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|| “What could've been“||

Draco Malfoy x Pureblood Reader

Soooo my fyp is being all dracotok...again, so I made a Draco Malfoy scrabble^^. Hope you like it!!

In the heart of wizarding society, where lineage and tradition reigned supreme, Draco Malfoy found himself navigating the intricacies of a world where expectations often outweighed personal desires. Amidst this backdrop, an unforeseen twist of fate introduced him to a captivating individual— Y/N Devereaux —a witch whose presence stood out amidst the polished facade of society.

Their initial encounters were steeped in formalities, exchanged pleasantries, and the rigid expectations of their families. Draco, with his familiar air of aloofness, and Y/N, graceful yet quietly defiant of societal norms, found themselves repeatedly crossing paths at various wizarding events.

At first, their interactions were confined to polite conversation, laced with the weight of their families' histories and the unspoken rules of their society. Yet, beneath the surface, there brewed an unspoken connection—a shared understanding that transcended the boundaries of their predetermined roles.

Y/N possessed a depth that intrigued Draco—a mix of resilience, intelligence, and an unwavering spirit that refused to be constrained by societal dictates. As Draco navigated the complexities of his own beliefs and the expectations placed upon him, Y/N's presence served as a gentle reminder of a world beyond the confines of tradition.

Despite the pressures surrounding them, a subtle shift occurred in their dynamic. Casual encounters turned into purposeful conversations, filled with shared laughter, moments of vulnerability, and glimpses of their true selves beneath the masks they wore for the world.

Draco found himself confiding in Y/N about his inner conflicts, the weight of family expectations, and the struggle to define his own path amidst the stringent guidelines set by his lineage. Y/N, in turn, shared her own aspirations, fears, and dreams—unveiling a side of herself that she rarely revealed to anyone.

As Draco and Y/N spent more time together, they discovered common interests and an unspoken understanding that blossomed into a genuine connection—one that neither could ignore nor deny. Their journey together wove a tale of finding solace and understanding in a world that demanded conformity.

"Another one of these insufferable gatherings. The same faces, the same pretenses."

"It can be tiresome, indeed Draco. But sometimes, within the monotony, there might be hidden moments worth discovering."

"Hidden moments? In a sea of shallow conversations and forced pleasantries?"

"Perhaps. But sometimes, beneath the expected facade, there are depths waiting to be explored you know."

Their conversations, once formal and veiled, gradually shifted to deeper topics, their words weaving a connection beyond the surface. Each encounter revealed more layers, unraveling the complexities of their personalities.

"I've never understood these traditions. They suffocate individuality, force us into roles we didn't choose."

"Traditions often clash with the desire for authenticity Draco dear, But within those constraints, there might be room to shape our own paths."

"You speak as if there's a way to break free from these chains love." He said, as he walked towards her, grabbing her hand and kissing it.

"Maybe not break free entirely, but navigate them in a way that lets us remain true to ourselves, You know that Love." She said as she carresses her love's cheek.

Their conversations, once tethered to societal expectations, ventured into contemplations of freedom and identity, fostering a mutual understanding of their shared struggle against the confines of their world.

"There's something different about you. You don't conform to the mold everyone expects."

"And neither do you, Draco. Beneath that exterior lies someone wrestling with their own desires and beliefs."

"I never expected to find someone who sees beyond the Malfoy name."

"Maybe that's because I look for the person behind the title, beyond the expectations."

Their dialogues, once laced with formality, evolved into honest exchanges, each word strengthening the connection between them.

"I've found comfort in our conversations,Y/N. I found comfort in You. You make these events bearable."

"You've provided solace for me in this world of constraints, Draco. Your perspective challenges my own. And I love that about you.“

"Perhaps there's a chance for something more between us."

"Maybe, in this world of rigidity, we've found a space to explore what could be."

Their talks, once cautious and restrained, hinted at a shared desire for something beyond the limitations of their circumstances.

Their journey together continued, conversations evolving from polite exchanges to shared confidences, laughter, and whispered hopes for a future where their love could thrive. Amidst clandestine meetings and stolen moments, their connection grew stronger, defying the boundaries imposed by their families and society.

Their love blossomed amidst clandestine meetings, stolen glances, and whispered conversations away from the prying eyes of their world. They navigated the delicate balance between their burgeoning affection and the pressures of their families' expectations, determined to carve out a path where their love could thrive.

In the end, what began as chance encounters in the meticulously crafted world of wizarding aristocracy evolved into a profound and unexpected love—one that dared to challenge tradition and rewrite the narrative of their predetermined lives. Draco and Y/N stood united, their love a testament to the resilience of the human heart against the confines of expectation and tradition. Together, they forged a future that honored their love, breaking free from the chains of society to embrace a life where their hearts could truly be at peace.

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miscommunications ❝ d . m ❞

sypnosis ; you were angry at draco for his assistant flirting with him, but what happens when you actually hurt his feelings?

warning(s) ; miscommunications, jelly!reader, angst

a/n ; thank you c, for the last name idea and noa & ani for motivating me🤍

you wanted to suprise draco because his company got over 5 thousand clients in one year.

you got him a cake, with bold letters stating “ congrats on the 5 thousand clients ! ”

you were skipping happily to dracos office when you suddenly see a scene you did not want to see.

you saw, martha wormwood draco’s newest assistant because his old one got fired for stealing all the company supplies for their own greedy reason.

she was flirting with draco, and he wasn't even bothered to tell her to bugger off or something.

you felt so, angry with him. he didn't even mind the fact she was touching him all over the place! he probably even enjoyed the attention he was getting from the famous martha. you just left the cake on the floor outside his office and stormed out the building.

you needed to cool off.

• a few hours later . . .

you were currently smoking on your front porch, you werent waiting for draco no. draco was far from your concern, he could stay in that stupid office of his and let martha rub herself all over that pathetic twat-

“hey.”

you turned to see it was draco, you rolled your eyes at him and replied ; “oh, i thought you werent coming home.” with obvious sarcasm.

he sat down next to you at the swing, looking confused. “whats that supposed to mean?”

you scoffed at him for being so clueless, “nothing, anyways how was your day?” you quickly changed the topic before he qould realise what he done.

“uhm, well .. its been quite tiring i could need some stress reliever...” he said as he motioned his hand onto your inner thigh, god this man was hot- you almost forgot anout your cold attitude towards him.

“yeah, no.” you quickly moved away, dracos eyes quickly widened, did he just- make you uncomfortable? that was never his intention?

“darling? did i make you uncomfortable? im very sorry i know i shouldn't-” he apologized.

no, you werent uncomfortable you just didn't wanna deal with him after what you saw in his office.

“no, you didn't. shouldn't you have that martha girl to help you relieve your stress?” you spat harshly at the blonde.

“what? what about martha?”

“oh please! dont act dumb, i saw her flirting with you in the office when i came by to drop the cake, but obviously you were too busy with wormwood to even notice your so called ‘love of your life’ passing by!”

draco was shocked at your sudden outburst, you rarely raised your voice around him.

“i- what?, i didn't even notice-”

you let out a cold laugh at his response, “ofcourse you dont notice things , afterall you were draco malfoy. YOU NEVER NOTICE THINGS! ugh, your just like your father! always so careless around womens hearts!” you quickly slapped your mouth with your hand, fuck. you messed up, big time.

“wait no- draco i didn't mean like that-” you explained, draco already looked like he was about to cry.

He never wants to me compared to his father, even it was from his mother, friends etc.

he didn't expect it to be you saying that to him.

“is that what you think of me huh? that im like my father?”

you instantly shook your head as a "no", you felt terrible. draco looked like he was about to cry.

“y/n, i didnt expect this from you.”

.....

no words were exchanged for a minute or two.

“im staying at blaise for the night, im sure you wouldn't want a man whos careless about a womans heart around you.”

• the day after the fight . . .

you felt so disgusted with yourself, you hurt your own husbands feelings.

you were sulking in the manor, alone.

you walked around the halls , until you saw draco in his study sobbing. you didn't wanna disturb him, but your heart broke at the sight.

draco was facing at the side of the couch, him laying down and crying.

“im such a bad husband, maybe y/n is right...im like my..- my father.. god how did i even mess this marriage thing up ...”

you wanted to hug him and console him that no, he didnt mess up you did. you were just so angry at martha , you took it out on draco and you felt shit about it.

but both of you needed to just have space for now. so you just left him sobbing at the couch, as guilt slowly eats you alive.

• 2 days later . . .

guilt, the feeling that you have been experiencing for the past 2 days. you needed to apologize to draco, but it was like he was ignoring you and that drove your mind crazy.

this was the first time, in seven years of dating, and two years of being married that a fight has lasted over TWO whole days .

yes, of course you and draco weren't a perfect couple there was ups and downs, and bumps in your relationship but you both loved each other endlessly.

when you used to fight, you both cant sleep while being mad at eachother.

always resolve conflict before bed.

now, that rule was broken over a silly little argument.

you lit up a cigarette, and sat down at the porch.

suprisingly draco sat down next to you shortly after you sat down. there was an awkward but comforting silence between you two.

“l-look, i-” this was now or never y/n.

“im sorry what i said 2 days ago.. i w-was just so upset at martha- and didnt even give you a chance to explain your side.. im so sorry draco..” you confessed, as your eyes turned glossy.

draco cooed at your teary eyes, and held your cheeks.

“im sorry too, i should've- I should've told martha to fuck off, i am so sorry i should have been really considerate in picking my assistants.”

you giggled at him as you threw your *now unlit* cigarette somewhere on the ashtray .

“we are really stupid over fighting something silly.” you laughed. “yeah, we are. i promise id fire wormwood tommorow alright?”

you nodded at him and kissed him lovingly, you were so lucky to have this man.

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call it what you want | draco malfoy x reader

song; call it what you want [taylor swift] pairing; draco malfoy x fem!muggle!reader genre; fluff, angst, forbidden love, s2l word count; 4,3k timeline; post-second wizarding war warnings; draco's daddy issues, low-key y/n's daddy issues, references to the second wizarding war (and draco's part in it), discrimination (of muggleborns) summary; his entire life, draco had it drilled into him that anything to do with muggles was bad- impure, even. but after his father is imprisoned for life, he decides to venture into the muggle world- just as a temporary thing, of course

suggested by @tendous-pretty-hair !!

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"my baby's fly like a jet stream, high above the whole scene, loves me like i'm brand new."

also i have fucking eras tour tickets!!!

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Draco had found himself at an emotional stand-still ever since the Second Wizarding War - more specifically the events of the Battle of Hogwarts. After he had regrettably joined Voldemort's side in the mass fallout, only for him to lose anyway. He wasn't sentenced to any time in Azkaban, since it was deemed that he had been coerced into the situation, as backed up by his mother, who had been pardoned due to saving Harry Potter's life in the final moments. His father, however, would never feel the light of happiness again, caged away in the breeding ground of fear.

It wasn't that Draco missed Lucius all that much, in fact, quite the opposite. The time away from him had allowed him and Narcissa to grow closer, and also given him the opportunity to properly question and break down the beliefs that had been hammered into his head since infancy.

Eventually, he decided to step foot into unknown territory: muggle London. He had only ever been to the magic side of it before, but he had come to the realisation that living such a sheltered life was the reason he wound up another of Voldemort's slaves. That lifestyle would be no more.

He found himself stood outside of a small music store, displayed to have vinyls, CDs and cassette tapes inside - whatever they were. Draco did know what music was, however, and wanted to understand the way that muggles experienced it. So, he stepped foot into the shop with the tinkling of a tiny silver bell above him alerting whoever was working behind the tall overflowing shelves.

There were more people perusing the shelves than he had anticipated, so he ducked his head down and headed to an emptier area of the shop. As he began scanning the labels on the shelves, his confusion grew as he realised that he recognised none of the names.

"You don't look like a death metal fan," a voice to his left caught him by surprise, making him jump.

He turned around to have his eyes meet the gaze of a woman wearing an amused smile. You couldn't help but laugh slightly at his skittishness.

"Forgive me, but it's not everyday we have a man dressed in a perfectly ironed suit come and check out the works of Morbid Angel."

After his brain caught up to him, he said, "You work here?"

You nodded, "Family business - me and my mum."

Draco didn't reply to your statement, turning back to the shelves.

"You seem a little lost, first time in a music shop?"

"Uh- yeah," he said, "My family never played music growing up." That was a lie - the Malfoys had held many a musical event, however, they took the form of private orchestral bands.

"You're joking," your expression was that of shock, "How have you lived such a musicless life?"

He shrugged.

"God, I was practically raised on music- I mean, obviously," you gestured around you, "It's everything to me."

"My father was a very strict man," he said simply, making you hum.

"I see. God, I just can't believe you've hardly listened to music - we have to change that," you said, "Do you have any idea what sort of sounds you like?"

"I think I like classical music," it was all he had ever really known.

You grinned, "Yeah, that definitely suits the way you're dressed more than death metal. Come on, I'll set you up with some stuff. Vinyls, CDs or tapes?"

From what he could gather, vinyls were the larger circles, and he was pretty sure that Malfoy Manor had a phonograph with the large brass tube attached for the purpose of playing them. Like the one he saw at the Yule Ball all those years ago. "Uh, vinyl? The big black disc?"

You bobbed your head, "They're becoming less popular these days - people mostly want CDs," you then paused for a moment, "Although my mum said they'll probably have a resurgence in another twenty years. Making an aesthetic of past trends and all that."

Draco listened curiously as you babbled on about different musicians, bands, and albums, finding himself enraptured by the way you carried yourself. Salazar, his father would throw a fit if he found out that he was willingly talking to a muggle.

But his father wasn't there.

"So, do any of these interest you?" you finished, smiling at the ever stoic man before you.

"Uh, yes- all of them," he wasn't sure if he liked the music genre you suggested or the way you talked so passionately.

"All of them?" you tilted your head, "That's- like- hundreds of pounds."

He began digging around in his pockets for the money he had exchanged earlier before coming, and your eyes widened at the sight of all the twenty pound notes.

"Right," you said in a state of shock, "I'll... ring these up for you."

As you totalled up the price and packaged the vinyls into a bag over at the till, the man watched you, as if he was meticulously detailing your every move. Weirdly, it didn't feel creepy.

"Okay that will be... £404.39," you said, in awe of the fact he seemed unfazed by the number.

He began counting out the notes, before handing them over to you: £420 worth of twenty pound notes in your hand. You counted the change out and handed it back to him, placing the receipt in the bag.

"Thank you for shopping here, come again..." you trailed off, realising you didn't know his name.

"Draco," he said, stopping himself before saying his last name. Although he knew that you wouldn't recognise it anyway.

You couldn't help but think that he had a peculiar name; regardless, you smiled, and said, "Y/N. Please come again."

He nodded, taking the bag and leaving the shop swiftly without so much as looking back once.

***

A week passed by and Draco found himself stood outside of the record shop, unsure of why he had returned. During his last visit he had purchased months worth of music, so really he had no need to be back.

Except, he did.

His social circle had been non-existent ever since the Battle of Hogwarts, not because Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott no longer wanted to be friends with him, but because he had isolated himself in Malfoy Manor with his mother. Draco was nearing being ready to owl them again, but reconnecting with them meant inevitably having to unpack the events of the war.

With a muggle stranger like you, however, there was no unpacking to do.

"Draco, you're back," you grinned, coming out from behind the till, "I was hoping you would."

"Why?"

His abrupt question caught you off guard, "Well, I- I don't know. You're an interesting character," that and you thought he was cute.

Draco stared blankly at you, making you shift uncomfortably on your feet. Eventually, you decided to change the subject.

"Here for more music?"

"Oh, uh- yes."

"Well, what were your favourites from last week's purchases?"

After he told you which ones he had enjoyed the most, you were able to develop some kind of idea as to specific kinds of music to indulge him into. Of course, you had a question burning at the back of your mind that you simply had to ask.

"If you don't mind me asking, what do you do for a living?"

He looked up at you with slightly furrowed eyebrows.

"It's just- vinyls aren't cheap, especially not in as large a quantity as you get them," you elaborated, "I assume you have a well paying job."

Draco sighed, shaking his head, "Family money."

"You mean old money?" you couldn't help but clarify.

He reluctantly nodded, "Yes, old money." He used to be so boastful and prideful of the Malfoy family legacy, but in that moment, despite you having no idea who he was, he could only feel shame when he thought of it.

"Okay, Mr. Fancy," you chuckled, "Let's continue your musical adventure."

Even as you proceeded to serve him with a chipper attitude, you couldn't help but be saddened by learning that he was old money. There was no way that you stood a chance, since old money families liked to marry each other and not someone who was simply the daughter of a small record shop.

At least you learned that piece of information about him early on, you reasoned.

***

"Back? Again?" you questioned incredulously, spying Draco stood in the doorway of your shop, "Hate to turn you away, but we're about to close."

"I know."

You paused, frowning slightly as you grasped hold of the door, "Uh, okay, then... bye?" You began slowly shutting the door.

"Wait."

Again, you paused.

"I need help."

Opening the door fully again, you placed a hand on your hip as you said, "With regards to what?"

You didn't know what to think when he presented a small battered flip phone to you on his milky white palm.

"A phone?"

"I found it. On the floor."

"Musta fell outta someone's pocket," you shrugged, "Happens - why do you need help?"

"Well, don't we need to do something about it?"

All you could do was look at him curiously.

"Is that not- is that not what you do?" maybe he was overcompensating for his past by trying desperately to do one small good deed, or maybe he was trying to prove to you that he was a good person even though you had no reason to believe otherwise. Either way, he wanted to return the muggle contraption to its rightful owner.

"I mean- I guess? If you're feeling nice," you said simply, "Can't lie, I'd probably leave it for someone else to deal with."

"How do I return it?"

You sighed, "Just call the last person they called."

"Right, okay."

Much to your confusion, Draco stared at the device as if he was trying to will it into doing what he wanted.

"You do know how to call someone, yes?" you asked, your arms now folded across your chest.

With a sigh of defeat, he shook his head.

You rolled your eyes, stepping aside, "Come in."

Once Draco was inside your shop, you shut the door and flipped the sign from 'open' to 'closed'.

"Give it," you made a grabbing motion with your fingers, and the man before you immediately handed over the device, "It's really easy-" he watched in amazement as you flipped open the phone, "-just use the arrow buttons here to go to call history- and, oh, look! Last person they called was their mum- press the green call button and bam."

You presented the now dialling phone to him.

"They have been notified now?"

"Well, her phone will be ringing- hopefully she'll pick up."

"Pick up?"

"Hello?" a voice from the phone announced, "Cadie?"

"Hello, ma'am, your daughter dropped her phone and we found it."

"Oh, I see. Thank you- I'll let her know so she can pick it up. Where's a good place?"

As you told the concerned mother the address of your record shop, you watched Draco's intrigued expression.

You hung up, placing the phone on a nearby surface and beginning to walk to the back room, "Would you like some tea?" you asked.

He stared blankly at you for a few moments, before nodding, "Please."

"How do you take it?"

"No milk, one sugar."

You chuckled to yourself at his strange way of having tea.

***

Draco watched you as you chatted mindlessly while sipping your tea, almost entirely forgetting that he had his own cup sat to his side. Your topics were classically boring - yet so interesting to him. He was enthralled to learn about the different characters in your family, and the trials and tribulations of your school years. He hadn't even realised how little he had said until you pointed it out.

"What about you?"

"Hm?" he went, snapping out of his daze.

"I feel like I've just been talking about myself this entire time. Where did you go to school?"

"Oh- uh-" he desperately pulled together all his thoughts, "A private boarding school in Scotland."

Your mouth dropped open, "Wow, that's cool."

He shrugged.

"Did you miss your family while you were away all year?"

Again, he shrugged, "My mother, yes- my father... not so much."

"I don't see my father at all," you added, to make him feel more comfortable about sharing details of his own father, "I used to... but I realised it was always me reaching out and not him so I stopped. Haven't heard from him since."

Draco nodded, "My father is in prison."

He didn't know why he told you, only realising what he had just said when you froze for a few seconds with widened eyes.

"Can I ask what for?" you asked in a squeaky voice.

"Uh... terrorism, murder... that sort of thing," he had no clue why he was being so honest. Had you put veritaserum in the tea?

You cleared your throat, wanting to delicately change the subject but lacking a way on how to do it naturally. Draco observed you, and opened his mouth to say something more when a knock sounded on the door.

"That's- uh- that's probably the phone owner," you said quickly, rushing to your feet to run out of the back room and let them in.

You opened the door to be faced with a short brunette woman.

"Cadie?" you questioned.

She nodded, "You have my phone?"

"Yes, come in."

"Thank you so much- I really can't afford a new one right now," she sighed, "I'm always losing things."

You chuckled, "I know how you feel- I'm always breaking things."

Draco appeared in the doorway to the back and picked up the phone from the counter.

Cadie sighed happily, accepting the phone and thanking the both of you profusely.

"Seriously, you have no idea how appreciative I am."

"It's no trouble, Cadie, really," you assured her.

She paused for a moment, looking around. "Is this your shop?"

You bobbed your head, "Yes, it's family-owned."

"Oh, that's so cool," she looked towards Draco, "So this is your husband?"

You were so taken aback you couldn't even form a response. Before either of you could reply, the phone began ringing.

"It's my boss! I have to take this," she said, "Thank you so much again. You two are a cute couple." And with that final comment, she departed, leaving you and Draco in an awkward silence.

"I-" you began, but you were quickly interrupted.

"Go on a date with me," Draco hurriedly said, realising he had said it like an order rather than an innocent question. He was still in some ways his old bossy teenage self, socialised in a slightly abnormal way.

You took it in good humour, however, and smiled, "I would love to."

***

The following six months were filled with the fanciest and most luxurious dates that you could ever have possibly imagined: five star restaurants, weekends in Paris, and expensive gifts. It was heaven in all ways but one - Draco always had an excuse for you not meeting his family and friends.

For a while, you had ignored the itching feeling that he was ashamed of you and so kept you a secret, but your suspicions grew until you couldn't keep it in anymore. You had to confront him about it.

"...and I was thinking, we should go out for dinner with your mother," you said, flicking through a magazine as Draco sat on the sofa in your small but homely flat.

"When?" he asked.

"Whenever's good for her."

You heard Draco's breath hitch.

"What? Can't come up with an excuse to get out of this one?" your tone held evident bite.

Draco turned around to face you, but his expression was unreadable.

"Are you ashamed of me, Draco?"

His eyes widened.

"I know I'm not rich, let alone old money, but I'd like to think that I'm a likeable person."

He shook his head, "It's not that-"

"Then what is it, Draco?" you snapped, feeling tears fill up your eyes, "You won't even introduce me to your friends! How am I supposed to feel?"

He stood up and began shifting on his feet and fidgeting with his hands, "It's more complicated than that."

"What? You're engaged to someone else?"

Again, he shook his head, "No, nothing like that."

"Then what?" you waved your hands about, "Because I can't date someone who treats me like a secret."

"You wouldn't believe me!" he yelled, clearly unintentionally.

You were shocked: you had never heard him yell before. "Try me," you said, your voice low.

He sighed, moving around helplessly for a few moments before striding over to his bag by your front door. He reached his hand in - what appeared to be deeper than the bag's actual depth, but you dismissed it due to your blurred vision - and pulled out a blank piece of paper, tinged brown.

He came over to you and placed it on the kitchen island you were stood behind, and pointed at the bottom of the page. "Sign here."

"It's blank," you thought he was insane.

"Just trust me. Please."

You gave him a skeptical look, but wiped your eyes and picked up a pen nonetheless, writing your signature in the area he pointed to. To your amazement, the second you finished the last letter of your name, writing appeared on the paper. As you scanned it, you were increasingly confused.

- By signing this non-disclosure agreement, you agree that as a muggle you shall not disclose the existence of wizardry and witchcraft to anyone not already in knowledge of it. You understand that by doing so, you would be breaking the law and could face potential criminalisation. The wizard or witch of whom has vouched for your approval to know of magic shall also face potential criminalisation in such a situation.

It will no longer be a criminal offence for wizards and witches to perform magic with you as a witness unless there are unapproved muggles also present.

You will be granted access to wizard-only areas including but not limited to Diagon Alley and Platfrom Nine and Three Quarters at King's Cross provided that you are accompanied by a wizard or witch. Please be aware that these permissions may vary in other countries depending on their laws surrounding muggle knowledge of magic and also their acceptance of the British Muggle Non-Disclosure Agreement.

Please sign your name below. -

"What is this?" you asked, your eyebrows furrowed.

"An NDA."

"Yes, I- I gathered that- but- what does it mean?"

"It means... that I'm a wizard."

Part of you wanted to burst out laughing at Draco's insane words, but the way he said it held so much depth that you couldn't help but take it seriously.

"Prove it."

You didn't know what you had expected, but you certainly didn't anticipate your boyfriend pulling out a wand and muttering what sounded like Latin under his breath.

The pen on the table before you morphed into a feather.

There were really no words to describe how you felt in that moment. You asked him to do it again - he turned the feather into a sharpener. You asked him to do it one more time - he turned the sharpener into a fork.

"Oh my God," you said at the volume of a whisper, stepping back and falling against the counter behind you, "What the actual fuck."

"I know this may come as a shock to you..."

"Really?" you said, "No, actually. Not freaking out at all. Not even a little."

He pursed his lips, "My family is what is known as pure-bloods. We haven't mixed with muggles when it comes to reproduction at any point in our bloodline - allegedly."

You stared at him.

"Sometimes, a witch or wizard can be born of muggle parents - we call them muggle-borns. Half-bloods make up the most of wizarding society - their ancestors are a mix of muggle, muggle-born, pure-blood and half-blood."

At your lack of speech, he continued.

"There is a culture of supremacy among pure-blood families - choosing to reproduce only with other pure-bloods to ensure the pure-blooded line continues as they believe themselves to be the only true witches and wizards."

"You're pure-blood," you mumbled.

Draco nodded, "I used to think like that. Used to bully muggle-borns in school - the school I went to being specifically for witches and wizards."

"You don't think like that anymore?"

"No," he quickly said, "I've had a lot of time to question everything I was taught to believe - but, I- there's something really bad I have to tell you. It may change your opinion of me forever and it's the reason why I have kept you away from my family and friends."

You nodded, mentally preparing yourself for what he was about to tell you.

"Years ago, there was a war in the wizarding world..." he began.

***

You had never seen Draco in tears before, but when he reached the details of the final showdown between Harry Potter (a heroic celebrity in the wizarding world) and Lord Voldemort (a wizard terrorist), he broke down in sobs as he recalled him walking over to the latter's side. Tears were falling down your cheeks soon too, and you quickly brought Draco into your arms and felt him collapse into you.

"I regret it every single day," he said through sobs, "Why didn't I have more of a backbone?"

"You were just a boy, Draco," you soothed him, "You didn't want your family to be killed."

He cried harder.

"My opinion of you is not changed - by the sounds of it you never actually killed anyone yourself," you thought back to the Professor Dumbledore section of the story, "In fact, it sounds like you couldn't bring yourself to."

"I can never make up for my past, Y/N."

You stroked his hair, "You dating a muggle is pretty solid evidence you're trying to."

"I'm not dating you because you're muggle," he pulled back from you and looked you in the eyes.

You chuckled slightly, wiping the tears off his cheeks with your thumbs, "That's not what I was saying. Young you would have never even considered entering the muggle world, and yet here adult you is."

He gave you a small smile, "I love you."

You beamed, but teardrops were still cascading down your cheeks, "I love you too."

"Let's have dinner with my mother on Sunday."

***

"Mr Malfoy, you may see your father now," the Azkaban worker said, who Draco couldn't help but think reminded him strongly of Filch. An old miserable man with long scraggly hair, an unmissable limp, and filthy dark-coloured robes. Then again, at least this worker had a reason to be miserable all the time: working in the breeding ground of fear and desolation. Filch was by all means in a much more cheerful environment.

Draco nodded at him, and followed his lead down shadowed narrow corridors, caked in dirt and dust. They turned a few corners and went up a few sets of dangerously steep stairs before reaching a cell block with moans and whines coming from every cell - except one.

In all honesty, Draco hadn't known what to expect when he came to see his father: he hadn't visited once since his arrest. But Lucius looked quite different than the proud man he once was, with his once well-kept long blond hair being knotty and entwined with filth, and his once healthy (albeit pale) complexion being overly skinny with sallow sunken features. He looked up at his son, still being able to produce a slight scowl.

"So, you finally decided to visit," he drawled, but his voice was too broken to hold the same threat it used to.

"Yes, father, I have some things I need to say to you," despite Lucius' weakened state, Draco still held some lifelong fear of the man, but he had to remain strong in front of him.

"And what would that be?"

"I have a girlfriend, and I plan to propose to her."

Lucius raised an eyebrow, "Your mother has not mentioned this," Narcissa frequently visited her husband.

"She didn't find out until last week."

After some seconds of silence, Lucius slowly rose to his feet and stood face-to-face with Draco at the cell gate. "What is her name?"

"Y/N L/N."

"L/N does not ring a bell. Which bloodline is she from?"

Draco felt intimidated by his father's close proximity, but still managed a smirk, "She isn't of pure blood, Father."

Lucius' eyes widened, "You don't mean to say she's- half blood? Or worse- a- a mudblood?"

"Worse," his smirk grew, "She's muggle."

The ghostly shock that flooded over Lucius' face made Draco feel a triumph over his father he had never felt before, and gave him the confidence to feel as though he had the upper hand in their interaction. He stepped closer to the cell and lowered his voice.

"And I'm going to marry her, and have children with her, and you will have to spend the rest of your life rotting in this cell knowing that the Malfoy pure blood line has been permanently tainted."

"You can't do this," Lucius said through gritted teeth, "After everything we fought for."

Draco hummed, "See, I thought it was time for me to finally fight for something good."

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written; 02/06/2023 —> 17/07/2023 published; 17/07/2023 edited; —/—/——

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Draco Malfoy x Reader

The snow was dancing around within the windy sky as Draco Malfoy walked the castle halls as students ran wild trying to find dates for the Yule Ball being thrown before the Second Task. Everyone was trying to get a date to the dance…but Draco didn’t have one.

He’d consider going with Pansy for sometime ever since the Ball was announced within Hogwarts. Only his mind was forced on another female within his grade and that was (Your name). A student within (your Hogwarts house) that Draco had known for a few years and spoke within a few times. Especially when Draco was having problems with perfect Potter and the Malfoy family (Your Name) was willing to listen to all his rants and try to come up with a solution.

That’s what made his mind wonder to asking (Your Name) to the Yule Ball. Only Draco didn’t have a clue about how to ask (Your Name) to the dance.

Yeah. Draco the Slytherin prince (that he’d been labeled by Pansy and several other females within the school) didn’t know how to ask out a girl.

It was going to be humiliating if he showed up to the Yule Ball without a date. His father would be furious with him for not having a date for such an event.

“The stars are lovely tonight,” a female Hogwarts student said to one of their friends.

“Yeah,” a Hufflepuff student adds with a small nod.

“(Your Name) knows a lot about the stars within the sky,” a student from Ravenclaw (which was Lonely Lovegood) explained to the two. “Even told be about several of them when we first met.”

Stars. (Your Name) loves the stars.

Draco didn’t know that. Not until that moment as his mind went to an idea which began to spin within his brain. There was a spell for shooting stars.

“Thanks for the idea, Luna,” Draco shouts as he ran of down the hallway to find his future date to the dance.

Luna frowned as she watched the Slytherin boy ran by. “What did I say?” she wandered with a small shrug. “Happy to help…even thought I don’t understand what I helped with.”

Of course, Luna wouldn’t understand the reason behind Draco’s thank you anytime soon or understood how she helped him come up with an idea. For Malfoy was running through the hallways until he found (Your Name) talking with a few students.

“(Your Name.)” Draco said.

(Your Name) turned to look at him. “Hello, Draco.”

“Hi,” he greeted.

“Do you need anything?”

Draco gave a small nod. “Yeah. Can you come with me.”

(Your Name) gave a small nod. “Sure.”

Draco led (Your Name) to the windows that overlooked the night sky as the stars shined within the night. The cold air blowing within the room along with the snow.

“Do you want be to explain the stars to you, Draco?” (Your Name) asked after a moment.

Draco let out a small breath before shaking his head and taking out his wand before pointing it at the sky. “I want to show you something. Stella Cascadia.”

(Your Name) looked out the window as a shower of stars began to appear outside as they smiled brightly. “That’s amazing, Draco.”

“Yeah,” Draco admits before waving his wand again.

Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?

The words had appeared within the sky as the stars continued to shower.

(Your Name) turned and looked at Draco. “Yes.”

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Yandere Draco Malfoy (5/5)

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Bill and Fleur had opened their doors to us. It was quite kind. My mission had changed, though; I was concerned for Draco’s safety, especially now that his wand was in my possession. Harry had gifted it to me and told me that my help was needed elsewhere. 

That ‘elsewhere’ being Hogwarts. I was needed as a spy to keep watch on Hogwarts and the changing tides as Harry, Ron, and Hermione tried to do whatever they were doing. To be honest, I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that it was gong to save the day.

So, here I was, sitting next to Harry on the bed. I was going to head off, but only if Draco’s wand was suitable for my use. Harry and I were holding hands tensely as Mr. Olivander held the wand carefully. He had remorse wracking his entire bodice.

“Hawthorn. Unicorn hair. Ten inches. Reasonably plied.” He suddenly held it up to his ear, as though listening to the wand. “This was the wand of Draco Malfoy.”

“Was?” I prodded. “Is it not still?”

“Well, perhaps not. You won it from him. The wand speaks of your importance to the boy. I sense his allegiance is not only toward the boy, but with you.”

He ands it over to me again. I took it gently, stroking the wood while deep in thought. It’s allegiance was with me. Because Draco and I were in love. At least… I hoped he still loved me after my betrayal.

“You… talk about wands as if they have feelings,” Harry mentioned. “As if they can think.”

Mr. Olivander had a smile grow on his face as he leaned over to us. “The wand chooses the wizard Mr. Potter. That much has always been clear to us who study wand lore.”

“Fascinating,” I chimed in.

“And… what do you know about the Dealthy Hollows?”

Mr. Olivander’s expression grew stoney. “It is rumored there are three. The Elder Wand, the Cloak of Invisibility - to hide you from your enemies, and the Resurrection Stone - to bring back loved ones from the dead. Together, they make one the master of death. But few truly believe that such things exist —“

“Do you? Do you believe they exist?”

“Well, I see no reason to put thought into such an old wive’s tale.”

“You’re lying. You know one exists. You’ve told him about it. You’ve told him about the Elder Wand. And, well, he went looking for it.”

“He tortured me…” Mr. Olivander caved. “Besides… there’s only conveyed rumors. There’s no telling that he can find it.”

“But he has found it, hasn’t he?”

Silence, but only for a brief moment. Mr. Olivander looked regretful. Harry had learned what he came here to learn. He beckoned me with him. “We’ll let you rest,” I concluded, sending the man a reassuring smile.

The four of us exited the room. The moment the door closed, I turned to Harry. ”I know you have the cloak of Invisibility. That means that you know the Deathly Hollows is true. Does that mean you plan on finding the Resurrection Stone?”

“Yes. Which is why we need you to wait at Hogwarts for us to return. We need eyes everywhere. He has made it clear that the final battle will take place there,” Harry conceded.

I nodded. “But what about… the Death Eaters?”

“I have a feeling that Malfoy and his wand will watch out for you. But, regardless, you will navigate Hogwarts with my Invisibility Cloak. You should be able to travel undetected. The Gryffindor common room password is…”

~~~

Hogwarts was going to absolute hell. The battle had begun, and my peers were in the middle of it. I had not seen the sun is so very long. Death Eaters were swarming the building. Half of the building was up in flames. I was terrified. But I knew that I played too important of a part to let it affect me. 

I had finally met up with the golden trio. We were standing outside of the Room of Requirement as the war raged on outside. We were safe for the moment; but I had an inkling it wouldn’t last long.

“Snape knows you’re here,” I hissed as Harry and I hovered outside the Room of Requirement. I had taken off the Cloak of Invisibility and handed it to Harry.

“Do the Death Eaters know you’re here?” Harry inquired in concern.

I shook my head. “No. I managed to sneak in successfully. The only people that do are the fellow students, who previously took refuge in the Room of Requirement. I helped sneak food in for the time being, but they were recently found out.”

Harry nodded in approval. “Good job. I knew you could do it.”

“What are we doing here, though?” I asked.

“I need to find the diadem so that I can find my connection with him again. It’s gotten to weak. I can’t sense him at all, but I need to know what he's planning next,” Harry explain.ed

“Understood. No reason to beat around the bush, then. Let’s go,” I conceded.

Harry opened the Room of Requirement, grabbing my hand for reassurance. My hand went to my waist, where Draco’s wand remained. I heard the roars and screams of terrified students down the hall. We didn’t have much longer. The rocks began to move as it opened itself to us.

Inside the room, was piles up the ceiling of food, books, and other magical relics. The room was dark, having nothing but the light of our wands to help is see. Certain relics sparked and shone, but not enough for us to truly take everything in.

“Lumos,” I cast. The rusted chandelier on the high ceiling lit up. It was dim from constant use and creaked from small breezes.

We began surveying the rows of items. There were pillars upon pillars. I made sure to leave a trail of sparks so that we did not lose our way. “We’re never going to find the diadem with the state of this place,” I complained.

“We have to. What’s going on right now is just a distraction fro what he’s really planning,” Harry insisted.

So, we kept searching the rows. Harry seemed to know the specifics of what we were looking for, which was lovely, since I had no idea what to look for. Harry sudden halted. I bumped into him as he turned. His eyes were fixated on a pile of ropes. His pace was slow as he lifted the ropes off, only to reveal a wooden box.

I watched as he opened it. Inside was a raven tiara with a blue gem in the center. It was indeed the diadem. 

Gently, Harry picked it up. It was whispering to him. I was just as entranced by the tiara —

“Well, well.”

I jumped and took out my wand, quickly realizing I was pointing it at none other than Draco. Out of pure shock, I accidentally dropped my wand. Harry protectively stood in front of me. Even if the darkness, I could see that Draco was angry. Furious, even. His handsome features were curled into a snide snark.

Draco, Goyle, and Blaise walked closer toward us, their wands out. “What brings you here, Potter?”

“I could ask you the same.”

Draco’s eyes flickered over to me. “You have some things of mine. I’d like them back. Y/n, get over here and return my wand. Now.”

“What wrong with the one you have?”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “It’s my mother’s. It’s powerful, but it’s… not the same. It doesn’t quite… understand me. Know what I mean?”

I decided to step around Harry. I still had the wand pointed toward Draco. Harry let me shield him, although his hand soundly resided on my waist. He was nervous; Harry only touched me when we was in a negative mindset.

“Draco, let’s stop this nonsense,” I pleaded. “You don’t have to turn us in. I know you aren’t the villain you are forced to be.”

He sneered, his glare residing on the hand on my waist. Realizing, I swatted Harry’s hand away. “I’m doing what’s needed to protect you. Even you’re too much of a bloody idiot to realize what’s good for you. And clearly Potter’s too much of a bastard to keep his hands off what’s mine to begin with.”

“She’s her own person!” Harry barked, but I stomped my foot on his toes to shut him up.

“You think I don’t know that?” Draco roared. “Potter, I’ve always hated you from the day we first met. I knew from the bottom of my heart that you would ruin me. And here you are, stealing the woman I love. There’s nothing I want more than to turn you in to the Dark Lord himself —“

“Draco, I love you!” I shrieked. Panic washed over me. Fear. “Harry and I are friends! We’re working together to stop the Dark Lord! You’ve truly gotten it all wrong. Can’t we just talk?”

His face softened, but only for a moment. His glare was seemingly looking through me. “That may be what you think, love. But I know Potter better than you. He’s trying to take you away form me. He already has once. He’s been after you rom the day he met you —“

“I’m with Ginny —“ Harry attempted to interrupt.

“Silence!” Draco roared. His entire body was shaking with fury. “You took the only good thing in my life away from me when I needed her most. You’re to blame for everything that’s happening now. I wish you just let yourself die with your parents.”

Goyle inched up behind him. “Go on, Draco. Do it. Don’t be a coward,” he whispered in his ear.

There was no doubt in my mind at that moment. The Draco who I loved was not present. I knew he was on the verge of casting a spell. There was no more talking to be done.

“Expelliarmus!” I cried.

Draco dodged the spell, jumping front of Goyle. Instead, Blaise was hit. Immediately, the boy turned tail and fled the scene. Harry made a run for the tiara while I shot more spells toward the duo.

“Avadao Kadavra!” Draco howled, shooting the spell at Harry.

I screamed, trying my best to defend him from the spell. Tears of panic slid down my cheeks as I could do nothing but watch. Harry was in the process of picking up the tiara. I was about to scream again, but instead of hitting Harry, it reflected off the tiara and sent it flying out of his hands. I noticed it went all the way to the top of the pile.

“Stupefy!” Draco cast toward me.

I blocked the spell and cast a Stupefy right back at him. Both of our attention was keen on one another, which allowed Harry to ascend the pile of junk while Goyle tried shooting him. I wanted to target Goyle for Harry's sake, but Draco suddenly shouted,” Goyle, we have to regroup!”

They took off, Draco barely dodging my spell. I figured they were too scared, but I was still on guard. Instead, I began climbing up the pile with Harry, searching through to find the tiara. Each time I grabbed inside, it wasn't what we were looking for. Instead, I pulled out several imps and pixies.

“I found it!" Harry yelled from the top of the pile. 

“Good!” I replied, letting my body slide down the filth-covered junk. We regrouped at the bottom, dusting one another off.

“There's no way he's not coming back," Harry panted.

“I know," I agreed. "But Blaise needs his wand first.” We paused for a moment. However, from a distance, we heard a roar. “Oh no.” I shoved Draco’s wand into Harry’s grasp. “You need this more than I do, Harry. Draco’s not intending to kill me.”

Harry accepted it in the knick of time. Rounding the corner was a large dragon made of fire. Its roar echoed in the corridor. Harry grabbed my wrist and we broke into a run. My calves burned as we dashed around corners. We were fast from constantly having to save our arses, but not fast enough. The dragon was rapidly gaining on us. Over the roars, I could hear Draco’s manic, snide cackles.

Magic fire flooded the Room of Requirement, hot on our tails. Harry suddenly slowed, training the wand on a pile and send it in the way of the fire. That gave us a few extra seconds, but an explosion sounded behind us. Junk flew at us, and we narrowly dodged it.

We ended up circling right into Draco. He looked furious as he focused on fueling the dragon. When he saw us approaching, he attempted to stop the spell. However, fire continued to spew from the tip. Harry weaved around them, but I slowed enough to grab Draco's wrist. I tore the wand away from him and tossed it into the oncoming fire. We took off, Draco’s furry dissolving into pure terror. 

We rounded the corner into a complete dead end. Blaise and Goyle were right behind us. I released Draco and began climbing the rubble. The boys followed suit. I could only pray that Harry was not being reduced into an ashen mush. 

We continued to climb the pile. But suddenly, Goyle grabbed onto a loose chair. I screamed as the boy fell into the pit of raging fire. I made it to the top with Draco and Blaise. To our luck, there were two broomsticks on the top. Draco fell off, but I caught his wrist. I pulled him up as Blaise saddled up and zipped away on one.

Draco and I took the other broom. We escaped the fire in time, leaving the roaring dragon out of reach. Luckily, Harry had also grabbed a broom. The four of us zoomed near the ceiling.

“Harry! Where's the exit?” I shouted.

“Just follow me!”

The junk was collapsing around us. I weaved the broomstick, completely in control, and Draco clutched me close by the waist. I could feel his tears streaming down my neck. Harry shot a spell to move a wave of fire out of the way. The exit was finally in view. We finally maneuvered through the door, our brooms colliding with the ground.

I let out a yelp of pain as my body went rolling across the ground. My head hit a stone column, causing my ears to ring and my head to spin. A wave of nausea washed over me as I curled in on myself, pressing my knees to my chest. Sobs escaped as I clawed at the hard ground. I felt something wet dripping down the back of my head.

I forced my eyes to open. Draco clawed his way over to me, and I almost threw up right then and there when he grabbed my body and pulled me to his chest. I curled my head into his beck, peering over his shoulder. I saw that Blaise had completely abandoned us, and Harry was planning to. He held Draco's wand and the tiara still.

I knew he was contemplating saving me. But I was with Draco, so I knew I would be fine. So, I mustered a reassuring smile. He nodded my way before grabbing the Cloak of Invisibility from outside the entrance and disappeared from sight.

“Episky,” Draco cast shakily.

All my pain slowly vanished as I felt magic flowing through my veins. I gulped down my saliva and mustered a dry chuckle. “We should have just talked it out.”

Draco suddenly broke down completely, sobs echoing in the hall. I felt much better and pulled away from him just enough so I could cup his cheeks. I wiped away his tears. I kept wiping them, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. I hushed him gently, letting him cry.

As he quieted down, I placed a kiss on his lips. He kissed back greedily, pulling me into him once more. Our heaving chests pressed against one another and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Once we pulled away from one another, he exhaled.

“I’m so sorry,” he rasped.

“I forgive you, Draco. You know how much I love you. I just… wish you could do the right thing, love.”

He leaned his forehead against mine. Shame swept over his handsome, tired features. “I wish I could, love. But all I can do is what’s best for you.”

~~~

I could do nothing but sob into Draco’s chest. The moment we saw Voldemort and the hoard of Death Eaters sauntering across the bridge, I knew what that meant. I knew Harry had to be dead.

Draco and I had gathered in the courtyard with some of the other students. They had insisted on throwing him in the dungeon, but I talked them out of it. A part of me wish we’d gone back inside, because knowing that Harry was dead was the same as knowing that it was all over. That Voldemort had won.

Neville and other Gryffindor students emerged from the rubble. I paid him no heed, though, as my gaze on the sight could not be repressed.

Voldemort was but a few feet from us. I was not afraid, even though he was holding the Elder Wand in his clutches. I could never be afraid, so long as Draco was with me. I had become numb to the chaos. All I focused on was him.

Nagini, his pet snake was accompanying the Dark Lord. Voldemort looked oh-so smug. As though he was the ruler of the world. Probably because now, he knew he could be. I almost lost it once more as I realize that Hagrid had Harry’s corpse in his clutches. He was dead and unmoving.

“Harry Potter… is dead!” Voldemort cried, raising his hands into the air. Ginny suddenly screamed, trying to run toward Harry. Voldemort cast a spell toward Ginny, sending her flying back into Ron and Hermione. “Silence! Stupid girl… Harry Potter is dead.” He began strolling toward her. I was shaking in my boots, fearing for the worst. “From this day forward, you put your faith in me.”

Silence fell over the courtyard. “Harry Potter is dead!” he cheered once more. The Death Eaters erupted in cruel laughter and claps. Voldemort looked jubilant. 

I wrapped my arms around Draco’s torso. My lips quivered, and I tried to compose myself. Draco petted my hair, hushing me. I could tell he was terrified.

Voldemort held out his arms toward the Hogwarts students. “And now is the time to declare yourselves with us. Or not.”

Lucius suddenly called for Draco, beckoning him forward. Draco nudged me, steeling his expression. He pushed me aside and walked toward Voldemort. I followed him. I would always follow him. I knew that the Hogwarts students thought less of me as I did so. But I did not care. Draco was what was important now that Harry was dead.

Voldemort looked pleased as we emerged from the crowd. He opened his arms wide to us. Draco grabbed my hand. His entire body was shaking. 

“Ah! Well done, Draco, Y/n. Well done.” He enveloped us both in a cold, loose hug, his scales hands patting our backs. “I have something to return to you, young Y/n.” From his pocket, he withdrew my wand. 

I nodded my head as thanks. Draco tugged me over to the Death Eaters. Lucius pulled us over. Narcissa wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held me close. Some tears escaped. Draco wiped them away carefully.

Neville began hobbling forward. Voldemort rudely remarked,” Well, I must say, I was hoping for better.” The crowd erupted in laughter. But not us. “And who might you be, young man?”

“Neville Longbottom.”

More laughter. I covered my ears with my hands. Narcissa shushed and cradled me.

“Well, Neville, I’m sure we can find a place for you in our ranks.”

“I’d like to say something,” he exclaimed.

I noticed how tense Voldemort became. “Well, Neville, I’m sure we’d all be fascinated to hear what you have to say.”

“Doesn’t matter that Harry’s gone. People die here every day! Friends, family… Yeah. We lost harry tonight. But he’s still with us. In here!” He motioned to his heart. I noticed that Voldemort had raised his wand. “So is Fred. Remus. Tonks. All of them. They didn’t die in vain.” He bravely turned to Voldemort. “But you will. Because you’re wrong! Harry’s heart does beat for us! For all of us! It’s not over!”

He unsheathed a sword. Suddenly, Harry’s corpse fell on the ground. But then I realized - it was no corpse. He truly was alive. He was resurrected!

I realized that Voldemort was about to cast a spell on Harry. “Stupefy!” I shrieked, stunning Voldemort. I departed from the crowd, a surge of confidence and bravery blossoming in my bosom. I had to do it. For Harry. For Draco.

Harry stunned Voldemort again. He took off, disappearing behind the courtyard columns. Voldemort moaned in aggravation. Voldemort sent one spell his way; a wave of fire and smoke. However, he veered toward me. 

The world around me seemed to slow.

“Avada…

“Kadavra!” he bellowed. 

I tried my best to refute it, but it was about to hit me. It was oh-so close. I was going to die. 

It was as though my life flashed before my eyes. So many good memories. With friends. With family. With Draco, the love of my life. I let out a scream of terror as my wand clattered to the ground. A large weight fell on me. I thought that it was weight of my heart dropping dead. 

My head hurt. My body ached. Something was on top of me.

Screams and battle roars erupted. But, the weight was suddenly pushed off me. I opened my eyes. Nothing had happened.

Nothing had happened.

I scrambled to my hands and knees. As I connected the dots, from scrapes on my knees to Draco’s limp body. I realized. I screamed. Oh, but the screaming was not enough. I pulled his head onto lap, slapping and twisting his head every which way in hopes he would wake up. 

The war was raging around me. I knew we were winning the war. But I did not care. He was dead. I had killed him. I was the reason he was dead. Because I felt the need to be brave, when all I was supposed to do was watch from the sidelines.

Narcissa collapsed beside me, clutching her boy’s hands. She was sobbing so loudly as Lucius cradled her. I could not tell if I was crying. My mouth was open, but I did not know if anything was coming out.

“Please,” I squeaked. “Please wake up!” I continued shaking his body. “Please, Draco, please…”

Narcissa moved to me and held me in her arms. I sobbed into her cloak, the sheer agony unbearable. I noticed Narcissa grab my wand from beside her. I looked up at her crying eyes as she held the wand to my head.

“Bewitching somnum.”

~~~

The Hogwarts train at nine-and-three-quarters was finally pulling up. It horn tooted loudly. My children, two boys and two girls, were saddled up excitedly, some more than others. My husband was beside me, arm wrapped around my shoulders despite the height difference. 

I smiled, sending George a loving wink. Our eldest daughter, Molly, was off to the side, leaning against the cart. She was rather bored, since she knew the runaround by now. She was a fifth year student. She inherited the Weasleys’ red-haired genes.

The next eldest daughter, Luna, also had red hair. She was still in the honeymoon phase with Hogwart, a third year getting ready to join the Quidditch team. She was sprite and athletic, bursting with energy at every finger tip. She inherited some of her father’s playfulness, too.

Right in the middle was Fred. Once again, he had the red hair genetics, but I could often tell from George’s mournful glances that even to this day, he saw the growing resemblance between him and his long, lost brother. Fred was going into his second year.

Last, starting up at Hogwarts this year, was Scorpius. Draco, as long ago as it was we were together, always thought it was a splendid name. And although I wasn’t as outright obvious with my mourning, I wanted something to remember him by. Scorpius was a shy boy. But what sparkled about him was his thin, blonde hair. Somehow, he broke the Weasley mold. 

He looked so very like Draco.

I separated from my husband and leaned over to give Scorpius one last hug and kiss on the forehead. He giggled, saying I was embarrassing him. The train doors opened and students flooded to enter.

George and I bid our children ado. It was lighthearted, as the children were either excited for new possibilities or to meet up with their friends. And although I was the stricter parent out of the two of us - shocker -, I knew better than to keep my kids waiting.

I felt something warm grab my hand. I grinned gently, intertwining my fingers with George’s. I leaned against his shoulder. We watched as our kids disappeared from view, but akin to the other parents, we were waiting to see the train off.

The Battle of Hogwarts was over a decade ago now. And yet, although we never spoke of it, it weighed heavy on our minds to this day. We both knew it. George saw his brother in Fred. And I saw Draco in Scorpius.

George and I had fallen for one another. We were still mourning our losses, but we bonded over shared memories. I had some of Fred, of how he used to shamelessly flirt with me. And although George never had a positive impression of Draco, he was just as respectful. Perhaps the tie it was out of disparity, but not even a year after the incident, we married and set up a magical prank shop. A year after that, the kids started coming. And in between all of that, we truly had fallen in love with each other.

Sometimes I felt bad for still thinking of Draco. Because I truly loved George. And yet, I was always left wondering about the ‘what if’s. The what if of a family with him. A lifetime of the happiness he deserved but never received.

But I was over it now. Mostly. I had a happy family, a loving husband, incredible in-laws, and friendships that have lasted a long time. It was good now. And I’m sure Draco was, too.

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[fic-adict]

Draco x Reader

It's Us Against The World

I've had this hp fiction idea in my head for ages now and couldn't find anything like it so I decided to write my own :D (yes I am that desperate)

Also read on Ao3:

This starts off at the opening dinner scene of Deathly Hallows Pt1 where the muggle sympathizer is killed and Draco fights to hold it together.

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Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

It was the gentle chant she replayed in her head that kept her sane, the rhythmic clatter of the utensils reprising actions over and over dimmed the roaring chaos of her brain. It stiffened her mind to a numbing rhythm, allowing her to remain woefully ignorant to the thunderous bolt of green that zipped past her hands to strike the researcher who now lay limp on the dining table, whose stiff fingers now strayed threateningly close to her plate.

It was another gathering of death eaters and their relatives, another session of Voldemort's' inspirational advocations of cleansing the earth of all muggle-born concluding with yet another corpse gracing their table. This time it was a witch, their own kin, who sprawled lifeless below them. She had believed that muggles and witches could breed and publicly advocated her beliefs, even publishing research to prove that no "contamination of pure blood" had any correlation with decreased wizarding ability. It was what some more conservative speakers of the magistrate argued to be a blasphemous outroar, condemning the inflaming public support that had now inevitably ended more than her career.

And now all y/n could do was stare down at her dish and beg her mind to maintain her nonchalant display as horrors unfolded before her, it took all remaining shreds of sanity and self-control to slice yet another piece of tasteless beef and chew it to groundless mush, to disregard the singed, blooded curls that now danced around her plate.

Ignoring the savage choirs of gratitude to the Dark Lord from her parents and their fellow death eaters chipped at her ability to anchor the stale meal to her stomach, yet her current focus was now derived from urging her body not to hurl but instead forcing her eyes to remain downcast as they had been for the entirety of the event. She battled to restrain the almost uncontrollable will to cast a subtle upwards glance at the boy sitting opposite her knowing exactly what she would be faced with.

His face would have a deathly pale glow, lips pursed to a trembling pale line, eyes welled with unshed tears resulting in bright puffy red lids, arms quaking with efforts of wheezing breaths through the suffocating guilt, fists clenched atop the table, meal untouched, nails digging into the skin of his palms till they broke away crimson.

She'd have to remember to clean them later.

He didn't understand how she did it. He didn't understand how she could act so steadfast and unbothered by the nightmare unravelling itself before them. He couldn't understand her unwavering motions as she picked up yet another piece of meat and placed it to her lips while the corpse of yet another human, one that had been desperate and pleading not seconds ago, dropped with a sickening lifeless thud before them. He didn't understand the unbothered demeanor that surrounded her like a plate of armor, the one that deflected the sickening screams and pleas of all victims that would torture his mind for weeks but prevented her from a single second of flinching unease. He didn't understand how she could seem so detached from all the torment she witnessed but have all that armor fracture and rupture the moment she found seclusion.

Only he knew too well that in the darkest depths of isolation and with complete assurance that nobody else would witness the havoc did she shred apart every raw comprehensible emotion and allow herself an instant where she could break down every feasible sentiment and be oh-so vulnerable. Only in those feeble seconds could they hold each other dream beyond hope that one day this would all be over, that this entrapment is merely a temporary sentence. It was the silent hysterical weeping and quivering and trembling that they allowed themselves to display only to one another that kept them sane just a little while longer. Those were the thoughts racing through his head as fought against the sob racking its way up his throat.

Yet even with so much explanation, Draco still couldn't understand how she manage to hold on to her composure.

It was then that their eyes met. Only for an instantaneous second did she break the rhythm of her motions, fork hovering just below her lips for a single fraction longer. And yet it was all the communication they needed, only a momentary glance at her pale, glassy eyes and he understood the meaning. It was the only indication of a chipping armor, a waxy layer of tears clouding her vision and a silent appeal to urge him to start his meal and avoid any deriving suspicion.

And so that's what he did. With trembling motions, he unclenched his palms which came away crimson, and mirrored her every action to perfection.

Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

And silently he understood. 

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[siennafrxst]

↳ forbidden love 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚

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

pairing: draco malfoy x female muggle gryffindor reader

universe: harry potter

cw: angst

word count: 930 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, she blurt it out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[shitdoodler]

I hate this so much

#i hate harry potter #Ron is such a sissy #Hermione is the only with common sense and a self insert #Draco is such a jerk. #Harry try to be a self insert but fails. #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #draco malfoy #ron x draco is a god damn shit i hate it so much. #Ron and Draco wiiiii #i love these stupid britishass guys so much #ron x draco #woooooo #i hate the quality of this screenshot

[steezywrites]

The Crown of the Morally Grey

Part 1.

Hellooooo this is part 1/?. It’ll be a lengthy multi multi part fic I will be posting on AO3-user name Killaprevail-as well. This part is 1649 words long and it’s only the beginning. Eventually, it will be Y/N X Draco. Swearing, later parts will include violence, lots of angst, but for now swearing is the only warning! I won’t be doing any smut in this sorry!

Y/N IS NOT A “HERO” IN THIS

Severus Snape ! Daughter Y/N

Enjoy!✨

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Spinners End wasn't the nicest place, and the house at the end of the street wasn't any different. The small home could be seen as rather depressing, the furniture old and desaturated in color. For most of the year, the house would sit quiet, leather bound books collecting dust in silence. Now though, the furniture had all been dusted, curtains drawn back to let in some light. It was another exceptionally grey day, but for once, the house was anything but quiet.

“Why do I have to participate?”

“I already told you why.”

“I don’t want any part of this! I’m already stuck in it because of your shit choices, and now you’re making me get even more involved?” The fight between Severus Snape and his sixteen year old daughter had been going on for days. Severus had been out of the house even more than usual, and when he was home it led to a series of questions from the witch until he finally told her the truth.

Severus Snape was a double agent and Y/N had no say it in.

“I need your help in this. Dumbledore asked specifically-“

“Fuck Dumbledore. Lots of help he’s been, it’s fucking fantastic never having a father who’s never around because the old git is helping him commit suicide.”

“Y/N you will not talk about Albus that way.”

“I’ll talk about him however I want. You’ll be killed.”

“No one will find out Y/N.”

“And if they do I’m an orphan and the daughter of a spy. Fucking fantastic!”

Y/N stormed out, slamming her bedroom door shut as she went. The fights had seemed endless lately. She was scared and mad and so tired. Sleep had been a thing of the past ever since she found out about her father. It was impossible to not stare at the clock all night, worried he’d somehow been caught. Sometimes she wished he had just stayed being a Death Eater, at least then she wouldn’t be worried about either side finding out the truth. No, she knew her father wasn’t a double agent for good reasons, but why’d it have to be him? Her participation wouldn’t bother her so much if she had any kind of say in it. In fact, she found what her father was doing to be quite noble, and something she’d been debating on doing for the past year. No one would question if a Slytherin girl had joined Voldemorts side, she’d be welcomed with open arms but Merlin why did her father have to be a part of it?

Her father had also told her about The Order Of the Phoenix, the good guys, whom she would join without hesitation, but the idea that her father could be on the opposite side of her in a hypothetical battle was enough to make her puke. And Dumbledore,-fucking Dumbledore- had specifically asked Severus if she could help. She was the same age as a few kids on the opposing sides, even friends with one. Dumbledore had told her father he just wanted her to watch out for them, make sure they were alright, but she knew the truth; Dumbledore wanted another double agent. Again, it was something she probably would have done, even offered to do if it wasn’t something she had to.

Merlin she wanted to hit something, to pull out her hair and scream. The fantasy of ringing her hands around Voldemort and Dumbledore’s necks came to her before she kicked the closest piece of furniture hard enough to make her wince.

“Stupid fucking-“

“Y/N…” her door opened slowly to reveal her father, his face blank as ever but his eyes showing his concern. Despite how hard he tried, he could never hide his emotions from her.

“Yeah, I’m coming. Give me a second.” Severus nodded and closed the door.

She quickly pulled on a sweater and gave the bedside table she had kicked a glare before heading out to meet her father. The tension in the air was still floating around, but it wasn’t as thick, at least for now.

She had only begun prepping dinner when there was a knock on the door. The Snape household very rarely had visitors, in fact she couldn’t remember the last time they had one. All the information she’d received lately told her that this couldn’t possibly be good. Swallowing her nerves, she went to the front door and opened it.

“Miss Malfoy, what a pleasure. Come on-“ Y/N’s greeting was cut short when she saw who was standing behind the familiar witch; Bellatrix Lestrange.

Definitely not good.

The infamous witch terrified her. Her father never hid the evils of the world from her, and had told her why Bellatrix had gone to Azkaban when news broke that she had gotten out. Bellatrix was even more sadistic than most Deatheaters.

“Come on in, would you like some tea?”

Y/N slipped back into the kitchen as soon as she could, leaving her father to talk to Mrs. Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.

God it’s already starting.

Although she knew her fathers double agent life would start affecting her soon, she didn’t think it would be this early. Bellatrix Lestrange was in her house for fucks sake, Merlin only knows what she could want. She couldn’t help but stare at the door that separated the kitchen and living room, keeping as silent as she could in hopes she could make out any vital information.

Bellatrix didn’t trust Severus, Narcissa did, the Dark Lord had told him something that Bellatrix didn’t think he should know. None of it really surprised her until a familiar name caught her undivided attention.

“You know what the Dark Lord has asked of Draco, he’s just a boy.”

Draco was tied up in all of this?

Of course he was, she should have known better. Everyone knew the Malfoys had ties to Voldemort, especially Lucius Malfoy, and Draco liked to blab him mouth about his father being involved though he never gave details. Was this why he hadn’t been answering her owls since school had gotten out? She’d seen the anxiety in him one the Hogwarts Express on the last day of school. She’d figured it had something to do with his father and the Dark Lord, but she hadn’t imagined Voldemort would ask something of Draco.

“It might be possible for me to help Draco.”

Her fathers words put her in some sort of trance and she found herself bursting back into the living room, causing the three adults to go silent.

“What does he need help with?” She demanded, her eyes on Narcissa and Narcissa only.

“This is no conversation for a child, leave.” Her father said with more emotion in his voice than she’d heard in a long time and she could feel his eyes on her but she didn’t budge.

“I’m the same age as Draco, he’s only a few days younger.”

“This doesn’t concern you, Y/N.”

“Yes it does.” She turned to her father, giving him a determination look to which returned with.

“Severus, the Dark Lord hasn’t approved of-“

“I don’t care, Draco’s my friend. Let me help.”

Narcissa stared back at Y/N, an internal war going on in her eyes. Narcissa was familiar with the young Snape, she’d practically watched her grow up from how often she had come to visit.

“I’m not sure how you could help Y/N.”

“She won’t be. Y/N, leave.”

The anger that struck Y/N was unlike any she had felt in a long time. How could he and Dumbledore request her to watch over the other students but not permit her to help any of them? Especially her friend.

No, Dumbledore would tell me to do this, it’s father who doesn’t want me to.

Dumbledore must also know what Draco had been asked to do, that was probably why he wanted to to watch over him. Perhaps Dumbledore was even more manipulative than she thought. Despite her anger towards the older wizard, this was one of his motives she agreed with and wasn’t going to let go of. Even if she had never gotten asked to do anything, she would have noticed something was up with Draco and watched over him anyway. There had been many times Y/N had been the person Draco vented to, and many times they had both either accompanied eachother in a comforting silence or forced whatever was wrong out, even what one time Y/N had to smack him to put his head back on straight.

“If she wants to help, let her.” Bellatrix finally said, a wicked grin on her lips as she began to walk towards Y/N.

“What better way to prove your loyalty to the Dark Lord than your own daughter helping Draco fulfill his role?” The laugh that threatened to fall from Bellatrix’s lips made Y/Ns blood run cold, but she continued to stare straight at Narcissa, waiting.

“Y/N I can’t ask you to-“

“I’m not asking, and I’ll do it with or without your permission.”

Her fathers hand on her shoulder caught her off guard momentarily, breaking her stare and turning her head to look at him. He nodded only enough for her to see and stepped forward.

“We will help Draco.”

“Swear to it.” Bellatrix demanded. “Make the unbreakable vow.” Her voice came out somewhere between a whisper and a hiss. She had began to approach both the Snapes.

“It’s just empty words. They’ll give it their best effort but when it matters most, Severus will slither back into the hole, coward.” Bellatrix had circled them before walking back over to Narcissa. Y/N glared daggers at the unhinged witch anger replacing any amount of former fear, and she stepped toward Bellatrix who’s wicked grin reappeared.

“Take out your wand.”

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[the-real-milo]

blog overview

hey y’all! my name is milo and i’m a college student / writer :)

open to fanfic writing requests! all the fandoms i write for are mentioned in the masterlist 

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also, i'm currently a student studying at uni, paying college student money. if you're able to spare anything, please consider donating to my ko-fi! I'm also working on settting up ko-fi commissions, so stay tuned for that and let me know if you have something in mind!

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[skiitter]

I just got a fucking tumblr ad for a fucking Draco Malfoy character chat AI. This is exactly what the fuck people are talking about when we say AI scrubs fic. It was literally tagged “Draco x reader” like??? This is so god damn dystopian. Stop fucking using chatbots to act out your weird fantasies I beg of you. Just write shameless self insert fic in google docs like the rest of the god damn fandom population.

#this is wretched #fandom being popularized and turned into this branch of capitalism is fucked #I hate it here I seriously fucking hate it here #AI is a detriment and a plague

[love-kurdt]

How to Write a Good Fanfiction: A 5 Step Manual

Hello! My name is @love_kurdt, also known as Eva, and I’m a Wattpad Veteran of the early 2010s, where the genres of Slash Fics, Y/N, and Imagines ran rampant. I spent years of my life as a kid scrolling through my iPod touch, weeding through Wattpad’s plethora of profiles, on a quest to find quality fanfictions. I found a handful, which I added to a specific reading list to come back to when I needed a break from screaming into my pillow because of the sheer audacity of thought-criminals who called themselves writers.

When I’d reached the point of reading the same five works over and over in a never ending cycle, I decided to make the life-altering decision to start publishing my fanfictions online. Granted, I was only thirteen at this point, so my writing wasn’t spectacular by any means, but I came to discover that over time, the mere acts of reading and writing can light a spark of inspiration that can carry you to creative success.

I’ve been writing my own works for over ten years now, and can confidently say that I have cracked the code to writing a good fanfiction that will have your readers captivated instead of cringing. Please don’t get me wrong– if you want to just write fanfic on the internet for fun, and not to write a novel, that’s great, too! That’s what the internet is for; exercising your free will. But this manual is tailored towards those who want to hone in on their craft and gain a substantial following as strictly fanfiction authors. So without further ado, let’s jump into it. Godspeed!

Step 1: Choose Your Fandom

What show, movie, or book has drawn you in and left you feeling like there should be more to the story? When one of those media comes to mind, you’ve chosen your fandom!

Step 2: Do Your Research

When writing fanfiction, it’s kind of an unspoken rule that you need to know the canon of the fandom you’re writing about. The canon is also known as the source material. For example, if someone were to write a Draco Malfoy x OC fanfiction (*cough* a 200+ page Draco Malfoy self insert fic written at 11 years old in a series of notebooks bound together with multiple layers of Gorilla tape *cough*), the canon would be the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. It’s, in essence, what “really” happened. It’s totally fine if you want to write a non-canon compliant fic, too! In fact, they’re extremely popular, specifically within the “fix-it” genre, which usually involves characters that died in the canon but the author kept alive in their fanfiction. Either way, you should have a general idea of how the canon functions within the context of the fandom, so you can make creative choices that diverge from or stick to the canon.

With the canon comes the fanon, which is basically a compilation of fan theories and headcanons that are often common themes in both canon and non-canon compliant fanfics. A pretty niche example of this is the Byler fandom (the ship between Stranger Things characters Will Byers and Mike Wheeler), where there’s an official list of theories on Tumblr that are used in many, if not most Byler fanfictions. There’s FlickerGate, where the flickering of the garage light in Season 1 is actually Will and Mike in the Upside Down in Season 5. There’s BirthdayGate, where the antagonist, Vecna, manipulates the minds of everyone in Hawkins to forget Will’s birthday, which is a central plot point in a lot of Byler fics since no one seems to remember it, not even his best friend. There’s also LetterGate, where Will confronts Mike in the canon about not sending any letters after he’d moved away, but the theory reveals that Mike wrote plenty of letters– he just never sent them because they ended up turning into love letters, which in turn resulted in internalized homophobia. You get the picture. Most theories reach far into the land of delusion, but it doesn’t stop writers from creating incredible work that could easily be mistaken for a script.

But Eva, what if I just think the characters are hot and I don’t give a shit about the cannonball? I can’t tell you what to do, my friend, but I highly suggest you at least consider the canon so you can avoid all the petty, obnoxious gatekeepers in some fandoms who can be unhinged enough to send death threats if you leave out a significant canonical detail. But you do you!

Step 3: Choose Your Platform

There are three popular platforms to choose from: Archive of Our Own (ao3), Tumblr, and Wattpad. There are also a few other lesser known or dead pages such as fanfiction.net, but I honestly wouldn’t bother with those, since they’re more infiltrated with anons and bots nowadays.

This is where you want to think about 1) where most of the members in the fandom you chose reside, and 2) the demographic of readers you want to reach. For example, I observed a higher number of Nirvana fans on Wattpad than the other two platforms, which is why I chose to post my full length Kurt Cobain fanfiction, “You Know You’re Right,” on there. It also helped that my favorite author of another Kurt Cobain fanfiction on Wattpad, @/ugh-nirvana, had hits in the hundreds of thousands, so I was confident that my book would do well on that specific platform. On the other hand, the Stranger Things fandom is in full swing on Tumblr and ao3, so I chose to post those fanfictions on there rather than on Wattpad. It all just depends on who’s where.

You also have to consider how active you want to be on your platform(s). Tumblr is more of a blog situation, while ao3 and Wattpad are solely for publishing the work. If you want to have a life beyond the realms of the world wide web, choose Wattpad or ao3, as inconsistent updates are a bit more accepted than on Tumblr. But if you want to throw yourself headfirst into a fandom and put your whole author-ussy into your fanfic, then Tumblr is the platform for you.

You should be aware, however, that Tumblr involves a lot of upkeep, as well as constant, strategic, and active participation within your fandom. Visual aesthetic is vital to any functional Tumblr blog. Most profiles have directories, with color coded links to each work’s homepage, which is linked to each individual chapter, which are then distinguished by a unique GIF to capture a prospective reader’s attention while they’re scrolling through copious amounts of content. And there are always new ideas and theories in development in certain fandoms, so it’s crucial to keep up with recent updates in order to stay relevant.

After all is said and done, you don’t have to get married to one platform for the rest of your life. You can choose to be exclusive to one or two platforms, or publish everything on all of them! The decision is ultimately yours!

Step 4: Obey the Writer’s Trifecta of Consistency

Yes, I came up with this term, and yes, it should be a real thing. Because in every piece of writing, whether it be fanfiction, a short story, an actual book, a screenplay, what have you, it is critical to be consistent in your People, your POV, and your Plot. Let me explain.

People

Your people, or your ensemble of characters, consists of three hierarchical levels: your protagonist/antagonist, your side characters, and other background characters. I should emphasize the importance of building character profiles for everyone, including your pre-existing characters from the fandom, but specifically for your original character(s) if you have them. That way, you know who serves as a major plot device, who serves as someone who just helps time move faster, and those who are mentioned by name but have very little significance to the events of the story. I’m going to reference Harry Potter again, since most of the world is familiar with the characters. Harry and Voldemort are the protagonist and antagonist; Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Professor Dumbledore, Hagrid and company are side characters; and Peeves, Seamus Finnigan, and Blaise Zabini are background characters. Keep this hierarchy in check; don’t let your main characters fade away, and don’t let your background characters shift to the forefront for no reason. If you do plan to move a character up or down the ladder, make sure to have clear motive as to why you’re bringing this character into or out of play.

2. POV

Your POV is the point of view in which you’re writing from. Assuming you’ve been in a typical middle school English class, you’ve heard of the first, second, and third person points of view. I cannot tell you how many times I have read fanfictions that jump from one POV to another, sometimes within the same sentence. I open the door and see Kurt Cobain standing in the corner of the room. She walked across the floor to meet him there. See what I did there? I jumped from first person present tense to third person past tense. Do not attempt this at home.

The least common of the three points of view is the second person, or what I like to call the Y/N point of view. In fanfiction, second person POV is often used in self-insert fics, where instead of a character’s name, it’s replaced with “you.” That’s why a lot of romantic character x reader fics are so popular. You should feel free to use this one, especially if that’s the kind of vibe you’re going for, but I’m going to elaborate a little bit more on first and third person, as they’re a bit more “literary.”

The first person POV confines the narration to the mind of one character. It can also be done with multiple characters, but be sure to do it so it’s painstakingly obvious to the reader whose POV you’re writing from. Also note that if you plan to write multiple first person POVs, try to keep that number on the lower side, as a large number of POVs can get really complicated really quickly. Third person narration can be done from two angles: limited or omniscient. Limited is more similar to first person, in which you’re confined to one person’s viewpoint, but they aren’t the narrator; you’re just seeing the story through their eyes. Omniscient is my favorite, because you can narrate from a bird’s eye view with the freedom to travel from mind to mind and read their thoughts.

Building character profiles can be really helpful when developing both first or third person POV; if you connect with a particular character more strongly than the rest, that should tell you whose POV you should write in. If you choose to switch POVs, be sure to do it either on an alternating/rotating basis, or if you repeat, it should be apparent as to why that particular character is the “voice” of that scene.

3. Plot

Dare I say that Plot is the most important step of them all, so do not skip this one, whatever you do! The biggest mistake most fanfiction writers make is having a concept but lacking a plot. It’s like biting into an apple just to discover it’s a lemon. Many writers are capable of starting off strong, but once their initial story begins to meander, traveling into uncharted territory, their brainchild can become a monstrosity.

In order to write a solid plot, it’s pretty common knowledge that you need to have a beginning, middle, and end in place. It doesn’t need to be overly specific or down to the last detail, you just need to figure out how your characters make it from point A to point Z (the larger scale), and how points B through Y factor into the plot (the smaller scale). There are a few routes that you can take in order to do this: you can write the entire thing ahead of time without any input, you can write the entire thing with the feedback of a beta reader or proofreader to help you work out any kinks or mistakes before you publish it for the entire platform to see, or you can publish it gradually and take feedback from your readers as you go. Should you go with the last option, though, you should be made aware that if you aren’t already an established author, it may feel like you’re talking to a wall, and you will likely feel discouraged from writing the story altogether.

I find it helpful to outline the whole thing. I have a closet door in my house dedicated to a Dave Grohl true crime fanfiction I’m working on. I’ve written the entire story from beginning to end on index cards, split into four different parts with each card representing a chapter. What’s good about outlining is that I can edit my story as I go along. If I decide to change something, I can add or remove an index card, then replace or rearrange the other index cards to work around the change I made, and that way, I don’t have to start over from scratch. It’s helpful to see everything laid out in front of me, so I’m not left at the end of a completely improvised plot with a slew of loose ends that I’ll need to go back and edit. It’s also better than publishing each part individually then having to redo everything after your readers have already seen it. And I don’t know about you, but I enjoy it when I’m able to save some time, energy, and lengthy explanations to random people online. That is, unless you enjoy constant feedback from readers, in which case you can change the plot on a chapter by chapter basis based on their feedback.

Consistency in all of these respects is key. I cannot emphasize this enough. Keeping all of these elements in check will help you create a sort of cohesiveness that will neatly wrap the story up with a little bow on top. 

Step 5: Use Relevant Tags and Content Warnings

Repeat after me: tags matter! Again: tags matter! When you’re about to publish your fanfiction, you’re going to be given the option to add tags to your work. For my first few years spent on Wattpad, I had no idea what tags were, so I didn’t use them. Thankfully, the platform was still pretty small, so people still found my work pretty easily. Nowadays, though, it’s nearly impossible to find what you’re looking for without searching excessively specific tags and using a million filters. It’s unfortunate, but look at it this way: there are so many people contributing to so many fandoms that the content is seemingly endless!

What you’re going to want to do is add as many tags as you can but keep it as simple as possible. I know that sounds kind of oxymoronic, but I mean it in a way that all of your tags relate directly to your story, and not just to the fandom itself. A lot of readers feel misled when they’re scrolling through their filtered search page for, let’s just say, a Byler fanfic, and end up neck deep in a Mileven fanfic in disguise. That’s not a fun experience.

Lastly, please remember that you are publishing your work on the internet, and you don’t know who may encounter your work! Listen, we live in a world where everything needs to be overexplained, everything needs trigger warnings, and everything needs to be neutral or else someone is going to hate you. I get it. I’ve been writing fanfiction for a long time. It might be annoying to add content warnings, especially if one of those warnings spoils a major plotline, but if I’m being honest, I’d rather be safe and add the damn warning than not add the warning and be responsible for someone’s worsened emotional or mental state. Bottom line, it’s just fanfiction! Let’s do our due diligence to create a community full of love and understanding for everyone!

After that, you should be all set to publish! Let’s review one more time for the road:

Choose Your Fandom

Do Your Research

Choose Your Platform

Obey the Writer’s Trifecta of Consistency

Use Relevant Tags and Content Warnings

If you’ve stuck around for this long, thank you so much!

I hope this manual helps you along your fanfiction writing journey, wherever it takes you <3

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #female writers #fanfiction #wattpad #ao3 #stranger things fic #byler fic #creative writing #ao3 writer

[ephemerabanter]

Fanfic Preferences

Ephemera Snape

I've been reading fanfiction for about twenty years now, writing it for a few years, and have developed some very specific preferences for sure. In case anyone wishes to know, or simply for the sake of being polarizing, here they are:

➡➡➡ Likes!

Unresolved Sexual Tension

First Time

Keeping things close to canon

Canon characters or well-done x reader

Hate!sex

Enemies to Lovers

Enemies to Enemies-who-are-fucking (voluntarily or involuntarily)

Hurt/Comfort

Angst

Seduction

Coercion

Power imbalance

Mind fuckery

Interpersonal tension and conflict in general

➡➡➡ Dislikes

Off the wall AUs (think "you have a cavity and Draco Malfoy is your dentist" type stuff)

Modern AUs

The good ol' "so and so is a stripper or prostitute" thing

Fluff

Excessively verbose or flowery language. Get to the point.

Established Relationship 🤢

Crossovers

Using Y/N or "MC" in the fic itself

OFCs in general (some exceptions but usually these seem like self-inserts by another name)

"Preparing" for sex with fingers. (Stretching)

Guys facing each other while fucking

Virtue-signaling (unnecessarily aged up characters, et cetera)

Cum being described as "salty." Have you ever tasted cum, bitch?

Smut that drops you right into the middle of a sex scene with absolutely no preamble.

Smut using excessively porny terms and concepts ("c*mslut," "f*cktoy," that kinda thing)

Tropes like A/B/O, character is this or that creature, et cetera

Any portrayals too far removed from canon 😓

Heterosexual anal sex (although I have written and will continue to write it when in character*)

Over-focus on female orgasm (everybody apparently comes from everything and that's stupid)

Not to go too far into my sexual preferences here but I really can't read anything really over-the-top, BDSM themes or otherwise

Newspeak such as "p-in-v"

*I don't personally enjoy everything I write. Sometimes something just works.

#smut writer #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic tropes #archive of our own #ao3 #ao3 writer #fanfic writer #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #harry potter fanfic #hogwarts legacy smut

[venuslore]

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐐𝐒.

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖.

please be mindful that this blog contains nsfw content only intended for those over the age of eighteen. any and all minors who view this blog are responsible for their own media consumption. that being said, for your safety, and mine, if you are a minor, you are prohibited from interacting with any content that is not sfw. if you do, you will be blocked.

𖥔 before sending anything in please make sure to check over this post and that your request follows the criteria provided below. if you are unsure about something, feel free to message and ask me.

𖥔 i will accept anything for any of the characters listed below, unless specified otherwise. italic characters are my favourite to write for and are more likely for me to post.

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑?

𖥔 stranger things ; steve harrington, robin buckley, eddie munson, steve x reader x eddie.

𖥔 outer banks ; jj maybank, rafe camero, sarah cameron.

𖥔 the hunger games ; coriolanus snow, finnick odair, peeta mellark.

𖥔 the summer i turned pretty ; conrad fisher, jeremiah fisher.

𖥔 the wizarding world ; ron weasley, draco malfoy, sebastian sallow.

𖥔 miscellaneous ; astarion ancunin, cole walter, joel miller, peter parker, poe dameron, walter mckey.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄.

𖥔 all requests will be in the form of blurbs.

𖥔 reader inserts only (fem!reader, plus size and poc friendly)

𖥔 fluff (ex : cute dates, finally saying 'i love you' )

𖥔 angst (ex : break-ups, suspected cheating, fighting )

𖥔 smut for certain characters ( ex : consensual, oral, handjobs, p in v, threesomes, breeding, scissoring, dom/sub, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgasm control, warming )

𖥔 tropes (ex : best friends to lovers, enemies to lovers)

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄.

𖥔 certain reader inserts ( male!reader, sick!reader )

𖥔 sensitive topics ( ex : abortion, self-harm, mental health issues, physical/mental/sexual abuse )

𖥔 smut ( non-consensual, age play, race play, sadism/masochism, bondage, incest, pedophelia, age regression, ddl, anything to do with feet )

[bohemian-nights]

I'm a not a huge fan of Daemon, for me the only cool things about him are his sword and dragon. A few days ago I tried to read some Daemon x reader fanfics just to see how it is and you know, maybe there is something about him that isn't...messed up. But It was exactly what I thought for the most part. It was mostly just D**myra x reader oneshots or Daemon x niece! reader fics. But I wasn't at all prepared for romantic Daemon x daughter!reader stuff and....that was just beyond weird. I can't describe it. I can't fathom how anyone can write such a thing even if it's fictional. There was also a romantic Daemyra x daughter! reader fic....this fandom is getting worse every day. The fact that it was smut just made me completely lose any interest in his character.

The state of Daemon’s fics is not that great. I had to start creating my own because they by in large just weren’t inclusive🙃(even the ones that aren’t incest, and there is still a way to make incest inclusive, have a white reader in mind, but that’s the case with most fandoms).

That being said, I may rag on this man, and I do love to read other people raging on him, but I do genuinely love Daemon Targaryen(he’s the whole reason I started writing fanfiction), I have written Daemon x niece!reader fanfic, and I’m about to start writing Daemon with one(or both) of his daughters…

As a self-proclaimed Daemon stan, he’s the type of character who you either love or you hate.

He is admittedly a psycho(well his show! counterpart has been shown in not the best light and that’s what most of these fics are based on), but he’s got charisma. He’s charming. He has this dark aura about him and there is something so alluring about that darkness.

I mean think of all the other fictional bad boys that have a large fanbase or massive appeal because of their dark and brooding ways. In recent years you’ve got Draco Malfoy, Prince Zuko, Edward Cullen, The Darkling, Namor, Massimo from 365 Days, and Kylo Ren(and now Daemon and Aemond). Go even further back and you have characters like Mr. Rochester from Jane Eyre and the Beast from Beauty and the Beast.

These guys are not “good guys” by any stretch of the imagination. Most of them are terrible people(or at least unpleasant) who in real life you should probably avoid. However, their darkness is appealing, and at the center of most of these stories is a woman who has captured this beastly man’s attention and love(and has changed him in a way).

Now as far as his “fanbase”(they are by and large Dumbnyra stans which is why I stay on my island 🏝️ now) leaning into the whole incest /blood supremacy theme, yeah a lot of it is low-key creepy. I may be hypocritical saying it, but the way they do it doesn’t seem normal especially when you take into account how they treat certain characters like Nettles(who is the one who changes him in canon, but they dislike her and want to acknowledge her importance to him due to her not looking like them😙).

I’ll leave it off by saying if you dislike Daemon most of his fics aren’t going to make you like him because of the nature of the content. No one is trying to show him in a good light. His appeal is in the fact that he’s this powerful temperamental brute of a man that their chosen self-insert (s) “tames”🤷🏽‍♀️

#bnasks #bnask #the state of daemons fandom #this is more than you asked for #sorry 😭 #daemon targaryen

[fic-adict]

Draco x Reader

It's Us Against The World

Ch.2

Read Pt.1 here

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She found him in the bathroom. Bent over the toilet seat, emptying the remainder of dinner from his stomach. Y/n crouched down on the floor beside him, leaning against the sink and gently began rubbing small circles on his back. The rhythmic motions eventually nulled the tension at his shoulders and Draco felt himself relax, allowing the delicate movements to ease away the remaining stress.

This wasn't an uncommon occurrence, one of them hunched over, mentally withdrawing from the latest traumatic event while the other tries to coax in what little comfort they could offer. Not to say that this was the foundation of all their interactions, but it was a comfort knowing that there was an anchor, as damaged and rusted as the other, ready to ground you back. Once y/n was sure that there was nothing else for his stomach to dispose of, she gently urged Draco to sit on the bathtub ledge and began dabbing at his mouth with a damp washcloth.

"Feeling better now?" she questioned, tilting his face towards her own to get a better angle.

Her answer was a small, silent nod. He now seemed intent on gazing at her, trailing after her eyes as she pretended to focus on wiping away the residue at the corners of his mouth and not the way she felt his arms tremble beneath her. Draco always tended to become somewhat disconnected from his surrounding whenever one of these ordeals came to pass. It was as if his mind was in a haze, forcing everything to fade out to the background while it picked up the pieces. That often lead to some out-of-character behaviors slipping through.

Draco reached for the hand on his cheek and guided it to drop the cloth before bringing it back to cup his face, letting out a short satisfied hum as he pressed against her palms and closed his eyes.

It wasn't as if physical contact was unusual between them, they'd held each other before, bumped shoulders and let hands brush and linger. Often when gathered around for another of the Dark Lord's parades and developments became a little too overwhelming, where the only real sense of security they craved could come from one another, resulting in substitute touches under tables or held hands hidden behind backs. Y/n knew that in those moments it was comfort he craved, his subconscious allowing him to be much more forward with his emotions than he'd probably like to admit in a more sober state. She always reciprocated, encouraged him even to let out long agitated rants or voice otherwise contained horrors providing whatever sort of physical closeness necessary, crouching next to each other shoulder to shoulder or squeezing their interlocking hands in support. But whenever his actions boarded on affectionate she always froze solid, the intimate gestures alien compared to the arms-length affection received by all others. It caused her to shut down momentarily, appearing stoic and unfeeling when in reality she was honestly struggling to register the foreign situation. And somehow having a naturally cold demeanor due to a neglectful childhood socialization didn't aid her situation.

Despite that, y/n continued to follow his movements as his thumb stroked her wrist, then shifted his face slightly to press a kiss onto her palm. It was at that moment that Draco became seemingly aware of his actions, eyes suddenly shooting open, panic filling his features as his vision flickered between their hands and her nonchalant expression. Y/n's unbothered façade only seemed to heighten his embarrassment at being caught up in yet another unintentional affection, again. She smiled as his cheeks grew pink, able to feel the heat radiating onto her fingers as her palm remained pressed against his lips. He carefully pried his face from her hand, letting it hover in the air between them for a second, unsure of how to de-escalate the humiliating situation he'd placed himself in.

It was always entertaining to watch Draco grow flustered after another embarrassing episode, his usually sarcastic demeanor buried underneath blushes and mountains of apologies. But this time he stared down at the floor, allowing the mortification to sweep over him.

One method of reducing his self-conscious state was countering it with her own roundabout affection which always seemed to work wonders as her actions equally balanced out his humiliation. So with that, y/n brought his still interlocked hand to her lips and pressed a firm kiss all the while training her eyes onto his own for what felt like an hour compressed to a single second. The raging flame that now re-graced his startled expression caused y/n to practically grin against the kiss, endlessly entertained by the spectrum of crimson he always seemed to have on display. Draco opened his mouth to say something but no coherent letter formation seemed to pass through the air between them and so he promptly decided on closing it again.

Y/n steadily raised her head and nonchalantly reached to pick up the disinfectant sitting above the sink next to them and started dabbing at the dried blood that had caked to form little crescent moons on his now open palm that she still held, continuing to patch him up as though Thor's thunderous equivalence of electrifying tension hadn't just passed between them.

"It's just a little friendly affection" she reasoned, deciding to be the first to break the all encompassing silence, and grant him what she belied to be some relief to his humiliation. Y/n's entertainment relied heavily on Draco's widely reverting reactions. However it was more of a personal mission for y/n to try derail him from spiraling down into a depressive episode after an uneventful evening with the other members, a wave of relief and a sense of stability always followed once she saw Draco start to gradually shift back to his usual character.

"Might no seem so platonic if someone were to walk through" He muttered.

She paused her motions for a second, his unusual commentary breaking her out of her internal monologuing session. She had expected him to jump onto her good natured teasing and attempt to counter it with his own. However much to y/n's obliviousness it seemed now that he was nudging for something else between their blurred limits of friendship but naturally instead of picking up on these subtle hints which had recently become much less subtle he realized, she decided to lean back in to their usual teasing banter.

"I wont tell if you don't"

".....deal" was all he could seem to muster after several beats of silence, the air thick with the humidifying tension of words unspoken, that and the steam that had been gradually building up from his bouts of fiery blushes.

He finally turned his head away to face the casement windows beside them and rested his chin onto (his own) palm, fighting to control the fresh shade of cherry flaming his ears.

So much for roundabout affections.

#draco #malfoy #draco malfoy #slytherin #reader #y/n #self insert #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #harry potter #hp #hp fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #slytherin reader #draco fluff #draco malfoy fluff #draco angst #draco malfoy angst #draco comfort #draco malfoy comfort