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pawnshopbleus · 5 months

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The songbird was soo good I’m a sucker for jealousy 💗 could you maybe do jealous!snow x reader 🤭 ik he’d be so broody and hot

Flickerman's Charm

Summary - Lucretius "Lucky" Flickerman was charismatic and charming, not to mention pretty handsome. Women all over Panem (well, the ones with televisions) fawned over the weathercaster. He seemed harmless enough, but during the games, Lucretius gets a little too close to you and Coriolanus doesn’t like it.

Warning - Jealous Coriolanus, Cunty Draco Malfoy can do no wrong, P in V sex, Quickie in a closet, possessive Coriolanus. No contraceptives, Creampie, Coral slander (She's the 'District Four scum.' I did not like her 🤷🏿‍♀️), Mention of death, Not beta read :0

Author's Note - I AM OBSESSED WITH MAKING THE READER A PLINTH!! Anon, I hope I made you proud.

You cursed under your breath as you watched the big screen. Your tribute had been killed in the most brutal way. Your heart hurts for the poor kid. He was so young, so full of life, and now he was dead. Dead in less than twenty seconds by a group of tributes that had made an alliance. They stole his food and medicine. The food and medicine that you had begged your father for was now in the hands of some District Four scum.

With a huff, you remove yourself from your seat and sit with the other students from the Academy in the regular audience. Your classmates patted you on the back and gave their condolences as you sat there with your arms crossed.

Your reaction was better than your brother who threw his desk in anger as he saw his tribute, Marcus. He was strung up by steel poles and left to hang by his manacles. He was alive but badly beaten, but Sejanus didn’t know that. He was gone before he could see that Marcus was still alive, but there was no saving him. He was mercifully killed by another tribute.

His reaction was understandable. Marcus and him were boys together. They were one and the same, but the Plinths had money. They could afford to get out of there, but if they hadn't, that could have been Sejanus or you up there. That thought caused a chill to run down your spine.

Lucretius "Lucky" Flickerman had announced your tribute's death and watched you walk away. He said something witty and winked at the camera. Coriolanus subtly rolled his eyes and focused his attention back on the big screen.

It had been some time since the last death. People yawned and talked as the cameras flicked between tributes. It was quiet and dead. For the first time that night, there was no action going on. Coriolanus finally let his shoulders fall. He had been so tense throughout the entire first half of the games. At first, Lucy Grey didn’t take his advice. She was selfless and wanted to help the other tribute from her district. That would have been admirable if it wasn’t a life-or-death situation.

Coriolanus got up from his desk and scanned the room for you. He wanted to check in on you and see if you were okay. He knew that the games were hard for you and Sejanus. You two weren’t born in the capital which made you stand out. No matter how much money you had, people would still consider you District trash. Not him though. You were so much more than your status and wealth. You were kind, funny, bright, and extremely beautiful. Coriolanus was lucky you picked him. Out of every man in the Capital, you picked him.

Coriolanus’s eyes found you in the corner of the room. You were sitting in a chair while Flickerman leaned up against the wall. You looked up at him eagerly and ready to please. Flickerman tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear and tapped your chin affectionately. To the untrained eye, these gestures might have seemed innocent, but to Coriolanus, they didn’t.

His hands balled up into fists at his sides. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from yelling. He didn’t blame you, of course. You could do no wrong. It was Flickerman who was in the wrong. He was so much older than you. He was taking advantage of someone younger and sweeter.

He couldn’t believe the balls of this man. Everyone in the Capital knew that Coriolanus Snow and the daughter of Strabo Plinth were in a very committed relationship. Flickerman must have had a death wish because he patted your cheek affectionately. Coriolanus was the only one who was allowed to touch you. Coriolanus was the only one who got the pleasure of feeling your soft skin under his touch.

Before he knew it, Coriolanus was standing in front of you and Flickerman. He didn’t say a word as he grabbed you by your upper arm and pulled you out of the screening room. He didn’t care that the games were just starting to get interesting. He didn’t care that him storming out with you in his arms had just been broadcast on live television. All he cared about in this moment was you, and only you.

He dragged you to a closet not too far from the screening room. People gave the two of you confused looks as you stumbled every few steps.

Coriolanus pushed you into the dark closet and followed you in. He slammed the door behind him, leaving the two of you in the dark closet. The room was cold and you shuddered at the thought of what might come next.

“Coryo, what are you-”

You were shut up by Coriolanus' lips on yours. His lips moved in tandem with yours as the kiss got deeper and deeper. Coriolanus’s hands snaked up to the sides of your face, guiding you through the kiss. His lips were soft, contrasting the rhythm of the kiss. His body melted into yours. His hips rutted into yours as the two of you got carried away.

Coriolanus pulled away. He softly placed his forehead on yours and looked into your half-lidded eyes.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, his mouth just inches away from yours.

You smirked, “No one.”

“Who do you belong to?” he bellowed. The people outside of the closet must have been too naive or too invested in the drama to care about Coriolanus's tone.

“You,” you breathed as you kissed him this time. He ripped his uniform off of himself and returned to the warmth of your lips. He squeezed at the flesh of your hips, silently begging you to take off your pants. You followed his request and kicked the red pants and skirt off of you. The Academy’s uniform was very impractical during this time.

Coriolanus' breathing was heavy from kissing you. “Are you sure you want this?” Like the gentleman he is, he asked for your consent. Even during the heated moments of passion, he wanted to let you know that you had the opportunity to say ‘no.’

You nodded your head but that wasn’t good enough. He bit the sensitive part of your neck, urging you to use your words. “Yes, Coryo. Fuck me.”

And he did just that. You were already wet from the way his hips rutted into yours earlier. That simple action made your clit throb and pussy soak your two hundred-dollar panties. Coriolanus flipped you around. Your clothed chest was against the cold wall of the closet and your legs were spread, exposing your cunt to the cold air. Coriolanus circled your clit with the tip of his hard cock and smeared your slick all along his length.

“Look at you. Already wet and I haven’t even touched you.” That was a lie. He’s done a lot more than just touch you, but you didn’t want to correct him.

Coriolanus slowly eased into you, letting your pussy stretch deliciously around him. He groaned in pleasure as your insides welcomed him with ease. You were made for him and only him.

Coriolanus’s hips slapped into your ass as he began to thrust in and out of you. He couldn’t choose what to do with his hands so he decided to alternate between slapping your ass cheeks and holding onto your waist. You, on the other hand, had one hand clamped over your mouth and the other was planted on the wall.

Coriolanus guided your hand from the wall to your clit, urging you to play with it. God, did it feel good. With his balls slapping your tender pussy, and his cock thrusting in and out of you, your clit was already begging to be played with. She was insatiable and begged to be the object that you spent the most time focusing on. You rubbed your clit from side to side, back and forth, trying to find the right angle until you found it. Your eyes fluttered close as you let out a silent moan, loving the way everything felt. Even though the closet was colder than ice, you were getting warm. Your hand rubbed your clit faster and faster as Coriolanus’s thrust matched your movements. If he kept going like that, you were going to come. The delicious thrust against your G-spot caused you to arch your back, searching for a deeper angle.

Coriolanus moaned at the newfound angle. You were so goddamn beautiful and for a split second, he couldn’t believe that you were real. He couldn’t believe that you chose him to be your boyfriend when there were more suitable men in the Capital, but he was thankful that you chose him. So thankful that he was the only one who could feel the way your pussy spasmed as you came. Your body shook with intense pleasure and Coriolanus continued his persistent thrusts, guiding you through your orgasm.

Coriolanus was close too. The way your pussy squeezed his cock made him double over in pleasure. His thrusts became slow and drawn out. His breathing became labored and rough as he tried to hold off his orgasm. Not too long after, he came inside of you. His cock painted your insides white. You could feel his throbbing cock release inside of you, and you nearly came again.

He slowly eased out of you. He knew how sensitive you were after sex and he always tried to make sure that this part was as painless as possible. He grabbed your underwear from the floor and handed them to you. His come had already begun to drip down your thighs. The sight made his cock twitch. You slide your panties up your thighs and let them take their rightful place on your pussy, trapping his come inside of you.

Once the two of you were fully dressed and ready, Coriolanus placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You did so good for me, dove. I’m sorry I was so rough earlier.”

“It’s okay,” you mumbled. “I just want to know what I did wrong.”

Coriolanus sighed, “You did nothing wrong. It was Flickerman.”

You were confused as to what Coriolanus was referring to. All he did was tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear and oh- Was Coriolanus jealous?

“Coryo, you have nothing to worry about. I only have eyes for you.” You booped his nose affectionately which caused him to crinkle it and smile. A smile from him was rare these days. He was always so stressed about school, money, the games, or how he was going to style his hair in the mornings.

Outside of the closet, cheers could be heard. You looked at Coriolanus in the dark closet and he opened the door. It took your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the light from the hallway. Coriolanus looked at you in the light and you looked at him. The two of you definitely looked like you two just fucked. You went to go fix your hair, but he moved your hand away from your own hair.

“Leave it. I want them to know that I'm the only man that can fuck you."

#coriolanus snow x reader #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #smut #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow #the hunger games

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thedrarrylibrarian · 2 years

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Hiii I hope you're well! I just watched pride and prejudice (2005) for the first time and now I'm looking for all the drarry PaP AUs I can find. Do you happen to know any? Thank you in advance

It’s a truth universally acknowledged that librarians love Pride and Prejudice! This is a fun request and I most ardently loved putting this list together for you. I hope your dance card isn’t too full because your holds have arrived!

Pride and Prejudice Vibes

A Truth Universally Acknowledged by @aedwritesfic (2,479 words, rated T)

Bored out of his mind during quarantine, Harry joins the virtual book club hosted by the hot new librarian in Godric's Hollow.

I Hardly Know by cathcer1984 (6,934 words, rated T)

Harry Potter does not like Draco Malfoy. At least that's what he tells himself.

The Pleasure of Understanding You by drarryisgreen (11,990 words, rated E)

An adaptation of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice.

A Truth Universally Acknowledged by @sorrybutblog (17,363 words, rated M)

A year out from the war, Harry agrees to accompany Hermione on a historical walking tour of Pride and Prejudice. Not in the itinerary: running into Draco Malfoy, setting off a summer of stately homes, lavish parties, resentful shagging, and maybe, falling in love.

amid this warm and steady sweetness by @forestgreenlesbian (21,182 words, rated E)

Harry is not living in a period drama, no matter what his friends or his new house or Malfoy’s sudden affinity for horse-riding might suggest, and if one more person uses the word courting, he’s going to start hexing people.

Romp and Circumstance by @wolfpants (35,505 words, rated E)

Since the war, Harry Potter has gone from Saviour to Scoundrel—not that he’s complaining.

With a schedule full of gorgeous men, alcohol, and late nights, why would he want to change? Enter Draco Malfoy: beautiful, sharp, and completely untouchable. When Draco comes to Harry with a proposition to help him attract an engagement, Harry’s up for it—after all, how hard can it be not falling for his former nemesis?

Very hard, apparently.

Recompense & Reparo by sablier_sarcelle (48,981 words, rated E)

And Mr. Draco Malfoy, pureblood wizard whose reputation has certainly been slandered by The War (and perhaps even by his own actions in said war) has a plan. A list of five steps to restore the Malfoy family to its proper place in society.

That is until Harry Potter comes along and mucks it all.

A Regency AU, in which there are ungloved touches, letters, meddling mothers, and hope that love can somehow find a way.

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️

Lots of Love and Happy Reading!

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thereaderarchive · 1 year

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ch.46: Bigger than me

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: Bigger than me by Louis Tomlinson ♫ (sept‘22) | words: 1511 | all chapters / prev / next

This is long, Ron-centric and yet, if you have read the previous chapters, only possible thanks to Harry and Draco during 8th year, so... sorry if it's a weird drarry microfic, please ignore if it doesn't fit the rules. Give ch.37 a quick read for context.

"Do you ever ask why it's not black and white?" (Louis Tomlinson).

Ron lives in a delicate balance for a while after the war. There is hope, big expectations and, a second later, hopelessness, a space forever emptied inside his heart. Oh, he can go on about his day, but it hurts every step of the way. He is maimed and can't even start to imagine how it is for his mum... or George.

He is quite lucky, he knows. Order of Merlin and the only glory that counted when one was a kid: your face in a chocolate frog card. He is celebrated by Cannon players, he is loved by the girl he loves, and he is alive- he even got his NEWTs. He worked for them! And now he is ready: He will become an Auror, he will stop all of this from happening again, he will do whatever it takes for kids not to fight dark wizards, and for brothers to never be separated. He will... with his best friend.

Expectations aren't reality, however. Harry left after their first day.

"I can do it- I simply don't want to anymore, Ron," he says. And what is he going to say back? "Don't leave me alone"? Harry deserves peace, more than anyone else he knows. So Ron hugs him tight (they do that now). He will never miss the chance to hug one of his brothers ever again.

Neville is with him, so that's okay. There are more recruits now than in previous decades, it sounds good on paper, but in reality, they are all former kid soldiers. Neville, Dean, Lavender, Alicia, Cho, Hannah, Parvati, Terry.

He trains hard and studies harder. He proves his place. He will be the one to protect them now.

Training is tedious and surrounded by bothersome secrecy. He's magically prevented from telling Harry or Hermione why he can't move his arm for a week, that he has a curse now, "Just for practice so you kids know how things are on the field!" Savage chirped, all broad smile the bloody bastard, as if he didn't know how it is in a war.

When Hermione asks, his mouth says: "I drank too much and fell down the stairs", his tongue tied by a bloody curse. His mum hears and demands to know who are these drinking companions, probably to ask his dad to keep an eye on them because Harry would have never let him hurt himself. Harry whispers that he would have, and they laugh before being scolded. His meal portion is smaller than usual.

Two years later, he's finally a junior, still in training (Merlin, when will that be over?), but now he can help instruct the recruits, and that's exciting. Things are falling into place, too: Harry has just opened his bakery, Hermione is advancing in her career, and he's waiting for the right time to propose. Then Malfoy enters the picture. He's slandered by his peers.

Something you need to know about the Aurors Academy is that is not the place for blooming friendship and companionship, half the time Ron thinks they want you to quit. In the past, he wouldn't have cared, but his best friend protected the ferret, so when the other Aurors and trainees voice that Malfoy should be "rotting away in Azkaban", they are talking against Harry's better judgement, and none of them was there as they did. Only the senior Aurors train with Malfoy -they have to, not that it keeps their mouths shut- until Ron gives the first step. Such a grown-up. Maybe Hermione would find him sexy if she knew. He can't tell her, but the thought helps him through the days.

"You're using too much force, mate," he says. Malfoy turns pink-eared, and Ron expects him to fight back, he's been waiting for his reaction every day since he arrived all proper and mute in the grim training rooms, but Malfoy doesn't say a thing. His lips are thin and white, tightly pressed together before trying again slower. It's not what he should do, so Ron explains again. Fast and delicate, precise, until the movements become natural.

Months later, training together develops into eating bagels together because well, Ron deserves to treat himself after leaving thousands of puddles of sweat on the training room's floor and studying until he wants to take his eyes out of their sockets and place them on ice water. They add some pints months after that, it goes well with food, nothing else. Malfoy is quieter than before and Ron only wants to punch him 15% of the time they spend together. He is still a right arse when he opens his mouth, but most of the time it's because he's a posh git.

In retrospect, he should have known it would happen. He was so convinced he was going to be partnered with Nev that he never even thought that being the only one willing to practice and hang out with Malfoy would make him THE sole candidate for the partnership.

He should be grateful to have a partnership before graduating, the senior Aurors said. And Ron did say he wanted to be treated as everyone else. What was he thinking?! He hates it. One thing is doing what Harry would, another is having to spend every single working hour of the rest of his career with Malfoy, who is still a complete git, chips and pints notwithstanding. He's a clean freak, for starters, and no one can touch his things, even if the item in question is a little paper scrap forgotten on the table for a whole week.

The graduation ceremony is formal and quick. Dawlish hands his charcoal Auror robes (no more trainee-maroon) and badge, then Head Auror Robards himself informs them he's graduated with First Class Honours, which doesn't mean much, but Hermione's eyes are wide as saucers, and Harry and Seamus (invited by Dean) wolf whistle until they are given disapproving glances. He's taken for pictures and when he finally joins his friends, Harry is glancing in every direction like Pig when he suspects there is bacon for breakfast.

"Yeah, a bit depressing, innit? I suppose half the secrecy is due to the fact this place hasn't been cleaned in centuries," Ron says examining the grim offices he'll be occupying officially now.

Hermione snorts, sipping her drink. "Oh, Ron, he is not looking desperately at the decor."

"I'm not looking desperately at anything," Harry hisses, frowning at Hermione.

"Right. Someone explain."

"Trust me, mate, you won't believe me, but I saw Draco Malfoy," Harry whispers.

"You believe you saw something white-blond by the corner of your eye, Harry," Hermione clarifies.

"Yeah, Malfoy!"

"Draco Malfoy at the Aurors' graduating ceremony?" She deadpans.

"That's- um- well... he will, eventually. Now that you mention it- maybe I should tell you that- we- willy- Gillyweed has many potential side-effects on the respiratory system than can last up to three months after an excessive intake," he recited, lips moving and forming words he hadn't meant to say. So the spell is still in place, bloody hell.

"Malfoy is an Auror?" Harry asks, ignoring the Gillyweed information Ron didn't know he knew, rude. Hermione seems a tad impressed. Maybe that's wishful thinking.

Ron wonders if he can answer, the charm goes from unimportant information to embarrassing secrets if you keep pushing it. It should be a curse. "Training to be."

"Oh," Harry says. There is a shy smile on his lips.

"That's... unexpected," Hermione musses.

"Why?" Harry asks, frowning, defying in his voice while he turns to Hermione. "I'm sure he wanted to clear his name. And he should be good at it if he's been accepted, right? Is he? Any good, I mean?" He says, eyes on Ron.

"In reality, maroon isn't my colour," Ron says instead of 'I can't fucking speak about it, you pillock'.

"No, it isn't," Hermione agrees. "And it's unexpected because he wasn't in the NEWTs classes needed," she admonished. "I'm sure he's good at it if he's graduating. Anyway, perhaps he wasn't the blonde thing you saw. I do wonder if it's been tough- Aurors weren't exactly pleasant to him that day at his trial," she turns to Ron now. Harry is worrying his lip.

"I made a gnome explode when I was five! He'd stolen my sandwich! I wanted him to trip, not explode!" Ron's mouth says. "Bloody hell! Let's change the topic, shall we?" He can't say the Aurors had been arseholes with Malfoy, that they are on friendly terms and that he is his partner. "He's in good hands," Ron manages to say when he notices Harry fidgeting.

Neville, Lavender, Dean and Parvati join them accompanied by a singing Seamus wearing Dean's brand new badge, which is against the law, but who cares. They are a happy and chaotic bunch, life is good they are the group Ron wants to work with to make their world better. He is so distracted by their plans to keep celebrating for the night that he doesn't notices when Harry disappears from the group.

Read chapter 58 to know where Harry was / what happens next.

#where did harry go you ask? WHERE DO YOU THINK?!#he was rapidly becoming obsessed with draco malfoy #drarry microfic #romione #drarry drabble #this is too long i'm sorry i just love ron very much #drarry #thereaderarchive writes #giving in to the love

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threeopennames · 1 year

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HP1C9

The Midnight Duel That Doesn't Happen Why Do You Lie To Me Like This

Since this is such a Draco heavy chapter, we'll really be delving into what this character is supposed to be doing for the story, which is fun! The first few paragraphs are not promising, though. We are told that Draco is worse than Dudley, which on the face of it, doesn't seem all that reasonable. Draco is clearly an awful little brat who says mean things and all that, but he's not a serial abuser like Dudley was. In fact, in these opening few pages, we get a list of Draco's 'bad' behavior but it kind of comes of as...really petty stuff to get upset by. Now I'm not a Draco apologist, but let me lay out the stuff we're supposed to hate him for.

Harry complains about how he's going to look like a fool in front of Draco during broom practice. This is pure speculation, and anyway, his performance is something he has total control over anyway, as Hermione will show later.

Draco talks about Quidditch a lot. This is an extremely weird thing to try and ding him points for, because EVERYONE talks about Quidditch a lot. Ron doesn't shut up about it. The AUTHOR doesn't shut up about it.

Draco lies about his escapades (allegedly). Harry also does this plenty later in the series, but I guess it's different when Harry does it, he's not trying to show off or something.

He insults non-magical sports and gets in fights with students about how Quidditch is superior. Oh, no, wait, sorry, that's Ron. Ron is the only one actually starting fights with people and seeking out conflict with those who disagree with him. Draco doesn't say shit.

And then, because we're pre-friendship, Hermione gets slandered for trying to study how to ride a broom before they go out and do it. She's even trying to HELP NEVILLE, who is reasonably concerned about his safety, and this is treated as annoying or something and that she 'bored them all stupid'. I don't understand this mentality at all. Harry is being a hypocrite here. He doesn't want to learn at all how to ride a broom, but is also worried he'll look like a fool for not knowing? Come on, man, are you in school to learn or not?

Neville gets a glass marble thing, which Draco snatches. This is actually a bad thing, so we can finally put a point here for actual bullying and not this weird hearsay Draco bullying that has so far only been vaguely suggested. We're even told, in the text, that Harry and Ron were 'looking for a reason to fight Malfoy', which sounds all kinds of sus. I'm going to let it slide for now, but this comes back later! The teachers are kind of nonchalant about it, and we move onto the broom riding scene.

There's a lot to unpack in this little section, and I'm not even going to get into the silliness of riding a broom as a method of transportation because there's just so much other stuff going on. The first real treat we get to sink our teeth into here is that Harry is a naturally gifted broom rider. I'm not super happy with this. There's a few ways to approach the whole 'talent' thing but I'll just hit 2. From a narrative perspective, having your main character just be naturally gifted at something is kind of a let down, because it removes agency from their character. Harry could have been a 'natural' because of something like, I don't know, he always had an interest in flying, or something. Instead it's kind of treated like he's just, genetically good at it? Or maybe he's just naturally fearless (even though he totally wasn't fearless earlier in the chapter)? I don't really like it. Harry gets a LOT of random, lucky gifts and talents, where it starts feeling like you could put any other character in his position and they'd do just as well.

The other side of this is that it's kind of implied because he's skinny and thin and has practice getting away from Dudley, he's good at maneuvering around on a broom. This kind of goes to the point above, where the author is trying to tie his talent to something he has control over, but since it's framed in this negative context (he's good BECAUSE he got bullied rather than in SPITE of it), it feels kind of...unfortunate. Like man, I sure wish I was bullied as a kid so I could be good at sports. Harry gets all the luck!

Moving along, Neville BREAKS HIS GODDAMN WRIST which is treated as comedy again and not horror, forcing the teacher to run off to get him fixed up. Madam Hooch apparently has friends in powerful places because a student getting horribly injured once again seems to cause no negative repercussions for their job. Hogwarts follows a policy of 'the kids are at fault for everything' apparently. Breaking any bone can be agonizing, it's kind of ridiculous how lightly this is treated by everyone just because magic can kiss a booboo and make it all better. Breaking a bone can be traumatic for a child! But, whatever. We're operating off anime rules where huge injuries can just be shrugged off. We have more Draco/Harry pissing contest stuff to get too.

Directly because of her own inability to properly instruct her students, some students get exposed to more potentially life threatening danger. Draco yoinks Neville's glass thing, and says he's going to hide it in a tree. This seems like a slam dunk way to get him in trouble, since there's dozens of witnesses and the teacher made it clear anyone on a broom was going to get slapped for flying when she wasn't around. Instead Harry does the worst possible thing and gets in a dick measuring contest with Draco by flying up and challenging him. I think the way we're supposed to read this behavior from Harry, and the way I read it as a child, is 'oh that's so cool harry is standing up to a bully'. But as an adult this just comes off as Harry 'looking for a reason to fight' as it was stated he was doing earlier in the chapter. Harry could have, for example, just gotten the orb thing out of the tree after Draco put it there. There wasn't any reason he couldn't have waited for the teacher to come back and do that. In fact there's a whole lot of reasons why acting out in anger like this (and we are in fact told he is angry) is a terrible idea. This further eroded when it becomes clear he's having fun acting out in anger, so any claims he's doing this to defend Neville kind of goes out the window. Harry isn't any different from Draco here. He likes flying and wants an excuse to do whatever he wants and show up his rival. He basically tells Draco he's going to seriously hurt him ("I'll knock you off that broom"), which is something Draco hasn't even done at this point. Like this can't be stated enough, Draco is a trolly little asshole but he hasn't to this point threatened violence at all. Harry, on the other hand, is very deliberately picking a fight. He's even starts it by charging at Draco when Draco very clearly doesn't want to fight. Harry is, objectively, being a bigger shit than Draco here. This is like that kid who threatens to punch somebody on the playground for like, hogging the swings. It's bad behavior, even if the target is being bad themselves.

Anyway, Harry gets caught for being an escalating booger, and is immediately rewarded for it. Very accurately, McGonagall says he could have broken his neck. Harry acts sad about this for a bit, but not enough to apparently ever apologize. Harry doesn't really feel bad about it all, of course. He's only sad he got caught. No reflection, no growth. Kids book, yeah I know. Kids shouldn't learn about things like rules or safety or apologizing, right? Moving on.

The rules get bent for special Harry Potter, and he gets into the cool sports team for House Good Guys. The entire structure of Quidditch as a sport is absurd to begin with, but I think that material has been covered plenty so I won't dwell on it. Suffice to say there's no reason why the story had to be structured like this. Harry didn't need to be rewarded for being a little shit, the same story beats could have been hit with him acting rationally and not like Draco. But, let's be generous, and say it's part of...his scar, or something, making him act like this. That leads right into more Draco content!

Draco challenges him to a midnight duel which is totally against the rules, and Ron is incredibly quick to sweep in and escalate. There's no reason to accept this duel. Well, there's one reason, and it's because Harry is really itching to hurt Draco in a real physical sense. Maybe I'm just a shrill pearl clutcher but this is like, school shooter logic, isn't it? Finally, a chance to catch Draco in a dark alley and pump him full of...magic. Ron and Harry can't wait.

Hermione, as is her trademark now, suggests in a completely reasonable way that Harry and Ron are being incredibly dumb. She's correct that this is selfish of them, and that they could get expelled. Now, you might think back to how Harry was so worried about getting expelled in this VERY SAME CHAPTER, and that he might reflect back on how that felt. Lmao no, he tells Hermione to bugger off and offers absolutely no excuses for why he's being such an aggressive little shit. This raises another issue I noticed happening quite frequently, where Ron is basically Harry's rude voice so that Harry doesn't come off as that big of a dick. Ron gets to say 'shut up' and 'go fuck yourself' (paraphrasing) so that good boy Harry doesn't have to sully his own character by doing it. This is probably some Freudian Id/Super Ego/Ego thing but it does not bode well for Ron's character. Ron is like, consistently one of the worst kids in the book. He makes terrible decisions, gives terrible advice, and is generally just a terrible friend. Oh, but, he redeems himself later, right? Uhhhh we'll get back to that.

The true point of all this duel nonsense was to get them all to sneak into the forbidden room and discover the dog. I understand what the author wanted to do here; you couldn't just have the kids break into a room Dumbledore said not to go into, because that would make them look like nasty little turds rather than adorable little children. But like, they're already breaking a rule to go fight Draco? Why not just have them go into the room because they are curious, or maybe because they wanted to practice their magic, or something. This chain of events just makes Harry look like he's the luckiest asshole in the school. Poor Neville, though. Dude didn't deserve any of this. Where's my Hermione/Neville spin off where they're learning magic and having an adventure that doesn't revolve entirely around proving they have a bigger dick than Draco?

Anyway, we find a dog. The dog doesn't matter, really. It's just another mystery to be explained later. Hermione is described as having a 'bad temper' when they all finally escape, which like, really? They almost actually died and/or got expelled, and her being upset with them is being treated as unreasonable? Jesus christ, Ron and Harry are terrible kids AND friends. Filch gets some hate too, for trying to keep kids from blowing each others brains out, so that's also fun.

And the ride is only just getting started!

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Voldication: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: GAY: A love story in Rome

Notes: I am not a Draco apologist or something like that. I had to write Draco this way because of the story. I do NOT like him at all.

But I DO mean every DUMBledore slander seriously!

Draco POV

Day 4. (Dinner, after DUMBledore’s death)

“We should search for Potter. Now that DUMBledore is dead, it’s easier for us to kill him and his friends.” Aunt Bellatrix said. “You are right, Bellatrix.” Father agreed, “We need to do it fast before he alerts his friends. When Potter is gone, we can take care of the rest easily.” The rest seemed to agree with Aunt Bellatrix and Father. We were all gathered around the dinner table except Oma who had already gone to her room to drink “water” and Delphi who had to go to bed. They were still talking about how they will kill Potter. I don’t know how to feel about that. I mean, I’ve always known that they will eventually try to kill him, but it never occurred to me that they will ever get to the actual point where they had actual chances. I feel sick at the thought of Potter dead. I don’t want him dead. I love him. Ok… I don’t know where that came from. And I don’t like it. I do NOT love Potter. He is the enemy. We hate each other. Make fun of each other in school. Tease each other. But I do NOT care for him. Nor do I love him. Or…. Maybe I AM in love with him. I mean he is HOT AF. And cute. And nice. Yes, maybe I do love him.

“…. Draco!? Are you listening?” Mother yelled at me. “Eh-Eh-yeah of course Mother.” I stuttered out, after being pulled out of my daydream about Potter. “Well, what did we say?” Uncle Voldi said. “You were talking about how and when you are going to kill Potter.” I guessed. I got a nod of approval from everybody, and they went on with the conversation. How do I stop them? I can’t let them kill Pot- Harry… I can’t let him die. I have to do something. I need to find him and warn him of my family’s plans.

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Harry POV

Day 6.

It’s been a day since the beach incident with DUMBledore. I am still mad about him and everything. I decided to stay low for a while. Have fun in Rome, get my life back together and think about everything. Rome is gorgeous. Nice people, good food, and great wine. I don’t really have a plan. I guess I’ll have to improvise for a while. But hey, I have to see the positive side of this.

I finally figured out my feelings when it comes to Malfoy. I love him. I know, I know it is a bit of a shocker. It was really shocking for me as well, but I think I’ve gotten to terms with it. I mean, I know it is going to be painful, since Draco definitely doesn’t feel the same, but I will manage. For now, I will go to the next bar and get wasted.

Once I reached a nice bar, I went in, sat down on one of the barstools, and ordered a beer. I downed the shots and started drinking my beer. I have been sitting in the bar for a while, as I’d already had two more beers when I saw a well-known blonde in the crowd of the bar. I had to look twice to realize that it was Draco fucking Malfoy. He spotted me as well because his face lit up a little bit and started to walk over to me. While he walked over, we made eye contact, and it was as if a lightning strike hit me that felt like 1000 butterflies erupted in my body. I quickly looked down.

“Is this seat taken?” Draco asked me after he reached me. I nod, not trusting my voice. “I have to say, I didn’t expect to find you here, Potter.”, Draco said calmly, after he ordered a beer for me and one Aperol Spritz for him. “I thought you would have already left. To tell your friends the news of DUMBledore dying.” “No, I am going to stay here for a bit. I am done with this whole fighting thing. I’m going to retire.” I said once I gathered enough confidence to talk. “Really?”, Draco asked surprised and somehow hopeful, I guess? “How is that?” I debated if I should tell him the reason why I decided to stop fighting. I decided I can tell him. If he was here to kill me, he would’ve done this by now.

“Turns out DUMBledore is a manipulative and gaslighting asshole.” Draco snorted at that statement. “He knew my parents were going to die that night and didn’t do anything about it. Just sat in his stupid office in stupid Hogwarts. God, I hate him so much. He ruined my life. He killed so many people because he kept so many secrets and made so many mistakes. And now, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to go because I am definitely not going back to Hogwarts.” “Wow. I didn’t expect that. I’m really sorry. I always knew DUMBledore was an ass, but that is low even for him.” Draco said. “Yeah, he really was an ass. Thank you, by the way, for not making fun of me for this.” I said, looking down at my half-empty beer. “Of course, I wouldn’t make fun of you. I may be a dick, but not an asshole. You just found out that one of the people you trust the most is an actual horrible person, and now you are rethinking your life. And trust me, I know how you feel. With the 'rethinking your life' thing, not the 'person you trusted is an ass' thing.” Draco said, understanding.

“So, you are rethinking your life as well? Why is that?” I asked him. “Well, I always had the feeling that I don’t fit in with my family. I never wanted to kill all these people they always killed. But I can’t really say anything about it because it’s family. So, I never did. I just went with everything they did. But I don’t know. After you left the day DUMBledore died, we all had dinner, and they talked about how they will kill you now since it is easier now because DUMBledore is dead. And I was kind of afraid about you and your safety, I guess. I just didn’t want to see you dead. So, I decided that I need to find you and warn you.” Draco said quietly, like he was embarrassed by the words he was saying. We didn’t say anything for a while. We ordered more drinks and after a short time, we were a little bit drunk.

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“And then guess what happened?” Draco said suppressing his laughter. “Oma screamed and yelled at Uncle Voldi for 15 minutes straight in front of the entire death eater order. She yelled: “I always have to clean up after you, don’t I? You always leave your dirty underwear and socks behind. And I always have to clean your mess. I am not your house elf!” She really humiliated him in front of all of us.” We laughed so much at the story of Draco’s Oma. We’ve been sitting there for a long time drinking and telling ourselves funny stories.

“You know, you are not as bad as I always thought,” I said to Draco. “You aren’t so bad yourself, Harry.” Draco said, smirking. Oh my god, he just called me Harry. Not Potter, HARRY. The way he said my name, wow, that was really hot. “You just called me Harry,” I said, dumbstruck. Draco just giggled, fucking giggled, and whispered in my ear: “Yeah, I did. Why? You liked it, Harry?”

I felt the blush creeping up my neck as I answered: “Yeah. I-I like it. A lot, actually, Draco.” Draco just kept smirking at me and finished his last shot of Jägermeister. I did the same. Draco paid for our drinks, and we went outside. We were both really wasted, so we didn’t really have a plan of where we were going. We just walked for a while in silence. Rome was really beautiful at night, the lights on the streets and the chilly air that ran through my hair.

“Are you cold?” Draco asked me. “No.” I replied firmly, but then I started to shiver slightly. He just chuckled, shrugged off his jacket, and put it over my shoulders. I murmured a quiet thanks. We walked on and talked about God and the world. “You remember when I told you why I left my family.” Draco asked me. I nodded. “I said I didn’t want to see you dead. But I didn’t really give you a reason. I think you should know the reason. And you will probably hate me for it. Well, more than you already do. But yeah… So, I don’t want to see you dead because I’m in love with you.”

Draco looked everywhere but me. I first had to realize his words in my alcohol-drugged head. "You don’t have to say anything. I know you don’t feel the same. So, I will just - “Draco’s words got stuck in his mouth as I reached up to his face and kissed him on the lips. His lips were soft, and he tasted like alcohol and cherry. Once we parted, I whispered: “I’m in love with you too.” We kissed again. This time it was more heated. Our tongues danced with one another. “My hotel is one block away. Should we continue this there?” Draco asked, breathless. I just nodded. Draco took my hand, and we walked to the hotel. Once we reached the hotel room, we started to make out. He pressed me against the bed, and we made love all night.

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Mommy?

part 2

previous/ series masterlist

Pairing: single dad!Harry Potter x fem!reader

Warnings: sly lily and malfoy, they both playing cupids, harry hates the word 'mommy'

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A/n: look who decided to come out of hiatus... it's small but enjoy:)

“I no eat potatoes!”

The young man huffed with annoyance at his sleepy daughter. Never in three years had she been so cranky about breakfast.

“Three more spoons, then okay, no eat potatoes-” he mentally poked himself at what he said. Hell, he was supposed to correct her. “I- I mean? Then you don’t eat potatoes.”

Lily stuck out her tongue and buried her face in the wooden table, having every mind of irritating her father this weekend.

“Pancakes?”

“Next time, Snitch. Come on.”

“No eat potatoes.”

“Yes eat potatoes.”

Harry ignored her as she muttered ‘no eat potatoes’ and ladled her spoon with the mashed potatoes (with Molly’s own recipe, how could Lily not like it?).

But, Merlin, Lily turned out to be an exact gremlin as she cocked her head away just at the precise moment, successfully (and proudly) spilling the food on the table.

Harry had to pinch the bridge of his nose at the sight of extra work.

“Look, Snitch, if you want to mess up with me, let me put my cards straight away. I’m the boss here. When I say sleep, you sleep, and when I say eat,” he passed another spoon towards the toddler and maintaining a faux intimidating look on his face, smirked lightly, “you?”

“Eat,” Lily grumbled as she finished the bite.

“Good,” he smiled at her. “Now be a snitch and eat.” The ravenet grinned at his daughter which clearly read as: dad-1, snitch-0.

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“It would have made more sense,” the blond grimaced at the memory, “If you have flipped that crocodile heart on that fucking Potter’s face.”

squeal from across the table, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he shook silent laughter. ”That was worth it, Malfoy! I sacrificed 50 points-”

“Fucking way to crush your points, Weasel.”

Hermione tutted from the other corner of the room. Draco spending evenings (mostly verbal scrimmages and trio slanders were acceptable in his eyes) with them wasn’t a rare sight. But Harry joining them was indeed rare.

“What’s the catch, Draco? Tell something new,” she clicked her fingers airily over her head, her eyes not receding the book she had been reading.

The red-haired Weasley noticed the sudden fall of words. It was unlike Malfoy- he'd have scoffed, rolled his eyes, or passed a non insulting insult. But he was quiet- timidly examining the glass of butterbeer which had no hooks to be examined.

“Oi, Malfoy! Have you got a girl?’

At this, even Hermione lowered her book and arched her brows at the pureblood. “Is it so, Draco?”

“Huh? Of course not, Hermione,” he replied in a low voice, tracing the silhouette of the glass. “I was just wondering about this friend of mine-”

“Friends with?”

“Your death, Weasel,” Draco scoffed as Ron grinned, just to be silenced by one of Hermione’s looks, which screamed ‘manners, Ronald!’.

“Yeah, so I’ve no idea if you both are graced with the knowledge that she met Lily…or maybe the other way round?”

“Oh, Merlin! That lady?” Hermione jumped onto her feet and sat between Ron and Draco. “She is your friend?”

“Uh- not sure, just kind of. After seeing them together, I was thrown into this thought that don’t you all think it’s time for Potter to settle again?”

Ron shifted nervously on his chair, well remembering where the winds took this conversation with his mate last time. But Draco knew he needed to, if not to cater his own suppressed need, then for Lily.

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“I swear that’s the worst idea.”

“Shut up, Granger, it’s the best idea that ever struck a wizard.”

“And how am i supposed to distract Harry while you loop in to fill Lily’s mind with propositions?”

Malfoy sighed. “Use that ‘brightest witch’ brain of yours. Your headache, not mine.” So there were no surprises when the blond cheerfully made his way towards the little Potter, ignoring his acquaintance (and well leaving him in the hands of Granger). Harry looked on from the door, an unimpressed lopsided scowl on his face as adjusted his round Rimmed specs while casually striking the most normal talks with Hermione.

“Little Potter,” Malfoy simpered at the toddler, who greeted him with a toothy grin. “Good afternoon with loads of plans.”

Hermione passed a pointed look to the Slytherin as he hoisted the girl on his arms and made his way out of the room and met with none other than one of Harry's aggressive eye rolls.

Well shit.

“He-he was missing Lily,” Hermione awkwardly laughed and in order to divert his attention, jumped, “by the way, Ron challenged you for a game of chess…”

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“I’ll give you pancakes, but we are not going.”

“No pancakes. We go.”

“You don’t argue,” Harry placed his arms on his hips, the spatula poking out of his grip in an intimidating position. “Who the bloody hell taught you that?”

“Dad said a bad word!” Lily glared in a childlike manner, clicking her fingers like her godmother. “Who taught you?”

Bloody hell is a bad word? Harry mused as he ran his hand through the mess of his hair. For a three year old- definitely yes.

“Fine, sorry, Snitch. But we’re not-”

“We go because I want to paint.”

“Paint and?”

“Paint and meet mommy.”

Harry mentally cursed at that word. Why the hell Lily was so desperate to meet this lady? And first things first, who the hell is this lady? All he knows about this ‘mommy’ (he is frustrated that he doesn’t even know her name and is compelled to use this weird word) is that she could be a dark wizard in making or their minion, and if you stoop to the muggle level, this ; lady could be anyone but a kidnapper.

Let Lily meet her? Hell, nah.

“No,” he simply scoffed and turned to continue the dishes, turning one more time to see whether Lily was sitting on the kitchen counter like a second before or trying to jump off it (uh- she has his anger issues).

“You owe her a sorry,” he heard the little mumble as he lightly cleared his throat.

“I don’t owe her any dicky bird. And who taught you this ‘owe’?”

“Uncle Dray… he definitely a gentleman…unlike you-”

Lily closed her ears with a ghost of a smile as she heard her father dropping the dishes back into the sink and zooming to the living room, where he definitely plucked up his phone and judging by the gruff scream of ‘MALFOY!’, the game was on.

So updating the recent scoreboard, dad-1, snitch-1. Lily mentally patted herself.

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Day 129: Pangea

cw: mentions homophobic slurs

It was their day off.

Their one day when they didn't have to work and their five year old was at the muggle nursery school. They often cleaned and did laundry on days like these, but they always made a point of spending some quality time together. Harry had realized shortly after they'd adopted Cassie that it really hurt their relationship not to have time they set aside for just the two of them.

Today they were headed to get some ice cream and talking about the slumber party they were going to be hosting in a few days and all of the arrangements that had to be made when Harry's mobile started to ring.

Draco watched curiously as Harry pulled it out of his pocket, "Hello?"

"Yes, hi, is this Mr. Potter Malfoy?" a woman asked.

He glanced at Draco and put the phone on speaker, "Yes, this is Harry."

"Hi," the woman said again, "This is Linda in the school office. We're going to need you to come pick Cassie up."

"What? Why?" Draco asked before Harry could reply. "Is everything alright?"

"Sorry, I have you on speaker so my husband could hear you."

The woman chuckled and Draco looked ready to reach through the screen and strangle her. "Everything's fine. She just had a little disagreement with one of the other students and is pretty upset. The head mistress will have a chat with you when you get here."

"The head mistress!" Draco hissed.

Harry laid a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Thanks for calling us. We'll be right in." He hung up and braced himself for the inevitable.

(Read more below the cut)

"What happened?" Draco asked immediately.

He rolled his eyes and turned around to walk back to their house so they could drive to school, "You heard what I heard," he said. "I don't know any more than you."

"Yes but you went to Muggle primary school!" he protested, walking quicker. "You should have some idea-"

"I don't."

"Do you think it was accidental magic?" Draco asked.

He shook his head. "That was not the sound of a call about accidental magic."

"Then what do you think she was fight about?"

"Draco, there are a thousand things to fight about. Muggle children are just as unpredictable as wizarding children." He reached over and took Draco's hand, "She's only five, how much trouble could she be in?"

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When they arrived Cassie was over talking to a different adult and the headmistress waved them in.

She seemed happy enough so Harry let her be and followed the headmistress in, Draco all but vibrating with nervous energy behind him.

"Mr. and Mr. Potter-Malfoy, thank you for coming."

"Harry and Draco are fine," he said.

"What happened?" Draco asked quickly.

Harry glanced at him, "Sorry. We've just never been called in before. Is Cassie in trouble?"

"This afternoon, Cassie told a story to her classmates about how the continents got separated."

"Gaia," Draco nodded. "It's one of her favorites, she likes to hear about how life thrives no matter what."

Harry took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Right," Headmistress Blake replied, "and that's great. Storytelling improves communication skills and it's great for students to share like that."

"So why are we here?" Draco asked.

"Jacob told her that Gaia wasn't real, that the whole story was made up, and tried to tell her about Pangea."

"Pangea?" Harry asked incredulously. "How old is this kid?"

She chuckled, "His parents are geologists."

"Still!" Harry said, "That's pretty advanced for a five year old." Draco looked completely befuddled as though he had no idea what they were talking about. "But I still don't understand why we're here."

"I'm getting to it," she said. "She tried to tell him that it was just a story that her father told her."

Draco nodded, "Should we not tell her stories like that?" he asked, sounding panicked.

"Not at all," she said, giving him a warm smile in an obvious attempt to diffuse his anxiety. "But Jacob called you a liar and used a bit of derogatory language."

Harry's entire body froze, "Excuse me?" He'd been hoping that she'd be in Hogwarts by the time other kids were old enough to understand the implications of having two dads. It wasn't a big deal in the wizarding world, but it mattered in the muggle world still.

Headmistress Blake nodded, "She told him it wasn't nice to talk about people that way and insisted that Draco wasn't a liar. When Jacob doubled down on the slurs, she punched him."

"Good." Harry covered his mouth, "Sorry," he said quickly. "Sorry, it's just-"

"We have taught our daughter not to hit," Draco insisted, glaring at Harry. And while this was true, they had, it was only because Draco was already teaching her the words for jinxes that would be more effective. She was going to be a terror once she got her wand. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid that I don't understand what sorts of slurs you're referring to."

The headmistress rubbed her eyebrow uncomfortably, "He called you poofs and said that fags can't be trusted," she said and Draco's jaw dropped, his hand clenching Harry's so hard that Harry was afraid he'd need a healing spell cast when this was over. "Other students overheard and told Miss Murray after the fact."

"We taught her not to hit," he said, "But we've also taught her that it's important to stand up for what is right," Harry said. "It sounds like she tried to use her words first and then when that didn't work she used a different means available to her."

"But the next step should have been talking to her teacher, not punching another child."

Harry nodded, "I can understand why you'd-"

"Excuse me, Harry," his husband interrupted, "But I can't," Draco said bluntly. "And here's why; we are raising our daughter to be strong and independent because Salazar knows that women are not taken seriously in this world. Teaching her now that there is someone to help her when she is being verbally assaulted will not help her when she is grown."

"Mr. Potter-Malfoy, I understand what you're saying but-"

Draco shook his head, "With all due respect, there is no but. If her teacher didn't notice that another child was shouting bigoted slurs at her because she has two fathers then no one was coming to her rescue."

The headmistress squared her shoulders, "Cassie's being suspended for two weeks."

"What?" Draco spat.

"We cannot set a precedent that allows for violence to be the answer."

"And what is Jacob's punishment?" Draco demanded.

She blinked at him, "He's got a broken nose."

"Setting aside that his actions still deserve a punishment from a source of authority so he doesn't continue to grow into a bigoted prick, let's just say for the sake of argument," Draco said, voice sharp as nails, "that she'd gone over and told Miss Murray about what he'd said what would his punishment have been?"

"He would to apologize," she replied.

"What? Just said he was 'sorry'?" he asked incredulously. "That's it?"

She nodded, "Yes. He's only five."

He turned to look at Harry completely outraged, "This whole school can fuck off," Draco said, standing from his chair and pointing at Harry, "I told you this was a bad idea."

Harry winced, he had in fact said this was not a great plan, just not for this reason.

"We'll be taking our daughter home today and she will not be coming back," he said. "And we will be telling this story to anyone who will listen."

"Mr-" she started, looking taken aback, since Draco had always been the polite one of the two of them.

"Oh, don't even start with me," he growled. "I run a very successful design business and while I do not understand how most of the social media works, I have someone who I pay to do it and she and I have been friends for a long time. Get ready to lose any family that you have that has a conscience, you can become the place for all backwards bigots." He started toward the door and Harry stood up.

"We'll sue you for slander," she said.

He looked over at her, completely unimpressed, "It's only slander if it's not true."

"It'll be your word against ours," she replied.

A pale eyebrow rose, "Yes it will. Lucky for me that I've recorded this entire lovely exchange," he said, twirling a pen that the Weasleys sold at the joke shop that did just that. "Feel free to contact our solicitor about anything else."

And with that he swanned out of the office.

Harry stared at her for a long moment, "Maybe you should consider educating your parents and students." Then he followed Draco out.

Draco was already squatting next to Cassie, murmuring softly to her, "yes, well done, my darling," he said pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"He was really mean, papa," she murmured.

His husband nodded, "I know, love."

"Hey, bean," Harry said, ruffling Cassie's curls and bending over to kiss her temple. "Let's get out of here, yeah? Do you have all of your things?"

She held up her unicorn backpack and nodded.

Harry helped her get her backpack on and then they set off, each of them holding one of her hands.

Cassie chattered away about the rest of her day, not even mentioning her run in with Jacob again.

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After they put Cassie to bed they came back downstairs and Harry collapsed onto Draco on the sofa, resting his head in his lap.

"Pansy says that story is spreading like wildfire."

"Really?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded.

"S'kinda sexy," he said.

Draco laughed, "Sorry?"

He shrugged a shoulder, "You getting all livid and protective. It was sexy."

His husband's fingers combed through his fringe, "I'll always fight for you, for her, and for us," he promised.

"I know," he replied. "You're a good man Draco Potter Malfoy."

"It's only going to get harder," Draco said.

"Maybe, but we'll look for a more inclusive nursery school-"

Draco shook his head, "I mean when she heads to Hogwarts."

"I don't think so. People don't care about a man marrying another man," he said.

"But they care about the savior marrying a death eater and then disappearing for almost a decade and a half." He sighed, "I just wanted her to start somewhere where my sins wouldn't burden her and here we ar-"

"Hey," Harry said, sitting up and stopping the words coming out of his mouth. "You are not a burden to her and our marriage isn't a sin that could ever burden her-"

"I didn't mean to imply that you-"

"Listen to me," Harry interrupted. "Draco, you are a good dad," he said as he cupped his cheeks in his palms. "You are a good husband and you are a good person. We are both lucky to have you."

"Harry," he murmured, eyes downcast.

"You are," he promised. "I love you and Cassie loves you. and we are so blessed to have you."

"I love you too," he said, "But this isn't the last bully-"

"I know," Harry assured. "And we'll always be here for her, yeah?

Draco took a deep breath before nodding. "Yes. You're right."

"Ooh," Harry replied, crawling over him and straddling his hips. "I love it when I get to be right."

His husband rolled his eyes, "Just kiss me already."

And of course Harry obliged him.

Life wasn't always easy or perfect but they always had each other and Cassie always had two dads who would go to the end of the earth for her.

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Day 128: Snake | Day 130: Forfeit

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #one year of drarry drabbles #drarry ficlet #drarry drabbles #established relationship #married #parents #cw:mentions homophobic bigots

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I have always known (Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!reader)- Part 1

Summary: what happens when you find Draco Lucius Malfoy standing on a ledge at the Astronomy tower, ready to pitch himself off

Pairing: (Draco x Hufflepuff! Reader) HBP era

Warnings: mentions of suicidal tendencies, angst, no smut though (as of yet...anyway)

Word count: 2000

A/n: I got a bit carried away with this one. Sorry . Let me know if y’all want a part 2.

* this was one of the first fics I ever posted on tumblr.*

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And there he was.

Standing on a ledge at the Astronomy tower as he inhaled deeply with his eyes squeezed shut—terrified by the thought of losing his balance if he looked down at the ground scarcely scattered with students clad in robes accented with red, yellow, and green and blue.

He could hear the loud thumping of his own heart mixed with the sound of the howling wind as the crisp and cool evening air harshly hit his face making the tip of his nose feel as cold as ice.

Would the drop hurt or would he die instantly on impact?

His already pale knuckles turned paper white as he gripped onto the cold metal of the railing behind him waiting for just the perfect moment to let go.

Draco Malfoy wondered if his entire life would come back in flashes in front of him as he pitched himself off the tower.

His childhood—lazy summer afternoons of running around the manor gardens with Theo and Blaise, playing with Dobby the house elf when Lucius wasn’t around, his first broomstick.

The thought about his mother’s warm embrace and Lucius’s disapproving glares.

The handshake rejected by Potter.

The hippogriff and the ferret debacle.

The vanishing cabinet.

The task.

There were things he’d have done differently if he’d been given the chance to do them all over again.

Maybe he would have been a tad bit nicer to people—just a tad bit only if necessary.

His lips slowly curled into an ominous smile and he deeply inhaled the air around him once again for the very last time.

Color slowly rushed into his knuckles as he slowly loosened his grip on the railing.

This was it.

There was no other way.

This was final—

“Malfoy?!!” He heard in an unfamiliar voice that startled him to the point where he’d almost fallen off the tower accidentally.

He slowly opened his eyes and turned around to look at just who had decided yelling out at someone standing on a ledge was a remotely good idea.

He’d never seen you before. You were sporting Hufflepuff colors and you had a horrified expression on your face making your eyes look as big as saucers.

“Malfoy, what are you—just—just get down from the ledge. Please.” You pleaded.

“Just go back to giving unsolicited hugs and prancing around near flower beds—or whatever it is that you Hufflepuffs do and leave me the fuck alone.” Draco snarled with his voice shaky.

Ah. The Hufflepuff Slander.

Given how frightened and helpless he looked standing on the ledge, you had briefly forgotten just how cruel Draco Malfoy could be if he wanted to. Especially when he was surrounded by his cronies.

“Please Malfoy.” You spluttered struggling to form words with your mouth because you knew.

You knew he’d let go of the railing if you said the wrong thing.

“It’s going to be okay. Whatever it is that made you get on that ledge, it’s going to be alright. You—you are going to get through it.” You said carefully, taking a step towards him.

“Don’t come any closer!”

“Let me help you. Please.” You said taking another carefully planned step towards the Slytherin with your hair blowing wildly in the violent wind.

“You can’t help me!” He cried. “No one can.”

“Maybe I can’t.” You said softly as you placed your hand on top of his hand that held the railing. “But you won’t have to go through it alone. Please just get down from the ledge and we’ll figure it out.”

You slowly slid your hand around his body from behind and held him with all the force and energy you could muster.

You held his frail frame tight until his breathing steadied.

You held him till he agreed to get off that ledge.

You held him even after he got down from the ledge.

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Harmonia Nectere Passus.

Draco had spent countless fruitless hours working on the vanishing cabinet and as the days morphed into weeks, Draco knew he didn’t have much time left.

He tilted his head causing his carefully combed icy blonde hair to fall over his forehead as he observed you.

You were sitting quietly in a corner with a book opened on your lap, blissfully unaware about why he was fixing the cabinet to begin with.

Even though your hair was gathered up into a knot on the top of our head, wavy tendrils fell on your face and at the back of your neck making him want to reach for you and tuck those stray hairs away.

Weeks and gone by since the day at the tower and you had stayed true to your word.

You refused to leave him alone even when he told you there was nothing you could do to help him.

And even if there was, he wasn’t gonna let you get your hands tainted.

At first it started with you giving him a smile at potions class.

Then, you were outside the Slytherin common room with chocolate frogs and cauldron cakes for him causing many slytherins to raise their eyebrows suspiciously at you.

“You look like you could do with some food.” You’d said before dashing off towards the kitchens.

Soon, you were spending late nights together at the astronomy tower. Even though you did much of the talking, Draco didn’t mind.

He learned about you, your hopes, your dreams, about what made your tick.

He accompanied you to the library when he had a little time to spare. (Not like he had any time to spare. He didn’t he just liked having you around) and couldn’t help but notice that little monarch butterfly tattoo below your neck when you pushed your hair away to one side when you studied your books.

“It’s getting late y/l/n.” Draco cleared his throat. “You should head back to your dorm.”

“Or you could just let me help you fix that rickety old cabinet and we could both head back to our respective dorms.” You suggested walking towards him and the vanishing cabinet, placing a hand on your hip.

“I’ve told you already y/l/n.” Draco muttered. “There is nothing you can do to help me.”

You rolled your eyes at the seething blonde and took out your own wand from the back pocket of your jeans stepping between him and the cabinet.

“Harmonia Nectere Passus.” You said mimicking the gestures Draco had been doing for Merlin knows how long.

“Don’t.” He hissed grabbing a hold of your wrist and turning you around so you were facing him.

“Why won’t you let me help you Draco?” You asked, lifting your hand nervously and placing it on his cheek as you lightly caressed him.

From where you stood, you could feel the minty freshness of his breath and the smell of his expensive cologne was omnipresent in the air all around you.

You stretched on the tip of your toes and pressed your forehead against his as you cradled his face in the palms of your hands.

“I’m here for you Draco. You know that by now don’t you?” You whispered softly.

His grey eyes held a raging storm inside of them as he looked into your eyes—silently begging you to turn around and run.

Run when you had the chance to.

Run before things get out of hand.

“I am never going away, Draco Malfoy. Never.”

It only took a split of a second, Draco had somehow managed to have you pinned against the cabinet he was originally trying to fix. The palm of his right hand now rested firmly on the cabinet behind you while he used his left hand to point his own wand right below your chin.

"Malfoy.." You whispered, not being able to tear your eyes away from his eyes that mimicked the grey hues of the cumulonimbus clouds.

"Let me help you."

"Stop it." He hissed, pressing his own wand onto your neck like he was going to hex you then and there.

"I have told you time and again. I do not need help—especially from a Hufflepuff."

"Well too bad." You said softly, still refusing the relent. “You cannot make me go away—I am here for the long haul Malfoy. Don’t try and convince me otherwis—”

But before you could reach the end of your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours.

His body collided with you with so much force that for a brief second, you thought you’d fall to the floor. That is, until one of his hands held you firmly by your waist while the other found the cabinet behind you balancing the both of you.

Before you could process what was even happening, you brushed your lips against his with equal intensity and desperation like it was your natural instinct to do so.

He let the wand fall on the floor as both of his hands trailed to the back of your thigh. In a swift motion, he hoisted you up and you wrapped your legs around his slender body.

He paused briefly and looked into your eyes as if he were asking for permission and the second you bit your bottom lip and nodded, he hastily unbuttoned the top half of your shirt and peppered kisses along your jaw and your shoulders as you sighed and raked your hands through his icy blonde hair.

"This is wrong." He murmured against your skin while his hands undid the remaining buttons of your shirt and let it fall to the ground.

You whimpered and dug your nails onto his shirt as he started to leave marks on your flesh.

It was like his actions and his words were contradictory to one another.

He quickly found your sweet spot and started to nip on it as you sighed his name over and over again.

"This isn't right y/n." After the words left his mouth, he slowly opened his eyes and gently let you down,resting his forehead on yours. His hands pushed strands of hair away before cupping your face.

"Then tell me why this feels right?" You said with your breathing all jagged as you slowly worked on the buttons of his black shirt. Everything felt right as you stood there with him. You couldn't tell why it did but it just did.

It felt like one of those things that didn't need an explanation.

"y/n don’t." He stammered suddenly breaking the kiss when he realised you had made your way to the very last button on his shirt.

"Did I do something wrong Draco?"

“No. It's just—I just—I have to go.” He said in this voice now terrifyingly shaky as he clutched onto his left forearm while he backed away.

And you understood.

He was trying to hide his mark from you because he was oblivious to the fact that you had always known. You went back to check on him in your Animagus form the day you found him at the ledge.

That was the first time you’d seen it. Draco’s dark mark.

“I-I’ve always known.” You whispered with tears now threatening to fall from the corner of your eyes.

He looked at you with nothing but utter confusion and horror for a few seconds before it all sunk in.

The monarch butterfly that had landed on the palm of his hand. The tattoo.

It had been you.

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part 2 is up. You can read it here.

#slytherin #draco malfoy x reader #draco fanfiction #draco x reader #draco malfoy imagine #harry potter #draco angst

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desiredmalfoy · 3 years

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You Walked Away From Me (Fred x Reader)

House: Left it for the reader to choose

Relationship: Fred x Reader (Draco x Reader friendship??)

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2.4 K

I’m back with another more Fred Angst! I listened to drivers license by Olivia Rodrigo when writing this. It’s not really based on it but the song helped me get in that mindset. It’s such an amazing song! This is is in the same universe as the Dear Malfoy one I wrote. You don’t have to read it to enjoy this but I highly recommend that you do! No Voldemort in this universe. Italics are the readers thoughts. Also no Angelina slander! I had to pick a female character.

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Falling out of love is expected, especially if two souls aren’t meant to be.

He had told me not to worry about her. She’s only a friend....

It was natural for Fred to be around Angelina Johnson. They were in the same year and she was the Gryffindor quidditch captain. It was only natural for their worlds to intertwine. But that didn’t mean you didn’t worry about her being around your boyfriend. Every insecurity you’ve ever felt multiplied every time you saw her. She was tall like the models you saw grace the covers of the muggle magazines, she was just as pretty as them. Plus she had a good amount of the boys at Hogwarts vying for her attention. You felt so young and immature compared to her. Which was one of the reasons you refused to tell Fred of your constant thoughts of the insecurities you felt.

You had no reason to be insecure about the time he spent with her.

Because he had honestly not given you a reason to doubt him. He had never given you a reason to be suspicious of him. Your relationship with him had honestly been a dream until right now. He had asked you to the Yule Ball in such a simple and intimate manner. The whirlwind that was your fourth year also brought you love. You didn’t think you would ever find someone who truly loved you for you. But Fred showed you that he did. Someone who made every day worth it. During the summer you wrote to each other every day until he finally invited you to come over to the burrow. Your parents were hesitant to let you go at first since this year was different. You would around your boyfriend but you had managed to convince them after informing them that your Ginny and Hermione would also be there and that you had previously visited them already.

He had even told you he loved you for the first time while you were there. You thought everything in your relationship was going smoothly.

This year was Fred’s final year at Hogwarts so it was expected for him to be much busier than usual. You would never hold that against him. He had spoken to you about his plans to open a shop with George after leaving school. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have to finish this year, Molly would not permit that to happen. But he still made time for you no matter what. He would look for you at every chance he had. You treasured each fleeting moment with the ginger boy who had stolen your heart.

But things started to change slowly and you couldn’t help but notice.

Maybe you should’ve paid more attention to the changes you saw in him. The newfound lack of time he now had for you. The way you noticed he no longer looked at you the same way. When he no longer held your hand for long. The way he toned you out when you spoke to him about the newest adventure you had read. He had always asked for the book after you so he could read it for himself too. Slowly over time, he stopped asking what you were reading and wanting to be a part of your world.

I wish I could’ve erased all our time together.

You were going to sneak into the boy’s dormitories to return to give Fred back his potions book he had accidentally left in the library when the two of you were studying. This was the first time in a couple of days she had even spent more than five minutes with her boyfriend. He had suggested that they study together and you had jumped on the opportunity to spend more time with him. Even if it was in silence but you were with him.

Normally she would’ve kept the book and just gave it to him in the morning. But with his unusual behavior as of recently, you weren’t sure you would even see him in the morning before class. Snape already had it out for Fred and him showing up without his potions book would definitely be costly for him.

She was used to sneaking into the dormitory as she sometimes hung out with Fred in his room. She walked to the familiar door she was used to seeing. You stopped suddenly when she heard Fred’s voice. He was talking to someone and she wanted to make sure she wasn’t intruding into the conversation. Must be George or another dorm mate.

That’s when she heard a female voice. Angelina

“Fred are you sure what you’re saying”, Angelina said softly, you could barely hear her.

There was a pause for a couple of seconds. What do they mean?

“Yes”, Fred finally spoke. “I like you…”

“But what about (y/n)”, Angelina questioned him. You can hear that her voice had started to become shaky.

You felt your heart breaking as if it was physically being shattered. It felt as if someone had torn it straight from your chest and now was mercilessly breaking your glass heart it into nothing.

You had heard enough and you pushed the door open without much warning. You startled the both of them as they jumped far away from each other.

“Oh hey (y/n)...wha-what’s wrong”, Fred stuttered as he made his way toward you.

“You left your potions book in the library”, you answered showing zero emotion in your voice as you threw the book on his bed. It bounced off his mattress and landed with a hard thud on the floor.

“I need to talk to you alone”, you said as you emphasized the last word directly at Angelina.

They gave each other a look and Angelina exited the room. As she was leaving her eyes kept looking between the two of you. But you kept your vision trained on Fred and didn’t spare a glance at the girl leaving.

“Since when Fred”, you spoke coldly to him as soon as you heard the door close.

“I-I-I….please let me explain”, Fred said as he attempted to grab your hands. You pulled them away as if his touch was burning you. Maybe it did in a way.

“Then explain and no excuses.” Tears were already forming in your eyes.

“Since the end of October”, he said while looking at you.

“The more time we spent together, the more I realized my feelings were changing”, he continued to speak to you. “Things changed (y/n) and I’m sorry.”

“You said you loved me”, you cried softly as tears were now pouring down your face. Your voice betrayed what you truly felt. You wanted to yell at him until your throat got raw and could no longer yell at him. “I guess you never truly meant it when you said you loved me.”

“I did! I-I...thought I di-...the love changed from romantic to simply as a friend. I meant it when I said it”, Fred exclaimed as he ran his fingers through his hands. Completely frustrated at the situation before him that he created. “Please (y/n), I still love you and care about you as my friend.”

“Stop! You don’t get to call me your friend Fred Weasley”, you yelled at him. This outburst surprised him as he had never seen you act this way. “You lost that privilege.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you”, Fred said while looking into your eyes pleadingly.

All that pent up anger and insecurities were finally spilling over. She was over this.

“Just shut up….you’re such a git Fred Weasley”, you said while angrily wiping the tears on your face. “It’s obviously over but that’s exactly what you wanted.”

“(y/n), please…..”

“Some Gryffindor you are, you’re nothing but a coward Fred Weasley.”

Wanting to get the final word in she quickly left his room and slammed the door. She hurried down the hall of the boys’ dormitories looking to get out of here as soon as possible. It felt like she was suffocating.

She accidentally bumped into someone as she was exiting the common room. She threw out a lame apology and kept walking without stopping. She didn’t really care at this moment. She hurried down the school looking for a place that they wouldn’t look for her. She just wanted to be alone today.

I wish I could turn back time to the moments we were happier.

(Y/N) sat at the top of the astronomy tower with tears spilling from her eyes. At some point, she could no longer cry and just let the tears silently slip from her eyes. Her body felt heavy from the minutes she had already spent sobbing. Her eyes were swollen and all she wanted to do was close them and sleep. But she was outside right now and she honestly didn’t feel like getting up right now. (Y/N) felt pathetic at the fact that she thought Fred had ever truly loved her. He claimed that at one point he did but she couldn’t even be sure of that. The presence of the moon and stars that glistened in the sky brought some peace to her at this moment. (Y/N) was so lost in her thoughts that she failed to hear the footsteps coming up the tower.

“(Y/L/N)? What are you doing here”, questioned a voice that (y/n) immediately recognized.

Draco Malfoy.

She quickly whipped her head to face the boy who was making his way towards her.

“Look Malfoy”, (y/n) responded with a long sigh. “I’m not in the mood today. So if you’re going to throw some insults my way…. just do it. I don’t care anymore.”

“You seem like a mess (y/l/n)”, Draco said as he sat down on the floor next to (y/n). He still kept his distance though.

“You sure have a way with words Malfoy”, (y/n) said with an eye roll. “So charming.”

“I’m stating the obvious. What’s wrong?”

“Why should I tell you”, she responded defensively. “So you can go tell the rest of your friends and tease me about it.”

“Fine. Then don’t say anything.”

There were a few seconds of silence before he spoke again

“I wouldn’t kick you when you are already down”, Draco said so quietly that (y/n) could barely hear him say it.

“Why wouldn’t you? You clearly hate me”, she scoffed at him.

“I never hated you (y/n). I just greatly disliked those you decided to make yourself an acquaintance with”, he said nonchalantly.

“Well...you’re in luck because I definitely won’t be around them now”, (y/n) said simply as she stared at Draco.

Draco only starred at her with a confused expression on his face. He honestly didn’t know what to say next.

“He cheated on me”, (y/n) finally said to him. She saw his eyes soften at her confession.

“And you know what’s worse? My supposed friends probably knew. George definitely did”, (y/n) said as she ranted to Draco. Someone she never thought she would even speak to unless it was to trade snide remarks.

“Well if they never told you they were never truly your friend.”

“Plus he’s their brother and much closer to him. It’s only expected that I’m going to be the one pushed to the side.”

“Well if you need someone to talk to, I’m here every night.”

“Why are you being so nice to me”, (y/n) questioned him. They had never been on best terms but it’s because she had learned to ignore him and pay no attention to his remarks.

“Everyone needs someone to talk to and like I said I never hated you.”

(Y/N) thought about this for a while. She was conflicted on trusting Draco, especially after their shared history. She was emotionally vulnerable at the moment and wasn’t in the best mindset to make a decision.

“It’s getting late, we should go before one of the prefects comes up here”, (y/n) said to him.

“Your right”, he said simply as he stood up. “The offer still stands (y/l/n).”

With that Draco Malfoy walked away from her and left her baffled at what just had occurred.

Darling how I wish last night was just a nightmare…

(Y/N) had been trying to avoid her friends the whole day. She decided to not show up to breakfast and avoid the awkward situation. Plus they were her only friends and she didn’t really have anywhere else to sit other than with maybe Luna. She was more of an acquaintance but she knew that she wouldn’t deny her a spot. She had skipped any class that she shared with them and hid from the rest of the day. But she couldn’t skip dinner. She was hungry and her candy stash was depleting quickly. Plus she couldn’t live off sweets. She had to go.

As she walked into the great hall, she felt nervous about what she was going to do. She didn’t want to face this right now. She was going to just keep on walking and make her way towards Luna. But once she entered she only made it a short distance before her entire mind went blank when she made eye contact with Fred. Hermione saw her next and started to stand up to make her way towards her. She has to get out of here.

Maybe she could live off her candy for a couple more days. She turned around quickly and started to make her way towards the door. But someone grabbed her hand. Not right here.

“Come sit here (y/l/n)”, Draco said as she looked down at him. He was sitting by himself and that was unusual considering that his friends were always around.

“Your friends won’t mind”, she questioned him. She noticed that her friends had all turned their attention to her and Draco. They were all looking at them.

“It doesn’t matter what they think.”

She looked at Draco and then at Hermione who was still standing and assessing the situation. She took her hand away from Draco’s grasp and sat down next to him. She turned to look at them one more time. They looked extremely confused at her actions. Fred looked at her with obvious annoyance on his face. She couldn’t believe he even thought he had the right to be annoyed.

She knew she couldn’t run from them, but she would deal with that another day.

I’m thinking of maybe continuing this??

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yellowsuitcase · 3 years

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In the Prefect’s Bathroom Part 4 // Draco Malfoy

A/N: Guys!!! It's the FINAL part, yay!! I'm super proud of this and I think it's super cute and just AAHH I really hope y'all like it. Lemme know what you think of it and if you expected any of it. Thank you so much for reading, and Happy Thanksgiving (if you celebrate it)

Summary: Draco has been trying to get Y/N to talk to him since he confessed, but he hasn't had any luck. Until, he finds something she left in his dorm.

Warning(s): SMUT! Unprotected sex, lots of fluff, swearing, angst

Word Count: 5k

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Three weeks had gone by, and now Draco was on his bed, toying with the idea of giving up. Y/N had been avoiding him ever since that day he confessed. No matter how hard he tried to get her to warm back up to him, she kept her distance. He had tried everything. He'd sit next to her in class; she'd move seats. He'd wait outside the Gryffindor tower; she'd strut right past him. It seemed as nothing was working, so of course, he was getting a bit discouraged.

Just a couple days ago, the two of them had been in Charms class, and on his way out, Draco noticed that Y/N had dropped her book. This is my chance, he thought to himself. He quickly bent down to pick it up since he assumed she would've been already halfway down the corridor by the time he got back up. But when he arose from the floor, she was standing right in front of him. His heart pounded in his chest. Draco knew he had to stall for time, try and get her defenses to weaken. He turned the book over in his hands. "The Tales of Beedle and Bard," he read aloud. Y/N blushed and averted her eyes. He opened the cover and read the first few lines to himself.

There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbours. Rather than reveal the true source of his power, he pretended that his potions, charms and antidotes sprang ready-made from the little cauldron he called his lucky cooking pot.

Draco shut the book and said, "I've actually never read them. My father didn't permit me to. Said it was written by a muggle lover. Supposedly he filed an official request to remove it from Hogwarts's shelves." Draco chuckled as he ran his finger along the spine of the light blue book. But his laughter died when he glanced up at Y/N. She looked rather upset, causing Draco to panic and quickly backtrack. "That isn't to say I don't want to read them now. I mean, I'm sure they're not as bad as Father thought they were," he sputtered. Y/N remained silent. "Perhaps... we could read them together, maybe?" he asked hopefully. He knew it was a shot in the dark, but he did it anyway. Draco hadn't heard Y/N's voice in weeks, and it was making him grow desperate.

Softly, she reached out her hand, and Draco held his breath. But then her fingers grasped the book, and the Slytherin felt his heart shatter. He cleared his throat, trying to push away the lump that had formed in it. His grip loosened, and Y/N pulled her book towards her chest. She didn't even look at him before she turned around and rushed down the hallway, leaving Draco feeling stranded, hopeless, and, quite frankly, stupid for even trying.

Since then, he hadn't put in nearly as much effort into rekindling their friendship. It was painfully obvious Y/N wanted nothing more to do with him, and as much as it hurt, Draco had to accept that. But that didn't stop his thoughts. It couldn't. Every night, he would lay awake, worrying. Worrying about Y/N's wellbeing. Was she happy? Did she make any new friends?

Did she still feel alone?

Draco didn't know. From the little he'd seen of her, he assumed she was alright. He hoped she was. But he had no real way of knowing. He had tried reaching out to her roommate multiple times, but all Stephanie would tell him was that she thought Y/N seemed fine, just a bit quiet. That answer never sat well with him. During those few weeks, before he confessed, he had learned so much about Y/N. One of those things being that she was not quiet. She had talked his ear off many times, telling him funny stories from her childhood. Like how, after one of their study sessions, she told him about the time she had made her pet fish turn yellow just by looking at it. Draco remembered that day clearly.

"My mum was terrified! One moment my fish was blue and the next he was yellow! I mean, imagine that." Y/N laughed. Draco shook his head in disbelief. "Sounds like you were quite the little mischief-maker," he replied as he twirled his wand between his fingers, it was becoming a bit of a habit. Y/N continued giggling, kicking her legs as she did so. "You should've seen the look on my dad's face when he got home. That was the day he sat her and me down and told us he was a wizard. My poor mum. She had no idea."

Draco sat up in shock. "Wait, wait, you're a half-blood?" he asked, eyes wide. Y/N cocked an eyebrow. "Is that a problem, Malfoy?" she questioned as she began to sit up. Her tone was somewhat threatening. Draco raised his hands to show his lack of ill intention. "No, no. I was just surprised," he quickly explained. Y/N chuckled and waved her hand towards him. "Relax, I'm only playing with you," she assured him. Her words piqued Draco's interest. He wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips, staring suggestively into her eyes. "Well, I'd sure like to play with you," he husked. Y/N gasped loudly and swiftly removed the pillow from behind her back and chucked it at the blonde boy sitting across from her. "Draco!" she screeched. "Joking!" he mumbled. "Just joking...unless."

Y/N crossed her arms, and obnoxiously shook her head while clicking her tongue disapprovingly. Draco snickered before throwing the pillow back at her, making her giggle. His heart skipped a beat as he watched her eyes twinkle. She looked unreal to Draco, ethereal almost. However, he was torn from his trance by her continuing the story. "Anyways, as I was saying, my lovely mum had the shock of her life. I was surprised as well. I mean, I had just found out I was a bloody witch. Although I was much more delighted than she was. Come to think of it, she might've cried," Y/N said with a small frown. "Wow..." Draco muttered. "But what does she think of it now? What with you being at Hogwarts and all."

Y/N hummed to herself, recalling that last time she and her mother spoke about Hogwarts. "Well, I think she thinks it's a bit surreal, you know? She always imagined I'd graduate and go off to university to become a doctor or something, but here I am at a school for wizards and witches," she said while gesturing to the castle walls around her. Draco nodded although he was a bit confused. "She just doesn't understand, right?" he asked. Y/N pursed her lips. "I think she will, with time. Maybe I can introduce her to you and your family. Now that would be really fun," she suggested with a mischievous glint in her eye. Draco furrowed his eyebrows. "And why is that?" he questioned, staring at the giggling girl. "Just imagine me introducing you. I'd say, hey mum, this is my best friend and his wizard parents who dress like they're going to a funeral every single day. Oh, and they also own a mansion in the countryside because they're rolling in galleons!" Y/N bellowed, nearly falling over as she clutched her stomach, erupting in laughter.

Draco would've berated her for the slander towards his parents, but his mind was fixated on three words, "My best friend." He waited until Y/N ceased laughing before asking her, "I'm your best friend?" She looked at him as if he had grown a second head. "Well, duh, you're my only friend, Draco." The Slytherin did his best to hide his blush as he looked to the floor. "You're mine too," he mumbled. But Y/N didn't hear.

Draco sighed as he sat on his bed. He missed her. He wished so badly that she'd walk through his door. But she wouldn't, and he knew that. Slowly, he pushed himself off the green covered mattress and walked over to his wooden desk. A piece of parchment was already on top of it, so he took a seat, and he reached for his ink bottle and quill. His nimble fingers unscrewed the cap, and he dipped the point inside it, drenching it in black liquid. He'd written letters to Y/N many times, but every time he finished one, he'd get scared and chuck it into the bin. Draco knew he'd probably do the same tonight, but he wanted to try. So he pressed his quill to the paper and began.

"Dear Y/N, I hope you are doing well. I'm writing to you to give you my apologies. I should've known better than to confess my feelings for you at such a time. I really hope..." he stilled his hand, not knowing what to say next. His head was reeling as different thoughts and feelings flooded his brain, none of which he knew how to convey in words. She made him so dizzy. But, ever persistent, Draco started again.

"Dear Y/N, Are you doing well? I truly hope that you are. I write to you to tell you that I'm sorry for everything. I said and did so many foolish things that day, and if I could take all of them back, I swear, I would. I know I must've frightened you that day, but Y/N, I fear you don't know how much I miss you. I've never felt this empty before. But I know it's because you're not here. I need you..." Draco, in his frustrated haze, crossed out the last line and crumbled the parchment in his fist. He then tossed it across the room, watching as it hit the wall next to his door, and bounced on the foot of his brass coat rack. He stared at it, thinking about donning his coat and taking a walk around campus. But then, he noticed something underneath. He jumped to his feet and rushed over to the rack. Curious, he lifted his black coat off the hook to reveal a brown cardigan underneath. His chest tightened; it was Y/N's. She must've left it in his room after one of their study sessions. Come to think of it, it was probably from the night before Draco confessed.

Hesitantly, the boy reached out and touched his fingers to the cardigan. It was soft. He lifted it up and held it in his hands, letting his emotions settle. Then, he brought it to his nose, breathing in deeply. It still smelled of her: apples, hazelnut, and cinnamon. Draco felt tears begin to gather in his eyes, but he hastily blinked them away. With care, he hung the cardigan back up and retreated to his desk. He got seated, pulled out a new sheet of parchment, and began writing for the third time that night.

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Dear Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you well. I'm writing to you to inform you that I've discovered your cardigan in my room. The brown one that is. I suppose you left it after our last study session. I can return it to you tomorrow morning at breakfast, or if you'd prefer, you can fetch it tonight. The current password to the Slytherin common room is Jobberknoll. Hopefully, you remember where my bedroom is, but should you have forgotten, it's at the very top of the stairway on your left. Please knock three times before entering.

There's no need to send an owl with your reply. Just make sure to come before 9:30. If you don't, I'll assume you wish to receive the cardigan at breakfast, in which case, I shall wait for you by the door.

Draco

Y/N clutched the parchment tightly in her hands. She had been scared half to death when an owl landed right beside her while she was sitting by the open windows. But now, she was more afraid of getting her cardigan back. She glanced around her room frantically, as if she'd find an answer to her dilemma upon the walls. Her eyes then drifted back to the parchment in her hands. She looked at where Draco had signed his name. Above it was a dark scribble as if he had scratched something out. What did he write there? It was probably just 'sincerely,' but what if it was something else. What if it was 'with love'? Y/N wondered. She closed her eyes; she needed to calm down. There was no way she'd be able to make a rational decision with such thoughts running through her brain.

But Y/N had nobody to consult, nobody to refer to. Ever since she'd pushed Draco away that day, she'd been alone. Her roommate spoke to her on occasion, but only about school-related things. Almost the entirety of her house had shunned her. And the whole school knew what she did, so making friends had proven to be difficult. But because of this, Y/N had been able to do a lot of thinking. Truthfully, she missed Draco. She hated herself for rejecting him that day. She hated herself because she liked him. The only reason she had rejected him was that she knew she wasn't ready for another relationship. And on top of that, she didn't think she deserved one. Draco wasn't someone she deserved, not in her mind.

But here she was, being forced to make a decision. Should she just wait until tomorrow, or should she go to his room? Her brain was telling her to wait until tomorrow; that way, she could take the cardigan, thank him, and be on her merry way. But her heart screamed at her to go to him. Go to him, confess to him, bring him back into her life. Y/N glanced at the clock; it was nearly nine. "Fuck," she muttered before pushing off the window seat; her loneliness had gotten the best of her.

She rushed towards her closet and flung the doors open. Her eyes scanned the array of clothing for a few moments before she pulled out her favorite pair of light grey sweatpants along with her pale green crewneck. She threw them on and tucked her wand into her pocket. Then she checked herself in the mirror. Her hair was already pulled back, and she had light mascara on. It was good enough, in her opinion, so she slipped on her shoes and turned her doorknob with a shaky hand.

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Draco was sitting in his armchair with a blue book in his hands when he heard three distinct knocks at his door. His breathing began to hasten; surely, it couldn't be... Only one way to find out. "Come in!" he called. The door swung open to reveal Y/N. She looked nervous as all hell but nevertheless, stepped inside his room and closed the door behind her. Neither of them said anything. They simply stared at one another. But luckily, Draco came to his senses. "Right, your cardigan," he said as he dropped his book and stood up. He grabbed the cardigan off the back of his chair and walked over to her, holding out the garment. "Here you are." Y/N took it into her hands and examined it. "Thank you, I thought it was lost forever," she told him with a smile. Draco faltered for a moment. He'd forgotten how sweet her voice was. But then he nodded, and the awkward silence returned. It hung in the air for a few moments before it was broken by the two of them simultaneously blurting out, "I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry, Y/N," Draco insisted while shifting his eyes to the floor. "I acted like a fool that day a-and I frightened you, and I made you so overwhelmed. I should've known better, and I am so sorry...I've missed you so much," he said, whispering his last few words. Eventually, he found the courage to look up, and when he did, he saw that Y/N was crying. His heart clenched, and he felt regret pool in his gut. But before he could apologize again, Y/N spoke up.

"I've missed you too, Draco. And I'm not sorry I rejected you that day, I'm sorry that I kicked you out of my life. I thought I was protecting myself because I just knew I would've gone back on my decision if I had let you stay. I liked you too, I still do, but I just wasn't ready. You're too good to be true. I don't deserve a second chance; I don't deserve you. But you didn't deserve to be shut out, and I really hope you can forgive—"

Y/N was cut off by Draco smashing his lips against hers. He held her face in his hands as she gasped, allowing him to sneak his tongue out and run it along her lower lip. She moaned into his mouth as he started to nibble. His hands traveled downwards until they settled on her hips. He pulled her closer and groaned when his hips touched hers. God, how he had missed this. Then, Y/N reached up and ran her hands through his hair, successfully messing it up. Draco knew he wanted more but pulled away from her lips. She breathed heavily and looked into his eyes, puzzled as to why he stopped.

"You're mine...right?" Draco asked anxiously. Y/N smiled and pulled him close for another soft kiss. "I'm yours," she whispered. Draco kissed her again, and she eagerly returned it. Hesitantly, Draco sneaked his hand underneath her shirt, merely letting it sit there against her hot skin as he slipped his tongue into her mouth again. Then, he began to slide his hand up her torso, all while paying attention to her reactions. She seemed to be kissing him harder as he gently ran his thumb along the underside of her breast. He took that as a sign he was doing good, so he placed his hand on top of it and squeezed. Y/N let out a loud moan and pulled away from the kiss. "Draco, please," she whined. He snickered as he studied her pleading face. "What do you need, princess?" he asked in a sultry voice. Y/N squirmed and continued to whine. Draco clicked his tongue. "Always so scared to tell me what you want. There's no need to be embarrassed. I'll give you whatever you want. I just need you to tell me," he reminded her gently. She bit her lip and stared at the floor before finally answering.

"I wanna have sex with you," she whispered. Her face was crimson. Draco felt his heart squeeze; she was too cute. He put his hand underneath her chin and tilted it upwards. A gentle kiss was planted on her lips. "I wanna have sex with you too, darling," he murmured. Y/N couldn't hide her smile as she swiftly took his hand and led him to the bed. Draco smirked and, with sneaky hands, pushed her onto the bed, making her squeal. "Draco!" she yelled with her back now pressed against the mattress. The Slytherin wasted no time; he jumped on top of her while mimicking a roar, causing Y/N to burst into laughter. Her laugh was music to his ears.

Draco tugged her shirt up and off her body, throwing it to the floor. His hands immediately traveled to her back where he unclasped her bra, throwing that away too. Draco felt his dick twitch in his pants upon seeing her nipples harden in the cold air. He leaned down and latched his lips onto one of them while twisting the other between his fingers. Y/N's gasp sent a shiver down his spine, and he sucked her even harder.

"Draco..." she moaned. Draco let go of her tits and sat up, admiring her flushed face. Then Y/N suddenly sat up and grasped the bottom of his shirt and proceeded to yank it off him. Draco only watched as she did this. Her hands then traveled to his pants. She unzipped him and pushed his waistband down, exposing his briefs. He helped her out by maneuvering himself off his knees so that he could kick his pants off.

Once the pants joined the rest of the clothes, Y/N reached for the top of his underwear. But before she could go any further, Draco stopped her. She looked at him, confused as to why he wouldn't want her to touch him. "Tonight is about you, darling. Lie back for me now," Draco instructed. Y/N's face turned red, but she did as she was told and lowered her body onto the bed. Draco's hands grasped her pants, and he slowly pulled them down, stopping to press kisses to her thighs as he went. They were both in only their underwear now, and he could see Y/N was getting impatient. "Speak princess, what do you want?" Draco asked. Y/N pressed her thighs together and rolled her hips a bit before she spoke. "Finger me, please," she begged. Draco smiled at her and immediately pressed his fingers to her pussy, still covered by her panties.

"So polite," he purred as he gently rubbed her clit through her underwear. She closed her eyes and hummed in pleasure. "That feel good, princess?" Draco asked. Y/N nodded and opened her mouth to reply, but a long moan quickly replaced the words on her tongue as Draco applied more pressure to her nub. He continued to swirl his finger around it for a couple minutes, then he slid a different finger past her panties and slowly pushed it inside, feeling her thighs clench as he did so. "So tight," he mumbled before leaning down and giving her a sweet kiss. The intrusion of another finger caused her to gasp into his mouth. Draco groaned and pressed down on her clit, making her hips jump.

"Did you miss this? Did you miss my fingers inside you and my kisses on your body?" he questioned as he thrusted into her. Y/N clenched her walls around his digits and nodded eagerly. "So much. So fucking much," she mewled. Draco added another finger and increased his pace. He noticed Y/N's breathing beginning to get quicker, and he knew she was close. So he finger-fucked her hole for a minute more before withdrawing his hand. Y/N cried out in frustration and glared at him angrily. "Why did you do that?" she whined.

But then, without warning, Draco lifted up her shirt and pressed his lips to her soft stomach, blowing a raspberry onto it. Y/N instantly screamed and wiggled violently underneath him. "STOP, STOP!" she shrieked, trying to get away as her giggles became uncontrollable. Eventually, Draco took mercy on her and ceased his torment. He leaned up to see Y/N was out of breath, and her hair was a mess. "Quit playing games and put your dick inside me, you twat," she ordered. Draco's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "If you say so," he muttered, taking his cock out of his underwear. Y/N's eyes widened, but before she could say or do anything, Draco slid all the way inside her, burying his dick in her pussy. "Ohhh, fuck," she moaned. Draco grunted as he adjusted to the tightness of her hole. He had the instinct to begin slamming into her, but he controlled his urges and allowed her body to adapt to him as he positioned his hands next to her head.

Y/N's walls clenched around him, and she bucked her hips. "Move, please," she pleaded softly. "As you wish," Draco said as he slowly pulled himself out and thrusted back in, setting a slow but consistent pace. Y/N let out quiet mewls as he moved in and out. Her legs found their way to his waist, and they quickly wrapped around it. This pulled him closer and forced his dick deeper inside her. "Fuck," Draco moaned as he leaned down for a kiss while continuing to thrust. Y/N hummed into his mouth and flicked her tongue against his. "Shit, you feel so good," she purred. Draco's cock twitched at her words, and he increased his pace. A harsh grunt escaped him as Y/N reached up and dug her nails into his back. "You're so gorgeous, Y/N," he breathed. "So goddamn gorgeous."

Suddenly, Draco's sensual thrusts were halted by Y/N calling his name. "Yes, darling?" he replied. "You can be rough, I don't mind," she told him gently. Draco smiled down at her and pressed quick kisses along her jaw. "I know, but I can do that another night. Right now," he angled his head so that his lips were by her ear, "I'm making love to you," he whispered, feeling her shudder beneath him.

Y/N's eyes grew soft, and she moved her hands to his face. "You're perfect," she mumbled before pulling his lips to hers, where they shared a passionate kiss. "So perfect." Draco started to thrust again, resuming his slower pace. The force of his cock rocked the couple back and forth on the plush pillows. But then, he had an idea.

He moved his hands from their spot beside Y/N's head, slid them underneath her back, and lifted her up. "Shit," she cursed as she was now on Draco's lap, his dick still buried deep inside her. Slowly, Draco raised her off him and turned her around so that her back was facing him. He then repositioned her hips above his cock and gently lowered her onto it. "Ohhh," she moaned as she once again became full. She was about to lift herself up and fuck herself on his dick, but Draco's hands stopped her. He pushed her legs wide and placed his hand over her pussy. This didn't please Y/N. She started to squirm and buck her hips forward, causing Draco to groan as she stimulated his cock. "Stay still, princess. I'll take care of you," he assured her. His fingers pressed against her heat and slowly spread the upper lips, exposing her clit. With his other hand, he touched his fingers to her nub and slowly began to circle it. Y/N's head fell back onto his shoulder, and a long, deep groan escaped her throat.

"Oh my god," she whimpered as her breathing became ragged. Draco's hands never stopped or stuttered, not even when Y/N's walls squeezed him tight. He just kept rubbing and rubbing; her soft pants sounded like heaven to him. Suddenly, Y/N's thighs began to tense. "Draco, fuck, I'm close," she muttered. Draco turned his head and once again hovered his lips next to her ear. "Cum on me. Cum with me buried inside you," he ordered. Y/N gasped and rolled her head on his shoulder. He could tell she was almost there. "Oh, god. Fuck, fuck, fuck, just a little more," she begged.

Draco kept circling her clit until finally, she inhaled sharply, and her walls clenched him hard. His finger didn't stop; it continued to rub her throughout her high. It only ceased when Draco felt her body jolt from overstimulation. He then pushed her forward onto her hands and knees and began pounding into her, chasing his own climax. The sounds of skin slapping combined with the tightness of Y/N's pussy lit a fire in Draco's abdomen, and soon, he was pushed over the edge. "Cumming," he warned her before he released inside Y/N with a deep groan. The couple remained in that position for a good minute, breathing heavily. Then Draco pulled himself out and laughed as Y/N immediately collapsed face-first onto his bed. He gently flipped her over and kissed her cheek. "You alright, darling?" he asked. She smiled and turned to him. Then, without thinking, she blurted, "I think I love you." Immediately, Y/N slapped her hand over her mouth. But Draco only grinned and said, "I love you too, Y/N."

She lowered her hand and averted her eyes as blush filled her cheeks. "Draco, are we..." she trailed off, looking apprehensive. "Boyfriend and girlfriend?" he asked. Y/N nodded. "I'd love to be your boyfriend, darling," he said sweetly. In less than a second, Draco was attacked by a forceful hug from Y/N. He wrapped his arms around her still naked body and held her close, breathing in her scent: apples, hazelnut, and cinnamon.

"Thank you for not giving up on me," she said softly. "I don't know what I would've done with myself if you had just stopped caring one day," Y/N confessed. Draco gently pulled away from the hug and cradled his girlfriend's face in his hands. "I never would've stopped caring. Y/N you were all I thought about," he assured her. He watched as her tears began to fall from her eyes. "Don't cry, sweetheart, I'm here now; I've got you. There's no need to cry," he said sweetly, trying to comfort her. But Y/N kept on crying, so he dragged a blanket over his lap and pulled her on top of it. "Look at me, darling," he instructed lightly. She rubbed her tears away with her arm and looked into Draco's eyes.

"I love you. I love you so much. Do not waste your tears on the mistakes of the past. All that matters is that I've got you, and you've got me. Alright?" Y/N continued to wipe her tears and nodded. "Alright. I love you too," she replied.

Draco pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, slid her off his lap, and stood up from the bed. He grabbed some tissues and cleaned himself off before doing the same for Y/N. Then he pulled on his underwear and tossed Y/N hers. As she was getting dressed, Draco strode over to his armchair. In the seat of it sat a small blue book. He picked it up and took it with him as he went back to bed. Y/N was already under the covers; she looked at him quizzically when she noticed the object in his hand. Her mouth opened to speak, but Draco quickly shushed her. He slid under the covers and cozied up next to Y/N. Then, he cracked open the book, cleared his throat, and began to read.

"There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbours. Rather than reveal the true source of his power, he pretended that his potions, charms and antidotes sprang ready-made from the little cauldron he called his lucky cooking pot."

The End

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phoebe-delia · 2 years

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Hey! I just read your drarry ‘Blank Space’ fic and I just loved it! So many of Taylor's songs give me drarry feels omg and I just know my whole day will be spent reading all of your lovely song fics lol. I was thinking could you please do a sort of sequel to the Blank Space one in Draco's POV? Only if you want to, that is. No pressure 😅. One in which Draco has to deal with the publicity that comes with dating harry because of harry being the saviour but also because of the reputation that Draco has gained bcoz of his previous 'dates' (as well as being a former death eater). You can make it angsty with a besotted drarry, whatever you like. I always think of ‘I Know Places’ of 1989 album whenever I think of drarry dating publicly. I mean the lyrics are just 👌❤️

They take their shots, but we're bulletproof

And you know for me it's always you

In the dead of night, your eyes so green

And I know for you it's always me

and the music perfectly captures the urgency of just needing to escape. The media following there every move and them escaping into the muggle world maybe?? Idk.. anything. Also, thank you for sharing your work. I hope you're doing well. Xoxo

Hello lovely! @kinkybazsmolsnow Thanks so much for this request, and I'm sorry it took me so long to get this to you.

It always means a lot when people like my work, especially when it allows me to connect with fellow Taylor/Drarry fans. A lot of Taylor's songs remind me of a Drarry in a secret/new relationship or one affected by media coverage, especially songs on 1989 and reputation, including (and especially) the one you requested.

I am very happy to present to you: the sequel to Blank Space based on I Know Places. This is the same Draco as in that fic and it's his POV, but this time the fic is in first person. Enjoy!

There's a Muggle saying, 'The pen is mightier than the sword.' Well, I propose a counter, which is that the pen is a double-edged sword that will stab you in the back as soon as you look the gift horse in the mouth.

Or something like that; I don't much care. I'm a celebrated Cursebreaker, not a writer, and Granger isn't here to tell me I'm "mixing my metaphors."

Either way, you understand me, don't you? Powerful weapons should always be used by you and not taken for granted lest they end up in the hands of your enemies. It's basic strategic thinking.

Well, on that fateful night in Muggle London, I put down my metaphorical pen. I stopped trying to control the narrative they wrote in the papers about my fleeting dalliances with men whose pockets were almost as wide as their pureblood line. I let myself and my love for Harry become front-page news.

It was easy when it was all a game. There seemed to be an unspoken understanding between us: the press and me. I would give them tantalizing tidbits about my life as the Malfoy heir, a reformed, penitent former Death Eater-turned-Cursebreaker, looking for love in all the wrong places. In return, I was painted as an angel with a devil's streak; it was heady, the mix of adulation and jealousy I felt from the stares of people on the street. I was everyone's favorite bad boy.

But when Harry and I made the story above the fold for the first time, they ripped the halo from my head, sharpened their pens, and cut me down one slanderous headline at a time, bloodlike ink staining their guilty hands.

Maybe it was asking for too much. Maybe they liked me better when I was running around with the highest, shiniest scum society had to offer, because maybe, to them, I, too, was a 'polished turd.'

Because, surely, no one who'd been tainted is good enough for the golden boy. And despite saving the entire world, Harry isn't capable of making decisions for himself.

We both get howlers, but mine contain decidedly more death threats and angry ranting than Harry's, which are mostly full of hysterical crying and promises for vengeance against me; as terrifying as the whole ordeal is, there's something almost amusing about vows of violence made in the sobbing, cracked voice of a 14-year-old.

Almost.

We're lucky, in some ways. Our friends, our family (save for my father, who I believe is still recovering from the shock) are unconditionally supportive. Harry's colleagues have pledged to keep us—me—safe from the would-be attackers.

There's only one way out of this. Well, I suppose there are two. In a past life, I might've broken things off with Harry after the first story hit the stands and traded the headache for the heartache.

But I refuse to go back to bland meals with tasteless men, their hungry eyes and arrogant drawl. (I can hear you snickering. It's different when I do it.)

This is worth it—limiting contact with friends and family, taking an extended leave of absence from our jobs, converting galleons to Muggle money, and keeping our use of magic secret. We'd rather run away together than stay here, separate, dying from each other's sword.

So if there's only one option worth choosing, one way out, Harry and I will take it, hand in hand.

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-My Little Slytherin- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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Request: hi! could you please do a fluff where the reader gets jealous of another girl flirting with draco and he stays the night in the reader’s dorm room to make it up to her or something like that? you can change the ending if it’s easier for you. thank you~

Kody- “he stays the night in the reader’s dorm room to make it up to her or something like that?” feels smutty, but at the same time not everyone likes smut. So i'll write two alternative endings. A fluff and a smut. I also don’t condone Astoria Greengrass slander, but it’s needed for the story, i’m sorry.

Warning: Sexual and Mature themes. s i n. I mean- yikes. Both characters are 18 in this story.

House: Slytherin

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the best days at Hogwarts were free days. Being able to catch up on missed homework was great, or hang out with friends you didn’t usually see on your busy school schedule, but today you were doing none of those things. You will be spending all day with your lovely boyfriend.

well not all day. Draco had Quidditch practice early this morning, but it should have finished about 10 minutes ago. So you were walking out of Hogwarts and making your way towards the Quidditch field. You had a skip in your step as you walked, excited to have your boyfriend around.

you saw a couple of the Slytherin players land on the ground, high fiving each other and whatnot. ‘guess it was a good practice’ you thought. You gaze around the field, looking for your boyfriend. “You were great out there, Draco” you heard a voice say, turning your head in the direction. You see Astoria Greengrass.

she was holding Draco’s bicep and was practically drooling all over him. You could feel your eye twitch in irritation, she was always around Draco. You swore she was more obsessed with him then Pansy Parkinson was. Which was a lot, but at least Pansy stopped when you two started going out.

the pale boy gave her a polite smile “Thank you, Greengrass” he says and ran a hand through his platinum blond hair. “Aw Draco. You can call me Astoria!” she smiles a sickenly sweet smile. He nods slowly and grabs her hand removing it from his bicep “Thank you, Astoria, but i have to go find my girlfriend” he spoke.

‘damn right he does’ you thought. Astoria puts on a pout “but you never hang out with me anymore. Y/n stole you away from me. Just talk to me for a bit, yeah?” she whines, making her sound like a mandrake root that had just been pulled. You watched Draco’s conflicted face ‘oh he better not’

look you weren’t jealous, okay maybe a little, but it��s only because even after you both started dating Astoria still continued to try and ask out Draco. You understood her feelings, but she was being entirely disrespectful and didn’t consider yours like you did hers.

so you told Draco, until she learned to be a normal person and deal with her feelings that he couldn’t hang out with her. It seems rude, but the girl would take an inch and stretch it for a mile. She needed a Draco detox basically. It’s not like he was being rude to her in like a ‘go away’ way. More ‘sorry, but i have go’

Draco sighed and gave her a small smile “She doesn’t seem to be here yet, so yeah we can talk” and you had lost all hope for your boyfriend right then and there. You regain your composure and activate ‘Petty Y/n’ mode. You walk right past the two, catching the attention of the pale boy.

“Y/n! i thought you weren’t coming?” you heard him say. You turn your head and watch as Astoria’s face twist into one of annoyance ‘yeah whatever bitch’ “Oh you seem to be busy, so i’ll catch up with you later” you say, putting on a smile that Draco knew was fake.

he looks at Astoria then you, opening his mouth to speak, but before he could. You turned and made your way towards Blaise Zabini.

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and just like that you completely blew off the Slytherin boy all day. A couple of times you caught yourself going up to him to apologize, but would turn all the way back around because he was still with Astoria. Letting her flirt with him and grab him. Okay yeah, you were definitely jealous.

it was getting late and you were changing into your pajamas to lay down and get some rest. You slipped the long shirt over your head just as a knock came to your door. Straightening the shirt you realize it was one of Draco’s and sigh ‘stupid boy’ you thought and go over to your door.

grabbing the handle, you turn it and pull it open revealing the pale boy himself “Draco” you spoke, crossing your arms “I take it your still mad at me?” he asks, leaning against the door frame. “and the boys a genius. What do you want? a cookie?” your sarcasm made him roll his grey eyes.

“you let that girl put her filthy hands all over you, Draco” you scowl at him, but it seems to have no effect considering he just smirked in return “Are you jealous Y/n?” he asked, a cocky expression on his face, knowing he already knew the answer.

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Fluff Ending

you feel your face flush and roll your eyes “Me? Jealous? of what? Greengrass? as if.” your face was small under his gaze. He nods once and takes a step towards you “Good, because your my girlfriend. Not her.” he says and places a hand on your face, turning your chin up to look at him.

“i love you Y/n. Not Astoria or anybody else. I’m sorry that she ruined our day together, but it isn’t exactly over is it?” he asked, his smirk turning into a genuine smile. You nod slowly and he walks into your room, reaching back to shut the door behind him. “You also look really cute in my shirt”

“Yep it isn’t. So i’m spending the night with you as an apology. Only if you’ll allow me of course” he says and you sigh contently “Your lucky i love you Draco Malfoy” you spoke, causing the boy to laugh slightly “Indeed i am” and with that he grabs your hand and leads you to your bed.

you crawl in and lay down on the left side and he does the same on the right. You were about to pull the covers over your body when he grabs your hand. “Yes?” you say and he doesn’t respond. Instead he leans into kiss your lips gingerly. The exchange only lasted a couple of seconds.

“i promise i’ll stay away from Astoria. Your right, she is kind of crazy about me” he sighs and you nod “Her and me both” you joke, causing the pale boy to snicker before pulling your body flush against his. “There’s a difference between the both of you though”

you raise a brow curiously “and that is?” you question. “I can only imagine you wearing an engagement ring, wearing a nice black dress as you walk down an aisle towards me, saying i do and having a family with” your caught a bit off guard by his words. He imagined his whole life being with you?

“you just have this all planned out, huh?” he nods confidently. “Of course i do. It’s me after all, you know how dramatic i am. Now, get some sleep Mrs. Malfoy” he spoke, making your face flush again. He notices your pink face and grins slightly “Cute” he mumbles.

you feel his arm wrap itself around you and rub circles on your back, making you hum. You close your eyes leaning into his chest, so close your able to hear the rhythmic beat of his heart. “I love you Draco Malfoy” you mutter and soon enough you were asleep. Draco smiles and closes his eyes as well.

he kept his protective hold on you and felt himself dozing off “I love you too my little Slytherin” and with that the pale boy fell asleep holding his future bride.

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S i n Ending

your face flushed a light pink at his question. “What? no of course not” you sputter out, which didn’t help your argument at all. “Oh you are. That’s really cute” he speaks, his smirk not flattering in the slightest. You roll your eyes “Whatever, don’t you have Astoria to go talk to?”

he rolls his eyes and gazes at your sleepwear “Is that my shirt?” he asked, his hands grabbing at the hem of the shirt “Don’t change the subject Draco!” you swat his hands away making him sigh. “Oh merlin, Y/n you don’t have to be jealous. You know i will always love you”

your stupid face turned a light pink and you turn away “I know” you mumble and feel him grab your hands. “Y/n, look at me” he says and lets go off one of your hands to gently force your chin up to look at him. “How ‘bout i make it up to you, yeah?” his smirk returned to his face.

your face turned a darker shade of pink making the pale boys smirk grow wider “Consent would be lovely” he says in a sing song voice. His hands trailing to your hips to give them a light squeeze. “Y-Yes” you stutter out. The way he had this effect on you was indeed magical.

he captures your lips in his and pull you against his chest. You begin to respond to his rouch kisses with your own, but pull away once you remember that the door was open “the door” you huff out and he uses his foot to push it closed.

then reaches behind it to turn the lock, locking the door. Draco turns back to look at you and smiles before going into kiss you again. The kiss is full of passion and very needy, which you were at this point. The pale boy started to back you up into the foot of your bed.

as you were about to pull away from the kiss Draco grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you from the ground to throw you on your bed. You landed on the bed with a ‘oof’ sound and prop yourself up on your elbows to look up at him. “You look so cute disheveled like that” he coos.

he then crawls over you, straddling your hips as he dips down to your neck. Starting to nip at the sensitive skin, you let out a small whine. You could practically feel the smirk that formed on his face when he heard you. He pulls away to lift your- well his shirt that you were wearing over your head.

he stopped his movements to take in your choice of bra and underwear. “I certainly know i’m going to enjoy this” his voice was low and raspy, need dripping off of every word. You simply observed as he placed a kiss between the valley of your breast and went lower and lower

he left purple love bites in his path until he reached the hem of your underwear. You felt his finger run along your clothed area, making you shiver “Already so wet for me, darling” he hums and hooks his finger into the waistband, pulling them down skillfully.

when they reach your ankles he places a kiss on your caff before throwing them on the floor. “Now, where was i?” he asked and looked down at your now exposed lower half “ah yes, that’s right” the pale boy leans down and plants a kiss on your bundle of nerves, making you squirm under him.

you could hear his cocky laugh as you stare up at the ceiling, unable to look towards the boy. “Eyes on me, love” his voice had an demanding tone and slowly, but surely you look down at him. He gives you a innocent smile “Good” and grabs your thighs, placing them over his shoulders.

you didn’t get a chance to react as the boy licked a long stripe along your core “how sweet” he mumbles all you could do was stare as the Slytherin worked his mouth on you, leaving you a moaning mess under him.

your hand went to his hair to tangle themselves in his platinum blond mess. Your hips began to buck up, trying to get more friction against your lower region. Draco used his hand to hold your hips against the bed “Keep still” he growls and uses his tongue to prod at your entrance.

you let out a huff of pleasure as he pushes the wet muscle inside you “Draco” you breathe out, making the Slytherin boy smirk again “I like hearing my name come from you in a such a lewd way” you felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach as he continues his actions.

“Draco i-”

“Let it all out my little Slytherin”

and you felt the knot burst, your release coming in a wave of euphoria that crashes over your body. “So sweet” you heard him say as he sits up, wiping his chin from you. “Now, let’s sleep” he says, going back to his casual demeanour. You blink a couple times as you sit up as well

he gets up from the bed and begins to look at the ground “What?” you ask and he picks something off the ground “Tonight was about you, not me. Plus i have you all morning tomorrow” he sends you a wink and tosses your underwear to you, which you start to put on.

“I need my shirt” you say, pulling the undergarment over your area. Draco grabs the bottom of his shirt and hands you it, leaving him topless ‘woah’ “I rather you wear that one” he smiles at you and you snicker before slipping the shirt over your head.

Draco climbs in the bed next to you and pulls you down to lay with him. “Hmm now sleep Y/n. You won’t be doing a lot of that tomorrow” he says, his tone going deeper. You roll your eyes as you feel him pull the sheets over you two. “Night darling” he mumbles and kisses the side of your face.

you smile and lay your head on his chest “Night Dray”

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Kody- HAHAHAHA i suck at writing this, but i hope you enjoyed. Anyways, peace.

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request: “hi there lovely! I've just came across your blog and would love to give you a request!! maybe something along the lines of the reader being a family friend if the weasleys for years and they've taken her under their wing at school and she gets into a physical fight with some other person that was making fun of the w.fam for their money situation and she gets detention with umbridge. when she comes out thought george kisses her and thanks for? ty lovie?!!”

word count: 2.278

warnings: mild violence, not really proofread

A/N: listen, I just want to say that obviously not all Slytherins are mean bullies, we all know that by now, right? for the sake of the plot these particular ones are bad xxx

Sound was erupting from everywhere around you as Gryffindor won against Slytherin. Mostly you could hear the yells of dismay and catcalls from Slytherin mixing with the roar from the Gryffindor stand. down on the pitch you saw the teams land on the ground, the Gryffindor team looking only somewhat happy amidst the chaos, all of them landing around Harry to check on him after being hit by a bludger in the last second of the game, though their concern quickly turned into annoyance as Malfoy swooped down in front of the group, saying something to them, though the crowd and the distance made it impossible for you to make out what that something was. Instinctively you found the two redheaded twins you called your best friends and going on the stiff looks on their faces, whatever Malfoy was saying wasn’t very sportsmanlike.

“This isn’t going to be pretty,” You say to yourself as you hurry down to the pitch, quickly dodging between disappointed Gryffindors and breaking into a sprint when you reach the grass of the playing field.

You’re too slow though, in the seconds it takes you to reach the team, Harry lets go of George and the two take on Malfoy, both of them quickly overpowering him until he’s lying on the ground, you can’t do anything other than help Angelina, Katie and Alicia hold Fred, who’s still struggling to break free and get to Malfoy, and yell out for George and Harry to stop, not because you have much pity for Malfoy, knowing he probably deserved every hit that he got judging by the boy’s harsh reaction, but rather because you fear Umbridge’s tyranny, and the punishment she’ll give Harry and George. If speaking out of turn got you the blood quill, as it had been named by your fellow students, then you didn’t want to imagine what outright violence got you, let alone two against one. You held onto Fred for what felt like an eternity before a blast from Madam Hooch’s wand knocked down George and Harry who both landed with heavy ‘thump’s on the grass.

“I’ve never seen such behavior before! Up to the castle, straight to your heads of house’s office, both of you immediately! Go on!” Madam Hooch screamed at the two boys, who picked themselves up and took off, in the meantime, Fred seemed to calm down, all you still holding onto his clothes for good measure while you headed towards the changing rooms,

“I-I’d better go back up to the castle,” you say, “I’ll see you all in the common room, alright?”

The group bids you goodbye and you turn to join the stream of students walking up towards the castle.

As you walk, the whole episode plays over and over again in your head. You’d never seen the twins so angry before, let alone had you never seen them being physically violent in that way. You’d known them since you were about eight, your parents were good friends of the Weasley’s and one summer, whilst your own house was having some construction done, the Weasley’s had offered to let your family stay with them. You’d been shy and had mostly kept to yourself until the twins beckoned you into their room to see their newest fireworks they’d gotten from Romania as a gift from Charlie. It had been incredibly easy to befriend the twins and years later you’d still consider them your best friends and you knew them to be some of the most easy going and happy people at Hogwarts so seeing George beat up Malfoy was new. You felt a pang of worry at the thought of George and the twisted devices Umbridge had surely set up to use on him as punishment, Malfoy was a favorite of hers after all, surely she wouldn’t treat this like any of the twin’s other antics. You’d developed a crush on George over the past year or so and just like befriending him, you’d found that falling in love with him had been more than easy, it was hard not to, really. You’d first realised you’d loved him when you’d had a really terrible couple of days, your essays had come back with bad marks despite you really having tried to understand the subject, hoping to get use the n.e.w.t to get your dream job, though at that moment it had seemed impossible with the ‘Poor’ marked on the parchment, then you’d received some harsh criticism from Snape, not that you’d normally care but in midst of your crisis with your essays, you’d let it get to you, and George had noticed, of course he had, he had a knack of reading you better than Fred - or anyone else - could. He’d sneaked you out after the sun had gone down, and together you went to Hogsmeade, walking the wet cobblestones together for what seemed like ages. He bought you sweets and sat with you in the three broomsticks until well after midnight, just talking and watching the various customers come and go.

“Why’d you take me here? I mean, not that I don’t appreciate it, I just-” you halted, your breathing never worked quite right when he looked you in the eye, “-why are you doing all this for me?” you ask, swallowing hard when his lips form a smile that honestly makes your heart stop. He thinks for a minute, allowing you to breathe again when his eyes move away to glance out over the three broomstick’s interior, the hag half asleep over her fifth scotch, the shifty cardplayers in the very back, sluggishly teasing each other earning them a warning from madam Rosmerta when their ale spills over, then back to you with your red nose and cheeks from the cold, your hair slightly frizzy from the wind,

“to get away from everything, I think,” He says, “sometimes it’s nice to just leave everything you know behind for a bit, you know?” He looks at you and when you don’t answer he continues,

“Sometimes, when I’m back home, it can get a bit too much, with my family and everything. Especially if you’re upset, it’s tough when you don’t even have a room you can shut yourself up in, except for maybe the bathroom,” he lets out a stout chuckle, then his expression softens again, “so, sometimes when I’m upset, I sneak out, and just walk through the fields until I can see the city in the distance, and I just sit, like we are, and it helps to be away, just for a little bit, and then when I feel better, I go back home and the strange thing is, that when I come back, Fred is always up and waiting for me, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so thankful to have a twin…” He falters, and realises he’s rambling, “I don’t know, I just thought you’d like to get some fresh air,” he adds, his ears turning red but you don’t say anything. You just stare at him whilst your heart hammers away at your ribs because for the first time you’ve realised how much he means to you.

You’d never told him any of that, though. That night you’d walked back to the castle together as if everything was the same, though you could never focus again whenever he’d put his arm around you and your heart still stopped in its tracks when his eyes met yours.

“If you ask me, then this just proves Malfoy’s point,” a voice says behind you, you turn and look and see a group of Slytherin girls walking together, “I mean attacking him like that just because he’d been giving them some slander, if that doesn’t scream “I was raised in a pigsty” then I don’t know what does,” the girl says, her friends letting out barks of laughter, “honestly what did Draco expect, haven’t you seen their pranks? they’re practically barbaric. Probably fight over scraps of food the poor things,”

“Shut up!” You spun around to face the three girls, neither of whom looked threatened by your outburst,

“What gives you the right to speak about them like that? As far as I’m aware none of you even know them,” you sneer, earning belittling giggles from the three of them,

“I think we’ve seen enough to know what type of people they are, after all they hang out with little Potty and that Granger girl, it figures,”

“what figures,”

“That they clearly struggle to comprehend what wizards are worth spending time with, though who can blame them? with those parents I’m surprised they even know their ABC’s- OOF!”

You hadn’t realised your hand was flying upwards until it hit the girl’s face knocking her backwards a few steps while she cupped her nose, blood beginning to trickle out between her fingers, staring at you with a shocked expression for a few seconds before her friend shoved you, yelling something you couldn’t hear over the pulse banging on your eardrums, in your rage you didn’t hesitate to lash out after her friend who swiped quickly at you and hit you square on the cheekbone, though you managed to land a punch in her eye before you, too, were knocked backwards by a spell.

“MISS L/N!” Snape’s voice echoed across the grounds, Sprout and Flitwick at his heels, “what on earth do you think you’re doing?!” his voice boomed, making you wince as the pain from your cheekbone begins to register, “Your housemates displaying the worst of your houses wasn’t enough for us, was it? Thought we’d join in on the fun? Fifty points from Gryffindor and 20 from Slytherin for good measure! L/n you’re heading straight to professor McGonagall’s office! and you three go to the hospital wing at once!” Snape scolds as you pull yourself to your feet and begin walking towards McGonagall's office, dreading having to look your head of house in the eye. You’d felt sick with guilt when you’d had to explain being late to one of her lessons, the thought of having to explain why you were turning up with a bruised face after she’d already had to berate George and Harry made you want to hurl.

You were surprised to see that her office was empty except for professor Umbridge when McGonagall opened the door with a slightly surprised expression.

“Miss L/n, what on earth are you doing here?” she asked,

“Erh, professor Snape sent me,” you said sheepishly, her eyes landed on your cheekbone and her expression stiffened,

“Come in.” Umbridge's saccharine voice says behind her, “Mr Weasley and Mr Potter have just left, but I’m sure that we can fit in another detention, if you’ll leave us professor McGonagall, I’ll take it from here.”

***

“-So I’ll see you next Monday for your next of many detentions, miss L/n, other than that you’re free to go back to your common room now.” Umbridge says finally, taking the blood quill from you with the same revolting smile she always wears. You don’t know what to say so you resort to nodding and leaving without a word, carefully closing the door behind you and turning to go. You start when you’re met with the face of George, who’s sitting on the windowsill across the hallway, his lip swollen and bruised.

“George!” you say, holding a hand to your chest, “you scared the living hell out of me!” you exclaim as he stands up and crosses the hallway,

“Sorry, Y/n,” he says with a grin before his eyes travel to your cheek and soon after you feel his cold fingers touching your bruise gingerly while he eyes you with furrowed brows,

“You’re hurt,” he says in hushed tone so unlike his usual self that it makes your stomach churn, hating to see him this worried,

“you should see the other girls,” you attempt to joke earning a chuckle from George, “besides I can hardly feel it with my hand,” you lift up your hand, showing off the bright red letters etched into it,

I will not resort to violence.

“so it’s true then,” he says, his hand still on your cheek, his thumb gently brushing over the bruise, his eyes staring into your own, “that you beat up those Slytherins?” Now it’s you who’s chuckling, “You could say that, yeah,” you answer, “they deserved it though, they were talking about you, your family” suddenly, you find it hard to look George in the eye, you stare at your feet, the edges of your vision blurring with tears, you feel his hand tilt your head up by your chin,

“I- I don’t know what happened, George, I just heard them say those awful things about you and I just couldn’t take it, I just-”

His lips cut you off from your ramblings, his hands finding their way down to your waist, holding you gently as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss just a little, stepping closer to you, your own hands travel up to his neck, his hair, your fingers get lost in tufts of ginger hair. You can feel the bruise on his lip, and it implores you to kiss him as softly as possible, though you want nothing more than to continue deepening it, to make it last longer. He breaks away, resting his forehead on yours,

“Thank you, Y/n,” he breathes with a smile, “for standing up for me.” he leans in and pecks you on the lips,

“though, in fairness, I’d prefer if you refrain from violence from now on, I’d hate to see you get hurt.” he says, taking you by the hand and beginning to walk, you gently nudge him,

“And that’s coming from you,” you smirk,

“touché.”

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