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sailtomarina · 7 months

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Mare of Desire

cw: smut, sex pollen

“Granger, are you sure we should be out here?”

She ignored his question and tugged on Draco’s hand insistently, leading him into the darkness. He nearly stumbled on a tree root in her haste. He didn’t fancy falling flat on his face in front of the girl he’d just convinced to take his bid for friendship seriously.

“Granger, slow down.”

She spun around with a huff and smacked him on his chest.

“Ow!” Draco rubbed at the spot where she’d hit him. Why was she always hitting him?

“Oh, stuff it, Malfoy. I didn’t hit you that hard.” She smirked at the wounded look he gave her and he wondered for the millionth time why he liked this witch. She was violent. She was mouthy. She made him want to tear his hair out.

He also desperately wanted to snog her until she couldn’t breathe, until she slumped in his arms and he swept her up and dragged her straight into his bed.

First thing’s first.

“Where are you taking us?”

“Trust me?” The smirk remained, but her eyes had relaxed as she searched his eyes and waited.

“Against my better judgment, yes.”

The tiny uptick of her lips widened into a grin that on any other face might be labeled evil. Granger made it look inviting. “Then let’s go.”

Her hand tightened on his and she took off again at a more measured pace. They pressed deeper into the Forbidden Forest, and Draco tried to ignore the coldness creeping across his skin, tendrils winding their way beneath the collar of his shirt and curling into his hair. They were legally adults now. The centaurs would be well within their rights to treat them accordingly if they caught them, students or not.

He tried to focus instead of the girl in front of him. Her ponytail bobbed along as she pressed forward, curls bouncing, almost inviting him to touch them. She kept up a steady hike like she’d been wandering forests all her life. Draco considered himself fit enough with Quidditch, despite the past couple of years without, but even he was feeling a tad winded from their nonstop stride.

Just as he opened his mouth to ask her where she got all her energy from, she slowed down.

“I think it’s just up ahead.”

Draco peered past the surrounding gloom towards the soft glow beyond the small hill in their path.

“What is that?”

He only received a gentle squeeze on his hand in response. Hermione proceeded much more cautiously than she had first the bulk of their journey. Interestingly, the fear that had threatened to wrap him in a chilly embrace had abated. He wouldn’t say that he was warm, exactly, but he did feel strangely drawn to the light ahead of them.

They both gasped the moment they crested the incline. Before them sprawled a small, moonlit glade throughout which a field of dark purple flowers Draco had never before seen grew and cast a lilac glow all around them.

“They’re more beautiful than I expected,” Hermione breathed, voice reverent in her awe.

“How did you know about this place? What are these?” As stunned as Draco was at the sight, he couldn’t shake the caution that warned him that they did not belong. As a Potions Master, his godfather had instilled in Draco a healthy respect for plant life, most especially unknown flora.

“Luna found it.”

That revelation did little to assuage Draco’s wariness. It did the opposite. He backed up a few steps, and since Granger still held his hand in hers, she looked back startled at his retreat.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t think we should be here.” Was it just him, or did the flower heads seem to all turn their direction as if watching? He shuddered at the horrible notion.

“You said you trust me, right?”

His eyes snapped back towards hers. All teasing was gone. In its place was genuine concern. She bit her lip as she waited for his reply, and he couldn’t stop himself from licking his own.

“Yeah.”

“Then keep on trusting me,” she murmured, brows rising high on her forehead in a plea.

Without any further protest, he followed her straight into the purple haze. The flowers along the path seemed to part and accept the humans who thought themselves safe. Neither Draco or Hermione brushed the petals that arced away even as wizard and witch continued their climb.

“Here we are.” She came to a stop in front of one of the mysterious plants. Unlike the others, with their vibrant violet petals, this one was so dark and swollen it might have been identified as a poisonous variety. Rather than drop Draco’s hand, Hermione turned to beckon him forward next to her. “I’ll cut it. Try to catch it without moving it too much. Keep it upright.”

He nodded his understanding and raised his free hand to hover in preparation. One severing charm later, and the bud landed softly in the palm of his hand.

“Gently now,” she breathed, watching him as he pulled their spoils closer. “One moment…”

She fumbled at her bag. While she did so, Draco found himself leaning forward. Why had she been so particular about the flower’s handling? His head bent as his wrist tipped, nose brushing against the opening. There was a fleeting fragrance, one he hadn’t noticed before somehow, even surrounded as they were.

Herimone popped back upright, jar in hand. “Here we are—Draco, no!”

He inhaled deeply, heady with a perfume both alien and altogether too familiar. Salty, tangy, sweet, fleeting, all-encompassing—

His nose was almost buried within the opening, pressed up against the stigma and its surrounding stamen. A painful grip on the back of his head yanked him backwards, sending a cloud of yellow pollen into the air around them.

Of course, Hermione breathed in as she opened her mouth to no doubt yell at him for his stupidity. The tight strain on his strands loosened, and she shuddered in place as she, too, inhaled deeply a second time. They stood there, sucking in lungfuls of pollen-filled air like a couple of addicts.

It could have been mere minutes, or hours. They were never sure. When they came to their senses, the moon still hung in the sky, the flowers around them still gave off their light, but the black specimen for which she had searched through the entire field hung limp in Draco’s fist, lacking its original turgidity.

“I’m sorry, I have no idea what came over me—” Draco turned to face her in his apology, but froze the instant their eyes connected.

Whatever caused the other flowers to glow seemed to now affect Granger, the same lilac shade radiating off her pale skin.

“Draco…you’re glowing…” she whispered.

He’d look down at himself, but found he couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers. Now that they stood close, noses brushing against one another in their inspection, he could see gold flecks throughout irises he’d once thought only dark brown. Thick lashes blinked, and he mimicked her action.

“I feel…strange.”

“Me too.”

They whispered to one another as if afraid someone would overhear them, but of course they were all alone in their glade.

“What was that flower?” His lips hovered over her own. He wasn’t quite touching.

“A Mare of Delight.” Her tiny puffs of air teased him. “It’s a—”

“Powerful aphrodisiac. It’s a myth,” he finished for her. He’d heard the stories. The boys always liked to toss back and forth what ifs about the legendary plant. WIthout even thinking about it, his hands slid into her hair, tugging her head back so he arched over her like a predator about to devour its prey.

“It’s not a myth.” Fingers grasped his collar and tried to tug him forward.

“It is,” he choked out, straining against her pull but not stepping away, either.

“Then why do you want to fuck me so badly right now?”

Her vulgarity shocked him almost as much as it turned him on.

“I wanted to before we even came down here.”

The moment the words left his lips, her eyes flashed and she wound her arms around his neck to yank him down to the ground with her. Draco struggled to not crush her with his weight, forearms dropping to cage her in beneath him, knee parting her thighs.

“I also have something to confess,” she drawled in a near perfect imitation of his usual unaffected veneer. She arched her hips up against his leg and he couldn’t stop himself from pressing back into her.

“And what’s that?”

The combination of her body pulling him forward and the pressure of his swollen need within the too-tight confines of his trousers had him mad with need.

“I want the same thing.” Faster than he could react, she dropped a hand between them and squeezed.

He didn’t think he’d ever seen her look so pleased as he jerked into her grasp. “Granger…” he groaned, still holding himself back.

She wasn’t having any of that. Both hands now at work, she tugged open his trousers and slipped one in to palm him skin to skin.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to, shit Granger—” With a shout, he came, the wetness of his cum covering her hand and his own clothing. The relief was immediate, radiating outwards to his limbs and giving him a brief moment of lightheadedness.

She squeezed once more.

Fuck.

He was still hard.

Hermione leaned forward to nibble at his ear, her fingers continuing to stroke through his spend. “My turn.”

She sat up slowly and pushed against his chest with the palm of her hand, encouraging him to fall onto his back with her hovering above him. With a wink, Hermione tucked her fingers, one set clean, the other sticky, under the waistband to tug off his bottoms. A glorious mess covered his crotch. He would’ve been embarrassed if not for the way she bent down and immediately licked up the underside of his shaft.

“You taste delicious.”

He laughed in disbelief as she proceeded to lap up every bit of evidence until he glistened with her spit, the tip of his cock oozing more precum in anticipation of more.

“Take off your shirt,” she ordered. He raised a brow at her tone, but did as she asked, undoing the buttons and shrugging off the layers as she stood up to do the same.

The moon and surrounding flora only added to her light from within, the very tips of her fingers, nipples, and hair brightened by the force propelling them both towards one another. Blame the Mare of Delight. Call it fulfilled fantasies. They now followed a path that would not be deterred by anything less than a cataclysmic disaster.

He held out his hand in invitation. She took it.

Hermione straddled him, one hand positioning him at her entrance. Draco wanted to stop her, to pull her up and have her sink onto his face. She deserved nothing less than to be worshipped. He craved a taste, to drink in her essence and make her scream out his name from his tongue alone.

One warning look from her put such thoughts aside. He would sample another time, if she’d let him. He wouldn’t keep from her what she demanded in this moment; he didn’t have it in him to deny her. The barest brush of his cock against her proved he wasn’t the only one leaking from want. She was drenched in her own juices, and they liberally coated him as she made one pass, then two. She notched him in place before setting both hands atop his knees, then, with a sigh of relief, sank down to take him in fully.

Maddening heat. Pressure from all sides. A sleeve of molten liquid.

She felt like everything he’d dreamed, but nowhere near what he’d imagined.

She was more.

She was his.

Using his knees as leverage, she pulled up to the tip, then dropped down with force, grinding at the hilt and squeezing her inner muscles. They both moaned at the thrumming pleasure that held them over the edge. Only two strokes, and Draco was ready to explode.

“I’m so close,” she panted.

He couldn’t even reply, he was so focused on not finishing before her. Instead, he grabbed onto her hips and rocked into her even deeper. She nearly fell onto him in her shock, palms slapping down onto his chest to stay upright. The look she gave him begged permission, and he jerked out a single nod.

Keeping her hands on his pecs, she used him in her pursuit of her own climax. All Draco could do was hold on for dear life. She rode him with abandon, panting loudly, thighs quivering each time she slammed back down onto him.

“Un, un, un!” She’d lost her battle with words. He could feel her walls pulsing in a warning, one he took seriously.

He rotated his thumb to hover around the hood of her clit. She whined at the hint of his touch and he increased pressure to rub circles in time to her own thrusts. Hermione’s grip on his skin tightened, nails digging into the skin. Her mouth dropped open as she flung her head back.

“Ahhhh, ahh!” The moment she convulsed, he firmly grasped her hips and took over for her, lifting and bringing her back down to prolong her ecstasy. He felt his cock swell, then explode deep into her. The thought that he filled her consumed him with a rabid desire to possess.

He gripped the back of her neck to protect her as he flipped them over. She squealed at the change in position, hands flying out to grab onto the stems of the nearby plant life and hanging on as he took control. Even though he’d come twice now, he still felt painfully hard.

Keeping his hand behind her head, fingers sliding up and into her curls, he used his other hand to grasp her thigh and spread her wide. He’d probably leave bruises, but that made him mad with need, too. His cum in her, his marks on her skin.

His.

With that word echoing in his mind and need vibrating through his core straight into his cock, he drove into her repeatedly with a reckless desire to own her completely. He wanted her to ache with the feeling of him inside of her for weeks. His spend would leak past her knickers and drip down her legs and leave a trail for everyone to know that she was taken.

His heart pounded so loudly he felt deafened by his own race to completion. The closer he got, the more reluctant he felt about letting go. He desperately needed to finish. He never wanted this moment to end.

The twisted emotions must have shown on his face, because one moment he was in agony, and the next he felt fingers winding into his hair, palms cupping his face.

“Draco.”

The soft plea of his name caused him to slow. He looked up from her gorgeous bouncing tits, the nipples flushed pink, and fell into the pools of her eyes. He was drawn forward, his body pressing close, chest to chest.

“Kiss me, Draco,” she whispered.

Had they not…? Oh.

His mouth sought her own, and the moment they touched, he was lost in her, all worries falling away. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips. Upon the parting of them, she delved in and mimicked the rhythm of his hips, circling and sucking and shoving him right up against the precipice of his inevitable destruction.

Her kiss inhaled his moan as his release struck, sure and complete. He bucked with each pulse of spend coating her insides. She continued to hold him close as he groaned and rode out his pleasure until only ripples remained. With a final nip to her bottom lip, he collapsed, finally spent and all energy drained out of him and into her.

They must have fallen asleep like that, Draco’s body weighing her down, Hermione’s holding him close in acceptance, because the next thing he remembered was his eyes opening to the sensation of fingers tracing patterns on his back. They’d somehow rotated onto their sides, their arms and legs still intertwined.

“Fucking Luna,” he murmured. Runes. She was drawing runes on him. Protection. Devotion.

“I hope not,” Hermione teased in reply.

He huffed, still reluctant to move and dispel this dream they’d fallen into. “I’m yours, now, you minx. Unless that wasn’t already clear.”

Propping her head up on one hand, she looked down at him, a smile threatening to take over her expression. “Yeah?”

He found the energy to dart out a hand and tweaked her nipple.

“Hey!”

“Yours,” he affirmed.

Hermione sobered at his tone, bringing her free hand up to cover his own where it still lay close to her chest. She brought it up to drop a kiss to their knuckles. She met his gaze, eyes softening and a smile filling her features and his heart with warmth.

“And I’m yours.”

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10/7 "Sex Pollen" prompt for 2023 @hpkinktober Fest

Cross posted on AO3

This is my first time participating in Kinktober, not surprising really since I only started writing fanfiction last December. I'm still kinda shy about writing straight smut with very little to no story, so…yeah. Here's my attempt! Sex! Plants! What more could I ask for?

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gryfferin-gaybies · 1 month

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Coping

"I've got you. I've got you." Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's shaking body, holding him tight against his own chest. "Shhh. I've got you."

Draco sobbed in his arms, loud and ugly and unrefined. The sound of his sorrow made Harry's heart break. Harry lowered them to the ground until Draco was sitting between his legs, his back against Harry's chest. His hands went to pull at his hair, a negative response to stress. Harry grabbed his wrists to pull them away so he wouldn't harm himself.

"Draco, breathe. Breathe. It's ok," Harry said into Draco's shoulder.

Draco pulled his knees up to his chest. "I can't," he choked out between sobs, shaking his head. "I-I can't."

Harry felt tears begin to prickle his eyes and he willed them away. "Yes, you can, Draco. Come on. Breathe for me. In . . . Out . . . In . . . Out . . ." He exaggerated his breaths so his chest would move with each one, moving Draco with him.

Draco continued to sob and wail and hyperventilate, but Harry kept talking him through breaths until he seemed to start to try to mimick him.

"That's it. There you go," Harry encouraged, praising Draco for his efforts to calm down. "Just like that, Draco. Just keep breathing with me."

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"Thank you," Draco said minutes after he'd calmed down, his voice cutting through the quiet, the only sound in the air their synchronized breathing.

Harry had let go of Draco's wrists to wrap his arms around his waist. "Always. It's what I'm here for."

Draco turned his head to get a glimpse of the man holding him, grounding him. His gaze was met with Harry's. He turned in the bracket of Harry's outstretched legs so they were chest to chest. He searched Harry's eyes and then kissed him, rough and heated.

"Woah," Harry said, breaking the contact. "What're you-" He broke off unsure of how he wanted to finish that question.

"Please," Draco said, peppering open-mouthed wet kisses to Harry's jaw and neck. "I need this. I need . . . something." He sucked on his skin where Harry's neck met his shoulder.

"I—" Harry started, his words lost in a soft groan when Draco dragged his teeth lightly against the sensitive patch of skin. "I—Draco, this isn't—I don't—Draco." He held his hands up awkwardly, unsure what to do.

Draco took Harry's hands and put them on his waist. "Shh. Stop talking and kiss me."

Harry pulled away, removing his hands from Draco's body again. "Draco, we can't."

"Why not?" Draco moved his hands under the hem of Harry's shirt, running his fingers over his abs. "Please," he breathed. His tongue darted out to lick his lips.

Harry couldn't stop his eyes from tracking the movement. He shook his head, regaining his focus. "Draco, why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to be distracted. So please, distract me." He leaned back in to kiss Harry again.

Harry wanted to give Draco exactly what he was looking for. His body was already responding to the touch of the other man—the man he'd been secretly in love with for months. It took more strength than he even knew he had to deny him when it was what they both wanted. "Draco." It came out as more of a moan than it was supposed to. "Draco," he tried again. "This isn't a good idea. Merlin, you make it hard to do the right thing."

"Then don't," Draco whispered seductively. He nipped playfully at Harry's earlobe.

Harry tilted his head to give Draco better access to his throat and felt a teardrop fall on his neck. He moved away again, standing this time to back out of Draco's reach entirely. "Draco, you can't use sex to avoid your feelings."

Draco stood so they were on the same level again. "Why not," he mumbled.

"I'm here for you, Draco. I'm not going anywhere. But I love you too much to let you do something unhealthy that you'll regret. I want you. Fuck, I want you. I have for a long time. But not like this."

Draco closed his eyes and let out a deep breath through his nose. He nodded and ran his hands through his hair. "Fine." He stormed off past Harry.

"Draco, wait. Where are you going?" Harry knew the answer. He wasn't sure why he asked when he knew he didn't want to hear it.

"If you won't fuck me until I forget how miserable I am, I'm going to go find someone who will." His expression was closed off. He turned on his heel to continue making his exit.

It hurt Harry to hear him say it. "Draco, please. This won't make you feel better. You know it won't."

"It will in the moment and that's all I want right now." He didn't even look back at Harry when he said it.

Harry felt tears begin to prickle his own eyes as he watched the man he loved, on his way to self destruct, to sleep with someone else. Harry felt like he might be sick at the thought of someone taking advantage of Draco's grief. He felt like he might be sick at the thought of Draco letting them.

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emargoo · 4 months

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Our Last Night~Draco Malfoy x Reader

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Female!reader

Authors Note: Modern AU where characters are college students. English isn't my first language. MDNI

"I'm leaving, y/n, you can't change my mind."

I stare blankly at the tall slender man across from me. The sheer light slanting through the window cuts across his face, outlining him in sharp, harsh lines. He was tall and slender, almost gaunt, having the look of someone who hadn't eaten quite enough in too large of a time. And still, he was beautiful, fuck, he was so beautiful.

I grimace at the man, "Dropping out of college isn't going to solve your problems, Draco. Kissing up to your dad isn't going to make him love you. Hell, I don't know if there's anyone out there who will ever love you." I spit angrily on his shoes, the pretentious bastard that he is.

His face twists into a scowl, "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

I laugh, "I think I know better than anyone. Who else do you even talk to? And don't tell me Crab and Goyle. I know those two only care about who gives the best titjobs on campus."

Draco sighs angrily, "I don't tell you everything. And you wouldn't understand anyway."

The grin on my face grows, so much my cheeks begin to hurt, but I can feel the tears in my eyes. "Now you sound like a fucking teenager. You're not misunderstood, Draco, grow up."

"Fucking hell, y/n," his voice raises to a yell, "can't you just be genuine for once? Stop heckling me. I'm leaving. And I don't owe you an explanation." He runs his hand through his blonde hair, and I realize he's shaking.

I look down, feeling my face grow hot. My stomach churns with emotions I can't even begin to understand. I want to cry, but not infront of him.

"Right, because I'm just a fuck toy for you, huh? Just another body. You're right, you don't owe my anything." I say.

I deflate then, growing numb. He's leaving. Draco Malfoy is leaving. And he can't even tell me why.

Draco gazes at me through half-lidded gray eyes. His hair is illuminated in the dying sunlight, casting a halo around his head. He looks like an angel. He watches me, his eyes traveling up and down my body slowly. I know what he came for. What he always comes for.

And honestly? I'm no better than him. I want him. I always have. And now he's slipping away from me. If one last night is the closest I can get to him, I better make it a good one.

I walk forward, pushing the man down onto the bed behind him. It was as single bed, the most I could afford in my dorm room. He didn't say anything, but his eyes glowed with desire. He leaned back and I stradled his hips, his strong hands gripping my thighs.

Slowly, I began moving my hips, grinding down on his hard crotch. He groaned gently and moved his head back. I decided to punish him, go so painfully slow he wouldn't be able to bear it. I teased him, moving slow c-shapes on his dick.

"Faster." He said, low and dangerous.

I smirked, looking down into his steely eyes while keeping my slow pace. He pushed my hips down forcefully onto his crotch, the rough fabric of his jeans felt heavenly against my thin cotton shorts. I liked when he was rough with me.

Draco leaned his head in, close to my ear. I could feel his hot breaths against the skin of my neck, sending slight shivers down my spine. "Fucking grind, slut. Or I'll get up right know and leave you here like a bitch in heat." He rasped.

Empty threats, I thought. But his hot breath on my skin and the anger and desparation in his voice just turned me on. I obliged, grinding down on him, not bothering to tease him anymore. His warm pianist hands slipped under my shirt, playing with the straps of my brallete.

I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, revealing a plain black bra. Draco's eyes observed me with the perfect mix of distain and desire. Hate and lust. He unclasped my bra with deft hands and moved them over my breasts gently, briefly pinching my nipples and twisting lightly. I moaned, despite myself and he smirked.

Without warning, Draco grabbed my waist and pulled me under him, so I was looking up at him while he held his body over mine. He held his weight carefully on his forearms, as not to squash me. Although I wouldn't mind.

Draco began kissing my neck, softly at first, under my jaw and along the vulnerable flesh of my collarbones. He bit softly, kissing my skin so hard it would surely leave marks in the morning. He worked his way down to my breasts, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking gently, teasing the hard skin with his teeth. I shivered with pleasure. He did the same to my other breast and then moved up to look me in my eyes.

My breathing hitched. His eyes burned as he pressed his lips to mine harshly, moving his tongue into my mouth almost immediately. Our tongues battled for dominance until eventually his took over and moved to explore my mouth. He bit my lower lip.

I ripped away from his firm kiss. Draco tasted so familiar. Like apples, and iron, and heat. I gazed at his face, our breaths mixing in the closed space between us. He was breathing hard and fast, I could smell the desire on him. Then I kissed him again, harder. He moaned softly, reaching to tangle his hand in my hair. I flicked my tongue along the bottom of his mouth, relishing in his taste, his feel.

Draco was the one to pull away this time, wrenching his shirt over his head and moving hastily to unbuckle his jeans. He was shaking. When he looked up at me, I could see he was crying.

I crawled over to him, kissing the tears from his face. The taste of salt filled my mouth. I kissed his eyes, his nose, his mouth. Around us, the room grew dark. Draco pulled me against his chest, which was almost burning hot. I looked up at him and he scowled.

"Say you hate me."

"What?" I asked.

"Say you fucking hate me." He wipped his face with his arm, sneering at me. My eyes fell to his taught muscles, the sharp lines of his stomach. I gazed back into his eyes, sneering right back.

"I hate you." His eyes fell shut, his hands slid into my shorts, pulling them off my legs.

He smirked again when he saw I wasn't wearing anything underneath. "No panties? Whore."

"Shut the fuck up." He smiled darkly and moved his hand slowly up my thigh. I groaned in anticipation. His fingers touched gently around my slit, feeling that I was already agonizingly wet. Draco brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them gently.

"Needy for me already?"

"I hate you, Draco." I said again. Feeling blood rush to my cheeks. "Get on with it then. Make me feel good."

He slid off his boxers, cocking an eyebrow at me. "And why should I do that? Bitch." I moaned as he pressed two fingers inside of me. I realized something then about the two of us, me and Draco. We fed off eachother's hate. It turned us on. The lines between hate, love, lust all blurred in our minds. Until neither of us knew what we truly felt.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb harshly over my clit, making me yell out in pleasure.

Draco clamped his hand over my mouth, "Godric, you're loud. I'll have to gag you if you can't keep quiet." His fingers slid deeper into me, finding my g-spot in 0.5 seconds. I moaned into his hand, feeling a coil build in my stomach. "Can you take another one?" Before I could respond, he shoved a third finger inside me, curling them. The coil inside me broke and I came on his hand.

He rode me through my high, fingering me gently to help me achieve the maximum pleasure. Draco removed his hand, wet with my slick. He smiled, removing his hand from my mouth and replacing it with his fingers. The taste of my juices made me groan, my body writhing on the bed. I licked his hand clean.

Draco lifted me off the bed, onto his knees. "I think," he said, moving me so that I sat just behind his large dick, "You should ride me."

I obediently sunk down onto his cock, feeling him fill me up completely. I leaned forward, gripping the headboard of my dorm bed for balance. I bounced eagerly on his length, both of us moaning loudly. He gripped my hips, moving my ass exactly where he wanted. I felt Draco move one hand to touch my clit, sending waves of pleasurer through my body. He began thrusting up into me, and I could feel the coil in my stomach tightening again. He reached up to twist one of my nipples again, pushing me over the edge. My hips began moving on their own, my body spasming. I could feel my pussy clench on his dick and he groaned, orgasming inside of me.

My body slumped onto the mattress, I stared up at the ceiling, feeling my body tremble. My inner thighs were throbbing, my sensitive skin tingling. Draco lay next to me, breathing heavily. I looked over at him, his gray eyes already on mine.

"You know what the worst part is?" I said, closing my eyes so I wouldn't have to see his face. His cloudy eyes, his slightly parted lips. Those long blonde eyelashes casting slight shadows of his gaunt skin. He truly was perfect.

"I still love you." I didn't open my eyes to see if he heard me or if he had fallen asleep. I couldn't bear it. Sometimes, ignorance is a blessing.

When I woke up, he was gone.

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pixeechix21 · 6 months

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Theo nott x reader

Academic rivals and you really need to de-stress good thing great minds think alike 😋✌️

Ps im a wee bit tipsy n idk how to think rn so let use our ✨imagination✨ I love yall xxox

You're in the Hogwarts library and you're super stressed. So stressed you can't focus and this isn't the moment for you to get side tracked especially when he's studying as hard as you if not harder than you.

In a corner nearby you hear a frustrated shout and the thudding of books being thrown. Getting up I cautiously look around the corner. By a set of empty tables is a hunched over figure running his hands through his hair. “Hey everything okay?” You ask shyly to walk up to them.

“No.” his voice is all too familiar. The voice that haunts my dreams and fuels my fantasies. I pick up the books, setting them on the table. “I keep on getting distracted,” he admits. I can see the bags under his eyes, probably reflecting those under my eyes. In the low light of the library and the dark outside he looks like a ghost from the ancient times we study about. His skin glows warmly and his eyes are shadowed. I find my breath hitching in my throat as he looks up at me with a certain look in his eyes.

“If it helps I'm stressed I can't focus either,” you say helplessly. He pushes his chair back, his usually neat clothes are wrinkled, shirt pulled out and tie slightly undone. There's a sudden urge to fix it for him. Without a second thought my hand reaches out and pulls on his tie lightly loosening it. His deep eyes look at mine, surprised at me cold hands working his tie. Lowly I whisper to him, “I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He chuckles lightly, amused his hand rests on my waist. His tie finally undone and I keep hold of him. His proximity is electrifying. In the quiet of the library I can't seem to keep my thoughts from him.

As if he has read my mind he starts, “there's this. This. This thing, person, that I can't keep off my mind. Wherever I go, whenever I try to not to think about them they just Weaste their way into the very crevasse of my deepest-” his fingers dig in a little tighter, “-depraved parts of me.” I bite my bottom lip. “Your turn,” he says, eyes looking at my lips then back to my hooded eyes.

“Hmmm.” I hum, sleep deprived and drunk on the feeling of his possessive hold snaking its way under my shirt. His fingers holding on to my bare skin, burning that spot deliciously with his touch. “I feel, I don't know.. I feel tense and stressed. You see there's this guy,” his eyebrows prick up interested, “he consumes my thoughts to the point where I can't focus,” I aggressively plant my hand on his chest, smiling as I slip into his lap as he pulls me closer.

“Tell me who this guy is?” It's barely audible with the pulsing of blood in my ears.

“If I tell you you have to promise not to tell anyone, He's the only one that can help my dire situation,” I mockingly plead, a dark look comes over him. Underneath me he shifts himself holding me down to feel him securely.

“I can't promise anything,” his hot breath tickles my neck. Asmall kiss marks where his lips were. I try so hard not to moan in relife at the feeling of him. “But I can promise i can relive some of that… stress,” hes mi.iteres away from my lips. Our breaths are one and the same. I didn't have a single helpful thought before and I don't have one now. I kiss him. Our lips meet in a tangled mess of need and desperation. I needed this. His hands pushing me into him forcing all coherent thoughts of the test out of my kind for good.

#fem!reader #smut #matteo riddle #theo nott #x reader #dark academia #books & libraries #enimies to lovers #need you #hogwarts houses #library sex #slow burn #angst #kiss #draco malfoy #call of duty #simon ghost riley

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citrusses · 8 months

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After a while Draco murmurs, “Look out, Potter,” and reaches across him to dump more water on the stones. Some of it drips onto Harry’s lap. Harry is sweating. Draco’s arm brushes his chest as he ladles out the water, and Harry looks up sharply, meeting Draco’s eyes. They stare at each other for a moment. Draco clears his throat. “Are you ready for the next step, Harry?”

Löyly (10.3K, E), Harry/Draco, for @thehoneybeet and @hdsudsfest 🫧 🛁

Somewhere between the steam of a sauna and the icy waters of the Gulf of Finland, Harry heals from a broken engagement and a failed career. Draco Malfoy helps.

Ft. dark days, cold nights, hot sex, and many, many pet names. Read it on AO3 ♨️

Thank you @nv-md for the fantastic beta!

#sudsfestlite23 #citrus writes #one of these days i'll write something about a place/activity i know REALLY well #but today is not that day #hello finland!#drarry #harry/draco #bold of me to say the sex scene i wrote was hot tbh #but whatever it makes for a good description

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a1exisdelrey · 7 months

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~Aphrodisiac~

Part One.

TW: Dub-Con due to “sex pollen”

It’s your seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Draco Malfoy has been your academic rival since year one but you always manage to be first in the class while he is always one spot behind. It drives Draco insane that a Mudblood like you somehow manages to best him in every topic.

In potions class Draco and you are paired in order to complete the daily brewing assignment: Brew a working vial of Veritaserum. This task proves nearly impossible due to the incessant bickering that ensues between the two of you. You barely manage to get through a quarter of the required process before it is time to clean up and head to the next class. Through a series of dirty looks and snide remarks Draco and you clean up the mess you’ve made and rush to the exit but are stopped by the professor. He tells you that due to the lack of composure and success exhibited, the both of you must attend a detention where you will be required to brew two vials of Veritaserum in order to be dismissed.

When the time comes for detention you are early as always and sit at the brewing stations, organizing ingredients while you wait for Draco to arrive. When he walks in you sigh heavily in preparation for what is sure to be a grueling experience.

“Alright now that both of you are here, you may begin. I’ll be back to check on you in a few hours, but until then,” he walks over to the door and pulls a key out of his pocket waving it towards the both of you, “no leaving under any circumstances.” He walks out and locks the door behind him.

You told yourself that you were going to be on your best behavior but it’s not long before the two of you are arguing about what ingredient goes next and how much of it to use. Draco, as a way to irk you even more, grabs an unlabeled vial full of pink dust and pours it into the cauldron being used to brew the serum.

“Why the bloody hell did you do that,” you exclaimed, infuriated that he ruined the potion.

“It’s not like he it was going to work anyways. I was just speeding along the process,” he said with a smug look on his face.

“Don’t look so proud of yourself Malfoy. Now we’ll have to be here into the night,” you roll your eyes and then focus on the freshly spoiled concoction.

You notice the newly pink liquid has an odd cloud of pink haze surround it. You lean in for a closer look and are bombarded with the delicious smell of roses and honey. You inhale deeply and are met with a delightful warm feeling that starts at your head and moves across your entire body.

“Jesus y/l/n you might as well sink your bloody head into the thing.” Draco watches you smell the potion and leans in to smell for himself, curiosity overtaking him. Once the delightful smell hits his nose he pulls back so quickly that a chair flies to the ground, knocking you out of the slight trance the smell had put you in.

“Fuck! What are you doing Malfoy? You nearly scared me to death,” you say with your hand over your chest.

“Do you have any idea what you were inhaling like a fucking animal, y/l/n? We made an aphrodisiac potion,” he says looking both scared and winded.

You felt your cheeks flush and your palms sweat as you looked at Draco.

“You’re lying,” you accuse Draco, refusing to believe it’s true. Even as you feel your whole body heat up, the sight of Draco being somehow less repulsing and more enticing than it ever has been before.

The two of you have just been intoxicated by a sex potion. And you’re locked in a room together until you successfully brew Veritaserum. What could possibly go wrong?

#draco malfoy #draco #malfoyfamily #draco x reader #draco fanfiction #smut #draco x y/n #yn #sex pollen #fanfic

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fanfic-lover-girl · 9 months

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Draco Malfoy is not the only problem with Dramione

Look, am I the only one who hates Dramione not because of Draco but HERMIONE?

Dramione antis (often Draco antis I notice) usually paint Draco as the toxic person in this ship undeserving of Queen Hermione. How he's a cowardly, dumb ferret and Hermione deserves a real man.

You know what Hermione deserves? A consuming career and a house full of cats! Ron can have her! I feel like I am dissing myself when I diss Hermione since I see a lot of my academic self in her but who the hell sees Hermione as wife or mother material??

No one deserves to be in a relationship with someone who hates them. Hermione is no exception. Hermione does not deserve to be in a relationship with a guy who stands by while she is being tortured or hurls slurs in her face. Or thinks she is worth less than trash.

But based on canon, we know who is more likely to attack their partner and commit domestic abuse. It ain't Draco. Like...do you not see how this girl treats Ron?! The guy she's supposed to like?! While Draco has never laid a hand on her, even when this girl slapped/punched him for no justifiable reason. Him making fun of Hagrid is not justifiable. Slap him when he calls you a mudblood and then we can talk Hermione.

Draco does anything to upset her and this vindictive shrew would probably turn him into a bug and squash him. Or maybe poison him. Or turn him into a bouncing ferret for nostalgia (I read a Dramione fic where Hermione did this - that definitely killed my recent short-lived Dramione reading spree). Magic provides a myriad of possibilities :).

At least with Draco, we don't really see him mistreating his (female) friends. None of his actions towards Hermione is irredeemable. After thorough redemption and maturity, he would theoretically treat Hermione well. His parents may be hostile but he can always just give them the finger the way he did for dear Astoria. Hermione on the other hand is shown to be constantly abusive to Ron yet she's one of the heroes of the story, hardly ever called out for her appalling actions. People need to wake up from their Draco hate and recognize Hermione's flaws as well in this ship. It's more than just her not forgiving him. She would literally hurt him. Like she already hurt Ron! And her own parents!

My mother told me that if your loved one hits you once, you need to leave. Immediately. Ron should have dropped Hermione as a potential love interest the second she attacked him. Because she will do it again when she gets angry.

So yeah, Ron can keep her. Poor Ron. Hermione is hardly a catch. For anyone calling me a sexist, that kind of attitude is not cute in a dude either.

Draco can do better than her. But literally, almost anyone is better than Hermione (I'll be over here enjoying my Druna content).

Actually, the only guy who probably deserves Hermione is Harry Potter himself. She actually seems to be sweeter to him and respects him more than Ron lol. Those two can be vindictive, inconsiderate psychos together while Ron finds better friends who don't see him as a dumb loser. Oh, and Ginny can find a guy who won't dump her the second she cries (like that "crybaby" Cho) or excludes her. Harmione is practically a match made in hell.

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ilovethemoon3 · 1 year

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Draco and Blaise DEFINITELY had a thing.

I really love the idea of them having a “situationship” where they can’t actually go around telling people they’re together because their families would go crazy if they knew that they’re gay.

So there are days where Draco sees red because why the hell is every single girl in Hogwarts flirting with Blaise. And what bothers him the most is that Blaise actually responds back to them with interest just to spite him. He’d sometimes cross the line and go for a kiss. Draco just watches as Blaise starts groping what’s-her-name’s thighs.

These type of events usually follow with Draco coming back to the common room with disheveled hair, red lips, and his shirt untucked. Blaise also noticed how he’s unsteady on his feet, limping. At that moment, Blaise realizes how he can’t stand the thought of someone else touching what’s his, and only his.

Blaise follows him to their room and pushes Draco to the bed, touching him every inch of his skin to get rid of the other person’s mark on his Draco.

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Part 2

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hihimissamericanbi · 4 months

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Have I written academically on 19th-century medical demonstrations as performance? Yes, I have.

Drarry, because that's shared our thing.

Bonus points if you can work in the phrase: "cries out for the sex baton in words devoid of any metaphor."

(That is an actual description from one of Charcot's medical demonstrations. Yep.)

(Also thank you to @wolfpadx for tagging me in the original version of this. I'm only capable of focusing on one story at a time so I don't have any WIPs either.)

Sigh. Only for you, babe. Everyone else: proceed with caution. This is the Exhibition Kink to end all Exhibition Kinks. I truly have nothing to say for myself, except turn your trauma into kink ig.

(from this prompt) 5. Medical examiner/surgery theater viewing thingie but at a kink club.

I present to you, Harry Potter and the Sex Baton:

Okay so Draco and Harry run into each other at a magical kink club and reconnect. They begin playing together, lots of chemistry, find that they are really into this one idea no one has quite done so they give it a go. They do some smaller test scenes with just friends/trusted people from the club first, and then they are ready for the Big Performance. They are being featured at the club that weekend, there's been lots of publicity around it.

"The Chosen Hole. Savior of the Wizarding Wank. The Boy Who Lived to Fuck" (EDITOR'S NOTE someone please come up with something better than this i beg you). The invite list is strict and requires vetting by both Harry and Draco. It's important the only people attending truly want to see this and are sex-positive, kink-educated. No one there to actually mock or be cruel.

And here is the scene:

Harry is on some sort of observational stage with 360 views. Theater in the round, if you will. I'd love for it to be like an amphitheater so it feel more like a lecture or a demonstration, where the audience is situated higher than the performers.

Harry is there, on his knees, naked, waiting, tied up and blindfolded, hard, leaking, flushed. Clearly desperate. Behind him is a table spread out with various intimidating looking magical objects and tools. As people file in, they are encouraged to take pictures, make observations and notes as they get settled, discuss with one another what they are seeing. Sounds of low murmuring, gentle, sultry music, a few quiet whistles of disbelief, the general ~vibe~ where you know people are leering. Staring.

Then the house lights dim, the spotlight comes on, and the demonstration begins. Draco enters wearing (insert your preferred fantasy outfit here. Daddy leather? A clean white lab coat? Casual, sexy muggle attire-- a suit no tie, perhaps?). Draco welcomes everyone and is pleased to demonstrate Just What a Desperate Slutty Whore Harry James Potter is. Harry wants to show everyone so badly, "Don't you, baby?"

"Yes sir, please let me show them."

So Draco proceeds to tease and edge and do all manners of filthy things to Harry Potter in front of this audience. The tone from Draco is very calm, in charge, a little neutral/removed, like he isn't being affected at all while Harry is getting messier and messier. Use your imagination here:

We can start with just letting Harry touch himself. Draco unties just his wrists, directs him to wank himself off in front of all these people who are here to see just how badly he wants it. Obviously lots of praise talk, dirty talk, orgasm control.

At some point, of course, there will be instructions to turn around, bend over, spread yourself, stick your fingers inside, show everyone how good your hole takes your own fucking fingers. We can start getting some tools and toys involved, like a dildo that magically increases in size incrementally on every thrust so everyone can see his hole getting more and more stretched. Lots of magical lube/oil, so everything is wet and glistening.

Just because Draco isn't all hot and bothered and slutty like Harry, doesn't mean he doesn't get to have any fun. There will be plenty demonstrations of how good Harry takes it: how good he takes cock in every hole, how he drinks and licks every drop of come spent like it's fucking ice cream and begs for more, bends to every one of Draco's commands, performs every requested sex act with such enthusiasm, takes everything Draco gives him, one bit at a time, as Draco is talking it all through to the audience. He's telling them how harry feels around him, how his arse tastes, what sounds he makes when Draco touches him here vs. there, etc. etc. Turning Harry this way and that, showing off parts of his body, making Harry expose himself to an entire room full of people who want to see it, all at Draco's will.

For the grand finale, Draco has a special tool he made just for Harry. He makes a big show of taking it out, showing it to the audience, really hyping it up. Harry is still blindfolded, has no idea what it is, until suddenly something cool and buzzing touches him and he explodes, immediately, come shooting out of him and his arse spasming in an orgasm that hits from both parts of him. He's gasping, dazed, wondering what just happened, and then he's poked again---

and he orgasms again.

"Forgive the crude phrasing, but I simply call it the sex baton. A single touch forces the subject to climax immediately. The really interesting thing, here, though---" and he gently strokes the tool down harry's flank, watches as harry screams and comes and comes and comes as long at the tool is in contact with his skin---"is that it completely bypasses any refractory period the human body usually needs." Draco pulls the sex baton away. "As you can see demonstrated here, if it touches skin---" he pokes harry again, setting off a fresh round of screaming and convulsing---"the subject will be helpless not to orgasm."

Harry is panting and half-slumped over and exhausted and covered in come.

"Shall we see what happens when we insert the sex baton into our subject's greedy little hole... and leave it there?"

A murmur of agreement from the audience.

"Harry? What do you think?"

Only then, Harry cries out for the sex baton in words devoid of any metaphor. (HA I DID IT EMERY!!)

So Draco calmly directs Harry until he is face down, arse up, legs spread, and without warning plunges the sex baton into his arse. Harry is left on stage gasping, voice too far gone to scream, and drenching himself in come, the magic of the baton replenishing his supply of seed endlessly. He's left there spurting over and over into this puddle he is laying in, as Draco takes his bow and the lights fade. The audience erupts into wild, enthusiastic applause.

They love it.

The love him.

BONUS: backstage pass where you can interact directly with the Whore Who Lived following the demonstration. Draco will guide observers through one-on-one interactions in small groups, encouraging touches and feels where he knows Harry will like, allowing them to masturbate to/on Harry, lets them discuss him and ask questions about him to Draco.

Okay i need to stop. There is more where this came from (and came and came and came...)

Please don't break up with me.

#wip tag game #smut game #celine's smut #exhibitionist drarry #exhibitionism kink #drarry smut #emery tag #harry x draco #sub harry potter #sex positive drarry

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jomiddlemarch · 3 months

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With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler

Rose stood before her, drooping, her braids coming undone, shoes scuffed, a new rip in her overalls, giving Hermione a look of absolute incredulity when faced with the undeniable truth:

Hermione had forgotten to pack snacks.

She didn’t even have a bloody Polo mint somewhere in the recesses of her beaded bag, Transfigured to look like an ordinary mum’s ordinary leather handbag, designed to carry her through her day at the Ministry and any trips she might make to Muggle London.

Forget about something healthy.

She had planned to rely on the water fountain, that wasn’t another complete miss on her part.

She opened her mouth to begin the explanation-slash-apology that would not satisfy either one of them. Rose already had that furrow in her little brow that meant she planned to invoke Nan, which only ever meant Molly, and how important Nan said it was for growing human beans to have good homegrown food and not that muck Mum bought from Tesco’s.

“I have plenty, if she’s hungry. The fruit’s already cut, it won’t keep, and these pesto egg muffin bite things he said he liked yesterday, so of course I’ve gone and made far too many.”

That was Draco Malfoy, sitting on the bench just next to hers, a rucksack and some sort of sport-inspired hamper beside him, unable to resist rubbing it in, that he was a better prepared and more attentive parent than she was, the he his neatly and comfortably dressed five year old son Scorpius, who somehow made the jersey and shorts he wore look like the ideal outfit for a Wizarding child. His fringe was the proper length and not slicked back with some imported pomade like Draco’s had been for the first three years at Hogwarts, and he was busy constructing something tower-like from the stones, twigs and other assorted detritus he’d scoured the park for while Rose ran around, screaming like a banshee and climbing halfway up a tree before scuttling down again before Hermione had to call out to tell her too high, Rose!

Hermione turned her head to convert her explanation-slash-apology into a far more gratifying coldly cutting retort that she had to trust to inspiration to supply, since she had nothing approaching the moral high ground, when she actually looked at Draco’s face, which was tilted in an encouraging and frankly kind manner, and consider the tone of his voice, which had been commiserating and not the least judgmental. Hermione was quite familiar with the myriad shades of judgment and Draco’s voice hadn’t held even one.

He was also incredibly fit.

(That wasn’t really relevant to her decision-making, but it was note-worthy as a general fact.)

“Rose, Mr. Malfoy has some fruit if you want a snack. And something else tasty and homemade, just like Nan would have given you for tea,” Hermione said. Rose sized up Draco in an instant, pivoted to rifle through the sporty hamper, retrieved a little baggie of apple slices and another of the unexpectedly attractive pesto egg bites that reminded Hermione she’d also forgotten lunch and a stale ginger biscuit at her desk was going to have to hold her until after Rose was asleep.

Again.

“Ta,” Rose said, about to fly. It was impossible that she wouldn’t be Quidditch-mad.

“Rose,” Hermione said.

“Thank you, Mr. M’Foy,” Rose said. It was anyone’s guess if she would have gotten Malfoy correct without her mouth half stuffed with Braeburn.

“You’re quite welcome,” Draco said.

Hermione nodded and Rose scrambled away, as fast as her hand-me-down trainers could take her.

“Thank you. I appreciate it. Her wild magic on an empty stomach is terrifying,” Hermione said. Was she bragging about Rose’s magic, when she’d heard rumors Scorpius Malfoy might be a Squib? Probably and she wasn’t proud of it, but that wasn’t unfamiliar either.

“I find them terrifying full-stop,” Draco said. “Adorable, would lay down my life for him in a heartbeat, makes me question every decision my own parents ever made on my behalf, but terrifying nonetheless.”

Hermione laughed. It was the first time she could remember laughing at something Draco said without there being any seething vitriol or tearful desperation she’d had to tamp down or put aside. It felt…nice.

“I have a bit more sympathy for my parents,” she offered. “My wild magic started when I was a toddler and they had no idea what to make of it. No context at all. My mother told me, during out sixth year, that she’d thought she was losing her mind. I was well on my way to inventing Leviosa before I got a hold of the first year spellbooks.”

“Yes, I can see how that might be where one would go. Madness, that is,” he said. There was a frankly companionable silence between the two of them and then he spoke again. “Sometimes, I can’t help regretting it.”

“Regretting what?”

“I love him, with all that I am, my heart and soul and magic. And I can’t help regretting sometimes I agreed to it, having him when I, when we did,” he said. He turned away slightly, so that she saw him in profile, a face like a god’s on a coin, the straight nose, the full lower lip, his jaw held tightly.

“Why are you telling me?” she asked.

“For one, I don’t think you can think any worse of me than you already do, so that makes you perfect for such a shameful admission,” he said, shrugging. “Secondly, you let your daughter eat the snacks I made. Not that I’m trying to make you feel like you owe me something, that I’ve caught you out. You trusted me with your child, that’s what I meant.”

“I think you underestimate how I think of you,” she said slowly.

“Is that better or worse? Do you mean you think well of me and now I’ve dropped in your estimation? Or did I somehow go from sniveling worm beneath your heel to abysmal slime-mold you wouldn’t use your wand to scrape off with magic from said heel?”

He sounded resigned, amused, self-deprecating. His voice was low, a rich baritone, only a little of that drawl he’d had at Hogwarts left. The perfect amount.

“I wear flats unless I’m in court,” she said. ��I don’t hold the past against you anymore, we were children, child-soldiers, pawns moved around by people who should have known better. Played a better game of Wizarding chess, given that it was our lives they used. I regret it, myself, having her so young, though I don’t let myself think it if I can help it. I can’t, if I want to keep being a decent mother.”

“You are clearly an exceptionally fine mother. Why did you do it? You’re Hermione Granger, you don’t make decisions you regret,” he said.

Now she laughed, a bitter sound, that kept the tears in her eyes from spilling.

“Don’t believe everything you hear. Or read,” she said. “I lost my parents in the war. They were both only children, my grandparents were gone a long time ago. Rose was my one chance to have a family, someone who belonged to me.”

“I’m terribly sorry. I hadn’t heard they’d died,” he said.

“They’re alive. Just…lost. Turns out, if you do a thorough enough Obliviation, there’s no return. The person they were before is effectively dead. They’re just not sad about it. That’s for other people,” Hermione said.

“Astoria told me it was her dying wish to have a child, even though it would kill her,” Draco said.

“That’s why you agreed?”

“No. I refused when she said that. She used blood magic, from the binding. Once that was done, it was either lose them both or just her,” he said. “She didn’t know that for sure, there was plausible deniability and we’d said someday. She made someday happen sooner than I thought possible.”

“You loved her,” Hermione offered. She’d never met Astoria, who’d been a few years behind them at Hogwarts and in Ravenclaw, had only a dim memory of the photo that had been in the Prophet when the marriage was announced, a slim, dark-haired young woman wearing a lot of lace standing next to Draco, who’d been all in black. Wizards wore all sorts of things to funerals. Only Hermione saw him in mourning at his wedding.

“In a way. I hated her too. I didn’t want to be either of my parents and I didn’t know how to be anything else,” he said. “My parents were overjoyed, a Malfoy heir, no miscarriages, no stillbirths. A healthy Pureblood baby. That’s quite rare, all the inbreeding, you understand. They think Astoria was a paragon of virtue and also, they didn’t give a damn about her.”

Scorpius ran over and stretched out a hand to show Draco a stone. It was an unremarkable piece of quartz, though it did catch the light.

“What a find, love. You can bring it home if you like or leave it here. You could even hide it, like goblin treasure,” Draco said, studying the stone, reaching out to straighten the collar of Scorpius’s jersey. He touched Scorpius’s cheek fondly, but he didn’t try to wipe the smear of dirt there, nor did he say anything about his son’s grubby hands. Hermione recalled what a pristine child he’d been, all silver and green, how he’d stand between his parents, very still, as if a portrait were being painted.

“Hide it—” Scorpius said and darted back over to the field, just at the edge where a copse of trees stood, shadows beckoning. The whole playground was heavily warded and there were monitoring spells St. Mungo used for observation. It was safe enough to let him run away.

“That’s what I thought,” Draco said, shooting her that familiar parental glance, proud and powerless.

“Ron begged me not to end the pregnancy. It wasn’t planned. The Healers said the curse damage I suffered from Bellatrix was unpredictable, the interactions with contraceptive charms and potions would have made them less effective. It wasn’t my fault, except I never told them I hadn’t bothered with any spells or potions, so it was, in a way. I didn’t care and then I did. I told Ron I was pregnant and he told me he was gay and in love with Theo and it would break his mother’s heart if he never gave her a grandchild. My parents were gone. Harry and Ginny were expecting, Andromeda was raising Teddy, Bill and Fleur just had Victoire. It was easier to say yes. It made so many people happy and Ron did what he said he would,” Hermione said. Andromeda knew most of it, but Hermione had never told anyone all of it, certainly not in one sitting, not sitting on a park bench in the weak English sunshine, without a Polo mint to her name. Augusta Longbottom had said Hermione should do as she liked but it was rare to see such a strong magical signature in the first trimester, though likely it would happen again, for a witch of her abilities. Likely hadn’t seemed like a good enough bet, not when Ron’s blue eyes had pled with her and he’d held her hands in his instead of touching her completely flat stomach.

“What he said he would?” Draco repeated. He sounded encouraging, not nosy. Not prepared to made a rude remark about Ron or the Weasley family as a whole. It felt…good.

“Molly wanted me to name her Frederica. Winifred. Or Elfreda. It was ghastly. Even I knew Fred would have loathed it. Ron put his foot down and told her we weren’t doing that to a baby and that I had final say on her name. Then he came out to them, Molly and Arthur, so the name part receded as something anyone cared that much about,” Hermione said. “I don’t have to tell you how Purebloods feel about that, however warm and Muggle-forward they seem to be.”

“Bloody hell,” Draco said.

“There was a lot of screaming. Arthur finally told Molly to be grateful she had a son alive to tell her what made him happy and she piped down,” Hermione said. “She started knitting a jersey for Theo as soon as Ron let it slip they were involved. It was a little forced, but I think the knitting settled her down, let her feel like she was back in charge of the family. Molly had a great need for that.”

“Ah, the famous Weasley jersey,” Draco said.

“Infamous is more like it,” she replied. “Fleur won’t wear hers at all. But she’s married to Bill, so she can get away with it.”

“I gather you don’t have the same option,” he said.

“Molly watches Rose when Ron and Theo and I are all working or busy, always sends home dinner, invites me to Sunday lunch even when Ron and Theo have Rose. She’s Rose’s only grandmother. She means well,” Hermione shrugged. “Fleur wears cashmere and Molly sniffs. I Transfigured mine into a cardigan. Molly didn’t mind that, as long as the H is all on one side. I hid the pockets I added.”

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” he said, squinting a little against the light, the sun lower in the sky. Rose had approached Scorpius and now they were working on something with less height but a larger area. Hermione suspected St. Mungo’s had tracking spells to evaluate wild magic. At Rose’s last Healer’s visit, Hermione had been advised to stock up on Easiheal and beginning Arithmancy books, as if she and Ron hadn’t already done so (plus the Wizarding chess set Theo had brought out to let Rose watch them play.)

“It beats the alternative,” Hermione said. He shifted, faced her full on. They both looked older than they were, Draco with shadows under his grey eyes that spoke of broken sleep, Hermione with a streak of white in her hair like a ribbon, neither of them partial to glamours. He’d grown a fair amount after Hogwarts, his shoulders broader, his lanky frame filled out, and he dressed the part of an older man, much as Hermione had her mum’s uniform on. For a moment, she only saw the boy he’d been, too clever by half, preening, insecure, nervous he’d be caught caring. He’d taken the Dark Mark or rather, it had been forced on him, hidden by the sleeve he had securely fastened with monogrammed cufflinks. He could be the Dark Lord’s deputy, she could be dead in a ditch, both their first wands broken.

“I don’t think that’s as true as people say,” he replied. “We could have been given a chance to grow up. To put ourselves first, not the survival of the Wizarding world or the Noble House of Black. We could have found ourselves here in another ten years or twenty, with children we had chosen to have. Had wanted to bring into existence from dreams. We wouldn’t have to be alone, here, and at home, sitting by ourselves with a drink after we put them to bed, wondering what happened—”

“It’s hard,” she said, to stop him, because he was so right it hurt. She drank tea at night, even though it kept her up, because drinking wine or whiskey alone was worse. Ron and Theo encouraged her to go out when they kept Rose, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to explain who she was and she couldn’t bear it they already knew. She drank oolong, Darjeeling, PG Tips, always black, and she never read the leaves.

“What if it were easier?” he asked.

“Easier?”

“What if you told me what happened and I told you, after we put them to bed. What happened that day, not just what Rose did and what Scorpius said, but how you dealt with that stroppy minister from Croatia and how I heard back from Damaris, in Alexandria, about that manuscript revision, and what we could bring to the potluck Neville’s insisting on hosting instead of getting a proper caterer,” he said. “Samosas, for the record. Though I can manage vol-au-vents in a pinch, if you wanted to be Muggle retro about it.”

“That’s a lot happening,” she said. It was a leap, an enormous, across-a-chasm leap, he was describing and also just words, a possibility she could dismiss with a shake of her head, a slight frown, some politeness he’d accept instantly. His eyes, though, were hopeful, watching her.

“Scorpius will probably interrupt. He usually wants a glass of water exactly when I’m at a good part,” Draco said.

“Rose talks in her sleep. In French. It’s quite distracting,” Hermione said. When had she ever backed away from something daunting? Granted, she usually did some research first. Draco knew what a vol-au-vent was; she clearly wasn’t the only one who prepared. “It’s better than mine. She talks to Fleur and Gabrielle a lot.”

“I’m fluent,” he said. “In French and wheedling.”

“I’m good at pouring a glass of water wandless. I make the water take the shape of a dolphin going into the glass but I can do a Hippocampus too,” Hermione said.

“Are you hungry? I have apple slices and pesto egg muffin bites going begging,” he said, smiling. He had a sweet smile and a gleam in his eyes that was positively, gratifyingly filthy. She blushed, dropped her gaze from his.

“You’re a very pretty mummy, Hermione,” he said softly. “But it can be whatever you want, however you want. It can be maybe later, after you look at your calendar. Half-past never. Whatever’s easier—”

“I didn’t bring any snacks to the park and I have nothing planned for dinner unless we get Indian takeaway again. For the third time this week,” she said in a rush. “It would be easier to have someone else take care of dinner. I’m not picky, Rose isn’t either.”

“Bolognese or carbonara?” Draco asked. “Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy is made 98.2% from pasta. Don’t be deceived by the organic apple slices and pesto egg affectations.”

“Carbonara’s faster,” Hermione said.

“But what do you want?” Draco hit the you and want with a perfect balance of emphasis. It made her remember she was only twenty-four years old. Hermione, not only Madam Granger and Mummy and ‘Mione.

“Bolognese,” she said. She reached over, touched his hand where it rested beside his leg. He couldn’t mistake her intention. “Everyone calls her Rose, but I named her Roseline, from Shakespeare. Roseline’s the one Romeo liked first. She goes away. Lives her own life off-stage.”

“I had to pick a constellation. I wouldn’t do it again,” he said.

Ten years later, after a long day and a longer night, he arrived, only a little later than they’d planned and just as they’d hoped. They named him Hugo.

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summary: Theo and Draco found you ‘flirting’ with some boy at a party and they decide to show you who you belong to, but Draco has a soft spot for you, saving you from punishment. (2k)

WARNING: smut, edging, jealousy, rough (at first), daddy kink. (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Draco and Theo) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: soft!Draco Malfoy x Theodore nott x Fem!reader

Stephen Wiles came up to me giving me a pleasant smile, i gave one back. I had a few classes with him, but he was never really in my attention.

“Hello, what is someone like you doing here?” he asks, i raise an eyebrow.

“excuse me?” i ask, he holds up a hand.

“My apologies, i was just wondering why such a pretty girl like you is at a party alone.” he said, i had no idea why he only just randomly came up to me now.

“Um… i’m here with my boyfriends” i say warily, he gave a weird look.

“Oh so you like to be shared” he grinned, i scoff. What an idiot.

“By my boyfriends yes.” i say glaring at him, he gave me a pained look. Before i could say anything else i heard Draco call out to me.

“Y/n!” he called, i turn around and smile which he returned.

“Who are you?” he says nodding at Stephen, and Stephen did not seem to enjoy this he looked absolutely terrified.

“Um, Stephen Wiles…” he replied hesitantly, Draco gave Stephen an up and down glare before taking me away.

“Draco!,” i hissed “that was rude!” i say, Draco didn’t speak but when i saw Theo ahead i knew something was coming, literally.

But when i saw him head towards the dorms i knew i was DONE for. Draco had a tight grip on my wrist as he followed Theo but it was nothing too intense.

Theo disappeared into Draco’s dorm up ahead and when me and Draco came to the door he pushed me in. Theo looked pissed and Draco- well Draco always had a soft spot for me.

Theo was the one to now grab me pushing me to Draco’s bed, luckily Draco had not shared a room with anyone.

“Theo-“ i got cut of when he pushed me onto the bed making me yelp.

“Wanna tell us why you were talking to Wiles?” Theo said climbing onto the bed after me, my breath hitched.

“Not really” i say, well shit i’m fucking stupid.

“Hm,” Theo hummed, a small smirk appearing on his lips.

“Do you need a reminder of who you belong to? is that the problem here Y/n?” Theo asked, i heard Draco to my right and looked over at him with soft eyes. Theo gripped my chin turning my head to look at him, he knew what i was doing.

“Don’t look at him. i’m talking to you Y/n.” Theo said, i whine.

“huh, that must mean yes.” Theo said, i go wide eyed. Where’s Draco’s voice, why isn’t he talking.

He grabbed my wrists pulling them above my head and charming them to stay there, i glare at him, he knew i hated this.

“Bad girls don’t get to touch, understood?” he said when he noticed my look. My jaw goes slack and i contemplated is i should make this more hard on myself.

“Yes.” i whisper, i might as well listen.

Theo looked like he could devour me with his eyes, he settled between my legs and before i could comprehend it my clothes were gone. I groan as the cold air hits my hot and wet pussy.

“Should have known this would be getting you wet.” Theo mumbled shaking his head as he whispered a small ‘pathetic’.

Theo rubbed his warm hands up my body, one thing i adored about my boys was that they seemed to always have such warm hands. He leaned down taking no time in teasing my nipple, i whimper my back arching. Theo pulled my nipple with his teeth, letting go and smoothing over it with his hot tongue and then blowing onto it making me shudder. He moved to the next one, his index finger and thumb playing with my other one. Why was he so good at this?

He pulled back to observe me, he leaned back down kissing down my stomach. Oral? oh god. He left open mouthed kisses on my inner thighs i whined bucking my hips up, he chuckled harshly pushing my thighs down.

“remember, this is punishment love. Not a reward.” he said, it makes my stomach do flips. I knew Draco was next to me somewhere but i was too focused on Theo as he started to make out with my pussy.

My head threw back onto the pillow moaning, he showed no mercy as he sucked and bit on me. His tongue started plunging into my hole making me moan louder and my hips push down into his face.

His nose hit on my clit repeatedly and i began to feel the hot steam fill my stomach, i began to take in sharp breaths and my body began to lock up but he pulled away. I should have known, he knew my body way to well and he definitely wouldn’t let me cum so easily if he was ‘punishing’ me.

“Theo!” i whine, he grinned plunging two fingers into me making me cry. He enjoyed this way too much, and i knew it.

He leaned down to my neck kissing on it, licked a stripe up to right below my ear.

“Do you regret your actions princess?” he whispered next to my ear, sending shivers down my spine at the tone of his voice.

“Theo, please” i say in a broken whisper, he hums.

I feel my high approaching again and i try to conceal it so i can get it, but he knew of course.

“Don’t do that you slut.” he said aggressively, i whine when he took out his fingers roughly.

“Please! i wasn’t doing anything, i- i promise” i mumble, he shook his head giving a low dangerous laugh.

“You poor thing” he said, i whimper when he slaps my clit.

Before i could comprehend anything i felt a vibrator push down onto my pussy making me gasp and buck my hips.

“No no no, i- i can’t… please Theo i can’t keep going i need-“ my words get cut off short as i choke on a sob. Theo acted as though he didn’t even hear me.

He pushed it down harder onto my clit, i sob my back arching as tears roll down to my ears. And right as i thought he would let me he pulled away, i cry, i finally take a chance at looking over at Draco. He was seated on an arm chair that he must have brought from over by his couches. When he noticed my stare his eyes softened, i give him a sad face mouthing ‘please’ he gave me a stern look before i saw him stand from his chair. When i thought he was going to tell Theo i panicked but he didn’t.

“Alright Theo, i think she’s got the idea” Draco said, Theo looked up at me and glared. He leaned to next to my ear.

“Look who’s come to save you, be a good girl for him, yeah?” he said, i nod furiously making Theo smirk. He pulled back taking a look at my wrecked body.

“she’s all yours” Theo said before standing up and taking Draco’s seat on the chair, my breath hitched and my pupils dilated as Draco came onto the bed.

His clothes were vanished away, and he settled between my legs. He looked up at me and he gave me a sweet smile. He leaned forward kissing me, then kissing away my tears.

“Hello my pretty girl,” he whispered, i sob moving my hands that were still charmed above my head.

He looked up and my wrists were released, he took them in his hands placing gentle kisses to them and rubbing soft circles into the flesh. He placed them back down rubbing down my body.

I gasp when i feel his fingers slid up my folds, he kissed on my neck making my breath shudder.

“Draco…” i whisper, he hummed in acknowledgment.

“i know love, i know. i’ve got you” he whispered, Draco had loved being the one to finally let me release after a punishment, i thought it was because he liked to be favored but i could honestly care less in the heat of the moment.

He pumped himself a few times before i felt his tip at my entrance, he slowly sinked into me making me let out a brutal moan.

“Please please please” i rant out as he rubbed up my body, caressing it.

“Hey,” he whispered, i look into his eyes “it’s over, you’re okay, yeah? i’m gonna help you cum now alright” he said, i let out a sigh nodding.

He soon pulled out then rocked back into me making me flutter around him, he moaned at how wet and tight i was. He pulled at my hips and i wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him down to me.

“Shhh, be a good girl for me alright?” he whispered into my ear making me cry. His pace started to speed up making me groan, but his touch stayed as gentle as an angel.

His hands trailed up my body curling into my hair as he left soft kisses on my neck. He was now being brutal, his pace, his cock hitting so hard and deep inside me. More tears form in my eyes as i relish in the feeling of finally feeling so full, and how calm i felt knowing i was getting what i wanted.

“There we go, are you going to cum for me? hm? are you going to cum for daddy?” he asked, i whine letting out a small ‘yes’.

The familiar build in my stomach making my clit throb, he knew i was close and i knew he knew.

“look at my pretty girl, all wrecked for her daddy” he mumbled, i let out a cry.

And as i felt my self getting closer to the edge i also felt his thumb press down on my clit and his mouth bite on the one spot he knew made me tremble. I screamed out his name as my orgasm crashed down onto me.

“Ah fuck” he groaned, his pace getting faster before i felt his cum shooting into me making me moan.

“There we go” he whispered kissing my shoulder up to my lips, he smiled into it.

“Better?” he asked, i hum my mind still hazy. He rubbed my body his shirt nails scraping across my skin every now and then making me shiver. I felt another pair of lips on my forehead making me sigh.

“You did good love” Theo’s voice said, breaking through the silence in the room.

“You want a bath?” Draco asked, i shook my head.

“m’ too tired” i whisper, i felt him pull out of me making me whimper as his cum started dripping out of me. He casted cleaning charms for us, i felt Theo get onto the bed, he kissed me then kissing the back of Draco’s head that was nuzzled into my neck.

“Lesson learned” i mumble, both boys let out a small laugh.

“i’d hope so” Theo said, settling into the bed the lights in the room going off, he rested his head atop my head kissing it and his arm was thrown across mine and Draco’s piled body’s.

“Goodnight, love you guys” Theo whispered, me and Draco sleepily said it back.

We all drifted off to sleep i had never slept so peacefully in my entire life, i couldn’t have wished for better. They were perfect for me, they were all i needed in life.

AN: AHHHH ok so this is my first poly writing but i am absolutely OBSESSED with Draco Theo and Y/n. They make my heart explode.

edit: i have no idea what happened to this😭 it glitched and now all the words and paragraphs are duplicated it’s honestly so frustrating idk what happened so please ignore that

I got this dynamic of Draco being soft from @n0agranger and i wanted to make a little one shot about it! i absolutely loved how this turned out, and i’m so proud of it hopefully you guys will like it also!

#draco lucius malfoy #draco imagine #soft!draco malfoy #theodore nott #smut #fluff #soft sex #punishment #dragonott #polysexual #poly relationship #theo x y/n x draco

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Coping (pt 2/2)

I wrote part 1 as like a one shot microfic just to publish here but then I couldn't leave it at that ending. So go read part 1 if you haven't already. Thanks.

There Harry sat in the floor with his back against the couch and his head thrown back to rest against the cushion. He felt sorry for himself. He wondered why he'd let Draco go. He'd almost had the man who frequented his daydreams. He'd told him he loved him, words he'd been trying to figure out how to say since the day he realized they were true. He had put so much thought into the perfect way to tell Draco only for them to come out in a rejection.

Only Harry would manage to confess his love for and reject Draco at the same time. Only Harry would manage to do it all to Draco a day after he'd received news of his mother dying. And only Harry would manage to be selfish enough to sit in his floor, moping and feeling sorry for himself while Draco grieved the loss of his mother.

Not that Draco was grieving in that moment, he reminded himself. Draco was actually out making a mistake that would only make him feel worse in the morning. Going home with someone was Draco's favorite way to ignore his emotions. But those emotions would still be there when he was ready to leave his one night stand.

And so would Harry. He'd come back to Harry's in the morning, like he always did, and Harry would make him coffee, give him a Sober-Up potion and try to comfort him. Harry would try to get him to talk about his feelings but he never would. Instead he preferred to bottle up his emotions during the day and repeat the process at night. Typically this would go on for a few days until Draco finally decided to deal with how he was feeling, accepting Harry's comfort and offers to talk.

And Harry knew he would do it again this time. He'd be there for Draco, watch Draco choose meaningless hookups with other people over a conversation with Harry. He'd stick around while Draco stomped on his heart because he cares for Draco too much to leave him. The only difference was that this time Harry wouldn't wonder if Draco knew how he felt and was just ignoring it. He'd know that that was the case. This time he couldn't pretend Draco's rejection was actually obliviousness.

Harry wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there but it was at least a couple hours and he was content to stay for a couple more. He summoned the Firewhiskey, even opened it but never drank. He was exhausted, too exhausted to go up the stairs to bed.

Too exhausted to even notice that someone had come through his Floo until they were sitting beside him, mimicking his position.

Harry opened his eyes when he felt a shoulder against his. He turned his head to see silver blue eyes meeting his.

"Hey," Draco whispered.

"Hey," Harry lifted his head from the couch. "You're here?"

Draco nodded. "I got to the pub. Had a few drinks. Chatted up some guy and when we were about to leave to go to his place, I realized you were right. It wouldn't make me feel better."

Harry turned his body to face Draco. "So you came here." He frowned, confused.

"I started to think about what would make me feel better, what always makes me feel better." He trailed off, looking like he expected Harry to say something. When Harry didn't, he said, "You."

"Oh." Harry scolded himself internally for the dumb response. Here Draco was, saying all the right things and the best he could come up with was 'oh'?

Draco didn't seem to mind his response though. "I was hoping we could skip the part where I jump from stranger to stranger and instead go straight to the part where you make me breakfast and we talk?" He suddenly looked nervous, almost like he expected Harry to turn him away.

Harry was shocked silent. He wasn't entirely sure it was actually happening. His mind seemed to empty of all words in that moment.

"We don't have to. I can just leave. I understand if you're tired of comforting me. I just barged in without warning. I can go," Draco rambled to fill the silence.

"No!" Harry put his hand on Draco's leg to prevent him from leaving. "I mean, no. Stay. I'll go start that breakfast." He stood up from the floor and offered a hand down to Draco to help him up.

Draco took his hand with a grateful, tired smile. "Thanks, Harry."

And the two ate breakfast together, despite it being midnight. They talked about Draco's grief and Harry helped him process the loss as best he could. They didn't talk about Harry's confession. It didn't seem like the right time, but Harry thought he saw a difference in the way Draco looked at him, a good difference. Something Harry tucked away to consider addressing later. When they were out of words to say and tears to shed, it was nearly four am.

Draco decided to spend the night. Harry offered to sleep on the couch and give Draco his bed, but Draco didn't want to be alone. So Harry held him until he fell asleep in his arms. And it was perfect, absolutely perfect. A night Harry wouldn't soon forget.

#draco x harry #harry potter #drarry #part 2 #part 2/2 #sex is a bad coping mechanism #drarry fanfic #adult drarry #fanfic #microfic #drarry microfic #drarry angst

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