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[latoyalestrange]

spin the bottle

d. malfoy x f!reader

Summary:  On a boring ride to Hogwarts on the Hogwarts express, your Slytherin friends come up with an idea for a game to pass the time.

words: idk

warnings: lil spicy, nothing smutty. as always minors dni. this is a blurb i wrote a few years ago and just getting around to posting it here. i didnt revise it so be warned.

      "Guys," Pansy sighed and slumped in her seat. "I'm bored,"

    " Agreed," Goyle chimed with a mouthful of licorice. Draco was visibly annoyed. He hated hearing other people complain. You sat quietly, the odd one out of the group. You didn't have many close friends at Hogwarts, but mingled with everyone. Your true friends were nowhere to be found on the express, so you settled to sit with Draco and his posse. Even though you were friends with the Golden Trio, Draco never made an enemy out of you. Mostly because you stayed quiet, but it could also be in part caused by secret feelings of Draco's. You were nearly everything he wanted. Pureblood, smart, and you kept your opinions close to your chest. For some Draco always admired that about you. He also thought of you as a way to annoy Potter. If he had you, it would be a way to show Potter that he was a better man. After the silence ended, Pansy perked up in her seat next to Draco. 

    "I've got an idea! Let's play spin the bottle!" You looked nervously around at the other occupants of the train cart. Blaise, Goyle, Pansy, and Draco liked the idea.

    "I get to go first," Draco sat up and snatched the butter beer bottle out of Pansy's hands.

    "Oh, of course, Daddy's boy gets to go first," She teased, rolling her eyes. You stifled a giggle.

    "Piss off, Pansy," He huffed, his eyes narrowing.

    "Go on, then," She nudged his arm forward with her elbow. He placed the bottle onto the table and with no hesitation, he spun it around. A lump formed in your throat and you could feel your stomach fill with butterflies. The bottle spun slower and slower until it finally stopped. It pointed at you, no doubt. The boys in the compartment sounded their whistles and "oooo"'s. Pansy looked shocked. You had a feeling she was repressing anger.

    "Well then, let's leave them to it," She announced to the boys. Your eyes widened.

    "W-What?" You felt as if the wind was nocked out of you. You couldn't meet Draco's eyes out of nervousness, but he was staring at you, and with a smirk. "What do you mean, 'Leave us'?"

    "Oh, don't you know? That's how we play this game around here, right boys?" Goyle and Blaise nodded, almost as if they were afraid of what would happen if they didn't agree. "Come on then," They followed her out of the compartment like ducklings. You blinked hard and gulped as you heard the compartment door shut. Draco stood up; you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. He stood in front of you for a moment, then turned, but only to shut the blinds all around the compartment. He sat back down, opposite to you.

    "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," He stared down at his lap and played with his ringed thumbs. A wave of relief fell over you. You looked up at him, but all you saw was a lonely, insecure boy. Suddenly, his rough personality was just a front. This was real. Now filled with sympathy, you got up and sat next to him. You knew exactly what it felt like to know no one knew the real you, and you were glad you got to see this side of him. The side that no one got to see.

    "Draco?" He didn't look up at you, almost too ashamed.

    "Hm?" Was his only reply.

    "Kiss me," You felt his body tense under your comforting hand. You were the first person to actually accept the real him. He turned to meet your gaze with a questioning expression.

    "Kiss me," You repeated. He fixed his posture towards you and placed a gentle hand on your cheek. He slowly leaned into you and locked his sot lips onto yours. Everyone knew Draco as hard and tough, but his kiss was just the opposite. Gentle, almost as if he had loved you for years. When he broke away from you, he kept his hand on your cheek and pressed his forehead against yours. You took this as a sign to take initiative and placed your mirroring hand on his jaw and pulled him in once more. He wrapped his other arm around your neck and pulled you deeper and deeper into him. Now on top of him, barely keeping balance on the narrow booth, you pulled your scarf and tossed it away, hitting the blinds that covered the window. 

    "Easy, tiger," He teased with a sheepish smile. You smiled back at him. You hadn't seen him smile in years. Giggling, you leaned over him for more. His hands gripped your waist and yours had fistfuls of his platinum hair.

    Suddenly, a knock at the door.

    "Are you guys done snogging or what?" Pansy shouted. Draco rolled his eyes, breathing heavily. You gave him one last peck and you were about to stand up from straddling his hips when his hands pulled you back. You smiled at one another once more.

    "One more," He demanded quietly, his smile still not leaving his face. You leaned down and his hand tangled itself in your hair, not allowing you to release until he wanted you to. He finally retracted his grip and you got to your feet, pulling your scarf off of the ground. He stood up as well to open to door. He faced an annoyed Pansy, who fixed her attention on his now sloppy hair. She huffed and stomped back to her seat between Draco and the window. 

    "It was your idea," Draco teased, causing the other boys to laugh as they followed her in. 

    Draco's smile remained for the rest of the day.

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[hexbees]

Dread and Drunk | Draco Malfoy

pairing:: deatheater!draco x f!reader no use of y/n!

summary:: after leaving a party in the slytherin commons, the room of requirement allows you in.

word count:: 1,265

warnings:: consumption of alcohol; drunk actions/talking

You’d never been able to hold firewhiskey well, usually stumbling through the hidden entrance embedded in the dungeon walls to the slytherin common room at the end of the night. Keeping focus on the way your feet rise and fall, you keep a hand firmly planted along the wall. Lord forbid you repeat what happened last term and embarrass yourself again.

The memory of you being woken up by Cedric, having passed out from intoxication barely twenty feet from the door, instilled more motivation within yourself to keep it together. While you tried your hardest it was clear you shouldn't have taken those last two shots before leaving.

The first few minutes passed by you in a blur, having gone up a set of stairs you don't remember. You came to a halt in the middle of the corridor, swiveling your head, not knowing exactly where you were. It wasn't a hall that you recognized. Typically you didn't wander around the castle without a known destination in mind, having heard stories of classmates getting lost.

A door slowly appeared, catching your attention. You watched as it formed from a tiny hole, barely big enough for a mouse, into a door three times your size. Your mouth dropped open, head tilting, you pressed a shaky hand into it.

What the fuck? 

When it creaked open and fell away from your hand, you stumbled. Taking the smallest peek inside, not wanting to enter a room you weren't sure you were allowed in, you remembered the tales Hermione had told you in the library.

The room of requirement. Of course! Gods, I'm a dumbass.

Without even second guessing after your realization, you droopily walked in. The room was filled with stale air and an unbelievable amount of dust. Surely the castle didn't think you needed a respiratory infection.

Your fingers glossed across countless piles of books, the covers having traces of the glide imprinted from sweeping the dust off. You wiped the pads off onto your jeans, not even caring about them appearing dirty as you’d be taking them off as soon as you’d make it to your dorm.

My dorm. I'm going to my dorm.

With a huff and a single pound in your head you decided to turn back around with the intention of leaving to make your way back to your inviting bed.

Just before you stepped over the threshold there was a faint knock, almost like something being closed. It was enough to have you jump slightly, being caught off guard and somewhat alarmed.

In your drunken state you didn't think there was any danger, maybe it had just been from the breeze of the door being open since it seemed like it hadn't been in a while.

“Hello?” The word came out slightly unsure and slurred.

When you didn't get an answer, not that you’d expected one, you huffed.

“Dumbass.”

You retreated again, this time truly stepping out and letting the door slowly come to a shut behind you. Before it fully did, a voice rang out, gruff and annoyed.

“The fuck did you call me?”

Your heart leaped to the bottom of your throat and settled there. Draco malfoy had emerged from the back of the room, barely being visible as his hand caught the door. He was irritated, suffering from a lack of sleep and a heavy heart.

“I-” you stuttered, “I- uh-” again, “I was actually referring to myself.”

He could smell the firewhiskey seeping off your breath, saw the way your eyes were being dragged down, how your feet were restless.

“Oh, you're pissed.” His brows rose, eyes glittering across the gryffindor pride t shirt you were wearing. The maroon of it was just slightly darker than your cheeks, he found it amusing.

“Mm” you hummed, swaying. When you nodded your head along your feet lost their balance, sending you stumbling to the side.

Before you could attempt to regain your footing from your delayed reflexes, one of his pale hands came down and out, grabbing ahold of your own hand. He steadied you back on your feet while suppressing his smile. You were shocked at his hand on yours, staring at it in a daze until your eyes climbed up his forearm where you could see the faintest outline of the dark mark peeking through his white button up.

“Gryffindor commons are quite a ways from here. I assume you were at the Slytherin party?”

You hummed again, not meeting his eyes or attempting to hold a real conversation. You were so tired, maybe sleeping in the hall again wasn't such a bad idea. You’d only need an hour or two before you'd be able to find your way back again.

He kept his head at an angle. He’d been angry at first, ready to throw insults and hexes at whoever was attempting to flee from interrupting his task. But with every sway and every sleepy flutter of your eyes he couldn't help the smile that tugged at how cute you were in that moment.

“Well,” he bent down, looking past the hair that was draped over your eyes to meet them, “I have one more thing to do in here, then I can escort you to your commons.” His hand was still engulfing yours in an attempt to help with your jitter, admittedly not doing much. He pulled on it gently, bidding you to follow him back into the room of requirement.

If you were even the smallest bit sober you yank your hand out of his, crush his foot with yours and bolt in the other direction. But the gentle hold, the minty fan of his breath and the sweet voice he was putting on only made you more willing. He was being nice, which was not unusual to you; to others of course, but not you. He’d bullied Harry and the Weasleys, called Hermione a Mudblood more times than you could count, but had never directed any insults at you. There was speculation against the trio as to why, having caught on fairly quickly in second year. The consensus was that his mother and yours, were friends, god forbid Draco ever upset his dear mother.

“Thank you, Malfoy.” You smiled at his back.

He didn't drop your hand until you were in front of a couch and laying back into it. The soft black velvet felt abnormally good under your fingertips as you pet at it.

Draco let out a laugh, almost being jealous of the inanimate object that got to feel your caress. You see, Draco had always craved it. None of his friends knew, not Blaise or Pansy or even Crabbe or Goyle. The only one who had caught on was his mother. Narcissa had watched him, watch you, at an annual Malfoy ball. She’d rubbed on his shoulder and told him to go for it. Encouraged him to seek you out, say you looked pretty, ask you to dance.

Draco was never one for romantics though, not at that time.

“Should be just a minute” He stood in front of you, smiling down as he swiped a strand of hair that had gotten stuck between your eyelashes.

As he went to finish packing up the vanishing cabinet you let words slip past your lips, meaning to promise it to yourself in your head. 

“I won't tell anyone, Draco.”

He froze with his back to you, straightening out and holding his breath. He had seen you look; he just hoped you were too drunk to notice it.

“I know you won't, mon amour.”

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[starlight-writes-stuff]

gotta keep my draco simps fed - have a smut blurb i wrote in my phone in the car 🥴 lowkey love the way this one turned out , lmk what you think . xoxoxo , starlight 

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taking care of you

it was the third time that month that it had happened .

you knew that it wasn’t your fault - MUCH less draco’s- but that didn’t help you to feel any better. it was the medication you were on; it had robbed you of the ability to cum at your boyfriend’s hands without at least an hour of build up. you weren’t going to make him do that.

but draco had other ideas.

the blonde boy practically sauntered in, an air of cockiness twining together with his usual arrogance. the combination was downright deadly, and draco knew it, too. his confidence was one of the first things that had attracted you- it was dizzying, the way he carried himself as if he was above the general population. something about it made you weak and wanting and desperately willful. you wanted to jump on the boy the minute he’d entered the room, a black bag dangling from his skilled fingers. 

“doll,” he mused, greeting you warmly. his voice was like a sweet honeycrisp apple, sending a warm tingling all over your body. reflexively, your eyes drifted shut; draco was using a tone that only came out in the bedroom and it melted you like candle wax. 

“dray.”

the pale boy water no time approaching you, wrapping one of his large hands under your jaw. his soft fingertips dug into your skin, your heart thumping in your chest. you’d slipped into an altered state in record time, dracos aroma filling your head with a hazy fog. the cold silver of his rings but into your warm skin, a pleasant sort of sting, and his eyes were heavy lidded as he ran his gaze up and down your body.

draco said nothing as his eyes snapped back to yours, only tightening his grip the slightest bit more as he dropped his mouth to the exposed skin of your collarbones. he peppered the flesh with featherlight kisses, his tongue dancing over you teasingly. “brought you something.”

“hmm?” you hummed, lifting the pitch of your voice as if it was a question. draco was no stranger to bringing gifts- he did it quite often. however, you could tell that today’s present was something different.

“gonna make you feel good, okay?” 

you pressed your thighs together, the soft fabric of your skirt crumpling. pulling your lower lip between your teeth, you drew yourself out of the desire-filled mindset you’d settled into and backed away from the green eyed boy. a sense of shame flooded your system as you placed gentle hands on the crisp, white fabric of draco’s button up. he knew you didn’t like addressing your... issue. the two of you had had one chagrin-filled exchange as you explained the side effects to him, and you’d made him promise that he wouldn’t bring it up again. it was humiliating, almost dehumanizing. before you could even open your mouth to speak, draco pressed a finger to the soft, pink flesh of your lips, tracing their outline.

“hush, bun. i got you, okay? i want to.”

you quirked a brow at him, frustration still coursing through your veins. “draco, you know that... sex isn’t working- i cant-“you stuttered, but the look in his eyes quickly shut you up. 

“not going to fuck you, bunny. gotta new trick up my sleeve, okay?”

you teetered for a moment. you trusted draco more than anything, but what if you still... couldn’t?

“get out of your own head, y/n. promise i’ll  take care of you.” 

you nodded as the words rolled off his tongue. draco looked elated at your permission- you could tell he’d been wanting to do this for a while. quickly, draco undid the velvet bag, producing a small, black device. you looked at him, confusion furrowing your brow; you were unsure of what he’d gotten. however, all your perplexity melted away as draco turned the top of the object. a low, buzzing noise filled the room. 

you were bewildered as you looked up to meet dracos eyes. you’d never used toys before- he’d always been enough for you. but with the way that desire seemed to fill every inch of the boys being, you realized he truly wanted to make you feel good; he wanted to make you cum in any way possible. 

“wanna try, bun?”

draco had lead you to his sitting room, and you knew why before you’d even gotten there. the blonde had undressed you hastily, situating your body in his lap- in front of the wall length mirror. there was a beautiful soft of contrast painted in the reflective glass; your bare form slinked over draco’s well dressed body. he’d pressed the toy to your clit without any hesitation, a sinful smirk ghosting over his lips as a moan was drawn from your throat. the vibrations seemed to wash in waves over your nervous system, arousal coating the black device within a matter of minutes.

“how does that feel, doll?”

your back arched at the tone of his voice, goosebumps covering your bare flesh as you wrapped an arm around dracos shoulders, your fingers carding through his hair. 

“feels. so good-“ you explained, the statement broken up by uneven moans tearing through your throat. you hummed as draco removed his arm from around your waist, bringing king fingers up to tweak and tease at your chest. you felt something, some sort of sensation start to pool in your lower belly, absolute bliss spilling from your lips. the feeling was so foreign and yet incredibly familiar, a sensitivity beginning to ebb away at your nerve endings.

your eyes rolled back into your head as draco began pressing kisses and gentle bites into the soft flesh of your neck, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin only adding to your pleasure. he rasped filthy praises into your ear, his voice low and rough and filled with lust. he couldn’t rip his eyes from the reflection of you in the mirror, legs spread and beginning to tremble. you looked like a piece of artwork, the most expensive painting money would buy. he watched aptly as your face shifted with his movements- gauging your reactions, measuring how to make you feel best. he found your sensitive spots with ease, bringing you closer and closer to your high.

“doing so good for me, doll,” he murmured in your ear, the praise filling you with a sense of tranquility. you turned your brain off as euphoria infiltrated every centimeter of your being- you panted and whined, pulling at draco’s hair. 

“so close, dray,” you breathed, the pleasure taking your ability to speak correctly. you felt dracos lips curve into a wicked smile against your skin. 

“let go for me, sweet thing. want you to cum for me.”

your entire body racked with a sweet sort of satisfaction, your orgasm rolling over you in waves each more intense than the last. draco softened his pressure on your sex slightly, allowing you to buck your hips against the vibratory, riding out your high.

your eyes fluttered open as you came down, bliss running through your veins as draco dropped tender kisses to your temple, your hair. 

“did so good, bunny, so good for me.”

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[hexbees]

draco headcanons! caring!draco

a/n:: my own personal headcanons for our boy draco! obvi you can think or feel however you want!

summary:: nice!draco nice!draco nice!draco nice!draco nice!draco HE IS NICE AND SWEET AND COMPASSIONATE

while most usually assume him as egotistical and arrogant; draco is not. actually, very far from it.

"How the fuck did you score higher than me? I studied so hard."

"We can compare notes? maybe you forgot to study a section, no big deal. I just got lucky."

additionally, he makes sure to write his notes extra neat. he takes time to color coordinate and tab them appropriately, just in case anyone ever needs to borrow them.

"Can I see your potions notes from today? I could not focus at all."

"Of course, the purple tab is potions."

while his father is a cruel bully, draco did not learn it from him. if anything, he learned to be more compassionate as he never wanted to make anyone feel like his father made him.

"Do I look okay? Your father is giving me the stink eye."

"You look far above okay. Ignore him, they're permanently stuck like that."

he defends people! there is no emotion he feels stronger than compassion. seriously! bullying the weasleys; get hexed! LUNA? you're in the infirmary for a week. lord forbid he hears someone being mean about blood status; nothing gets his blood boiling more than that.

"Anyone know where McLaggen is?"

"He's in the infirmary, probably won't be out for a couple days."

"Is he okay? What happened?"

"Don't know, don't care. He thought it'd be funny to ask Lovegood out as a prank."

obviously, he's a giant mommas-boy (not in a bad way!) to the point he worshipsss any girl or woman he comes across. if he's there they never even get a chance to reach for a door handle. he learned hairstyle charms! (mainly for pansy as she always complains about her bangs not sitting right)

"Draco! My bangs are cattywampus again!"

he is so affectionate towards his friends (which is mainly everyone) he always buys sweets from the trolley (for everyone!) as a celebration of the start of the new year on the express in. he lets them crash in his room for no reason, making sure there's water on his bedside for them while he sleeps in the commons. he has never not said "love you" as he departs, even just going to the loo.

"Love you bunch."

"We're going to the same class?"

"I'm aware."

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