#draco just ask him out wtf
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BUY ME PRESENTS | draco malfoy
summary; draco loves you, and you love him. he just needs a little push to make things official. OR, draco malfoy fighting for his life when he realises just how much everyone wants his girl.
word count; 8928
notes; this is based on christmas eve, but I'm posted a couple days later! this fic puts us half way through our slytherin boy holidays! I'm not sure how the one I expected to be the shortest became the longest one so far. like, seriously, I know I keep saying this but wtf? why can't I write a short fic?
Dinner had already been served by the time you made it to the Grand Hall, the smells of roasted meats and seasoned potatoes filling the air, your mouth watering as you navigated between the throngs of people. Your seat had been saved, of course. A spot on the bench between Draco and Daphne, and as you neared, your friends noticed, smiles rising and waves in your direction.
Sinking into your seat, you pressed a kiss to the cheek of the blond boy beside you, his face tipping up to receive it and lips twisting into a smile, attention moving to you as you sat.
“Good day?”
“Better now that it’s over.” You smiled, a chuckle falling from him, and his hand came to rest upon your thigh, squeezing comfortingly while you helped yourself to a plate of whatever food was left. “What are we talking about, what did I miss?”
“Not much. Just Theo telling us all about Christmas in Italy.” Mattheo rolled his eyes, as though you all hadn't heard this exact same speech since that very first Christmas you’d become friends. Most of the group seemed to have simply tuned it out, laughing and nodding at the correct times as they whispered their own conversations.
A swipe of a thumb over your thigh as you finished filling your plate with food, and you shifted your attention to Draco. “So, what are your Christmas plans, Dray?”
Shuffling a little bit closer now that your plate was full, his arm moved to lay across your shoulders instead, letting you snuggle up into his side. “Oh, you know, the usual.”
He smiled, and your world seemed to get a little bit brighter, his lips brushing your hairline as he left a barely-present kiss there.
“Typical Malfoy-family Christmas. I get to do the tour with my parents, visiting every other rich-arsehole couple they know. Christmas Eve party. The pleasure of my father’s annual ‘you’re growing up now, son, it’s time to get serious about the world’ over the dinner table on Christmas Day. Open some presents I don’t want, on a schedule I don’t like.” He sighed, clearly used to it by now, but it didn’t make it sound any less awful.
“Well,” You smile, nudging him playfully with your elbow. “Maybe we could write to one another, or even get a little visit in?”
The hope in your voice was evident, and Pansy gave you an encouraging smile across the table. You’d been meaning to ask Draco this question for weeks now, and your last chance had been fast approaching. Since the summer, you and Draco had been hooking up. It was no secret among your friends, or even the students; your affections for one another were hardly contained, but it wasn't official.
You wanted the labels, the security, and the safety of knowing that he was yours and you were his, and nobody else could come between you. You wanted to be introduced to his parents, be his date at events, to have him be proud to call you his girl. But Draco had been hesitant, avoiding every conversation that might inch into the ‘so, what are we?’ territory, keeping a safe distance from any kind of real commitment.
It wasn’t enough for you anymore, not by a long shot, but trying to talk to Draco about it only ended up with him shutting it down, or skilfully diverting the conversation and you were growing tired of his games.
Draco only made a vague noise, neither an agreement nor disagreement, and looked away from you as he picked up his drink to take a sip. “I don’t know… maybe. I can get pretty busy over the holidays, I’d hate to let you down.”
Another skill of his, making it seem like cancelling or delaying or not doing something at all was your idea. He was clearly hoping you’d brush it off, and tell him not to worry about it, but instead, you kept quiet. Not giving him the satisfaction of any easy win, this time.
Pansy caught your eye across the table, shaking her head disapprovingly, and shooting a glare at an oblivious Draco. She had been your confidant these last few months, every update and development in your situationship, she’d been informed of. Every decision, she’d been a part of. She was practically as invested as you were, at this point, and she certainly did not approve of his nonchalant behaviour either.
“Speaking of parties,” Mattheo cut Theo off, clearly having had enough of the annual rehashing of ‘that one Christmas when Theo was eight’ for today, and changing the subject, “Who’s got their dates sorted for the Malfoy Christmas Eve Ball, and who’s daring to go solo and have Narcissa set them up like a matchmaker all night long?”
Chuckles rang out among the group, and Pansy smiled, leaning into Blaise’s side with a love-struck grin. “I think we’re safe this year.”
“I’m going solo, but, I did tell Aunty Cissa that I have my eye on a girl in one of my classes, and I’m seeing how it plays out. So, she’s not setting me up anytime soon, since she believes I’m already onto someone.” Enzo smirked, and Blaise congratulated him for his clever tactics.
You smirked through your mouthful of food, listening to Mattheo explain his complex excuse, to Reggie mournfully spill the story of how he’s already been set up by his parents witha ‘potential bride to meet’, and how he hopes she doesn’t show up. You laugh with the others as Tom simply raises an eyebrow, knowing that even Narcissa doesn’t attempt to set him up anymore, lest he scare away any more of her friends’ daughters. Theo, ever the player he is, is looking forward to dancing with every single lady he can find, and taking his pick at the end of the night.
“I suppose nobody needs to ask Draco who his date will be.” Mattheo grins, wiggling his brows at the pair of you as you smile, leaning a little further into the man at your side.
“Hey, who knows?” He chortles, and your eyes narrow a little, “I’ve had plenty of offers. I haven’t made up my mind yet.”
“Oooh.” Enzo’s eyes went wide, the other boys joining in, and Pansy fixed him with a glare. Daphne leaned around you with her jaw dropped at his statement, and you sat up from his embrace, lips pressed flat and a brow raised.
The boys snickered, ‘he’s in shit’ and ‘someone’s in the doghouse’, but he lived for the spotlight, a drama queen at heart, and he smirked down at you.
“Oh, c’mon. Don’t look at me like that, babe.” The playful nickname was one he only ever used when joking around. When he was sincere, he was much more romantic; darling, sweetheart, beautiful. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hi mum, hello father, meet the girl I’m skipping class to shag! Thanks for paying my tuition!’, I don’t think so.”
The boys all laughed, Daphne scoffed in sync with her sister behind you, and Pansy looked like she’d lunge across the table at any moment, if it wasn’t for her chastising Blaise for laughing, instead. ‘You and Draco can share that couch you’ll both be sleeping on tonight’, she’d said. ‘See how funny you think it is then’.
The words stung as he spoke them, dismantling your relationship down to the bare minimum; to sex and physical connection and nothing else. Like the nights spent talking until the sun came up were nothing, the times you’d held him while he cried, or washed him in the bath when he was so exhausted he could barely keep his eyes open. Like he didn’t rub your stomach for hours every month when you got cramps, or had a stash of your favourite snacks in his bedside table for whenever you came over.
You knew that Draco Malfoy lived you, just as much as you loved him. It was evident in everything he did, every kiss and every word. But, he needed a little push.
“I suppose you’re right,” You sigh lightly, giggling along with the laughing boys around the table. “I’m not so sure Lucius wouldn't burst a blood vessel then and there.”
“Exactly.” Draco hummed, and you glanced back to Pansy. She was shocked, only for a second, before taking in the subtle signs of mischief on your face. Her own smirk stretched out in return, and her gaze flickered once to Draco, before back to you.
A new game was afoot, and Draco wasn’t going to stand a chance.
Slipping your coat from your shoulders, the annual Malfoy Christmas Eve Ball was well underway. Your parents had disappeared into the crowds before you’d even stepped out of the carriage, uncaring of where you were as long as you weren’t causing trouble. They were here to mingle with the other importants, and you were just here to learn the ropes of proper socialising.
The garment was taken from you, your small bag clutched in hand as a ticket was given to you for it, and you brushed down the front of your dress delicately. Pearls moved under your touch, beading along the bodice flat and perfected, and you felt your confidence rise as you looked at yourself once more in the reflection of a dark window. Adjusting the small lace gloves on each hand, you took a step towards the dining room.
Elegant music was playing from a live band up on a stage, the room was decorated this year to look like a winter escape. Pale and frosty, like a palace of ice, twinkling lights and glittering decor, crisp white tablecloths and ice sculptures. A layer of goosebumps travelled along your skin at the sight of it all, despite the warming charms that took place for the guests.
Scanning the room, you quickly found your table. The designated kids table, despite you all being legal adults and far beyond such status. You’d all be the babies of the ball until the new generation emerged, no doubt. Moving through the bodies and crowds of people politely, Theo was the first to glance up and spot you, his mouth falling open, and a rush of confidence took over as he raised two fingers to his lips and whistled.
The sound caught the attention of the others’ chatter fading to quiet as they all turned to look for the object of his cat-calling, Enzo’s eyes widened, Pansy cheered loudly, and even Mattheo looked momentarily speechless. You’d had the same reaction when you’d seen yourself in the dress too, your stylist had truly outdone herself for this one.
You looked flawless, and you looked expensive, and utterly elegant. Doing a little spin as you approached, a smile broke free on your lips as you stopped before the chair with your name card before it.
“Merlin, babe,” Pansy started, drawing your attention straight her her, “You’ve got every eye on you tonight. If I was single, I’d be all over you.”
She winked when you laughed, and Blaise rolled his eyes but smiled, leaning in to kiss her cheek affectionately.
“Pretty necklace,” She commented, and your fingers rose to the pretty string of pearls and diamonds that you had.
“It was a gift,” You simply hummed, tugging at your gloves. Glancing at the others, you gave each a polite smile, eyes lingering on Draco as he stared. In any other style, this dress would be scandalous for an event like this. A low neckline, spaghetti straps, no sleeves. Tight and fitted to every curve of your body, and yet the classic designs and vintage nature elevated it to the kind of class Audrey Hepburn would be proud of.
He looked just as good, a dark suit, a fresh white shirt, a champagne-coloured tie that made the colour of his eyes and his hair stand out and your mouth dried out a little. Silver rings adorned his fingers, the Malfoy signet standing out, clenched so tightly around his whiskey glass that his knuckles were almost white.
You’d worn soft, golden makeup effects today, a dusting of glitter along your cheekbones and eyelids, a shade of pink on your cheeks and lips that you knew was his weakness.
“Someone really wanted your attention with that, huh?” Your best friend teased, and your eyes snapped away from Draco, back to her.
“I suppose so,” You muse, hand coming up to touch one of the beads on your ear, “Since they also got me this lovely pair of matching earrings.”
Pansy made a dramatic show of admiring them, and Blaise gave a funny look, glancing at the jewellery, and then back at Draco, who was frowning. Before you could reach for your chair after placing your clutch down, Enzo was shooting to his feet from beside you, tugging out the chair for you.
Draco scoffed as you gave him a thank you, settling into your seat, and he glared at the man beside you. Enzo didn’t flinch, however, smirking at Draco as he spoke;
“What? It’s called being a gentleman, cousin.”
Crossing your leg delicately, you’d hardly even removed your gloves, before a tray was coming down by your side, and a young waiter with a dazzling smile was looking right at you.
“Champagne, ma’am?” Not a planned pawn in your game, but a welcome addition, you smiled sweetly in return.
“Oh, I’d love some. Thank you.” Taking the single glass by the stem, you lifted it from the tray and the man’s smile stretched wider as you sipped the bubbly, holding his eye.
“Of course, miss. If you need anything, anything at all, I’ll be at the bar, happy to serve.” His flirting was heavy enough that normally you’d want to roll your eyes, but tonight, you suppressed that urge, playing into it as you bat your lashes.
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Thank you.”
He took the dismissal, staring appreciatively as he walked away, another look over his shoulder to you as you watched him go.
“Stop eye-fucking the help.” Draco snapped, and your focus moved to him slowly, just to find his icy glare on you. He didn’t scare you, though, all that mean bravado, but you knew what was underneath.
“I was doing no such thing.” You tut, placing down your drink. “Don’t be jealous, Dray. You look even better in that suit. If you want compliments, just ask. No need to be mean.”
He seemed rather placated by this, his ego settling down, even if the others did laugh at him.
The conversation seemed to continue around you as you settled in, avoiding Draco’s heated stare and sipping at your champagne. The rush of warming alcohol through your veins settled every dancing nerve, and gave you the calm confidence to do what you had planned. Sitting forwards, just enough, you angled your body so that Draco might have the perfect view over your cleavage as you feigned interest in the chatter around you.
He took the bait, his gaze falling right where you wanted it, the gems of your necklace dangling just over the swell of your breasts, and he licked his lower lip, pulling it between his teeth.
Raising your hands and catching the swinging gem, you toyed with it carefully, letting it run over your fingers. Time melted away as Draco’s gaze flicked between your nimble touch, your lips, and your chest, shuffling in his seat every so often, and gulping at the bubbly in his glass.
He was on his third refill by the time food started to be taken around, and you took pity on him momentarily, sitting back in your chair and angling away from him, ready to receive your first course.
As the starters came around, you turned to thank your waiter, surprised to see it was the same man from the bar who had brought you your champagne. You’d given him little thought since he’d walked away, and you’d never spotted him again, but perhaps that was exactly why he was delivering your food now, as he beamed at you and set down the plate.
Men did love a little attention, after all.
Reaching for the bottle of champagne cooling in the centre of the table, the waiter never looked away from you as he refilled your glass without being asked. Draco finally seemed to notice as he finished adjusting his napkin, gaze narrowing on the man serving you. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” He muttered.
You pretended to take no notice, smiling at the man and waving your fingers flirtily as he walked away.
“I’m going to get another drink at the bar,” He announced, leaving without his glass and without asking if anyone else wanted one. You knew where he was truly going, if the lock of his jaw and the stamp in his step were any indication. You doubted you’d be seeing that waiter again.
As you poked at your food, Pansy excused herself too, only a few bites into her meal before she disappeared with a wicked grin and no explanation to anyone. Enzo just chuckled beside you, glancing around the room like he was watching all the cogs of a machine in motion, before turning his gaze on you. “You do look lovely tonight, do you know that?”
“Of course I do. I spent days on end trying on dress after dress to find this.” You sighed, admiring the gorgeous piece of art on your body as you set your cutlery down.
“And is it serving the purpose you need it to?” He teased, voice knowing, and you nodded. Flicking your gaze over the patrons and guests in the room, you searched for Draco, finding him talking politely to one of his mother’s friends at the bar.
“It is, I think.”
“Let’s hope it stays that way.” He whispered, your focus still on the man who truly held your heart, who was making his polite excuse and walking way, back towards you all. His gaze locked on yours, only for a second, before Pansy was calling your name and drawing your focus elsewhere.
When you looked up to her, she was grinning, a man by her side. “This is Elliot, he’s been wanting to meet you for some time. I promised him I’d introduce you both tonight.”
You offered the best smile you could as his cheeks reddened, and Pansy merely patted him on the shoulder, slinking away as you offered your hand to him. “Lovely to meet you, Elliot.”
“You too. As embarrassing as that introduction was, it’s true. I have wanted to meet you for some time.” He had a kind smile and pretty eyes, and he seemed far too nice to be dragged into your game tonight, but he seemed almost like a willing participant, and you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. As Draco took his seat, Elliot continued, “Pansy has told me so much about you. You know, if you’re free one day before you go back to that fancy boarding school of yours, I’d love to take you out.”
“Yeah? What have you got in mind?” You smile, twisting a little more to face him, and your encouragement only brightens his expression as Draco’s darkens in your peripheral.
“A night in London, perhaps. We could get dinner, and see the opera?”
“She doesn’t like the opera.” Draco sneered, openly staring at Elliot with enough contempt to scare away lesser men. Elliot tugged at his collar, glancing at Draco, and then back to you as you tried to hide your shock at his behaviour.
“The theatre, then?”
Draco looked ready to snap again, and before he could, you nodded, sparing your unwilling partner. “That sounds wonderful, I’ll see what my schedule says. I’ll get in touch with you through Pansy if I can find the time, is that okay?”
“Perfect.” He smiled, sneaking another wary glance at Draco who was not backing down from glaring at him unflinchingly, but Elliot shook it off, bravely. “It was a pleasure to meet you, truly.”
“And you, Elliot.”
Soon after he left, the plates were being cleared. You tried not to smirk as a different waiter, and one who very pointedly did not so much as even catch your gaze, cleared your dishes away at record speed.
You knew that Draco had something, everything, to do with that. He was jealous by nature, a spoilt single child who did not like to share his favourite toys, and that is exactly what you were betting on tonight.
You stood, taking a lap around the room with Pansy to settle your food before the next course, and to get another drink. She took the opportunity to fill you in on how her first Christmas event with Blaise’s family had gone, and when you returned, you made sure to surreptitiously place yourself behind Draco’s chair.
You placed a hand on his shoulder, a friendly gesture, squeezing and rubbing enough that your thumb swept over his collar and across his neck. His pulse jumped under your touch, and he tipped his head closer, into your touch.
As he did so, your heart leapt in your chest. To others, it might look like a friendly gesture but to you, it meant so much more. You were tempted to cave then and there, to live with this being enough, to settle, but you couldn't. You didn’t want this to be it, you wanted to follow this by leaning down to kiss him, to have him smile against your lips in public the way he did when you were alone.
To arrive at these events together, arms linked, and to stumble out tiredly together too. To sit by him, his hand on your thigh, to rest your head on his shoulder, to kiss him on the dance floor. The thought was enough to push you through.
He twisted his head, to kiss your hand like he often did when you did this. Carefully, you slipped your hand away just in time, knuckles brushing across the nape of his neck as you stepped away, and back to your seat.
His sights moved to you, but like a saving grace, the servers began to appear with more dishes, and dinner soon distracted you all. A delicious serving of salmon and potatoes, and the hall fell quiet enough for you to hear the beautiful music playing when chatter fell low.
Low conversation, drinks refilled, and that perfect mood set across the room, as people took to the tables and quieted down. Your favourite part of the night, usually. Good food, your friends, and a chance to catch up without the usual weight of it all sitting on you. Regulus was talking, telling the rare story that had him caught up in a long conversation where he usually just observed quietly, but your attention was fixed on your lover.
Until, Theo spoke up.
“Oh, merda,” He muttered across Reggie’s’ story, his gaze cutting to you alarmingly quickly. “I forgot to tell you.”
“Tell me what?” Your heart skipped a beat, a flash of panic.
“My cousin flew in last minute for the party, and he wants to speak to you.” Theo’s words soothed your panic, and you offered him a flat look for the dramatic way he’d put it. Taking a sip from your glass, you raised a brow.
“When?”
“Now.” He confirmed, sights lifting to sit just behind you, and before you could even turn, a chair was being pulled up beside your own from another table. Turning your head to the owner, a smile burst across your face at the man sitting before you.
“Dario!” Your arms were around his neck before you could stop yourself, and he was chuckling as he bundled you into an equally enthusiastic hug. He chuckled lightly, pulling back only far enough to press a friendly kiss to your cheek, and you cupped his face as you parted from him. “You’re growing a beard!”
“My mother hates it.” He chuckled, rubbing a hand over it. As you twisted a little more towards him, he reached down, practically manhandling you as he reached for the edge of your seat by your legs, tugging it sideways to face him. You squealed as the chair jolted, screeching on the floor, tugging you closer as he leaned in. “Sei incantevole.”
“Are you charming me in Italian?” You smirk, a boyish smile on his face as he lounged back in his seat. “What are you doing here, anyway? Theo said none of you were flying in this year! I thought you couldn't make it.”
“I couldn't,” He sighed, shrugging, “But, then I heard that you would be here, without a date, and I knew I just had to make it. So, here I am, la mia bella donna. You think a short flight from Italy would stop me rushing over here to you?”
Your giggle was against your control. Even if he was more like family than a romantic interest, the way his accent twisted around coyly spoken words, was enough to bring a blush to even the most unreceptive woman’s face. “Cut it out, you flirt.”
“You’ll save me a dance later, right?”
“We’ll see.” He rose his brow, and you lifted your glass, taking a sip of bubbly to hide your smile, leaving him hanging. “Depends on how much more of your cheesy flirting I can endure.”
“You mean my wonderful Italian charm?” He teased, pinching one of your cheeks, and deepening the flush he had already created. “Don’t think I don’t see the way I make you blush.
You could only scoff, mouth dry as you tried to think of a retort, and you didn’t miss Theo muttering in Italian behind you, curse words you’d picked up on tumbling from his mouth.
“Perhaps this can convince you,” Dario reaches for his inner pocket, producing a small, slim box. An excited squeak breaks from you as he hands it over, your fingers brushing the elegant leather, an Italian name embossed across the front. “Open it later, alright?”
You could only nod, admiring it happily, before slipping the box safely inside of your clutch. He took your hand, kissing your knuckles as he stood. A final wink as he offered you hid charming goodbyes, and a farewell to the rest of the table, before returning his borrowed chair to where he had taken it from.
You watched as your friend left, disappearing into the crowd, no doubt to mingle and socialise as he had always been so good at, before you swung back around in your chair.
“He taught you everything you know, huh, Nott?”
Theo only shrugged, a cheeky grin on his face. “What can I say, tesoro? We Nott men just have charm. We’ll woo your panties right off.” He winked, the cockiness not lasting long as Draco swung at him, a fist landing roughly on his arm as the Malfoy heir scowled, glaring at his best friend.
“Cut it out.” He growled the words through gritted teeth, and your hand shot up, rubbing at your lip to hide your grin as Draco made no effort to hide his own emotions. Theo only laughed, rubbing at the patch on his arm he’d taken the hit.
Dessert was served, a beautiful display of ice cream and winter berries that almost looked too good to eat. The key word being almost. You hadn't been able to resist, however, and the first small groan you’d let out as the sugar hit your tongue had Draco’s gaze snapping straight to you. I did not leave, once, after.
Instead, he watched, through a dark gaze, every curl of your lips around the spoon, every swipe of your tongue to catch the juice of burst berries. If you’d put on a little extra show, just for him, nobody else had to know.
It was like he was staring right into your soul, so intense, even after the meal was long since finished. Finally, you indulged him once again, turning to look at him and raising a brow. “Yes, Draco?”
“You look beautiful tonight, I am simply admiring.” He let his gaze move across you slowly, making his admiration apparent, and his gaze lingered a fraction of a second longer on your neck. He stared at you with open adoration, the kind of look that told you exactly how he felt, even if he was fighting it, but he was close to breaking. He was close to losing this game he didn’t know he was playing. Then, his gaze flickered over your shoulder, sweet observation morphing. His brows drew together, his open hand slamming down on the table hard enough to make the glass rattle. “Oh, fucking hell…”
Mattheo erupted with sudden laughter, loud and brash, and there was a tap on your shoulder before you could even ask him what had him in such hysterics. A young man you did not know, perhaps a few years younger than you, and glanced around the table to see which of your friends had put this one together. Each seemed to have caught on in their own time, and had a hand in adding to the fun, to watch Draco suffer more, but none of them were laying any claim to this one.
“I’ve been watching you all evening, and you are beautiful.” He smiled, stuttering over his words slightly, and Draco made no shy show of his disdain, rolling his eyes and making a disapproving sound. “I was wondering if you might grant me the pleasure of a dance?”
“She would dance with you,” Enzo interrupted, before you could speak at all, leaning forward toward the edge of your chair from his own, and you could have kissed him in gratitude for saving you. “But, she promised me her first dance. Isn’t that right, love? And I think now is the perfect time. Let’s go.”
Offering you his hand, you took it, letting him sweep you away without a second’s delay, navigating you both to the dance floor and twirling you expertly into his arms. One hand clasped your own, the other sitting at a respectable place on your waist, your own on his shoulder, and he fell into the well-rehearsed steps of a classical ballroom dance he’d been doing since he could walk.
You let out a shaky sigh, relief flooding your veins as you looked back to your seat, noticing that the boy had taken Enzo’s rejection well and disappeared, not hanging around and waiting for your return.
“You’re killing him slowly, like a predator playing with its prey,” Enzo smirked, neither of you needing to clarify who you were talking about, as he brought up his cousin.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Really?” He chuckled, spinning you out before pulling you back in, sharp actions that made you dizzy with their accuracy, and you grinned as he brought you tumbling right back into his arms, perfectly. If he’d been trying to win you over, his dancing alone would’ve had you swooning. “You just show up to a fancy event like this, dripping in diamonds and pearls and looking like a million bucks, supposedly single. You mean to tell me you didn’t know that all these rich London boys wouldn't descend on you like vultures?”
“Not my fault I’m single and hot, Enz.”
He just laughed, dipping you a little. “We do struggle, don’t we.” You wove between people, a happy silence falling between you both once again as he guided you over the floor, back and forth, “Are you, though? Single, I mean.”
“That is up to your cousin.”
“Touché.”
You continued to move, until your feet were sore from all the twirling, clinging to Enzo in fits of giggles as he spun and twirled and dipped you more, hands on your waist as he lifted you through the air, making a show of his dancing.
He may have seemed altruistic in his gestures, sweeping in to save you and Draco from your dance with the boy, but he was using you too. Enzo was taking every opportunity to show off his moves to every lady around the room watching, a flirty smile on his face between conversations and he glanced around, and you wouldn't be surprised if he received more offers than Theo or Dario by the end of the night.
As the third song came to an end, and the music fell for just a second, you panted slightly, arm around his neck now, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and a bright smile. “Can we take a break?”
“Tired, already? You only gave me three so far.” He smirked at the way your jaw dropped, your face going hot and you knew your cheeks were red. You untangled yourself from his body, barely making it a step away from his laughter before he wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you into his side. “Oh, c’mon. I thought the aim was to flirt and make him mad?”
“He’s not even here to listen!”
“I’m practising,” Enzo murmured, steering you towards the bar, and leaning on the wood as he flagged down the bartender. You were quickly served, by a woman who fawned over Enzo as she passed by, and you had to snap your fingers in front of his face to snap his gaze away from her retreating form. “So, how long are you going to make him—”
A tap on Enzo’s shoulder cut him off, and he turned to look, straightening up instantly from his slumped position. As soon as he moved so you could see, your relaxation melted away too, as you found yourself face to face with Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy.
“Lorenzo, I’ve hardly had a chance to talk to you all evening. I want to ask you about your schoolwork.” The impressively formal and deep voice of Lucius Malfoy settled over your skin like fresh snow, cold but smooth, and you shuddered.
Narcissa only chuckled lightly at her husband’s words, her eyes on you. “You’ve been busy, though. Who is your lovely lady?”
“Uncle Lucius, Aunt Cissa. This is my friend, (Y/n).”
It wasn’t exactly the circumstances you’d wanted to meet them under, but you smiled nonetheless, nerves running wild as you offered your hand to them both, shaking politely just as your parents had taught you.
“Ah, (Y/n). Yes. I make a point of knowing all of Draco’s school friends, but I’m in business with your father, aren’t I?” Something like a small kernel of sweetness was buried in that statement, his interest in his son’s life, even if he tried to hide it behind formalities, but it wasn’t your place to comment.
“Yes, sir. That is correct.”
“They’re very proud of your schoolwork. They were telling me about your latest project. You synthesised a new potion to grow murkweed faster, is that true?”
You were surprised he knew so much, your small project submitted for Herbology was the last thing you’d expected Lucius Malfoy to know of, or take an interest in, and your mouth felt like sandpaper as you tried to form words. “Yes. Yes, sir. That’s right.”
“Interesting.” That calculating gaze scanned over you, analysing you from head to toe, like he could see right through you with a single glance. “That is impressive, for someone of your age. I’d be open to learning more. Are you considering making a future out of your alchemy talents? I have connections that I could contact for you.”
You were speechless, your stomach going wild with butterflies born of both excitement and anxiety. He smirked, a look that would set you on edge if you weren’t sure deep down that this was in your interests, not against them.
“Perhaps we can discuss it more soon, when we next see you. With Enzo?”
Enzo’s arm around your waist shifted, a reassuring weight that you were sure had been your only grounding presence for this surreal conversation. He patted your hip encouragingly. “Oh, no, we aren’t…”
Motioning between you both, Lucius’ brows furrowed, and Narcissa tried to hide her sigh.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Aunt Cissa. (Y/n) isn’t mine, though it is wonderful that you approve.” Before either could question him, or expand on their confusion, Enzo gave your waist a final rub, before removing his touch from you entirely, and stepping towards his family. “Shall we go and discuss schoolwork then, Uncle? You have questions, and I have answers. I hope the ones you want.”
“It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss (Y/l/n).” Lucius politely offered you his hand again, shaking it firmly, and that was about as friendly a dismissal as you’d ever get from him, you’d heard. This was only supported by the surprised look on Narcissa’s face, and the beam Enz gave you as he guided his uncle away.
“I hope to see you again soon, (Y/n). You look wonderful this evening, thank you for coming.” Narcissa murmured, before following her husband and nephew, glancing back at you only once over her shoulder. She knew. The woman was far more cunning than she let on, the true embodiment of a sneaky Slytherin, observing quietly and taking everything in. Her eyes glinted. She knew you knew she knew, too.
Your heart was pounding, cheeks warm as you lifted your fingers to them cautiously. The disappointed waitress placed down two drinks before you, Enzo long gone without his, but you smiled at her with appreciation, fingers shaking a little as you lifted the glass to your lips to take a sip.
You’d spoken to Draco’s parents.
They’d liked you. Lucius had offered to put you onto the career path, and Narcissa had complimented your dress. A soft laugh of disbelief slipped free, your eyes sliding closed for just a second as you revelled in the moment.
It hasn’t been what you’d set out for tonight, but it was far more than what you’d hoped for. Opening your eyes again, to head back to the table and find Draco, you were met by the sight of a stranger leaning before you on the bar, grinning down at you in amusement. “Hello.”
“Hi.” You gave a terse smile, and a single nod. “If you’ll excuse me—”
“I didn’t even get to ask you to dance yet. Saw you out on the floor with the Berkshire boy, earlier, and I thought—”
“I’m dancing with her next, mate. Piss off.”
Draco rarely sounded that mad, a chill went down your spine as you felt an arm slide around your waist, tugging you back into his chest. “Dray…”
The stranger only scoffed, glaring at Draco as he wandered away, and your hand reached for his forearm on your body. He snatched it away too soon, however, tugging on your hip to turn you around. His jaw was clenched tight, eyes more frozen than the coldest glacier. “Dance with me.”
Not a request, and he didn’t wait for an answer, before plucking your drink from your hand and slamming it down onto the bar, guiding you back to the swaying bodies. Standing before you, you offered him your hand, your hand sitting lightly on his shoulder. He didn’t take the respectable route, instead, his arm wrapped tight around your waist, sweeping you close to his body, and beginning to move you both in simple steps.
It was several minutes before he relaxed, your arm sliding further around his neck in a more intimate hold, bringing the two of you much closer, swaying slowly. The tension in his body gave way with every step, and with a resigned sigh, he finally spoke, “You met my parents.”
“I did. They were lovely. Very curious about Enzo and I’s relationship.”
His hand clenched on your waist, and you tipped your head at him as his piercing gaze drilled into you. One more move…
“Oh, don’t be so mad, Dray. We’re only shagging, after all. You’ll find a new girl if I get swept away by someone else.”
His eyes narrowed, jaw clenching, and a fire burned in those silver eyes now, melting the ice away with rage. Checkmate.
“You win, alright? I’m not playing this stupid game any longer.” He took a deep breath, and another, fingers twitching on your back as jealousy bubbled under the surface. “For fucks sake, how many pieces of jewellery from other guys are you wearing? Who bought you those earrings, that necklace? I should be the only one buying you gifts. I should be the one spoiling you. You want the Malfoy family ring? I’ll go yank it off my mother’s engagement ring from her finger right now, just take all this off.”
He studied you for a second, confusion growing at the smirk that grew on your lips. Victory was yours, and you leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek. Letting the hand from his neck smooth down his chest, his gaze stayed locked on the jewels around your neck, glaring angrily. “No.”
“No?”
“No. It’s pretty. I’m going to keep wearing it all, let it remind you what you have. Next time you piss me off, forget a date, or use the last of my shampoo, I’m going to put it all back on so you can remember how many guys would jump at the chance.” His nostrils flared, but he stayed silent, wisely knowing when to keep his mouth shut. “I don’t want your family ring, Malfoy. Not yet. I just want a proper title, and the respect that comes with it. I’m not your booty call, or your side piece. You don’t want to play games anymore? Then don’t.”
“You already won.” He whispers, his head dropping down to let his forehead rest on your own. “You know how much you mean to me.”
“Yes, I do. But I want the whole world to know it, too, Dray.”
He didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he twisted his head, enough to press his mouth to your own, silencing any more arguments between you both as he kissed you. His lips claimed yours, a tender and loving kiss, showing everyone just how much you meant to him. There was no mistaking the emotions within it, not as his arms wrapped around your body, holding you to him as the pretence of dancing was given up, your hand on the back of his head, fingers in his hair, meeting every push and pull.
When he pulled away, your smile took over, bashful now under his openly adoring gaze, and he stole several more pecks from your lips. A happy sound escaped you as he tugged you in, tucking his face into your neck, and swaying you both to the music.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”
“You have, but I’d be open to hearing it again.” Your hand smoothed over his hair, and he chuckled against your skin, leaving a kiss on the crook of your neck before raising to meet your eye.
“You are breathtaking, darling. I’m in awe. This colour is my favourite, you know.”
“Why do you think I wore it?”
His fingers trailed down your spine, eyes sparkling even more at that revelation. “How about we get out of here? We’ll make our goodbyes to my parents, and head out.”
“Our goodbyes?” You repeated as he took your hand, lacing your fingers together.
“Yes. From their son and his girlfriend. I think you deserve a proper introduction, after all.”
Tugging you across the floor, he gave you no time to prepare, and certainly, none to disagree, as you smoothed your hair and attempted to control the blush he’d brought to your cheeks. Through the crowds he wove, until he was pulling to a stop just shy of his parents, and Enzo looked as though he could have cried with relief when Lucius’ intense focus was taken away from him. The boy quickly slipped away as both of Draco’s parents turned to face you.
“Miss (Y/l/n), when we said we hoped to see you again soon, I didn’t realise you’d take it quite this literally.” He murmured, voice as low and calm as always, and your lips parted, a different kind of heat flooding your features.
“Oh, behave now, Lucius,” Narcissa grinned, her gaze dropping to your clasped hands, before she reached up to her son’s face, pinching his cheek with a smile. “Draco, darling, I’ve hardly seen you all evening.”
“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you Mother, but we’ll be leaving early.” She only gave him a knowing look, ignoring Lucius’ displeased huff, as if she wasn’t surprised at all.
“‘We’?”
“My girlfriend and I.” He said, proud and strong, before tugging you forward a little more to stand in front of him. His hand left your own, circling your waist instead, and she offered him a smile at the news.
“I see.” She smiled, patting her son’s cheek affectionately, before turning that knowing gaze on you. “Now Lorenzo’s evasiveness whenever I asked him about you makes sense.”
“You asked about me?” Your words were a rushed squeak, which only seemed to amuse Narcissa more.
“Of course, dear. I wanted to know more about you. I’d ask you to sit and chat with me for a spell, but I believe my son might combust if I did.”
“Mother!” He gasped, and Lucius only tutted.
“Draco.” His father growled softly, shaking his head, and the red on his son’s cheeks only grew.
“You both may go, for now. But I hope you’ll visit me soon, and we might talk?”
“You mean… just us?” Your words tapered off to a near whisper, and Lucius smirked to himself as Draco rolled his eyes.
“Yes, dear. We’ll have tea.”
You could only nod, bidding your final farewells to them both in a state of awe, before Draco was hurrying you along. Tight hands gripping your waist, lips on your neck as he loved you through the crowds, swiping up your bag and giving you barely a moment to say goodbye to your friends before sweeping you away again. It was only due to the snow falling outside, you were sure, that he allowed you to stop long enough to get your coats.
Helping you, he lifted the garment onto you from behind, kissing your cheek as he reached around your body to fasten it. His elegant coat was already on, and leather gloves were on his hands as he offered you one. Lacing your fingers through his own, he smiled, tugging you out into the freezing night, and ushering you around the side of the Manor, away from the stream of cars lined up for guests as they left.
“Where are we going, Dray?”
“To one of the gardens near the path.” He never turned back, leading you carefully around patches of ice and slippery snow as you moved, the light from the house fading. It was almost pitch black, before he mumbled a small spell, and the garden lights glowed to light, glittering on the fresh blanket of ice.
Sitting on the grass was an old-fashioned sleigh, enchanted to keep dry, even in the snow, and two reindeer sat happily in the snow snuffling at the grass and scattered food.
The landscape stretched out far before you both, trees and grass and walls all covered in snow like something from a Christmas card, and the sigh that left your lips clouded in the air before your face.
“Oh, Draco…” Taking a few steps closer, snow-tipped over the tops of your heels as you stepped off the pathway onto the grass, chilling your feet for only a second, before Draco was following. Scooping you up into his arms, you kicked the ice from your feet with a giggle, your arms looping around his neck. “What’s all this?”
“This is your Christmas present. I didn’t realise that was the kind of ice you wanted instead.” He muttered, eyes flicking down to your neck, as he carried you carefully through the snow and towards the ornate sleigh. As you leaned in to kiss his cheek, he smiled shyly, avoiding your gaze as he became embarrassed, “I wanted to do something romantic for you. We can take the sleigh back to the town, get a cab, and take the jet anywhere you want to go. Pansy already packed a bag for you.”
He placed you down on the edge of the sleigh, letting you shuffle across onto the warmed leather. With another kiss to your lips, he scoffed at your smile.
“Merry Christmas, my wicked little girlfriend.”
“I can’t believe you arranged all this.” You were practically bouncing in your seat, watching as Draco nervously tugged on the reins, prompting the lazy animals to stand back up, before settling into the sleigh himself. Like they knew just what to do, they took off in a slow trot, tugging the pair of you along through the snow.
“Maybe if you’d have waited, instead of making me fight for my life tonight, you’d have been surprised.”
His arm was splayed along the back of the seat, and you snuggled in a little closer to him. Curling his arm around you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, shaking his head and burying his nose in your hair. “If I didn’t make you fight for me, Dray, you’d probably have introduced me to your mother as your study partner. I gave you a little push, that’s all.”
“Is that so?” He muttered, guiding your face up so he could peck your lips. “Who do you think helped me arrange all of this for my ‘lovely lady friend’, hm? I’ve been writing to my mother about having an interest in someone for months now. You underestimate me.”
“You never gave me any other indication!”
“Oh, please. You walk me like a damn dog, you knew how I felt.” His mouth closed over your own, stealing a kiss, and you couldn't help but smile into it. “I think tonight just proves it.”
The sleigh trotted on as Draco kissed you in the back, beyond thought and reason, your hands tucked into his coat for warmth as he kept you cuddled in close to his side.
Minutes melted away, the two of you lost in your own world as you jostled and trotted through the fields, back toward the town. Whatever he had planned, it had been in motion for days, and the thought only made you fall a little more in love with him. Perhaps you had underestimated him, but none of it mattered now, not when he was kissing you like you were his only way to breathe, and you had him in your arms, properly, at last.
“So, Pansy knew about your little plan?”
“Yes. I told her days ago.”
“Hm…” You loved her, and it was perhaps her knowledge of Draco’s actions that made this all the funnier. “So, she knew about your plan, and mine. And still, she made sure to introduce guys to me all night. She played us both just for her own amusement.”
As you thought of her, your fingers lifted to your neck, sitting on the delicate jewellery there, and Draco huffed. Looping his finger underneath it, he tugged lightly. “Can you take this off now, please?”
“Why would I do that?” His pout deepened, glaring at the offending item, and you gave in with an airy laugh. “Pansy, Daph and Tori picked it out personally.”
“What?” His head snapped up, pout gone as his jaw dropped, and he was not laughing like you were. “You let me believe another guy decked you out in diamonds all night! What about the matching earrings?”
“Blaise.”
“The bracelet?”
“Theo and the Notts.”
At that mention, his eyes narrowed again, searching for your clutch and finding it resting in your lap. “But Theo’s cousin Mario gave you a separate gift.”
“Dario.” You corrected, and he mimicked it childishly, scoffing afterwards. “Well, that part was real. He truly was flirting, and I have no idea what it is, I haven’t opened it yet.”
“Give it to me.” He reached for your bag, a second too slow as you swiped it away from him with a gasp. He didn’t give up, still trying to snatch it as he leaned over you, pressing you back into the seat through fits of laughter, the two of you fighting over the bag until it was pressed to your chest, your eyes wide as you stared up at him, shaking your head. “Give it to me! I’m chucking it, hand it over!”
“No, it’s mine!” He slumped back into his seat, panting for breath and smoothing his hair back down. He was pointedly staring away in the opposite direction, and when you leaned in closer with a chuckle, he leaned away. Grabbing his shoulder, you planted yourself firmly in his lap, kissing the underside of his jaw. “I’m keeping it, but your present is better, I just know it. Whatever it is, could never beat this.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, Dray.”
He gave in, wrapping his arms around your waist, tugging you in closer to his body and pressing a happy kiss to your cheek. “Fine, but I’m buying you a new necklace when we get off the damn plane. I don’t care who bought that one.”
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𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
brothers best friend!fwb!theodore nott x fem!reader
smut muggle au!, modern au!
nav • t.n m.list
dom!theo nott, sub!reader, b/n = brothers name, protected sex, p in v, fwb!harry potter x reader mention, mention of sending/receiving nudes, jealousy, lowkey toxic, fingering, handjob, oral f! and m! receiving, light praise and degradation, name calling, use of the word cunt, clit slapping, there’s a safe word in place,
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your brothers friends were off limits, you knew that, and that’s why you were currently ignoring theodore nott for the life of you, or that was part of the reason you were ignoring him for and the other reason being that a couple weeks ago you saw theo and pansy making out at party on your brothers instagram story.
now that wouldnt be an issue if you hadn’t been fucking theo for the past five months, and your feelings for him grew without you noticing until you saw that god awful post. jealousy filled you and you were taken back by it, literally having to sit your phone down and take a minute. you felt betrayed, theo told you he wasnt with anyone else.
you came up with a quick plan, ghost him to get over him. not that easy since you two go to the same college but youd manage.
and you did, if he got too close you made sure to walk away and stop answering his texts or facetimes and theo noticed about two days into this plan. you expected him to just stop texting but it seemed like he texted more and more.
theo.
hey
hello?
why arent you answering?
cmon y/n wtf
answer the phone
please?
alr whatever
are you being fr??
those were the messages you got on the daily. you turned off your read receipts and just half swiped on snapchat and didnt check your instagram dms and letting your phone ring every time he called.
you fought yourself from answering his messages, you missed him, missed his touch.
you tried telling yourself it was the sex you missed. that once you fuck someone else you’d have no feelings towards him, and so you let harry potter go down on you but all you could think about was the first time you had gotten with theo.
-
it was cold, the breeze chilling your legs as you rubbed your hands on your thighs for some warmth in that area.
your date had gone sour, and what sucked was he was your ride home but you both had disagreed about something which caused him to leave. that and you were hoping to get laid but your fingers could get you off just fine.
you pressed your phone to your ear, calling your brother for a ride.
“hello?”
“b/n can you come pick me up? please?” you pleaded, teeth chattering. you would’ve gone inside the nice cafe but it had been closed.
“im at Blaise’s” b/n sighed. you groaned irritably. blaise’s of fucking course he was at blaise’s which was two hours away.
“i can ask theo to pick you up. that good? hes dorm” b/n suggested, you could hear blaise and draco in the background almost feeling bad for calling while he was with his friends.
“yeah yeah theos fine” you said taking up the offer, hell you wouldnt care if it was enzo that picked you up and you and enzo did not get along—he annoyed you more than your brother at some points in time.
b/n hung up and three minutes later you got a text from theo asking where you were at.
theo’s truck came into view and you hurried inside of it. shutting the door and relishing in the warm air coming from the vents. putting on your seatbelt then rubbing your hands on your legs to warm them up faster.
“thank you” you sighed happily, ready to go to your dorm and take a shower.
“no biggie” theo said and smiled softly at you before he started driving. rain started, theo went slower on the now slick roads. you couldn’t believe how dark it gotten even though it was only seven pm.
“so what happened?” theo asked, glancing over at you for a second, eyes taking in your appearance. you noticed a small almost not noticeable if you didnt look at him in time, a small and quick lip bite.
you laughed softly, leaning back against the leather seats. “date gone sour. he was my ride back to the dorms but we didnt get along and he left” you said summing up the experience for his sake or maybe for yours, rather just forget about it then dwell on it.
theo shook his head, “dickhead” was all he muttered and you laughed softly.
you stilled when theos hand reached your thigh, squeezing a bit. your eyes trailed from his hands—his perfectly sculpted hands to his bicep then to his neck then finally his face. a smug look on his face, butterflies filled your stomach.
was theo always this attractive? yes but did you truly see it before now? no he was just like all your brothers friends and he was the only one you could stand to be around more than five minutes other than blaise.
his fingers traveled up and up and up slowly, finally reaching your silk panties. his fingers grazed over your clothed slit, testing the waters, you let out a soft moan. watching his wrist disappear and reappear from out of your skirt.
moving your panties to the side. his middle finger grazed your clit as you opened your legs a bit for him. he smirked at this, a small chuckle coming from him as he continued to drive.
your clit continued to be toyed with by theo, sometimes moving his finger down to bring some of your wetness up to your clit. you moaned as he did as he pleased.
theos pants got tighter, you could see the print from where you were sitting. biting your lip before moving your hand that was gripping the edge of the passenger seat to his wrist, moving his hand away from you which made him glance over at you with a slightly confused face.
you looked around, the road was empty, not a car in sight. trees all around.
your hands went to his sweatpants, rubbing theos cock through the fabric before getting his cock out fully. theos breathing got quicker.
theo pulled over once you started to suck him off, relaxing into his seat as your tongue swirled around him. theo grabbed your hair, making sure it didnt go into your face.
“fuck—keep going, just like that” theo groaned, his eyes rolling back and his head pushed back onto the head rest a bit. theo pushed your head down quickly causing you to choke a bit. theo laughed a bit before you started sucking on his tip causing him moan mid laugh.
you bobbed your head a few times before theo pulled you off his cock, a string of saliva connecting you to his cock as theo muttered a quick “alright, up” and then the string was broken from him smashing his lips onto yours.
sloppy kisses as he leaned his seat back and guided you onto his lap. his cock pressed between his abdomen and your cunt.
-
you came at the thought of it which harry’s tongue lapping and sucking at your cunt. you had to hold back from moaning theos name. you went down on harry after then you two just started a little friends with benefits.
you still missed theo, missed sneaking into his truck in the middle of the night more times than you could remember during the winter break whether it was for sex or just to hang out. missed getting goodnight and morning texts from him.
missed sneaking around your brother even though it made thing difficult, you wanted to be able to tell people but you knew you couldnt but the sneaking around part was also exciting.
harry did help, he took your mind off theo at times. you and harry normally sent nudes and sexted but when he wasn’t busy with his school work or his track meets and when you were free, you guys would meet up and give each other head; not having gone all the way yet.
but now, it was spring break. no more having to be aware of where you were and were he was at all times just so you didn’t have a chance of bumping into him.
your parents were so happy you and your brother came home for spring break and not gone with your friends, draco,mattheo and blaise offered you and b/n to go on a road trip with them but you both declined.
three days into spring break and your parents went to your guys’ aunts house to help spring clean. they were going to stay for two nights and for you and b/n to be responsible and not tear up the house.
your phone buzzed, groaning as you moved your hand around trying to find it as you watched american horror story on your laptop. you moved your blanket and your phone finally was found.
cho<3
cant come over :( ceds having diner with my parents
you sighed, reading over her message. now you had no plans, you were hoping she’d come over and now you were out of luck and didn’t feel like going out plus you didn’t have your own car.
you
have fun with ced ;)
read
tossing your phone down with a sigh, turning your attention to your laptop.
your phone buzzed again, you picked it up.
theo.
stop ignoring me.
you sighed again then tossed your phone somewhere on your blanket. laying your head down on your pillow then dragging your finger on the mousepad to skip the intro of the new episode.
-
you groaned as you woke up, it was now dark and “are you still watching” was on your laptop screen.
loud noises were heard from downstairs, you sat up and checked your phone. you had a few snaps from blaise, luna, ginny and ron and a message from theo hours ago just saying “ok” you furrowed your brow as you read it off your notification center.
you moved your laptop to the end of your bed. getting up and stretching before going to your drawer and pulling out a pair of cute pink panties and an oversized shirt.
leaving your room with your clothes and heading down the hall to the bathroom. walking past b/ns room, his door was open which was unusual unless one of his friends were over but no one was in there.
stripping off your clothes then getting into the shower, letting the hot water run down your skin. scrubbing your skin with your favorite body wash then rinsing off your body.
you heard voices, not just your brothers but someone else’s. your heart sank as you hurried and put on your clothes. quickly cleaning up water that had gotten on the floor with a towel then putting it into the laundry basket as your brushed your teeth.
finishing up in the bathroom, after putting on lotion and doing your skin care routine. you walked to your room about to open your door before you heard it.
a laugh, not just any laugh but theodore fucking notts laugh.
maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you. you tip toed to the stairs, taking a couple steps down then crouching to try and see without going all the way down the stairs. peeking through the railing, and there he was.
theo and b/n talking, you cursed at yourself in your head as theo glanced up at you. theo smirked.
hurrying up the couple steps then to your room. chewing on your nails, now you were just going to stay in your room til he left.
this was supposed to be a relaxing break in which you did not have to watch your back 24/7. you plopped onto your bed, groaning in the process. maybe theo was just here to hang out with b/n and that was it, you knew theo wouldn’t pull anything in front of him but it didn’t save you from the awkward tension, or seeing him when walking to the kitchen or bathroom.
just stay in your room and don’t come out, that was your plan.
you spent hours in your room, trying to watch show after show to keep your mind off theo being in your house but you couldnt he kept slipping into your mind and clouding it up with thoughts of only him and no one else.
staring at your ceiling, realizing your first plan was not working and you were not getting over him and perhaps the plan made it worse.
your eyes felt heavy and you started to drift off.
waking up thirsty in your dark room, rubbing your eyes before feeling around you bed for your phone. finally finding it and turning on your flashlight. finding your way to plug in your fairy lights.
now you could finally see. it was 1 am and you heard noises from b/ns room hoping they had moved in there to do whatever they do when they hung out so youd have a better chance of not seeing theo.
putting on a pair of shorts and then opening your door, looking towards your brothers door. hoping they were both in there. you headed to the kitchen, letting out a breath once you finally reached the kitchen.
grabbing a bottle of water, you flicked the kitchen light off before heading back to your room. you successfully got a bottle of water without seeing theo.
you took off your shorts before getting into your bed. checking your messages and scrolling through twitter, your back facing your door and head on your pillow as read tweet after tweet.
you heard your door click open, you put your phone face down before turning over.
“theo what the fuck are you doing in here?” you asked, your voice raising. theo shushed you, as he shut your door.
“shut up, do you want b/n to wake up?” theo scoffed, stepping closer to your bed. you shook your head no.
the tension was thick, watching him take in your appearance then you took in his own. you felt the urge to kiss him, your body longing for his.
theo huffed and ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head a bit. “why are you in here?” you asked, sitting up in your bed. covering yourself with your blanket.
“you know why the fuck im in here y/n” theo said, getting even closer to your bed. you both looking into each other’s eyes, you sat up onto your knees. you hopped he was feeling the same way you were, missing you like you missed him and theo did.
theo had been going crazy since you started ignoring him, not being able to ask b/n about you or tell him too tell you to text him back. theo connected the dots on you viewing the video on b/ns story of him and pansy and then right after you started to ghost him, he knew the video is what caused it.
that was the only time him and pansy kissed, they were both drunk and it was just in the moment nothing more. pansy was strictly a friend, theo and her talked about it after they kissed that he had feelings for you and pansy promised not to tell. theo wanted to tell you in person but you avoided him.
theo leaned down locking your lips roughly, your hands went to his sides and his hands trailed up your hip making your shirt rise and a bit. he started to push you back a bit, getting off your knees and moving back to sit, letting him push you back.
both of you gasping into each other, hands gripping and fondling each other. your legs opened for him to rest between. “i heard you started fucking around with harry” theo said between kisses as his hand rubbed up your thigh to your waist then to your clothed cunt.
you moaned softly, his thumb grazing over your clit, moving up and down teasingly. “its nothing serious” you whined under him, his thumb adding more pressure.
“did he fuck you?” theo asked, looking down at you. you shook your head no, looking up at him. “say it out loud whore” he scoffed, roughly taking your face with his hand and pulling towards him.
“no” you mumbled, his thumb still working on your clothed clit taking away the slight pain from his grip on your face. your legs spread more, a small wet patch on your panties formed.
“good girl” he cooed, his fingers moved your panties to the side then running his middle finger along your bare cunt making you shiver. “my sweet girl” theo added sweetly.
you gasped as his hand lifted then landed on your cunt with a hard smack, your thighs quickly closed as you let out a soft hiss. “you’ve been so bad lately” theo sighed, gently spreading your legs, fingertips brushing over your thighs before smacking your cunt again.
thighs closing quickly, a whimper left your lips. theos grip still on your face, letting the sting calm as he rubbed your thigh. “ignoring me over a five second video we could’ve talked about” theo whispered, your eyes grew wide. theos hand moving your legs open again.
“m’sorry i should’ve talked to you about it” you admitted in a whine, as his middle finger grazed your clit softly. another slap, you moaned. your hand reached to cup your cunt to help calm the sting.
theos lips pressed against your forehead, “and we’ll talk about it later” he whispered, his hand pushing away your hand softly to rest on your bed then his came back to cunt with loving strokes on your clit.
“but for now i’ve missed your cunt” he whispered, letting go of your face and kissing you then trailing the kisses down to your neck, his hand moving from your clit to push up your shirt.
theo tossed your shirt onto the floor before his lips met your skin again, going down and down leaving wet kisses down your chest and abdomen then above your panties. looking up at you, then hooking his fingers around the thin fabric and pulling it down your legs and letting it drop from his hands onto the floor.
one hand pushed your leg back, holding at the bend of your knee pinning it to the bed. theos other hand came to cunt, running his finger along your slit a couple of times before spreading you with fingers. “you’re so wet” theo commented, his eyes trained on your glistening cunt.
“did harry make you this wet?” theo asked in a harsh tone, glaring up at you, theos finger slipping inside you. shaking your head ‘no’ as his finger pumped in and out. his fingers were big, much bigger than harry’s and your own. theos thumb found your clit and rubbed in circles.
theo removed his hand from you, then landing a slap on your clit. “what did i say about saying it out fucking loud” theo spat harshly.
“cmon you whore, tell me, did he make you this wet” theo said, your cunt clenched around nothing.
“no” you moaned out, his fingers finding you again.
“there we go, you can be so good for me when you try” theo whispered against your thigh, biting at your inner thigh as his fingers made you moan and whine out for him to keep going.
you looked down at him between your legs, “something you want princess? you’re gonna have to ask for it” theo teased.
“please, please” you mumbled, your eyes rolling back, clenching around his fingers.
“tell me what you want my love” theo said watching you, admiring you and your state. admiring the way your back arches at his finger tips and how you can’t think straight when he’s touching you.
you whimpered, the coil tightening and tightening. “your cock please theo, please” you begged, theo smiled.
theo kissed your clit before easing his fingers out of you, you leaned up trying not to think of how empty you felt. your hands pulling off theos shirt, then his sweatpants and boxers letting his cock spring out.
you leaned over, opening the drawer in your nightstand then feeling around and finally feeling the condoms you had.
taking one then leaning back to theo, going back to rest on your knees. leaning up and kissing him, taking the condom out of the wrapper as you kissed down his neck.
rolling the condom onto him, theo pushed you back down. theos hands moving your legs to his waist.
theo pulled back, taking his cock, teasing his tip at your entrance before pushing into you. “oh fuck” you moaned, gripping at the pillow above you. your eyes squeezing shut and your mouth fell open. theos hand gripped your thigh harshly, digging his nails into your skin.
theo wanted to tell you how good you felt but couldn’t form words, trying not to cum from just the first thrust in. having to take a minute for himself after being in you fully.
you clenched around him when you felt him start to pull out then push back in. theos hips going slow at first then getting faster and faster as he went.
his name falling from your lips as he continued to fuck you, leaning back and harshly pulling you to him.
theo leaned forward, his head finding its way to the crook of your neck. heavy breathing and theo groans and your whimpers filled the room, the both of you trying to stay quieter since b/n was across the hall.
“let me on top” you whispered, against his ear then a soft kiss followed.
a kiss was placed on your neck, “are you sure?” theo asked still thrusting at a quick pace. you nodded. theo pulled out of you, moving with occasional kisses as theo helped you get on top of him.
theos back rested against your head board, you glanced down, theo helped you line yourself up with him before pushing yourself down onto his cock. your eyes squeezed shut, head rolling back and theo kissed on your neck.
you lifted then went back down, moving on him, feeling him fill you up.
theos kissed went to your mouth as you got closer, your chests almost touching. moaning into each other as you rode him. moving in a way so that your clit would get friction.
his hands gripped your hips, helping you move on him. his cock throbbed in you.
“y’feel so good” theo moaned, he was close and didn’t know how long he’d last from now.
theos fingers went to your clit, rubbing, causing you to shutter against him and whimper loudly, “cum for me princess” theo demanded.
clenching around theos cock as he rubbed your clit faster, theo thrusted up a little. your legs shook, shuddering as you came on his cock.
moans and soft hums came from you as it became too much. theo moving you up and down as you came down, “mmh too much, too much” you whined, clinging onto theo. your head resting in the crook of his neck, his hands moving to your ass, guiding you up and down.
theo moaned as he came, filling the condom with a few thrusts.
your fingers traced shapes on his chest as his hands moved from your ass to your waist and one to your thigh, rubbing comfortably.
his lips pressed against your forehead before moving you off him gently.
theo tossed the condom into the trash, putting on his boxers. grabbing tissues and then coming to clean you up.
opening your drawers for a new pair of underwear and a shirt then coming back to your tired frames and helping you dress.
slipping into your bed, moving your blankets to cover the both of you. theo reached for your phone that laid behind you as you got comfortable with your head on his chest.
theo knew your password, unlocking your phone and getting on snapchat and sending a pic of you on his chest to harry then blocked him, going to messages and instagram and blocking him on there also.
going back to messages and turning on your read receipts for himself then sitting your phone back down.
“you wanna talk about that video now?” theo asked, his fingertips dancing along you back.
you hummed in agreement.
#lighting era#lighting era x reader#theo x reader#theodore nott x reader smut#theo nott#dom theo nott#sub!reader#dom!theodore nott#dom!theo nott#theodore nott#theo nott x reader#theodore nott x reader#theo nott fanfiction#theo nott smut#theodore nott smut#theodore nott x you#morwaps.nsfw.#golden trio era x reader#slytherin boys x reader
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Xena Reactions S1Ep13! Bards, neat!
And we start with a flashback?
Ahhhh, Gabrielle as a bard relaying tales
Gabrielle your gay is showing
They're so gaaaay
A bard competition
Who is this boring white boy
I wanna punch the sexist prick
AZAHAHA XENA'S GLARE WHEN SHE ASKS ABT ATHENS
Gods Lucy Lawless is gorgeous
"EVEN IF I HAD AN ARMY AROUND ME I'D NOTICE YOU MISSING" 😭😭😭
Xena is super gay
HOW GAY. TELLING THE STORY TOGETHER
"the only family he ever needed was standing right beside him" GAY!?
Thank you for being my family (if I had a nickel for every lesbian couple saying something like that-)
Ah yes. "sister" sureee
"Draco. Nononooo"
Love how all of Gabrielle's stories are about her girlfriend
"Was your name in there someplace?" 😂
EURIPIDES
pFTTTT SHE SMUGGLED IT IN
OH SHIT
The was stabbed? Or... Not? Ah.
Ohhh, the Celeste storyyy
When I say I cannot tell all these brown haired men apart... Half the "attractive" men look the same... 😂 (maybe I'm just being a lesbian about this)
SHSHSHSHS PLS THE STORYTELLING OF THE GUY "There's like, all these guys fighting"
"The moral is... He kills all the bad guys"
Awww, a storyteller with a stutter.
What is this uncomfortable straightness.
"And then arghhhh, right in the gut!"
Holy shit? Can we maybe not torture Xena?
She's just like get OUTTTT I WANNA SLEEEEP Also I miss Xena :(
"If you don't like it, nobody else will" FUCKING RIGHT
....... Ffs. Shithead snitch
Blergh
YES. YOU TELL EURIPIDES. YOU CAN SPEAK FOR YOURSELF.
"Turns out we had a lot in common" You're both gay for the person you travel with
ATCH THE SOULMATE STORY (the aroace in me doesn't like it because it implies Aro and Ace people are "broken" for not craving that. Also non-monogamous people. But apart from that it's still a cute notion)
Autism honestly. Euripides and the other one.
Twickenham? I can't read his name, so... (It's fine I looked it up. Did think it was Trigonom because I have bad auditory processing)
Awwww she gets to perform
THE BABEHHH
Right. She yeeted that baby a lot. XD
"It's madness that she was left out" SLAAAY
Art will never take second place to rules and regulations
Ffs you stupid father. Stop living through your son.
"He'd do better if he was allowed to be himself" EXACTLY
Love this monster costume XD
WTF is this man's problem!
OMG THEIR MEETING STORYYYY Lesbianism showing
"You're not alone" I'm gonna go sob again byeee
NOT THE GUY TAKING THE HANKIE TO WIPE HIS TEARS
"Hu?" "I liked it a lot." Shdhsgsgs
Shielded his orbs sjdhshhs PLEASE SIR YOU WOULD DO NUMBERS ON TUMBLR IN MEMES
I think I should care about this, but all I can think about is how that Spartacus guy looks old enough to be this girl's father at LEAST
Ohhhh, the Twickenham guy (or whatever) got in!
HOMER!!!! THAT'S HOMER. OOOOOO
She didn't get in tho. But ah well.
Xenaaaa :D
OH SHE WON. I THOUGHT SO.
"It's good to have you back" you missed Gabrielle so much it makes you look stupid, Xena
"This is gonna make a great story" indeed!
I love that this was a really Gabrielle centric episode? Well we had flashbacks to lots of previous adventures but y'know
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Saw this and immediately had to show you.
This is from someone talking about Snape.
“He was a bright kid from a poor and dysfunctional home who got bullied by kids from well-to-do families, so he joined up with people who could help protect him from those bullies. At the age of 17 or 18, he and his school pals joined up for a cause they didn't fully understand (but believed it would improve their station), working as basically a slave for a crime lord and he got in way over his head. Once he recognized how much it would cost him, he did everything he could do make amends.
Would you like to be judged forever for the beliefs you had before you were 20?”
Well... this sounds exactly what they say about Regulus or Malfoy (Draco that is). I wonder if they say the same about all DE teens.
Personally, I think it's BS.
First of all, do we have any evidence that it was obvious or the reason behind the dislike from James/Sirius, that Snape was poor? Because I don't see that. It wasn't even obvious to them that he was poor, was it? Just by looking at him, you can't tell.
James/Sirius literally befriend the poorest person in class - Remus (which admittedly is a popular HC), but they've NEVER shown any elitism that the Purebloods in Slytherin do. There's no evidence, even grown up Sirius shows no elitism whatsoever towards Remus, the Weasleys or anyone else.
So, I don't think they targeted him because he was poor.
Secondly, he hated muggles as a child. He hated muggleborns throughout his teen years and DID NOT JOIN THE DEATH EATERS because of J/S. He literally joined them because he wanted to. He shared their ideals and he shared their desire to put wizards first because of his father - it had nothing to do with J/S or he wouldn't have joined pureblood that are far more elitist than they are.
Thirdly, there's A) no evidence about 'improving their station' - consider most that joined V were purebloods and already on top, and B) they all knew EXACTLY what was going on - everyone did. They were perfectly capable of knowing WTF was going on, what they were dealing with, and what the cause was - Voldemort never hid his goals for everything. The same teen that is intelligent enough to basically re-write potions and make spells that can kill with the intention to kill is intelligent enough to understand V's plainly laid out plans to rule over muggles. (It's not like V didn't make things obvious).
Lastly, he never would've changed sides if Lily's son wasn't targeted and she died. There's nothing to suggest that he stopped believing in pureblood elitism - in fact, his treatment of Hermione (a muggleborn) and Harry (a halfblood) show otherwise. But that's HC, as is anything that say 'he realizes the error of his ways' - just like Regulus he turned because someone HE CARED ABOUT was killed (or maimed in Reg's case). It literally nothing to do with realizing the error of his ways. In fact, if Lily dying hadn't happened - who's to say he would ever change sides. The fact that he gleefully passed on the prophecy and didn't care about condemning a child says he never would've.
As for the question at the end, I fully believe people can change but they have to change because they realize they were wrong and want to change because it's the right thing to do. I fully don't believe that's the case with Snape, just like it wasn't for Regulus. His treatment of his students -not just Gryffindors, not just Hermione, not just Harry (but that's a big reason) is not evidence that he didn't change, didn't want to change, and never believed he was wrong. He was just sorry it cost him Lily.
Just my 2 cents.
Thanks for the ask :)
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Helping Out (Drarry)
Notes:
Got inspiration from an anime clip
"Draco sweetie, don't you want some cookies?" Harry stopped and turned to his right.
Daphne Greengrass was latched into Draco Malfoy's arm eerily smiling sweetly up at him. "Sod off Queenie," he growled. He tried to look angry but Harry could see that he looked tired.
His eyes were drawn and he looked paler then usual. The raven haired boy frowned as the prefect tried to pull away from the thirsty Slytherin but she continued to hang on like a leech.
"I made them just for you! They're your favorite flavor~" She pulled on his arm harder. Harry felt something awaken inside him. He wanted to help Draco but how? Then he got an idea.
"Hey Daphne! Stay away from my boyfriend!" he yelled. The blond looked up and focused her gaze on him. Draco looked at him with a bewildered 'what?' written on his face. "What did you say?" she spat with a sneer. He tried to suppress his grin. "You heard me!" he yelled walking towards the duo. "Get. Away. From. My. Boyfriend," he insisted faux angrily pulling her away from his rival. He then pulled Draco closer, sliding his hand around his waist. "You okay honey?" he asked innocently a small grin on his face. His enemy on the other hand just stared him at with a 'wtf?!?' look. Then all of a sudden his eyes flashed with realization. He mimicked his grin and replied with a bit of color on his cheeks: "I am now."
Daphne just looked from one boy to the other incredulity written all over her face.
"W-what! You and Draco are a THING!?!" she exclaimed her mouth slightly ajar. "Yeah we are," the Boy Who Lived replied stroking the slightly taller boy's hair. He narrowed his gaze. "Do you have a problem with that?" he growled.
Immediately she went on the defensive.
"W-wot? No! I-I mean...you see...well-" she stumbled over her own words, sweat drenching her clothes. She swallowed hard, her eyes darting back and forth. "How long h-have you been to-together?" she squeaked, twirling her thumbs nervously. Draco looked at her and smiled. "I'd say three years...?" He glanced at Harry who nodded.
Her eyes looked haunted. "Three-*cough*-three YEARS!" she yelled before covering her mouth. She twisted her face in anger. "Absurd! Th-this has some kind of sick joke!" she looked at Draco with a dazed expression. "Nope." He glanced at Harry fondly. She stood there jaw dropped. "Th-There has to be some kind of mistake! Maybe you cast a spell on him. Yes! That's it! I'll tell the teachers! I'll...I'll...I-" She stopped talking and just stared at the two each having silly grins on their faces.
"There's no spell Daph. Now leave us," he smirked at her before dipping Draco. "Wait, what are you-mhmf!" the blond was cut off by Harry's lips. He froze not sure what to do. He'd never been kissed before. This was his first.
Harry ran his tongue over Draco's lips causing him to moan. He opened them slightly to which Harry stole the chance to glide his tongue into the other's mouth. Draco gasped and ran his hand through the Gryffindor's hair. He tugged on it inducing a moan from his rival. He did it again and felt Harry's hand travel lower. That was new. He did it once more and felt cool skin touch his thigh. Wow kisses can be like this?
However as quickly he kissed him, Harry broke away. He pulled Draco up to his full height and they stared at each other. The hallway was deadly quiet, only a few whispers disturbed the silence. Daphne however just stood there clenching her fists, her face red with anger. "T-This won't last! Mark my words! By the time you leave Hogwarts-NO! In fact before you graduate both of you will go your separate ways. I'll make sure of it! Oh yes I will!" She turned on heels and sashayed away flipping her hair like she didn't care though tears filled her eyes.
Draco pushed Harry away anger on his face. "What the bloody hell Potter?" he yelled gritting his teeth. "What do you mean?" He was confused. He was just helping him, and the kiss was part of the act. "You don't mess with people like that you big oaf!" He looked angry but sounded hurt...and confused. "W-what? I was just helping!" he couldn't believe his ears. "Well I-uh...didn't ask for your help!" the boy retorted back but he sounded like his voice was going to break. "Harry!" a voice called out.
Harry turned around to face Hermione Granger and her mere companion, Ron. She looked all sweet and smiles and Ron had his hands behind his back, like a proper gentlemen.
"You're late for Transfiguration Harry. Come on." She gently took his hand and dashed off Ron not far behind.
"You ARE going to explain to us what the monkey feathers I just witnessed at Lunch k' Harry?" she hissed glancing at Harry with a 'won't you?' look. He was sure Ron too felt the same way. He looked back and saw Draco just staring forlornly at him. Immediately guilt washed over him. What has he done.
#draco fuckingmalfoy#drarry forever#drarry#harry potter#i wrote this#i wrote some words#i love these characters so much#draco x harry#harry potter is the best book series#i love this ship#happy new year
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Chapter 23.
AN: Shut the fuck up, bitches! You're just jealous because I got 10,000 reviews! Thanks to Raven for the help and telling me about the book. Girl, you rock! Let's go shopping together!
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The door opened, and Professor Umbridge and Cornelius Fudge stomped out angrily. Then Dumbledore and Umbridge saw us.
"MR. WAY, WHAT THE BEEP ARE YOU DOING!" Umbridge shouted angrily. Dumbledore glared at her.
"Oops, she made a mistake!" he corrected her. "She means hi, everybody, come in!"
Well, we all came in angrily. So did all the other students. I sat between Darkness and Draco, and opposite Bloody Mary. Crab and Goyle started to make some morbid jokes. They both looked exactly like Ville Valo. I ate some Count Chocula and drank some blood from a cup. Then I heard someone shooting angrily. I looked behind me, it was... Vampire! He and Draco were shooting at each other.
"Vampire, Draco, WTF?" I asked.
"You fucking bastard!" yelled Draco at Vampire. "I want to sit next to her!"
"No, I do!" shouted Vampire.
"No, she doesn't fucking like you, you son of a bitch!" yelled Draco.
"No, fuck you, motherfucker! She loves me, not you!" shouted Vampire. And then... he jumped on Draco! (No, not in that way, you perv.) They started to fight and beat each other up.
Dumbledore yelled at them, but they didn't stop. All of a sudden... a terrible man with red eyes and no nose flew in on his broomstick. He had no nose and was wearing a gray robe. All the glass in the window he flew through fell apart. Britney, that fucking prep, started to cry. Vampire and Draco stopped fighting... I stopped eating... Everyone gasped. The room fell silent... Voldemort!
"Ebony... Ebony..." Darth Vader said evilly in his raspy voice. "Thou hast failed thy mission. Now I shall kill thee, and I shall kill Vampire as well. If thou dost not kill him before then, I shall kill Draco too!"
"Please don't make me kill him, please!" I begged.
"No!" he laughed crudely. "Kill him, or I shall kill him anyway!" Then he flew away cackling.
I burst into tears. Draco and Vampire came to comfort me. Suddenly, my eyes rolled up, so they looked all cool and gothic. I had a vision where I saw lightning flash, and then Voldemort coming to kill Draco while Draco slit his wrists in a depressed way.
"No!" I screamed sexily. Suddenly, I locked up and stopped having the vision.
"Ebony, Ebony, are you alright?" asked Draco in a worried voice.
"Yeah, yeah," I said sadly as I got up.
"Everything's alright, Enoby," said Vampire all sensitively.
"No, it's not!" I shouted angrily. Tears of blood went down my face. "OMFG, what if I'm getting possessed like in The Ring 2!"
"It's okay, girl," said Bloody Mary. "Maybe you should ask Professor Sinister about what the visions mean, though."
"Okay, bitch," I said sadly, and then we went.
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Voldication: Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Leaving the family and everything behind (especially Oma because WTF is wrong with her?!)
Notes:
This is the last part of my amazing story:)
To all the people who read this story, I am truly sorry for everything especially the loss of brain cells and trauma.
I still hope you all liked it somehow...
Draco POV
Day 7.
I was woken up by the warm morning sun, which tickled my nose. I slowly opened my eyes, and suddenly I realised where I was. I was in a hotel room in Rome with an asleep Harry Potter. I tried not to freak out. "Morning." Harry's sleepy voice whispered. "Good Morning, darling." I whispered back and kissed his forehead.
We were a little bit of a male cat (hungover). But also very happy. We finally found each other and loved each other as we both deserved.
Once we ordered room service, we sat at the small table in the room. "So, what are we going to do now? We both decided to start new lives and get away from everything." Harry asked. "Well, I want to go wherever you go." I said. "But first I need to get my stuff from my family." "Well, then I guess we should go there. You want to tell them about us?" I nodded. It doesn't matter what my family says about my relationship with harry. "Good. We should get ready. I'm going to shower." He said, and stood up from the table. "And you should come with me." He added winking.
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We apparated to my family's vacation house. "You know my family isn't the nicest and whatever they'll say, I love you." I told Harry. He just nodded, clearly nervous. We walked along the path to the garden, since I knew they would be there at this time of the day. "Draco! You’re here!” Mother screamed and ran to me. “Nobody knew where you were. And your phone was off."
The rest of the family joined us as well. They didn't seem to notice Harry. "I texted Oma." I said, a little bit pissed. I didn’t like the yelling "Wha- Sorry for not responding to, like, one text, Draco." Oma said. “I was worried sick, dear. Where were you?” Mother said, “Long story short,” I said, gesturing behind me. Because of that, they noticed Harry. “Harry and I are in love, and I’m leaving this family. Ok, bye.”
I wanted to leave, but then I heard a scream that sounded like my father, which was weird because it was Friday, and he is always at his ‘wine for the fine’ conventions. The scream came from Oma’s direction, so I turned to look at her. She looked rather shocked and very angry. All of a sudden, she spoke, with my father’s voice: “You are in love?! With him? No son of mine will date a Potter.”
I was confused for a second, but then Oma reached up to her hair and pulled it down. It was a wig. Under the wig, there was gorgeous long blond hair. It was the hair of my father. Wait, what!? “MOMMY?!” Uncle Voldi screeched. “What is going on?” “I, Lucius Malfoy, am actually Oma Riddle, Mother of Lord Voldemort.”
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Harry and Malfoy lived happily ever after in Buxtehude, Germany.
THE END
#harry potter#Lucius malfoy in a wig#oma ist keine Alkoholikerin#i dont deserve to live#the end#buxtehude
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I said I wouldn't writing anything on here but I'm a hypocrite and only do shit for self satisfaction so let's get into it.
✨ ok so to start off this could be considered a male insert ig then again it's just me and (Disclaimer I've literally never wrote shit like this before and I've only watched the movies so yeah enjoy)
• Your name is Ace spades you have a father and mother who works high paying government jobs in the ministry of magic.
• you come from a pure blood family (it bumps up the pure blood family count to 29) and the weasleys are family friends. you considere each other like cousins
• You're a first year with harry and everyone else so you're 11 and like 5'4 with bowl cut and glasses. You have amber eyes distinct to your family (tho they are covered by your glasses).
• You're familiar is a snake (basic i know but i don't think i could say frog or leperd geckos so danger noodle it is) named leon. He's a shiny black that looks like a galaxy in the light. He usually just naps and stays coiled around you until he wants food. He eats both live and dead.
• You end up meeting Harry in diagon alley when you went to pick up your wand, nothing much happened just some small talk and telling him good luck with his wand before leaving, Cause bro you got shit to do.
• You meet him again but didn't notice him behind you as you charge towards the wall after being given the go-ahead from mis weasley to get to platform 9 3/4.
• You then end up actually meeting him again on the train joining him and ron in the cart a few minutes after ron got there cause the mf left you. 😀 ron buddy wtf don't just leave me with your brothers.
• You end up sitting next to ron across from harry and introduce yourself with a "oh! Hi nice to meet you again! I'm Ace. You are?" And the convo continues on like it would normally. Hermione came in and we chatted and all that. You where suprisenly when Hermione pointed her wand at harry's face only for her to fix his vision. You then talked about where and how she learned it, cause that was cool af and glasses are annoying lowkey.
• Hermione reminded us to change into our robes before we got there. She left and we all put them on, they were suprisenly soft.
• When all of you got off the train you, ron and harry stuck together cause they didn't know anyone else. it turn out you and harry caught dracos attention, luckly harry more then you. But you still got roped into the "chose your friends wisely" talk but we just ignored him and walked into the great hall.
• Wow is this place huge. It's kinda stressful cause of all the eyes on you but you prefer looking up at the ceiling cause wow is it pretty. You spotted a few familiar faces in the crowd and waved hello.
• It took quite a bit of time for it to finally get to you. The hat was struggling to pick a house but you ended up being put in hufflepuff 💛 you sat down with you house table and were welcomed by older housemates. You ended up befriending the person beside you.
• Flying lessons where a breeze since cause of your parents, you managed to learn how to ride a broom before you turned 11. You tried to help ron simply pick up his broom but that just ended with him getting a broom to the face.
• Tho the spells where simple you still managed to forget a few here and there but not enough to effect your studies. (Even tho you never really studied). You got closer with Hermione tho and you both ended up becoming study buddies. You repayed her for her help with her favorite foods.
• You managed to sneak under snapes radar for a bit so he didn't bombard you with questions like he did with Harry on the first day. He still asked questions no one would know so his class was kinda a pain but thanks to Hermione you were able to answer some of his random questions.
• As the year progresses you, ron and harry are very close despite being in different houses. You where much closer to Hermione tho being study buddies and all, plus the whole thing with with harry and ron. You heard about it and were planning on giving her some sweets to help cheer her up
• The whole thing with the oger happens and you happen to get involved trying to find Hermione in this maze of a place. (Cause god forbid they not make this place confusing as fuck)
• you had no clue there was even an oger loose since you went to look for her a few minutes before it was announced. You enter the girls bathroom cause the very loud crashing is concerning. You're greeted with an ogers ass as soon as you open the door and freeze for a quick sec cause god damn is that thing huge (👁👁) you panic and end up using leviosa to lift the ogers club on to his head and with harrys help you nock him out.
• You try to get out of there quickly cause this wasn't something you wanted to deal with. You try to leave only to be stopped by the teachers right outside the door. You managed to avoid trouble when you explained your side of the story, and you ended up getting house points from this whole thing making it kinda worth it (even tho shit was scary as fuck).
• You got close with Hagrid cause you wanted to know how too take care of leon better and so you and Hagrid where on great terms. You got to see norbert a few times he was quite adorable.
• You ended up getting in trouble along with harry, Hermione, Neville and draco. You didn't see anything out of the ordinary but you def weren't sticking around long enough to do so.
• At first you did try to stop them from getting the stone and somehow end up getting rope into it all. The whole real life chest definitely freaked you out and you ended up getting left behind with Ron and Hermione while harry did his whole thing yk.
• It ended well tho you did end up getting some points for your house and bumping hufflepuff from last to 3rd which earned you a few pats on the back. So overall the year was great you and you managed to pass your classes with decent enough grades. Over the summer you and Hermione managed to stay in touch with letters and you and ron saw each other often thanks to the whole family friends thing.
✨the end ✨ of first year 😈
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But it was to late. I knew what I herd. I ran to the bathroom angrily, cring. Draco banged on the door. I whipped and whepped as my blody eyeliner streammed down my cheeks and made cool tears down my feces like Benji in the video for Girls and Bois (raven that is soo our video!). I TOOOK OUT A CIGARETE END STARTED TO smoke pot.
Suddenly Hargrid came. He had appearated.
“You gave me a fucking shock!” I shouted angrily dropping my pot. “Wtf do you fink you’re doing in da gurl’s room?”
Only it wasn’t just Hargrid. Someone else was with him too! For a second I wanted it 2 b Tom Rid or maybe Draco but it was Dumblydore.
“Hey I need to ask you a question.” he said, pulling out his black wanabe-goffik purse. “What are u wearing to the concert?”
“U no who MCR r!” I gasped.
“No I just saw there was a concert dat a lot of gothz and punx were going 2.” He said. “Anyway Draco has a surprise for u.”
aw not her pot cigarette
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Fortunate Misfortune (D.M. X Reader): Chapter 14: Misfortunes
Summary: Where Draco finally learns of Astoria's condition and the group spends their remaining time before Christmas break with her.
Warnings: none except coarse language, mature themes, Mentions of food, slight angst.
A/n: Remember when I said the last chapter was the longest? Okay, I really didn't want to include this chapter and move on straight to Christmas break, but Draco and Y/n were not cooperating.
Reblogs and feedbacks are always welcomed :)
Word count: 2900 (wtf..)
Chapter 13 |Masterlist |Chapter 15
Life is but a collection of fleeting moments.
One moment, a person can be blissfully basking in the ever so golden glow of the afternoon sunlight coming in through the window at just the right angle, feeling the familiar coarseness of the carpet on their cheeks as they lie on the floor.
They think the moment is perfect. The warmth is just right. Even the tiny dust particles floating around look like fairy dust in the light.
It won't hurt to close their eyes and take a nap for just a second right?
They don't even realise that It only takes one moment, a single diminutive, insignificant second to change everything until they open their eyes again.
The sun is suddenly hidden behind storm clouds, the warmth is replaced by a bone chilling gust of wind that makes them wonder.
How the fuck did this happen?
That is exactly how Draco felt when he saw Pansy hyperventilating outside your shower door.
You sprinted towards the Hospital wing the minute you heard, wearing a mismatched combination of whatever you could lay your hands on. He quickly followed your lead with his footsteps speeding and mind reeling.
Astoria Greengrass was dying of a blood curse.
Astoria was dying?
Draco thought she looked quite alright when he first saw her lying on one of the many beds in the hospital wing with Blaise sitting next to her, holding her frail hands like there was no tomorrow.
Maybe it was some cruel joke.
Maybe it was one of those endless prank wars he didn't seem to understand. Did everyone else already know about this?
“What happened?” You asked but Blaise didn’t even look up.
Upon a second look, he noticed Astoria’s blanched complexion. He saw a tree of veins decorating her closed eyelids. Maybe there really was no tomorrow after all.
“What happened? Someone please, tell me what happened.” You asked again and this time Draco wanted to ask the same question you were asking. Only, he was unable to get any words out of his mouth. He was just too caught in between a maelstrom of overwhelming thoughts and feelings.
He was confused, shocked and maybe a little betrayed because everyone seemed to already know about this but him.
Compared to any of those other feelings however, the sickness rapidly forming at the pit of his stomach was far too overpowering.
The concept of death had hit him all of a sudden with the speed of the Hogwarts Express train and all he wanted to do was reach for the nearest trash can, maybe even another cauldron and hurl.
How is one supposed to wrap their head around the idea of someone they’ve known for a majority of their life suddenly not being there anymore?
Do they just accept it?
What about their clothes that they’ll never wear, their bed that they'll never make, the books they planned to read, the places they wanted to see, their hopes, their dreams? Do people just box them up, lock them away in attics and basements?
Do these unfulfilled and unrealised dreams just sit in those attics till they collect cobwebs and dust and people learn to just forget about it?
Draco swallowed hard, and turned to look at Blaise again. Never had Blaise ever looked so miserable before.
And you?
Just watching you ask the same question over and over again like a broken cassette made stomach acid rise to his throat.
Maybe Madam Pomphrey had noticed the bedlam unfold in the hospital wing because she had suddenly appeared in front of them, seemingly out of nowhere accompanied by Dumbledore and Snape.
“Is she going to be okay?” Pansy asked, maintaining calmness in her voice like she wasn’t just hyperventilating a few minutes ago.
“Miss Greengrass is fine for now.” Pomphrey replied carefully. “I have given her some sleeping draught. She should wake up in a few hours.”
Fine for now.
Those simple words in some way acted as a beacon of hope for everyone present. Blaise had finally lifted his head up, Pansy took an eager step forward and you let out a relieved exhale.
Draco was never the hopeful kind. A part of him knew those words were empty.
Hope for him was like that single ray of sunlight through the clouds, that crepuscular ray that deceived a person into thinking it's going to be a sunny day when it's not. Being hopeful led to disappointment.
“Miss Greengrass will remain in the hospital wing until Christmas break.” Dumbledore informed. “Given the circumstances, she is allowed to have visitors but they must secure permission from Madam Pomphrey or Professor Snape first.”
Draco just stood there, stiffly nodding his head, trying to absorb and process as much information as he could.
Dumbledore explained how the Greengrass family wanted to maintain privacy at this stage, and that they’d be taking Astoria off for treatment somewhere in North America right before Christmas break.
The whole exchange between everyone, the new information only made his head hurt more.
Draco must have spent hours in the hospital wing pondering these things over and over again because by the time he’d snapped back to reality, Blaise and Pansy had left to bring snacks and Daphne had dropped by to drop off a few of Astoria’s things and left.
You were still there though.
You had crawled up into a small nook next to the bed and the side table and were resting your head on the edge of the bed frame, staring into the void with empty, soulless eyes. It appeared as if you were thinking about the same things he was.
Draco stood up, very quietly and attempted to slip in between the tiny space next to you.
You shifted a little when you noticed and tried to make space for him. The nook in between the bed and the side table was too small to fit you both.
“Here.” He whispered, placing both hands securely on your hips so he could lift you slightly off the ground to put you in his lap. “This works, don't you think?”
You didn’t say anything, just clung onto him and rested your head against the base of his neck. The faint trace of your hibiscus shampoo remained and it soothed him.
“Did you know about this?” Draco asked.
“I did, yes.” You whispered against his chest. “I just thought it wouldn’t be real if we didn’t speak it into existence you know. I thought the universe would just forget about it.”
He understood where you were coming from.
He was a repeat offender of not speaking things into the universe. He had never once said out loud how much the potions fellowship meant to him. He had never once let himself admit that he was afraid of failure, or death even. He had never allowed himself to fully realise all the strange unresolved feelings he had carried inside of him since the day he first kissed you.
Saying things out loud released the potential, the probability into the universe and it petrified him. So, Draco kept it all inside and so did you. Or so it seemed.
“I’m sorry I never told you. It just wasn’t mine to tell.”
He nodded, and placed a small reassuring kiss on the top of your head, hibiscus clearing his mind again.
“She’s going to be okay, right?” You lifted your head to look at him with so much hope in your eyes that the only words he wanted to say was yes.
Draco chose not to answer, he just wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer. He dipped his head further down so his lips could meet yours in a kiss that flowed gently and smoothly.
He could hear the beat of your heart against his chest. The steady rhythm of it made the same emotions he’d never stopped to acknowledge vibrate under his skin.
This kiss was in no way lustful, or greedy. Out of all the kisses he’d shared with you, this felt profoundly private…intimate even. The kiss was so uniquely him and you that it was meant to be behind closed doors or inside broom closets where no one else could see the vulnerability of it.
Your kiss didn’t question or reprimand him. It just embraced him with wide open arms and gentle thrashing of the tongue. It was like you understood why he didn’t answer your previous question.
The kiss was silent and comforting and he allowed himself to ease in the stillness.
“Look at you lovebirds.”
A wavering voice broke the stillness before he could fully relax.
The two of you instantly backed away and looked up to find Astoria, lifting her head from the pillow, smiling.
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The yuletide spirit was steadily rising with the sudden drop of temperature.
Evenings were now made of hot cocoa, blankets and ugly Christmas sweaters in the hospital wing that was already decorated in charmed ornaments and tinsel.
Astoria was out like a light most of the time so the remaining days before Christmas break were spent alternating between going to classes and staying at the hospital wing. Except for Blaise, who skipped almost every single one of his classes entirely to stay with Astoria while you and Draco took turns to bring him his homework.
Pansy had declared herself the person in charge for everyone’s food intake and she could usually be found tossing whoever was around brown paper bags filled with whatever special the four broomsticks had that day.
When she was not busy shoving food down people’s throats Pansy worked on the final version of the stainless dress. A needle and thread would always be charmed to stitch the hems next to her as she went through texts to perfect stain countering charms.
It was as if the Slytherins had created an intricate system that seemed to work for everybody. They never said anything explicitly, rarely used any affectionate words. Yet, they looked out for each other in their own silent ways.
With their shields up, helmets on and their self preservation set to an all time high, they somehow took you in as one of their own.
On Tuesday, you’d fallen asleep on a chair next to Astoria and you had woken up to find a blanket draped over your shoulders and a cup of hot beverage covered mostly in marshmallows next to you with warming charms in place.
You reached for the cup to take a huge gulp, grateful for the person that had left it there for you. Your sip was interrupted however, buy a familiar clicking of shoes.
“Hey Hot stuff.” Pansy whispered, careful to not wake Astoria. Her head was tilted to the left and her fringe fell onto her eyes as she read the pink font on your cup.
“Hey Pans.” You whispered back and set the mug aside. A smile was itching at your lips when you noticed the mug and realised Draco had been the one to wrap you in that blanket. “What’s up?”
“I have something to show you.”
Large brilliant cubic zirconia eyes, lips quirked into a half-smile-half-smirk. Pansy had an effervescent glow on her cheeks that made you want to desperately see what she had to show you. None of you had managed to look or feel that way since Astoria collapsed and seeing Pansy like that was like seeing light at the end of a deep dark tunnel.
You quickly stood up from your chair when Pansy pulled out a scroll wrapped in red ribbon from her bag,
“Timeless & Stainless by Pansy Parkinson, 95 Diagon Alley.” The scroll read, and it contained her signature along with two other witness signatures.
“It's a deed y/n.” She whispered excitedly. “I signed a deed. I got a store space in Diagon alley for my clothes.”
There was an amalgamation of hope, self doubt and desperation in her eyes as she looked at you. It was like she craved the validation she never got her entire life when she expectantly waited for you to say something. Anything.
“That's wonderful!”
“Really?”
“Yes! Of course it's wonderf—”
The same Pansy Parkinson that was worried your misfortune might rub off on her if she stood too close to you had somehow strangled you into a hug before you could offer any more words of approval. Because her heels made her incredibly taller than you were, your chin got squished on her shoulder when she tightened her hug.
“Thank you.” She squealed, unable to lower the shaky pitch of her voice. “I would have never thought of it if you hadn’t splashed me with mead that day.”
“It was all you Pansy. Be proud of yourself.”
“I don’t know about anyone else, but you are the harbinger of good fortune for me.” Pansy laughed.
“I know I'm dying but you don't have to replace me yet.”
“ASTORIA!” The two of you screamed, pouncing onto her from either side.
Salty tears rolled down and mirthful laughter bubbled. Two more suffocating but hearty hugs were exchanged and you finally settled on resting your head on Astoria’s left shoulder. Pansy did the same on her right.
When Blaise and Draco finally arrived in their quidditch uniforms after their final match against Gryffindor and stood on either side of the bed, it suddenly felt like you were in a family photo op.
“Did you win?” Pansy asked Blaise.
“Why don't you ask Mr. Seeker over there?” Blaise shrugged, and Pansy groaned before staring at Draco, who had managed to weave his hands with yours.
“What?” Draco asked, annoyed while his thumbs traced absent circles on your skin and you gave his hand a little squeeze in return.
“Why can’t you catch a fucking snitch for once?!”
“If you think you are such an expert, why didn’t you play instead?”
While the two continued to bicker, Blaise placed a kiss on top of Astoria’s head. Opportunities where the five of you could be together in the same vicinity came scarcely with the chaos of being final year students.
This was good.
This felt like family.
This felt like home.
As morbid as it was, the group spent the rest of the evening discussing epitaphs and tombstones and bucket lists and Christmas holidays.
Blaise apparently wanted a marble tombstone, Pansy wanted the words “I am. I am. I am.” from the Bell jar written on hers knowing full well that the quote came from a muggle book. She said it would be rebellious and on brand for her.
It was funny how several days ago, death seemed too terrifying to talk about and now, you were joking about it.
One after another, the five of you started to fall asleep in awkward positions around Astoria. Even Draco had managed to doze off with his head resting on Blaise’s shoulder across from you.
“Psssst.” Astoria whispered, startling you when everyone was out like a light.
“Merlin! Astoria, aren't you asleep?
“I can’t sleep.” She shook her head. “I just had a killer idea for my tombstone.”
“What!!?”
“Please hear me out.”
“Fine.”
Astoria gave a slight cough and straightened up. There was a proud and self assured smile on her face.
“The grass is greener on the other side.”
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Only two more days remained until Christmas break and Draco had woken up that particular morning in a chair at the hospital wing. Pansy was standing by the window and Astoria was lying down with a book in her hand.
He looked around but you were nowhere to be seen and it made him panic for a second. Mostly because he had gotten used to seeing you when he woke up at the hospital wing. Seeing you started his day.
“Where’s y/n?” He asked groggily and he heard Pansy snort in response.
“Didn’t get to gawk at her this morning, I see.”
“I do not gawk.”
“Yes you do.” Pansy replied, using her index finger and thumb to widen her eyes in mockery.
“No I don't.”
“She’s gone to get us all breakfast with Blaise.” Astoria answered, closing her book shut. “Your owl brought you a letter while you were asleep, though.”
Draco straightened his posture and reached for the letter addressed to him on the side table. It didn’t even take him half a second to notice the seal and crest on the letter. Ilvermorny had written back to him.
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
We are writing to congratulate you on your acceptance to our Associate Potions & Alchemy Fellowship Program.
We at Ilvermorny are looking forward to welcoming you aboard and discussing your findings on felix infort–
Draco didn’t read the letter any further.
The fellowship he so desperately wanted was his for the taking and he was stunned. He began imagining a life far far away from the place he grew up in where he’d finally be free to be his own person.
It was the life he wanted.
Maybe he could live somewhere close to the school, have a separate room just to work on potions and he could place your kettle in that room.
Only…The kettle wouldn’t be there with him.
You wouldn’t be there with him.
Draco quickly stuffed the acceptance letter back into the envelope and tossed it aside. He'd miss that kettle too much if he left. He’d miss you too much to the point where he’d be sick.
“Draco?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I speak to you for a minute?” Astoria propped herself up on the pillow. She looked pale, fatigued and the simple posture switch took her about half a minute or so.
Pansy was leaning against the windowsill next to her bed, pretending to be way too engrossed in the landscape outside.
It had finally started to snow.
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the feminine urge to find cure for Astoria's curse.
remember when Draco was talking about Felix Felicis?
thank you for still keeping up with this chaotic mess of a series. Your feedback means EVERYTHING to me.
As promised, some smut is up next 🥸
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Can i request a reader x Draco smut based on they are bff's and both have a crush on each other so, the sexual tension between them explodes? Ofc if you want to.
Finally.
draco malfoy x reader | smut | anon requested.
a/n : hi thank you for requesting! this is my first request, i tried my best and i hope you like it! <3
y/n and draco has been best friends since they were born, their parents being best friends too makes them two inseparable. like now, they were watching a muggle movie snuggling to each other in malfoy manor, in draco’s bedroom to be exact. it was a summer break, two weeks before they going back to hogwarts. luckily his parents is out of town for business.
"merlin.. isnt he so hot draco? i mean look at him, he could ripped my heart into pieces and i would say thank you.” y/n said with a heart eyes looking at the screen of the muggle electronics, admiring the main character.
“oh please y/n, he‘s a muggle, wizards could do so much better” draco scoffs, jealousy started to bubbling up inside him.
“yeah? which wizards?” y/n turns to face him, raising her eyebrows at him teasingly making his face flushed.
“me” draco whispers softly under his breath hoping y/n didnt catch it.
y/n giggles at him and give him a peck on his cheek. “you’re cute, y’know?” draco blushed at her little action, quickly focusing on the screen.
the first movie had finished and draco switched it to another movie. after half an hour passed, y/n let out a tired yawn.
“draco im kinda tired and sleepy, im gonna take a nap, you can continue if you want and wake me up later if you feel bored enough" y/n said as she slowly falling deep into her sleep.
draco just nodded, rubbing her back and continue watching the movie until he get really bored and watching y/n sleeping peacefully. a blush appeared onto his cheeks as he studying her figure, he had been in love with her since forever but he didnt know if she feels the same and he dont wanna ruining what they already had right now. his thoughts were interrupted by soft grunts coming from y/n's lips. he looked at her watching her breathing gets heavier and she shuts her eyes weirdly he never seen her like this before, until he heard another soft whimper left her lips and he connecting it together and realized, is- is she having that dream right now? he was about to wake her up but he heard his name coming off of her lips in such a pleasure way?
"draco- there, oh-" y/n's body shifted uncomfortably at her side of the bed arching her back as she still sleeping.
draco scrunched his eyebrows in hearing his name repeatedly left her lips, he was getting hot and turned on by the thoughts of what y/n might be dreaming right now.
"y/n wake up darling" draco shakes her body softly not wanting to startle her.
y/n slowly open her eyes and rubs her face, she stares at draco confused why is he waking her up.
"whats wrong, draco?"
"im sorry darling its just- ugh- its- it seems like you were having that kind of dream, darling, are you sure you're feeling comfortable?" draco asked while y/n blushing so hard right now as she realized what is he talking about, she hides her face in embarrassment. draco looking straight to her and give her reassuring smile.
"i- im sorry draco you're not supposed to heard that- oh my god- i-" y/n try to explained it but she just lost at her own words.
"its fine darling, no need to apologize and dont be embarassed i just thought i should wake you up"
they stay in silence and sitting awkwardly next to each other, the sexual tension is too hard to deny. draco fiddling with his fingers.
"did it always happened?" draco asked raising his eyebrow looking deep into her eyes making her shocked and looking down.
"well i mean yeah, i dont know why it happened tho"
"to be honest.. me too sometimes, m- maybe you should just release it?" draco asked boldly, he widen his eyes as he realized what he just said. while y/n froze and she feels her heart just stopped, she's blushing even more at his suggestion.
they stared at each other lustfully and started to leaned in. when their lips met, its like it was meant to be, two worlds connecting together. the kiss was rough but still passionate, draco put his hands on her waist laying her down gently not breaking the kiss while she put her arms around his neck pulling his hair lightly and moaning into the kiss. draco started to go down kissing every inch of her skin, sucking on her neck making love bites everywhere, causing y/n to moan a little louder. his hand tugging at the bottom of her tshirt he looked up at her asking for permissions, she nodded and he take it off of her.
draco stopped for awhile to admiring her body, he had been craving her for so long and now he cant even believe he finally get his chance, his hand goes to her back unclasping her bra and throw it somewhere, he stares at her body fully in admiration while y/n blushing madly like a tomato right now. his mouth instantly attached to her nipple playing with it and his hand playing with the other one while his free hand started to go down feeling her wetness through her shorts.
"damn baby, you're so wet, this all for me? can i take these off now, love?" y/n nodded eagerly and moaned softly at his touch unable to giving him his permissions.
"i need words baby"
"just fuck me already, draco!" y/n yelled impatienly. draco smirked at her and shaking his head.
"patience, love" he pulls down her shorts along with her underwear, revealing her glistening cunt, he licks his lips and stand up to take off all of his clothes, they're fully naked now, and he get back on top of y/n again.
"tell me about your dreams, baby, what did i do in there? did i do this?" his fingers rubbing her clit and teasing it earning a moan from her, while his lips kissing her inner thighs softly, making her getting more impatient.
"yes draco, more pleas- shit" y/n moans louder as draco positioned his face between her legs and starts to eat her out. his fingers slowly entered her, curling them inside pumping in and out making the girl a moaning mess.
"draco- im- im so clos- wtf?! what the hell do you think you're doing draco" y/n glared at him as he pulled out his fingers when she was near her high. draco smirked at her.
"relax baby, i just want you to cum all over my cock." y/n groaned in frustration wanting him to fuck the shit out of her already, draco noticed and his smirk get wider, he lining his cock up and down at her entrance making y/n gasps at the sudden action.
"you ready, baby? tell me to stop if you're not comfortable, okay?" draco said as he pushed half of his cock inside her making both of them groaning at the feeling, draco buried his face on her neck and y/n dug her nails on draco's back scratching his back making him going deeper inside her. draco paused his movement letting her adjust to his size for a few seconds and he look up to her asking if he can move, y/n slowly nodded.
draco pulled out his cock until it was just the tip inside only to slamming it back again slowly not wanting to hurt her, their moans filling up the room, he quickens his pace moaning her name as he going deeper and deeper inside her.
"yes- fuck- draco- right there!" y/n screams his name out loud when he just hit the spot that she doesnt even know it existed. draco keep pounding into the spot harder and faster, helping her reaching her high. y/n screams his name over and over again screwing her eyes shuts seeing the stars as she feels her high is finally snapped, triggering draco to cum any sooner too, she panted heavily, her legs becoming to feel like jelly now, draco's thrust became sloppier and he feels his cock twitched inside her, he bites her shoulder softly and burying his face on the crook of her neck screaming her name as he emptied his thick cums inside her, filling her up.
y/n stroking draco’s hair softly, his eyes still screwed shut and mouth hang open, he collapsed on top of her body as he finishes inside her, y/n smile at the sight of draco's right now, butterflies filling her stomach, draco pulled out slowly as he feels his dick softening, y/n winces at the loss contact and feeling the sore has coming, draco smile proudly at her and kissed her passionately which she gladly returns with the same passion showing how much they love each other. they pulled away and draco rolled to the side staring up at the ceiling processing on what had just happened with his best friend, y/n did the same too until he broke the silence.
"you have no idea how long i've been wanting to do that, that was the best i've ever had" draco is facing her now, caressing her cheeks and giving her face soft kisses all over the place, y/n smile and nodded.
"me too draco, so what does this mean for us?"
"i will not denied it anymore y/n i've been in love with you since day one and only see my future with you, let me take you out on a proper date tomorrow but for now, will you be mine, y/n?" draco asked nervously, afraid he will get rejected.
"of course draco, i feel the same too, im yours from now on and will always be." y/n chuckles getting on top of him kissing his pretty face before reconnecting their lips.
"so, round two?"
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Mistakes - d.m. x ravenclaw!reader
summary: weeks into your secret relationship with draco malfoy, you overhear your boyfriend insulting you after a quidditch game
prompt: from @prompt-dealer (the prompt i used will be bolded in this post)
warnings: prob like two cuss words, nothing major
word count: 1.1K WTF
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“Draco Malfoy has spotted the snitch! Will Slytherin reign victorious yet another year?” The announcer praised your boyfriend as he made a beeline towards the golden snitch, his right hand outstretched just mere inches away.
You sat with your housemates, secretly cheering him on as they sat in anticipation while praying for Gryffindor’s win. To your left, Cho Chang was loudly rooting for her current boyfriend, Harry Potter. It placed you in an awkward position, the two of you yearning for opposite outcomes.
“Come on,” You muttered quietly, “You’re almost there.”
Seconds later, the fluttering snitch fell into his grasp, his fellow Slytherins hollering in celebration as the announcer declared their house as winner of this year's House Cup.
“Yes!” You shouted, pumping your fist as you stood.
Cho glared at you, wondering why you were rooting for the wrong team.
You sat awkwardly, playing it off as a mistake, “Oh, they lost.” Whispering a quiet apology to your friend, many of your peers, among all houses, looked at you oddly.
After the match, you slipped away from the crowd, hoping no one would recognize you when you went to congratulate your boyfriend on his win.
There he was, smiling brightly as his teammates surrounded him shouting their praises. The sight warmed your heart, quidditch games were one of the only times you ever saw him so elated.
Fighting a grin of your own, you approached the dispersing group. That was until you picked up on their conversation.
“Did any of you hear L/N celebrating? I guess Malfoy here has a secret admirer,” Marcus Flint, the Slytherin team captain, gloated.
Taken aback, you quickly halted in place, listening in on the conversation.
To your surprise, Draco scoffed. “L/N? The Ravenclaw? You crack me up, Flint, as if I would ever go for one of those.”
His friends began laughing, “Merlin, desperation really isn’t a good look.” One of his teammates replied.
“You aren’t missing out anyway, I think we all know you could do better,” Flint added.
Draco laughed along with the rest of them, at your expense. Without another thought, you stormed up to the boys, anger seeping through every inch of your skin.
Upon catching sight of you, Flint’s expression paled, as did the rest of them. Your boyfriend, oblivious to the sudden shift in mood, looked at them oddly.
“What’s wrong?” He asked them.
“Uh--”
“Malfoy..” One of them nudged him, notioning to you standing right behind him, tears welling in your eyes.
Faster than you could imagine, the group scattered, leaving Draco alone with you. He whipped his head around, his previous posture slackening upon the realization.
“Y/N…” He trailed off.
Before he could get another word out, you took your hands and used them to shove him by the shoulders, hard.
“It isn’t what it sounded like--”
“Don’t say another word.” You scoffed, turning on your heels as you sprinted away from the changing room.
Fighting back against your cries, you ran to the Ravenclaw common room unbelievably enraged by Draco’s words. Upon entering your dorm room, you slammed the door behind you, carelessly tossing your robes to the floor before slumping onto your bed.
Allowing sadness to finally overtake you, a gut wrenching sob fell past your lips. After all this time, after everything you went through just to call him yours, Draco dismissed you so easily. And for what? A few laughs? His reputation?
It disgusted you.
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The following afternoon, you avoided your boyfriend at all costs, despite his incessant attempts at finding you. The overwhelming sadness and anger hadn’t worn off, and the hurt that spread through you was unwavering.
On your walk through the Courtyard, you saw Marcus Flint, sending him the nastiest look you could muster before shoulder-checking him as you passed by.
You took a seat nearby a wiggentree, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. Pulling out a book, you laid down on the grass, distracting yourself from the major headache that was your boyfriend.
“Y/N?”
“Go away, Malfoy.”
“I need to explain.” He pleaded, attempting to remove the book from your grasp. Sitting up quickly, you glared at him, irritated that he had interrupted your alone time.
“You don’t need to explain anything, I heard it all.” You deadpanned, refusing eye contact.
“I made a mistake. Okay, I made a lot of mistakes. I don’t deserve a second chance and I don’t deserve your forgiveness but….”
“You’re hoping I’ll give it to you anyway?”
“Yeah. I am.” Draco responded, his eyes pleading you for forgiveness.
“Well that just isn’t good enough Draco.” You said nonchalantly, “I would have never, ever said any of those things about you. Why? Because I fucking love you, Draco. But now, I’m not sure if I should anymore.”
Draco immediately sat beside you, grasping your hands with his own. “I know it doesn’t excuse anything I said, but I truly love you as well. I was just--I was just scared. I was scared of their reaction, and I was scared to defend you.”
“And how do you think that makes me feel?” You asked angrily, “How do you expect me to trust that you’ll never say it again?”
His head hung low, ashamed. “I’m not asking you to forgive me, Y/N. I just came here to tell you that I am truly sorry, truly. And I want to promise you that it will never happen again, you have my word.”
“Draco I can’t--”
“I’m done. Okay? I’m done protecting my reputation, you hear me? In fact, how about I go and announce it.” He stood up, leaving you with no time to convince him otherwise.
“Stop it, you don’t have to embarrass yourself,” You pleaded.
Draco shook his head, disagreeing, “No, I want to. So let me.”
Grabbing you by the hand, he dragged you away from the wiggentree, and straight back into the Courtyard where everyone looked at you oddly.
Once in everyone's line of sight, your boyfriend pulled you in front of him with hands secured around your waist. “This,” he reffered to you, “--is my girlfriend, whom I love dearly. If anyone has a problem with that--”
Temporarily pausing his speech, Draco sent his team captain a quick, yet effective glare. “--let me know.”
Ignoring the sudden talk, he brought you back to your previous spot. By now, your cheeks were blazing from the sudden embarrassment. “What did you just do?” You asked him, eyes wide with concern.
“Something I should have done a long time ago.”
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Hey there! I was rereading remain nameless when I realized you've done something that no other author has done (that I have seen). I have been reading dramione now since 2016 and trust me I've read a lot of fic. You are the first author that I've seen that has hermione start a muggleborn foundation for first year students. It's usually that she's in the ministry with the magical creatures department which is totally fine, nothing wrong with that. But starting the muggleborn program just..makes sense. It's totally something she would do along with the creature work. And like you say in the fic, it's something that's totally needed and beyond past due. Like imagine at 11 years old you and your family's world get turned upside down and you're expected on Sept 1 to adapt to this new culture. Like..no. no way in hell. Especially for the parents too like wtf. Comparing it to muggle university sealed the deal for me. Like that's the whole point of orientation and family programs for first year college students! So I guess I'm trying to say is thanks for writing this awesome program (and this awesome fic too)! I totally wish to see a canon where this is implemented with hermione turning the wizarding world in the right direction.
Hey anon!
Thank you so much. Part of the reason RN is so long is because I couldn’t leave well enough alone when it came to canon things I wanted to fix. The muggleborn experience being a major one. I just cannot imagine how difficult that must be. Let’s take Hermione’s experience first. She has two (seemingly) involved, supportive parents, both dentists and no other siblings. They’ve got to come to terms with her being magical and then be all right with shipping her off to Scotland for most of the year, to a school they have never seen, to a world they can barely comprehend. I just cannot wrap my brain around muggle parents being okay with this? Before they even get to that point of acceptance, they’ve got to go on this bonkers shopping expedition, starting with Gringotts and just… figure it out on their own?
A family like Hermione’s is going to have a difficult enough time with it. Now what about other muggleborn children like Dean Thomas? From what little we’re given of him, we know he’s the only magical person in his family (from DH it seems he has a mother and sisters, all non-magical). A magical child of a single muggle parent with muggle siblings in tow? That’s going to be a nightmare. And I think of the Creeveys too, their dad’s a milkman and according to Colin (from CoS): “It's amazing here, isn't it? I never knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic till I got the letter from Hogwarts."
I think Hermione would be horrified at how ill-prepared these children and families are to enter the magical world. And so her program is my attempt to have some sort of orientation to magic prior to September 1.
I actually cut a scene when I was writing RN where Hermione tells Draco about her time spent Petrified in their Second Year. But I got too bogged down in the logistics of her parents trying to visit the school and how would they get there and how they’re informed their daughter is basically comatose and yeah, I think the story was long enough. Readers got the point, it makes no sense for Hogwarts, a school that has been around for a thousand years, to not have some sort of informational outreach procedure for muggleborn children/families. Like you can’t tell me there isn’t a Muggle equivalent of Lucius Malfoy trying to storm up to the school every other day over hippogriffs or potions accidents. Obviously with the books being from Harry’s POV we’re limited to how many other characters’ lives we can see, but the lack of time given to Hermione’s family life is such a gaping hole for me.
Thanks for reading and for the ask!
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Hey! How are you sweetie? 🥺
Could do something for the golden trio era characters + Adrian to waking up to their s/o who’s having a wet dream about them? I think it would be just... ✨interesting✨
I am good baby thank you for asking ❤️❤️
Harry
Wakes up and is lowkey scared because he heard you and doesn’t know what is happening
But you don’t look scared and he kinda pauses
And then he can hear you soft breathes and little moans and he gets hard instantly
Probably doesn’t wake you up but definitely brings it up the next morning
Draco
You would probably reach out to him and grip him really hard and he wakes up lowkey annoyed
But then he sees your face contorted in pleasure and he is like oh
Watches you for a while just to admire you before he gets to horny
Has to wake you up and make your dream a reality
Cedric
Is very concerned when he hears you and wakes up
Tries to wake you up but then realises what is happening
Gets really cocky about it
Probably accidentally wakes you up somehow and now he is making you feel better
Ron
Is rubbing his eyes and confused because you woke him up
Realises what is happening almost instantly - he knows your moans very well
Listens to you and just admires to hear your pretty noises and tries to guess what exactly you’re dreaming about
Wakes you up because he is hard
Fred
Wakes up but it takes him a while so while he is trying to wake himself up he can hear you
Gets super cocky about it and probably starts kissing you awake
Teases you about it because even in your sleep you’re horny for him
Makes it into a reality
George
Is very concerned when you wake him up because you were moaning too loud
Realises what is happening really quickly
Admires you for a moment but gets too horny
Wakes you up softly and when you’re all flustered ensures you know he thinks its hot
Oliver
Gets really really cocky about it
Wakes you up almost instantly
Tries to play a fun game where he does things to you and he is trying to guess what happened in the dream
Thinks its really hot and tells you to dream of him when you fall asleep again
Neville
Gets really flustered but also really happy you’re thinking about him
Is in two minds about waking you up and goes to do it but then doesn’t
Probably waits until you wake up
Asks you what you dreamt about with the biggest smirk
Blaise
Probably records your pretty noises
And definitely shows you in the morning
But in the moment he wakes you up with soft kisses
Promises to make you feel even better than what you did in the dream
Bill
Probably starts touching himself
Until you wake up and you’re like wtf is happening
And he explains that he heard you
And then you probably have sex until morning
Charlie
Will admire you for a long time before deciding to wake you up
Teases you a little for it but is ultimately more concerned with making you feel good
Is happy to spend the next morning cuddling in bed all day because you’re tired from the night before
Makes you go into explicit detail about your dream
Tom
Is too impatient to sit and watch you
Is waking you up and asking how your dream was with a big smirk
Makes you feel even better than the dream
Like he just completely rails you because obviously you can’t get enough of him
Adrian
Definitely records it
And he wouldn’t show you it until like a week later when you’ve forgotten about it
Definitely wakes you up to make you feel good
Teases you a lot about it
Hermione
Very shocked and taken aback
Also very flustered about it
Listens to you for a minute and just admires you
Might wait until the next day to make it a reality depending on the time and what you are doing the next day
Ginny
Gets really confident and cocky about it
Will immediately wake you up because now she is horny
Teases you a little about it
Trying to make you moan louder than you did in the dream
Luna
Is very confused about it at first and wakes you up because she thinks you’re having a bad dream
Then she would tell you all about some magical creature that causes dreams
And then once she finishes you tell what your dream was about
Somehow getting even more confused than what she was before
Pansy
Definitely films you and wakes you up to show that she recorded you
Getting all flustered and embarrassed because she probably mocks your moans
But then telling you that she wants to make you scream instead
And fulfilling her promise
Fleur
Thinks it is really cute and admires you for a moment
Might not wake you up depending on how she is feeling and the time and such
But she does bring it up and tells you that she thinks it is cute
Lots of reassurance when you get flustered and embarrassed
#hap#dm#cd#rw#gw#fw#ow#nl#bz#bw#cw#tr#ap#hg#ll#giw#pap#fd#preference#smut#harry potter preference#harry potter smut
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ahhhh! thank you all soso much for the 300 followers! i just hit 200 last week?! how are there 300 of you? i honestly don’t know, but i started this account as a place to just read smut and then i decided to post on here. the reason why my first post was angst was because i was being a slut for angst to feel something in those few moments- okay i’ll stop myself right there. for this milestone i’m going to do mutual appreciation for the moots i’ve interacted with the most so far! (if we’re moots and u wanna interact pls do, i’m not scary!)
okayy first up,
@underappreciated-spoon-321
i love you so much bby, i could not believe it when you followed me. i was legit crying happy tears and i specifically remember you followed me after i posted “needy” random lol.
your writing is immaculate, absolutely lovely. ur smut *chefs kisses* i love that you put up with my shit photos that i send you and that you actually ask for more- but it baffled me when you first interacted with me, this was my reaction
*deep breath* “omfg! (ur username) just interacted with me, wtf do i do?!” also ur nick name reminds me of belly from dear, draco.
i’m not writing a lot, bc for your sleepover i wrote you a damn paragraph 😭 but i love u sm belly!! 👩❤️💋👩
@dracoskinks
ARI! i love talking to you, bc i can talk about anything and when i say anything i mean anything. like kinks, porn, random draco scenarios, etc… you are one of the funniest people i have seen on this app.
ur blunt and funny at the same time, it just makes it more fun to talk to you. ur smut is soso good, bc i don’t find a lot of smut with a dom!reader and sub!draco.
i remember you followed me, so out of curiosity i checked out your blog and saw your piss kink fic and that did it for me. after that i followed you back and we became moots ajnwja. when ur first account got terminated you scared me so fucking much, because i thought you were going to leave tumblr forever. don’t. ever. play. like. that. again. i’m glad we became moots bc i fucking love you <3
@opalsheart
I LOVE YOU SM! i think u were the first moot that i interacted with in direct messages, bc you had tea to spill, and ever since than we’ve been #4lifers. you send me edits and hate on t*m felton with me on instagram. you were the first mutual to know what i looked like lmaoo. u r an absolute goddess, bestie, like what- i know that you can pull anyone you want, so stop playing when you talk about someone.
even though we have a fucking 12 hour time difference, we still find time to talk to each other. it is so fun talking with you and the fact that when we talk it’s night for one of us. you let me send that stupid tik tok of ed sheeran and t*m felton to you and it probably haunts your dreams now ajnwajsj-
i appreciate that you study ur MF ass off for your exams, bc i could never. and you even send me those cute memes when i wake up- also we better be watching those true crime documentaries, bc i’m still waiting. idc if we have a time difference :) anyways ILY SM ELLIE !! <3
@laceycallisto
okay- where do i even get started with this. we first interacted when i reblogged that draco fan fic and we reblogged talking about how desperate we were trying to find that iconic fic. and i forgot that the creator could see all the reblogging we were doing- you texted me directly about adding my name into your tags, which obviously i agreed to. then we just started talking about random shit like how we were superior because we were june geminis. or how we talked about being in love with remus lupin.
i have vivid flash backs of how your remus fic hurt me. i cried my false lashes off proof reading janajaj- bestie- you’ve seen me cry ajnwja- your writing is ethereal, i don’t know how you can see that? your so nice too, like girly u gave me ur netflix within like a day of knowing each other 💀 we watched bridgerton in two mother fucking sittings. we ate that bridgerton hoe up!
all ur input on the scenes were so funny like the “with child” and “dicking” comments 😭 i love how it’s so easy to talk to you about everything, like how dumb i am- even talking about the privilege of being poc and not burning in the sun. bruh u even let me tag u in dumb tik tok videos, like what?! and i think your the only mutual i have that’s in the same time zone as me… also we better binge the next season. but ily sm, ur like my older sister, even if u say ur life is shitty 😭 <3
@dracomalfoys-wh0re
honestly, kacia. i owe a lot to you for my account being “found” or whatever, bc you reblogged a fic of mine, i’m pretty sure it was “common room” and that’s when i started getting notes and followers najajwjwj- you might not know that but i do 💀 i will forever remember that.
you literally were one of the first accounts ever- to follow me. and i won’t lie, i went crazy when u followed me because i love your fics so much! you are so funny and blunt too i swear 😭
and can we talk about your tom riddle fic? like?!the fact that you really showed tom’s true personality and character. every world had me enthralled further into the fic, the way you wrote him is exactly how i think tom riddle would act towards his s/o. his toxicity and gaslighting is too accurate.
moving on from the discussion of your fic, which is amazing, ily sm babe!!
@yoooespinosa
we’ve interacted a few times and when u texted me directly saying that you thought i was sweet, i literally went, “omg- people think i’m sweet” in a good way, not bad jkwajjw- can i just get started on your writing, because oh. my. fucking. god. it is the most captivating and heart breaking thing i’ve ever seen- the emotions that you put into every word completes the entire fic. every angst piece that you have written, made me cry or made something inside me just twist with sadness. it is truly lovely and magnificent.
how do ur fics not get thousands of notes? because everyone should see what you write, it’s unfair that others haven’t seen your fics. when u explained your dream to me, i swear you practically wrote a whole fic 😭
i remember u said that you wanted to do a face reveal, but we’re scared. bestie what are you scared of? you look like an ANGEL!! and if anyone were to disagree, they are obviously blind. but ily bestie <3
@o-rion-sta-r
BESTIE BAE ORION i love you so much!interacting with you is honestly so fun. and i remember like literally yesterday we were trying to figure out ari’s time zone and we were freaking out. you, ari, and me all have a fucking time difference 😭 it sucks so much!
at least every day you ask me how my days been and i think that’s so sweet, because before i got on tumblr people didn’t ask that question. i appreciate that you ask me that and just random questions in general, because i love interacting with you so much. and you should start writing bby! i will reblog anything you write, also ily sm <3
@ilygw
we don’t talk a lot, but you seem like a fun person! i love seeing all the edits you post on here, bc honestly i need more ferret boy content. i know there is a lot, but i feel like i’ve seen all of them. until i see you posting a new edit and i’m like, “okay… i guess i haven’t seen every draco edit” but that’s all i have lol, ly!!
@arcaneslut
to be honest, you seemed so intimidating to me. i know you said you’re not, but to me you seemed really scary even though i knew you weren’t 😭 i just interacted with you recently and you are so sweet i swear! i love all ur fics, especially “and then i felt nothing” because when i read this fic you better believe i was crying so hard- to the point where i couldn’t breath- everything was written so beautifully, i couldn’t believe it.
i love how one thing we share in common is losing our phones 💀 but i just wanted to say thank you for explaining the whole sleepover and celebration things to me! even tho we just started interacting i already love u!!
moots bc i’m in love with all of them: @just-a-smol-spoon @dreamy-clousds @dracoskinks @unedibledaisyduck @thatsassyhufflepuff @a-aexotic @l0vely-lupin @gothboutique @wolfstar4lifee @littlemissnoname13 @deatthfairy @arcaneslut @ladyvesuvia @laceycallisto @dracossweetprincess @the-lonely-poet-loves-to-weep @realityblocked @harmqnia @yoooespinosa @opalsheart @lilscloud @cupids-crystals @mellifluousart @lunas-kisses @malfoysmainb @klauscarolove @crystxlss @beforeoursunsets @marrymetheonott @queeriacs @electriclocean @dlmmdl @o-rion-sta-r @sfdlm @ilygw @desiredmalfoy @underappreciated-spoon-321 @draco-and-tom @hellounicorn @mugglesthesedays @dracomalfoys-wh0re
if i didn’t tag u it’s bc i can’t tag more than 50 blogs :(
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Chapter 17.
Note from Chat GPT user: I hit regenerate to get this from the same prompt as Chapter 18.( Chapter 17???)
AN: Stop flaming the story! If you're a prep, then don't read it! You can tell whether you're a prep or not by taking my quiz on my homepage. If you're not, then you rock. If you are, then FOOOOOK UFFFFFFFFFF! P.S. Willow isn't really a prep. Raven, please do this, I'll promise to give you back your poster!
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Tom Riddle gave us some clothes and stuff for free. He said he would help us with makeup if he wanted, 'cause he was really into fashion and stuff (he's bisexual). Hagrid kept shooting at us to come back to Hogwarts. "WTF, Hagrid?" I shouted angrily. "Fuck off, you fucking bastard." Well anyway, Willow came. Hagrid went away angrily.
"Hey, bitch, you look kawaii," she said.
"Yeah, but not as kawaii as you," I answered sadly, 'cause Willow's really pretty and everything. She was wearing a short black corset-thingy with blood-red lace on it and a black blood-red miniskirt, leather fishnets, and black pointy boots that showed off how pale she was. She had a really nice body with big boobs and everything. She was thin enough to be anorexic.
"So, are you going to the concert with Draco?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said happily.
"I'm going with Diabolo," she answered happily. Well, anyway, Draco and Diabolo came. They were both looking extremely hot and sexy, and you could tell they thought we were too. Diabolo was wearing a black t-shirt that said '666' on it. He was wearing tons of makeup just like Marilyn Manson. Draco was wearing black leather pants, a gothic black GC t-shirt, and black Vans he got from the Warped Tower. B'loody Mary was going to the concert with Dracula. Dracula used to be called Navel, but it turned out that he was kidnapped at birth and his real family were vampires. They died in a car crash. Navel converted to Satanism, and he went goth. He was in Slytherin now. He was wearing a black Warped t-shirt, black jeans and shoes, and black hair with red streaks in it. We call him Dracula now. Well, anyway, we all went to Draco's black Mercedes-Benz (get it, 'cause we're goffik) that his dad Lucian gave him. We did pot, coke, and crack. Draco and I made out. We made fun of those stupid fucking preps. We soon got there... I gasped.
Gerard was the sexiest guy ever! He looked even sexier than he did in pics. He had long raven-black hair and piercing blue eyes. He was really skinny, and he had an amazing ethnic voice. We moshed to "Helena" and some other songs. Suddenly, Gerard pulled off his mask. So did the other members. I gasped. It wasn't Gerard at all! It was an ugly preppy man with no nose and red eyes... Everyone ran away, but me and Draco. Draco and I came. It was... Voldemort and the Death Eaters!
"You moronic idiots!" he shouted angrily. "Enoby, I told you to kill Vampire. Thou have failed. And now... I shall kill you and Draco!"
"No, no, please!" we begged sadly, but he took out his knife.
Suddenly, a gothic old man flew in on his broomstick. He had long black hair and a long black beard. He was wearing a black robe that said 'Avril Lavigne' on the back. He shouted a spell, and Voldemort ran away. It was... DUMBLEDORE!
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