#dark!draco

[sweetiecutie]

Yandere Draco Malfoy headcanons

Warnings: yandere behavior, toxic relationships, bullying, obsession, sexual implications but nothing is described, mention of anxiety and depression

Draco is a spoiled brat. Since birth, whenever he wanted something - it was delivered to him in a matter of hours - maximum a few days - in a fancy box decorated with huge sparkly bow on top of it. So when you, to his great astonishment, instead of throwing yourself at him tell him to go fuck himself - Draco gets pissed (and extremely anxious)

It’d be just perfect if you were a pureblood - absolutely no restraints for Draco in courting and spending time with you. If you happened to be a half-blood - he’d be extremely conflicted, but eventually just going so far as forging your personal documents, claiming that you’re a descent of an ancient pureblood family that happened to go missing due to a drastic accident and then being ‘found’ and ‘adopted’ by your parents. Same would go to a muggleborn darling, but I doubt he’d even pay attention to them in a first place

Draco grew up in environment where arranger marriages had always been an expected and usual thing, personal preferences and actual feelings rarely being involved; his parents had never felt anything but revulsion and loathing for each other - Draco’s idea of love is extremely twisted. Love, in his understanding, is when you’re official - when everyone in the family, school, country and world knows that you’re together, tied by strong bond of marriage. That’s what he’d been taught, that’s what he strongly believes in

That leads to Draco spreading rumors all around school about you two being in a relationship, even though it’s obviously a lie. He doesn’t need you to agree with all his stories - you may deny everything as much as you want but eventually everyone in Hogwarts will know that you two are involved with each other in some way. Even if some students don’t believe all the rumors going around, they would think twice before approaching you, not wanting to deal with Draco and his buddies

His logic is pretty much “If I can’t have you - no one can”. If you happened to have a partner - not for long. Once again, Draco would spread nasty lies about you constantly cheating on your S/o with him, and oh boy, can this man be persuasive. Soon enough your partner would be so fed up or simply ashamed of being in relationship with you, breaking up on you not even a few months in dating. And that would happen again and again with every one of your little silly love interests until you finally give up and come crawling to Draco since, well, he’s basically the only person in the whole castle offering you comfort and company

Draco is mean. He doesn’t know how to express his fondness and love obsession so he tries doing so through the ways already known to him - bullying. Snarky comments and snickering seem to accompany your every smallest movement, pale eyes being always fixated on you, waiting, praying for you to make at least one smallest mistake so that he’d finally have a reason to approach you, even if it’s to humiliate you

He’d deluge you with presents, basically trying to buy your affection. Anything you want - you get it. You like that sweater that doesn’t cost a quarter of its actual price - it will be lying on your bed neatly folded, a note attached to it saying “It would look better laying on my bedroom floor”. Want a diamond ring - of course, my dear, as many as you wish, but only after official “I Do”. You want ten liters of Unicorn’s bile - “Ew, that’s bloody gross. Here you go, fucking weirdo” - hands you four bottles filled with dark brown liquid. Where the hell did he even get it from? You said it just to test his limits

Even if you do eventually agree to step into relationship with Draco which is more of an act of pity, let’s be honest his behavior won’t get any better. Yeah, he stops with bullying for sure, but his obsession seems to only get worse the more time you spend together. Draco would become extremely possessive, to an extend where someone else looking at you for longer than a few second would send Draco into an ugly tantrum, shouting accusations and threats at everyone around

That leads to thus little number of friends you had reducing to absolute zero - them being too afraid or simply sick of Draco and his constant blackmailing and threats, leaving you all alone in his clutches. Being friends with you becomes simply too dangerous for others

He’ll follow you everywhere. Wherever you are, it seems like Draco and his little squad is always a few meters afar, watching you closely. It gets even worse once you two are ‘dating’ - Draco is like a chewing gum stuck in your hair - impossible to get rid of. You do your homework - he’s right by your side, flipping the pages of your book over when you ask. You’re getting ready to take a shower - he’s already shirtless and undoing his pants “Don’t you care about saving water and environment? Y/n, penguins are dying!”

Constantly touches you. And if you don’t like it or feel uncomfortable with his touch - too bad, Draco doesn’t care. “Darling, don’t fucking resist me. You’re only making it worse for yourself” And that’s true, it’s better to have contended and happy Draco snuggled into you rather than a furious and annoyed one, tightly wrapping his huge hand around your neck

His mood swings are just something. One moment he may be all cuddly and snuggly, looking at you like a lovesick puppy, and the other - he’s frowning and snarling insults, words are pure poison. And just five minutes later he crawls back with the saddest expression on his face, “Sorry, I got really upset, I thought you were thinking about that scumbag Potter again🥺👉🏻👈🏻” - “Draco, how the fuck can you know what I was thinking about?!”

He’d never physically hurt you because, well, Draco is a pussy. The maximum is pressing you against the wall with his hand around your throat, not choking but just holding you in place while glaring down at your smaller form. All the damage that he causes is mostly emotional. You’d definitely develop paranoia because of his constant stalking, feeling as if even walls have eyes and ears, intently watching your every move. Constant anxiety caused by Draco’s harsh words and treatment, may lead to deep depression

From the good things - he’s really eager to please you. As I said - whatever you want - you get, even if that’s not a material thing. Fame, power, influence - all of that is real and you can get it easily by simply being with him. But the more Draco gives you, the more demanding he gets - everything has its price. At first simple affection will be the greatest repay, but the older you both get - the more sexual turn it all gets

Draco would go absolutely insane during the summer break. He’ll be writing you a few times a day, demanding an answer from you containing a detailed description of your day, who you were talking to and all the conversations themselves. He’d defo get a pair of those double ended mirrors for you two (Wizarding FaceTime lmao) so he can see your beautiful face and hear that lovely voice of yours. And oh, don’t you dare not responding to his tenth call of a day - it’ll end up in a biggest tantrum

His parents noticing Draco’s obsession way too late, not being able to fix nor influence son’s unhealthy behavior. Narcissa tries to reason with her son, cool his eagerness and patroon a bit down, for the sake of both him and you. But Draco sees that as a betrayal, his twisted mind turning it into his family trying to turn you against him, to take you away from him. Now he sees it all - he doesn’t need their approval nor their blessing, he’ll have it his way anyways. It ends with Draco basically forcing marriage upon you, doing what he’s been longing for all these years - claiming you as his, so that no one could ever doubt the special bound you two have

After all, you two were always meant to be

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[hardcoverho]

MINE

Summary

Professor Malfoy is as brilliant as he seems dangerous. You never expected him to notice you, a mere nerdy student. But he did. He claimed you, and he’d be damned before anyone took you from him.

Even you.

Warnings

NONCON, DUBCON, Dominant Draco Malfoy with innocent reader. Chapter specific warnings will be added to the chapters.

Parts

#dark fic #tw noncon #draco malfoy #dark!draco #dark!draco x reader #Malfoy #draco smut #draco x female reader #draco x y/n #wizarding world #harry potter

[dracoslittlepet]

💀Leap of Faith💀

🐍DARK! DRACO MALFOY X READER ONESHOT🐍

Everyone had always warned you to stay away from Draco Malfoy... But there was just something about him that drew you in, and kept you there. But what if everyone else's warnings about the boy had proven to be for a good reason? What happens then...?

• angst; dark themes; language; TW non-con death, use of the Imperius Curse

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It had all happened almost as if in slow motion. You stepping backwards, the feel of the chilled winter air hitting your exposed shoulders, the way the stars sort of seemed to tilt sideways, as they peeked through the clouds. And then just as suddenly, it had all been over, quicker than the flame of a candle being snuffed out.

How had it happened, exactly? That's what all the students and staff of Hogwarts were still asking themselves, even after the space of several months had gone by. Nobody had actually seen it happen, of course.

Well, nobody aside from a boy with ice-blonde hair and eyes of an oceanic blue-grey, eyes that could be warm and mirthful one second, then cold and calculating the next. Only he and a tiny handful of others knew what really happened that fateful night...

"No. Nope, absolutely not."

Hermione Granger's mouth was set in a grim line, her brown eyes full of distrust. Leaning forward across the library table, her voice dropped to a soft murmur. "Look, it's not that I don't trust your judgement. It's just... Well, it's him I don't trust. Believe me, Y/N, anyone else would tell you the same thing. Draco Malfoy is not to be trusted."

Even after hearing it from several other people, you still refused to believe it. How could someone who was so quiet and so pretty to look at, be as mean and calculating as everyone said he was?? You couldn't believe it, you just couldn't. There must be more to him than that, you were sure of it.

More often than not, there were a few late nights spent down in your common room, sitting in front of the fireplace and relaxing, only to catch a rare glimpse of a smiling Draco with his friends. But again, they were rare. Any other time, the boy was quiet, thoughtful... Maybe even a tad depressed?

On more than one occasion, you had thought that perhaps Draco Malfoy could use a friend, or at least someone to talk to. But now a certain little Gryffindor was seated across from you, insisting that you stay far away from the very boy you always thought about.

"Oh, come on, 'Mione... I'm sure he's not that bad??" you protested. She shook her head at you, heaving a sigh. "You don't understand. He's... He's smarter than he looks, Y/N. He'll use you to get what he wants, if he has to, and he won't feel poorly about it, either. I hope you know what you're doing." she answered.

You flashed a tiny grin across the table at her, before getting up. "Eh, I think I can manage. He just needs someone to talk to, that's all." you told her with a shrug. She glanced up at you then, a look of uncertainty in her eyes. "Alright, well... Don't say I didn't try and warn you." she murmured, before going back to her book.

As you left the library in search of Draco, those words of warning echoed for a moment in your head.

"He'll use you to get what he wants..."

No, you refused to believe it. Sure, he was a Slytherin, and with that came rumors of all Slytherins being sneaky and underhanded. But here's the thing: you were a Slytherin too. And from what others had told you, more often than not, you were probably one of the nicest out of anyone in your House.

Which gave you hope that Draco might have some nice qualities about him, as well. Just because he was somewhat cold and unapproachable on the outside, that didn't necessarily mean he was that way on the inside, too. Maybe he just needed a friend... Someone he could relate to. Or at the very least, someone who would listen to him without any judgement.

Draco stood there with his fingers curled tightly around the railing, as he stared down into the courtyard far below. How easy it would be, to just slip underneath the metal bar and then take that one little step forward, letting gravity do the rest. Nobody would suspect a thing, at least not until they recovered his badly mangled body later.

"Poor boy..." they would all murmur. Or would they? That was the question, wasn't it? Would any of them even care, if he just... Took that one step forward? Pitched himself off the Astronomy Tower? Would they speak in whispers about it, would word eventually make it back to his parents that their son had died? That he had fallen to his death?

And best of all, or maybe worst of all, would his family finally be spared from the monstrosity that was the Dark Lord? Or would things only get worse, all because of him? All of these worries and more wove a tangled, dark web inside the inner workings of Draco's mind, until he felt like he was going to snap.

Heaving an irritated sigh, Draco reached into the pocket of his trousers, pulling out a rather battered looking carton of cigarettes. With trembling fingers, he slid a lone cigarette from the pack, before shoving the carton back in his pocket and digging around for his silver lighter.

Within seconds, he had lit up, the menthol and nicotine combining to form a heady, albeit slightly soothing, concoction for his senses. If his father ever found out about the dirty habits his son had picked up, Draco would be in even deeper shit than he already was.

But at the moment, he didn't entirely care. He just wanted some relief, some form of escape, from the mess he was currently in. Taking another deep drag, the boy continued to stare down into the courtyard, until the sudden slam of a door startled him, making him jump and causing the cigarette to nearly slip from his fingers.

Draco quietly hissed in pain as the lit end of his cigarette briefly made contact with one of his fingers. Turning around, he withdrew his wand from the inside pocket of his blazer, holding it at the ready and glaring at whoever dared to disturb his moment of peace.

But his hand trembled when he saw a familiar face round the corner, her steps falling silent as she stood there staring at him with wide E/C eyes. It was Y/N... Wasn't she in Slytherin with him? Almost as if in answer to his unspoken question, Draco's eyes landed on the patch embroidered on the left side of the girl's school robes. Indeed, she was a Slytherin...

What in Merlin's name was she doing out here?? As Draco's eyes narrowed further, the girl suddenly offered him an apologetic smile. "Oh, gods, sorry! I didn't realize anyone else would be up here tonight!" she apologized, her words coming out slightly rushed.

"Perhaps you should leave, then." Draco's voice was cold, his words harsh. Y/N's brows drew together in a brief moment of hurt, before she quickly recovered, offering him that same smile as before. "No, please, I don't mean to intrude! It's just... I usually come up here before dinner to get away from it all, to have someplace quiet to think. I've never seen you up here, though." she explained.

This was news to Draco; he had never seen her up here before, not once. "Tell me the truth. Why are you really here?" he spoke harshly again, practically spitting the words out. Y/N's brows furrowed for a split second, her gaze hardening, before she sighed. "What, like I'd really lie to you? Maybe you're just not as observant as you think you are." she said lightly.

"Or maybe," she continued, taking a few steps further into the Tower, "you just want the same things I do. Someone to talk to, or maybe even just a place where your thoughts can quiet down for a while."

Draco scoffed at this, and as Y/N took another step forward, he raised his wand towards her, making her freeze in her tracks. "Right. Like you would know what any of it feels like! The quiet little girl who everyone says is too nice to be a Slytherin. Bookish just like Granger, excelling in all her classes, friends with Parkinson and everyone else. Oh, please! What should you have to be worried about?" he retorted, his mouth turning down in a scowl.

Y/N made a face at him then, before rolling her eyes at him. "Aww, and here I thought you didn't care! But seriously, Draco. Just because I might appear calm and collected on the outside, that doesn't mean I'm the same way on the inside. I actually have my own shit to be worrying about right now, thanks." she told him.

The way she said his name, it made something inside Draco spark for a moment, before he quickly shut it down, taking another drag off his still-lit cigarette. And then Y/N laughed at him. "You know those things will kill you, right?" she pointed out, nodding towards the cigarette held between his fingers.

Draco blew out a cloud of menthol-hazed smoke, and before he could stop himself, one corner of his mouth lifted in a sardonic little smirk as he let out a rather tired sounding laugh. "So what else is new." he sighed, taking another drag. Y/N took one more step towards him, and this time, Draco let her.

Stowing away his wand in the pocket of his blazer, he turned and faced the railing again, his eyes staring unfocused on one of the mountains out in the distance. "Why should you have anything to worry about?" he repeated his earlier question, only this time it was spoken softer and much less harsh.

Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw Y/N come up beside him, her hands resting lightly on the metal railing. "I... I'm worried because I feel like there's something bad coming for all of us. And I feel like either nobody cares, or they care too much that they're choosing to shut themselves down against the idea of facing it. And it scares me, because..." her voice suddenly trailed off in a whisper.

Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw her fingers tighten their grip on the railing, her knuckles nearly going white. He didn't think he had ever seen her this tense, this distressed. "Because...?" he prodded gently, before taking another drag off his cigarette, blowing out more menthol-hazed smoke.

"It scares me, Draco. Because what if this is it? What if this is all there is? What if everything they're teaching us, all of it, is for nothing?" she finished weakly. It was then that she turned to face him, and the look in her eyes nearly made Draco weak in his knees, and not in a good way.

Her E/C eyes were filling up with tears, her previously good mood all but gone now. Something in Draco's heart ached, but like before, he forced himself to shut it down. If you cared too much, the people around you would eventually end up getting hurt, or even worse than that, killed.

Taking one last drag off his cigarette, Draco let it fall from his fingers to the floor of the Astronomy Tower, muttering a quick Vanishing Spell under his breath, before turning to face Y/N. "You know you can't think like this, right?" he sighed softly, placing his hands on the girl's shoulders. She nodded, but there were still tears in her eyes.

Swearing under his breath, Draco did the only thing he could think of in that moment. He pulled Y/N into a hug, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him. And it seemed to help; almost instantly, Y/N relaxed into him, her head falling forward to rest against his chest, her arms circling around his waist.

And to his own surprise, it didn't feel all that unpleasant. It actually felt... Warm. Comforting. Like home, but better, a home he had only ever heard about from the other students, a place where you were actually, truly loved. It felt like sanctuary. But deep down, Draco knew it could never last.

He was a Death Eater now. That meant that he wasn't capable of love, he couldn't be. Anyone who got too close to him or who perhaps loved him a little too much would just end up being nothing more than collateral damage, a throw-away pawn in a seemingly never-ending game of chess.

Only in this game, nobody would call checkmate. Everyone would lose, the Dark Lord himself was slowly seeing to it, coming up with a plan that would throw the entirety of life at Hogwarts out of balance. Which was why Draco could not, would not, let himself get too closely involved with Y/N.

Oh, he would play his part well if needed, but only to keep himself and everyone else on his side alive. After that, the rest of the game, and the other players on the chessboard, would be left up to fate itself. With a sigh, Draco released Y/N, turning back around to face the mountains in the distance.

"Better?" he murmured. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Y/N nod once, as she stepped forward to lean against the railing, staring down into the courtyard below. There was a moment's pause, before she spoke. "They all look so small, don't they? You can barely tell who's who, from up here. Blaise, Pansy, Theo... Hell, even Potter... They're all probably down there right now, all of them oblivious." she murmured.

Draco swallowed hard as his gaze dropped to land on the courtyard below. Indeed, the students looked like nothing more than little colored specks from up here. Heaving another sigh, he turned away from the railing, not wanting to see anything more. It was sick, all of it. Who he was, what he was destined to do, how he was supposed to do it... Who he was going to have to hurt along the way... It was twisted.

"I'm... Heading down. I think they're about to start the dinner service. Feel free to join me if you'd like." Draco spoke quietly, casting one last glance over his shoulder at Y/N, before heading towards the stairs leading down and out of the Astronomy Tower. As he left, he could hear the soft footsteps of Y/N following after him.

His jaw tensed in the darkness as he tugged open the door to the Tower, stepping out into the hall. Y/N would be nothing more than a pawn in the game, he knew that. But it didn't make it hurt any less...

Three months. It had been three months since you and Draco spoke to each other that night up on the Astronomy Tower. And the two of you were closer than ever now, it seemed. Rumors had even started to spread that you and Draco were dating. And to your surprise, Draco never denied any of it. He wouldn't outright admit it, either... But he never denied it.

Things seemed to be going so well, at least for now. And yet you still couldn't completely shake the strange new feeling that your little slice of heaven would disappear soon. An involuntary shudder ran down your spine as you sat there at the lunch table in the Great Hall.

And almost immediately, Draco noticed. "Darling, are you cold?" he murmured, quirking a brow at you. You shook your head at him, but he still wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him, holding you. And you had to admit, it did help a little, the familiar scent of Draco's cologne surrounding you and putting your mind and soul at ease for now.

"You guys are so fucking adorable." Pansy suddenly said, and you could swear you felt Draco tense up for a minute, before he relaxed again. "Makes me wish I had something like that." Pansy added with a sigh. You watched her look wistfully towards the table where the Ravenclaws were sitting, her gaze landing on Luna Lovegood.

A small smile pulled at one corner of your mouth. Everyone in your House knew that Pansy had it bad for the quirky blonde Ravenclaw, even if she wouldn't admit it out loud. Draco often teased her about it, which more often than not, resulted in Pansy blushing furiously and making an obscene gesture at him with her fingers.

Almost as if on cue, Draco let out a chuckle. "Just go talk to her already, Parkinson. Quit wallowing and do it already." he teased her. She stuck her tongue out at him in response, yet her gaze remained fixed on Luna. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she got up and made her way over to the Ravenclaw table.

Your smile grew a little as you watched her strike up a conversation with the quirky blonde girl, before she sat down next to Luna, chatting animatedly with her. It seemed so easy, so free, all of it. Being able to make friends, or start new relationships, creating memories that would perhaps live on forever, long after the people who made them were gone.

All too soon, a feeling of melancholy slowly began to settle over you. Did any of them even know how bad things were about to get? Did any of them even care? Or were they doing as you had once suggested to Draco? Did they perhaps care a little too much, so much that they were forcing themselves to look past it, to ignore it all?

You didn't want to think of what was to come in the next few months, maybe even weeks. You just wanted to live in the moment, while there still was a moment to be had. Swallowing hard, you snuggled closer to Draco, resting your head on his shoulder and trying to forget your previously morbid thoughts. Everything would be alright... It had to be.

Seven months. Seven months since that night up on the Astronomy Tower. Seven months since you and Draco had gotten close enough to perhaps be considered lovers, maybe even more. And yet... That feeling of dread still remained, every bit as tenacious as ever, the little claws of doubt and hopelessness digging themselves into you, into your very soul.

Something bad was coming, you could feel it. You were pretty sure Draco knew it too; he seemed to be growing rather distant from you as of late. Sure, you two were close... But something was off about the boy. He no longer wore his trademark smirk when he was with you.

In fact, he seemed to grow rather nervous whenever he saw you, even a bit pained at times. It's like whatever was eating away at Draco's thoughts, was just as rapidly consuming his soul, too. He would hardly speak to you, and on the rare occasions when he did, his voice trembled and he wouldn't look you in the eyes.

So it was with a sense of confusion (and slight hope) that you found yourself being shaken gently awake by none other than Draco, himself. "Dray, what-?" you started to ask, but he shook his head at you, bringing a finger up to his lips. "Shh, don't. I need you to come with me, Y/N. Something is... Wrong. I have to show you." he whispered.

His voice seemed unusually steady tonight, void of any panic or any trembling. This probably should have raised a few alarms within you, but at the moment, you were still trying to fully wake up, and your mind was a bit hazy. As you got up out of bed, Draco's hand found yours in the dim light of the girls' dormitories, and he led you silently down the stairs.

There were only a few students left in the Common Room, two of them being Blaise and Theo. Both of them nodded at you in greeting, though Blaise regarded Draco with a look of confusion. "Bit late for a walk, isn't it?" he asked. Draco merely shrugged, offering him a light half-smile. "I'll be back soon. Stay here." he answered quietly.

With that, he led you out of the room before you had a chance to hear Blaise's reply. You and Draco made your way silently through the halls, taking a path you soon recognized. As he tugged open the door leading to the Astronomy Tower, you glanced up at him, offering him a wry smile. "Need a moment, do you?" you lightly teased him.

Draco didn't answer you; he didn't even smile. Your own smile faltered then, your heart sinking as you followed him through the door and up the stairs. The skies were a vivid midnight blue tonight, the stars out and twinkling brightly, even despite the approaching clouds.

But the air had a certain chill to it, and you shivered as it ghosted over your exposed shoulders. It was the middle of winter, and you hadn't had a chance to throw on a sweater before Draco was leading you from the dormitories. Another shiver ran through you as you followed Draco, coming to stand beside him near the railing.

It was a long moment before he spoke, and when he did, his voice held that unusual calm from before. "I can't do this. I can't keep doing this." he began quietly. Again, that sense of dread came creeping back, only this time it was stronger than ever. You had a sneaking suspicion that Draco didn't just bring you up here tonight for the picturesque views.

You reached out towards him, and for the first time in a long while, he actually shrank back from you, a tense expression on his face. Your hand fell limply back to your side as you stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"This... Us... It was never going to work. I thought it would, but... There are too many other things at play right now. Too many people, too much to deal with. And I refuse to drag you into it. But... I can't sit around waiting for you, in the hopes that someday this will work out. And I can't let you sit around waiting for me, either.

"That's not fair to you. So I'm doing this the only way I know how. And I hope that someday, everyone else will understand why I did it. I hope you'll understand. And I hope you'll be able to forgive me for it." Draco continued softly, his voice still eerily calm.

You stood there in your pajama bottoms and cotton camisole, shivering from the cold and not understanding what Draco was getting at. It all struck you as odd, and a bit morose, like he was saying goodbye. "Forgive you for what?" you asked in a trembling whisper.

Draco swallowed hard, withdrawing his wand from the pocket of his blazer and pointing it at you. "I'm sorry, Y/N." he whispered back. A second later, the one word you never thought you would hear came tumbling out of his mouth in that calm, smooth timbre: "Imperio."

Draco watched with baited breath as Y/N's eyes became glassy, hazed over with the effects of the curse he'd just put her under. Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, a voice was screaming out for him to stop, that this wasn't right, none of it was ever going to be right.

But then thoughts of what would happen if the Dark Lord had ever discovered how involved Draco had become with Y/N filled his mind, overtaking everything else. He lowered his wand with a shaking hand, tucking it back inside the pocket of his blazer. He wouldn't need it; their lessons this year had helped him perfect the art of wandless spells.

Now it was just a matter of getting Y/N to do what he wanted her to do... No, what he needed her to do. "This is for the best, it's the only way to keep her out of my mess, to keep her out of his reach." he told himself. Taking a step towards Y/N, he placed a firm hand on her shoulder. This wasn't going to be easy, not by any means...

He looked out over the railing; it was a long way down. But maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it would be over quick, maybe pain wouldn't even be an option, because it would be over in an instant. Taking a deep breath, Draco turned to face Y/N. Her eyes were still hazed over, as she stood there looking out at the snow beginning to fall, not really seeing it.

"I want you to do something for me, angel."

How it deeply pained Draco to say these words, to call her that. Once, a long time ago it seemed, that had been his little nickname for her, a way of showing his affection towards her. But now the words seemed empty, void of any love.

They were meaningless, just vowels and consonants flung out into the cold winter's night. But they fulfilled their purpose, which was exactly what Draco needed right now. Y/N turned to him with a dazed look. "I want you to step over the railing for me." Draco spoke softly.

"But that's dangerous..." Y/N immediately responded, slurring her words just a bit towards the end. Draco nodded, but his hand remained fixed on Y/N's shoulder. "I know, but I've got you. I won't let you fall." he whispered. The little white lie burned in the back of his mind, that voice screaming out again.

He shut it out with a shake of his head, swallowing hard past the guilt building up inside of him. He released Y/N with a shuddering breath, watching as she climbed over the railing in a daze, turning to face him, her hands gripping the metal bar tightly. "Now I want... I want you to just... Let go. Take a step back, just let go, angel." Draco whispered.

Y/N regarded him with a brief look of confusion, and Draco scrambled to find a way of reassuring her. This had to be done, and it had to be done now, before it was too late. "Go on, darling, it's alright. It'll be over quicker than you think, just a second or two." he whispered.

Y/N cast a dubious look down for a moment, before her eyes met Draco's. "But what if I feel it?" she asked, her voice sounding rather small. Draco's eyes widened imperceptibly before he offered Y/N a rueful smile.

"You won't feel a thing, I promise. I'll make it so easy for you, so easy, angel. Just let yourself fall... Everything after that will take care of itself." he answered softly. Y/N regarded him with what could only be a look of hope, something that made Draco's heart ache and twist painfully in his ribcage, as he stared back at her.

"You promise?" she asked him.

"I... I promise, darling. Go on, be a good girl for me. One little step, that's it." he answered. Something in the expression on her face made Draco's heart break in his chest, and his lower lip trembled. And then Y/N's next words nearly brought him to his knees.

"Dray... Why are you sad?"

His eyes welled up with tears as he stared back at Y/N, completely at a loss on what to say to her. It took him a full minute before he could regain enough of his composure to answer her. "Don't worry about me, Y/N. I'll be okay." he whispered. She nodded, like this all made complete sense to her. "That's good..." she murmured in a daze.

She glanced down below again, before meeting Draco's gaze once more. "You and me, right?" she asked, her voice sounding small again, just like before. Draco's breath hitched in his throat as he slowly nodded, his gaze never leaving Y/N's. "You and me, darling. Until the end." he breathed. She nodded, before taking a deep breath. And then she stepped backwards.

Everything after that seemed to pass by in a bit of a daze. Draco had waited for a full minute, gathering enough courage to take a step forward and look down over the railing, down into the courtyard below. And he had almost broken down right then and there.

The sight of Y/N's body lying there in the snow, her limbs stuck out at odd angles, a halo of red bleeding out into the white around her... It made Draco's stomach churn, made his heart wrench painfully in his chest, until he could barely breathe for trying.

"It's for the best, it was for her own good, it needed to be done." his thoughts kept chanting in his head. But one train of thought kept overtaking all the others: "She could have gone into hiding. You could have loved her. She would have waited."

Indeed, perhaps that would have been the better option. But Draco had run out of options, a long while ago. Everyone he had ever loved, everyone he would ever allow himself to get involved with... None of them were safe. This was the only option Draco had been left with.

As he descended the stairs to the Astronomy Tower, left through the door, walked down the corridors, his mind was a haze. It was almost like he was the one who had been put under the Imperius Curse. Draco glanced out one of the windows into the courtyard as he passed by, and his breath hitched in his throat again.

Y/N was still lying there, the halo of red much bigger now. His lower lip trembled again as he stood there staring at her lifeless body, and he couldn't bring himself to look away, not until a hand clamped down on his shoulder, making him jump. It was Blaise, and Nott was with him.

"Hey. I was wondering where you and Y/N got off to. Speaking of, where's...?" Blaise started to ask, but his words died in his throat when he glanced out the window. His face went ashen, his eyes widening. Nott elbowed him, leaning forward to see what was the matter with him, but when he followed Blaise's line of sight, he too went pale in the face.

"Is that-?" he started to ask, but the looks on Blaise and Draco's faces told him all he needed to know, in that moment. "Oh." was all he said, his voice going flat. He continued to stare out the window, watching the snow flutter down onto Y/N's unmoving body. A tense sort of silence fell over the corridor, until Blaise spoke up, shattering the quiet.

"What happened?" he asked. Those two words echoed inside Draco's head, and the blonde boy swallowed hard, his eyes welling with tears again. "She fell." was all he could manage to get out, before he abruptly turned and hurried off towards the Slytherin Common Room. He knew from the silence behind him that neither Blaise or Nott had followed him.

And perhaps that was a good thing. Draco didn't know if he was quite ready to tell them the truth, not yet. He knew it would break them down just as much as it was breaking him, until there was nothing left. And he wasn't ready for that yet. They weren't ready for it, none of them were.

He would be the only one who knew what had really happened up there on that tower tonight. Perhaps he would just spare them all the details, take it to his grave.

Or maybe, years from now, when they were all ready to hear it, he would tell them. He would tell them how Y/N had taken a leap of faith for him, how she had died for him... How she had loved him until the end...

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A/N: OOF, this was dark. Like, really dark. I don't think I quite like Dark! Draco. 🙊 I mean, that's good though, right? When you've written a character so well that you actually quite detest the way you've written their arc? I dunno, maybe I'm mental. Either way, lemme know what you guys think of this one, yeah? This blog thrives off those comments and reblogs! Thanksss...! 💚

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[inheartofwinter]

The Crown

“What do you think? Isn’t it pretty?” said Draco, twisting his body in front of the mirror to watch the crown on his head from different angles. “I always wanted to be a king so I could wear it.”

“It suits you,” replied Harry dully. The cuffs on his wrists cut into his skin painfully.

“Thanks. I love you,” beamed Draco. His smile was so bright that even the light became dim. “Now come give me a kiss.”

As the chain was pulled, Harry walked to Draco and kissed him.

For @drarrymicrofic ‘s prompt “Crown”. T | 90

#drarry microfic #drarrymicrofic #crown #dark!draco #implied nonconsent #probably angst? #drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #microfic

[boldlyinnocent317]

for the @drarrymicrofic prompts : 'Criminal' by Britney Spears and 'pale' | Dystopian AU

the digits 8 10 16 stand for : H.J.P

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The white marble is cool under my feet, the breeze through the floor-ceiling window cooler.

The damp, rumpled silk beckons me back.

But I stand - exposed, powerless, tied without binds.

The wand before me buzzes with power – dark, audacious, unashamed –Hawthorn with unicorn core.

I can almost see the curses cackling and taunting me from the invisible cracks in the smooth wood.

Arms come to wrap me from behind, like I’m not trapped enough already.

“How many today?” I ask conversationally, tracing the five familiar inky digit on skin pale as snow, bending along with the tightening muscles – 8 10 16.

“As many as I must,” comes the brazen reply with a tender kiss to my bare shoulder.

And I finally allow my eyes to settle on the grotesque snake just below the numbers of my name. This is where I belong.

I look up into clear pale eyes staring back heavily. Sometimes it feels I am the only thing that has any colour at all in this washed out world.

So light I can see my green in them. “Must you?” I ask for the nth time.

He kisses me quiet for the nth time and I kiss him back just as softly. I can’t help it. I don't want to.

This is where I belong.

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#drarry #draco/harry #draco malfoy #harry potter #microfic #@drarrymicrofic #drarrymicrofic #rating: unrated #harry x draco #draco x harry #death eater draco malfoy #dark!draco #as for Harry.... all guesses are welcome ;) #all mistakes are my own #criminal by britney spears #pale #by boldlyinnocent317 #bi317writes

[carterhamlet]

LTDI Draco in a nutshell

#dramione #draco x hermione #let the dark in #senlinyu

[gotoemopunk]

"My dear Draco."

(Uploading old artwork 6/10)

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[skyebounded]

Pacify Her

© Skyebounded, do not use my work, but you may share it.

Masterlist   .Harry Potter Universe Masterlist.

premise: The devil was real, and you were prepared to do anything for him.

pairing: Professor Tom Riddle x Fem!Reader

warnings: dark elements, toxic obsessions, possession (but not the scary supernatural kind) smut (p in v-fingering-etc) tom riddle (his own warning) there is probably a lot more...

wc: 4.2k

a/n: this is beautiful and I don't care if you don't agree. shoutout to @demiguisemoon for keeping me company throughout this ride.

enjoy the playlist that I made for this story!

He never truly knew what you were capable of, or more so what his influence would do to you, and that was the problem. He had completely underestimated you, and that would be not only your downfall, but his as well. Pretty and pliant, that's what you were to him, the perfect match, not only intellectually, but emotionally as well. You suited him. From the moment you stumbled into his compartment on the train, down to the moment that you sat down in front of him, not a word muttered, but yet a conversation was had. You understood him, and quite frankly, he understood you, or so he believed.

No one understood him the way you did, the way that you clung to his every word like gospel. Feeding into his absurdities, but never once looking at him as if he was wrong. You supported him. Truth was you were obsessed. Incomplete and broken without him, much like a wounded bird, someone he could fix, take care of, mould into something he wanted, and you lived for it. Lived for the moments that he taught you, helped you, controlled you. The moments where he needed you and only you. At his beck and call in the late hours of the night, or for the favours that could ultimately get you expelled, for anything he wanted, and you’d do it, obediently. You were his. You belonged to him from the first moment, and though neither of you knew it, he belonged to you. 

“Is this seat taken?” You asked, slipping into the compartment faster than he could respond, but he didn’t. He pulled his nose from the daily prophet to study you. He had never seen you before, which was odd considering you were in his house, the green and silver snake adoring your breast, a Slytherin, and a pretty one at that, an old soul and kindred spirit…of sorts. There was something in the way you looked at him, that dutiful look in your piercing eyes, a look as if you could see into the deepest darkest depths of his soul, something he was certain he had well hidden, and yet what you saw didn’t alarm you. Somehow it didn’t scare him, it intrigued him, you intrigued him. He watched as you slid the door closed behind your back, before sliding into the seat across from him, hands trapped behind your back, and your head cocked to the side as you studied him. The slightest of smiles on your face. He should have known then, known what you would become to him, but he could never have suspected you to be as such.

Frail and malleable, obsessed and devoted, and you were his. His star, his pet, his property. You grew to need him, unable to do without the moments you shared with him. You found yourself lingering in the back of his classes, hoping that he would catch a fleeting glimpse of you, needing you for something, anything, to utilise you, need you. For the moments that he’d call for you in the late hours of the night, for the small favours that could leave you expelled or worse, with the promise that nothing bad was going to happen to you, he wouldn’t let it. The hours that you spent with him, soon turned to days, weeks, stealing away any moment that you could, eager to please, to be close. Somewhere in the dim candle light of his office, stolen glances, gentle touches, words exchanged. Finding yourself desperate for the after hours of study in the library, the ones where you could find him making his way from the restricted section, his pretty nose stuck within the pages of his books. Knowing you were there, dutifully watching him, waiting for the right opportunity to seek him out or for him to call for you. 

Your life had become dull. Classes lacked challenge, you found little to no enjoyment in day to day activities, your friends became distant memories, dramatic, but even your mundane routines lost flavour. All you had was him, and the little periods of time you spent by his side. At his beck and call, seduced by the ways he consumed you. Your mind, your body, and most definitely your tainted soul. He knew it too, knew that he could use you for anything his heart desired, that you would do nothing but obey him, follow blindly if he requested it of you, no questions to be asked. A perfect pawn, follower. The more eager you became, with the incessant need to do more, be more for him, he took to it. Giving you more and more to do. It had soon become a list of tasks, simple favours as he would call it. Hide this, seek out this, do this…And you did, you did all of it. 

Your blood rushed as you closed the office door behind you, back pressed against the firm wood, hands clasped behind you, as your eyes scanned the dimly lit room until you found him. In the centre of the room, sat plainly in his chair, eyes roaming your eager figure. He looked as though he sat on a throne, one of his own creation, his arms extended out on the sides of the chair, comfortable and yet cold, observant. “Did you get it?” was all he said, leaning forward over his desk, the faintest traces of a smile on his face when the stifled giggle of yours fleas from your lips. You held it up, in the palms of your small hands presenting it to him, the book he had sent you to find. Restricted, forbidden even, and you had managed it, with his help of course. “Of course.” you whispered. He beckend you over with the bend of two slender fingers, and you moved on your own volition, approaching him with such eagerness. He took the book from your palms, his fingers ghosting over your soft skin, and you wonder if it was on purpose. “Good girl.” There it was, the praise you strove for, the praise that came from him and him only. The slightest flick of his wand had the door clicking locked, as his eyes came to study you once more. There was a fascination in his gaze, the way his eyes softened to you, desperately trying to hide the hunger that he felt towards you. You had something that he had never quite found in anyone else, something that made him crave you more than he had for anyone else…and there it was, the thought that you were his and only his. 

His eyes left you, meeting the pages of the book you had stolen for him, consuming every word on the stale worn parchment. While he was entranced, devouring the text, you were devouring the sight of him, leaning over the desk, eyes droning over the pages. He was stunning this way. The crease in his brow, eager to learn, and you were right there with him, desperate to know just what held him so captivated, leaning over his desk in hopes of catching the slightest bit of the contraband he had tasked you with stealing, no concern for what could have happened to you if you had been caught. But you knew that somehow, if that had been the case, he would have protected you, always, he would be there. His eyes darted up from the page, a lustful hunger to them, but for you or for the knowledge he had been enthralled with, you weren’t sure. “Look.” he instructs, slumping back in his chair, gesturing to the page, the hints of a smile on his lips. Clasping your hands behind your back, you leaned over the mahogany desk, feeling the hem of your uniform riding up in the back, exposing yourself to him as you did your best to read what was before you, eyes focussing on the text of ancient runes. It wasn’t of much use, you simply couldn’t read it. “I can’t read it, sir.” you mutter, chancing a look back at him. His eyes were shamelessly crawling up the length of your bare legs, and to the swell of your ass. He had looked at you like this before, that strained look in his eyes, like he was in deep thought but those thoughts were ones that he would never quite say aloud, the smallest of smirks on his lips, as he dragged his tongue along them. “I see..” he remarks, slowly pulling his gaze away from your ass, to meet your much more innocent gaze. It was one of his favourite things to do. To teach you, to watch you learn from him. It gave him the sweetest sense of power and meaning. “And what would you have me do about that, darling?” He leaned forward, his eyes cold and narrowed, but that flick of amusement dancing across them.

“Read it to me?” It was a simple request, your voice strong and confident. You wanted to know, wanted him to show you, and he seemed to like the idea. Tom hummed, a sweet sound of satisfaction, as his slender fingers wrapped around your dainty wrist, pulling you down onto his lap, a gesture he had never quite done before. He was confident in his motions, calculated and collected. He knew what he wanted, and that was you. His hands remained on your hips, fingers drumming on your thighs. “Read it to you, hmm?” He hums, delicately brushing a strand of your hair away from your neck, the tips of his fingers ghosting over your throat. Goosebumps lining your skin, while his other hand trailed slowly up your bare thigh. Gentle touches that were purposeful, and well measured. Even in this, he was in control. In control of himself, and of the situation. “How will you ever learn if I just read it to you?” “Teach me then..” you blurt, your voice had never been so soft, so demanding and yet desperate. “Sir..” you add, looking back at him. His thumb had started to draw soft slow patterns on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your cunt. “Teach you….” You could see that he was mulling it over…”teach you…” he cooed in approval, a sinister grin consuming his face. “Very well, darling, teach you, I shall.” He gave a hearty squeeze to your thigh, your breath hitching and your body tensing for a brief moment in his lap, shifting your attention back to his face. Pretending as if he couldn’t see the way your eyes studied him, the way they seemed to have heart shaped iris that were only for him.  

His own gaze was casted past you, eyes scoured the pages before him, looking for something suitable to turn into a lesson. His hands still wandering aimlessly on your skin. “Here…let's start simple…” He leaned back enough, turning to look at you, his breath fanning across your lips from being so close. His eyes trailing up your features until his eyes met yours. “This rune here…” he starts, grasping your jaw with his index and thumb, turning your face, back to the book. “This rune…’othilia’ corresponds to the Latin letter…?” “o.” you state, looking to him for approval, his approval. A soft smile was all he gave you. “And what do you think it means…” His hand, resting under your skirt, had found its way to the crease of your hips and thighs, squeezing at the supple flesh, while his thumb thrummed against your clothed cunt. You found it hard to concentrate, to really look at the shapes on the page, but you had to. “Um…power, wealth?” you tried, letting out a breathy sigh, when his thumb found its way into the damp fabric of your panties, rolling soft circles into your swollen clit. You felt his lips against your ear, your head lulled back against his shoulder. “It means, heritage, possession..” he punctuated the last word with a flick of his thumb, a gesture that had a sweet moan falling from you. With precision he gently rolled his finger over your bud, nipping at your ear with each sweet sound you let out. “Focus….” he coos, drawing your half lidded eyes back to the book. “This one, ‘mannaz’,  tell me its correspondent…” Your mind was muddled. He had pulled the wet fabric away from your cunt, traipsing his slender fingers through your folds, collecting your sweet arousal, teasing your entrance as he waited for your response. “Go on…what is it.?” You hummed softly, searching your mind for what it could possibly be. “Um..it’s ‘m’ the latin ‘m’..” you whimpered, feeling the intrusion of a single digit slipping into your sopping heat. He was rewarding you, with each correct response you gave him. “And what does it mean?” 

You weren’t sure how much of this he really thought you could handle, not with the way that his finger was slowly thrusting in and out of you, his thumb languidly massaging your tender clit. He was watching you, his own gaze lidded, dark. Hungry. He was enjoying this, enjoying the way that he had you, pulling answers from you with simple touches. “Don't make me stop, what does it mean?” he teases, and yet somewhere in the pit of your stomach, you knew that he would. That he would leave you high and dry at a moment's notice. Your eyes had fallen closed, summoning all of your strength to answer him, as he slipped another finger into you, curling them against your sweet spot, just to feel your breath hitch and your body shutter in his grasp. You could feel the way that his cock had hardened beneath you, kept from you by the confines of his trousers, and it did little to help you focus any, it was cruel. “It means…ma-man?” you gasped out, his pace increasing. His lips met the side of your neck, tenderly kissing every bit of exposed skin that he was presented with, careful not to leave a single mark on that delicate skin of yours. “Very good..” he coos, his hot breath felt on your neck and ear. His fingers toyed relentlessly with your aching cunt, his thumb circling your clit gently, and his lips littering chaste kisses to your exposed skin. He had quickly given up on the lesson at hand, now far too consumed in the way that you were writhing happily in his grasp, soft sweet sounds escaping past your lips. Your back arched into him, your head resting on his shoulder as you lost all coherency. Lewd sounds left you like a sinful prayer, trickling past your lips with no real power to stop them. 

You whined, feeling the emptiness in your cunt as he pulled his fingers from you, only to have them brought up to your chapped lips, as he slid not one but both fingers into your mouth, pressing down on the pad of your tongue. A silent order, to taste yourself, to clean up the mess that you had made, and you did without hesitation, closing your lips around them, letting your tongue lap up any and all of the arousal that coated his fingers. He cooed, sweet and simple praises, between delicate chaste kisses to your neck. His free hand wanders the expanse of your neck, down to the top of your blouse, deftly popping the buttons one by one. His touch was featherlight, a mere ghost over your skin, and such a thing allowed for goosebumps to litter your skin. His thumb circles your nipple through your thin bra, smiling against your neck as it perks at his touch. He loved the possession he had over your body, the way you would let him do whatever to it as if it was his own, and you would argue that it was. That it belonged to him, that you belonged to him. 

You weren’t sure when it changed, the suddenness of it all, but you found yourself being gently laid down against the hard polished wood of his desk, your back draping over the materials he had been studying, and your skirt pushed up your waist. His body hovered over yours, his hands gliding up under the blouse that he had worked open, greedily exploring the exposed skin, his head ducked and lips ghosting over the spot his hands had touched mere seconds ago. Your eyes had fallen shut somewhere along the way, relying on your other senses completely. Gentle kisses, soft bites, and languid movements of his tongue as he dragged it up your sternum and neck, taking in the sweet smell and taste of your delicate skin. You arched into his touches, soft sweet sounds escaping you at every one. Each of your senses flooded with nothing but him. His lips were pending over yours, a silent acknowledgement, that everything would be on his terms, and you were okay with it. 

He didn’t bother to kiss you, and you didn’t request it of him either. 

Tom made quick work of removing his trousers, before his hands slid up your thighs, fingers ghosting over your cunt, teasing you just enough to keep you present in the moment. He hooked his fingers over your panties and pulled them aside, the cool air hitting your bare cunt, a soft hiss escaping your lips.  With his free hand, Tom wrapped his slender fingers around your chin, using his index and thumb to pull your face up to his. His eyes were cold, animalistic desire dwelling past the dark shade of brown. He tilted your head down so that you could watch the way his swelling cock slid into your tight cunt, forcing you to understand that he owned you, now in body as well.

Your mouth hung open in a silent gasp, the unrelenting feeling of him stretching you out was nothing shy of pain, but a sweet sweet pleasure. He watched your face, mocking the way you fell silent, with a sly smirk to his perfect lips. He forced you to watch every sinful inch of him disappear deep into your greedy cunt, time and time again. He wanted you to understand, to grasp the claim he had on you. You were being rewarded for your diligence, for your obedience, and he wanted you to know that you were his, only his. No one else could touch you like this, that's what he was saying to you. 

Tom let go of your face, as he gripped your hips, jerking you towards the edge of the table. Your hands fall back to support you, arching your back slightly as you watch him with lidded eyes. As he moved, his pace picking up with each passing moment, you began to lose yourself to the delicious drag of his heavy cock, your sinful mantra of moans and whimpers filling the dark empty spaces of his office. His fingers gripping onto the soft pliable flesh of your thigh and hip was bruising, another simple yet effective reminder of who you belonged to. 

He watched each little tick of your face, each pleasure filled twitch of your lips as you fought off a smile at the feeling of him, taking in each little puff of air that left your parted lips, each pant and moan of satisfaction. He coaxed nothing but the best out of you, building your release at his own desire, his own pace. Your head fell back, your eyes falling closed as you did. You were consumed by the feeling of him and your body was reacting to it in the only way it knew how. 

You felt his hand leave your thigh first, before feeling it wrap around your throat, his long slender fingers wrapping around the curve of your jaw, as he willed you to look at him once more. 

“You keep those pretty little eyes of yours…on me,” he whispered forcefully. There was no room for mistake, you would watch him as he possessed every part of you. He controlled it all, and you’d let him, you’d let him do it forever. 

That's when it all changed. 

He had been sweet seduction, and the thought alone drew you closer….until she came along. Professor. Hawkethorn had never been his match, not the way you were. She didn’t understand him, she didn’t see him for what he truly was. She had fallen trap to his charm, and that was only the surface. You watched it happen, your late night sessions with him faded, he seemingly didn’t need you as much, and he gave not even the slightest inkling why. He said nothing, entertained nothing, did, nothing. His time seemed occupied, but not by you, by her. Selvine Hawkethrone, the new history of magic professor. 

Fine, checkmate. He didn’t want to see you? then you would make him. See you at your fullest, see that you were always there, that you had never left, and more importantly, that you were still very much his to possess. 

He needed to see you, not her. He had no business with her, she wouldn’t do the things that you did for him, you were certain of that. She was only a disruption, a threat to what you guys shared, and she had to go. You wanted to show him your devout loyalty, the extremes that you were willing to go to keep him, to protect him, to *serve* him, and so you would. 

You sat in *his* chair, his office dark and cold, nothing that you minded, as you waited…waited to hear the sound of polished heels clack on in the smooth stone outside the door. You pulse steady as the door opens, a small sliver of light filling the room. 

“Tom?” her soft voice echoed off the shelves of books, as she warily stepped inside. Once the door was shut, you waved your wand lazily, the candles that surrounded his office springing to life with a dull crackle. Her eyes met yours immediately, and they widened almost as if they had seen something they shouldn’t have. She looked fearful. You had a crazed look in your eyes, as you looked over her in silence. She was pathetic, dressed in her best clothes as if she was expecting to meet Professor Riddle, and that's exactly what you had told her, in your little letter. Told her to meet you here, that you desired to see her, all pretending to be your dear dear professor, and she fell for it. Pathetic. 

“You don’t deserve him….” you said, your tone hollow, as you watched her flinch slightly. “Did you really think that he would want you? Send for you? Come on Selvine…you have more sense than that…” you continued, pulling yourself to stand up, walking around the desk, your fingers taunting the flame of the candle. “Professor…you were never going to be his match, his equal…he is destined for great things and you were never going to be the one to help him fulfil that…your just….” You gestured to her with the tip of your wand as if to say something cruel, your face contorted in disgust. “Weak, you're just plain….ordinary…” you said, a mock tone of pity, your face in a frown. 

Selvine said nothing, but reached for her wand slowly, not sure what to expect from you, but you saw it…”ah ah ah, don’t do that..” you warned. You were now pointing your wand directly at her, your grip firm and unwavering. You take a deep breath, tired of this moment…Selvine opened her mouth to say something but you were quick to silence her, ”Save it professor, you shouldn’t touch things that aren’t yours.” 

You flicked your wrist and a green jet of light bursted out of the tip of your wand without remorse. You watched with glassy, transfixed eyes as her lifeless body crumbled to the floor with a thump. The simple unforgivable curse stealing what small pathetic life she had out of her. She was gone. Dead. you lowered your wand to your side, and stood there, slightly shocked by what you had done. 

Tom had slipped out from a dark corner of his office, one where he had stood, watching the entire thing transpire before his eyes. His cold gaze watching you as he approached. Your eyes snapped up to meet him, startled, and unaware that he had been watching the entire time..but that meant that he had seen it, seen the lengths you would go to just for him. You had used the unforgivable curse, for him, something that you had never done before.  

You felt yourself soften, at his appearance, as he stepped over the lifeless body like it was nothing but scum beneath his foot as he approached you. Gripping your chin like a child as he pulled you to meet his gaze. He almost looked pleased, a small sense of approval in his tepid gaze.  

“You can't tell anyone, Professor, I did this for you...she was a threat, and I took care of it, I killed her for you...for us.” you pleaded softly, scared that you had upset him. 

The darkness he lurked in had always been seductive, and when he held out his hand to guide you, how could you say no. You followed, eyes never leaving his, entranced by the beauty of it all, the beauty of the power and knowledge that he possessed. And he was going to share it all with you. It was then that you knew, the devil was real, and you were prepared to do anything for him. “I won’t tell anyone, it's our little secret.”

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[shallyouobeyme]

Fortune

Platonic Yander Malfoy!Family x Dragon!reader (GN)

Summary: A long time ago there lived a species of dragon-hybrids with magical gifts. You - one of these hybrids - had the gift of bringing good fortune to whoever was close to you, but as you'd soon learn, using your gift to help others would only endanger you...

! Minors do not interact !

TW: Not Canon Complainant about the Malfoy's backstory, imprisonment, manipulation, kidnapping, infantilisation (kinda), I do not condone this - this is all fiction

One or two Centuries ago, when muggles still believed in magic and fantastical creatures roamed the earth almost freely, many more kinds of species lived in nature. Some of them were closely related to creatures still on this planet in the present. One example of such a case was a kind of dragon that had long since left the face of the earth, one that shared many similarities with the humans around it. In fact, these dragons had the ability to shift from their full dragon form to that of a bipedal, humanoid dragon-person hybrid. Further than their ability to shift though was their ability to innately use magic.

Now, their abilities were not like the abilities of wizards and witches who could put their magic into words and gestures, using their magic as a medium to achieve many different goals. Instead, they tended to be born with a specific magical talent that differed from case to case - some could control different elements (since these dragons did not naturally have the ability to breathe fire or water), some could communicate with nature, some changed the weather, and others could use their scales to make themselves invisible to any living and dead being.

One of these dragons, still a young fetchling when this story began had a rare and sought-after ability - the ability to attract fortune. Something every dragon with a knack for hoarding (so almost all) would kill for, which was why the little dragon-hybrid was told from a very young age to keep hidden from creatures that would use them and their powers for their own gain. This young dragon was you - and often, when you now fell asleep, you still dreamt of the night that would turn out to be the one to doom your entire life.

You had barely just started to fly without your parent's supervision and after being kept at home for your entire (short) life in hopes that no one would try to use you, your curiosity for real life and everything beyond the mountain you called home grew restless. So you did what any curious child with the ability to fly would do and you took off to where you knew the nearest village to be. You landed a few miles away from it, well aware that your parents would be furious beyond belief if you went into town and let your existence be known to humans. After all, your parents always did make a point of mentioning just how greedy and selfish humans tended to be.

You were a fool to not believe them. You were in your humanoid form - comparable with a human child of about eight or nine years - as you stepped into a clearing. The sound of sobbing echoed through the trees around you and your eyes fell onto a form hunched onto the floor in sobs. They looked similar to you, but a lot smoother, and without any horns or wings protruding out of their back. Honestly, they looked really strange, but your parents had described something similar to what you were seeing and they had said that these smooth wingless things were humans. Obviously, you were intrigued.

"Why are you crying?" you asked in your young, squeaky voice and the human jumped up, turning to look at you in shock. Their eyes widened even further at your appearance, but they seemed too shaken to properly realize what was going on.

"You-You're a - You're a dragon?" they finally stuttered out, their tears long forgotten. You couldn't help but giggle, of course, you were a dragon, what else were you supposed to be?

"Yes I am, and you're a human, right?" you asked and they only responded by nodding, "then why were you crying, human?"

"I-" They seemed to question their reality for a second, probably wondering if they should tell a random little dragon-hybrid their sorrows, but they responded nonetheless, "My mother... She's very ill and I don't have the money to buy the medicine she needs, I fear that she'll pass away soon and then I will be all alone in the world."

As their tears build up again, you feel yourself sympathize with the human. Sure, you had your parents, but they were travelling all of the time, leaving you to your own devices and even your siblings had been allowed to leave the nest and make a way of their own, it was just you who was kept alone in the cave under the pretence of protection. So you very well knew how it felt to be alone, to be lonely. And so you knew that if you could do something against someone else feeling like that, then you would.

"I can help you!" you exclaimed excitedly at the thought of doing something good.

"What? How?" the human - you decided that if humans were at all similar to your own kin then they must have been a man - asked, completely perplexed as you walked towards him, stopping just a step away.

"It's my gift, I can bring fortune to people, I can help you make the money you need for the medicine," you were smiling brightly now, but the human still seemed confused. 'How,' he just asked and you told him to kneel down. Usually, your presence alone was enough to attract riches and riches beyond most people's dreams, but you knew that if you wanted to help someone attract fortune without being near them, you had to use a different tactic. And so, once the man had knelt down, you pressed a kiss to his forehead and a shimmer of silver light sparkled over his face - the same silver of your scales.

After that you left for home, but before you could take off the human called out to you: "What's your name? Will I see you again?"

"I'm Y/N - and I don't know, I hope so," you responded as you took flight and the last thing they shouted to you before the distance was too large to hear them was that their name was Layton Malfoy.

After that, you used every chance you had to fly to that clearing where Layton was usually already waiting for you - he'd tell you all these amazing stories of his life and he'd entertain you, trying to be your best friend. At least you thought that was all he wanted. What you didn't realize was that slowly but surely he was trying to keep you by his side longer and longer, always finding another reason as to why you should stay, telling you how your parents were using you, about how they weren't these amazing dragons that you thought them to be. And maybe because you were just a lonely child who was just desperate for the attention or maybe because Layton was your first friend and you didn't believe friends would lie to each other, you believed him. And so after he kept telling you all these things about how he was the one who would actually protect you, about how he'd finally let you live a normal life, you left the clearing with him towards his home town - thinking about how you'd return home one day and tell your parents about how wrong they were about humans and about all the great things you lived through.

You never returned home though, in fact, you never saw your parents again. Decades later - you were now comparable to a human teenager - Layton's grandchildren had told you that the dragon-hybrids had been declared extinct after they had been hunted for their powers and their horns. The Malfoy heir told you that he was so happy that his grandfather had 'taken you in' and how the entire family just felt thankful that you hadn't been hunted as well. He elected to ignore the fact that you were shackled to a wall in a secret Cellar below their large estate - possible only because they had you locked away to attract them money,.

After finding out about the cruel fate of your kin, you shifted into your dragon form attempting to not give the Malfoy any sense of result by responding to them or even just paying attention to them. You rolled into yourself, closed your eyes and stopped things but eat, drink and sleep. No matter how often the ever-evolving generations of Malfoys tried to get you to interact with them, you just stayed silent. Honestly, you were surprised that after decades of silence, they still tried to talk to you - wasn't your presence in their cellar enough? You were still attracting fortune for them, what more did they want? Over the years they tried to get you out of your shell by decorating your cellar with numerous pillows and blankets and things that dragons loved in their hord. Your Chamber probably had more money, jewels and riches in it than their bank account. And yet, as much as you secretly appreciated your new horde, you stayed silent.

At least until a new Malfoy was born and old enough to come down to you on his own. Lucius was just a child when he saw you for the first time lying curled into yourself in your pile of riches and pillows and blankets, but even he could see the sadness in your form. And so he tried to talk to you, but like his parents and grandparents had told him, the dragon in their cellar did not talk. But he didn't stop, he told you about how he thought the family had enough money already, about how he thought they should let you free and how you'd be able to breathe fresh air again once he became the patriarch of the family. Maybe it was the earnestness in his voice or the fact that he reminded you of yourself when you were a hatchling, still trusting in the world around you, but you caved and you shifted for the first time in what must have been over 100 years.

It was safe to say Lucius was ecstatic and the two of you soon became close. You talked to him and him only, and he enjoyed it immensely. He tried to spend as much time as possible down with you and was so close to you that you actually let him nap with you in your horde (he always got to lie on the parts with lots of pillows and blankets, because you knew humans were a lot more sensitive than you). And as he grew older you tried to remind him of his promise and at first he agreed, but the older he grew the more unsure he seemed. Still, he agreed - probably knowing that you'd stop your friendship with him once you realized that he didn't intend to keep his promise anymore.

It was only once he came down, dressed all in black, now an adult with his own child, telling you that his father Abraxas had passed because of a case of Dragon Pox - a cruel wink of fate as you couldn't help but think - that you excitedly ran towards the bars of your cage, believing that you'd finally be let out of this horrible prison. Only that Lucius didn't open the door. 'Why?' you asked him, silver streaks of tears streaming down your cheeks, 'Don't you have enough Fortune? Is the money really worth it?'.

"It was never about the money, at least not for me if it was just that I would let you go in a heartbeat, but I know that the second I let you out you'll be gone. You'll leave me behind, here without you, and I don't think I can do that Y/N. I need to know that you're here, safe, where I always know you're well cared for. I hope one day you'll be able to forgive me - even if I'm not there to experience it."

That was the day you realized that Lucius and Narcissa - and after his son Draco as well - would never let you go. They did try to make your living 'situation' more comfortable, changing out the bars to your cave with an actual door after putting enough spells on you to keep you from ever leaving the premises of their mansion, keeping you from kind of violence against them and keeping alerting them should you ever be in any kind of distress or danger. Soon they had integrated you into their everyday life, treating you like a child to be protected and not like you've had lived longer than they could ever imagine. Even Draco - who grew up with you as a constant in his life - developed the same sense of protectiveness that his parents had, as if he wasn't a literal child, and when it was time for him to leave for Hogwarts he insisted you writing him at least once a week, because otherwise he was sure he'd go insane with worry (at least that was what he said).

And so, while for a few decades, you had actually thought freedom was close, you soon realized that you had just switched one prison against a slightly more glamorous one - and it seemed that as long as there were Malfoys, you'd never be able to escape it.

A/N: This is based on another great idea by @sol565 so I wanna give them a big thanks and a big shoutout ❤️❤️❤️

#yandere #writetober #x reader #dark content #tw: yandere #platonic yandere #tw: kidnapping #platonic #yandere harry potter #yandere malfoy family #yandere lucius malfoy #yandere draco malfoy #harry potter x reader #draco malfoy x reader #lucius malfoy x reader #platonic yandere harry potter #platonic yandere mafloy #hogwarts x reader #platonix yandere hogwarts #dragon!reader #tw: imprissonment #narcissa malfoy

[basiatlu]

Day 27: Costume

Pansy and Hermione decide to set up our boys in a special couple’s costume for the Halloween party - unbeknownst to them, of course.

#I think Harry makes a fine Tarzan #now I want to draw them in every Disney pair imagineable #Draco thought he was going as Belle and Pansy was going to be his ’Beast’ie #he’s only watched the movie with Prince Eric and the Mulan movie so far #the ones with the handsome dark haired men yes ahem #Harry wanted to be Milo from Atlantis #next year deary #art #drawing #sketch #artists on tumblr #harry potter #drarry #draco malfoy #harry in shorts #hp art #boshhptober2023 #comics #costume #Halloween #hpdm #boshdraws

[spearmintsmut]

DM Smut coming

OK OK posting the first part of my Draco fic?? Don't know how long it will be - it was only supposed to be a oneshot but ended up longer.

Angst, smut (probably in the next part) and eventual fluff.

First work in years so be nice pleasee

#draco smut #draco malfoy #draco x reader #ao3 #fanfic #draco angst #stepcest draco #hp smut #Dark!Draco

[callmeleobaby]

Taunting.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! 18+

TW: adopted-cest, CNC, Vaginal sex, oral (f) receiving, breeding, degrading, and tw definitely not canon Draco.

Draco Malfoy x Fem! Reader SMUT

How could he possibly ignore her when she was practically begging to be looked at? Draco's thoughts plagued him, his family surrounded the table as they all listened to the Dark Lord spew his thoughts & rants though Draco never listened.

His eyes remained on the pretty Y/N, his little ‘sister’ Though she was adopted years ago, they still insisted that she was his sister. Draco didn't mind, he didn't mind at all that he got to watch the girl prance around their home in scald clothing. Almost teasing Draco, asking how much self-control did he have. He could barely focus then, now that she was dressed in that pretty little dress that showed off her perfect little waist, Merlin couldn't help him now.

Draco stare bored holes into Y/N’s head, she turned her eyes from Voldermort to her brother, who just smirked at her, giving her a small wink. Y/N smiled slightly at him, and Draco knew he needed to get that dress off of her. The thought of her staring at him with those pretty little eyes made him strain against his black pants, he quietly got up. Excusing himself, he looked at Y/N almost signaling her, and what a smart girl she was. She quickly stood and gracefully excused herself as well.

Draco quickly rushed upstairs, followed by Y/N. The two made it upstairs, the corridors were cold and dark. As Y/N was about to inquire about what was wrong, Draco pushed her up against the wall, breathing her in.

Y/N let out a meek noise, trapped between the wall and Draco’s body. He smelt like an expensive cologne, he looked down at her as she didn't dare make eye contact with him.

“What… are you doing?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Draco’s hand went to her hip, pressing himself onto her lower stomach.

Draco chuckled darkly, “Are you really shocked, darling?” His voice seemed more strained than normal, “Walking around in that, you're practically begging for it.” He raised his hand to her chin, forcing her to look at him. “I’m talking to you, Y/N, look at me when I do.” His voice was low, almost venomous.

“How rude.” Y/N softly muttered, her hands on his chest, slightly pushing him off. “You dare speak to me like that? You’re my brother for Merlin sake.”

Draco’s hand that lay on her thigh slowly went up, ignoring her complaints. His icy eyes filled with lust, his mouth slightly agape as he touched her panties.

“Merlin, Y/N, how could you be mad at me when you're dripping? Such a pervert.” Draco laughed, Y/N blushed trying to push him off.

Y/N used her strength to completely get him off. “I’ll scream for Father, get away from me!” She whispered-yelled, quickly walking back down the stairs before she took the second step down, Draco grabbed her wrist roughly.

He quickly pushed her down to the floor, holding her mouth, straddling her. “You’ll enjoy this, trust me.” Draco left his pale hand on her mouth, the other hand fumbling with his suit pants. Though, Y/N was a force to be reckoned with. Biting his hand roughly. Draco gasped, pulling his hand away quickly, Y/N didn't scream though, as he examined his hands. “Little bitch!” He slapped her, not hard but not exactly light. Y/N quickly teared up, her cheek a bit red.

“I hate you!” Y/N attempted to wiggle from under him. Draco rolled his eyes, his sly hand going under her dress. Ripping her underwear off, Y/N gasped at that and her face turned red with anger. “I swear to Merlin, I’ll scream!”

“Yet you haven't.” Pulling his throbbing cock out, “I was willing to go to my bedroom, make this a bit more comfortable for you.” Draco pumped himself a few times; looking down at her body. Y/N eyes widened at the view she had, clenching her thighs shut. “But, you don't deserve that, fuckin’ bitch.” With that, in one fluid motion, Draco thrusted deeply into her.

Y/N cried out, Draco quickly hushed her with a harsh slap. The warmth of her pussy made him melt and the tightness of it was basically milking him. Draco couldn't help but moan, grabbing her hair as his eyes closed. He couldn't help but give it another thrust, and another until the sound of slapping was filing the corridor.

Y/N didn't want to give in, didn't want to admit defeat but a hefty whine left her lips as he rubbed her clit. Draco felt proud of himself, “Slut, enjoying your brother's cock, yeah?”

Y/N didn't answer as she used her legs to push him deep inside of her, “Want me to fill you up, huh?” Draco leaned to her ear, rubbing her clit steadily as he harshly snapped his hips into her. Y/N nodded helplessly, unable to deny her needs any longer. “Say it.” He softly bit her ear lobe.

Her moans came before her voice as she groaned, “Dr… Please!” It came out louder than she intended, “Please.” She could finally get out.

“Mmm…” Draco felt his stomach tighten, “I’ll take that, only because you're being so good to me. Not screaming or anything.” He praised, quickly kissing her lips. Y/N bit his bottom lip, hard, though Draco loved it.

Blood was Y/N could taste as she sucked his bottom lip, almost soothing her. Draco moaned and pulled away, grabbing her neck as his hips stuttered. He couldn't help it, her cunt begged for it.

“Let me get you pregnant, God, let me cum inside that pretty pussy, yeah?” Draco begged; his thoughts only of her swollen and filled, carrying his heir. Y/N only let out a whimper in response.

Draco bucked his hips inside of her, leaning down to kiss her, sweat dripping from his hair as he came deep inside of her. His muscles locked up, and his entire body shook in response. Moaning and groans came from the blonde boy. Y/N gave one final whimper, as he pulled out.

He breathed heavily, his eyes like a predator looking at prey. He smirked down at her as his chest went up & down rapidly. His muscular hands landed on her bare thighs, leaning down toward her cunt.

“Don’t think I was gonna make you cum, huh? Think I'm that bad in bed; you’d love that, wouldn't you?” He taunted, then licked her cunt from bottom to top, a long and taunting lick.

“F-uck you!” She breathed out as he sucked her clit, abusing the bundle of nerves.

Draco lightly grazed his teeth, her hands went to his blonde hair and pulled it slightly; he groaned. He saw his cum dripping out of her, he brought his hand towards her mouth. Y/N didn't need directions as she sucked his fingers. Draco took his fingers and trusted them into her, pushing all his cum back inside of her. His tongue quickly went back to her clit, Kitty licking.

It didn't take long for Y/N's eyes to roll into the back of her skull. Letting out a pornstar moan, her pussy clenching around Draco’s fingers. He continued to lick and thrust his fingers inside her until her orgasm was over.

Draco sucked his fingers, the salty and sweet taste of her & his cum filled his mouth, bringing a smile to his face. He sat next to her, putting his cock back inside his pants, his hair soaked and mouth puffy and wet. Y/N looked over at him, with cloudy eyes.

“You were asking for it.” He muttered, smirking. Y/N curled up to him, he rubbed her hair. “I’m sorry for hitting you, baby.” His voice was loving, as he stroked her tear-stained cheek.

“…It’s okay.” Her voice croaked, as she looked up at him. Draco gave a real smile, his canines showing.

“Good Girl.”

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This is my first smut I've written on here, it's not GREAT. Hopefully, you enjoyed it, if I made any mistakes or anything, let me know! Thank you.

- it’s Leo!

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #smut #draco malfoy smut #hogwarts fanfiction #hogwarts au #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #dark lord #inncorrect quotes #harry potter #the marauders #golden trio era #idk lmao #cnc k!nk #degrading k1nk

[corpsebibliophile]

#slytherin #aestetic #dark academia #chaotic academia #chaotic academic aesthetic #classical academia #dark academia aesthetic #dark academia moodboard #dark academic #chaotic academia moodboard #harry potter #harry potter aesthetic #slytherpride #slytherclaw #malfoy manor #draco lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy

[onyxmagica]

"Quit bothering me Malfoy, I'm busy."

"Yeah well, you should have thought of that before agreeing to become my Runes partner."

.

.

Tried my hand at a small gif haha, lmk what you think!

#dramione #dramione art #dramione fanart #hermione x draco #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #onyxmagic #library #dark academia #annoying malfoy #big hair dont care #i made a gif #hahahahahaa #8th year au

[ivmaruva]

Day 97

“Let The Dark In” Hermione portrait ff by @senlinyuwrites

Here’s a “timelapse” of this piece if you’re into that.

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[mxqdii]

Hi! Can you write something about how Mattheo or Theo would react to someone yelling and being really mean to y/n? It can be fluff or smut I will leave it to you❤️

what i was made for - m.s

pairings: mattheo riddle x reader

summary: mattheo comforting reader as she breaks down

warning(s): violence, comfort, mentions of killing curse, cursing, very sad ending (prepare yourself)

a/n: so originally, i was doing the request. but i ended up getting carried away with ideas.. and so if anybody wants me to make this a series i can !!

not proofread

it's been a really bad week.

everyone found out about my dad being a death eater, causing me to loose friends and people just viewing me differently

i get dirty look walking to class, whispering all around me, people gossiping and spreading lies.

it's hell

thankfully, i still have my friendgroup in slytherin, because at least they'll hear me out.

i also have my boyfriend mattheo

he's been nothing but sweet while everything has been chaos

he's helped me a lot, more then he'll ever know,

although, recently i've been more distant.

thing's have been getting harder, and i can't help but feel weak.

i don't want mattheo fighting all my battles for me, and also, it's just overall embarrassing

as i walk to potions, a group of girls stop in front of me.

i sigh, recognizing them instantly

they've been tormenting me this whole week

"what now" i say with a groan

"well, we just wanted to say we're sorry about what we said" one of the girls says and i keep my annoyed expression

"no you're not" i laugh

they all scoff and walk away, except one.

"go on now" i say, voice slightly raised.

"no, because you see.. they don't like you because of your dad, me on the other hand? i just don't like you." she says

i can't help but admit, her words caught me by surprise a bit.

"okay... why?" i say and she grins

"you don't remember me do you?"

i examine her face, trying to find the familiarity.

and then it hits me

"jasmine.." i mumble and she nods

jasmine was a girl in my class third year, she ended up leaving the school because of her ex.

"the look on your face? priceless. honestly, it was one of my reasons to come back" she says and i scoff

i see her tie her hair up

"you- you wanna fight me?!" i shout and she grins

"cmon, one way to settle this, you win? i'm gone, for good this time" she says nodding

next thing i know, jasmine is on the floor with a black eye and a broken nose.

i run back to the common room, getting stopped before i get there.

cormac.

"what happened? you finally get what you deserved?" he says, all his friends laughing

"fuck off" i say, trying to walk away

he grabs my wrist and i try to break out of his grasp but fail.

"let go of me!!" i shout, still trying to break free.

he abruptly lets go, making me fall.

him and his friends laugh and i stand up, tears filling my eyes.

i push him up against a wall, pointing my wand to his throat.

"you fucking mess with me again i'll avada kedavra your ass you understand?" i yell and he doesn't say anything, eyes widening

"do you understand??" i yell louder this time and he nods in fear

i loosen my grip, my wand now not being so pushed up against him, looking around i see all his friends looking at me terrified, looking the other direction i see mattheo.

i put my wand away, walking to my dorm, looking down the whole time.

closing my door, i break down completely.

i threatened someone with the killing curse

it hits me then suddenly,

i'm becoming just like my father.

i hear a knock on my door, not bothering to answer.

the door opens anyway, making me wipe my tears and any possible blood on my face

i'm met with mattheos soft gaze, the concern and worry in his eyes.

"get out!" i yell

"no" he says, walking closer to me

"mattheo.. GET OUT!!!" i shout

he's now inches away.

"get out, get out, get out." i say repeatedly, hitting his chest.

"let it out, it's okay" he mumbles softly

i eventually give up, just falling to my knees sobbing

he pulls me into a hug, stroking my hair.

after what feels like forever, but what was probably only a minute, i wipe my tears and sigh.

"sorry, i'm okay" i say sniffling

"stop telling me you're okay, you're not." he says and i look down in defeat.

"cmon" he says, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the bathroom

he grabs q-tips and hydrogen peroxide, cleaning the cuts on my face

the stinging doesn't phase me at this point, being too numb to really care.

"i'm becoming my father" i mumble and he stops his actions

"what? no you're not" he says and i scoff

"i threatened cormac with the killing curse mattheo, thats not something someone says in a civil conversation. i'd be surprised if i dont get expelled" i express

"i'll talk to mcgonagall about it okay?" he mumbles and i nod

after cleaning my wounds, we head into bed.

he wraps his arms around me, feeling overwhelmed by his warmth, i fall asleep.

i wake up in the middle of the night, gathering a sweater and my shoes.

i tiptoe out of my dorm to the astronomy tower.

i think about everything thats happened this past week

people finding out about my father, people hating me, threatning cormac.

it's that moment that a flip inside of me flips

a moment of clarity, realization.

i hear footsteps behind me, turning around and seeing the exact person i called for

"i'm ready" i say to him, walking closer.

in the end, all of this, it's all apart of the journey. because i am my father, and i couldn't come to terms with it before, but i am now, i can't deny destiny.

"you will be great, just as your father is." he says and i nod

"thank you, my lord" i say, looking at my wrist seeing the deatheater mark.

looking down at it, i smile, i feel complete.

i liked the power i had over cormac, the rush, the adrenaline. i liked fighting jasmine, that feeling of control.

about jasmine by the way, forgot to mention.. she was my ex. and she left because of me, she found out about my father and i told her to leave, and if she ever came back i'd have him kill her.

that was the start, where everything started going wrong.

i hear footsteps coming up the stairs, seeing mattheo.

"baby why'd you-" he starts speaking, but i notice his gaze shifting to my wrist

his eyes widen and fill with tears

"no... you didn't" he says in disbelief

"th-thats not fair.. i did what i was supposed to do..!" he shouts

i look at him in confusion

"i tried so hard, so hard. to make sure you never got the mark, i did everything, begged him not to" he explains

"mattheo, i did this, it was me."

the look on his face changes, changes to digust and shame.

"you wanted this?!?!" he shouts, tears falling down his face

"who.. who are you?" he cries, looking me up in down with that disgusted expression.

"mattheo.. think of how great we could be, we could be a team. do this together-" i start

"together? together?!?!" he yells

"you want me to- how long? how long have you been planning this?" he asks

"you don't want me to answer that mattheo." i say in honesty

"i hurt people mattheo, it's all i'm good at. i'm sorry you were the one to love me, when i told you not to, you should have listened" i added

"you were right, you are your father." he says in horror and i smile

"takes one to know one" i say, adding on a final goodbye,

"goodbye mattheo"

a/n: could make this into a potential series if anyone would want that, lmk!!

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