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amongemeraldclouds · 13 days

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The Slytherin Boys as Disney Princes

Ft. Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Blaise Zabini, Tom Riddle, Draco Malfoy, and Lorenzo Berkshire. Also features x f!Reader as their equivalent Disney princesses.

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From the Wizarding World to magical fairytales, let’s crown our beloved Slytherin boys as the following Disney princes:

Theodore Nott as Prince Charming (Cinderella)

Note: Prince Charming doesn’t have much personality in the original 1950s film, but we learn more about him in later films, where I drew information from.

✭ Raised in privilege as a prince, Theodore Nott lived a very charmed life just as the name Prince Charming suggests.

✭ With only royals and commoners to distinguish class, he is less prejudiced and more accepting of others. His father taught him at an early age that they have a responsibility to their people just as their people serve them.

✭ Because of this, he is open and friendly to everyone, including animals. He was once hunting down a deer only for it to be a game in the end, him and the deer are actually friends. (Note: Yes this is canon Prince Charming and is very Theo as well.)

✭ If Disney were less wholesome, Theo as Prince Charming would have regular lovers, but it will only always be physical. He has not yet found a connection with anyone, but it doesn’t matter because he enjoys sex. He certainly never runs out of women to sleep with.

✭ Beneath all the charm, he secretly hopes to find a love match. The kind of relationship that transcends strategy and status. He longs for passion and romance, much like in the books he reads in the castle’s library, though he’ll never let anyone know.

✭ His father in the meantime is keen to see him married to an eligible maiden so he threw a ball. He rolled his eyes and yawned when no one was looking, initially bored because he still couldn’t find the connection he longed for. At this point, he doubted he’d ever find it.

✭ Then he met you. You in your light blue dress and glass slippers. Everything about you sparkled and it ignited something in his heart. He never knew romantic love before you, but he recognized it right away.

✭ He wouldn’t care that you were a commoner, he’d admire your courage and kindness once he got to know you. Besides, true love was far more valuable than any precious metals and gems.

✭ After you ran off, your glass slipper gave him hope. He was going to stop at nothing to find you, his true love.

Mattheo Riddle as Flynn Rider (Tangled)

⋆☀︎. Left to his own devices, Mattheo Riddle would go on countless adventures across different kingdoms and forests, thieving only as a means to an end so he could survive.

⋆☀︎. He enjoys the rush, being chased by the authorities and not being held down by rules or responsibilities. (Except they can never get his damn nose right on Wanted signs despite the distinct cut he has on the bridge of his nose iykyk.)

⋆☀︎. With his charming personality and irresistible smolder, he’s an expert in banding together with fellow criminals and often smooth talks his way into ladies’ beds. All temporary partnerships for his on-the-go lifestyle.

⋆☀︎. Until one day he comes across you, the girl with golden hair and big eyes — not to be underestimated with your ferocious pan wielding tendencies. He learns the last part a little too late, the hard way.

⋆☀︎. As he promised to take you to see the floating lights in exchange for the crown, he finds himself having fun swinging his fists and learning about your power to bring out the good in people.

⋆☀︎. You managed to charm tough guys in a bar, getting them to talk about their dreams—of being a florist, of performing on stage, and of falling in love. He realizes it may not be so bad to go on adventures with someone else.

⋆☀︎. He was already mesmerized before he learned about your magical hair. He saw the light within you long before that enchanted night when lanterns floated through the air like stars hung low just for you. And of course, they were always meant for you.

⋆☀︎. Before Mother Gothel could plunge the weapon in him, he already knew he was a goner. He knew he could never go back to who he was. He was now and forever going to be a moth to your flame, your soul as radiant as the sun even long after your golden hair turned brown.

Blaise Zabini as Kristoff (Frozen)

•❅*ִ Much like Kristoff, Blaise Zabini exudes a quiet confidence that does not need to declare itself.

•❅*ִ As an ice harvester who works with ice picks, hooks and ropes, he has an athletic build and a tough exterior, but do not be fooled for he has a soft heart within.

•❅*ִ Having grown among trolls and reindeers, he sometimes gets frustrated when interacting with people. He believes reindeers are better than people, but all that changes when he meets you.

•❅*ִ He is very practical and honest, but when he is blunt he often means well. He is quick to call you out on the fact that you’re about to marry a man you hardly know.

•❅*ִ He initially agrees to help you end winter to save his ice business and get a new sled. However, the more challenges you face together, he grows to admire your fearlessness and determination.

•❅*ִ While you initially find him to be annoying, you soon discover his charming and funny side.

•❅*ִ He will however suppress his feelings for you, thinking it’s better to let it go because you’re already engaged anyway. But when truths are revealed and no one is who they appear to be, you’ll melt his frozen heart with a kiss on the cheek.

Draco Malfoy as Li Shang (Mulan)

✿ To Draco Malfoy, loyalty and family legacy is important, just like Li Shang who aims to be just as great as his father, the head of the Imperial Chinese Army.

✿ He is disciplined and has mastered both physical and strategic ways of waging war. He has a lot of traditional beliefs, including making a man out of his troops using elaborate physical training.

✿ He starts questioning those beliefs when he sees your determination as Ping, using both weights to climb up the pole even though it took you countless failures throughout the night. What were these confusing feelings in his chest?

✿ Yet he couldn’t deny it, nor would he try. He was ready to lay his life down for you even before you saved him. It didn’t take him long to return the favor when he found out you were a woman and so he spared your life.

✿ Despite his firm upbringing, he was always loyal to his heart. Even though you betrayed the army, he knew your intentions had been good and that your hard work made you a skilled soldier.

✿ He listened and trusted your last ditch efforts to save the Emperor, even resorting to cross dressing as part of the plan. It all paid off as you saved the Emperor and all of China.

✿ In the end, you were absolved of your deceit and honored for your heroism, finally letting your reflection show who you are and what you’re made of. Your final crime was stealing his heart.

Tom Riddle as Aladdin (Aladdin)

✶ Tom Riddle grew up as an orphan and resorted to a life of crime to survive in Agrabah. Secretly, he enjoyed it too.

✶ Smitten by your beauty, he saved you from a merchant at the market and he was impressed with your agility when it came to dodging the authorities.

✶ When you reached Aladdin’s home, you revealed you were from the palace and left thinking you’d never see him again. He longed to visit the palace to get another glimpse of your beauty.

✶ Named as a diamond in the rough, Jafar recognized Tom’s talent and recruited him to steal the magic lamp from the Cave of Wonders. Encouraged by the promise of riches (therefore power) and a subconscious need to please Jafar, he takes on the task, saving a magic carpet in the process.

✶ Back at the palace, your father sought to marry you off to find a successor to his throne. You met suitors, including a flashy prince called Ali from Ababwa.

✶ On a magic carpet ride, you trick Ali into admitting he’s the thief you previously met at the market. He manipulates you into thinking he’s the prince and the thief persona was just an act for him to get to know the city better.

✶ When Jafar uncovers Tom’s identity, he steals the magic lamp and wreaks havoc using the genie’s wishes. Understanding Jafar’s ego, he tricks him into wishing to be the most powerful being in the universe, which imprisons Jafar in his own lamp as a genie.

✶ Instead of using his last wish to continue being the rightful prince who can marry you, he used it to free the genie, as he has now learned how power corrupts others. It wasn’t worth it.

✶ Crowned as the next sultana, you recognized how our actions and choices defined us. Despite Tom’s manipulations, he showed up and was willing to learn. He was not afraid to look into the dark and make the right decisions when it mattered, a husband fit for a ruler.

Lorenzo Berkshire as Jack Frost (Rise of The Guardians)

Before you come at me, I know Jack Frost is not a Disney prince, but I’m a Jelsa truther so here we are.

❅ Lorenzo Berkshire mirrors Jack Frost’s love for mischief and games. As the guardian of fun, he enjoys playing harmless tricks on children and hearing them laugh as a result.

❅ Beneath the playful exterior, he deeply cares for those around him, having saved his sister from a frozen lake. His ultimate sacrifice led to his untimely demise, which the Man in The Moon rewarded him by making him immortal and granting him powers.

❅ He never found much need for romance, opting to spend his days playing with children and visiting his fellow guardians instead. Until one day, he visits the Enchanted Forest and comes across you, its mighty protector.

❅ Despite the initial distrust, he wins you over with his easy smile and sincerity. You never realized it until then, how lonely it was to be an ice queen without her king.

❅ Jack was also amazed to find someone else who could play with the magic of snow. He felt seen and understood like never before. For once, the loneliness in his heart melted away.

❅ So you spent your days together, laughing over silly jokes and exchanging stories. The cold never bothered you, but being with him made you understand why people enjoyed the sweetness of hot cocoa and why they cuddled close to a fire.

❅ Both your friends and family were happy for you. One day, Jack asked you to invite everyone so you can have a contest on who built the best sculptures. Your audience and judges comprised of Jack’s fellow Guardians, Queen Anna and King Kristoff, Olaf, and Sven.

❅ You showed off with iced gardens, towers, and even the shape of Sven, but none was more impressive as when you turned around to find Jack on one knee, a gleaming diamond in his hand. It was a picture perfect moment with ice sculptures in the background, celebrated with loved ones.

❅ And soon, the ice queen would never be without her king.

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thatdammchickennugget · 2 months

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Slytherin Boys Headcanon Game Results

PART TWO - NSFW HEADCANONS

-> these are based of the results from the headcanon game polls! a big thanks to everyone who participated! <3

warnings - smut, dirty talk, nicknames, mentions of bdsm, bondage, spitting, chocking, anal, oral, mutual masturbation (let me know if I missed anything here)

18+ MINORS DNI!!!

Mattheo;

♢ He is super dominant in bed and wants to be in charge. He can be mean and loves to overstimulate you. Mattheo loves having full control over your orgasms. He will keep a vibrator pressed against your clit and edge you on for long periods of time, bringing you close to release, only to take it all away from you again until you're a whiny and begging mess beneath him.

♢ He's all about control even during times he’s supposed to be relinquishing it. Sure, you’re giving him head but he’s the one making the decisions. He has his hand wrapped in your hair, guiding your movements and deciding how slow or fast your going.

♢ He's very vocal in bed too, both in showing his own pleasure with deep moans coming from the back of his throat and with dirty talk. He's big on degrading you and will throw around nicknames like no other. He basically perfected praising you in a degrading way.

♢ Mattheo loves having you face down, ass up. Really, any kind of position where you’re bent over, allowing him to take you from behind. Holding your head down, being able to grip your hips, pressing you down by placing his hand between your shoulder blades

♢ He also likes to experiment and is pretty much up to try almost anything. He's into bondage and bdsm and loves having you completely at his mercy. He loves to bite and mark you up, leaving reminders of who you belong to. Also spitting, chocking, spanking - anything that makes him feel like he has power over you.

♢ Mattheo can be a huge tease and loves publicly teasing you, riling you up to leave you wanting him while in a situation where you know that you can’t have him yet. He loves seeing the frustration building up in your eyes and finds it greatly amusing. He’ll give you an innocent grin, pretending he wasn’t just brushing his thumb — ‘accidentally’ — against your heat when resting his hand against your inner thigh.

Theo;

♢ Theo is a dom and he likes it rough. He also can't keep his mouth shut when he’s having sex. He dirty talks SO much. He can’t keep it down for even ten seconds before he’s opening his mouth to say some shit. “You gonna cum for me?” “You like that, little slut?” “That’s fuckin’ good, pretty girl, just like that.”

♢ He gets turned on by arguing. Even if it’s just petty, bantering arguments that are clearly meant to frustrate you. He likes you bratty so he can put you in your place after.

♢ Theo loves quickies and rarely ever gets all the way naked for sex, loving it when you're both so needy for each other that you don't even have the time to take off your clothes. He'll just pull you into the nearest empty classroom and bend you over a desk, pushing your panties to the side and get right to it. It turns him on so much when you're still wearing your skirt and he gets to push it up to watch himself push into you.

♢ He secretly fantasizes about someone catching you in the act and he'll make it his goal to fuck you everywhere. He's big on public teasing - under a table, in a bathroom stall, in the locker rooms, under a blanket in the common room with your friends nearby - you name it. The riskier the circumstances, the more the thought turns him on.

♢ When you're not in a rush and actually willing to take your time he can be a total pillow princess. He’ll lie there, arms crossed behind his head watching you do most of the work, desperately bouncing and grinding on him while he watches you with a smirk. He’ll make it his goal to frustrate you, giving you some unimpressed glances as if you were boring him half to death. Hell, he’ll even make a snide comment about your performance just to rile you up and make you talk back to him.

♢ Theo is also 100% an ass man. His hands are all over it, either spanking you or teasing your asshole to hear the whiny little noises it pulls from your throat.

Enzo;

♢ Enzo is a switch in bed. He can be super dominant but also super submissive and can switch in a matter of seconds. I believe he would usually just follow your lead and go with whatever you want. When you give him a reason to, he will definitely put you in your place though. On day’s when he’s not feeling too well, like after getting a bad grade or getting into a fight or something, he’ll go completely subby and wants you to take care of him and tell him what to do.

♢ He's on the louder side and very vocal. I think it depends on what mood he's in, but when he's in charge he is usually big on praising you, telling you how good you feel and how good you are for him. When you're in charge he's a whiner, begging you to make him feel good and he doesn't care about how loud he's being and who hears him.

♢ He loves missionary and basically anything where he gets to see your face and your boobs. He's a big boob guy and either his hands are basically always touching them or he has his face pressed into your chest. He also likes you on top and maybe enjoys doggy if it's in front of a mirror, so he can still see everything.

♢ He's a huge munch and loves worshipping and praising you, and he definitely completely melts when you praise him. And again, huge boob guy. He goes absolutely wild when he can feel how much you want him and when you initiate.

♢ And like I said before, it really depends on what mood he's in. He can be super sensual and loves to take it slow, but once in a while he loves to make you beg and whine, maybe restraining you and just playing with you until your a whiny needy mess.

♢ He might discover he likes being slapped at an awkward time and try to fit in when he can as long as your comfy with it. He would have his moments where he's a total glutton for punishment. Maybe even a mommy kink when he's in a super subby mood. Enzo is also a huge boobjob enthusiast and loves shoving his face into your chest when he cums.

Blaise;

♢ Blaise prefers to be in charge but has no problem letting you have control once in a while if you want to. I think he likes to give more than he likes to recieve and he gives soft dom vibes. When you first start dating he's very vanilla at first, but the more you guys get comfortable with each other, the more things he tries and the more rough he gets.

♢ He’s the king of foreplay and will take his time in getting you wet and ready for him. By the time the both of you make it to the main event you're already super overstimulated and one of his biggest turn on's is making you feel good.

♢ Huge oral fixation! He's a big munch and loves the view from between your legs. His favourite thing is when he feels your thighs squeezing him between your legs. He also gets off on being deepthroated and if you can’t deepthroat, he’s going to teach you how. He loves taking control while you do it, especially grabbing and pulling your hair.

♢ He lives for all the sweet noises he can coax out of you, all of them - your moans, your little whimpers or hearing you gag on him. I don't think he's a big talker during sex because he likes to keep his mouth busy elsewhere but when he's not eating you out or kissing you all over he'd be sweet, telling you how good you feel and how pretty you look falling apart for him.

♢ Blaise loves seeing your face during sex and his intense eye contact makes up for the lack of dirty talk, his eyes showing you exactly what he's thinking. He definitely likes you on top the most but still likes to be in control, gripping your hips and helping you move while pushing up into you.

♢ He lives for sweet nicknames, anything from princess to pretty girl, definitely more praising than degrading. And I definitely see him calling you mama all the time, especially while you're doing such a good job sucking him off.

Draco;

♢ Draco is most likely the least experienced one of the group. He's not someone who has sex with just everyone and he needs to be comfortable with you first. He's more submissive than the other's but can act more dominant when he gets more comfy, especially when you give him a reason like making him jealous.

♢ He likes being the one getting degraded and humiliated. He'll happily let you have control most of the time. But he's also into being worshipped and praised. Overall, you'd be the more vocal one in bed. He'd try to be quiet but you'd easily be able to coax some gasps and moans out of him, being able to make him beg for more if he's in a really subby mood.

♢ Draco loves mutual masturbation. He likes it when you tell him exactly what to do. And when he's watching you is when his more dominant sides comes out. He loves watching you get yourself off by grinding on his thigh. He’ll have your panties pushed to the side so that he can feel the slick trail of your arousal accumulating and seeping through his pants.

♢ He is a huge sucker for lingerie and will often spoil you and buy you expensive yet scandalous sets to wear for him. He's absolutely weak for garters and stockings and he’ll want you to keep them on during sex. Put on a little show for him — do a little spin, touch and tease your body to get him all bothered while he has to sit and wait, not allowed to touch you or himself yet until you give him permission.

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slytherins-journalist · 7 months

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Green and Blue

Pansy Parkinson x Fem! Ravenclaw! Reader Summary: Pansy wants to try being tied up by her girlfriend Word Count: 1191 Warnings: oral (female receiving, character), hints of a begging kink, restraints, finger fucking, dom/sub undertones, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

Your girlfriend flounces into your dorm and flops down on your bed, making you look up from the book in your lap. Oscar Wilde can wait, you can tell Pansy is in a huff about something.

“What’s wrong, darling?” You ask, gently pushing her hair out of her face.

Pansy pouts up at you. “Draco and Harry’s sex life.”

Your eyes widen in response and you splutter. “What?”

“I was talking to Draco-”

“Evidently.”

Pansy shoots you a warning glare before clearing her throat and resuming her explanation. “And him and Potter make us look vanilla.”

You blink at her, waiting for her to explain exactly what’s bothering her.

“I don’t want to be vanilla!”

You have to stifle a giggle. “Darling, what do you want me to do? Spank you? Tie you up?”

Pansy’s eyes light up at the second option, and instantly you realise you’ve fucked up. Not that you don’t want to do it, because it actually seems hot, the idea of Pansy writhing helplessly beneath you…

You just can’t picture your classy, Slytherin, girlfriend enjoying that position as much.

“Pansy-”

Pansy sits up on her knees and moves onto your lap, so she’s straddling you. She tilts her face down slightly so you’re eye to eye, mouths inches apart.

“Please, princess?” She asks softly, using her sweetest ‘I want something and you’re going to let me have it’ voice. You’re a sucker for that voice, and she knows it.

You rest your hands on her hips, pushing her shirt up slightly to feel her warm skin. “Are you sure?”

Pansy nods in response, biting her lip. “Yeah.”

You kiss her, at first its slow but then it becomes more passionate. You undo the buttons of her school shirt and push it off of her shoulders, mouth moving down to her neck. You bite her neck, hard enough to leave marks. She squirms and kicks her mary janes off.

You pull back slightly, expression serious. You need her to understand what you’re going to do, and that she can stop it at anytime. “I’m gonna tie your hands to the headboard of my bed, alright? Say your safe word, and I’ll stop, no questions asked. Do you remember your word?”

Pansy nods, looking slightly dazed.

“What is it, then?” You prompt.

“Rosebud.” Pansy supplies.

“Good girl.” You praise.

Satisfied, you pick her up slightly and toss her down onto the bed, so she’s laying on her back. Pansy squeals in response, and props herself up on her elbows. You crawl over to her, hovering above her.

“Bra off.” You say, and Pansy lifts off the bed to allow you to unclip it. You do, and toss it to the side. You press a kiss between her breasts and move back.

“Give me your tie.” You tell her, a quiet command.

Pansy takes the green tie from around her neck and passes it to you, eyes wide. You pull her hands together above her head, and ties them together with her tie. Then you take the tie off from around your own neck, and use it to fix her hands to the headboard.

You lean back to admire your handy work. Green and blue, intertwined.

“Hurry up, are you going to eat me out or not?” Pansy demands.

You kneel between her open legs and pull her school skirt and panties off, discarding them to the side with her shirt. “Patience, slut.”

Pansy whines. “I want your fingers.”

You pull yourself up, kissing her. Pansy tugs on her restraints, desperate to touch you. You just ignore her struggling and move down her body, sucking one of her nipples into your mouth. She’s got bars through her nipples, one of your favourite things in the world. You flick it with your tongue, tasting the cold metal.

The noise Pansy makes is purely obscene, and does nothing to help the growing ache between your legs. You slip a finger between her folds, and brush it against her clit. The moan before was obscene, this one is downright filthy.

Pansy’s hips lift off the bed, searching for friction.

“Use your words, darling.” You reprimand, two of your fingers hovering by her hole, teasing her.

Pansy glares at you, but you know its just her bratty act. “Fuck me.”

You raise an eyebrow at her lack of a ‘please’, but you know you’ve got enough self control to sit here for hours, edging her and not letting her finish. “Where are your manners?”

“Please.” Pansy whines.

“Please what?” You ask, slipping one of your fingers inside of her.

Pansy takes a deep breath. “Please let me come on your fingers?”

“Well since you asked so nicely…” You tease,your second finger entering her.

You pump your middle and index fingers in and out of her, your thumb tracing circles on her clit. Your mouth has swapped to her other breast, playing with her piercing. It doesn’t take long before Pansy is a breathless, sweaty mess, moaning your name and arching off of the bed.

You use your fingers to fuck her into an orgasm, and she cums, moaning your name so loud she’s boarderline screaming. You remove the stimulation on her clit and breasts, slowing the pace of your fingers.

Pansy shivers at the overstimulation. “I can’t- I can’t handle more.”

“Yes you can, darling. One more, give me one more.” You’re not asking her.

“Mm-” Pansy responds, her eyes squeezed shut.

“I’m going to eat you out, and you’re going to take it like a good little slut.” You tell her sternly. “Eyes open.”

Pansy opens her eyes, lips slightly parted, as she watches you move down the length of her body. You move so you’re laying between her legs, her thighs resting on your shoulders and holding you in place.

You leans your head down, flicking her clit with your tongue. Pansy gasps, still feeling overstimulated, and her legs start to close on you. You lift your head up and bite her inner thigh in response, a message to keep in position.

You turn back to her wet cunt, using your tongue to bring her second orgasm. You can tell she’s close when her moans become louder, and her thighs instinctively drawing together. You don’t stop them this time, content to continue to eat her out. If you die of suffocation in your girlfriend's pussy, you’ll have nothing to even be upset about.

Pansy moans again, her entire body trembling, as you taste her second orgasm. You pull away, satisfied and half of your face moist.You press a trail of opened mouth kisses along her body, working your way up to her mouth.

“How do you feel, darling?” You ask softly.

Pansy’s panting for breath, face flushes. “Fabulous.”

You press a chaste kiss to her lips before freeing her hands. You inspect them for marks, and find crescent dints in her palms, where she dug her fingernails in. One part of you feels bad for being responsible for them, the other is proud of it.

“Better?”

Pansy nods in response. “Yeah. I want cuddles now.”

You chuckle. “Of course, darling.”

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the-ultimate-obsessive-fangirl · 1 month

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A/N: I replied to a request ages ago it was george Weasley x fem Slytherin reader ending with smut and I just spent like 3 hours editing and adding to it to improve it. Here you go :) 💗

Warnings: smut, p in v, praise kink if you squint (barely there), orgasm denial, overstimulation, cunnilingus, deapthroating, Draco kinda being an ass, harry kinda being an ass too, swearing idk if I missed anything out let me know please :) ❤

Word count 4350 (yes I did make it so it was an even number for people with OCD like me because it's something normal and shouldn't be alienated it should be acknowledged and people should do things to help people with OCD out)

"George, Geooooorgggeee GEORGE" George snapped out of his day dream with a start. "What fred" George said rolling his eyes lifting his head from his fist to look at his twin. "You're staring at her... AGAIN" Fred said exasperated.

"How can I NOT she's gorgeous, she has nice eyes, nice hair, amazing smile, her laugh literally sounds like a Phoenix song and don't even get me started on her personality... " George rambled on dreamily

"She's a Slytherin George" Harry deadpanned interrupting him rudely

"She's not actually half bad mate considering that she's a pure blood Slytherin and all that she doesn't seem to obsessed with purebloods" Fred told the bespectacled boy pointedly

"See" George said

"Even Fred agrees that she's amazingly gorgeous" "woah woah woah I never said that... " Fred started

"George stop being a mushy simp and just go ask her out if you're that in love with her " Ron said annoyed

"But what if she rejects me or.... " George started. It's unusual for him to be so hesitant in asking a girl out this completely opposed his usual confident demeanor.

"JUST GO" Harry Ron and Hermione said in unison

"Fine fine I'll go but if I get rejected all three of you owe me 5 gallions" George exclaimed standing from the Gryffindor table and walking over towards where you were sat at the Slytherin table

"Hey Y/N...." He started

"Oh here comes the carrot top blood traitor " Draco interrupted seethingly

"Draco shut up and stop" You said to him firmly "what I'm just saying it how it is Y/N" he said clearly annoyed by the presence of George

"I said.... Stop" You said firmly glaring at him furiously

"Fine" he said moodily and returning to the conversation he was having with pansy

You stood up and walked over to where George was stood a couple of feet away

"I'm so sorry about him" you said "he's actually really caring beneath all of the pure blood shit his parents just sort of brainwashed him.. Especially his dad. Anyway sorry I'm rambling on what's wrong? "

"It's fine don't worry I don't take it to heart but thank you for you know... Standing up for me" George told you blushing ever so slightly

" that's absolutely fine I'm glad to help out a fellow blood traitor " you said jokingly. Everyone knew that you had a horrible relationship with your parents and they had disowned you so for now you were living at the Malfoy man or much to Lucius' dismay.

" so what can I help you with? " you asked grinning up at him

"Well I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to maybe go out to Hogsmede with me this weekend" he said blushing furiously scratching the back of his neck nervously

"Of course, I would love to ! " you said happily "do you want me to drop by the Gryffindor common room then we can walk down together? " you asked

"No absolutely no you're the lady so I'm picking you up at YOUR common room okay!? " he said pointedly regaining his usual confidence now that he hadn't been rejected. He wasn't about to let you be the man of the date you deserve to be treated like a princess

"okay so that's a date then? " you said smiling. You were pleased that finally one of the boys that had asked you on a date had the decency to pick you up. (You have had A LOT of boys asking you out because you were the heart throb of Slytherin. You weren't a slag or anything like that but you'd been through a quarter of your year )

"Yea sure.. That's a date " he replied

"okay I'll see you on Saturday I'll talk to you later or I'm going to be late for charms " you said checking your watch "ok, see ya" George said

You both turned to walk away but then

"George hang on a sec" you said jogging over to him "What's wr..... " he started. But you cut him off as you stood on your tip toes and kissed him lightly on the cheek "thanks for asking me out" you said and before he even got a chance to open his mouth to reply you had already jogged off to your next lesson.

Fred walked back to his friends stunned and madly blushing. "So you got the date then judging by that oh so innocent gesture that left you in this state" Fred said grinning madly knowing that he would tease George for at least 2 weeks for being in such a state after one kiss on the cheek by a girl

"Yea" George said still stunned his cheeks flushed still

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(Saturday)

George stood outside the Slytherin common room waiting for you to come out.

"Sorry I kept you waiting I couldn't find my purse and I wanted to pop into zonko's so I wasn't about to leave without my purse" you said slightly flushed you had just spent the last 10 minutes rushing around looking for your purse.

"That's absolutely fine and thank God you're off into zonko's because me and Fred need some more Dr Filibuster's Fireworks we ran out last week when we got detention for setting them off during transfiguration" George said smiling at the memory

"Right then good sir off to zonko's we go" you said poshly "Why of course my lady" George replied playing along and and bowing deeply offering you his hand graciously. You took it just as graciously

"why thank you kind sir" you said

You both walked off laughing and chatting animatedly. Once you had been to zonko's for a few hours George turned to you and asked

"Where to next? "

"We are NOT going to madam Puddifoots anywhere but there! " you said seriously

"Oh thank god you said that! " George said sounding relieved "three broomsticks? " you asked

"Yep definitely" he replied grinning.

Once you had arrived at the three broomsticks and chosen a table George asked "butter beer? "

"yes please let me get out my pur... " you started but George interrupted you

"absolutely not fuck no I'm not letting you pay for your own drink I'm paying and that's final. Now do you want your drink hot or cold" he said firmly giving you a dont-you-dare-argue-with-me look. Usually you would pay for it yourself as you had been brought up to be independent and do everything yourself (another toxic trait your parents had passed onto you)

"George are you sure?? " you said feeling a little bit guilty "yes I'm absolutely sure" he said "hot or cold? " he asked again "George it's in the middle of summer... " you said looking at him with a 'seriously' look

" I take that as cold" he said laughing and going to order your drinks. About 2 mins later George came back with your drinks he sat down and took a sip. You looked at him and snorted with laughter.

"What?? " he said confused

"you've got a little something there" you said pointing to your the end of your nose. George had gotten the froth of his butter beer on his nose. He wiped the tip of his nose with the back of his hand. "Have I got it?? " he asked

"yea" you said laughing

He hadn't got it but you thought you'd have a little fun and let him believe that he had.

"Y/N I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to come back to the Gryffindor common room once we've got back to the castle instead of going back to yours? " he asked "Yea sure I'd like that" you said smiling and trying to surprise your laughter at the fact that he still had butter beer froth on the end of his nose luckily he didn't notice.

After about 3 rounds of butter beer you both decided to head back to the Gryffindor common room. "Do you think your friends will be ok with me in your common room considering I'm a Slytherin? " you asked George "Of course they will! " George said surprised

"Are you sure? . You don't think I'll make anyone uncomfortable do you? " you asked

George half absent mindedly threaded his hand through yours and said "I promise no one is going to mind"

He noticed that he had taken your hand in his and let go immediately

"sorry" he said "I wasn't thinking"

"no it's ok" you said grabbing his hand again and looking up at him "I liked it" he down smiled at you holding onto your hand more tightly.

You got to the portrate of the fat lady George stood there and said "shit I forgot the password ummmm.... "

"Daisy's " you said and the door opened George looked at you "how did you... "

"overheard one of the prefects telling Neville the other day" you said smiling

"you're amazing" he said awestruck "after you" he gestured

You walked in and looked around

"oh my god it's so much nicer in here, the Slytherin common room is shit compared to this " you said amazed. George laughed "I'm glad you like it , come on " he put his hand on the small of your back and guided you to the sofa. He sat down and you sat next to him he put an arm around you and you leant into him

"Ah is this the lovely Y/N? " Fred said coming over to you and George offering you a welcoming smile he sat beside you and you offered to shake his hand. He took your hand but jumped back immediately. You and George shook with laughter

"Electric shock ring" you said wheezing "got it from Zonko's" . Fred grinned at you then looked at George "I like this one" he said then he looked at you "welcome to the family"

He looked at George again and then furrowed his brows slightly looking at the froth still on his nose. "Geo.." He started but then stopped as you put a finger to your lips and mouthed "don't tell him" he winked at you understanding the assignment

Luckily George didn't notice this interaction as he was too occupied with the arrival of Harry, Ron, Hermione and, Ginny.

"Hi Y/N" Ginny said as though you had been friends for years

"Hi Ginny " you said smiling kindly at her

"Oh yea sorry hi to everyone else as well " you added

"Hi" Hermione said sitting down opposite to you

"Hi" Ron said sitting next to Hermione

"Hi" Harry said coldly sitting on the other side of Hermione which was a mistake because as soon as he sat down Hermione elbowed him hard in the ribs

"Ow what did you do that for? " he said to Hermione

"Because you need to watch your tone not every Slytherin is an asshole " Hermione said pointedly

"It's ok I get it" You said looking down "I guess.... Not everyone knows how amazing I am " you said putting the back of your hand to your forehead and pretending to faint onto George.

Everyone laughed and Harry let out a sort of snort of laughter

Hermione elbowed him again looking at him pointedly. He rolled his eyes"Sorry" he said half hartedlh "i guess you don't seem too bad"

"Don't seem too bad! " you exclaimed looking scandalized "What treachery is this? " you said looking to George wide eyed and offended

"Why my lady, I do not know! " George said playing along "Alright I take it back your amazing" Harry said laughing at the shared ridiculousness you and George had. He was still a bit cold towards you after that but eventually he warmed up to you and stopped being an ass.

Somehow Fred had managed to tell the others not to mention the butter beer froth without George noticing. So after an hour or so of just the 7 of you talking George said

"Why do you lot keep staring at the tip of my nose ? "

"No reason " Fred said innocently

"pffftt yea right" George said sarcastically. He got up to look in the mirror just above the fire place he turned around and looked at you.

"You little shit" he said "you told me I got it" he said wiping the froth off of his nose

You and the others laughed

"So you're telling me that for the past 4 hours I've had this shit on my face"

You and the others were now histerically laughing at Georges pissed off face

"Yep" you said grinning at him maliciously.He came over to you grabbed a pillow and threw it at you. You caught it and threw it back hitting him square in the face. This kick started off a big pillow fight between the 7 of you. You ran up into the boys dorm as George ran after you with a particularly big pillow. You managed to get up there 15 seconds before he did. You grabbed a pillow off of one of the beds and drew the curtains around the bed but hid underneath the bed knowing that you could ambush George when he opened up the curtains on the 4 poster bed.

George came up with his pillow and (predictably) went straight to the bed with the curtains closed. He ripped open the curtain and lept onto the bed expecting to find you there. You shot out from underneath the bed and ambushed him. He flipped onto his back and held his arms above his face laughing. You were almost straddling him with both your knees either side of him you were hovering just above him. After a couple of hits you threw the pillow to the side and put both of your hands either side of his head panting slightly.

"Accepts defeat! " You told him grinning

"never! " he said and flipped the two of you, so he was above you.

"Ha" he said

"ugh shut up" you groaned

"make me " he started smirking

"fine" you replied. You trapped the back of his neck and brought his lips crashing down onto yours.

You kissed him passionately and to your surprise after a couple of seconds he kissed you back with just as much passion .

He reacted instantly and within seconds his hands were trailing down your body and stopping at your hips, his thumbs caressing them.

He pulled away from the kiss , flustered and slightly pink in the cheeks.

You both felt it now ,the definite sexual tension between the two of you, he was already half hard and you were begginng to get wet a dull ache that needed to be cured setting between your legs. You both knew what was gonna happen next. And things became more serious as the sexual tension built up.

He looked into your eyes "This ok? " he asked not wanting to do anything without your permission (COZ CONSENT IS FIT)

He uooked his thumbs into the band of your jeans to indicate what he meant, not that he needed to though.

You nodded your head

"Words sweetheart. I won't do anything without verbal consent " he said slightly cautiously

"George? "

"Mhm"

"Ruin me" you whispered seductively

His lips smashed down onto yours as you both made out passionately. He brought his knee up and settled it between your legs putting the much needed pressure on your aching (and now dripping wet) pussy.

"George please" you said breathlessly, wanting more.

He took action heeding your request and gradually you began to undress each other as you continued to kiss.

George stopped the kiss his hands on your bra clasp. He looked in you again, looking for consent. You gave a small nod and he took off your bra (with a tiny bit of difficulty) and threw it to the side. He stared at you completely dumb struck

"You're fucking gorgeous" he said kissing the valley between your breasts

You chuckled your breath hitching slightly at the contact "you're not to bad yourself" you said staring at his abs

He grinned and started kissing his way down your body. He stopped came back up and began to knead your breasts with his hands.

You let out a soft breathy moan, which spurred him on further. You had very sensitive breasts so every touch felt like heaven. He began to play with your nipples alternating between sucking on your right nipple and kneeding your left breast one minute then sucking on your left nipple and kneeding your right breast the next minute.

After about 5 minutes of this he moved back up to your lips and began making out with you again, eagerly you met his lips and kissed him back. His moved away from your lips slowly kissing his way along your jawline and finding the sweet spot on your neck and sucking on it leaving a (very dark) hickey behind and making you moan softly at the sensation.

After making a few more (noticeable) hickeys on your neck, he slowly kissed his way down your body keeping eye contact with you the whole time. When he got to your knickers ((panties if you're American)) he asked

"May I? "

"Yes" you said "please,... Be my guest"

He smiled and took your knickers ((again panties if you're American)) off and spread your legs gently with his hands. He looked you in the eyes before dipping down and slowly licking the length of your pussy. You let out a moan and thread your hands through his hair, not to push him just to have your hands there.

"Fucking gorgeous girl" he said, more to himself but it made you blush nonetheless

After a few more slow licks, he started to speed up. Focusing on your sensitive clit he alternated between circles and flicking your clit with his tongue. Every now and again he dipped his tongue into your cunt and tested your hole. He would start and stop his actions alternatively so when he started again it was a pleasant surprise that made moans and profanities spring from your mouth. You noticed you were coming close to your orgasm and chased it, you began to slightly buck your hips into him whilst your moans and the string of pleas' and sweet nothings became more frequent and louder . He lapped at your pussy faster and your moans were now just endless strings .

You felt a knot forming in your stomach as he focused all of his attention onto your bundle of nerves

"Gorge... " you moaned out your hands curling into his hair

He seemed to understand and started sucking on your clit and brought up two long slender digits and began to pump two fingers into your (now drenched and dripping) pussy. You felt the knot get tighter and tighter until it almost snapped.

Just as you we're about to cum George stopped much to your dismay

"George please" you whimpered

"Shhhh I've got you love " he cooed as he brought your legs up onto his shoulders and used one hand to arch your back wonderully. He delved back into his actions faster than before and your nerve ending we're deliciously tingling, every part of your body tingling in anticipation. The new position brought you onto new levels pleasure and after another minute off all this the coil that had been getting tighter and tighter and tighter finally snapped.

You tilted your head head back letting out a loud moan your thighs shook around his head . He continued his actions relentlessly and you were sure he sped up.

"Fuck George I can't.. " you whimpered, begging to get overestimated

He lifted his head his chin covered in your juices, "c'mon love give me another one you can do that for me can't you? "

"Okay" you said

"Good girl" he said as he went straight back to his assault on your pussy.

He pushed up a bit with his hand, arching your back more as he hummed into your pussy sending vibrations through your body. It didn't take long for you to cum again as you were still extremely sensitive from your last orgasm.

The coil snapped again and you came, hard, your thighs shaking again and your hands gripping onto the bed sheets and you let out a string of (almost pornographic) moans, praises and profanities.

He slowed his actions wanting to fully milk you of your orgasm before stopping and wiping his ching with his fingers and then sucking them clean.

"God you taste amazing" he stated almost dreamily

Panting you said "you're good, like.... Really good"

He grinned and replied "it's only going to get better from here"

"Fuck I don't know if I can come again" you said uncertain as you were already overstimulated

He moved back up to your dance and put a finger underneath the tip of your chin and kissed you softly and gently.

"Don't worry love, I'll go gentle with you"

He unbuckled his belt and took his trousers off discarding them somewhere near the foot of the bed on the floor. He pumped himself a couple times before you sat up and moved his hand out the way.

"Let me" you said, wanting to repay the favour

He gave you a nod leaning back onto his elbows and you started pumping him up and down slowly. He hummed in appraisal as you spread up your actions.you leant down and took his cock into your mouth taking him completely

"Fuck" he moaned as he tiled his head back closing his eyes.

Your deal throated him until he nearly came and he put a hand in your hair stopping your actions

"Keep going like that and I'll finish before I'm inside of you"

You stopped and sat back up and he did to before leaning over to get a condom out of the draw on the night stand.

"Wrap it before you tap it" he grinned and slid the condom on his dick

You laughed lightly. He put his hand on your hips gliding you to lay down and you complied and one again he was on top of you.

He hovered over you his penis at your entrance

"You ready? " he asked cautiously

In answer to this you flipped the two of over so you were on top and you slid onto his dick, completely bottoming out the both of you letting out a loud mian. You gave your self a minute adjusting to his size, he was a bit bigger than the guys you've been with before.

"I take that as a yes" he said breathless pleasantly surprised by your actions

You began to ride his dick your hands ghosting his soft ripple of abs. You were slow at first then gradually became faster. You were both letting out streams of moans and saying sweet nothings to each other as you both neared your climax.He became needy and he started to thrust his hips up to meet yours and you started thrusting in sync.

He bought his hand to your pussy to stimulate your puffy overused clit further with his fingers and in return you kissed him slightly biting his bottom lip with the overstimulation of pleasure , your hand threading through his hair, almost massaging his head.

As you both neared your climax your motions became sloppy and out of sync. He came first , groaning out your name as you continued your actions until you came every nerve in your body deliciously burning, your pussy clenching around his dick as pleasure harshly ripples through you as you cane for the 3rd time that night just this time you came around his cock moaning out his name in vice versa.

You collapsed beside him both of you panting. "Best. Ive. Ever. Had" he stated firmly threading his hand through yours and interlocking your fingers.

"You took the words right out of my mouth" you replied

After about 5 minutes of the two of you you just laying there catching your breath and restoring your heart rates to normal he sat up.

"I'm gonna go clean up in the shower..... Care to join" he said"I would love to" you replied

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After the two of you showered and dried yourselves off (he mostly took care if you since you could barely walk) you walked (actually he carried you bridal style) back into the dorm.

"You can borrow some of my Pj's if you want" he offered placing you gently on the bed and pulling out to pairs of PJ's

"You want me to stay the night? " you asked surprised

"Umh..... Yea! Obviously" he said as though it was the most abvious thing in the world

You grinned "chuck us the PJ's then"

He laughed throwing them to you "Y/N you can stay any night you want"

"Thanks" you replied putting on his PJ's. Obviously they were too bug for you but you didn't didn't mind as they were comfy. You both got into his bed (him spooning you from behind) and you both fell asleep after about another half hour of just talking about nothing.

A/N: second time writing smut I'm pretty sure it's shit but who cares. If you have constructive criticism PLEASE feel free to comment thank you so much for reading and please request because I'm bored.

Love from me ❤❤

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Royals - Draco Malfoy X Female Reader

Title: Royals

Draco Malfoy X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Harry (Mentioned), Ron (Mentioned), Hermione (Mentioned), Reader's family (Mentioned), Lucius, Narcissa, Voldy, Ginny (Mentioned), Weasleys (Mentioned), Neville (Mentioned), Luna (Mentioned), and Death Eaters (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 2,482

Warnings: Reader's a princess, Battle of Hogwarts, very slight mentions of injuries, mentions of bullying (verbal), Lucius, prejudice, threats, sassy Reader, death mentioned, crying, yelling, deleted scene, teasing, flirting, banter, like one curse word, nicknames, angst, and fluff

The sky was a blueish-gray, and endless dark clouds circled the sky like vultures, eating away at any rays of sunshine that might've pushed its way through. The world around you was that same blueish-gray, with a thick coating of dust, dirt, and grime that wafted into the air with every tired step that you took. The school, the place you had come to find as your second home - a home away from home - was in ruin. The tension in the air was dense, almost suffocating as you held Draco's hand tightly in yours; your wand gripped securely in the other. After the first initial fight, you were bruised and battered, but never once did you leave Draco's side.

You had been inseparable ever since the end of your fourth year together. Before then, you and Draco butted heads, he verbally bullied you, embarrassed you, and called you terrible names based on your blood status. You, on the other hand, were quite quiet, but you didn't hesitate to stand up for yourself. You were both stubborn to a fault, neither of you allowing the other to win in these little verbal fights you both had in the halls. It wasn't until after the end of your third year that you realized how much you cared about Draco Malfoy. It was a bittersweet realization, because, well, it was Draco, and you couldn't help but feel guilty over it - seeing as he used to bully you, and your friends; the Golden Trio.

In October of your fourth year, you noticed a slight change in the Slytherin. He wouldn't make any nasty comments towards you when you passed each other down the hall, and he'd even stop his so-called friends from saying anything to you or about you as well. You were beginning to think he was growing soft, or growing up. And Draco surprised you further by asking you to the Yule Ball later in December. You had begun to see the sensitive, sweet boy beneath that arrogant exterior, and you decided to give him a chance. And from then on, you and Draco grew closer than ever before.

From little dates in the Astronomy Tower, sitting together during shared classes, conversations during free periods near the lake, and even sneaking out past curfew for sharing snacks and kisses; you and Draco became inseparable. You found comfort in his presence, and you could tell that he felt the same way about you. And by the end of your fifth year, Draco asked you to be his girlfriend.

You met Draco's parents not long after, his father insisted that you come, wanting to know everything about the girl that distracted his son from his studies, as it were. Supper at the Malfoy Manor was uncomfortable and awkward. Draco's father was stern and cold, while Draco's mother was polite, and asked pleasant questions; she seemed to have liked you. One thing that puzzled you during that dinner though was that Draco had told you beforehand that his father would never let him have a relationship with someone who wasn't pure of blood. Sadly, his father’s prejudice on your blood status was one of the things that tried to drag you and Draco apart. So why did Lucius Malfoy allow you to continue dating his son? Why did he look you in the eye and almost reluctantly say that you could continue seeing his son? What did you do? What did you say that would warrant such a strange response from a man who held such high expectations for his son? Or... Most importantly, what did he know? What did he know about you? You should've known that something else was simmering behind those malicious gray eyes of his.

Lucius Malfoy knew your secret, and he was going to use it against you; which led to the scariest night of your life.

"I know who you are," You immediately tensed up upon hearing his voice... All you wanted was just some tea.

Turning around, you looked up at the man at the entrance of the kitchen, his long platinum-blonde hair and pale skin stood out against his all-black attire. "Pardon me?" You spoke up, holding the warm mug in your hands, your tea steaming.

Lucius entered the room, slowly, almost as if he was stalking his next prey, which was you. "You are fourth in line to the throne."

At that, you paused, your eyes narrowing slightly, "I don't think I know what you are speaking of, Mr. Malfoy." You replied coolly, taking a sip of your tea.

He smirked, stepping forward another two steps, sweeping a few strands of his hair over his shoulder with a simple swish of his hand, "You're the Princess of Wales."

You scoffed, shaking your head as if his statement was ridiculous, "A princess? Really?"

His smirk fell at your light laughter, "I may despise your kind, but I know well enough of the royal family. And you, Miss L/N, are one of them."

"I'm not a princess, I'm not royalty, and I never was." Ending the conversation as you turned around, facing the counter once more, but you didn't hear him leave.

"Hmm," He hummed, the click-clack of his cane hitting the marble floor made a shiver run down your spine, "It would be such a pity if the Dark Lord got hold of you, my dear."

You sighed, rolling your eyes, "I highly doubt that he would ever take an interest in me, and I assure you, I am just a simple Muggle-born." Turning, you gave the man one last look, "I don't care for your disdainful looks, nor your rude words, and I don't care for your threats, either. If you want to get rid of me, then go right ahead, but you'll regret it. Now, if you'll excuse me, your son and I are going to enjoy our evening." You turned back around, leaving the kitchen without another word.

"And what if I told Draco? Hmm?" He called out to you, turning to watch you leave out into the hall, "I would watch what I say and do carefully."

Your heart pounded in your chest, your palms sweaty. You didn't answer him, instead, you continued walking.

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As Voldemort walked forward, his horde of followers trailing behind him, you spotted Hagrid with Harry in his arms. Your grip on Draco's hand tightened as Voldemort came to a stop, his loyal serpent beside him. Your free hand held onto Draco’s arm, your cheek digging into his shoulder at the sound of Ginny's screams.

"Stupid girl. Harry Potter is dead. From this day forth, you put your faith in me." Voldemort exclaimed before turning to his followers with a large grin. "Harry Potter is dead!" He laughed, laughed before continuing, "And now is the time to declare yourself." He stretched his arms out wide, "Come forward and join us..." He paused, "... Or die." His words seemed to echo throughout the grounds, as Lucius called for Draco, followed by his mother, Narcissa.

You tightened your hold on Draco's hand and arm, digging your cheek further into the fabric of his dark, black suit. You began to mutter over and over again, pleading, begging for Draco not to leave your side. Looking up, your eyes met him, his stormy gray eyes that held so much anguish and fear. You bit your lip, trying to quell the tears that threatened to spill.

"Draco!" His father tried once more, more commanding as if he was scolding the young man, Draco's eyes left yours to stare at his parents as his mother took a step forward.

"Come." She said softly, simply, and you began to panic when you felt Draco's hand twitch slightly in your tight hold.

Raising the hand from his arm, you gently cupped his cheek, moving his head to look back at you. "Draco, please," You pleaded, your eyes searching his face, "Please, don't go."

His eyes softened at the sight of your pained expression, "I'm sorry," He whispered to you, making your eyes widen as he slowly slipped out of your hold.

"No, no, Draco!" You called out to him, watching in horror as he made his way to the other side, but not before being engulfed in the Dark Lord's arms in an attempt to hug.

Tears fell freely from your eyes as you felt Luna place a hand on your shoulder, her comfort coming only a moment too late. You stood there, almost a shell of your former self, watching as Neville slowly limped his way forward, and for a moment, you thought you lost another great friend to the dark side as they laughed and laughed. But, from his speech and at the glint of the Gryffiondor sword, you felt a flicker of hope burn within you as Harry sprung to life, practically leaping out of Hagrid's arms. And imagine your surprise when you watched Draco - your Draco - run across the courtyard, tossing him a wand.

A rush of pride filled you as he ran towards you. You met him halfway, jumping into his arms, hugging him close to you as his arms wrapped around your waist with a desperate grip. You buried your face in his neck and breathed in deeply, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. You pulled away and looked up at him, smiling brightly.

"Draco," You murmured to him, squeezing his hand, "Did you plan that or something?" He smiled down at you, but before he could answer you, you whipped your wand out and shot a Death Eater over Draco's shoulder. "We should fight, talk later." You grinned, as Draco took your hand in his.

"Yeah," He muttered, "Good plan, love."

The Battle of Hogwarts was a nasty one, one that you both hoped to never live through again. You and Draco did your best to stop the Death Eaters that came your way, and after what felt like hours of running down halls and fallen corridors, there was finally silence. That silence was followed by a sense of relief and peace that enveloped your bodies and calmed your souls. Entering the Great Hall, you looked up at the sun shining down upon you from the large hole in the ceiling. You couldn't help but smile, tearing up slightly at the realization that Voldemort was dead. Sitting down, you and Draco watched as other students, professors, friends, and parents trickled in, finding their own spot to sit and take a breath after the battle that they all fought so hard to end.

"Thank goodness," You sighed, looking around the hall. You spotted Ginny sitting at a table with most of her family, and Luna before she headed down the hall, and lastly, you waved to Harry, who gave you and Draco both a tired, relieved smile. You looked away from them, focusing on Draco as he sat beside you, his hand resting on top of yours on his knee.

"How are you feeling?" You asked him, leaning in closer to him.

"I'm okay. What about you?" Draco asked, interlacing his fingers with yours, careful of the small cuts on your knuckles from when you punched some random Death Eater.

You hummed, "Like I just got hit by a train," You gave him a light nudge before your eyes widened as you looked up at Draco with a huge grin, "Oh! Now that old Voldy is gone, I have something to tell you."

"What's that?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

You laughed lightly, "Well, it’s all good news, you don’t have to worry." You leaned in, kissing him on the cheek before whispering to him, "I'm a princess."

Draco's eyes widened as he simply stared at you, confused, "What? You're a princess?" He asked, and you nodded.

"I am the Princess of Wales." You told him, "I wanted to tell you but if anyone found out it could endanger them, but now that Voldemort's gone, I can tell anyone I wish."

Draco seemed taken aback, blinking rapidly as he pulled back from you slightly to look at you, "You're pulling my leg here, aren’t you, love?"

You shook your head, "No, I'm not pulling your leg. You know me, Draco, I am a terrible liar, especially to you."

Draco stared at you for a long while, pursing his lips as he watched your eyes. It was true, there was this look that your eyes gave that told Draco that you were lying - that really gave you away. But this time, your eyes just shined right back at him; not a lie in sight. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water before he cleared his throat, "I'm dating a princess..."

You laughed at his shocked expression, nodding your head, "Yes, yes, you are."

"Bloody hell," He muttered, making you throw your head back as you laughed.

"Dray..." You place your hand on his arm, "You're sounding like a Weasley!" You giggled, making Draco's gaze on you soften. He shook his head, finding himself laughing along with you, smiling a real, genuine smile that made you feel all warm inside. Just hearing his laugh made you happy, and made you forget everything else that was going on in your life. "So, what do we do now?" You asked him, resting your chin on his shoulder, his fingers playing with your hands in his lap.

Draco only shrugged a shoulder, his eyes glancing up at you, "I haven't a clue. Do you have any ideas?"

"Hmm, a vacation, and after that…" You pondered, pursing your lips lightly as you pulled one of your hands from his to gently card them through his messy hair. "How about you meet my family?" You offered, and Draco's face lit up, "They'd love to meet you."

"Really?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, "Do you think so?"

You nodded, "They already do. Especially my brothers, and they’re pretty protective of me, so that’s like a huge plus." You leaned in, brushing your nose against his before giving him a quick peck on the lips, "They all already love you, I promise, and it's my fault really, seeing how I've written about you since I was thirteen."

Draco's cheeks warmed as he smirked at you, "I'd love to meet them, love." Draco spoke, turning towards you slightly, "Pardon, I mean, your Highness." Draco lightly teased, making you roll your eyes playfully as he leaned in, his nose gently bumping against yours.

You couldn’t stop your smile from growing, “Such a tease.” You muttered before continuing, "I'm glad you came back."

Feeling him nod slightly as his hand came up to cup the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair there. With a small, shaky sigh, Draco answered, "Me too, love, me too." And with that you let yourself sink into his embrace once more.

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[hopeless]

pairings: yandere! slytherin!levi ackerman x afab! ravenclaw! reader and hanji zöe x being a phenomenal human being that deserves the entire world

warnings: stalking

summary: you and levi share professor snape's class, but that's not enough for levi. he needs more. and he's willing to go as far as it takes.

word count: 900

potions class was a special hell for levi ackerman. the ravenclaw and slytherin fifth years had the class together, which led to a fierce competition for top student. this, of course, is where he met you.

pretty, little miss perfect. [y/n] [l/n]. god was he obsessed.

any focus on the course material flew out the window. why learn how bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses? why learn how to bottle fame, brew glory, or put a stopper in death when perfection was just within his grasp?

"mr. ackerman~" professor snape stopped his lecture. "do pay attention, otherwise i will send you out of this classroom. you wouldn't like that; would you?" levi would really like to stay and watch you, but on second thought, your seat was right next to the door. maybe if he left he could discretely run his fingers through your hair before he was forced away from you. "mr. ackerman?"

"yes, sir?" levi turned away from you to stare at the chalkboard snape was writing on. snape stepped forward and slammed the piece of chalk onto levi's desk. his scowl deepened as he leaned closer and said something that struck a cord inside levi.

"you're hopeless." snape didn't know how right he was.

you're only a fourth year, but your talents in professor snape's class were unrivaled. the greasy bastard even went as far as securing you a seat in the class above your year to challenge you. it should have been too easy for levi to sweet talk his way into your heart, but that preverted half-blood professor had to assign seats. levi wanted to kill himself as soon as hanji zoë plopped their ass in the seat next to his. could this year be any worse?

"leviii-" hanji gripped onto the sleeve of his robe and shook him, lost in their excitement. god knows what it was about this time.

"shut it, shitty glasses." levi spat out as he turned away from them.

"awwwww!!!" they screamed, drawing the attention of all their classmates. "is little baby levi pouting?" the people closest began to let little giggles slip through the quiet atmosphere, hanji's antics never failing to break the ice that came with having first period potions. levi however, wasn't pleased in the slightest, but one look at you made him forget his anger.

his obsession started out small. little handwritten notes slipped into your textbooks and love letters dropped into your favorite cauldron in potions class. you read them all of course, and looked them over when you felt insecure. you rolled up the notes and placed them in a pink tinted jar beneath your bed, while the letters were wrapped in twine and hidden under your pillow. it was an awfully sweet gesture, keeping them was the least you could do.

but imagine levi's delight when he discovers this?! oh he's so happy his little princess did this. it will only make him want to spoil you more.

he memorized the entire layout of ravenclaw tower for you. little rowena definitely didn't plan for a certain slytherin to be capable of answering every riddle thrown at him by that eagle shaped knocker embedded in the door. he's snuck into your room during the late hours of the night, either watching you sleep or writing down everything he sees and touching everything he could. He pays special attention to you from 3 am to 4 am because he knows that's the time your body is weakest and most likely to just give up and let you die. and you can't die. not on his watch.

he's always out of sight before the sun comes up, and ready to write the next letter.

but today was different. the air was more crisp. life was being lived more today than any other day. and he was going to speak to you.

"oi, brat." he called across the room at you.

you. you. you. it's all you.

"yes?" you looked up from the book in your lap, his steel grey eyes focused on your pretty, [e/c] eyes.

how cute! you're so polite to him. levi reaches into the pocket of his robe and nearly sighed at the coarse feeling of your diary in his hands. he'd taken it from you so long ago, that he could barely part with the black, leather bound parchment. he's read it over four or five times, enough to have all your little secrets memorized. "found this under a willow tree in the courtyard. thought you'd be missing it."

a lie.

he'd stolen it from your bag while you weren't watching. the cute way your cheeks heated was enough satisfaction to last him a lifetime.

but he's so selfish.

and he's going to drown himself in you.

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nzia-writes · 1 year

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Senile Souls

[A b l a d e & b p c r o s s o v e r ]

I’ve took a little break but I’m back to me! Let’s get into this, now.

Synopsis: an aged love, once crushed beneath the strain of the blood moon, will resurface on the night of the blood moon. you return to wakanda because of love but not for love. and the princess? suffice it to say that she loves you but you have not given her many reasons to.

The Dynamics: vampire!Shuri vampire!Reader black!british!Reader

Disclaimer: vivid depictions of blood, violence, angst—cause I’m an angsty ho’. I get it from my momma— heartbreak, declining mental health, grief, and loss. Calm down, I swear it ain’t as bad as you think it is.

SHURI:

The tags:

@cuddl3s4shur1 @itsophiebby @rxcently @slytherin-34 @shinsousliya @donewit51life @mysticalmarss @mlmilani @doms-fav @verachii @zayswriting

Honorable mentions:

@inmyheadimobsessed @izrinmabel1 @iinkonde -Love y’all work downnn!! I can only hope y’all think the same of this right here. -Everybody check out their workshops if you haven’t already. They are some beasts at this shyt, okayy?

This is my first supernatural piece ever. I think I did myself justice. Enjoy her!

[The Golden City, Wakanda]

Harm goes to those who trespass your path of demolition. The wasted soldiers scattered before you now know this more than anyone. They’ve committed their life to bulking strength only for it to kiss a sweet goodbye at its moment of use. But of course you omitted death, sweeping their minds inside a wicked slumber, served with a side of fractured arms and twisted noses. Mercy, oh, mercy. How distasteful.

The spilling of blood has never been an intimidating act to the commander of death. It is the spilling of blood inside an alpha-level nation—capable of deflating an ego with the tap of a button—that is more… low-grade in taste.

I mean, look at them. Their scars and jade embroidery is of the River Tribe. That is the Queen’s heritage, her home, and her heart. She would bring the world to ash if she were to find them here unconscious in this lowly lit palace room—-all the more vengeful to know it occurred by your hand. It’s best to move out before she can find out.

You seal the highly-risen chamber doors shut to crouch behind pillars as the guards and palace workers stride ahead of you, gossiping in their native tongue. The pungency of their blood is so noxious, so ripe with loyalty that your nose scrunches in disdain. If loyalty is what they practice, then sacrificing their blood for the princess’s consumption would be no trouble would it?

Of course it would. Shuri nurses a heart too pure to allow it. She’d certainly rack her own brain for a solution before devouring another. And for that fact alone, you tighten your hold on your tool bag, huffing out. I’m almost there, Shuri.

REST COMING (?)

( I didn’t mean to post this so early, my mf finger slipped but hey it’s out now.)

#shuri x reader #black lesbian #princess shuri #shuri x plus size!reader #shuri x black!reader #shuri #shuri fic

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mashas-rotting · 5 months

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The Slytherin Princess

Chapter 8

Chapter warnings: Smut, Oral male receiving, slight blood ingestion (Just go with it), Mentions of a parent dying, P in V sex, Creampie, Tom being deliciously pathetic.

MINORS LEAVE

'Y/n." The smooth cold voice slithered it's way into your sleep, drawing you back to the land of the living. Fuck. Pain. You're body ached. Blinking, you look around confused, your eyes landing on the wizard sitting beside your bed. Not your bed, the infirmary bed. Why was he here? "What happened?" You ask feeling a blush creep from your ears to your cheeks. Was Tom always this handsome? Trying to sit up you wince from the pain in your back and clench your thighs as a familiar heat starts between them. It was getting harder to handle being around him, especially when you were in pain. "Avery." He stated. "Bastard." You mumble glancing at your arms, they had healed some but you could still feel blisters beneath their bandages.

Tom tosses a book in your lap. A book you are very familiar with. You're mother had given you your own copy when she got sick. "You found it then." You say without moving to touch the book. Tom nods. For a moment you both say nothing, every second that passes a need growing in you. "Is there anything you know about your magic that is not in this book little witch?" Tom asks breaking the silence, his voice sending a shiver through you. "Is there something specific you're concerned about?" You ask tilting your head to the side. "Does your magic do anything to those around you?" He seemed angry, which only fueled your desire more. "No." You answer holding his gaze. "Prove it."

Grabbing your wand you bring it to your wrist and make a small cut before offering your arm to Tom. "If I would be able to read your mind now, why could I not read it the last time? I seem to remember tasting your blood before." The way he asks sounds like both an accusation and flirtation. Maybe you just want to hear it that way. Maybe you were already losing your mind. "My family magic had not fully awakened." "Your demon magic." "Watch your mouth. That's not something to be advertised!" You hiss. "You watch your mouth." He laughs darkly and grabs your wrist bringing it closer to his mouth. "If I find out you have betrayed me, in any way. I will kill you." He says before slowly licking the blood trailing down your arm. You nod and gasp at the feeling.

Tom

Her blood was copper in his mouth. And then... 'You can search my memories for anything regarding my magic. Or anything you want really. I wouldn't be able to stop you' Her voice was in his head clearly and... 'You're turned on? Right now?' Tom thought scoffing at her. She did not react. "You can't hear my thoughts." Y/n shook her head no, but he heard her mind say it before she made the movement to speak. 'Please.... Need it.... Need you...' The thought was quiet and he could tell she was trying not to think it which made him want to laugh. "Hush. I need to search your mind and you're rambling." Suddenly her mind went silent. That was... Interesting.

Looking through her memories as if they were his own, Tom saw her mothers funeral. It was raining and cold. Only two people were there, Y/n who was shivering from the bitter wind and a social worker. Y/n was 6 and she didn't understand what the big deal was. Her mother looked as if she were simply sleeping. She knew that they said she wouldn't wake up. She was dead, but if being dead was just not waking up, why was everyone crying? Not helpful to Tom.

He looked back further. Her mother getting sick. Y/n had accidentally thrown a bully flying through the air and slamming into the wall of the school at recess. It was the first time she had ever used magic. She had known she would be able to use magic eventually. It wasn't a big deal. Until she got home. Y/n's mother was laying in bed, something she normally never did. She looked tired. Y/n sat with her. "I'm so glad you got your powers." "How did you know about that Momma?" "Because baby, we're special." Her mother replied. They spent all night reading on their family history. Y/n had felt powerful. She also felt scared. She didn't want to lose her mom or her mind or have someone control her. She just got her powers and now she had to worry about whatever bond might come. "Sweetheart you don't have to worry. If you don't want to activate our magic all you have to do is never let anyone hurt you. The pain is what our blood craves. I avoided it. And I don't regret my life. Not one bit." This was the only thing not written in the book. For good reason. Had this been common knowledge, the L/n family would have been hunted and tortured, forced to be connected to whatever dark witch or wizard claimed them.

Her mother's kindness made Tom feel weird. And the pain... That... That did explain quite a bit. "Do you have a choice." Tom asked suddenly. "I don't get to choose who the wolf chooses." She replied out loud. "So you don't want this?" He didn't know why he cared. "Does it matter?" 'You're a strong wizard. Handsome. Cruel. Not necessarily my first choice.' 'I would have tried to date you had I not known you would awaken my powers.' Tom heard all of it at once and shook his head. "Only answer in your mind. It's distracting to hear everything at the same time." He snapped. 'Sorry...You... Always you.' She answered silently. "So you do want this?" 'Yes.' Tom smirked. He could feel how much she wanted him, both physically and emotionally. He got snapshots of memories of her watching him throughout the school year. Although, she had tried not to. He heard the thoughts she had that she denied even to herself. Y/n had been infatuated with him the entire time they attended Hogwarts. This made him laugh. He had not realized in the slightest. Most girls threw themselves at Tom or avoided him altogether. Y/n had done neither. She had snapped at him, challenged him, and never had she smiled or blushed. Well she had never smiled or blushed until he had taken her in detention. Tom had assumed embarrassment was the cause.

"I will not touch you." He told her and immediately felt her disappointment, felt her trying to hold back tears, felt her feelings of rejection. "Look at me Y/n." He commanded and she met his gaze. "I will not touch you tonight." He smirked at her. "You, however, may do as you please."

Y/n

Your stomach fluttered. He was going to let you touch him. Praise the Gods this man was going to let you take what you wanted. You stood slowly, your body aching in a protest that only made you want him more. You moved in front of him and softly tilted his face up to you feeling nervous under his gaze. Slowly, you leaned forward and kissed him, breathing in the taste of him. It made you feel high. You moved to straddle him, your hands unbuttoning his shirt and removing his tie so that his chest was exposed to you. Each movement of your hands ghosting across his chest and stomach reminded you of your injuries with a sting. His muscles tensed and relaxed under the cold of your fingers. Tom was rather fit under his clothes. You hadn't gotten to fully feel or see that until now and it sent another wave of desire through you. Lightly you bite his lower lip and he groans in response, but he doesn't move. His hands rest on the arms of his chair as he lets you explore his body.

Merlin, how you wanted him to take you. To make a mess of you. Mark you. But this was almost as good. You grinded yourself against him when you felt his cock twitching against you through his pants. You knew you were leaving a wet spot on him since you had nothing on but the hospital gown. Growing frustrated by the offending pants you removed yourself from his lap and undo his pants. You move you hand to reach inside them but stop and look up at him unsure. Tom nods once, his gaze looked hungry. Your breath was getting deeper and you pulled his cock out, moaning at it's thickness and length. You have no idea how he got all of it inside of you before. You feel your mouth water and you lick your lips before licking him from base to tip.

Finally you wrap your mouth around him and moan tasting the slight salt of his precum. You set a slow pace, teasing him. Taking him as far as you could without swallowing it down your throat. Tom didn't react much, but you noticed his grip on the arms of the chair tighten and he held very still. You were getting to him. This made you moan again. Determined, you swallow him completely, ignoring your gag reflex until your nose pressed against his dark pubic hair, before pulling back and repeating the motion. "Fuck." Tom groaned and you felt his cock twitch in your mouth. That was all you could handle. You released his cock with a soft pop, strings of saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth and glistened on his cock in the moonlight.

Quickly you straddled him again. "You taste good." You moan before claiming his mouth and grinding your bare pussy against his now slick throbbing member. Tom groaned into the kiss and shuddered. Reaching down you place him at your entrance and slowly slide him into you. You whine feeling him stretch you and he lets out a jagged breath. You feel yourself get lost in the feeling of him and you ride him starting slow, but quickly increasing your pace. Fuck he felt so good. You're sure you told him as much. Tom suddenly gripped the back of his chair with both hands and turned his head burring his face in his arm as he panted. "Gods, Tom you feel so fucking good. So deep." You feel yourself getting closer and you dig your nails into his back as you chase your high.

"Y/n." Tom says in a pleading voice. "What?" You moan not slowing down. "I'm going to cum soon. You need to make yourself cum or you won't be able to." You groan and feel yourself clench around him at his words. "Fuck. Y/n. Please." He begs. You turn his face from his arm towards you and kiss him as you feel yourself fall over the edge and cum. Tom groans into your mouth and your feel his hips thrust up twice before he can stop himself as he pulses inside you, filling you with a delightful warmth.

#reader insert #fanfiction #smut #harry potter #tom riddle #Tom begs for a moment #I'm weak

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ellorypurebloodculture · 1 year

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For ficlet friday, which is a wonderful idea and you have my everlasting gratitude for thinking it up and deciding to do it: Fem Harry Potter/Salazar Slytherin

Thank you, lady! I'm happy to hear that you enjoy Ficlet Fridays. They are definitely fun to do.

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High Lady Harriet Peverell heads down to the Chamber of Secrets as soon as the Final Battle is finished, as soon as she has completed the prophecy, as soon as the Deathstick is in her hand, as soon as she is officially the High Lady of Eternal Death, an Oligarchy maiden.

She walks past the shed snakeskin, past the mad basilisk she slayed as a young girl of twelve years, and to the ritual circle in the corner of the chamber—the Olde Runes glow golden, the same as before, powering the shield that protects High Lord Salazar Slytherin beneath what looks like solid emerald.

Harriet presses the tip of the Elder Wand against the shield and passes right through it as if it doesn’t even exist, pausing at his side, longing beating in her heart that has not subsided since she first discovered him and regained her memories of being his wife.

Hands shaking, Harriet whispers, “Not even death could keep me from your side forever, my prince,” and kisses his lips, shattering the enchantment that has kept him preserved until her rebirth.

Salazar’s eyes snap open and he deepens the kiss, his hands delving into her hair as he floods their soul-bond with an avaricious love that would terrify a weaker witch, and speaks into her mind, “You have finally returned to me, my princess.”

#ellory answers #ellory writes #five sentence ficlet friday #salazar slytherin/female harry potter

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 10 months

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The Princess and the Pleb. Part 1: Ted.

When Ted saw her cross the Leaky Cauldron's entrance, his heart did a funny jump in his chest. She was beautiful. She was so beautiful, it was breathtaking.

But she was a Black. And Ted knew what that meant. Ted knew how she was actually like beneath that external beauty. And he cursed.

"Shit" he whispered under his breath, making his best to turn away and hide from her.

Ted and Adam used to go around Hogwarts breaking the stigma that Rich kids were better than students with scholarships. Ted and Adam hated that particular group of Slytherins that walked around the halls thinking they were better than others and treating people like shit.

But Andromeda Black was different. While Bellatrix was mean and superficial, the worst kind, always intimidating others, Andromeda was quiet and gentle. Ted learned this when he had to work with her for a school assignment. It hadn't been that bad. Ted had managed to actually make her laugh. But he wasn't surprised that when the assignment was over, Andromeda never spoke to him again.

Graduating from Hogwarts didn't guarantee the luck of getting rid of those bastards, no. Ted had to meet them mostly everyday at work. The Leaky Cauldron was the most popular café amongst Oxford Students. And the same group that used to torment Ted and Adam at school, was now tormenting him at work. Bellatrix Black, The Lestrange Brothers, Seth Parkinson and his girlfriend, a wanker who Ted didn't know, and of course.... Andromeda.

Bellatrix was the worst. She didn't come to The Leaky Cauldron for the delicious food or for a nice cup of coffee, she liked coming here to make Ted's life miserable.

There had been several times in which Ted almost lost his temper, throw a punch or kick them out. But Tom, his boss, had warned him that The Lestranges and Blacks were the most important costumers.

"I used to serve Cygnus and Alphard Black myself, boy!" he always said "And even Castor Lestrange, back when they were Oxford Students... Bloody good tips they gave me"

Of course, Tom didn't know the little brats that their children were. He always sided them. Ted had been on the risk of losing his job, several times.

Even if Andromeda was alone right now, Ted didn't want to see her. She was one of them after all.

Ted hid in the kitchen, like a stupid little boy. And he saw how Andromeda took a seat in their usual table. She was looking around, probably searching for him.

"Tammy... Hey..."

Tammy was one of Ted's best friends. Ted knew her since they were five. But Tammy wasn't in school with Ted. She didn't know them. She didn't know they were the worst kind of people. Tammy had started working at The Leaky Cauldron a few weeks ago. After she started living with Ted. And luckily she didn't serve "their table". Ted could only image the jokes, slurs and insults that would come out from Bellatrix's mouth. And Tammy had been through so much already.

Tammy was just picking up an order from the kitchen when Ted saw his opportunity.

"I need a favor, love"

Tammy's mouth twisted. She raised an eyebrow.

"Teddy, I am busy"

Ted grabbed her shoulders and forced her to see through the little door window. Their usual table was one in the back with a perfect view. Andromeda looked kind of lost on her own.

"I need you to attend her"

"But that's your table"

"I know that..." Ted sighed "But... Please?"

Tammy turned to look at him with curious eyes.

"Let me guess..." Tammy said "Another one of your conquers?"

Ted couldn't begin to explain the nightmare he had been living through since the beginning of the fall. He hadn't told anyone actually. He didn't want it to look like he was complaining. This job was more of what he had dreamt of.

Tammy laughed when Ted didn't answer.

"Oh Teddy, you need to learn how to reject a woman properly. Not hide like a whinny baby" she tutted. Ted just shrugged "This is the last time I deal with one of your or Adam's girlfriends"

Ted smiled at her.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Ted pouted. And Tammy rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Blah blah..." she shook her head and walked out of the kitchen.

Ted watched as she walked towards Andromeda's table, taking the little notebook out of her pocket. Ted watched as Tammy took her order. Andromeda told her something that made Tammy frown. She side glanced towards Ted. Then she responded something and walked back towards the kitchen. Andromeda sat back, crossing her arms.

"What happened?" Ted asked anxiously as soon as Tammy crossed the door.

Tammy looked at him.

"She wants a cup of coffee"

Ted found himself sighing in relief.

"But she also wants to talk to you" Tammy added and Ted's eyes widened "She said she is not leaving until she talks to you"

Ted swallowed as Tammy shook her head.

"She is really dazzled by you, isn't she?"

As Tammy walked to serve the cup of coffee, Ted wondered what the hell Andromeda wanted to talk about. Ted hadn't directly spoken to her since their assignment together in seventh year. Ted hated that part of him was curious and excited to talk to her. She was pretty but... Fuck...

"Here, Romeo" Tammy put the cup of coffee on his hands "Go talk to her and be honest. If you don't want her. Just let her know"

Tammy was an incredible person. Ted made a mental note to tell her everything afterwards. Ted hadn't shared many details with his friends about his adventures at Hogwarts. It wasn't fair that he got the chance to go to a decent school and not them. Besides, the only good thing that Ted got from Hogwarts was his friendship with Adam.

As Tammy walked away, Ted sighed. He had to face her eventually. Ted didn't want that little princess to complain to his boss about his bad service or something. Tom was keeping an eye on him because of the many incidents and complains from Andromeda's friends.

Ted walked towards the table reluctantly.

"Your coffee, Miss" Ted said as he laid it on the table, looking specifically at the floor "Can I get you anything else?"

Andromeda blinked at him, like she couldn't quite believe he was actually in front of her. Ted noticed she had blue eyes. More like a greyish tone of blue. Her eyes were beautiful in fact. But he tried to ignore that.

"So you are still here" she said finally, looking away "I thought that after last time, you.. you would have..."

Andromeda didn't finish. She looked down embarrassed.

"Lost my job?" Ted scoffed "I almost did, actually"

Last time, Ted had lost his temper. He got so angry that he almost punched Rabastan Lestrange in the fucking face. He didn't. But he grabbed his shirt and that was enough to be a serious offense for Tom.

"I am sorry..." Andromeda swallowed "It got a bit out of hand last time"

Ted snorted "A bit out of hand?" he shook his head "Your little friends made me loose my temper. They were really nasty about me and my friends"

Andromeda bit her lip and Ted found that gesture adorable.

"OK sorry..." she said "I came here to explain..." she sighed "Rod and Rab were having a really bad day, they found out their father was having an affair..."

Ted chuckled. He couldn't believe it. Rich people.

"For what I know she is a lousy, much younger woman... She even has a kid. And Castor wants them to meet him.... Castor and his wife are definitely having a divorce..."

Ted faked a gasp, covering his mouth.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed with a girly voice, mocking hers "Poor Rod and Rab... My condolences. They must be going through such a difficult time..."

"Are you making fun of me?" Andromeda asked, raising an eyebrow "This is a serious matter!" Ted pretented to weep "Their mother is devastated and they really used to admire their dad"

Ted tutted.

"Sorry for breaking it to you, princess" he snapped "But there are people with REAL issues out there. People that depend on a low pay job to survive and don't go around making other people's lives miserable"

Andromeda buffed and licked her lips. Those lips... Those rosy wet lips of hers. Ted wondered a second if they would taste something rosy... Like cherry or strawberry. Wait... Why was he thinking that?

"I know that sometimes they act like..."

"I don't have time for rich people's issues" Ted spat interrupting his weird thoughts "You are so fucking dramatic!"

Andromeda gasped "Oi! Excuse me?"

"You don't know what is like to have real problems" Ted added "You have everything! You just snap your little fingers and mommy and daddy give you everything you want"

"You have no idea how our lives are!" Andromeda said furiously.

"Oh right! I can imagine" Ted snapped sarcastically.

Andromeda shook her head.

"I came here to apologize and explain... And you act like a total wanker"

"You and your little friends almost made me lose my job!" Ted snapped now, coming closer to not shout "Excuse me for not being more polite"

Andromeda was silent, almost scared. Ted fought the urge to touch her cheek to comfort her. Ted fought the urge to smile at her and see her smile back. Ted was supposed to hate her.

But fuck... She was so beautiful. So beautiful it made Ted go crazy and think crazy things. That was probably it.

"And you are going to make me lose my job now..." he added more calmly "So excuse me"

Ted walked away from the table. He couldn't be there anymore. Confused with his feelings. Between hate and... And....

"You know what, Tonks? People are right about you"

But now Andromeda was following him as he did his best to clean the tables around. He was just trying to do his job. That was all.

"What about me, princess?" he sighed.

Ted begged that Tom wasn't around. And Tammy wasn't getting the wrong conclusions.

"You walk around thinking you are the great hero, don't you?" Andromeda continued "You know it is not our fault that we have money and you don't"

Ted stopped collecting the used dishes to look at her.

"Of course not" he said "It is not what I..."

Why was Ted trying to justify himself with her? He didn't have to give her any explanations about his life or his beliefs. So he just shook his head and carried on cleaning.

"You just resent us for it" Andromeda continued speaking, following him around "But we are not just stupid rich kids with a plastic life, okay?"

"Oh I bet..."

"Sometimes it is not money what matters, perhaps we are looking for something else... Perhaps we have internal and emotional issues. Perhaps we feel trapped..."

It sounded as Andromeda was talking mostly about herself. What could this pretty princess be experiencing?

Ted wasn't curious at all, obviously.

"You think all of our problems are solved because we have money? Well there's more to us than meets the eye..."

Ted walked into the little corridor that lead to the bathroom. Mainly because he didn't want to be seen by his coworkers or his boss. Andromeda followed him even there.

Ted leaned against the wall, facing her and crossing his arms.

"What do want from me, Andromeda?"

Andromeda was surprised to hear her name from Ted's mouth. Ted liked how it sounded. He had never said it out loud.

"Are you here to apologize or make more fun of me?" Ted added "Did your friends send you?"

"No!" Andromeda snapped "I wanted to tell you that I spoke with Bella, and she is going to stop. She is going to leave you alone"

Ted chuckled.

"I don't believe that for a second"

"Why not, excuse me?"

Andromeda raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. A single lock of hair was falling gracefully down her forehead and Ted wanted so badly to put it behind her ear. It would be easier to hate her if she wasn't this gorgeous.

"Do you actually believe Bellatrix?" Ted asked "She lives to torture me"

"That's my sister you are talking about"

"Yeah, your sister is a..."

Bitch. He wanted to say it but somehow didn't dare.

"A what? She is a what?"

Ted shrugged. But Andromeda was already furious. Ted saw how her cheeks went red and he grabbed him from his shirt.

"I am not going to let you talk shirt about my sister or my friends"

Andromeda was close now. Too close. Ted smelled her sweet perfume. Something like roses. Her eyes looked bigger and brighter. Ted figured he could get lost in that grayish ocean. Her cheeks were pink just like the tip of her nose.

Ted was instantly out of breath. He swallowed.

"You surely remember how your dear sister and your dear friends made fun of me, or insulted me, or put things in their food and made me change it, how they laughed in my face..."

Ted tried to keep his voice steady as his heart raced and he felt a strange warm on his body.

"They were all silly jokes..."

"I didn't find them funny" Ted said "Answer me, why didn't you say anything and let them mock me everytime?"

Andromeda swallowed as well. But she kept staring into Ted's eyes.

"I asked them to stop it" she answered, lowering her voice "We are not coming back here"

"Great!" Ted said, staring at Andromeda's lips "I am so glad I don't have to see you again"

"You know what? I am glad as well" Andromeda said "You're annoyingly cocky and egocentric"

"And you are an annoying whinny rich princess"

Ted wanted to kiss her. Ted wanted to kiss her so badly.

"I hate you"

"The feeling is mutual, darling"

But somehow they were closer. Ted had fancied lots of girls, girls who actually had broken his heart. But he had never felt like this. Being pulled like a magnet. Somehow, having Andromeda close, made Ted lose track of time and space. His mind clouded, only replaced by a strong desire for her.

They leaned a bit closer unconsciously. And Andromeda closed his eyes. Ted closed his eyes as well. He was so close. He felt her breath against his own. He could almost taste her lips...

"There you are, Ted... Oh!"

Andromeda pushed him away and Ted came back to reality. Right. He was at work. He was on his shift. And this was Andromeda. Andromeda Black. What the fuck did he just do? Ted almost kissed her! What was wrong with him?

Andromeda seemed embarrassed and the color of her cheeks had left. She was pale.

And the worst of all was that Tom had been the one to catch them. Ted's boss looked furious. Ted closed his eyes. He was surely fired now. All because of a Black. Great.

There was a tense moment of silence.

"Oh thank you, sir" Andromeda spoke with an aristocratic tone "I feel so much better...I really thought I was going to puke... "

Ted took a moment to react but be finally cleared his throat.

"Yes,.ma'am" he said "There was no problem"

Tom looked between the two with exceptical eyes.

"Do you feel fine, Miss Black?"

"Oh yes" Andromeda sighed, grabbing her chest "I should've listened to the doctor and not drink more coffee. It is dreadful for my stomach"

Andromeda gave Ted a last glance.

"I feel better, thanks" then she started walking away "Good afternoon"

Tom gave her a polite smile as she walked passed him.

Ted was still against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Trying to understand what just happened. Sure, Andromeda was beautiful but Ted was no longer a teenage boy. He had to have a bit of self control. Jesus!

"I am sorry Tom..." Ted ran his fingers through his hair "I don't know how it happened..."

Ted knew what was coming. Tom was no stupid to believe Andromeda's story. Ted could say goodbye to his job.

Tom took a deep breath.

"Look Ted..."

Sometimes Tom spoke to him like a real father. Like we was genuinely worried about him. Not just like a boss.

"I understand if you want to fire me"

"I don't want to fire you" Tom shook his head "Your father is one of my best friends. You are like a son to me..."

Ted sighed in relief but he still felt guilty.

"Look... I know what is like being young, having that age to flirt around, fool with girls..."

"Tom, that's not..."

"But she is not just a girl" Tom raised his voice a bit "She is a Black! The Blacks are one of the most powerful families in the country"

Ted closed his eyes in frustration. He knew that. He fucking knew that.

"No offense, Ted" Tom continued "But I know Cygnus Black and he is not going to like someone like you messing up with his precious daughter..."

Ted clenched his teeth. Yes, he knew that. Someone like him. Someone with no money, without an important name. Someone who would work his whole life and would never live with half of what The Blacks had.

Tom's expression softened.

"She is an impossible, boy" Tom patted his back "Why don't you look someone else for you...Someone like you"

Those words hit Ted hard. It sounded as he wasn't enough for Andromeda because he didn't have money and was a nobody. Ted got it. They were from different worlds. But still hurt.

"Someone like Tammy, for instance, eh?" Tom smiled now, rubbing his hair. Ted shook his head.

Tammy was like his sister. He knew her forever. Besides, she was hopelessly in love with Roger.

He didn't say that. He swallowed accepting his fate.

"There's nothing going on between me and..." Ted sighed "I swear, Tom. I don't like her like that. I don't like her at all... She is just another costumer to me"

Perhaps Ted would not see her again. Didn't she say she and her friends would not come here anymore? That was good. Ted was glad. He couldn't wait to not see them. To not see her.

She was just a pretty girl confusing his mind.

Tom nodded.

"Maybe is better if you don't..." Tom began "Serve their table anymore"

Finally! Ted had been begging Tom to give another person that table. And he didn't listen.

But that was before...

What? No! Ted hated them. He hated those rich wankers. He was glad to not serve their table anymore. They weren't coming here anyway.

He didn't say that to Tom. He would be sad to lose his best costumers. Especially if it was because of Ted.

"Anything you want, Tom" Ted nodded eagerly. He was so grateful not to be fired. He really needed to come back to reality. He needed this job. He really needed it. "Sorry, I won't cause trouble again. I swear"

Tom nodded.

"You are good kid, Ted" he said "Get back to work"

"Thank you, Tom" Ted answered "Thank you"

Tom was right. Ted should focus on his life. He had his job at The Leaky Cauldron to help his parents with their debts. He had his band and the dream to one day become famous. He had his friends who had gone through so much but still knew how to see the positive things in life. So it was better not to cross paths with those rich kids anymore. And ignore the flame on his chest, the increased heartbeats, and the shiver on his lips that a certain gray-eyed rich girl had left.

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Winter Apocalypse

Chapter 47: The Ravenclaw Mystery

They followed him through the dark corridors of the Ravenclaw wing, where Jon had never been. The carpet beneath their feet was Blue Mammoth fur, a beautiful emerald color that paired well with the pure lapis and pyrite tiles on the walls. Ravenclaw was the richest of the four-now five-houses, though not as influential or interesting as Slytherin. Practically all the Ravenclaws were from very rich or very important families, and they all had a lot of fun and thought they were the best, in fact they got along very well with the Slytherins, and were twinned - almost like Gryffindor was allied with Hufflepuff.

At the paintings, pompous characters got angry and mocked Jon, laughing and pointing at him, because he was very poor.

"I saw your eyes, Jon Snow." said Professor Wilde, accompanying them through those corridors. The windows on the walls were very high and covered with drawings and instead of glass there were precious stones, the light that entered from them was a combination of many glitters caused by those precious stones, which also absorbed the dim winter light of Winter Hogwarts.

"What's wrong with my eyes?" he asked, confused.

"They're purple. And they never have been." continued Shireen, who was the nicest one there.

Ghost, still at Jon's side, held onto his legs so much that he almost fell to the ground. Even his eyes seemed purple now…

Professor Frankie Wilde took them into a room, the walls completely covered in tapestries depicting breathtaking and bloody war scenes, extremely violent and affecting the viewer even if they were only woven.

"There is a legend that tells of the son of the Dragon with purple eyes, with great powers…" began Professor Frankie, as the boys entered the classroom. Dennis pointed to a rainbow obsidian candle, its flame glowing with an intense purple light. "It's this one?"

"This candle lit just today, indicating that there are Dragon children here. And your eyes turned purple just today… it was originally believed that the Dragon was Rhaegar Targaryen, so one of his children was the infamous hero son of the Dragon. So he married a Dornish princess and had two children, but they weren't them…"

Frankie looked at Aegon.

“Yes,” said Aegon, “I am Rhaegar's biological son, but my sister Rhaenys and I were abandoned by our father because we were not worthy of the role of the Dragon's son, and then Jon Connington, his former fiancé, adopted us. But Rhaegar has been looking for a new wife - Lyanna Stark, and it is said that with her he could have fathered the Dragon child he wanted, but that he may be missing due to their constant travels for the team and the fact that they are very rich and commit."

"And you're a Stark, right?" Dennis asked.

Jon's eyes widened now deep purple, thinking back to his life as a motherless boy, when in fact he was just the lost son of the most beloved couple in all of Westeros… maybe?

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Well, let's put it this way, I'm imagining going to Hogwarts with my best friends.

“I need you!” I shout as I burst into the dorm, throwing my things to the ground. “What’s up?” Hannah pokes her head around the corner. “I’m tired of the long blonde, we’re cutting it to my shoulders and dying it black.” Riley’s eyes widen as she smiles. “Shower first while I go to Hogsmeade and get supplies.” I grin and walk into the shared bathroom. I strip and step into the cool shower water, a click and my phone is playing my playlist in the background. I sing alone with the lyrics as I wash and condition my hair, brushing through it and rinsing it out when finished. I step out of the shower and summon two towels in Slytherin green, one for my hair and one for the rest. Once I’m dry, I shrug on my Slytherin bathrobe, grabbing my things and stepping into the dorm. Hannah chucks pajama bottoms and undergarments and my Ramones t-shirt at me, hitting me square in the face. I chuckle and roll my eyes, pulling underpants from my dresser and putting those on. Then I put on the pajama bottoms and t-shirt, putting my bathrobe back on for the purpose of warmth. Riley bursts in then, cloak billowing behind her, black mask still on her face. She drops the paper bags as I take the towel off my hair, brushing my hair straight back. When I ask her to, Hannah parts my hair down the middle and takes out the scissors. She cuts my hair to my shoulders and the two front pieces to my chin. Then Riley uses a charm to wet my hair further, pulling out the dye from her bag. “Why’d you get green?” I ask, watching her put gloves on her hands. “You’ll see, it’ll look awesome, I promise,” she reasons, beginning to apply the black to my hair. “I trust you,” I tell her. “Tomorrow, we’ll hit up a thrift store and get you some more stuff for your wardrobe,” Hannah adds. I nod and let the girls work their magic. As the dye sets, Brynna returns to the room. “Hello!” I say excitedly, waving to her. “What are you doing?” she asks, hanging her cloak on a nearby hook. “We’ve cut her hair to her shoulders and now we’re dying it green and black!” Hannah replies excitedly. “Why?” “Because I asked them to,” I responded. “Was this an impulse decision?” “I mean, kind of, but it’s nothing magic can’t reverse,” Riley assures her, turning a movie on her MacBook. A few minutes later, Widow comes loping down the stairs to the loft, following Lainey. The husky mix comes up to lick my face as Brynna scratches Luna beneath the chin. We watch the rest of the Princess Bride and to the intermission in The Sound of Music before Riley has me bent over the back of the tub as she rinses my hair out. Surprisingly, the color holds really well in my blonde—now black and green—hair. As I dry and put product in my hair, Riley asks, “Now what do we do?” “We could do our nails and then while we’re shopping tomorrow we could get tattoos or piercings or whatever,” Hannah suggests. “We can be the bad bitches of Hogwarts!” I say excitedly. “Okay, where’s the nail polish?” Riley asks as Brynna joins us on the floor, nearly tripping over her own feet. “It’s weird to see you with short dark hair,” Brynna says, settling herself as Xavier crawls into her lap. “It’s weird to think that I have short dark hair,” I admit. I pull out my phone and look at myself in the camera. “Though it does look amazing.” Brynna rests her head on my shoulder as I hold one of her hands in both of mine. “Aw, you look adorable,” Riley tells us. “Now give me your hand.” “Jeez, okay, T.T,” I responded, giving my hand over. “So, how’s Darin?” “Eh, he’s the same as always, adorable, sweet, shy, kind, and an absolute giant,” Riley replies, dragging the black nail polish across my fingernail. I smile and glance over at my girlfriend, Brynna. I kiss the top of her head as Riley finishes. Then RIley asks Brynna if she wouldn’t mind painting her nails as I wait for mine to dry. And so it goes, us taking turns putting nail polish on each other and just being our Seventh Year selves.

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Chapter Seven: The Sorting Hat (RW&tSP) [D. Malfoy]

As soon as he finished knocking, the giant doors swung open. Behind the door, waiting in the hallway, was a witch. She had black hair in these beautiful and gorgeous emerald-green robes. Despite her amazing fashion sense, her face scared Rose. Because her facial expression was incredibly stern. That she wouldn’t feel the slightest bit of regret to give you a detention.

“The firs’ years, Professor McGonagall,” the guy says.

“Thank you, Hagrid,” says the witch, Professor McGonagall. “I will take them from here.”

The big guy, whom Rose now knows as Hagrid, leaves.

McGonagall pulls the door wide open. Rose could see that the entrance hall had enraptured Harry out of the corner of her eye. Which brought a giggle out of her.

Draco, having no interest in the entrance hall, had heard her giggle. He turned his head towards her.

“What’s so funny?” He asks.

Rose, turning to look at him, as if a deer-caught-in-headlights.

“Nothing, Draco,” she assures him. A slight smile on her face.

Draco looked like he didn’t believe her, but he dropped it.

She was still in between the two boys. Following McGonagall to their next destination. They were occasionally talking about some classes.

McGonagall had taken them into an empty chamber off the hall. The place that they passed by sounded really noisy. Which meant that the Second through the Seventh Years were in that room.

“Welcome to Hogwarts,” says McGonagall. “The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room…”

Then Rose had drifted off into space. She knows this because she had already heard all of this from her parents.

“The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school.”

That snapped Rose back to attention. She noticed that she was close to Harry, a Weasley (the red hair gave him away) and the buck-toothed female with bushy brown hair.

“I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.”

McGonagall looked purposefully at Weasley and the toad boy.

Rose noticed Harry trying to flatten his hair. To no success. Again, she giggled. Draco and Blaze exchanged a look.

“I shall return when we are ready for you,” McGonagall says. “Please wait quietly.” Then she was gone.

She saw that Harry was really nervous. Overhearing him asking the Weasley, “How exactly do they sort us into houses?”

“Some sort of test, I think,” the Weasley says. “Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking.”

She sighs when she saw Harry’s expression.

“There’s a hat that they place on your head,” she explains to Harry. “It talks to you in your head. Examining everything in your thoughts.” She noticed that he wasn’t comfortable. “Oh calm down. I know this because my parents told me.”

Then the Hogwarts ghosts decided to interrupt. She got quiet as they talked amongst themselves.

The ghosts were interrupted by McGonagall returning.

“Move along now. The Sorting Ceremony’s about to start.”

The ghosts drifted through the doors and walls.

“Now, form a line,” she tells them. Rose stood between Blaze and Draco while Salem stood at her side. “And follow me.”

They all began to follow the woman. She wasn’t scared of her at all. Through a pair of double doors. To the Great Hall.

She smiled as she looked about here and there. Finding nothing but beauty in the thousands of candles. She thought it was cute. They were floating in midair above four long tables. She immediately saw the colors of each house. She couldn’t wait to join the Slytherin house.

Upon all the tables were gold plates and goblets.

In front of all the long tables was another one. This one had older ladies and gentlemen. Which she figured were the professors. Her eyes landed on a black-haired man, thinking that he must be Severus Snape. The young man that her parents helped.

She saw him make eye contact with her. She gave him a small smile and wave. Not seeing a wave, but she saw the slightest bit of a smile.

She watched McGonagall put a four-legged stool in front of every first year. On top of the stool, there was the Sorting Hat. It was old, frayed and dirty. She knew what’s going on.

She looked around. Noticing that everyone else in the room had gone quiet. She turned her head back towards the hat. Quietly watching it. She saw the tear in the hat had opened like a mouth. Then it started to sing.

“Oh you may not think I’m pretty

But don’t judge what you see,

I’ll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.”

Then Rose got bored. She poked Draco’s side, getting his attention.

“What?” He whisper asks.

“I’m bored,” she whispers.

“And what am I supposed to do?”

She shrugs. “Entertain me.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re such a princess.”

She smiles proudly. “And you act like a spoiled brat.”

He rolled his eyes, going back to listening to the hat singing. She did, too.

“Or, perhaps in Slytherin

You’ll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends

So put me on! Don’t be afraid!

And don’t get in a flap!

You’re in safe hands (though I have none)

For I’m a Thinking Cap!”

She, and everyone else, started clapping after the hat finished his song. She watched the hat bow and then became still again.

She quietly watched McGonagall take a step forward with a long scroll of parchments.

“When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted,” she said.

Abbott, Hannah -- Hufflepuff

Bones, Susan -- Hufflepuff

Boot, Terry -- Ravenclaw

Brocklehurst, Mandy -- Ravenclaw

Brown, Lavender -- Gryffindor

Bulstrode, Millicent -- Slytherin

She watched as the Slytherin table got up and cheered with their new house mate. A little shocked about it. After all, why are they that excited about Millicent being a part of it.

Crabbe, Vincent - Slytherin

Again, the Slytherin table got loud. She has a feeling that they’ll do this every time they get a new housemate.

Davis, Tracey - Slytherin

The Slytherins got really excited once again. Which kinda agitated her a bit.

Finch-Fletchley, Justin -- Gryffindor

Finnigan, Seamus -- Gryffindor

Goyle, Gregory -- Slytherin

For a third time, the Slytherins rejoiced for new housemates. So far, Rose is right about the Slytherins.

Granger, Hermione -- Gryffindor

So that’s her name, Rose thinks to herself. Finally able to put a name to her face.

Longbottom, Neville -- Gryffindor

Again, she’s able to put a name to the toad kid’s face.

MacDougal, Morag -- Ravenclaw

Malfoy, Blaze -- Slytherin

She was amazed. The hat barely touched his head and the hat had decided Slytherin.

Malfoy, Draco -- Slytherin

She watched as the same thing had happened to Draco. The Slytherins had went nuts when they got the Malfoy boys.

It kept going until Harry was called. Everyone went dead silent. Then they started to whisper amongst themselves.

She watched Harry’s movements. Concerned about him.

McGonagall places the hat on his head. Everyone was quiet as they waited.

“GRYFFINDOR!” The hat cries out.

She calmed down. Glad that Harry wasn’t put in Slytherin. After all, all the Weasleys are in Gryffindor. She still followed him with her eyes as he walked over to the Gryffindor table. Even though that table went absolutely ballistic.

Thomas, Dean -- Gryffindor

Turpin, Lisa -- Ravenclaw

She stood up straighter as “Watson, Rosalie” was called. She strode up to the front with Salem tailing her.

She sat on the stool and the hat was placed on her head. She stared at the inside of the hat.

“Another difficult one,” the hat says in her ear. “Very difficult… Hard working, patient, loyal… Adored by the two boys… Thirst to prove your worth… Ambitious… Cunning… Where shall I put you…”

Not Hufflepuff, she says in her head. Not Hufflepuff… Not Hufflepuff…

“Not Hufflepuff?” The hat asks. “You are loyal to those boys. Kind to those around you. Hufflepuffs aren’t that bad… No? Well, if you’re sure -- better be SLYTHERIN!”

Rose relaxed in her seat. The hat is taken off her head. She heard the Slytherins cheering in excitement. She saw Blaze and Draco cheering much harder than the rest.

She hurried over to the Slytherin table, looking shy. She sat between the twins, as they scooted over for her.

Weasley, Ronald -- Gryffindor

Zabini, Blaise

She watched as Blaise has sat down at their table.

McGonagall had taken the hat and stool away after she had rolled up the scroll.

She looked at her empty plate. Feeling incredibly hungry.

Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. Probably to welcome the first years. But, what he actually said had surprised her at the end.

“Welcome!” he said. “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

“Thank you!”

Then he sat back down. She listened as everyone clapped and cheered. She turned towards Blaze and Draco as they talked.

“That man is a twit,” Blaze said.

“An imbecile,” Draco agrees.

She raised an eyebrow.

“He is a genius, you know,” she states. “He found twelve uses for dragons blood. And he is friends with Nicholas Flamel, who discovered the Philosopher’s Stone.”

“But, he was friends with Gellert Grindelwalkd,” Blaze countered. “A very dangerous wizard.”

“He defeated Lord Voldemort with no problem. And he helped Newt Scamander in defeating Grindelwald.”

The Bloody Baron, overhearing their conversation, rolled his eyes. He was the Slytherin ghost. He made her uncomfortable because of the bloody clothes.

However, one of the older Slytherin prefects had turned to the new Slytherins. A sleezy smile on his face. It made Rose uncomfortable.

“We’ve won the House Cup for six years in a row,” he says. “You guys better not ruin that streak for us.” Then he glared at them to make sure that they got the message.

She hid her face by eating her food.

Blaze and Draco continued having their conversation while they ate.

She was getting sleepy after she finished eating. She laid her head upon Draco’s shoulder. Closing her eyes, glancing over at Harry to see him in pain. She snuggled up to Draco.

“Ahem -- just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.”

She sat up, forcing herself awake to listen to Dumbledore.

“First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well.”

She followed Dumbledore’s eyes to the direction of the Weasley twins. She snickered with Draco and Blaze at that.

“I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.

“Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.

“And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death.”

She looked nervously at Draco and then Blaze. She didn’t like that at all. It scares her.

“And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!” cried Dumbledore. She saw the fake smiles on the teachers’ faces.

Dumbledore had given his wand a little flick. It looked like he was trying to get a fly off the end of it. Then she saw a long golden ribbon flying out of it. It rose high above the tables, twisting itself, snakelike, into words.

“Everyone pick their favorite tune,” said Dumbledore, “and off we go!”

Rose wasn’t sure what her favorite song was, but her favorite tune? She has no idea. Then the school bellowed out:

“Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they’re bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we’ve forgot

Just do your best, we’ll do the rest,

And learn until our brains will rot.”

Rose finished earlier than some. She was blushing as she saw some looks from the people nearby. She was a decent singer, but the shocked faces on some people got her shy.

Then it was only the Weasley twins singing. And it was the funeral march. Which was annoying. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest. She was clapping the slowest as she was aggravated.

“Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!”

The Slytherin first years followed the prefect through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and down. Down into the dungeons area. She knows that she’s yawning and dragging her feet. Her and the Malfoy twins were behind everyone. She was being held up by Draco.

“A little bit longer,” Draco gently whispers.

The first years stopped in front of a bare, damp stone wall.

“Salazar,” their prefect said to the wall.

Then the wall comes down, revealing a door behind it. The Slytherin prefect opens the door to a beautiful room.

There were some black sofas and armchairs. Side tables with lamps for late night studies. There were tables and chairs. Even a beautiful marble fireplace. Glass case for Quidditch brooms. Shelves full of books and potion supplies.

“Girls’ dormitories are to the left,” the prefect says. “Boys’ dormitories are to the right. The steps to the Girls’ dorms will turn into a slide if a boy tries to go up them.”

Draco knew that he couldn’t help her up the steps then.

“You have to stand up, Rosie,” he whispers. “I can’t take you up the steps…”

Rose heard him, frowning. She gave him a tight hug. Then she pulls away to follow the girls up to their dorms.

She followed Lily Moon and Sally-Anne Perks to an empty room to share.

They all got dressed and climbed into bed. All falling into a deep slumber.

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girl friend (draco malfoy x reader)

summary: dating draco malfoy was always within pansy’s plan to ensure her future. there’s only one problem; she underestimated just how intertwined (y/n) was on draco’s life.

pansy tries to ensure her relationship with draco but he always seems more interested in his best friend.

warnings: none

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i. Prologue: a match made in hell.

Draco Malfoy and (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

Prince and Princess of Slytherin.

A match made by the devil, Weasley would mutter under his breath whenever he caught a glimpse of them walking through the corridors.

(It was rather much a match crafted by their parents, but same difference really.)

Families that belonged to the sacred twenty eight tended to stick together— with fake smiles and the desire to keep their bloodlines pure acting as the glue— so it was only reasonable that (Y/N) and Draco would grow up together. After all, in the words of (Y/N)’s mother, “keep your friends close and your possible suitors closer.”

Crabbe, Goyle and Zabini had been present during Draco’s childhood, but not as much as (Y/L/N) had. And, if he thought about it hard enough, he reckoned she might’ve been the only one he never looked down upon.

He’d learned from his father’s example that everyone was beneath him. He treated everyone as such.

But it was different with (Y/N). Her father was a well known and highly respected wizard amongst the magic community, he occupied a higher position in the Ministry than Draco’s father did. The (Y/L/N)’s were considered one of the oldest and purest families. She was raised to bow to no one, to keep her chin high. That annoyed Draco more than he could express in words, because how was a girl saying that she wasn’t going to play Quidditch like he wanted, how could she possibly demand they rather play Magic Chess and why had she smirked when he threatened to tell his parents.

Spoiled rotten, with a superiority complex and the need of things to be just as they desired, (Y/N) and Draco had despised each other when they first met; they were too much alike. Also, the situation forced them to consider each other equals and neither of them was used to that (they didn’t enjoy it either). Still, they soon realized that it was either getting along or sitting with their parents and listening to their boring conversations and so they’d eventually warmed up to one another (but not without a lot of hair yanking, scratches, breaking of brooms and tears).

(Y/N) had tolerated him (barely) through his insufferable and bratty ‘my-father-will-know-about-this’ phase. Draco had only rolled his eyes when she went through a period in which she would cry her eyes out if she didn’t get what she wanted. And so, they reckoned if that hadn’t brought them apart, they were now in it together for life.

Best friends, although they never used those words to describe each other, perhaps the only real friend the other one had (which was kind of miserable but whatever, when you’re rich and part of the elite you don’t need friends).

Everyone knew that wherever you found (Y/L/N), Malfoy was close by. They’d been joined by the hip ever since the beginning of their first year at Hogwarts. They were an odd couple; Malfoy was outwardly despicable in an arrogant type of way while (Y/L/N) came of as more unfriendly rather than vile. He was expressive and she remained unfazed most of the time. A spiteful force and a silent but calculating threat. A match made in hell, indeed.

Maybe they’d never drifted apart because of their parents, maybe it had something to do with the familiarity they felt around each other. After all there is comfort in what’s already known. If people squinted hard enough, they could even say there was a kind of domesticity in the way they acted— one that tends to appear after years of knowing someone, once you’ve adapted their mannerisms and knew their quirks by heart.

Some days, when he wasn’t in a foul mood, he would wait for her in the morning and they would walk to the Great Hall together. She would link her arm with his without a second thought and, although people weren’t used to seeing them being physical with anyone else, no one in the Slytherin Common Room would utter a single thing. Things were different when it came to their friendship; her eyes would only soften, if ever so slightly, whenever she spoke to him and his smirk only ever seemed to fade around her. Touches and caresses were not unwelcome but never spoken about. Acts of kindness were the same, only ever towards each other. (Like that time he’d taken off his robe and passed it on to her without a single word, knowing that the shivers running through her body were caused by the fever she hadn’t told him about. Or that moment she’d stayed up late to finish his Charm’s assignment because she knew things had been tough at home.)

It was who they were, it was the way their relationship worked. There was an easiness in the way things flowed. The world was a mess and they were both having internal battles but at least their friendship dynamic never changed.

And it would never change, Pansy would come to find out, not even when she started dating Draco.

ii. Chocolate and dates: the time Pansy realized that (Y/N) was always on Draco’s mind.

This hadn’t been what Pansy had had in mind; walking aimlessly around Hogsmeade in the freezing cold wasn’t her idea of an ideal date.

She trailed a few step behind Draco, hands stuffed in her pockets.

Truth be told, she hadn’t expected much talking. Not only because she and Draco didn’t have much in common— other than being pureblood and Slytherin—but also because she’d thought about using their mouths for other purposes. (And by that she’d meant snogging, not spending half an hour in complete silence).

At first, Pansy had talked his ear off, going on and on about gossip she’d heard around the castle, but she soon grew tired as she only received a word or two as a reply. (Draco was neither quiet nor shy, she knew that. He was selective on who he spoke to. Apparently she wasn’t high on that list because in the last two hours he’d uttered a total of five complete sentences.) Now, she just followed him around looking an awful lot like a lost puppy.

Pursing her lips and holding her head high, Pansy swallowed the annoyance. After all, there was more than just a silly crush at stake. Mum would be delighted when she read her letter about this date; a date with the Malfoy heir.

Pansy had always thought of Draco as an undeniably handsome boy; a little rough around the edges with a tint of mystery behind his blue eyes.

Just like Pansy liked her men.

But the real appeal to him was his last name and the power it carried within the magical world, especially the pureblood community. If she managed to trap him, well, she was settled for life.

That sounded more than appealing.

For a while she’d thought it might be impossible to get him to notice her, after all (Y/L/N) was always around. But with some influence from her parents, Pansy had finally been able to snatch him away from (Y/N).

Now, Pansy did not like (Y/L/N) very much. She didn’t like her at all, really. There was something about the way she walked with elegance and poise, as if everyone was beneath her, that just irked Pansy. (Y/N) was selective, fastidious, cold and calculating, a Slytherin down to the core— which Pansy respected, sometimes even feared. What annoyed her the most, if she was being honest, was her proximity to Malfoy. (The girl already has all the power and riches she could ever need, why couldn’t she leave something to the rest?) The girls remained civil towards one another— mainly because (Y/N) wasn’t even remotely interested in Pansy and Pansy was a tiny bit scared to ever cross (Y/N) —but even then, Pansy couldn’t help the displeasure that rose in her chest whenever she was around.

She’d been kind of surprised Draco hadn’t dragged his best friend along on the date.

(Unbeknownst to her, he had tried, but (Y/N) just wouldn’t budge. She’d said something along the lines of “you can’t just bring me along whenever you regret agreeing to going out with someone” and had pinched him in the arm when he’d whined.)

Draco turned around, nose rosy from the icy wind. “Honeydukes?” He nodded with his head towards the store which was only a couple of meters behind.

“Sure,” she said in the sweetest tone she could muster. Pansy wasn’t interested in buying any sort of sweet but face was freezing and she was tired of walking around with no clear destination.

When he turned away from her, she rolled her eyes.

The smell hit her just as Draco opened the door, allowing her to go through before following behind. The scent, a blend of warm honey and a hint of orange blossom, was enough to make her irritation slightly dissipate. For the first time in a while she took her hands out of her pockets and rubbed them together.

“Didn’t think of you as the chocolate type of guy,” she told Draco, watching as he grabbed some Chocoballs from the top shelf.

He smirked slightly, “I’m not.”

At her furrowed brows and confused face, he elaborated, “They’re for (Y/N), she loves them.”

Pansy’s smile suddenly became more forced, “Does she now?”

“Yes.” He made his way towards the cashier, sending a glare at a boy that stood in his way. “Personally, I don’t get the strawberry, cream and chocolate combination but she says it’s the most delicious thing ever, so.” He proceeded to shrug, handing a few knuts in exchange of the sweets.

Seeing that Pansy wasn’t looking around for candy, and that she didn’t appear to be buying anything, Draco made his way out of the store.

Pansy followed reluctantly. This’d been the longest Draco had spoken to her all night and the conversation had been about (Y/N).

Displeasing, to say the least.

Still, the curiosity got the best of her and she asked, “Did she ask you to get her those, then?”

Draco looked down at the bag, shaking his head, “No.” Before he could think the words through, he added, “She likes them so I always get them for her.”

His lips tensed immediately, a subconscious reaction to sharing too much.

Pansy clenched her hand by her side, breathing hard through her nose.

Even when (Y/N) wasn’t there, she was there. In his mind. Always.

Wasn’t that just an inconvenience.

Had it been any other guy, Pansy would’ve had him wrapped around her finger in a second. Some soft touches and a good shagging was all she needed, she’d done it before. But Draco was different. He seemed allergic to physical touch and wouldn’t even speak to her (other than to talk about (Y/L/N), that is). Maybe this would be harder than she’d foreseen.

Still, when they’d gotten back to Hogwarts, Pansy had kissed his cheek (blissfully ignoring the way Draco had recoiled away from her touch) and had informed him that she would see him tomorrow morning to walk together for breakfast.

This relationship was going to happen. Even if she had to force herself into his life, even if she had to push (Y/N) out of her way.

iii. Stolen sweatshirts and gentle touches: Pansy can’t get Draco to hold her hand, but he has no problem holding (Y/N) in his arms.

Pansy Parkinson had been going around announcing her relationship with Draco Malfoy to anyone who would listen.

It was quite pathetic, (Y/N) thought, because frankly, nobody cared. Well, except for Draco’s fan club, but they were pathetic as well so they didn’t really count.

(Y/N) had heard the whispers during Potions class and had simply turned around to raise her eyebrows at Draco, who just so happened to be her partner.

“She told her parents, who told my parents. So, now we’re dating.”

Blank face, monotone voice. He was annoyed and she could tell.

So, to piss him off even further she’d snickered and teased, “Look at you, all grown up and with a girlfriend.” Reaching forward, she’d pinched his cheek and he’d slapped her hand away.

“Bug off.”

It wasn’t until late at night, as they were getting ready for bed, that (Y/N) heard the news directly from Pansy.

Millicent was whining about having to find out through some Ravenclaw during Transfiguration.

“You should’ve told us first,” Millicent said, throwing her wand in her bed and making her way towards the bathroom, “I felt ridiculous not knowing.”

Daphne backed her up. She slid out of the bathroom as Millie went in, blonde hair dripping water.

“I expect exclusive details about the relationship.”

Millie shouted in agreement.

Pansy just laughed, picking the nail polish of her index finger. “Oh, you’ll get them.”

Both girls squealed.

(Y/N), from her place beneath the covers of her bed, just rolled her eyes. She’d been listening to the conversation without taking her eyes away from the wizarding celebrity magazine she’d been reading out of boredom.

“You haven’t said much (Y/L/N),” Millicent commented, poking her head out of the bathroom door to catch a glimpse of her reaction. It wasn’t odd for her to stir things around to create drama.

Flipping the page, (Y/N) turned to look at her and without much interest replied, “There’s nothing to be said.”

And with that she went back to reading.

There wasn’t the need for her to look up to know that they were all sharing looks with one another.

“Come on, (Y/N)!” Daphne exclaimed after a couple of seconds, “He’s your best friend, you must think something about this relationship.”

(Y/N) didn’t even correct her in the whole ‘best friend’ thing.

“Not really,” she repeated. But then Pansy smiled smugly and (Y/N) knew that she had to make a small jab at her. Looking up once more, she spoke in a cold, soft manner. “It’s not really a real relationship, is it?” (Y/N) directed the question at Pansy, a smirk forming on her face at the way the other girl’s face crumbled.

Pansy pressed her lips, but she couldn’t really say anything because (Y/N) was right. Even with their parents pressure and approval there was still some resistance on Draco’s side.

“What does that mean?” Millicent asked, eyes dancing between the two girls who were still staring at each other, one complacent and the other fuming.

“She’s just jealous,” Pansy spat out, tone curt.

There was a sharp intake of breath from Daphne. Millicent just smirked and kept looking between them. She guessed Pansy was just seconds away from throwing herself at (Y/N) and she didn’t want to miss a thing.

A snicker fell from (Y/N)’s lips.

(Poor Pansy Parkinson, she just didn’t get it, did she? There was no reason for (Y/N) to be jealous at all. For one, she was truly incapable of jealousy, she had everything anyone could ever wish for. And, on the other hand, she knew for a fact that she would always come first to Draco Malfoy.)

The sound of the scornful laugh vexed Pansy. That was what annoyed her the most about (Y/L/N), she had a way of transmitting her thoughts without the need of a single word. The mocking laugh said it all; don’t be absurd, why would I ever be jealous of someone of the likes of you?

Pansy broke away from the stare, clenching her hands by her side and taking a deep breath. She didn’t want to get detention for punching (Y/N) in the face. Besides, she had the suspicion she would be hexed before she could even take one threatening step towards her.

(Y/N) snickered once more, shaking her head as she laughed.

“Have a good night.”

She placed the magazine inside the wooden drawer next to her bed and closed the curtains of her bed.

(Y/N) slept soundlessly knowing full well that Pansy was probably fuming with anger.

And fuming she was.

Pansy spent the night tossing and turning and planning what she’d do to get Draco as separated from (Y/N) as she could.

The next morning, she intercepted them as they were walking towards the Great Hall and took Draco by the elbow, dragging him away.

She did this repeatedly. Pulling him away from her whenever she saw them together.

As they walked away, Pansy would always send her a sickening sweet smile. Draco, on the other hand, would turn around and beg her to save him, using mimic and facial gestures to get the point across. (Y/N) understood, but she also enjoyed his evident discomfort so she just sent them a beaming smile and a cheery wave back.

This went on for weeks. Pansy would take Draco away to be her partner, she would grab him by the elbow and pull him to her friends during breakfast and dinner. She would even go as far as sitting between them at the Common Room.

(Y/N) didn’t care. Sure, she preferred Draco’s company to others but she didn’t need him to survive. It might’ve come to everyone’s surprise but she did have other friends (most were acquaintances, a few were truly friends). Blaise Zabini was the one she got along the best, so she hung around with him whenever she felt like she wanted company.

Had it been anyone else (or any other situation that didn’t involve his parents) Draco would’ve told Pansy to piss off before she got this crazy, but he’d received a letter from her mother telling him that his father was reviewing the benefits of this alliance between their families, so he was stuck playing nice.

But Draco had his boundaries. Sure, he would sit by her in the Great Hall and listen to her rambling, but he would absolutely not let her hold his hand or get her lips close to any part of his body.

Sometimes, she would place his arm around her waist and he would frown, giving her an awkward tap before removing himself from the situation.

He disliked the contact and he was not going to endure it if he didn’t pleased.

Pansy, of course, had noticed the lack of physical touch. She tried to start with small things such as holding his elbow or intertwining their hands, but he would always recoil.

It was an annoyance, but she was sure he would give in. Eventually.

What drove Pansy over the line was the moment she realized that he only had problem touching her.

Pansy had never particularly given much attention to (Y/N) and Draco’s friendship before he became her boyfriend, hence the reason she’d never seen them being physically affectionate with one another. That’s why, the moment she caught a glimpse of their closeness, it came as an angering surprise.

It was early on a Winter day, probably the coldest day so far. The gelid winds traveled around the school, freezing everyone’s hands and noses. Students stayed close together, trying to keep each other warm.

(Y/N) arrived late to the Great Hall.

Pansy noticed because lately she’d been keeping an eye out for her.

She’d expected (Y/N) to skip breakfast, because she tended to do that whenever she was tired, so she hadn’t dragged Draco to sit by her side thinking she wouldn’t be around

Well, to her distaste, Draco nodded her over the second she walked in the Great Hall and she went to take the place next to him.

(Y/N) was wearing a green sweater underneath her robes, the Slytherin emblem stood proudly in silver color.

Anyone else would’ve looked humorous, but she somehow managed to pull the look off. That annoyed Pansy even more.

Discreetly looking at them through the corner of her eye, she tuned in to the conversation.

“Is that mine?” Draco asked, tugging at the green sweatshirt.

“It is, indeed,” she plopped next to him, reaching for some food from his plate. “Hope you don’t mind,” she said in a tone that made it clear she didn’t care if he minded or not.

Pansy felt the anger bubbling through her chest. In Salazar’s name, couldn’t (Y/N) just disappear? That would make everything much easier for her.

“Hey, what’s mine is your, right?” he smirked and raised his eyebrows.

She squinted at him, rubbing her nose.

“You took my broom, didn’t you.”

His smirk widened, “Sure did.”

She stared at him with a blank look and after a couple of seconds said, “Whatever, just don’t break it.”

They kept conversing for a few more minutes about uninteresting stuff. Pansy split her attention between listening to the gossip Millicent was feeding her and staying somewhat aware of them.

It wasn’t until she saw Draco’s face shift into slight concern that Pansy gave her whole attention back to the pair.

“...allergies?” Was the only thing she could manage to catch from the conversation.

(Y/N)’s eyes were watery and the redness of her nose didn’t seem to be from the cold. She rubbed her nose, thumbs then going to press on her temples as she nodded.

She said something under her breath to which Draco responded by placing her arm around her and pulling her towards him.

Pansy felt as though she would explode. She was glowering at them.

She couldn’t even get him to hold her fucking hand.

(Y/N) rested her face in the crook of his neck, closing her eyes for a split second. Draco kept on rubbing her covered arm, using the free hand to eat his food.

Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle were completely unfazed by their action and just kept the conversation going. Pansy realized, with quite a lot of horror, that the only reason they wouldn’t be surprised was if this was usual for them.

The grip on her fork had tightened so much that her hand was slowly becoming white.

She breathed easier when (Y/N) pulled away, after what seemed like an eternity, but Pansy was still raging inside.

(Maybe, she would’ve been even more livid if she’d known that below the table (Y/N) kept her hand around Draco’s wrist. The allergies made her dizzy and anchoring herself to something, or someone, usually helped.)

She’d underestimated (Y/N)’s influence on Draco Malfoy. It was time to bring the big guns.

Later that night, Pansy Parkinson drafter a letter for Narcissa Malfoy.

iv. Late night talks: Draco needs someone to talk to and, as usual, his go-to person is (Y/N)

Draco was displeased, (Y/N) could tell just by the way he had tramped into the Common Room. She didn’t even have to look up from her book, she was able to identify him by the sound of his footsteps.

Sighing in annoyance, she braced herself. Draco tended to get on her nerves whenever he got upset.

He made his way towards her with a firm pace. With her legs folded under her and his sweatshirt on, (Y/N) looks smaller than she actually is. Cute, he mused to himself before proceeding to get the thought out of his brain. He’d spent the whole day with Pansy and he was on the verge of a migraine.

Snapping his fingers Draco captured the attention of the second year who was sitting on the couch next to (Y/N), nose also hidden behind a book.

(Y/N) didn’t even bat an eyelash at the sound.

The little boy looked up, face contorting in terror as he realized who was standing before him. He looked like he’d been caught doing something wrong and couldn’t quite decipher what to do next.

Wide eyed and frozen in place, the younger boy waited for Draco to speak.

“Run along.”

And the boy’s gone in a second, dropping his book to the ground in the hurry and clumsily picking it up before disappearing.

With the departure of the young boy, they were the only ones left in the Common Room. It was Hogsmeade visitation day, hence the lack of students.

“That was quite mean,” she informed him nonchalantly, flipping to the next page.

He smirked at the comment, plopping down next to her.

Knowing that she wouldn’t be paying him much attention unless he bothered her, Draco shifted to place his head on her lap.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Please, do make yourself at home.” But, despite her words, (Y/N) adjusted her book so that he could lay down comfortably.

She continued reading and Draco, to her surprise, stayed silent with his eyes trained on her face.

(Y/N) didn’t mind his stare. She was used to it. What did bother her, however, was the way he started pulling on her arm, causing the book in her hands to shake.

Pressing her lips together at the childish action, she finally turned to look down at him, “What do you want?”

His smirk widened at the success.

And, finally having her attention on him, he simply stated, “She’s mental.”

(Y/N) didn’t need him to elaborate know exactly who he was talking about; his girlfriend (if one could even call her that).

Rolling her eyes and giving her attention to her book once more, she asked, “What was it this time?”

He’d been whining about Pansy since they had started ‘dating’ and, in all honesty, (Y/N) couldn’t blame him. She was quite the handful. (“It’s always, Draco this, Draco that,” he would whine, making his voice high pitched. Then, he would proceed to inform her about whichever stupid thing Pansy had come up with that day. “She wants me to buy her a two-way mirror so that she can, and I quote, “always keep an eye on me”.”) And, although (Y/N) agreed that she was sort of obsessively insane, she was tired of hearing him moan about her.

“She wrote a fucking letter to my mother, (Y/N).”

Her eyes stopped reading mid sentence, face twisting in disgust and hands lowering the book. Looking down to meet his eyes, she said in disbelief, “She did not.”

That was a new level of unhinged.

Draco’s face told her that it wasn’t a joke. Pansy had truly gone there.

What a child, (Y/N) thought to herself before letting out an incredulous scoff and asking, “What did she write?”

He rolled his eyes, “Something about me making the relationship difficult and hurting her feelings by not being “physically intimate” with her.” By the way he phrased it (Y/N) can tell that Pansy was probably more explicit than that. “Mum owled me immediately afterwards,” he informed her and (Y/N) could read him well enough to know that the letter hadn’t been pleasant.

She didn’t push for details because she knew he wouldn’t provide them. Instead, she started to thread her fingers through his blonde hair in an attempt to settle his anger.

“I don’t understand why you won’t call this whole thing off,” she said after a couple of seconds of silence. “Inform your parents that the relationship isn’t going to work out and be done with it.”

Crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes, Draco sighed. The threat of a headache was still there but the soothing motion of her hand running through his hair had managed to make his shoulders relax and his breath slow down.

“It’s not that simple.”

And it wasn’t, because this situation involved more than just his feelings and desires. In pureblood families like Malfoy’s one didn’t marry out of love, one married out of convenience. His parents were still assessing how beneficial this relationship could turn out to be. He didn’t have much influence on the matter. If his parents decided that she was the one, well, he was screwed for life.

Frustrated, he changed the focus of the conversation to (Y/N), who’d gone back to reading. She held her book with one hand while the other one still played with Draco’s hair.

“I’m surprised your father hasn’t informed you of any suitors yet,” he said.

“Oh, my mother has,” she told him unconcerned.

That certainly caught his attention because Draco’s eyes snapped open in a second. They usually never touched this subject.

Her face remained impassive as she commented, “But my father dislikes all of them.”

That wasn’t surprising, Draco thought to himself. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was practically considered pureblood royalty and Mr. (Y/L/N) was known for wanting nothing but the best for his child.

“Who’d you reckon you might end up with?” he asked out of curiosity. “Nott? Zabini?”

Once upon a time, Draco would’ve been within those possible suitors. But, somehow, he’d ended up tangled in this messy relationship with Parkinson. He didn’t know why his parents had agreed knowing that (Y/N) remained without a suitor. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that her father was taking too long to decide. They were in sixth year already. By his parents ideals, he should be engaged by the beginning of seventh year at latest.

A tightness appeared in his chest as he imagined (Y/N) dating someone. He attributed the discomfort to the displease caused by his mother’s letter, which was still fresh in his mind. (Because there was no way he was willing to admit, even to himself, that there was a part of him that was just a tiny bit possessive over her and that the idea of not being her priority bothered him.)

(Y/N) just shrugged, “Nott is already in a relationship with a Ravenclaw girl.”

“Zabini, then?”

“Blaise?” she chuckled. “Yeah, that’s never going to happen.”

She sounded so sure, as if she knew something he didn’t. Draco frowned in confusion.

“Why not?”

“It just won’t,” she assured him firmly, not providing any more information. (After all, it wasn’t her place to tell him that Blaise wouldn’t be interested in dating her, or any other female for the matter. It also wasn’t her place to tell him that he had a boyfriend and was already making plans to run away after graduation).

The tightness in Draco’s chest lessened slightly. There wasn’t anyone confirmed to be her partner just yet. He breathed easier.

They stayed silent for a couple of minutes. Draco found himself being lulled to sleep by the ticking of the clock and (Y/N)’s humming.

She only ever hummed when deep in though.

Gently pinching at the skin of her wrist, as he always did when wishing to get her attention, he asked, “What are you thinking about?”

(Y/N) pushed her tongue against the side of her cheek, sighing deeply. Then, she debated with herself for a second before deciding against telling him. Because, how could she ever tell him that he’d been the first person on his father’s mind when it came to possible suitors for her? How could she tell him that, out of everyone, she would rather it be him the one she spent the rest of her life with? (She already loved him, anyways. She reckoned falling in love with him would come with time as well.)

“Just thinking that Pansy will have a fit if she sees you laying like this,” she told him instead, which wasn’t a lie (not that she cared in the slightest about Pansy’s feelings).

He shrugged, melting more into her and sighing deeply.

“I don’t care,” he responded softly and with some sort of malice.

Unbothered by his steady breaths, (Y/N) went back to giving her full attention to her book, pushing the thoughts of relationships and suitors to the back of her mind.

(Y/N) didn’t make any indication that she noticed Pansy Parkinson walk in, and if she saw the way the older girl glared and clenched her jaw, well, (Y/N) made a damn good job at hiding her amusement.

v. Slughorn’s party: Pansy wouldn’t say she’s a quitter, but she has reached her breaking point.

They walked in together, because of course they did.

Pansy gritted her teeth together, tightening the grip on her cup.

Draco had told her that he’d be late, that he would meet her at the party. She’d accepted without much thought, mostly because she didn’t know (Y/N) had been invited as well.

“I don’t think glowering will help your situation,” Zabini commented coolly as he walked past her. He smirked when she turned to face him, obviously bothered by his words.

“Situation?” she asked, hand going to her waist and foot tapping the floor. “There is no situation.”

“If you say so.” He hid his amusement with the rim of the cup.

Pansy looked away from him, willing him to piss off. But, of course, Zabini remained by her side. He was also eying Malfoy and (Y/L/N) but, unlike Pansy, he did it with delight, noticing the way Parkinson got more upset by the second.

Growing tired, and hating the feeling of not knowing, she turned to face him. “Okay, what’s the situation?”

Blaise didn’t even look at her face as she spoke, “Well, there are rumors that Mr. (Y/L/N) has been talking to Mr. Malfoy about a possible alliance between their houses.” Ignoring the way Pansy choked with her drink, he continued, “My sister tells me Draco’s dad seems very interested and, well, you know Mr. (Y/L/N) can be,” he hesitated on the word, “persistent when it comes to (Y/N).”

“Our parents already have an agreement.”

He chuckled, “But do you have a ring?” Watching the way she pressed her lips in contempt, he snickered, “Come on, Parkinson, you know words mean nothing.”

With an evil glint in his eye, Zabini moved away from her.

He couldn’t help but grin evilly at the way Pansy’s eye ticked with rage.

Turning her attention back to her boyfriend, she could feel the redness rising to her face at what she saw.

Draco pressed his hand against (Y/N)’s lower back, in a way that was almost subconscious. Gently, he guided her around the room. Pansy had to control the way her jaw clenched when he leaned forward, whispering words into the back of her neck. (Y/N) turned her head a little to listen, snickering at whatever he said.

Best friends my fucking ass, she thought to herself.

Pansy had enough.

If Zabini’s words were true, and Pansy saw no reason for him to lie, then it wouldn’t be long before Draco came strolling to break up with her. She couldn’t have that, she had a reputation to maintain.

She would break up with him.

(Y/N) watched Pansy over Draco’s shoulder as she stomped her way towards them.

Parkinson’s face was pulled into a sneer and she looked both determined and fuming. Pansy didn’t really scare her, but she moved her hand to take a hold of her wand, just in case it was needed.

“Upset girlfriend incoming,” (Y/N) muttered to Draco watching as he rolled his eyes in irritation.

“We need to talk.”

At the sound of her voice, Draco’s shoulders tensed.

But something was different this time. Pansy made no attempt to smile sweetly or bat her eyelashes at Draco. Instead, she glared.

And she grabbed him by the elbow and tugged him out of the room, using some strength (Y/N) never thought Pansy had in her.

From the other side of the room, Blaise lifted his cup at (Y/N), sending her a sly wink.

She raised her cup as well, not hiding her self-satisfying smirk.

Her plan had worked and she wasn’t surprised. She was a Slytherin after all; scheming was in her blood.

(Y/N) watched in amusement as they exited.

Draco pulled away from Pansy’s touch once they’d stopped walking. He smoothed out the sleeve of his suit, ignoring the way she observed him with pointed eyes.

The hallway was deserted, silent and only illuminated by the fire of the candles that floated above their heads.

“What is it this time, Parkinson?” Draco was done with pleasantries.

The girl looked at him, a mixture of anger and frustration in her face. Crossing her arms over her chest, she spat out, “This isn’t going to work out.”

For a moment, he thought he’d heard wrong. Draco was never expected to hear those words falling from her lips.

Dumbly, in a very uncharacteristic way, he asked her to repeat herself.

“We are done, Malfoy,” she said in the same angered tone. “You and I,” she pointed between the two of them, “It doesn’t work for me.”

Merlin’s beard, Draco thought. Fucking finally.

“Oh,” he said, trying to suppress a smirk from rising. It might’ve sounded like he was disappointed, but he was mere seconds away from laughing in disbelief. He was free.

He cleared his throat, “Okay.” With those words he turned around, throwing over his shoulder a “Have a nice night, then.”

Draco halted when she shrieked out.

“Are you serious?”

It was too good to be true, wasn’t it?

Sighing in annoyance, he turned around to face her. “What now?”

“Is that all?”

“Yes, Parkinson. That will be all.”

Pansy clenched her jaw, “You’re an asshole, Malfoy.”

He snickered at the words, smirking at her and shrugging.

So what if he was?

Watching him walk away, Pansy sighed in disappointment. She wasn’t sad or heartbroken, she was simply annoyed. All of her efforts had been in vain. Well, it didn’t matter. She was certain she would be able to find some other guy with status, money and power (maybe not to Malfoy’s extent, but whatever).

Unable to contain the curiosity, she yelled out after him, “It’s because of (Y/L/N) isn’t it?”

The mere sound of her last name made him freeze and turn around for a last time.

“What?”

“That’s the reason you couldn’t date me,” she stated as she walked closer to him. “It’s her, isn’t it?”

He scrunched his eyebrows, “Uh, I did date you.”

She noticed how he’d diverted the question.

Rolling her eyes, she replied with a snarky tone, “Because your parents basically forced you to.”

“Same difference.”

But was it?

“I never stood a chance against her, did I?” Pansy asked once more. She had to know if it’d been him being in love with someone else the reason he never fell for her or if she was losing her touch. (She hoped it was the former, there was only so much she could take.)

Draco sighed, “No.”

“Well that’s just annoying,” Pansy replied bluntly as she backed away from him. She couldn’t wait to get out of the stupidly high heels she was wearing.

“What is?” Draco found himself asking, hands going into the pockets of his pants.

“She always get everything she wants, doesn’t she?”

That made no sense, Draco thought to himself as he watched Parkinson’s retreating form.

(Y/N) didn’t want him.

Did she?

He stayed in the silent hall for a couple of more minutes, deep in thought.

vi. Epilogue: a hellish couple.

Rumors started going around about (Y/L/N) and Malfoy being engaged. According to the whispers they were to be married after finishing their last year at Hogwarts.

Every pureblood student had heard the news directly from their parents and, eventually, the information spread out to the rest of the school.

There were eyes on them wherever they went, but the both of them remained unbothered. They gave no verbal confirmation of the rumors and the way they acted gave nothing away. But there was a silver ring in (Y/N)’s finger, one that hadn’t been there before. (Upon further inspection a fifth year Slytherin was able to confirm that the ring had the Malfoy emblem engraved on it).

People spied on them, waiting for some sort of visual confirmation.

Eventually, they got it.

A third year happened to stumble into them at Hogsmeade. She caught the moment Draco smiled softly and moved his head down to press his lips on hers. She saw the way (Y/N)’s hand gently cupped his cheek. She ran back to tell her friends.

Easy to say, his fan club was heavily disappointed.

“I can’t believe they are together,” Ginny told Hermione during breakfast as both girls watched them from afar.

Draco had a hand around (Y/N)’s shoulders and she was laughing at something Blaise had said.

It was curious, Hermione couldn’t recall ever seeing (Y/L/N) laugh before.

She also caught a glimpse of Pansy Parkinson who was too busy exploring Montague’s mouth to even spare the couple a glance.

“Had you ever thought Draco would find himself a girlfriend?” The redheaded girl asked after a couple of more seconds of staring.

“Not really,” Hermione replied. But if it had to be anyone, (Y/N) was the most obvious choice.

“They’re cute, aren’t they?” Parvati piped in.

Hermione scrunched up her nose. She couldn’t associate the word cute with Malfoy. But, she did understand where Patil was coming from. They were different around each other. Malfoy had barely spared the Golden Trio a glance so far and, from what she’d heard, he was too busy to torment first years.

“A hellish couple is what they are,” Weasley, who had caught the last words of the conversation, muttered to himself.

Perhaps they were.

But, as Hermione saw the way (Y/N) leaned into her fiancée and how his glance softened when he looked down at her before pressing a kiss to her temple, she reckoned that maybe they weren’t hellish when they were together. Maybe, they weren’t terrible at all.

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pinkandblueblurbs · 2 years

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Scent

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader. Heavy a/b/o, a/b/o AU, scenting, making out, sexual themes, no explicit sex, possessiveness, light alpha tone, jealousy. This is probably not a SUPER healthy, perfect relationship lmao. draco gets jealous and protective, so be warned. dont come crying to me when u find his behavior toxic, for the love of god.

a/n: I’m kinda vague about the workings of all this but basically until they permanently claim them alphas “claim” the omegas they’re in a relationship with by scenting them, which biologically deters other alphas from making moves on them. So reader and draco aren’t bonded, but they’re dating.

a/n 2: this kinda came out weird and idk how much i like it but! oh well! also the ending is hella abrupt ajshs i just wanted to write possessive and jealous alpha draco but no real plot or resolution oops. aaaand it’s hella cheesy. im a basic bitch what can i say

Your pace is quick as you make your way through the halls towards the Slytherin common room, cheeks still flushed from your interaction in the library and instincts screaming at you to go find your alpha.

I thought I’d smelled enough like him, you find yourself thinking, remembering Draco’s lips and tongue on your neck, sucking and licking your scent gland just the night prior. How could Roger Davies so unabashedly flirt with me again?

The alpha had been doing it for the past week- sitting beside you as you studied, talking a bit too familiarly and being a bit too touchy. He clearly paid no regard to your widely known and clearly exclusive relationship. His instincts, however, he shouldn’t be able to ignore. The claiming scent of an alpha on you should be enough to deter him. That’s why you’d taken care to guide Draco’s mouth to your gland during your nightly shag, ensuring you’d reek of him the next day and figuring no other alpha would dare come near you. But it hadn’t worked. Davies flirted with you just as shamelessly as before, despite your efforts.

Draco scenting me every night must not be enough, you supposed. By the time I get to the library after classes it must wear off. You worried your lower lip as you walked, considering this, and came to a rather simple conclusion. I’ll just have to have him do it more.

When you step into the Slytherin common room your eyes immediately seek out, and quickly find- thanks to the complete vacancy of the area- the blond in question. He’s sitting on the couch, hand cradling his jaw and elbow leaning on the armrest as he stares down at the book he’s been reading for the past week. You rush over to him, and as soon as Draco picks up on your smell he’s looking up with a gentle smile that’s reserved just for you.

“Hey there, love. You’re done studying early, I expected that astronomy test to have you in the library for hou-” he trails off when after sliding right into his lap you start kissing his broad neck. Your mouth moves against his skin eagerly, head swimming with his familiar and comforting scent- the scent of your alpha- and you tangle your fingers tightly in his jumper. You feel him melt into it at first, a low rumble emanating from his chest as pleasure blooms beneath your skilled lips, but then he’s taking in a sharp breath and bringing a hand up to your jaw to coax you away.

“Damn, Y/n, miss me much?” He taunts, smirking, but as he takes in your needy eyes and desperate expression his grin falters. You try to calm your features; he can always tell when something’s off with you, and you’re hoping to avoid worrying him.

“Is everything okay?”

You must have done a poor job of masking your emotions. “I’m fine- I just- I need you.” You make your voice a whimper, sticking out your lower lip and exaggerating your pleading gaze. If I can’t hide my desperation, maybe I can at least play it off as omega neediness. Draco studies you for a moment, but eventually his smirk returns in full swing.

“Yeah? You’re a needy little omega, hm?” Bingo. “Come here, princess.” He’s leading your face back towards him, and you crane your neck, silently begging him to run his tongue along your gland. “I’ll take care of you.”

He follows your cue and brings his mouth down, latching right onto your gland and suckling firmly. You let out a shaky moan at the feeling, his lips and tongue like heaven against the sensitive skin. Your hands travel along the expanse of his shoulders and chest, desperate for contact, feeling his toned muscles under his shirt. He grazes his teeth over the tender spot and your nails dig into him as the action has you seeing stars.

“What a good omega,” he murmurs lowly against your skin, tongue darting out to lap incessantly at you, covering you in his scent just as you’d wanted. “My good girl.”

As always, things start with scenting and snogging then quickly escalate into Draco hoisting you up and stumbling up the stairs to his dorm for a shag, lips never disconnecting from yours all the while.

The rest of the evening passes as normal- you go down to the great hall for dinner and then part ways to sleep in your respective dorms. Draco’s scent is a heady, prominent presence all around you, so strong and recognizable that it can be picked up on from feet away. It’s hardly faded at all by the time breakfast rolls around and you sit yourself at the Slytherin table beside him, but you can feel a pair of eyes from the Ravenclaw table trained on you regardless. You’re hit with a wave of unease at the presence of Davies’ insistent gaze, surprised that Draco’s scent isn’t potent enough to be off-putting. I guess it wears off through the night, you rationalize.

“Draco,” you murmur, looking up at the alpha desperately and tugging at the material of his sleeve. You pout when he puts up his finger in a silent “one minute”, not even glancing at you as he listens to whatever Blaise is talking about from across the table. “Alpha,” your voice is a whine now as you pull at his shirt again, and at the neediness of your tone and the use of the title Draco’s eyes are quickly on you.

“What is it, princess?” He asks, brow raised in question. You swallow, fixing him with your best pleading look.

“Need your help,” you lower your voice, “privately.” Despite your attempt at a whisper you hear quiet snickers from Blaise and Theo, and Draco’s lips quirk up in a smirk.

“You can wait, baby, I’m not done eating yet.” He dismisses you with a shake of his head, scooping another bite of eggs into his mouth. You huff, rolling your eyes.

“‘S not just that, Draco. I need you to scent me.” You explain, glancing at the two boys across the table as they blatantly eavesdrop on your hushed words and seeing their brows furrow in confusion. When you look back at Draco, you see he’s wearing a matching expression.

“Scent you? Y/n, I scented you just last night, you’re fine.”

“You reek of him, actually.” Theo supplies, making Blaise exhale a huffed laugh. You shoot the alphas a quick scowl before looking back at Draco.

“Please, Dray.” You give him your best puppy dog eyes. You know it does the trick when a flicker of sympathy passes through his irises.

“Fine. Come on, we’ve gotta get it done before class.” Draco concedes, standing up. You quickly follow his lead, a grin forming on your lips as you step away from the table.

“You’ve turned soft, mate!” Blaise calls after you as Draco takes your hand and leads you off. Draco just throws up a middle finger, not bothering to look back at him.

“So what prompted this, hm?” He asks as you make your way to the Slytherin common room, sure to be empty with everyone eating in the great hall. You can hear the hints of a smirk in his tone. “Just feeling needy for your alpha?” With his hand in yours he’s able to sweep his long pinky over the gland on your wrist, making your stomach flip.

“Mhm…” You murmur, somewhat absentmindedly. You’re internally going over your schedule, thinking about the next class you have with Davies and whether Draco’s scent will last you until then. You realize you forgot to sell it when you meet the alpha’s gaze and his brows are furrowed in confusion. You blink at him once before adding, in a whine, “need you, alpha.”

Draco only scoffs.

“Nice try, princess.” All confusion has left his features as they harden into a look of suspicion. You both step into the common room, and he stops, turning to face you fully. “Really, what’s this about?”

“Told you, Draco. I need you.” You cringe a bit at your meek tone- you don’t sound convincing even to yourself, so it’s no surprise when the alpha meets you with a raised brow.

“Is something wrong? Why would you need me to-“ his face darkens, and your breath hitches at the way his voice drops to a dangerous growl. “Is someone bothering you?”

You drop your gaze. “N-no- well not really bothering-”

“Don’t lie to me.” He grasps your chin and tilts your face up so you meet his icy blue eyes. At the use of his alpha tone, words immediately pour from your mouth.

“Roger Davies has been coming up to me in the library so we can study together, and at first he was fine, but then he started saying these little things and touching my hand or knee, and I don’t understand how because I should smell like you, but I don’t think it’s been strong enough.” You take a breath once you finish, your eyes flitting between Draco’s fiery ones.

“That fucking bastard.” His voice is a seething growl that makes you shiver, both from nerves and arousal. His nostrils are flaring, his expression is nothing short of irate, and his right hand flexes in and out of a fist at his side.

You’re taken by surprise when he grabs you around your waist and pulls you into his body, a small yelp escaping you. He leans down and in seconds his mouth is on you- sucking at your neck, licking over your scent gland, nipping at the skin. You let out a trembling moan, your eyes falling shut at the erotic sensation. Draco’s grip on your hips is bruising, as if he’s scared that if it’s not his hands on you it’ll be someone else’s.

“You’re mine.” He rumbles against your skin, his tone reverberating through you. He pulls away, and your whine of loss dies in your throat when he picks up each of your wrists. He licks over the gland of one, maintaining piercing eye contact that has your heart pounding in your chest. “Mine.” He moves to the other, sucking on the sensitive flesh, making your knees threaten to buckle. “Mine.”

“Yours, Draco.” You gasp out, head swimming, cloudy with neediness. You whine pathetically when he drops your wrists, and he grasps the back of your head to pull you so he can smear a quick kiss to your hairline.

“You go to class, love.” He’s gentler now, though that dark undercurrent is still present in his voice.

“Wh-where are you going?” You know the answer by his stiff posture and determined steps towards the door, but you still utter the shaky question.

“I think Davies needs a reminder who you belong to.”

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malfoysstilinski · 3 years

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three’s a crowd | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

SUMMARY: draco and y/n fuck in the common room and when blaise interrupts, draco can’t find it in himself to stop.

REQUESTED: omg could i please request a rough slytherin reader x draco smut where they almost get caught like someone walks in but they make it seem like they’re just spending time together but draco edges her as he continues the conversation hehehehehehe

WARNINGS: smut, public sex, choking, slut shaming, hair pulling, oral receiving (both male and female), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation kink, probably more.

A/N: this is my 2nd time writing this bc tumblr deleted it the first time. hope it’s worth it!

MASTERLIST

An hour ago, the Slytherin Common Room had been bustling with life; members of the green-coloured house roaring the lyrics to their favourite songs and tipping back as many shots of Fire Whiskey as they could without throwing up. It had been a grand day to be a Slytherin, as today was the day that they had beaten the Gryffindors in a Quidditch match, and all thanks to your boyfriend, too.

The two of you had spent most of the night sat on the leather couch, you with your back to the arm and your legs draped across his lap, your head resting on his shoulder and glasses of alcohol in his hand. With a snap of the fingers, Draco had either Crabbe or Goyle topping them up like it was their full-time job. And all night, members of Slytherin had been coming up to congratulate Draco on being able to knock Potter out of the way just in time to catch the Snitch and win the game.

Each time he’d smirk or chuckle, running a lanky hand through his pale hair and messing it up even further. It was already quite disheveled from your hand remaining in it all evening, gently scratching his scalp and absentmindedly combing through his silky blond locks as you used your other hand to raise your glass to your lips every now and then.

Now, however, your glass was empty and everybody had seemed to call it a night, leaving the two of you alone in the Common Room, still buzzing from the alcohol and enjoying the quiet company of one another. You found that with Draco, you could sit in silence for hours and still understand each other completely.

So when his large hand brushed your thigh where you dress was riding up, you knew what he wanted. Draco’s ring was cold against your skin as he ran it up and down your smooth thighs, even dipping underneath your dress a little but never going as far as your panties. You were growing wetter and wetter with every advance he made, but your boyfriend wasn’t watching you, his head was leaning back on the couch as he stared at the ceiling.

His jawline appears so prominent due to his position that you can’t help yourself. Your hand glides from his soft hair and down the back of his neck, nails grazing his pale skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. You trail your Slytherin-green nails across his jaw and grab it lightly, twisting him so that he’s forced to look down at you.

When Draco does, his silver pools darkening with lust and curiosity, you lean up a little, wrapping an arm around his neck and tugging him down closer to you from where you lay with your back against the arm of the sofa. Now, Draco’s bent from his sitting position beneath you, his arm sticking out by your head and gripping the arm of the couch to keep himself hovering above you slightly.

He expects you to dive in and capture his lips with yours, but instead, feels your mouth on his neck. It causes him to close his eyes and grip the couch tighter, making a serious effort for his drunken limbs not to collapse from the pleasure and crush you beneath him. He twists to get more comfortable, his knees now either side of your body and his other hand next to your face, pinning you beneath him on the couch.

“Fuck,” Draco mutters when you find the spot that he loves so much.

Your fingers have moved back to your hair to keep him still as you suck and gently bite at his neck, leaving a hickey or two in your wake. Draco pretends that it annoys him when you do it, but you know that he secretly admires them in the mirror when your back is turned, a smug smirk on his face as he walks into the Great Hall for breakfast after.

“Mhm,” you murmur against his neck, blowing your alcohol-ridden breath on his new hickey and making him shiver. “I think you deserve a better after-party for kicking Gryffindor’s arse, don’t you?”

Draco smirks and pulls away from you. “I suppose I do.”

You love when Draco gets cocky. You watch as he pushes up from above you and moves to sit where he was, spreading his legs wide and unzipping and unbuttoning his smart trousers. You slide down onto the floor in front of him onto your knees, smoothing your hands up his thighs until you reach his cock which he’s pulled out of his underwear. It stands proudly, leaking with precum as Draco takes the base and lightly smacks your lips with it.

“My good little slut,” Draco hums, eyes nearly shutting when you take him inside your mouth. “Knows exactly how to please me. Only one that can please me like this.”

You moan around him, the vibrations making a loud sigh leave from his parted lips. He leans back in his position on the leather couch, one hand moving to hold your hair whilst the other bends behind his head. He relaxes, watching you through hooded eyes as you bob your head up and down. Draco lets your hands grip his trouser-clad thighs, humming whenever you do something particularly pleasurable with your talented tongue.

“You take me so well,” Draco mutters, shifting so that his cock slightly hits the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water a little. “I suppose I deserve this, don’t I? Worked so hard on that Quidditch Pitch. Couldn’t think of a better celebration.”

Draco’s self-confidence doesn’t turn you off but turns you on more. It’s not a common thing, but he’s clearly tipsy, muttering under his breath as he recalls how good you looked cheering for him on the stands. How, as he caught the Golden Snitch between his fingers and his teammates instantly moved to swarm him, that he knew you would be screaming his name-- in more than one way.

Your hand moves up and you jerk off whatever you can’t fit inside your mouth with your hand. Draco makes small appreciative groans, his hand tightening its grip in your hair, tugging you down further. You tighten your mouth around him, making him hiss in pleasure. You can tell that he’s close from the way his head is now flung back, eyes clenched shut, but he pulls you off of him before he can finish inside your mouth.

“Fuck,” Draco breathes, grabbing you by the chin and guiding you to your feet.

As soon as you’re both standing in front of each other, you nearly expect him to lean down and press his lips hungrily to yours, but instead he turns you swiftly around and shoves you down onto the couch. You’re slightly breathless as Draco bends down, hovering over your face as his cold hand flings out to wrap around your neck. You squirm beneath him, his cool, silver eyes meeting yours. It nearly makes you shiver.

“I’m going to eat you out now until I’m satisfied,” Draco warns you roughly, listening to you whimper beneath his hand. “And you better keep your mouth down or people will come down here and see you for who you truly are-- a desperate slut.”

You whine now. It’s strange how powerful you had felt having him groaning under your touch, only for that to be ripped away from you in a couple of seconds with just his words and his hand on your neck.

“Do you understand?” He spat, waiting for your nod of confirmation which quickly came. “And you remember the safe word, Y/N?”

“Slytherin,” you murmur back, watching him nod.

Draco’s hand slowly shifts from your neck to slide all the way down your body, groping at your dress-clad breast on the way down. Once he’s on his knees in front of you, the roles now massively reversed but Draco remaining in the position of power, he slides your tight dress up your legs to reveal your house-coloured panties.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Draco mutters, reaching forward and barely pressing down on your panties, which, sure enough, are wet. “Who made you this wet, slut?”

He rubs you through your panties, your head snapping back and your eyes clenching at the sensation. You’re desperate for him to push your underwear aside and actually touch you.

“You, Draco,” you whimper, looking back down at him and finding him already watching you intently, silver eyes ablaze. “You. Ever since you flew out onto the pitch in your uniform.”

Draco smirks at your words. He clearly likes them because it’s enough for him to push your underwear to the side, revealing your pussy to him. He wastes no time diving a finger through your folds, collecting your arousal and rubbing it towards your clit.

“Mm,” he murmurs thoughtfully, “You did make a good cheerleader, princess. Very good indeed. I suppose your encouragement probably led me to win. Which means you deserve to celebrate just as much as I do.”

Before you can speak, Draco leans his head down and attaches his mouth to your pussy. You cry out softly, your hands immediately snapping to his silky blond hair. You tug a little when he laps you up, drinking in all of your juices and groaning into you. The vibrations are sent up your entire body and you nearly cry. Especially when Draco moves closer towards your clit, his tongue finally reaching the nub.

He does kitten licks at it, teasing you and making you pant as you throw your head back, unable to watch him as he works his magic. Draco keeps his hands on your thighs as he laps you up, finally encasing his mouth around your clit and sucking. You gasp, your legs nearly flinging up to your stomach, but Draco’s grip tightens on them.

He guides one of them up onto his shoulder, past his head, and you absentmindedly lift the over one as well. Draco’s hands reach behind you and tug you further down the seat of the couch so that he has an easier access to your soaked pussy. Waves of arousal flood through you each time he licks at your clit.

It feels like barely any time has gone by before you’re hissing his name. “Draco, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper.

“Come on then, slut,” Draco pulls away momentarily to hiss. “Cum on my tongue. I know you want to.”

It’s enough to drive you over the edge as soon as his lips are placed back on top of your clit. Your hips buck and you are forced to cover your mouth with your hand as you do exactly what he told you to and cum. Draco licks you all the way through it, remaining eager, his hands still gripping your thighs.

You expect him to stop when you’ve come down from your high, so you’re surprised when he continues. You jerk underneath him from the overstimulation, whimpering out and grabbing his hair.

“Draco, I c-can’t!” You cry, feeling tears enter your eyes as he laps you up over and over.

“Of course you can,” Draco pulls away and slips a finger inside your soaked entrance, another one sliding in less easily as he pumps them in and out. “Come on, my little slut. I know you can.”

You don’t feel the need to say the safe word, even as the pain dwells on for longer as he curls his fingers inside you, pumping in and out as his other hand reaches for your clit. He rubs his fingers against it hard and fast, faster than you’re used to, drilling his fingers in and out like it's his mission.

The pain quickly becomes pleasure and you don’t even realise you were close to cumming until you’ve fallen over the edge. Your mouth opens yet nothing comes out as you continuously buck your hips closer to Draco, a smirk on his lips as he watches you unfold for the second time in a row. Tears stream down your face as you come down, feeling Draco pull his hands away from you.

“D-Draco,” you whimper, your entire body shaking as he leans up.

One of his knees is pressed on the other side of you, digging into the couch as he hovers between your legs on the couch. His face is inches away from yours as he guides the fingers that have just been inside you to his lips. You already know what you need to do, your lips opening a little as he slips them inside. Draco’s eyes visibly darken as he feels you suck around his fingers, swiping and licking him clean of all of your juices.

“Good slut,” he murmurs, voice slightly deeper than usual and his erection nearly pressing against you. “I told you that you could, didn’t I?”

You nod breathlessly as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. Draco allows you to catch your breath for a few moments before he dives down and connects your lips. You drink up the taste of him-- a mixture of the alcohol he’d been consuming before and now your own arousal. Draco kisses you feverishly, one hand gripping your neck as he grabs you and pulls you to your feet again.

You’re slightly shaky as he guides you to the back of the sofa, bending you over the arm of it and spanking your ass. You cry out as he grabs your cheek, squeezing it roughly before you hear the shuffle of his trousers again. It was obvious he was adjusting his cock from behind you, especially when you feel the tip glide through the folds of your abused pussy again. You whimper, unsure if you can pull out another orgasm, but feeling more than ready to try again.

Draco continued to tease your hole and your clit with his hard cock. “I’ve been dreaming of fucking you in this common room since the moment I hit fucking puberty,” Draco mutters before he slides all of the way inside of you abruptly.

“Draco!” You gasp loudly, feeling full.

His hands come around and he hooks his fingers into your mouth, pulling them by the sides to keep you quiet as he fucks you from behind. You feel like crying as he drives his cock in and out of you, nearly pulling out all of the way before slamming back into the hilt. He pulls his hands away when your loud cries become more muffled, his hands reaching to grab at your waist instead so he can yank you back onto his cock, making each thrust harder.

You muffle your moans against your arm as you listen to the sound of your skin slapping together and Draco’s soft groans as he fucks you hard. His hips smack against you as he glances down to watch his cock thrust in and out, the inches covered in your very own slick arousal.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Draco hisses, grabbing you by the hair and tugging you back so you’re off the sofa now and instead with your back pressed to his chest. “You’re going to suck me clean after this, you understand? You’ve made such a fucking mess.”

You moan and nod eagerly as Draco keeps your hair tight in his grip, mouth nipping at your neck and leaving lovebites as he continues to fuck into you from behind. The hand not bunching your hair up has slid in front of you to palm at your breasts which are covered by your dress. There’s something arousing about the two of you fucking whilst fully-clothed.

Draco eventually grows bored of the position, right as you feel like you may cum again, it seems. He pulls you back over to the couch and drops down onto it, spreading his legs and patting his lap. You know exactly what he wants as you move over, your knees dropping either side of him. He grabs his cock and guides it to your entrance, head flying back when you slide down onto his length.

Inch by inch, he disappears inside you and fills you up. Your hands grab his shoulders as you bob up and down on top of him. He seems dazed as he stares up at the ceiling above whilst you fuck him, clearly in his own world of pleasure, but he quickly snaps out of it when your hands ghost from his shoulders to his chest, feeling him.

Your head is thrown back as you ride his cock, but a hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look back down at him. You whimper at the look in his eyes. Both of you seem to have the same idea as you frantically meet in the middle, lips hungrily moving against one another as Draco grabs your waist and helps to guide you up and down on him faster. You’re going to cum soon-- for the third time.

Suddenly, the door to the Common Room slides open, causing the both of you to freeze. You drop down so that you’re fully sat on Draco’s cock, his lanky hands immediately moving to slide your dress down so that you’re not exposed to whoever has just walked in the door behind his head. You have a view of the figure that drunkenly stumbles in, but Draco has to crane his neck around.

“H-Heyo, guysss,” Blaise slurs, “I miiight have gotten lossst on the way to the dormmms.”

“The dorms are upstairs, Blaise, not outside the Common Room,” Draco rolls his eyes at his friend and lifts you up by the hips slightly before he starts to slowly glide his cock out, and then back in again. You hiss at the sensation, eyes wide as you stare at Blaise whilst gripping Draco’s shoulders.

What the hell is he playing at?

Your fingers dig into him as if to warn him, but Draco doesn’t stop. He buries his face into your neck and carries on, thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy. It shouldn’t, but it turns you on way more to know that Blaise is only a few feet away, and completely unaware too.

He probably thought you were just cuddling since you were in the same position as you had been for the entire party, but maybe if Blaise was a little more sober then he would notice the way your breath was shuddering and how Draco seemed to be shifting beneath you.

“I know…” Blaise stalls as he heads slowly towards the stairs. “You did well today, Malfoy.”

“I know,” Draco huffs, driving into you slightly deeper.

Your eyes clench shut and you hope Blaise doesn’t find it too suspicious when your head drops down onto his shoulder. Hopefully you just look tired to him.

“Did you see Potter’s face when you caught the Snitch?” Blaise snickers, “I’ll never forget.”

Draco, as if he can sense how much it’s turning you on having someone in the room, which he probably can from how much wetter you are now and the way you’re continuously clenching around his cock, continues to thrust into you slowly and smirks.

“Yeah, it was quite hilarious,” he agrees, “Zabini, did you do the homework for Charms class on Monday?”

You want to kill him but you also don’t at the same time.

“Huh?” Blaise replies drunkenly, pausing in his tracks. “Yeah. Think so. For… For Flitwick’s class.”

“Yeah, that’s Charms, idiot,” Draco spits with a roll of the eyes. “You’re absolutely plastered. Go to bed.”

Draco grips you tighter as Blaise starts to mutter about not being an idiot, going onto some whole rant that makes no grammatical or logical sense, but you’re lost now. You’re on the verge of an orgasm and Draco can tell. To get you off quicker, he reaches between the two of you and rubs at your swollen clit. You hide your face in his neck as you cum, eyes clenching shut as you shake on top of him, biting your lip to hold back your whimpers.

You can’t believe you just came on Draco’s dick right in front of his best friend.

“Are you laughinggg at meee, Y/N?” Blaise huffs, “I’m not a idiot.”

“I’m not laughing,” you peer up at him, wincing from the overstimulation as Draco continues to thrust his cock inside, chasing his high which is quickly approaching. You could tell from how uneven his thrusts were growing.

“An,” you correct him with a soft grunt.

“Hmm?”

“‘An idiot’,” You say, “not ‘a idiot.’”

Blaise says something back but you can’t concentrate because suddenly Draco’s goes rigid beneath you. His fingers dig into your skin and his cock does one final powerful thrust before you feel his cum fill you up, his eyes scrunching shut as he released a loud breath.

“Go to bed, Blaise,” Draco demands roughly, voice thicker than usual.

Blaise is already by the staircase and just glares as he stumbles up, tripping over his own feet several times.

“I can’t believe you fucked me through that,” you huff. “Or that you came inside me whilst I was talking to him.”

“You came whilst I was talking to him.”

“And whose fault is that?” You huff.

“Mine,” Draco grins mischievously, reaching up and pressing his lips to yours. “Can’t say I regret it much though.”

You chuckle. “Me either.”

“Now on your knees,” Draco demands, “I do believe you need to clean me off like you said you would.”

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