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charmoly-pi · 11 months

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a preview of my tomione fic

the concept: no time travel! the chamber of secrets occurs in the golden trio’s fifth year instead of their second year, and this time, harry does not stop diary riddle from consuming the soul of the diary’s victim (who is not ginny!). sixteen year old tom riddle is reborn, and he returns to hogwarts posing as a transfer student from durmstrang.

will riddle become a second dark lord, or will he instead become the order of the phoenix’s secret weapon?

perhaps if tom riddle was taught how to love and be loved, he would be saved from the dark path.

i’m on ao3 here, or have a peek below!

Chapter One:

Hermione, Harry and Ron’s fifth year had been positively horrid. It had begun with Harry’s story of the graveyard and Voldemort’s return. Whispers of lunatic and liar followed the trio’s every step. Then, Professor Umbridge, that toad, had been appointed to Hogwarts and Dumbledore forced into hiding. She had passed decree after decree, spreading her control over the school and squashing anything and everything that made life at Hogwarts fun. At least Harry had finally mastered occlumency, after one terrifying afternoon where he had seen a vision of Voldemort torturing Sirius in the Department of Mysteries. He had broken into Umbridge’s office and contacted Sirius through the fire, only to find him sitting in the kitchen, completely unharmed and berating Kreacher for injuring Buckbeak.

To compound this, a secret dungeon deep within the school called the Chamber of Secrets had been opened for the first time in over fifty years. Muggle-borns had been petrified left and right until finally the board of governors decided that the only person who had a chance at stopping all this was Dumbledore, and Umbridge had been removed from the castle, her bags thrown unceremoniously out of the doors behind her. The last week of term had been joyous: Dumbledore had returned, the attacks had ceased and the victims had been un-petrified. The castle had been celebrating wildly and even the professors joined in with the revelry. However, everyone, caught up in their delight, had promptly forgotten that the culprit responsible for opening the Chamber may still be walking among them.

On the very last day of school, a group of second-year Hufflepuffs’ excitement over the approaching holidays was dampened only slightly by the mysterious absence of their friend, Harper Greenford. Her bed had appeared untouched when her dormmates had woken up for breakfast (which was odd, as she was not known to be an early riser), and nobody had seen her since.

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Listening to a little girl’s troubles had been so very boring. She’d complained about painfully trivial matters such as the amount of homework Professor McGonagall assigned and how she worried that her friends were talking about her behind her back, but Tom had been patient, he’d been kind. He’d written back to her and given his sympathies and gained her trust. How dreadful all that sounds, he wrote. Wasn’t she glad that she had a friend she could confide in?

It was worth it, after all. Every day that she poured her soul into him he grew stronger, and in turn he poured a little of his own back into her, slowly taking control of her. He’d made her kill the roosters, whose cries could kill his basilisk; and release the beast onto her Mudblood peers. Finally, right at the end of the term, he’d made her descend into the Chamber herself so that his resurrection could be completed.

Tom stood in the middle of the dim Chamber. One could hardly believe that this place, with its moss-covered walls and damp, earthy scent was once the lair of Salazar Slytherin, the greatest wizard of all time. The crumpled form of the girl lay at his feet. Her brown hair fanned out beneath her where she lay, and the grimy floor had left dark smudges across her pale skin. The beating in her chest had ceased, and her body grew cold; meanwhile Tom’s veins flowed with blood for the first time in fifty years and it was a glorious thing to finally have a form. He’d been trapped inside that godforsaken diary for the better half of a century, but no longer.

He picked up her wand and twirled it in his fingers, marvelling at the feeling of the cool wood against his skin. He pointed the wand towards the far end of the Chamber and shot a curse at the enormous wall. He let out a cold laugh as fragments of stone exploded in the distance, and his exhilaration only swelled as he shot spell after spell into the darkness.

“FINALLY,” He yelled out, savouring the way it echoed around him. Finally … Finally … Finally ...

“I am Lord Voldemort, heir to Salazar Slythern, and this world will be mine.”

Tom had been planning his return since he’d been awoken when the girl had started writing in his diary, but he still hadn’t decided what to do about the other Lord Voldemort. He had pushed the Harper girl to tell him as much about the modern wizarding world as she knew. It seemed that after he had split his soul into the diary, the later-Tom had begun to amass a following of dark witches and wizards and attempted to conquer Britain. He had disappeared following his attempt to kill the Harry Potter boy, but despite what the young girl had written, Tom was sure that Voldemort hadn’t actually died. Tom could seek him out and the two of them would make a powerful team, that was certain - they would be unstoppable. But would the other Lord ever share his power? Would Tom himself be willing to share?

For now, he would watch over the Potter boy and attempt to discern why he posed such a threat to the Dark Lord’s power, as the boy may prove to be a threat to Tom as well - or even a potential ally. For that, Tom would have to return to Hogwarts. He supposed it was inevitable anyhow; despite being trapped in that horrid diary for fifty years, Tom was still merely sixteen. He had no money, no home, and he suspected that he may still carry the Trace.

Tom’s stomach twisted with shame to admit it, but he had spent the past year thinking about the castle almost as much as he had dreamed about his plans for ascending to power. Although bored by his pathetic peers who could barely tell a Red Cap from a Hinkypunk, Tom missed his lessons. He missed being a prefect - the first role of responsibility he’d ever been trusted with. He especially missed the library, with its towering shelves of books that whispered with centuries of knowledge. He would spend hours there, pouring through books, and no one would dare interrupt him. Hogwarts was his home, and he was looking forward to his return.

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The sun had long disappeared below the horizon on the last night of the school year, yet instead of relaxing with a hot cup of cocoa, Albus was pacing around his study. His old Persian rugs practically had a path worn into them from his years of walking to and fro.

A letter lay open on his desk, its lines of frantic writing smudged by worried teardrops and shaking hands. It was from the parents of a second-year student called Harper Greenford, who had written to Albus about how their daughter had not returned back on the Hogwarts Express.

He had ordered a thorough search of the school and the grounds, yet she was nowhere to be found.

The girl was a half-blood but still Albus suspected that her disappearance must be connected to the Chamber of Secrets. After all, the culprit had not been caught despite the recent lull in attacks. It seemed impossible for the school to reopen the following year while the heir of Slytherin may still be hiding within the midst of the innocent students.

The Ministry of Magic would have to be contacted the following morning if the girl still hadn’t been found, and arrangements would have to be made for the fate of the school and its students. Albus’ heart ached for his pupils; they had been through so much already.

His anxious pacing was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was rare for one of the teachers to call on him so late at night unless there was an emergency.

“Come in,” he called, seating himself behind his large oak desk and interlocking his fingers. The portraits on the walls hastily adopted acts of sleep, although their snores were slightly too loud to be believed.

Across the threshold stepped a tall teenage boy with neatly combed dark hair, high cheekbones, and eyes that were as dark as the night sky outside. Albus supposed he must have drunk a few too many goblets of Madam Rosmerta’s delicious mulled mead at the leaving feast because this boy looked like … But it wasn’t possible …

“Good evening, Sir,” said the boy in that cold voice that had haunted Albus for the better half of the last century. “I suppose you remember me? I’m not surprised that they named you Headmaster after Dippet.”

The horribly familiar individual sat down in the chair before the desk and watched Albus carefully, his face betraying nothing of his intentions. Despite the warm June weather, it felt as if a gust of icy wind had been let into Albus’ study.

The hair on the back of Albus’ neck stuck up and he felt as though something cold were trickling down his spine. Little surprised Albus anymore, but this, the renewed existence of this boy - it shocked him.

“Tom Riddle,” uttered Albus in a soft voice that threatened to shake. “Ah, but that is not possible. Tom Riddle grew into Lord Voldemort a long time ago.”

“Yes, I thought we might face some confusion there, so I’ve come to explain,” Tom leaned in closer to the desk and spoke with practised words. “Lord Voldemort placed a memory of his teenage self in a diary. A diary which would instruct one how to open the Chamber of Secrets. It was I, through a second year girl called Harper Greenford, who opened the Chamber once again. You see, she had been pouring her soul into the diary all year and it caused me to grow stronger and more powerful. Today, I instructed her to come down into the Chamber, and as she gave up the last of her soul, I once more gained a solid form.”

“Yes, the girl is dead,” he stated, seeing the look of grief that spread over Albus’ weary face.

Tom didn’t seem to realise it, but he had let slip some crucial details in his monologue. Albus had suspected that Lord Voldemort had created horcruxes, and the existence of this diary seemed to confirm his suspicion. The only question that remained was whether the diary had been the only one, or merely the first of many.

“So why is it that you have come to my office, Tom? I assume you were not merely looking for a conversational partner.” Albus offered him a strained smile, although he was feeling anything but jovial.

“I’ve come to ask you to allow me to return to Hogwarts for my sixth year,” he responded. Tom’s hands were clenched on the desk and his knuckles were turning white. Tom was practised in maintaining a straight face to cover his true emotions, but his hands had always been his tell: he was nervous.

“And why would I allow that?” asked Albus, peering at Tom over his half-moon spectacles. If this really was Tom Riddle, then there was now a second threat to the safety of the wizarding world. But this was merely a teenage boy, he was not yet the evil dark wizard of his later self. Albus could not simply strike him down on the spot, that would go against all Albus stood for. Perhaps it was safer - beneficial, even, to have this boy under Albus’ own watchful eye. Perhaps … perhaps there was a chance to reform young Tom, to bring him to their own side and use him as a weapon against Lord Voldemort. There was a muggle saying about enemies of enemies …

Albus always tried to see the best in people, so he believed that maybe if this boy was shown the love Lord Voldemort never had been, perhaps Tom would turn out differently. Perhaps Albus would be able to uncover the heart that Tom had tried so desperately to hide.

“Because if the Dark Lord learnt of my existence he would see me as a threat and kill me. This is the only safe place for me.” Tom replied, his dark eyes watching Albus’ reaction carefully, glimmering with a sort of desperation he rarely revealed.

Tom continued on. “Despite the continued ignorance of the Ministry, it seems that a war is coming. I could be useful to you. No one knows the Dark Lord like myself.”

Albus knew there was truth in that. Lord Voldemort would know of the power and potential of his younger self and would be threatened. Voldemort was a lone creature, he would never team up with the boy. No, he wanted all the power for himself and would not be willing to share. He loathed being reliant on anyone or anything. Albus had a duty to protect this teenage boy like any other - he was still an underage wizard and Albus could not in good conscience allow him to walk to his death outside of the castle walls.

“So you do not seek to find Lord Voldemort and join his ranks?” Albus asked, analysing Tom’s expression carefully. The portraits surrounding the study had long forgotten their act of sleep and were listening attentively. Some had even jostled into their neighbours’ frames and were whispering loudly to one other.

“Of course not, and he would not allow it. All I wish for is to complete my schooling and to be given another chance at life. I don’t know where along the track my later self went dark, but I am still merely a teenage wizard who wants the same as any other: to learn.” Tom straightened in his chair before Albus and looked at him with an open honesty. “Please do not allow your knowledge of my other self to corrupt your view of me.”

Albus observed Tom for several long moments. They both sat in perfect silence, the only noises came from the portraits and the whirs and clicks from the magical instruments lining the shelves.

“So, what to do?” Albus moved his gaze to the upset sky outside the ornate window. A storm was brewing and the summer air was tense and electric.

“I understand your situation and I do not wish to send you into harm's way.” Albus continued, folding his hands on the desk. “For this reason, I will indeed allow you to attend Hogwarts. But you must assure me that you will not open the Chamber of Secrets again. I know you were the culprit fifty years ago, and I am headmaster now, not Professor Dippet, so your actions will not evade my notice.”

“Of course, Sir.” Tom replied quickly. His pale face brightened and his fists relaxed. “I completely understand. I will be on my best behaviour.”

“Additionally, you must instruct us on how to find and enter the Chamber. The girl’s body needs to be returned to her family for the funeral.” The family of the poor girl would be devastated, Albus dreaded having to write the letter.

Tom’s face went tense at the thought of revealing the location of his precious Chamber, yet he nodded, “of course, Sir.”

“I will be watching you closely. Any indication that you have foregone your promises and I will not delay your removal from the school. Evidently you have nowhere to stay these holidays, so for this one time I will allow you to remain at Hogwarts, but you will be under constant supervision from the teachers and will assist them in their duties over the break. For now, you can return to the Slytherin dorms and stay there. Be warned, I will place a charm over the entrance to ensure that you aren’t wandering the castle at night. Goodnight, Tom.”

Tom stood and gave a small smile of thanks, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes (his smiles never did) and he exited the office quietly.

At once the portraits burst into protest.

“Madness. Absolute madness, I say!”

“The boy is lying! The evil scoundrel.”

“You are too soft! If I were still headmaster I would have him shackled to the dungeon wall and beaten for his nerve.”

Albus held up a hand to silence them. “My decision is final. I cannot throw a young wizard into harm’s way, no matter their past, or in this case, future. He may even turn out to be a blessing in the war that fast approaches us. Now, more than ever, we need to promote unity within the magical community because it is only through love and acceptance that we can defeat the dark. I do not wish to debate this issue any longer.”

The portraits recognised this as a lost battle and fell silent.

Placing the boy in Slytherin had seemed the best choice to Albus. Of course, there was the risk that he would find supporters within their pureblood ranks, but there was even more risk of placing him in another house. Gryffindor was out of the question. It would be unthinkable to have him sleep in the same dormitory as Harry Potter, where, despite Tom’s promises to do good, it would be all too easy for him to harm Harry. Neither Filius nor Pomona were part of the Order, so Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were also unideal options as their Heads of House could not be confided in about the true nature of Tom Riddle and therefore could not watch over him in the proper way. In Slytherin, Severus would be able to keep a close eye over the boy as was required. Albus saw the potential in young Tom, but he was not fool enough to trust him.

Allowing Tom to remain at Hogwarts for the holidays was also the safest option. For now, he required constant supervision which could not be provided by a working wizarding family. Alternate arrangements for the following holidays could be made later when the boy’s trustworthiness was established and there was more time.

There still lay many difficulties in the issue of Horace and Hagrid, who would both remember Tom. He had been a brilliant student, and Hagrid, having been caught and accused by Tom of opening the Chamber, was sure to not have forgotten his face, even over the decades. Albus hated having to do this, but there was no other option for it: he would have to alter their memories of the boy. He knew that if they realised who Tom was, they would be blinded by the horror of his other selve’s actions and may act rashly. Perhaps this would all turn out to be a blessing. Tom could be the key to defeating Lord Voldemort - after all, he had said it himself: no one knew his weaknesses like Tom himself.

Albus reached for a blank scroll of parchment and with a heavy heart he began to write a letter to the deceased girl’s parents. The sky broke open with a crack, and the pouring of rain accompanied the scratches of his quill as he wrote late into the night.

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hxuse-xf-black · 2 years

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Draco, narrating: This is Pansy. Pansy loves her personal space.

Draco, still narrating: This is Hannah. Hannah also loves Pansy's personal space.

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dannydevitosdiary · 2 years

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Posting my favorite TikTok’s so I can delete them from my phone part 49/?

#tiktok #tik tok #harry potter #draco malfoy #lucius malfoy #tom felton #jason isaacs #video

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flourish-and-firebolts · 1 year

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Tik Tok made me hate the HP community...I'm still a Potterhead though

#harry potter #tik tok #dracotok #matteo riddle #slytherins #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #marauders era #sirius black #moonstar #james potter #remus lupin #jegulus #regulus black

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simblreeen · 2 years

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Made some of the Main cast of Harry Potter as Sims over on my TikTok (@_simblreen)

#harry potter #harry/draco #hp fanfic #sims 4 #sims 4 maxis match #sims 4 cc #sims 4 edit #tik tok

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garfieldsladybird · 2 years

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I tried to write your name in the rain, But the rain never came, So i made with the sun.

The shade, Always comes at the worst time.

#peak draco tok #Spotify #garfields songs 🎙

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softly-potter · 1 year

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Iniquity | Part XI

Summary: Draco's having a hard time coping with the world post-war, and he uses sex and alcohol to get by. It never occurred to him that Hermione might be coping in a similar fashion.

Pairing: Draco X Hermione

Word Count: 17,065

Warning: smut

Part XI

December 5th, 2000

When Pansy shows up at his flat after a particularly grueling shift, Draco thinks he can just combust from frustration. Granger is due any minute, and he did not particularly want Pansy colliding with her. He feels it can possibly become a messy incident, and he deeply wants to avoid that.

"Look, I just want to talk," Pansy pleads, her bob bouncing as she looks up at him, hands pressed together.

"Not a chance," he replies, crossing his arms. "Hermione will be here momentarily, and I'd rather you not be here when she arrives." At the mention of the Gyrfindor's name, Pansy tenses, her eyes narrowing.

"Fine," she huffs, taking a step back. "Tomorrow?" Draco gives her a pointed look and she sighs. "I just want to put the past behind us. We can still be friends, honest. I've actually been seeing someone else recently, but I want to make sure there's no bad blood between us."

At the revelation of Pansy seeing someone else, he curls up an eyebrow. "Interesting. That bit about you 'not giving up on me' was a bluff, perhaps?"

Pansy rolls her eyes, and he notices her nibbling ferociously on her bottom lip. "I suppose," she replies, her voice quiet. "I'm just protective of what's mine, Draco."

"I'm not yours, Pansy. Not anymore."

Aside from her mouth, she stills, her dark eyes wide and sweat is beading at her hairline. Draco cocks his head to the side, giving her the once over. She looks rather ill when he really peers at her. Her normally perfect hair is uneven, the ends slightly frayed, and her mouth is chapped, her forehead and brow damp.

"I know, I know," she mumbles, her voice stranded, and before he can question her more, she Apparates away.

"I swear, Susan is an absolute wonder. I don't know how she can smooth-talk a 100-year-old wizard into purchasing not one, not two, but three copies of the same book," Hermione laughs.

Draco leans against the headboard of his bed, watching her naked post-sex form riffle through his dressing drawer and slip on one of his tops. He wants to tell her he cannot possibly focus on a bloody thing coming out of her mouth when she looks absolutely delectable in his clothing, the hem of the shirt resting just below her buttocks and the sleeves a few times too large for her arms.

"She's a protege," Hermione continues, scooping her massive curls into a pile atop her head. "I think hiring her was one of the best decisions Mayjoy has made."

"You mean one of the best decisions you have made," Draco interjects, watching as Hermione climbs back into bed, leaning into his side. He presses a light kiss to her hairline, and she intertwines their fingers together in her lap, curling her legs under her.

"Draco..." she says, her voice soft as she strokes his hand. "I want you to know I appreciate everything you do. You've grown quite tremendously since our time at Hogwarts and...well, you've really changed. You're a massive help at the shop and I actually..." she pauses, and he knows she's searching for the correct terminology. "I actually enjoy spending time with you. I have...fun. A lot more fun than alcohol or random hookups could ever give me."

He tries not to ponder on the idea of Hermione's previous partners, as he has no leg to stand on in that department, but he secretly hopes she finds him better than any of the men that came before him.

"Good. I'm...glad," he replies awkwardly, and she turns her face to press a soft kiss to his chest. He sniffs, wrinkling his nose at the smell of wine still present between them, but ignores it when she snuggles into him even further.

They stay like that, wrapped in each other's arms, Draco burying his face into her honey-sweet hair until sleep overtakes her. He can tell she is asleep by the change in her breathing, the soft sighs drawing out and her hand is limp on his chest. He holds his breath, afraid that if he moves, she'll awake and gather her clothes and this perfectly mundane moment will end. Craning his neck so that his eyes focus on the slightly peeling paint of the ceiling, he realizes he doesn't want it to end, not now, not ever. He'd empty the rest of his finances if it meant she'd stay every night, pressing her small frame into his side, her wild curls covering his ability to see.

Slowly, Draco casts his face downward, trying to take a peek at the sleeping witch beside him. Lifting his left hand, he cups her cheek gently, rubbing his thumb beneath her eye. The tenderness he exudes to her almost shocks him; he never thinks he can ever feel this strongly to a female, much less the female he bullied relentlessly as an addocsent. The thought makes him shudder.

"What time is it?" she asks sleepily, her lashes opening.

Noticing his palm on her face, she looks between his hand and his expression, a smile tugging at her mouth. "Hermione..." Draco says, and her brows lift at the use of her name. He pauses, takes a breath, then opens his mouth again. "I am so terribly sorry. I don't think I can ever express how sorry I am."

She gives him a quizzical look, and presses her lips to his wrist and his breath catches. "For what?"

Flashes of Hogwarts run through Draco's mind. The name calling at the Hogwarts Express, taunting at the bleachers during quidditch matches. He hears her screams as his aunt cut into her flesh, the obscene words forever etched into her arm, and he grimaces.

"For everything," he replies, his voice low. "For not being a decent fucking person. For watching you get tortured, for verbally torturing you all those years ago. I didn't know better, but I should have, and...I'm sorry."

The apology tastes like ash in his mouth. It wasn't enough; words could never be enough to mend the pain he had caused her for all those years. It could not erase the evil he had done, the harm he had allowed to happen. He should be thanking his lucky stars she even lets him get this close to him.

"Thank you," she replies, eyes watching him cautiously. "That means...a great deal."

They fall silent, Hermione's eyes stuck on his face as he avoids her gaze, instead staring intently at their hands. Leaning forward, she cages his face with her fingers, forcing him to look at her and she laughs lightly. The sound is sweet, like church bells on Easter morning. He hopes he can hear it again.

And then she kisses him, her lips a mix of wine and sleep, and as he kisses her back, his hands moving into her hair, he thinks he can almost drown in her if he tries.

#dramione #draco tok #draco x hermione #soft draco

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legally-lupin · 10 months

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Why are you looking at me like that ? Mattheo riddle x Fem!Reader

Slytherin reader

Made this Based off on an edit I made for tik tok ;) (__nxtx__)

You walked to potions. Once again late. Luckily professor snape likes you as you never get detention.

As you entered you noticed Snape wasn’t there and quickly sat down next to Mattheo who smiled softly at you. You quickly got your books out and smiled back at him

“Hey your late again?” He whispered as he took down notes

“Nothing new” you smiled

“Miss l/n you didn’t think I wouldn’t have noticed you come in?” His deep voiced made your eyes widened he the professor cocked a brow

“Sorry professor I was up late doing assignments” you sheepishly smiled as you handed him the assignment

“I’ll accept it” you hear a bunch of Gryffindors mumble

“Silence 10 points from Gryffindor for your childishness” you saw potter glare at you

“What the hell is potters problem?” You spat his last name like it was poison Mattheo clearly amused bumped shoulders with you chuckling.

“He’s just jealous because he got detention for 3 days and you got off with nothing but a smile” Draco said smirking

“Today we are brewing draught of living death. You will be put into pairs. First pair to succeed gets rewarded 50 points. Each” snape read out the pairs

“Y/n your with Mr.Riddle today” you nodded smiling at the boy

“Mattheo I expect you learn from y/n and do not blow up another cauldron and waste my inventory” Y/n snickered as her friend nodded frantically.

You followed the book and used a few tips professor snape taught you a while ago with the potion. Mattheo tried chopping a

beans but one went flying hitting Ron on the head.

“Ow! Who the bloody hell did that” the ginger looked around the room rubbing his head. You grabbed Mattheos arm to steady yourself from laughing too hard. He leaned into you. You took a deep breath to compose yourself from all that laughing.

“You supposed to squish it not chop” you took the knife demonstrating it

“But the book says cho-“

“The book is wrong in some parts. This is a easier technique a wise man taught me this trick” professor snape heard your words when coming over to asses your potion

“You two are doing great 20 points to Slytherin. Keep it up” a small smile came from the professor as he strutted over to tell off the Gryffindors

As you stirred the potion you felt Mattheo staring. You looked up at smiled cheesily

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You laughed as all you got as a response was a big smile

“Can’t I look at a pretty lady?” He cocked his head to the side taking one of your muggle pens and putting it in his mouth smirking

“Don’t chew them. They will explode” you inputted as you continued you stir the potion until you thought it was done a blush slowly settled on your cheeks. he quickly took it out with wide eyes

“Explode? How are you allowed these in here?” You laughed at his response

“Noo not like that the ink will come out that’s all” a wave of relief hit him as he put it back in his mouth

“Y/n?” You hummed in response attention still on the bubbling Potion

“I know this is an odd place to ask this. But you would like to go on a date with me this weekend. To Hogsmeade?” You we’re about to respond when all of a sudden Mattheo was covered in red ink from biting down on the pen nervously.

“Oh Mattheo!” You quickly grabbed a wet cloth and cleaned his face.

“What did I tell you about biting it” the boy just sighed slightly embarrassed and still nervous

“As for your question… yes I will go with you” you cleaned his mouth slowly. Your eyes meeting his he grinned. Teeth all red

“It’s a date” you smiled brightly

“Mr.Riddle what have you done now?!” Professor snape sighed looking at the mess

“Well you two were the first to complete the potion 150 points to Slytherin” the class groaned as you hugged Mattheo getting red ink on your blouse.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle #mattheo x y/n #mattheo x you #slytherinboysxreader #slytherin reader #hp imagines #hp x reader #mattheo riddle fanfic

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chocotacoshawtybae · 4 months

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(NOT MY VIDEO‼️‼️)

anyone else miss dracotok too?? 😭😭

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s1ater · 2 years

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hot and thirsty.

pairings. slytherin boys x fem!reader

about. you would have thought lorenzo would win the dumbest drunk of the year, but blaise proves you wrong.

warnings. foul language

ricky rocks. i got this idea from a tik tok comment 😭

“will you just fucking cooperate, blaise.”

“why’re you feeling me up like that, mate? i always knew you wanted to fuck me.”

“for fucks sake, perv!” draco shoves blaise off and onto the couch, his face going flush and his look of frustration turning into irritation. “no one here is trying to feel you up.”

to say draco’s patience with drunk people ran low real fast—was an understatement. especially when it came to blaise and enzo, but lucky for him, blaise was the only one shitfaced tonight.

it had to be one in the morning when you had all finally dragged blaise by his collar out of the ravenclaw party. you were surprised none of you had gotten kicked out of the party because that’s how the night always ended, but like said before, blaise was the only one drinking… which you were also surprised by.

“i’m highly surprised you would even say that to me. many women and men would love to feel me up, would even pay,” he eyes draco strangely, like he’s utterly disgusted that draco would diss him like that. “the question is, draco, would anyone want to feel you up, huh? i’m guessing no since you’re with me tonight.”

draco is so obviously done by the way he stares at blaise, it makes you smile, wandering to blaise’s side who now stands, challenging the blonde to say something else.

“whatever, i’m going to bed,” he waves him off, turning on his heel to head up the stairs. “don’t do anything stupid.”

“that’ll be a hard one,” enzo claps his hands before rubbing them together in thought, already formulating a plan on settling the night down. you were surprised by this, lorenzo was usually one to keep the night going, but by the way his sober eyes stared at blaise made you think he more than ready to end it. “let’s get you a glass, right mate?”

“glass of what?” blaise perks up at this idea, almost running to enzo’s side at the recommendation. “i prefer fire whiskey, but a little bourbon, vodka, anything really wouldn’t be minded.”

“i think he means water, sweetheart,” theodore pats his shoulders as he slumps onto one of the couches, “you’ve had more than enough fire whiskey, and everything that you don’t mind tonight.”

you were surprised theo hadn’t followed draco right up those stairs for sleep—he usually was always the first one to tap out from a night out, mostly due to his short tolerance of everyone’s drunk or tipsy state. he almost never drank, he found public intoxication embarrassing and when he did, it was rare and only with your small group.

“sweetheart?” blaise hiccuped, now uneven on his feet as he stared down at theodore. “now you boys are all over me tonight,” he hiccups again, squinting as he tumbled a bit backward while tempting to raise his arms in expression. “don’t worry, there’s enough blaise zabini to go around.”

“isn’t there always?”

“y/n, love, why don’t you get blaise a cup?”

“me,” you raised your brows, surprised to be even noticed in this moment. “oh, i couldn’t, enzo, i’m far too wasted.”

he scowled knowing you were bullshitting, because you hadn’t drank a drop that night and you really just didn’t want to move from your very comfortable spot on the couch.

“oh for fucks sake,” he rolls his eyes.

“you all left rather early,” your heads all turn to see mattheo strolling through the entrance of the common room looking rather disheveled compared to the last time you had all seen him. it made you bite down on your lip to suppress a grin as you shared a look with theodore.

mattheo was very much a drinker despite what he liked to think. although he could handle himself very well and he was far from a light weight—once he got into some fire whiskey, he was gone and always found himself in some trouble. more specifically with a girl.

“i’d say we left rather late,” theo corrected, giving him a knowing smile.

“oh.”

“mattheo, since you’re already up, will you get blaise some water?”

“sure man,” he nodded, wringing the loosely fit tie further away from his neck before looking to theodore, a ghost of a grin lining his lips. “theodore, want to come with?”

“sure.”

they were definitely gossiping. they always did after a party and it was your favorite thing because despite mattheo only ever telling theodore these things, it always made its way back to you because theodore could never keep his mouth shut around you.

you watched theo carefully as he got up and met mattheo’s side before immediately conversing.

“such girls,” enzo shook his head before slouching onto the spot next to you, his head leaning backward in exhaustion. “y’know, i hate being sober. fucking sucks.”

you laugh quietly, shaking your head, “it’s not terrible. it’s actually quite easier when you’re not wasted and threatening to throw up when any minor inconvenience happens to you.”

“shut up,” he shakes his head but still smiles. “it’s not too late to start drinking.”

“amen brother!”

“for you, it is,” enzo’s finger stabs the air at blaise’s voice that sounds randomly around the room. “you need to go to bed.”

he stays silent at that and you wonder what’s going through his mind till he speaks it; “it’s real hot in here, do you all feel it?”

“what are you going on about now,” lorenzo looks up at him, highly irritated while blaise roams around the room, an idea obviously pinned in his mind.

“it’s fucking hot. i might start stripping,” he was already taking off his shirt and there really was nothing either of you could do.

“yeah, you do that man,” enzo lays his head back down against the back of the couch. he didn’t have to worry if blaise was entertaining himself.

nights like this often played out like that; half of you that were sober would end up passing out on the common room couches as blaise and most likely lorenzo and whoever else that was wasted—entertained themselves with random trinkets they found around the room; most likely breaking something.

“awh! we’re looking for water aren’t we? well i have such a fantastic solution, why didn’t we think of this sooner?”

the tone of his voice made you frown, popping your head up slowly as you looked for blaise around the room, “what are you on about—blaise stop!”

you had never hopped to your feet so fast at the sight of blaise attempting to pry open a window before becoming successful, where immediately, water started flowing through the opened crack.

“you fucking fool, what is going through your mind?!”

you can see him fall to his ass as he giggles, watching both you and lorenzo run to shut the window. your finger tips pry against the metal lining of the window, trying to jerk it back into its place, but the pressure of water pouring into the room proved a strong resistance that made movement of the window almost impossible.

“did you forget where exactly we were, you fucker?!”

lorenzo towered over you, attempting the same, but failed just as you did till finally the window sliced through the water like a knife and moved so easily back into its place, closing the gate.

you sighed in relief, turning to slide down the wall where you now saw mattheo and theodore with their wands out with shocked expressions. awh, that’s why it had finally moved.

“dear god, blaise, are you stupid?!“

“save the insults, i just want my glass.”

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roonilwazlibimagines · 3 months

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bitch - d.m x female!reader

Blurb: she changes the settings on draco's phone to change the word babe to bitch (kinda modern!au)

Word Count: 0.6k

A/N: yeah i am obsessed with slytherin boys react on tik tok sue me but if you like this and want to see more of it lemme know :)).

Masterlist | i have a full imagine of draco being the annoying one and this is the same draco in my mind

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“I swear I was trying to say babe, I would never call you something like that, you know that right?”

“Just give it up, Draco, I know you were trying to be funny, but it wasn’t.” She pouted, hoping he would be able to hear it through the phone.

“I wasn’t trying to be funny!” She knew he was running a hand through his hair, making the tips flick up in a weird way that made her wish she was there to fix it.

“Your phone can’t just change the words you type.”

“Princess, I swear I will leave work right now just to show you.”

The issue was, she knew he would if she didn’t put it to rest and as much as she loved teasing him, she didn’t want to make such a fuss.

“Please say something.” She sighed at his words, pretending to think about the situation.

“I’m sorry,” she giggled out nervously.

“What? Why?”

“I thought it would be funny to change the settings on your phone and-”

“You did this?”

“Yes.” She bit the corner of her lip nervously.

“You’re the worst.”

She let out a small giggle as she said, “but I’m hilarious.”

“Debatable.” She could hear him sigh.

“So,” she hummed, dragging out the end of her word, “will you still pick me up tonight?”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I love you lots,” she blew a bunch of kisses into the microphone.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, “I love you too, see you tonight, babe.”

As soon as she opened the door she put her palm out flat.

“Give it to me?”

Draco laughed as he took his shoes off and made his way into her house.

“Give you what?” She scoffed as she stepped aside to let him in, moving her hands to her hips.

“Your phone.”

“Why?”

He moved over to the dining table, pulling a seat out to sit on it, noticing her bare feet and purse half empty resting next to him.

“So I can change it back,” she whined walking over to him and pouting.

“Change what back?” He was wearing a faux innocent look that made her roll her eyes, much to her boyfriend’s amusement.

“Draco,” she said, “I miss when you were begging for my forgiveness.”

“You know what I want to know?” He asked, ignoring her last statement and looking up at her as she raised an eyebrow, her fingers digging into the flesh on her hips. “How did you get my phone in the first place?”

She shrugged her shoulders, copying his innocent act. “I don’t know, maybe you shouldn’t leave your phone on the bedside table when you shower.”

“Wow,” he chuckled, “too bad if I had something private on there.” He was trying to act offended but the way the corner of his lip quirked up told her otherwise.

She snorted, moving her hands to fold them across her chest. “What do you have to hide from me?”

“What if I was planning a surprise for you?” He retaliated knowing she had a point.

“For what?” There was no special event coming up for months and even if her boyfriend always made an effort for her, there was no way he was this organised.

“Just because I love you.”

She giggled, leaning down over him to press a soft kiss on his pretty lips.

“I love you too.”

When she pulled away she put her palm out flat again and this time Draco handed it over, sighing as he leant to his side to get the device out of his pocket.

“I assume you don’t need my password.” She rolled her eyes, as if he hadn’t proudly told her that his password was her birthday the second he changed it over.

She tapped furiously on his phone, feeling his gaze on her as she changed it back.

He shuffled to his side when she handed it back to him, a beaming smile gracing her pretty features.

“Alright, now finish getting ready, we have a reservation.”

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delacoursshp · 6 months

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okay i was gone for a little TOO long.. this was also kind of rushed, but i hope it still satisfies you lovesss

requested: yes / no.

𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛draco malfoy x fem reader

- use of y/n, teasing/mean draco, y/h = your house, they're in snapes class🤭.

warnings: explicit content, 18+, teasiiinngg, quickie, almost getting caught, handjob? use of nicknames, riding, p in v

"..as to which, amortenia, has been strictly suggested to be-"tok! draco pinched your head urging you to wake up from your nearing deep sleep. you jumped and looked at him, a you-have-been-warned scowl planted on your face.

"what?" you mouthed at him angrily.

the platinum haired boy just grinned at you, leaning into his seat with his eyes still on you. you eyed him up and down nastily, before deciding to return your attention back to the professor.

what felt like 2 minutes passed, and draco just couldn't sit still and bloody shut up for that short amount of time.

"y/n."

you ignored the boy, brows furrowing at his attempt at breaking your attention from class, which could lead to an extra 2h potions lesson with professor snape.

"y/n. y/n." he whispered in a slightly louder tone.

"okay, what?" you sighed.

"look down."

you followed his gaze, seeing your wand fell out of your pocket.

"go on then, pick it up." draco broke the silence.

you were curious as to why draco wanted you to pick up YOUR wand so badly, but ignored that thought for a moment.

before your fingertips could reach the wooden object, you shivered at a sudden cold touch on your thigh. it felt like metal, like rings.

dracos hand was rubbing your thigh. no, DRACOS hand was rubbing YOUR THIGH. as much as you'd hate to admit it, his simple touch was turning you on embarassingly quick. you quickly snatched your wand from the floor and tried to focus on snape again, side-eyeing draco inbetween the process.

draco seemed to be focused on professor snape aswell, but you could turn that assumption down quickly as his hand moved up, slowly lifting your skirt up.

you suddenly became very aware of your surroundings. nobody was looking but it did feel like it. your breathing quickened, as did your heartpace with dracos rings ghosting past your now damp underwear.

"draco.." you whispered. he ignored your call for his name, reacting with a smirk as his eyes still didn't change direction.

his thumb somehow found your clothed clit, and rubbed it harshly, making you gasp. the class fell silent as snape slowly turned to you and draco, walking towards your table with his hands glued behind his back.

"miss y/n. my lesson isn't that atrocious to you, is it?" snape firmly questioned. your lips were sewed shut as the class waited in fear of what you were gonna reply with, the feeling of humiliation that formed in your belly growing only worse. it was a miracle nobody saw dracos hand resting between your thighs.

snape softly scoffed, "my point... there's no need to audibly express your emotions here. 10 points from y/h."

snape coldly strutted away as you let out a breath you had been unconsciously holding. that was too close. draco had to scratch his nose to hold back a chuckle. seeing this, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

your dainty hand went to go rest on his now-growing bulge, making that mean smirk vanish off his face. you squeezed his pants, maintaining your gaze at snape. his breath hitched at this, making you almost laugh at his sudden submissive state.

you attempted to unbutton his pants, but he was quick to stop you.

"shit.. not here." he whispered shakily.you looked at him innocently, waiting for him to do anything after that sentence.

riiiiing!

thank god.

draco was out of his seat in a second, and rushed you to do the same. he yanked you out of your seat as you finished packing your bags and ran towards the boys restroom.

"draco, we have cla-" you warned, but draco shushed you, and once arrived at the destination, pressed his rosy lips onto your soft, pillowy ones.

the kiss quickly turned into a messy, hungry make-out session. the long, hidden lust for eachother was finally given to the both of you.

draco held you firmly by the hips as he walked you into one of the stalls. "fuck, darling. made me wait so fucking long." he panted, you grinning at his needy words.

he sat himself on the toilet, shoving his pants and boxers off immediately. you gasped, staring eyes-widened at his genitals. he roughly shoved you into his lap, your soaked undies pressed onto the tip of his cock. you closed your eyes, your swollen lips parting at the sensation. "mmh, take your underwear off, love."

you did exactly what he said, being equally as desperate. he eyed your every movement, unpatiently rubbing and squeezing your buttcheeks. as your sex was now completely exposed, your legs automatically tried to close.

draco held them open, smirking at the sight before him. he grabbed your hips and harshly sank you down on his cock- "fuck!- i- draco!" you yelled at the painful, yet pleasant stretch. you slapped his shoulder at the spontaneous action.

"shh. you can and will take it. isn't this what you secretly fantasized about?" he spoke into your ear. you loudly moaned at his words. "i know, baby, i know." he said, kissing you all around the ear.

his pace was now a more focused one, thrusting up into that one delicious spot. rolling your eyes back at the new feeling, your moans began to increase in volume too.

"haahh, y/n, fuuuckk." draco let his head drop back and sped up his movements, making sure he hit every good spot in you.

you kept making stupid little 'ah! ah!' noises from the overwhelming pleasure. you kept clamping down on him, signaling that you were close.

"d-draco. nhghh-" were the only words you could form in your current state. "'m right here, princess. come on, let it go." he gasped, also reaching his orgasm.

he now was fucking you like an animal in heat. your hands grasped onto his hair and pulled it. hard. draco loudly grunted at that while you were basically melting at the newfound ferocity of his thrusts.

you were soso close. "please! yes! yes!" you kept chanting as his pace never faltered and you swore you felt like lightning struck you when your orgasm hit you hard. your chest heaved as draco finally came to the end too. he still held your hips as tight as ever, surely leaving marks.

"fuck." he said.

"yeah, you could say that." you replied, still panting for air.

then both of you heard a door open and hurried footsteps fading away.

"well someone had a little show."

༄.. a/n: yeah, this did not eat. ANYWAY, upcoming fics will make up for it😘

#harry potter smut #harry potter #dracomalfoysmut #draco malfoy #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x reader

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