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lustytears · 6 months

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Be Quiet

no plot. just fucking tom marvolo riddle like there’s no tomorrow

afab!reader x tom riddle

2.2k words

warnings: SMUT. tongue play, blood kink, biting, spit kink, female receiving, p in v, wrap it b4 u tap it, public sex (in a school), hair pulling, unspecified house reader, shit i can’t think of bc i didn’t rlly proof read it, but it’s for you guys.

haven’t wrote anything in a hot minute so forgive me. first time seriously posting on tumblr. this was actually supposed to be a draco malfoy smut but i just switched it around mid-way when i was thinking of my best friend, who’s completely obsessed with this diary horcrux of voldemort just like me.

i will try and post a master list or something, give me time please.

You sat in your desk, pissed at how you were in this situation in the first place. It all happened because of Tom Riddle, who started arguing with you in the middle of potions—which you inevitably swore at him. Both of you were sent to detention to not only calm the both of yourselves, but for the disrespect and dishonor brought to Hogwarts. You were a good student, if anything a well-respected one at the most. It made you feel embarrassed knowing that you were “disorderly” but you couldn’t help but bite your tongue and put your foot down when it came to Tom Riddle. His smart remarks, his quiet demeanor, his attitude; all of it made me you want to pull at him, perhaps make him realize that he’s nothing to you.

He sat at his desk, both of your desks close between the both of you. “Would you stop?” He bore his eyes into you like daggers. His voice full of personal annoyance.

You placed your pen down, huffing. “How about you shut the fuck up, Riddle? It’s the only damn thing you’re good for anyways,” you crossed your legs, irritation came with your tone. You felt mad—perhaps upset at the fact that you were in this situation with him in the first place. He’s so fucking-

“I promise you,” he said with assurance. “I’m gonna make you regret everything you think. Every nasty glance, every remark.” Tom said, and the feeling of anger filled your head.

“Like I give a shit?” You held yourself back from laughing. “You’re actually so intolerable to be around that it makes me mad,” you hissed. “Fucking dog.” You fixed your black stalkings, the feeling of them rolling up at your thighs bothered you.

Who the fuck was she? With THAT tone? I don’t think so.

“You’re nothing to anyone, Y/N. You’re annoying, deranged, pissy, and disrespectful,” he leaned closer into your side, rubbing it into your face.

“And you’re obsessed,” you shot back at him. Your chest was stiff, but you inhaled. Your fists balled up, your face red.

“Half-bloods like you make me sick. You can’t ever give up, can you?” He smirked. “You love the attention. Fuck, it wouldn’t surprise me if you loved this. It’s your only way to get off, frantically throwing pointless insults at me?” He got up, walked to your desk. “I know you’re aroused. Aroused by the attention of a man noticing you for merely one second.”

“Oh, you fucking stupid b-“ He noticed you playing with your skirt. He pointed to it.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” his eyebrows raised with confidence. “You adore this moment.”

You launched forward, getting up from your seat where you previously sat. The desk was discarded and moved as you pushed it away when you got up. You backed him up into the nearest wall, your hands gripped his throat. Chokes and whines of disbelief came out of his mouth as you strained your hands on him. His eyes were half-closed, expecting some sort of offensive reaction to come from you.

“I fucking hate you. I hate your stupid, little arrogant, no good influence— I want to kill you, Riddle-“

He gasped, not expecting this sort of reaction to come from you. The last thing he’d expect is for you to actually come after him. “Y/N…”

Your hands were still, but the grasp was firm. His warm neck and erratically beating pulse made your hands shiver. You longed for this moment for years, but you let go. Apologies followed after your hands dropped to your sides. His brown eyes dropped to the floor, his mouth silent as the glooming atmosphere filled the both of you up.

“I-I’m sorry, Tom… I didn’t mean that,” your hands came to both sides of his cheeks. One hand drooped to his neck, caressing the spot where you held onto him for too long. His hand came up to his cheek, holding onto your wrist for a moment.

“What for?” The words shocked you. You didn’t expect Tom Riddle to be so… forgiving? He pulled you closer to him, lingering into your eyes for one moment too long. He dangerously held your hips, and by dangerously, his grasp was way too tight for you. As a result, the muscles in his hands flexed. You took notice of this, tilting your head back up to him, but this time, his lips were what you were looking at.

“You know, I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you paused for a moment. “I’m sorry I took it too far. I-I should’ve realized you were uncomfortable.” His eyes stuck to you, watching your every slight breath as you hyperventilated, your chest quickly raising up and down. “I’m realizing how terribly I’ve treated y-“

His lips met yours. Starved. He switched spots with you, quickly turning you around too fast for you to notice. He backed you up into the wall, pushing you up against him and you only. Your eyes shot open for a second, bewildered and feeling like you were on a high you’ve never expected. His delicate touch made your eyes close with satisfaction. You knew this is what you wanted. After all, he could’ve chosen anyone—you were special.

Every movement, you felt your tongue desperately fighting with his. He picked you up, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist. He sat you down on the desk, his lips moving down to your neck. Your shaky breaths made him chuckle. “How needy?” He asked, rhetorically.

He leaned to your stomach, this time, moving closer down to your pelvic area. You pulled at him., tugging his hair. “What if somebody comes in?” “Nobody’s coming in,” he whispered a quick locking spell, and you heard the doorknob jiggle and lock.

“Be quiet for me, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t despise you so much.” You nodded, allowing him to move closer and closer to your skirt. He pulled up your skirt, noting the dark-colored underwear that was now prized in front of him. He ripped your stalkings with his hands, tearing the nylon off as it hung around your thighs. He pulled your underwear aside, his index finger moving it to the opposite side of your leg. You breathed heavily, waiting for him to touch you. He stared at you, like you were a possession he gladly owned. His calloused fingers took a swipe of your pussy, carefully analyzing how your arousal felt on his fingers and stuck to them when he parted his index and middle finger.

“I’d bet galleons this is how you constantly felt around me, isn’t it?” You stared blankly, feeling like you were lost in your own thoughts. He touched your clit, quickly making your thighs shiver and jerk. You looked down at him, where his eyes met yours. You felt special. He made quick moves with your clit, rubbing it with his thumb as he saw how your eyes squeezed shut. He played with you, teasing as his other fingers played with your entrance, dipping in and out. He plunged both fingers in, desperately finding your g-spot as he pulled them back and forth between your entrance.

“Y-yeah, this—this is how I’ve thought of you. Fuck!” You exclaimed. He smirked, going at you with a much faster pace. His fingers made quick work of you, showing how talented he was considering he was making you feel this good only with his fingers.

“I.. I think-“ You moaned, loudly. He stopped, pulling his fingers out of you and his thumb stopped rubbing your clit. You pouted, begging for attention.

“If you’re not going be quiet, I’d advise you to pull your panties right back and your skirt down, and to shut the fuck up,” he said, emotionless. You were confused.

“Okay, I’m sorry, Tom… Please, fuck me. Okay? I promise- I promise I’ll be very good for you. Only you,” you pleaded, begging for him to continue.

He entered his fingers right back in. He fucked you at a much faster pace, squelchy noises emitted from the friction he was making as he continued fucking you at a speed that wasn’t known well to you. It was like he knew your body. You covered your mouth, holding it tightly as your legs wrapped against him. He pulled his fingers out, leaning in as his tongue substituted his fingers. He rubbed your clit in circles with his tongue, lapping up all of your juices. His hands grasped your thighs tightly as your legs wrapped around his head. Your back arched, rubbing against him for release.

Without a warning, he asked, “Cum for me, darling.” His tongue moved at a faster pace, licking your entrance as it quickly entered in you, eating your pussy out.

“Oh my God…” You exhaled, releasing all over his face. It didn’t take him long to use his tongue to lick all of your pleasure up. You moaned as he overstimulated you, licking you clean. “So fucking perfect,” he praised you. His jaw flexed, his eyes filled with pleasure.

He got up, off of his knees. “What are you doing?” You asked him, watching him unbuckle his pants uniform, unzipping his pants. He took his boxer waistline, taking both of his pants and his boxers right off. His cock sprung to his chest. His tip leaked with pre-cum. You eyed his cock, imagining how his girth would feel violating your walls.

“What’s that? You want me to violate your walls with my cock?” He exclaimed, chucking as your eyes widened with both fear and euphoria.

“Spit in my hand. Now.” You obeyed, a wad of spit pooled the middle of his palm. He moved his hand to his cock, lubing his cock with your saliva. He smirked, watching your legs widen and your pussy glisten with the mix of his tongue residue and your arousal. He continued jerking his cock, placing a hand on your thigh, the other hand guiding his cock to your entrance. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down, noting how your legs tensed.

“Don’t be tense.… Let me pleasure you.”His hand touched your face carefully, moving down to your shirt. He fidgeted your buttons, unbuttoning your blouse and throwing it aside as he exposed your bra. Visioning how your tits would look, he quickly unbuttoned your bra, then moving your skirt and pulling it off. You helped him out, hopping off the table and doing the same by taking off his shirt, unbuttoning his uniform. You touched his tone body, admiring his chest.

Quickly, he turned you around, bending you over the desk. He leaned against you, lining his cock up to your entrance. He stuck his cock into you, causing your mouth to part an ‘o’. His movements became quick and aggressive, moving into you at a fast pace. You tried suppressing your moans, but he pulled your hair, yanking it back. It allowed him to continuously fuck your g-spot perfectly, making your grip on the desk turn your knuckles white. He pounded into you at an unforgivable pace, the sounds of skin contact made it unbearable—impossible, you noted. There was no way anybody couldn’t hear this.

“Fuck, you’re so.. so good,” you moaned, his hand tight, yanking your hair. Tears stained your cheeks from the combination pleasure of his cock ruining your walls and his hand pulling your hair towards him.

He violently snapped his hips into you. He took the opportunity to kiss your bare and exposed neck, biting down on your shoulder as he claimed you.

“Nobody’s going to fuck you the same. Nobody’s gonna love you the same. I’m going to be the one you think of when you dare touch yourself on those dark, dim nights alone. You’ll remember this moment like it’s the last thing you’ll ever think of. I am your permanent memoria.” He saw the dark mark on your neck, and he bit it again, piercing his teeth through your skin. You cried out, tears streaming down your face. Blood pooled, causing him to smile. He licked your shoulder like your blood was candy to him.

His hip movements became more unfocused, coming close to a sign that he was near to cumming right inside of you. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into you.

“I’m going to fucking- Cum-“ And like that, he released right inside of you. The hot liquid filled your inside as he pushed his cock to your cervix, painting your deepest points white with his cum.

You fell limp. He took notice of it, and took his now once erect cock out of you. He helped you get dressed, before noticing your stalkings were completely torn. He grabbed his wand, casting a spell that would fix your broken nylon stalkings. You thanked him with tired eyes, completely exhausted from pain and pleasure. He got dressed, fixing his belt as he kept an eye on you. He carefully unlocked the door, speeding over towards you to grab you, carrying your frail body into his arms. He kissed your forehead, walking through the empty halls to his Slytherin house, coldly staring at any suspecting and confused individuals who stared at the both of you with daggers, then to his room. He opened the door, placing you on the bed. He unraveled the cover, pulling it over you completely to keep you warm. Your eyes shut, head turned to the opposite side of him.

“Sleep well, beauty.”

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iamnmbr3 · 1 month

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I find your analysis' really fun and I love how JKR, unintentionally created a narrative where drarry somehow has more chemistry than ginny who's literally forgotten in the 3rd, 4th books???? Like mam, if you want to build a romance then make them have actual conversations? I, myself like ginny and like the concept of hinny but the way JKR sucked at writing them infuriated me.

But anyhow, I also love drarry, though as much as I like and agree with your assessment; there is something I'll have to disagree with, and that is I don't harry found draco attractive. Because the thing with Harry is; no matter who that person is, my guy is really honest with how he views that person. Each time as he saw Riddle grow, my guy was like; hot damn. Also Cedric. Sirius. Bro literally calls regulus "not as hot as Sirius" so we are know Harry has never once found draco attractive. As for the gleaming eyes, pointy chin; well I also like giving my characters good description so people would understand what to imagine; I'm not making everyone simp on about everyone. promise!!!!!!

( I just like them falling in love after the war, and Idrc if they found each other good looking or not, I just don't like how people just take basic description of a character and says oh he describes how he looks, he must like him!!!!! No guys, he is just saying bro has a pointy chin and his eyes glows because he probably is gonna do something!!!!!)

I just wanted to get this out and I am not really active on Tumblr, and don't like posting. This is just me wanting to discuss this one hc😞 but I hope u have a good day and I adore ur hcs and analysis.❤️

Thank you! And yeah I feel like JKR really did Ginny dirty with the way hinny happened. I like book 5 Ginny so much more than book 6 and 7 Ginny. She deserved so much better than to be reduced to a love interest who is "Harry's perfect girl" to use JKR's phrase rather than someone who got to be her own fully realized character with a distinct personality and interests (as she was in book 5 before JKR overdid it trying to make her the ideal Love Interest TM). I think it would've been cool if she ended up with Neville since they bonded during their year at Hogwarts in book 7 and fought side by side and mutually respected each other as equals.

It just says it all that after the Battle of Hogwarts Harry doesn't have a single interaction with her. He immediately wants to spend time with Ron and Hermione because he feels a deep bond with them but just vaguely thinks that there will be time to talk with Ginny later. He isn't even sitting by her at the table because it's Luna who is next to him and offers to create a distraction so he can leave.

As for Harry's descriptions of Draco, I'm going to push back on that although of course everyone is perfectly entitled to their own interpretations. The thing is, Harry is extremely judgmental about people's looks and insults the appearances of all the other Slytherins. A lot. But he NEVER does that with Draco. Ron does. Ron insults Draco's looks all the time. But Harry never goes along with it or agrees and his internal monologue and descriptions of Draco are notably lacking the insults he directs at almost every other member of Draco's House as well as other people he dislikes.

But that's not because he isn't looking. Because he is. A LOT. He doesn't just describe Draco's looks. He dwells on them. Repeatedly. We know SO much about how Draco looks because Harry CONSTANTLY notices and mentions it in his internal monologue. Draco's grey eyes are mentioned repeatedly in every book. As is his sleek blond hair. Harry doesn't even mention Ron's eye color once till book 7, but we get multiple descriptions of Draco's eyes down to the exact shade - specifically pale grey. And same for his hair - along with observations about how it gleams in the sunlight. Even when Harry's in danger he takes a second to check out how Draco's looking. And that is at odds with how he describes other characters.

He never calls Ginny pretty or beautiful either but he does seem to have at least some level of physical attraction to her and often describes her hair...and that's pretty much it. Yeah I'm pretty sure that relationship fizzles once the peace happens. (I've read very compelling metas on Harry being gay and I think there's a lot there though personally I do still read him as bi but with a strong preference for men).

Draco is someone that Harry would not get together with till after the war. And I don't think he wants to acknowledge, even to himself, that he is attracted to him. But he sure spends a lot of time repeatedly noticing and describing and thinking about Draco's appearance in a way he doesn't with other characters. Something is making him look. And I think that something is attraction.

Now obviously this was completely not JKR's intent. The problem is that she wrote the story from Harry's POV not from the POV of an omniscient third person narrator. So while she didn't mean to make Harry constantly notice all the cute guys and obsess over Draco's looks for 7 books that is accidentally what she did.

#thanks for writing in! come back to my inbox any time #i love getting asks #asks #drarry #Harry Potter

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multifandom-03 · 1 month

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Like Romeo and Juliet

Word Count: 5270 | Pair: Draco Malfoy x OC | Genre: Angst, sad/bittersweet ending

Warning: Mentions of suicide, pregnancy loss, major characters death

Summary: Their love was forbidden, and a bittersweet ending they had...

A/N: You might have seen this special one-shot either on Wattpad or Inkitt website - I wrote this when I was young, and this was most readers' favourite. So if you see this familiar one-shot - yes, I was the one who wrote it hehe. I'm not going to say my username from Wattpad cuz not gonna lie...I'm a bit shy and embarrassed about what I wrote when I was young haha. But this specific one-shot has a special place in my heart and I wanted to share it here on the Tumblr site~

"Their lives were taken away, just like that dreadful story: Romeo and Juliet." - Lord Voldemort

In the beginning, he was a Slytherin, and she was a Gryffindor. His house hated hers, hers hating his. The houses were sworn enemies, and if either one spoke to the other, there would be chaos. But they wanted to communicate with each other. Their friends and family told them not to, but they did.

And a sad fate they met.

It was during their Fourth Year at the Yule Ball did they met for the very first time.

They had never seen one another during their time at Hogwarts, so they were amazed and curious when they saw one another for the first time.

Draco Malfoy was loitering around the buffet of the bowl, trying to hide from his date who happened to be Pansy Parkinson. He thought having Pansy as a date would be fine; oh how wrong he was…

He was bored. And he hated the attention Harry Potter was getting. Just because he was The Boy Who Lived and got chosen by that stupid goblet…

Coming up with a decision, he went to make his leave back to the Common Room when he saw her. The most beautiful, breathtaking girl he had ever seen.

She was across the hall from him, watching everyone with a small smile on her gorgeous face. She was wearing a beautiful light blue dress with white patterned lace from her shoulders and chest area, her dress was designed corset style for her abdomen but the dress fell loosely, almost like it had a mind of its own and was floating simply around her. (Draco was terrible with describing what she was wearing, too gobsmacked at the sight of someone so gorgeous and elegant.)

Even from such a distance, he can see her eyes shining brightly against the lights, her raven dark hair twisted into an elegant bun with ringlets surrounding her oval-like face. Maybe to some people, she wasn't the prettiest in Hogwarts, but for Draco?

He knew that she was the one.

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, their eyes connected. Grey eyes connected with warm, chocolate brown eyes. It felt like their souls were being connected - like love at first sight.

Simultaneously, they started to make their way to one another. Both yearned to talk and know one another.

Draco merely pushed and shoved his way through, the girl politely excusing people as she shuffled by. They were just a metre away from one another, hands outstretched to touch when they were both taken away at the same time; Draco was pulled away by Pansy and the girl was pulled away by Hermione Granger. Despite the sudden change, they saw who dragged whom, and they knew what they were about to have...it was forbidden.

For she was a Gryffindor, he a Slytherin.

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Days went by when they saw each other again. It was during a weekend when Draco saw her sitting alone at the Black Lake, reading. When no one was looking, he hurriedly made his way over to her. "Hello," he greeted from behind her.

Said girl gasped in surprise, slamming her reading book shut with a snap. She stood up and turned around, ready to yell at whoever was disturbing her reading time only for her mouth to drop open at the sight of the boy. He gave her a shy smile - something uncommon on the boy's face.

"H-Hello," she stuttered out after a few seconds of silence and just gawking at him.

"I'm Draco Malfoy," he introduced, holding a hand out to her.

"Vivienne Moore," she lightly took his hand. And without losing any eye contact, he bent slightly to press a chaste kiss to her knuckles. Her breath hitched at the intimacy of a simple greeting. "You're a Slytherin," she blurted out.

"And you're a Gryffindor," he acknowledged without any malice. "Nice to have that out of the way."

"But, people will find it strange," she murmured.

"Some might find it a truce between our houses," he gave a cheeky smirk.

"Some might find it as betrayal," she looked away from him, pulling her hand away from him.

"You're thinking about the Golden Trio," Draco realised. "That's right, you're friends with Granger."

"They're really nice when you get to know them," she insisted.

"And it's the same with me," he added, "I'm not as cruel as they say, Vivienne."

"I didn't think that at all," she whispered shyly, still not looking into his eyes. They went silent for a few more seconds.

"You looked very beautiful at the Yule Ball," Draco broke the silence. "Took my breath away, really."

"You looked very handsome that night," she quipped back, a blush coating her cheeks. If you looked closely enough, you could see Draco was starting to get pink tainting his pale cheeks as well. "What are we doing?"

"Getting to know each other," he shrugged innocently. "Maybe even fall in love." Why was he acting like this? He never acted sappy and romantic for someone. What was she doing to him?

"It's forbidden," she shook her head.

"Unless we're not caught," he could see he was going to lose her soon from her worries; he was not going to let fear get in the way of their potential love. "Come on, we don't have to tell anyone," he insisted, "It's just between us two. You're telling me you didn't feel the connection that night? That this was all a big hoax?"

"No!" she said automatically. "It was not a hoax, I felt it too." Draco sighed in relief. So he wasn't the only one that felt it. "Alright," she caved in, "But no one can know."

"No one," Draco agreed, a genuine smile crossing his face.

After that day, every evening before curfew the two would meet up in the Room of Requirement - something Vivienne showed him as top secret. There, they got to know one another without any distractions or worries and where they began to fall more in love with each other.

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It lasted until the Fifth Year.

When Dumbledore's Army was created.

Like a loyal Gryffindor, Vivienne attended the lessons - thus, having less quality time with Draco. The more she kept postponing their meetups, the more suspicious Draco got. It wouldn't be a surprise if she was part of the secret army, he thought one day.

But strangely, it still surprised him.

When they knocked down the wall to the Room of Requirement, Draco saw Vivienne near the front, standing in front of a little girl protectively. When they connected eyes across the room, Vivienne could see the hurt and worried look in his eyes, and he could see the look of guilt in hers. And Umbridge saw their small interaction.

"Ah, I see," her high-pitched voice drawled out in the tense room. "You didn't expect to see your secret lover here."

"Secret lover?" Vivienne's eyes went from guilt to betrayal. "You told her?"

"You and Malfoy?" Ron Weasley exclaimed in disbelief. "You're pulling our leg, aren't ya?"

"I'm sorry," Draco murmured. "I thought you were in trouble or something -"

"Well, you thought wrong," Vivienne blinked away her tears. After the small interaction, Umbridge's small army went into action. They grabbed as many Dumbledore's Army people as possible, even Vivienne - though she didn't put up much of a fight. What was worse, none of her friends looked in her direction, thinking that Vivienne had betrayed them.

Nothing was going well.

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Sixth Year came, and it was still the same; getting rejected by her peers and being isolated. At least Draco could tell his house to stop and never mention it. But Vivienne couldn’t. She was stuck all alone. Even though they found out the true culprit who ratted them out, they still chose to ignore Vivienne.

It didn’t help that she was an orphan as well, making her feel lonelier than ever.

Draco tried talking to her, to reconcile, to no avail. She avoided him at all costs. She was not the only one feeling depressed, though, Draco was suffering too. It was all his fault that they were in this situation; he foolishly told Umbridge about his troubles, how she always seemed to have a busy schedule. He foolishly thought that not only was she part of Dumbledore’s Army, but he also had the fear that she would grow tired of him and meet someone else. Oh, how wrong the latter was - the look of hurt and betrayal on her face will forever be imprinted in his mind.

He looked down at the cursed Dark Mark on his arm, grimacing at the sight. He shoved his sleeve down harshly so he didn’t have to look at it any more. That didn’t mean he could feel it, though.

With a heavy heart, he went back to the cabinet he was to fix when suddenly he just collapsed to the floor and cried his heart out. Sounds cowardly, I know. Not only did he lose the love of his life, but he also became something he didn’t want to be and was assigned to bring Death Eaters in and kill Dumbledore. This year just wasn’t going well for him.

“Draco?” a familiar voice called out to him. Wiping his tears away harshly, he turned around on the floor to see whether his thoughts were true. And it was; Vivienne was standing in front of him.

“Vivienne...” Oh, who knew how long it’s been since they were alone. Memories of their time together attacked his mind, along with the heavy assignment he was given. Without another word, he brought the young woman into his arms and cried. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything. I missed you so much, and I need you. I need you so much in my life...”

“Draco? You’re scaring me,” Vivienne pulled away to wipe his tears away gently. “What is the problem? This can’t possibly be just from our situation...”

“I-I...” he stuttered, close to having another panic attack that week. “I can’t tell you. You’ll hate me more.” He buried his face in her neck, oblivious to her eyes softening at his statement.

“I don’t hate you,” she revealed, running her hand through his messy hair. “I’m just a little disappointed, and I kind of needed some alone time is all...” She hugged the broken boy closer to her. “Draco, what’s happening? No more secrets.”

And so he told her everything - what more could he lose? It was best if she stayed away from him after this, she would be safer without him in her life…

“Let me help.” Draco was out of her arms in an instant, eyeing her as if she was crazy.

“No!” he automatically refused. “No way, I am not bringing you into this. You should stay away from me like you’ve been doing this year.”

“I’m not losing you again,” she shook her head stubbornly.

“Please,” he begged her, grabbing her by the shoulders. Shivers ran down his spine at the thought of her coming across danger. “He can’t know about you. It’s bad enough that he’s threatening my family. If he caught sight of you -”

“No,” she glared at him. “I am with you until the end. I love you, Draco.”

I love you

Oh, it’s been a while since he last heard her say those three words to him.

Draco smiled softly at her strong confession, leaning his forehead against hers, his arms circling her waist. “I love you too,” he whispered.

“We can always run away,” she suggested weakly. “Away from him, Hogwarts and their judge-filled gazes...”

"Sorry, love," he said sadly, "He'll always find me. With this mark on me, he'll know where I will go." He pressed his lips against her temple in a delicate kiss. "I'm sorry, all we can do is hope for the best."

"And then what?"

"And then..." He looked at her seriously. "And then we fight back. For our love."

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Hogwarts Battle...

Draco fought with his school, knocking out Death Eaters wherever he went. He was trying to find a specific someone he lost sight of.

As he entered the courtyard, he felt himself freeze up when he saw a scary-looking Death Eater fight against the person he was looking for. "Vivienne..." he breathed out. She was no longer fighting one, but two men, and easily defeated them much to Draco's surprise. Sometimes he forgot she trained for these kinds of situations.

His awe wore off though when he remembered why he was looking for her in the first place. He took her to a secret hideout outside Hogwarts before the battle happened, wanting her to stay safe. However, Vivienne ignored his pleas and joined the battle. The reason why he discerned she was no longer at the hideout was because even amongst the battle, he could recognise her voice anywhere. So he went looking for her.

"Vivienne!" he yelled enraged, marching towards her. He grabbed her arm to turn her to him. "Are you crazy? What are you doing here?"

"I came to help," she lifted her chin bravely. He shook his head, exasperated.

"You're going to get you and the little one killed -" they dodged out of the way in time to avoid a spell that was thrown at them. Vivienne turned to the person who threw the spell at them with her wand raised, only for her arm to fall when she connected her eyes with Ginny Weasley.

"Ginny!" Vivienne looked at her old friend in surprise.

"Traitor!" Ginny spat, "After all this, you're still with them?"

"Ginny, it's not like that -" Draco shoved her to the side with him when Ginny tried to throw another curse at them.

"Love, we have to go," Draco told the sad girl. "We can't change her mind. Let's go back to the hideout." Vivienne sent one last sad look to her ginger friend before the two ran away from the battleground.

As they were getting closer to the exit, Bellatrix appeared in front of them with a snap, grabbing Vivienne from Draco's hold. "No!" Draco yelled, reaching an arm out to grab her back. He reeled away when Bellatrix shoved her wand under Vivienne's chin.

"Sorry, nephew!" the crazy woman sneered. "Dark Lord's orders."

"NO!" Draco screamed, the love of his life disappearing before his eyes again.

✨✨✨

“Draco!” Lucius hissed. Everyone turned to Draco, wondering if he was to join the dark side again now that Harry was gone. Some people saw him helping them, while some still thought he was part of the dark side.

But Draco stood there, refusing to move. It was what Vivienne wanted him to do. Where was she? Where did his Aunt take her to? He had to find her as soon as he could -

“Draco!” his mother called out this time, begging. Although he wasn’t as close to his father, his mother he treasured dearly. His face unwillingly twisted to one of conflict.

“Oh, Drakey!” Bellatrix’s voice emerged. She appeared at Voldemort’s side, holding Vivienne in a headlock. Everyone gasped when they saw her struggle to get out of the crazy woman’s grasp, Draco almost choking on his breath. Despite the circumstances, he was glad to see her still alive. “You wouldn’t leave Vivienne here all alone now, would you?” That brought him to his decision.

“Let her go,” he begged, eyes tearing up. “If you let her go then I will join you.”

“NO!” Vivienne panicked, struggling more.

“Shut up!” Bellatrix hissed, jabbing her wand at her face. “Stupid orphan. Come on Draco, choose wisely!”

“Don’t,” Vivienne mouthed to him, a tear escaping her eye. “Stay there,” she said out loud.

“Vivienne -” Draco took a step forward.

“DON’T!” she screeched out desperately. “YOU DON’T BELONG ON THIS SIDE! YOU’RE NOT LIKE THEM!”

“Enough!” Voldemort hissed, growing impatient. “Kill the orphan!”

“No!” Draco yelled, “I’ll join! I’ll join!” He started making his way to them.

“Draco...” He paused midway at the seriousness in his lover’s tone. She looked him in the eyes with determination. “Don’t.” was all she uttered.

His mind and body were feeling like jelly. He wanted to stay on the good side as the two wanted, but at the same time, he wanted to protect her. Both of them.

“I’ll be fine,” she assured him weakly as if hearing his thoughts. “I love you.”

“I-I love you too.” It was the first time they publicly confessed their love for one another.

“So that’s your decision then?” Voldemort mused. “You’d rather do what she says than join me. For her safety. Or your parents.”

Draco didn’t reply. Why was doing the good thing so complicated?

“Very well then,” Voldemort sighed mockingly, pulling out his wand. Draco’s heartbeat started to accelerate from nerves. What was the Dark Lord going to do? “I am very disappointed in you, Draco Malfoy,” Voldemort twirled his wand on his hand as he slowly paced around. “First your Father disappoints me, and then you. For love. Weakness. Disgusting.” He turned his red eyes to Draco with a glare. “You’d risk not only your life but hers and your parents? You’d risk everything for a weak girl like her?”

“She is not weak!” Draco fought back. “She has the biggest heart than anyone I know. She has the heart to love someone like me!”

“Yeah, and betray us!” Ron scoffed. Draco momentarily turned his back on the bad side to glare at Ron so heatedly, that it unnerved them all.

“She didn’t!” Draco defended. “She has done nothing but support you all. You know she never ratted you out to Umbridge! All she has done was be there for me, and love me despite prejudices and my flaws...” He turned back to Voldemort, ignoring the looks of shame on Ron and some people’s faces. “This whole time while people have been isolating her, she has been helping the good side look for reinforcements from around the world. How else do you think some of these wizards from around the world came here to fight?” He threw his arms out towards some foreign wizards who willingly came to fight for justice.

Everyone was surprised when they first came, wondering how people from America, Australia, Japan, China - and so many other countries - came to Hogwarts to help the battle. They simply ignored it, thinking it was the Order or one of the professors who had connections. They never knew they all came from Vivienne who surprisingly had a way with words…

“This whole time you thought Vivienne was some traitor or weak person - well let me tell you, she is not!” He doesn’t know where or why he got this sudden confidence, but he was going to use it. Vivienne went through so much for him, he wanted to help her back. He knew the people’s opinions on her had wounded her, and he wanted to set things straight before it was too late. He loved her. He would do anything for her - even yell in the courtyard in front of everyone including the Dark Lord. “You know what else she did for me? Taught me what was right and wrong, and no way am I joining your side!”

“ENOUGH!” Voldemort yelled, infuriated. He aimed his wand at Draco who lost all confidence and was now a clear target for the wrath of the Dark Lord. “AVADA KEDAVRA-”

“NO!” Vivienne screamed, escaping Bellatrix’s grasp.

To him, everything was in slow motion like the first time they saw each other at the Yule Ball. He watched as Vivienne ran to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, face pressed against his chest, her back to Voldemort. And just like that…

She was hit with the killing curse.

Her limp form slumped against him, Draco catching her immediately before it was too late. “Vivienne?” he called out shakily, his lips wobbling in an attempt trying to hold in his tears.

No response.

“Vivienne?” He shook her lightly, feeling his world shatter. “No...Vivienne!” A second later Draco lifted his head to the sky, releasing a bloodcurdling scream of pure heartbreak.

All this fighting and surviving together…a waste in the end.

“Now you see what happens,” Voldemort hissed, having already expected this scenario. “I will give you this one last chance. Or else your parents will be next.”

Everyone from Hogwarts cried along with Draco at the sight of the fallen girl. Ginny, Hermione, Ron...they all felt guilty for not believing Vivienne and for giving her a hard time. All along she was innocent. And poor Draco…

He sobbed into her hair, his hold on her form tight. She was gone. Right before his eyes. First Dumbledore, then Harry, now Vivienne and…

He rested a gentle hand on her stomach, mourning not for one, but for two people. The child he never got to see grow up…

Near them, Draco spotted an abandoned wand. A plan started to form in his mind…

“Join me, Draco Malfoy, and no harm shall come to you -”

“DRACO, NO!” Narcissa interrupted the Dark Lord for the first time, her face etched out in horror.

Draco had grabbed the fallen wand and placed it underneath his chin, still staring at the love of his life with tears pouring out of his eyes. “I love you,” he whispered to the motionless form. “I’ll see you two, soon.”

“Draco, no!”

“Malfoy!”

“Draco!” Everyone started to scream. Voldemort watched on in shock. This, he did not expect.

They couldn’t get to him; he had cast a silent shield around him and Vivienne before his parents or anyone at Hogwarts could reach them. “Get him!” Narcissa cried to her husband.

“I-I can’t!” Lucius whispered, throwing spell after spell to the invisible shield. “Nothing is working!”

While chaos ensued around the couple, Draco took deep breaths and closed his eyes. “I love you,” he whispered again. “I’ll see you two soon.”

“DRACO!” his parents screamed one last time.

“Avada Kedavra,” he whispered. And just like that…

He was gone.

Everyone was silent, staring in shock at their fallen bodies. Draco Malfoy and Vivienne Moore were dead; Draco’s form was on top of Vivienne like he was protecting her from all dark and evil. One hand laid across her stomach. For their unborn baby.

“How sad,” Voldemort mused with amusement over the cries of many people, “Their lives were taken away, just like that dreadful story: Romeo and Juliet.”

✨✨✨

The battle was over, Voldemort was gone and defeated. Everyone celebrated, but only momentarily. Many lives were gone, especially two people.

They had grabbed their bodies, placing them gently in the middle of the Great Hall on one cot. They made it look like they were just merely sleeping; Vivienne's head resting gently on Draco's chest, his arms wrapped around her protectively - especially in her stomach area. Madam Pomphrey had checked over Vivienne and their suspicions were confirmed. Vivienne was pregnant when she died. It made the whole thing worse; not only did they kill a dear friend, but they also indirectly killed an innocent unborn child. Peace was all the two ever wanted.

Draco's parents stood on one side of the bed, the Golden Trio on the opposite side. They were giving their respects.

Hermione was crying into Ron's chest, heart filled with guilt and heartbreak at the sight before them. Draco's parents were in a similar situation; Narcissa crying into her husband's chest. Lucius stared down at the bodies with an expression of sorrow at the sight of his only son gone.

Looking at them, they never realised how much their situation took a toll on the two teenagers until then. They noticed the sunken eyes, skinniness, the stress lines on their faces...yet despite all that they looked to be in peace.

"No more," Lucius rasped out. Everyone turned to him, even nearby people. "No more of this feud. That's why they're gone. Because of this stupid feud between us."

Harry nodded in agreement. "No more," he acknowledged.

The two were buried alongside Dumbledore as a symbol to everyone; that love was unlimited and powerful, that love conquered all - even at the worst. It was also a symbol of why feuds shouldn't happen.

Draco Malfoy and Vivienne Moore were marked in history by the Wizardry World.

Harry named his third son after Draco, and Hermione and Ron named their third daughter after Vivienne.

There was peace between the Malfoys and the Golden Trio - they would all meet up on the anniversary of their death.

There was peace between Slytherin and Gryffindor for the first time in history.

Draco and Vivienne's story was told worldwide for many years, their story having been written down in diaries the two owned.

Everyone knew the truth in the end.

Vivienne was innocent.

Draco was innocent.

And they were in love.

Like Romeo and Juliet.

Hermione pulled away from the typewriter, blinking away her tears. It was done; she finished writing the story of the star-crossed lovers after 22 years of writing, erasing, writing, editing - until she reached the end. She wanted it to be as real and detailed as possible. It was the least she could do for them.

A knock came on her door, revealing her two best friends - one of them being her husband. They noticed the sad look on her face and the typewriter she sat behind. "It's finished, huh?" Harry mused, the two of them sitting across from her.

"Yeah, it's done," she sighed, closing the two diaries gently and putting them in a safe. "I hope it is as close to the actual memories..."

"I'm sure you did brilliant, Mione," Ron assured her. "They would love it."

"I think it will bring closure to us all," Harry added quietly, "especially to Malfoy's parents."

"After making sure it's correct, the first copy will be sent to them," she announced confidently, gathering the papers and putting them in a safe place on her clean desk. "How are they? It's almost the anniversary..."

"As fine as they can be," Harry sighed, slumping in his chair. "I feel sorry for them all the time. We lost schoolmates when they lost their son...and granddaughter..."

"Poor Vivienne had no one," Ron added miserably. "I can't believe we treated her so harshly..."

"All we can do is move on," Hermione told them shakily. "That's what they would have wanted. That, and the truth which is why I made this book."

"Oh!" Ron perked up at a sudden thought. "There's another reason why we're here!"

"There is?" the Minister of Magic wondered.

"Yup!" the two men nodded.

"It's done," Harry announced. "The painting is done."

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"Mr Malfoy, Mrs Malfoy," Hermione greeted the parents. "It's lovely to see you two again."

"You too," Narcissa said with a weak smile, Lucius giving a small nod.

"I know today is a tough day for all of us," Harry started, "but we hope to help you two get some closure. Which brings us to two gifts."

"Gifts?" Lucius frowned.

"Yes," Hermione nodded. She handed them the wrapped book. "This is the story of Draco and Vivienne - from the first time they saw each other, to..." she trailed off sadly. "Using their diaries, I was able to connect their memories and so I hope through this, you can get some closure and know that despite all this, your son was very happy and in love."

"Thank you," Narcissa sniffed, holding the book to her chest tightly as if it were a newborn. She always wished to be part of Darco’s life when it came to romance, to hear him gush about the lucky girl that caught his heart. She wasn’t able to experience that with her son, but perhaps through this book, she can get a smidge of what her son felt throughout his love life…

"The second gift..." Ron walked to them while levitating a large rectangle-shaped object covered with a cloth. While it was floating in midair, Ron grabbed the cloth and pulled it away to reveal an artwork. An artwork that made them all stifle cries.

It was an artwork with three people; Draco, Vivienne, and their newborn child held gently between the couple. The painting was set in a beautiful field, with the small family sitting on a picnic blanket.

"In their diary," Hermione explained, "Vivienne wrote a dream she had. She had a dream that she was having a beautiful picnic in a field full of flowers and sunshine, and with her was Draco and their newborn baby. Draco gushed about the dream in his diary, and how he hoped it would come true once the battle was over. They knew they were going to have a girl despite the early stages of her pregnancy, and they came up with the name Dariela for their daughter, which means -"

"Beloved," the parents answered. They remember when Draco was a young boy visiting another family’s manor, he came across a book full of baby names - they remembered Draco showing the name Dariela to them, saying how he found it beautiful and hoped to name his daughter that in the future.

"An anonymous painter wanted to create something for us to bring closure," Harry explained to the emotional parents. "With this, we can imagine this as them now, watching us."

"We had a plan of hanging this in Hogwarts," Ron told them, "but at the same time this should go to you since Draco is your son -"

"No," they shook their head.

"You can hang it in Hogwarts," Lucius told them. "It's where it belongs. It’s where…it’s where they met. The beautiful painting doesn’t belong in a dark place like our home."

"Although..." Narcissa hesitated. "If possible...can there be another painting for us to hang? So they can come and go if they wanted..."

"Of course," Hermione nodded quickly. "The painter is working on it already."

"Thank you so much -"

"Hello..." they all gasped when the painting came to life; Draco and Vivienne smiling at them. Narcissa couldn't hold it in and released her sobs.

"Oh, my baby!" she cried. Draco merely smiled at her blissfully. "I'm so sorry..."

"It's okay, it's not your fault," the Draco painting spoke. It made them all shiver with how realistic he sounded. It's been 22 years since they last heard from them…

"Just know that we are happy, and at peace," Vivienne told them, cradling her baby in her arms happily. "We're always watching from above."

"We forgive you," the two chorused. The living people weren't aware of how much they needed to hear that from their lips until that day.

That was the last time the painting spoke. From then on, it was just the two of them smiling and enjoying their time together, something they never got when they were alive. They would silently greet people in Hogwarts, and sometimes visit Malfoy Manor - but everyone knew that it was quite dangerous to have a moving painting of a passed loved one as it could bring one person to madness and unable to move on.

Nonetheless, after that, it was easier for people to move on, to live their lives knowing that everything was okay now, that the small family - wherever they were - was in a happy place.

They never forgot the star-crossed lovers and made sure everyone knew about them and their story. Their story was passed down from generation to generation, proving again that in the end…

Love was unlimited and powerful, and love conquered all.

The End

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As the Sun Sets // Dreams // Part Four

TW: Physical abuse

Part Five

Theodores POV:

“It is not me. Trust me Scarlet. Besides, I would be a horrible boyfriend.” I chuckled lightly. Ever since I was pulled off of Adrian while he was getting ready to leave the train last year, Pansy has known it’s Scarlet, who I love.

Scarlet was nestled beside me to fight the cold. I can feel the warmth of her blanket through my robes.

“Any girl would be lucky to call you their boyfriend, you're a great guy. Even if you don't think so. I have met a lot of terrible guys. You, Theodore Nott, are not one of them. You're one of the good ones.” she says grabbing my hand.

Fuck are her hands soft. Don’t stop touching me please. I can't stop the blush that creep to my face. Gods, the scent of Honey, Earl Grey and Vanilla are overflowing my scenes. When she lets go, my hand immediately gets cold from the loss of contact.

All of a sudden she is leaning over me. Fuck. Her breasts are grazing over my cock. All of my blood rushes to my dick, I'm starting to feel myself strain in my pants. Keep it cool Theo. I tell myself, casually wrapping my cloak around myself.

As soon as she sits back up, she’s smiling at me and I feel as though cold water is dumped on me.

Burn marks all over her arm. Some older, some newer. Cuts riddled her long honey toned legs. Is that the word ‘pathetic’ scared over the top of her thigh?

Occluding just like she taught me, I turn away quickly and look out at the water.

I can hear her talking but I can’t stop thinking about who would do this to her? Did she do it to herself? “I have heard that you fancy someone as well. Are you gonna tell me who this time? You must know they need my approval to date my Theodore.” She bumps into my shoulder prayerfully.

I wondered if she would hurt herself like this. Intentionally write that into herself… But she wouldn't do that… My scarlet would never hurt herself intentionally. So who would? My jaw and fits clenching at the thought that maybe it was because of Adrian.

“Hey, I’m sorry Theo. I was just joking. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.” Her words snap me out of my thoughts. Oh bloody hell Theo you're making her apologize. She doesn’t need to apologize for anything. You’re making her sad. She was trying to joke around and you're freezing up.

I need to leave. I have to figure out who did this. I have to leave before I start getting angry. Who is making her feel this way?

Getting up I wipe the grass off my trousers and start to leave. But before I leave she has to kno

“You’re not pathetic Scarlet.” I whisper so quietly that hopefully she didn’t hear me. Looking at her beautiful face then down to the scars that riddle her body, instantly I see her eyes change from the cloudy green to fully foggy.

Of course she would occuled. She has covered herself in disillusionment charms for ceric knows how long. The barley there sheen has always caught my eye but I know better than to ask about it.

Fuck. I feel my heart pounding in my ears as I make my way back to my dorm. Why did I leave her there? She obviously went there to be alone. She didn’t want you there. Stop. She didn’t want you to see her. Stop. She thinks you’re disgusted by what you saw.

I could never be disgusted by her. She’s beautiful. The way her green eyes sparkle when all her doors are open. The way her blonde hair shines in the sunlight. How when she laughs it's the most contagious laugh I have ever heard. She is perfect to me, and I have loved her since I first met her when we were 11 years old at kings cross.

Pansy. I have to talk to Pansy. Maybe she will tell me. She can also hopefully get this ridiculous idea out of Scarlet's head that I fancy her. Why would I fancy anyone other than Scarlet? She’s perfect. What if Pansy doesn't know? I mean she has always been disillusioned. Draco? We are best friends, but that is his family.. He wouldn't betray her like that… If he even knew.

Fuck.

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I couldn't sleep at all once I got back to the dorm. Visions of her being tortured in my head. Everytime I close my eyes all I can see is her in pain. Why was that carved into her leg? Where did those burns and cuts come from? Were those the only ones on her? Are there more words carved into her beautiful honey skin?

I have many matching scars as I saw on her arm all over my body from my father as well. Thankfully I learned healing spells at a young age and was able to heal them all before they were scared.

But why hadn't Scarlet. If she was scared, how come she didn't heal them? Why let them stay? Maybe she couldn't heal them. Maybe she was forced to keep them. Stop. I need to talk to Pansy.

Walking to breakfast I spot her just a few feet ahead of me. She looks better than last night. Not that she didn't look good last night. Just that she looks lighter, happier. Arm in arm with Pansy. Scars clearly disillusioned.

Breakfast was the same as always. Pansy doing her nails, talking about the upcoming halloween dance with Scarlet. Draco and Blaise doing a mediocre job at acting friendly while including Adrian in their conversation about quidditch practice last night.

Then I see Adrian’s hand go under the table to rest on Scarlet’s thigh. My jaw clenches. The thigh with that word carved into her. I see her face flinch at the contact but just for a moment before she occludes a little more and settles back into smiling and chatting with Pansy.

Picking at my eggs and toast I hear Pansy is trying to get my attention

“Who are you taking to the dance Theo?” Everyone is looking at me now. Snapping back on my classic Theo personality. I drawl “Maybe I’ll ask patil to go.” Looking for the twin across a sea of people eating breakfast. Patil and I have been friends for about a year now. Hooking up occasionally but nothing serious.

“I haven’t thought about the dance too much actually.” And if I'm being honest. I was going to ask Scarlet but now that she is with Adrian again I don’t know. “Well Scarlet and I are going to be an Angle and a Devil.” Pansy exclaims grinning wildly.

“Well obviously you will be a Devil Pans because you’re such a bit-“ Blaise was cut short with what I assume to be a kick to the shin from under the table. “Point made” Blaise mumbled under his breath rubbing his shin under the table.

Pansy continued “What will the rest of you be? I know Adrian is going to be an angel as well so he can match Scar.” Pansys voice grew quiet towards the end leaving a distasteful look on her face.

“And because she is my Angel.” He says placing a kiss on top of her head.

“Pans I don’t think I am even going to go. Dressing up is rather childish don’t you think? Plus I have better things to do than hang around a bunch of people who I despise..” Draco argues from beside me.

“Well you’ve been a party pooper all year, so I expect nothing less from you” Pansy said matter of factly “Theo, Blaise? What will you be? If you don't choose anything I will just have you escort me."

"Yeah, yeah that’s fine Pans” Blaise waves his hand in a motion to indicate he doesn’t care. “Sounds great, Pans, maybe I will find my own little devil to take back to my dorm with me” I say while raising my eyes seductively.

With all of us walking to class Scarlet hasn't talked to or looked my way once. I tried to get her attention throughout the day but it's all been short. “Thank you Theo.” “No thank you.” “See you later Theo.” If she was trying to act like nothing happened, not talking to me at all or as usual, isn't normal. She is my best friend. ——————————————————————————————————

After classes are done for the day I make my way through the door of Pansy and Scarlets dorm. I am immediately hit with the smell of vanilla and earl gray. Pansy is fussing over two red dresses on her bed. Different shades of red. One darker than the other. One lighter in color with sparkles and strapless.

“Oh good you’re here!” Pansy exclaims with a clap of her hands. “I need your help deciding which dress to wear. This one?” Flicking her wand she puts on the first dress. Short, sparkly and strapless. And the second. Darker, one shoulder and also extremely short.

“I would definitely shag you in that first one” I say with a flop onto her bed. “First one it is!” Flicking her wand back to her peach satin pajamas.

“So Theo boy. What can I do for you?” She says coming to sit on the opposite end of the bed. “And hexing Adrian is not an option. Though I have been really considering it lately.”

“No hexing as of yet Pans. But maybe later.” I smirk. “I came to talk to you about Scarlet… Ha-“ I was cut off with a groan from the raven haired girl I call my friend. “Theo, listen. I love you, I do. But I cannot listen to you whine about her and Adrian anymore.”

Rolling my eyes “I do NOT whine about her…” Pansy has known about me being in love with Scarlet since 4th year. She caught me beating the piss out of Seamus Finnigan for talking about how much of an annoying swot Scarlet is and caught on even more when I threatened to Crucio Adrian once we found out he was cheating on her.

“The other night she said she had a nightmare.. She looked awful Pans..” Pansy looking sad nods her head. “She gets them every now and then. Quite terrible honestly. Screaming, crying. I often have to hold her down to stop her convulsions.” Horror was written all over my face.

“Who are these nightmares about Pans? Has she told you?” I don't understand. She has never mentioned having such extreme nightmares. Trying to think back on anything that could have hinted to such nightmares, I come up with nothing.

“Her father… But I don't know anything else about them other than what she yells in her sleep. I have tried to ask but she just makes something up. Being late for her O.W.L.S or failing them. Nothing that would make her freak out the way I’ve seen.” She looks over at Scarlet's bed.

“What does she yell in her sleep Pans?” I question quieter than I intended.

Pansy hesitates for a moment. “‘Please stop’ ‘I can't take anymore’. I don't know what’s going on in those nightmares… But it's always the same. She screams as if she is being tortured, then she goes to the bathroom and will come back out like nothing happened. Won’t talk about it or tell me anything.”

Nodding my head in understanding,I stand up, kiss pansy on the top of her head.

Her father? She’s only ever told us that he’s an auror for the French ministry. And that she spends most of her time with the Malfoys because he's away often on missions… None of this makes any sense, and I cent help the thought that maybe she is hiding more.

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Oh baby, the tears-D.M

This is the first and very last I’ll do about piss kink, please do not request it again

HUGE WARNINGS: piss kink, humiliation kink, daddy kink, use of the word whore & slut, spanking/belting, crying/good tears, well, piss, ball licking-don’t come after me😭🤭

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!reader (Older!sadistic!Draco x Sub!fem!reader)

A/N: now I feel icky😂 I mean I’m absolutely not into piss kink and please don’t request it. DON’T LIKE DON’T READ, m’kay my loves?❤️

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“I-I can’t hold it..!”

"You better hold it, sweetheart," Draco told you, one hand grabbing your ass hard as the other presses down on your tummy. All day, he had been making you drink water, and now that he was fucking you, it was becoming harder and harder to hold it in.

You had done your whimpering and crying and begging, and now he was playing a game with you, telling you to hold it while actively trying to make you go.

"You don't wanna make daddy mad, don’t you?”

"D-dray!” your protests were becoming panicked now, feeling the tingling in your lower belly that only meant one thing.

"Please, Draco, I'm gonna— Please, let me go!”

He was fucking you hard now, his balls slapping your sticky cunt with each thrust. You could almost feel his cock in your throat with how deep he was inside you, and those ringed fingers only pressed harder down on your soft belly.

"I'm almost done, princess," The blonde man above you grumbled through gritted teeth, huffing with exertion as he fucked you. His hand on your waist fell below your belly, and his skilled fingers started to play with your clit. True, you were getting pleasure from him fucking you— his cock drove into that special spot inside you with almost every thrust, and your legs were already shaking with how close you were to cumming— and your back arched as a wrecked moan left your mouth.

"You fuckin' better hold it in," He told you. "If you piss on my cock, I'll belt your pretty ass."

"Dray," you hiccuped, and a flash of heat rocked through your whole body fizzling in your toes and brain. Draco's fingers roughly circled your clit now, turning your pretty brain to mush, and you grabbed him by the hair and tugged as you sobbed.

"Draco, I'm gonna—"

"You gonna cum?" The blonde asked with a condescending chuckle. "Or do you gotta go?"

"Both!" you cried.

"C'mon, dove," he said, gnashing his teeth as his thrusts became slower but harder. It almost felt like a punishment, the way he was fucking you. "You can do it, fucking let go, c'mon, princess."

Tears pricked at your y/e/c eyes as you felt that tingle again, and your mouth fell open in a silent cry as you let go, gushing all over his cock. Your tears fell as you felt the relief spread through your body, like being dunked in a warm bath, and you felt Draco's tongue press against your cheek and lick up your salty tears.

"Oh, baby, the tears," He pouted with a snicker. "You're gonna make me cum so fuckin' hard."

Suddenly, Draco pulled out of you, and he grabbed your chin with his large hand, cutting off your whine from the sudden emptiness in your pussy.

"But I said that if you pissed on me, you'd get belted," he told you, his grey eyes narrow and serious. "Turn over, dumb little thing, show me your ass."

Your legs shook like a leaf as you turned yourself onto your belly, and he hooked a hand on your hip and tugged your ass up into the air.

"You'll only get five," Draco told you, grabbing his discarded pants and slipping the belt from its place in the loops. "'Cause you looked so pretty when you did it."

The first crack of his belt on your ass made your fingers curl in the bedsheets. The white-hot sting was terrible, but your pussy clenched hard around nothing.

Fuck, you thought to yourself..

"Look at that," he laughed. "You're getting off on this, huh? Little whore." He emphasized it with the second hit of his belt, along with a quick third, and you finally whimpered.

"Please, Daddy," you mewled, arching back into his grip, and his hand came to lightly touch your thrumming and hot skin. His cool rings made you jump, and you moaned at the relief it brought your raw skin.

"Two more, angel," Draco told you, rubbing your ass soothingly. "Then I've got a surprise for you."

"Uhu?" you managed weakly.

The fourth came without warning, and you cried out in pain. One more felt excruciating, but a warmth flooded your chest at Draco's next words:

"You can lick up your piss from my balls."

The fifth strike came, the sound of the expensive leather hitting your skin music to his sadistic ears, and you quickly got up on quivering legs and instantly knelt on the ground in front of him. Your cool heels touched your ass as you sat back and eagerly watched the blonde jerk himself off, and your hands went to his thighs as you sank your mouth around one of his thick and heavy balls.

His cock jumped and throbbed at the feel of your soft lips, and Draco’s free hand shot out to grab you by your hair. "Good fuckin' girl," he moaned low in his chest as you suckled at his ball, savoring the taste of his skin.

"Such a slut for me, aren't you? My slut isn’t that right, baby?”

“Only-only yours daddy”

#draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco smut #fanfic #imagines #drabbles #fluff #hp smut #pure filth #i’m kind of nervous about this #i’m screaming #don’t mind me #my adhd

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Truth or Dare Part 5

Word count: 701

Summary: A bunch of students get together for a very smutty game of Truth or Dare.

Warnings: Masturbation, Oral, Sexual intercourse, Anal, Fingering, honesty, Cum kink, Voyeurism, Exibitionism, Public, breeding kink.

“Fred truth or dare?” Draco asks still panting recovering from his hard orgasm in Grangers mouth. Everyone going and sitting down in thier spots.

“Dare.” Fred says rubbing his hand up and down over his covered cock.

“I dare you to get sucked off be Y/N.” Draco says with a smirk. You lick your lips in anticipation.

“But isn't Y/N Petra and Viktor's?” Hermione asks confused.

“She's allowed to swallow anyone who is here's cum but she is only allowed to take Petra, Viktor, Draco, and myself in her pussy or ass.” Blaise says. “Just like if you were ours.”

“I won't ever be yours. You two are too obsessed with cumming.” Hermione says turning bright pink.

“Did you not like the taste of Draco's load?” Petra asks with a innocent vurious tone, while watching you crawl over to Fred. Both Petra and Viktor are rubbing their fabric covered cocks.

“Yes, but…” Hermione turns bright red watching you take Fred deep into your throat. Fred throws his head back groaning out a loud fuck. He grabs your hair and thrusts into you. Hermione shifts around.

“I think Granger is throbbing for a hard cock in her pussy.” Astoria says while fingering herself. Cedric has his eyes on her fingers. Noding his head in agreement. While rubbing his cock.

"Definitely, needs a hard cock pounding her." George says with a grin watching Y/N take his twins cock deep in her throat. Him jerking his cock at the same pace.

"Fuck, George. Im gonna cum!" Fred calls out panting to his twin.

"Me too." George replies. Just as he says that they both cum with a moan. Fred filling Y/Ns mouth. The rest watching as a dark grey spot appears on Georges sweats.

"Cedric truth or dare?" Fred asks as Y/N heads back sitting on to Viktors cock.

"Dare" he replies.

"I dare you to get Astoria pregnant starting first load now." Fred says with a smirk.

"Please." Astoria begs still thrusting her fingers into her sloppy cunt, thighs covered in her own juice.

"Alright, babygirl. Come here and sit on my cock. I'll fill you." Cedric says Astoria.

She crawls over wiggling her butt as she goes. The boys all groan. All of them rubbing thier bulges. She sits on his cock and he pounds into her.

"Blaise, truth or dare." He pants out between groans.

"Dare." Blaise says confidently with a smirk.

"I dare you to finger Granger till she cums." Cedric pants out. "Ugggg." He groans cumming into Astoria. Blaise heads over to Granger.

"Come on baby. Lets get you to cum pretty for everyone." He says all of us focusing on her.

He flips her skirt up and moves her panties to the side. He thrusts his fingers into her rubbing his palm on her clit. She moans loudly, bucking into his hand. Draco is on his knees cock out in the middle of the circle jerking off.

Harry is watching her with fasination jerking his cock off.

"Middle of the circle, Potter." Theo reminds him. Potter gets up and mirrors Draco.

"Blaise..." Granger says looking at Blaise in panic.

"It's okay, babygirl. I have you. You've never cum before have you?" He asks with a knowing look. Granger shakes her head. "I want you to enjoy and fall off that cliff. I will have you."

All the boys groan. Fleur moans out her fingers in her pretty pink pussy. Theo, Fred and George all end up in the circle jerking off as well. Petra heads there pulling his cock out watching both you and Granger at the same time.

All of a sudden "Blaise!?!" Granger screams out soaking his hand. The boys all groan out cumming. Cedric in Astoria. Viktor in Y/N. Blaise's cock vomits out cum into his sweats. The rest of the boys in the circle. The girls cum as well. Blaise rubs her as she comes down panting.

"How was that?" Blaise asks.

"Please, can you do it again?" She begs Blaise.

"Become, mine and Draco's and you can cum whenever you want." Blaise says with a shrug. He turns around and everyone sees a new massive wet spot on the front of his sweats.

#smut #female reader #harry potter smut #draco smut #blaise zabini #draco x hermione x blaise #blaise smut #blaise x reader #viktor x reader x oc #viktor x reader #viktor smut #hp smut #hp fanfic #hp fandom #hermione smut #draco x hermione

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Up Here Past Curfew?

Summary: Y/n stays up past curfew at the library, studying, when Prefect Draco catches and punishes her.

SMUT, slight fluff

You had been sulking your hours, studying at the library for your upcoming potions test. You were probably the only student spending 'Friday Night' hunched over a bubbling cauldron. You were so focused on brewing 'the perfect potion' that you completely lost track of time. As you stirred around the mixture, your gaze moved towards the sharp needles of the clock.

"Shit." You realized it was way past curfew and quickly gathered your supplies. The last thing you needed right now was a detention.

In the rush to leave, you accidentally knocked over the potion you'd been working on. The heavy cauldron clashed harshly against the marble floor. The loud noise echoed in the hallowed silence of the library. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" you groaned in frustration before cleaning the mess. You were about to leave when your eyes locked with his familiar ones.

"Up here past curfew now, are we?" Really. He just had to be the one to find you, right! His deep voice echoed throughout the empty library as he leaned on one of the bookshelves. He stood there with a devilish smirk plastered on his face.

You had found Draco Malfoy attractive since year one. His platinum blonde hair, his mystic blue-grey eyes, his peony lips, everything about him has got girls simping for him. He eyed you up and down before finally settling his gaze back on your face, waiting for an answer.

"Oh..hey Malfoy! I lost track of time while studying for the upcoming potions test. Now, if you'll excuse me I'll be heading back to my dorm." You swiftly walked past him until you felt a cold grip on your wrist. You turn around.

"What's the rush y/l/n? I, as head boy, need to make sure you get an appropriate punishment for staying past curfew." His eyes traveled down to the hem of your pleated skirt, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"Please Draco, can I just get a warning this time. I'm already very unprepared for this test and detention isn't gonna do any better!" You beg.

"Oh. Is that what you want?" he starts walking towards you and you walk backward until you hit the edge of the table, "but there are some favors I'll appreciate in return."

At this point, the blonde was inches away from your face with a huge smirk. His sinister expression made you weak in the knees. You knew exactly where this was headed but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want it. He trapped you by placing both his hands on either side of the table behind you.

"I'll do anything." You whisper, slightly breathless.

The next moment, his lips crashed against yours, kissing you hungrily. His hand rests on your throat while yours find their way to the back of his head, tugging at his blonde locks. He smoothly slips his tongue in your mouth as a moan escaped your lips.

His lips traveled down to your jaw, then to your neck, cutting through your sensitive skin. Dark purple marks covered your neck and Draco started unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it off along with your bra in one swift move. His long fingers toyed with one nipple and he mercilessly sucked the life out of the other one, causing moans to escape from your mouth.

"On your knees, now!" He pulls off his unbuttoned shirt as you obey him and sink down to your knees. You start undoing his belt and pulling down his trousers, followed by his boxers.

His hard erection springs up to his stomach, already dripping with precum. You slowly start pumping him in your hand with the most innocent look ever on your face. Once you wrap your lips around him, his head falls back. He groans and roughly grabs your hair.

You swirl your tongue against his top and take as much of him as possible, using your hand on what you couldn't fit. He pushed your head down on him with the grip on your hair, making you gag around his dick. You hollowed your cheeks and picked up the pace, making sure to drag your tongue up the base every time you bob your head. Draco's mouth left moans and you knew he was close but before he could finish he's pulling you back up to your feet in front of him.

Draco's lips press against yours once again and his hand travels under your skirt, dragging down your drenched panties. He then slides his finger through your slick folds, causing you to moan.

"Do you want this y/n?" His beautiful eyes lock on yours, both of you panting in anticipation.

"Yes" you mutter. Before you knew it he had turned you around and bent you down, your face was pressed against the cool surface of the table.

He lifts your skirt over your ass and spanks both your cheeks before teasing you with his tip.

"Draco, please" you beg.

"What was that darling?"

"Please fuck me Draco" you stated. Even he couldn't resist anymore and without warning, he slides himself all the way inside you, making you moan in ecstasy. You throw your head back as he starts pounding into you roughly, slapping your skin multiple times as a string of profanities escaped both your lips.

"These little skirts you wear drive me fucking insane! I always dreamed of bending you over a table and fucking you mercilessly." Your fingers gripped the edge of the table and you started rocking back onto him.

"Drac-oh fuck!" He grabbed your hair and started slamming into you even harder, hitting your g-spot constantly.

Suddenly, he pulls out and flips you on your back, sitting you on the edge and pushing himself in you once again. You wrap your legs around his waist as he assaulted your neck.

Your hands move down his toned chest and trace his abs. Draco's hand makes it to your throat once again, the cold metal rings sending chills down your spine. Using his other hand, he started rubbing circles on your clit, sending you on cloud nine.

"Cum for me y/n!"

That was it. His words were more than enough to push you over the edge. Your walls quickly clench around him and your body trembles as you release your orgasm. Seconds later, Draco finishes inside you and lazily rides out your highs.

Both of your moans echoed in the library, but you could care less from the pleasure you were feeling. He slowly pulled out of you, which left you rubbing your thighs together at the loss of contact. You both cleaned up and dressed yourselves.

"What if someone heard us?" You say, worried.

"I cast a silencing charm before we ever started." He chuckles.

"Let me walk you to the common room!" He stated.

As soon as you got off the table, you fell hard on the floor. You were so sore and your legs gave in. Draco laughed and sent you a smile. A genuine smile. He then lifted you up and carried you to your dorm, bridal style. You were a little less sore after this silent walk and got out of his arms.

"Good Night Malfoy."

"You can call me Draco by the way...Good Night y/n!"

You smiled to yourself and were about to turn the doorknob to your dorm when Draco suddenly turned you around and pulled you onto him. His lips pressed against yours, but this time it was different. It was passionate and full of love. You kissed him back and unwillingly pulled away after what felt like forever. You couldn't believe this was happening!

"I'll see you around, love." He said before walking away.

You just stood there with your cheeks completely flushed. It's gonna take you a hell lot of time to process whatever just happened. But whatever it was, you couldn't be any happier.

#draco lucius malfoy #y/n #smut #draco x reader #prefect draco #slight fluff #draco one shot #draco imagine #curfew #library #dracofandom #draco malfoy #draco #draco smut #draco fluff #one shot #imagine

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Harry Potter and The American

In which, after Voldemort's failed assassination of baby Harry, the Malfoys flee to Texas. Draco returns to Britain in 4th year and all hell breaks loose. Read here.

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Harry looked up at the hulking boy before him. He smelled like sunshine, hay, and the musky scent of perspiration. His grey eyes were nearly closed from how hard he was grinning, the corners crinkled. Perfectly lined teeth were on display with the infectious grin stretching his tanned cheeks. Harry reached out in a daze - oh Merlin, his hands were deliciously calloused. Their hands fit together easily and they shook once, the beginning of new promises forming. "Potter… Harry. My name is Harry," he sputtered out, cheeks growing red. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Harry. I've a feelin' we're gonna be fast friends." Draco replied with a laugh as he slung his arm around Harry's shoulders. This was going to be a long year…

A snippet from chapter 1 is below the cut!

"Draco, we're leaving Monday. Have you packed your things?" Lucius says across the dinner table to his son. Draco has never understood why his parents sound like the supervillains in the movies he'd snuck out with the ranch hands to watch on hot summer nights when no one could sleep. He sounds as country as moonshine, yet they sound like they belong in ballrooms and charity events. At his father clearing his throat, Draco looks away from the sun setting just outside the window to his left to see both of his parents giving him expectant looks.

"Oh, uh… where to? Anywhere I been?" He couldn't really care less. If it was up to him, he'd stay here until he grew old and wrinkled. But it isn't up to him. Narcissa sighs, looking down and shaking her head at their dinner before looking back up at her son.

"For the fifth time, Draco, we are moving back home. Don't you remember? I've had this talk with you almost every day this week!" Narcissa looks up to her husband, a curled blonde hair strand falling into her face. Lucius pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head.

"We're going to Britain? Why? Last I recall, you said you weren't on speaking terms with your family, Ma and Pops is an only child." Draco spears the piece of steak he's been carving at distractedly before popping it into his mouth.

"Well, now that you're older, we were thinking it's about time for you to be introduced to polite society. You'll make friends, be amongst children your own age instead of mug- nomaj persons. And you'll finally get to meet Harry. He attends Hogwarts and will be in your year when you start school." Lucius looks up from the glass of wine he was sipping from to peer across at his son. He's grown into a fine young man, but still was naive, still of the mindset that people were inherently good and that won't do. Not if this war was to be won. "We leave Monday, you'll be taken straight to Hogwarts by portkey. Make certain you say your goodbyes before then."

"Yes, Pop."

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Author: honeysweetcutie (starlightwriting/princess-xion)

Apricity (708KB - 43 Chapters - NC-17) In Fourth Year, Draco is fed up. He's tired of seeing grey where there should be color. So, he kisses Hermione. She slaps him. Problem not solved. By Eighth Year, he's sure of three things: she doesn't like it when he touches her dishes, he doesn't mind standing with her while she cries, and she looks really cute with her hair in buns.

Artifice (26KB - Incomplete - R) In which Hermione's life after Hogwarts is nothing like she imagined, and she summons a demon to help her get something she desperately desires. The only problem? She must be saved from death by her guardian angel to complete the ritual. Her guardian angel? Draco Malfoy. [Dark, trigger warnings, demons, non-con, canon w/o epilogue] Dramione; hint of Theomione

Ashes to Blood (71KB - Incomplete - R) It's gonna be fine. One vial of her blood a day. He won't go feral, won't attack any students, and won't go to Azkaban. As long as Draco's lips don't touch her, Hermione won't deal with the all-encompassing arousal that comes with letting a vampire feed off of her. If she has to, she'll touch herself right next to him. Totally gonna be fine. [Vampire AU, Black Hermione]

Away from the Rain (15KB - Incomplete - R) The rain hasn't stopped falling since the end of the war. Draco's father's legacy poisons even from afar, and forgiveness is undeserved. Late at night, Draco hides and listens to Hermione singing in the Room of Hidden Things because it's the only time he doesn't feel like he's drowning. It's fine for him to listen as long as she doesn't know he's there, isn't it?

Caged (267KB - 19 Chapters - NC-17) Hermione feels like she's trapped in a world that's different from everyone else's. Her skin is littered with bruises, and she spends hours daydreaming about a life that feels as far away as the stars. She's got a crush on her boyfriend's brother, but it doesn't mean anything when her boyfriend has iron chains wrapped around her so tight that they suffocate her. She just wants to breathe.

Capture the Stars (29KB - 2 Chapters - ) Harry is dead. Voldemort is king. Sent to the Dark Lord's palace to receive his judgment, Draco and Hermione must find a way to navigate his web of shadows. Without Draco's dragon, Tom Riddle cannot be defeated. The tools they need are as scattered as the stars, but Hermione refuses to give up until she's captured them all.

Chasing Shadows (66KB - 6 Chapters - R) A friendship with Draco Malfoy was not something Hermione expected, but it is something she has grown to love in more ways than one. When a higher grade on an essay leads Hermione down a path of indignation, she discovers that chasing the shadows of the past will only bring them both more harm than good. Eighth Year fic.

Chasing the After (31KB - Incomplete - R) Hermione's spent her whole life escaping from the person she was before. Before she got her magic. Before the war. Before she got sick. She can't even look at a photo of her childhood self without feeling ashamed. Maybe she's chasing an after she doesn't deserve.

Counting the Stars (412KB - 27 Chapters - R) Harry is dead. Voldemort is king. Narcissa is dying, and Hermione is the only one who can help. Even with Draco's protection, Hermione still finds herself at the mercy of the Dark Lord's wrath. But she won't stop fighting until she runs out of stars to count. Part One. [dark Voldemort Wins AU]

Cupere (336KB - 17 Chapters - R) [to long for; to desire] It's Eighth Year and Draco is just trying to graduate, at this point. When someone slips Granger an Ancient Roman lust potion, he punches a Seventh Year in the face, finds out she's quite responsive, gains forgiveness, and discovers that he really should pursue a career in Potions. Not necessarily in that order.

Dancing with the Devil (44KB - Incomplete - R) Because they have entered the seventh circle. Shadow versions of themselves, now surrounded by demons in a place that once hosted kings and queens. A palace ruled by a Devil who believes he's won, hosting galas in Hellfire. And Draco will spend the whole night dancing with demons, if it means keeping her safe from the flames. [Dark, Voldemort Wins]

Firecracker (24KB - Incomplete - R) "She was a firecracker, and he would keep his eyes on the ground, if only to let her know someone cared that she was burning." / Draco agrees to go to Disneyland with Hermione, if she agrees not to drink for the entire day that they're there. He didn't realize that his new flatmate had more bottles in the freezer than food.

Home (389KB - 16 Chapters - R) DARK, but happy ending. Three years ago, Voldemort won and destroyed Great Britain. Hermione Granger has lost everything except the orphan she took under her wing after the war, and she does whatever she can to survive. One day, Draco Malfoy happens by their place on the sidewalk and something possesses him to transfigure them a blanket.

Howl (13KB - Incomplete - R) Draco returns to Britain after five years of running from the person his parents wanted him to be, and his father has a horrifying request for him. In a species where Born wolves are valued higher than Turned wolves, Draco is terrified. When he Marks Hermione Granger, it's the beginning of his path to learning that it is the man who makes the wolf.

In Sleeping Dreams (16KB - One Shot - R) [Eighth Year] Draco can't sleep unless Hermione's with him. It's her that keeps his darkness out, and he that chases her nightmares away. In sleeping dreams, they can simply be.

Invisible (886KB - Incomplete - R) Greyback is trying to build a hybrid army, and he purchased the laboratories so he could take three different demon's souls (demons that Voldemort had in captivity before he died) and splice them. The souls - their magic - can be split a large number of times and retain full brain capacity, therefore when a demon's soul is split and put into the body of a magical creature, if the soul doesn't destroy the body, it becomes almost clonelike. Draco's demon, however, is the only one, because he escaped by possessing Crabbe with his entire soul, rather than a split.

Jersey (39KB - 3 Chapters - NC-17) Hermione Granger can imagine nothing more horrifying than being naked in the Quidditch stands. Thank Merlin Draco Malfoy's there to give her his jersey.

List of Shit I Think is Cool (13KB - One Shot - R) "And she was fine, allowing him to let the pieces scatter, because one thing she'd always thought was cool about him was the fact that no matter how far her pieces tended to wander, he always found them and put her back together." Hermione wants Draco to stop being a prat. Draco just wants to be a prat. Adult themes! Fluffy one-shot.

Normal (83KB - Incomplete - R) Hermione knows chocolate is sweet. She thinks Draco might be sweeter. The night of their five-year Hogwarts reunion, a game of Truth or Dare leads her to reveal her most shameful secrets. Secrets that even the sweetness of chocolate cannot cure. She just wants to know what it feels like to be normal.

Ombré de la Lune (106KB - Incomplete - NC-17) There's something in the Forbidden Forest. Something with yellow eyes and claws like the tips of a falchion. Something that's got Hermione going into Borgin & Burke's, tasting Dark magic for a journal and a ring in the hopes that she can find the answers she seeks. What sort of werewolf doesn't need wolfsbane?

Scorched (16KB - Incomplete - R) Hermione Granger has been hiding the fact that she is an Omega for three years. Nothing can prepare her for what happens when an Alpha wants her, and he has no intention of taking care of her. After a horrific experience, Hermione runs to home of the only Alpha who can protect her: Draco Malfoy. [Dark. No Voldemort AU. Alpha/Omega. Trauma recovery. Trigger warnings apply]

Small (283KB - Incomplete - R) Hermione is small. At only 160cm, she's always had to be brighter than everyone else. At 190cm, Malfoy towers over her and makes her feel out of control. When asking him for help awakens something inside of her she hadn't realized was there, her Eighth Year becomes very, very interesting.

Spearmint (13KB - One Shot - G) Draco Malfoy never thought they'd be in this position. Two years of working side-by-side at the Ministry, and he never once presumed to think for a moment that Hermione Granger would be his partner on a mission, let alone stuck on the side of a cliff wall with her. If her shallow breathing and pale face were of any indication, neither did she.

Sunlight on the Snow (79KB - Incomplete - R) [Head Boy/Head Girl AU] Draco's sick of it. Food-covered dishes, clothes strewn about, in the loo for what feels like hours. Sharing a common room with a Head Girl that seems more like a head case is worse than sharing a home with the Dark Lord. Until things start making sense, and then sharing a space with her is exactly where he wants to be.

Tastes the Sweetest (66KB - Incomplete - NC-17) "You're so breakable, Granger, you know that? I could crush you right now." Hermione has only felt fear three times. The first time, when she was lying beneath Bellatrix's wand. The second, when Harry walked out to the forest with no intention of coming back. And now, today, with Malfoy's hand on her hip and her blood on his fingers.

Unholy (25KB - Incomplete - R) The pain increased, intensifying yet again like a wildfire bursting. It swelled and swelled until he thought he might pass out. Inside, he could feel the anger of the demon rising as it realized another sigil was being put in place. He hoped it didn't speak again. [DARK DEMON/VAMPIRE HYBRID FIC.]

Trapped (260KB - 19 Chapters - R) Hermione feels trapped in a world that's different from everyone else's. Her skin is littered with bruises, and she spends hours daydreaming about a life that feels as far away as the stars. She's got a crush on her boyfriend's brother, but it doesn't mean anything when her boyfriend has iron chains wrapped around her so tight that they suffocate her. She just wants to breathe.

#author: honeysweetcutie #author: starlightwriting #author: princess-xion #published: 2019

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iove33 · 5 months

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Fem!Reader x D.M.

(Yall im not British so the most British your gonna get from me is the occasional “bloody hell”)

“Fuck “ I muttered getting up from bed turning off the annoying ass alarm that went off every day (other than the days I faked sick or was ac sick 😁) * I rubbed my eyes walking to my closet grabbing the uniform and heavy robe throwing it into my bed , I sat down at my vanity putting brushing my hair after taking them out of the heat less curler I had used last night “worked like a charm “ I smiled seeing the pretty curls that had bounced out when I took of the curler . I brushed my hair putting it into a low poney taking a few baby strands out to help frame my face * I stood back up slipping on the white button up then the vest that had small slithers of green and grey as representation for my house,I slipped on the black skirt then the rest of the uniform the tie the socks the shoes “good enough “ * I shrugged sitting back down putting on my favorite mascara and then lip gloss taking it with me just in case I slipped on my messenger bag and was ready to go I peeked over to see if me roommate was done “pansy you ready?” I asked knowing she wasn’t “uhhhh…almost! “ she said just now putting on her uniform, I checked my watch sitting on the bed waiting for my friend to finish so we could get breakfast at the great hall “ geez I always tell you to wake up earlier “ I sighed “I need my beauty sleep why don’t you just go I’ll be there in a little” she said probably annoyed by being pestered “ok hurry though “ I muttered walking out to the common room my eyes narrowed seeing the annoying snake like guy I’ve been arguing with sense 1st year I rolled my eyes walking past him briskly “not gonna say hello ?” He asked in a cocky voice looking up at me just as I passed behind him “I’ll say hello to you when you’re not an asshole “ I scoffed looking down at him blankly . He looked at me as I traced his face for his normal scowl but it was a different face , a face that told me he was planning something “don’t look at me like that * I stated getting an unsettling feeling “ I can look at you however I damn well please .” He retorted making me roll my eyes before hearing a strangely energetic pansy walk down the stairs “oh y/n your not at the great hall yet? No matter we can go together “ she practically coed . We walked to the great hall sitting at the slytherin table , “ugh I have potions first class” I groaned to pansy remembering who taught it before grabbing an apple to munch on “what do you have first class” I asked taking a bite out of the green apple “ I got care of magical creatures with hagrid” she chimed in excitement “ oh yea their bringing in a whatever it’s called a bucklebeack?” “ buckbeak” she corrected taking a bite of his waffle “ so is that the reason your so giddy today or is someone on you mind “ I grinned nudging her she blushed a bit smiling holding a finger to her lips “I’ll tell ya later “ she grinned going back to her waffle “ ugh no fair “ I whined finishing my apple grabbing another for later “I gotta go I don’t wanna be late to snapes class “ I shivered at the thought for theatrics getting up walking to potions class but getting stopped by a certain blonde fucking with some poor 1st year “malfoy can’t you mess with somone your own size or are you just that weak” I folded my arms cocking my head at him “ just keeping them in their place” he grinned “no, your just being an asshole “ I said grabbing out my wand “ you know you love me “ he said that cocky look still on his face letting the first year go allowing me to let out the breath I was holding putting away my wand “ whatever I need to go to potions “ I said scowling at him as he followed me to the class . We walked in …to hear silence and see snap already there..” y/n,draco your late. You’ll be sitting in the front and you have detention after school today “ he said in a harsh tone “but..!” I said trying to find excuse “ unless you have a ‘valid’ excuse “ he said making sure to underline valid for us “ fine “ I muttered siting at the table he had assigned us.

Uh very short I’m bored now so this is pt one idk if I’ll do pt 2 🤷‍♀️ not proof read AGAIN never proof reading sorry 😘

#draco malfoy #harry potter #great hall #tumblr fyp #pls read #me: 🥰🥰🥰#if that makes sense

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Draco gets what he deserves (More more more of the harry potter!)

"What the fuck do you mean he got off with just being on parole!?!" Harry thundered, slamming a fist down. It was one year after the epic clash with Voldemort that Harry had won, and he was meeting up with the friends that had survived the battle of Hogwarts. "Anddd this is why no one told you." George muttered, sipping on a butter beer. "look Harry, it's complicated." Hermione said, trying to calm him down and placing a hand on his arm, but he shook it off. "Whats so complicated about it? he was a wanker who tried to kill Dumbledore, he was part of the death eaters..seems pretty black and white to me!" Harry growled. "Look, he was basically forced into everything by his family, it's not like he had a choice. he's being watched and that's that." Ginny said, sulking somewhat still bitter about their recent break up. "Not if I have anything to say about it.." Harry growled and stormed out of the inn where they had gathered. "So show of hands, who here is NOT surprised?" Ron asked dryly, and nearly everyone raised their hands. "Thought so."

Draco sighed, life under parole was SUCH a bore. of sure, he had money and could afford the finer things in life but he also was watched like a hawk so to speak, with him having to justify every single use of magic. even switching wands with one of his servants didn't work, they were watching his personal magic and his attempt to have a little fun with the maid's wand had earned him his first of three strikes. Not eager to end up in jail he'd given up any other attempts and had been planing on having his staff do any conjuring for him but then he'd been forced to sack them and hire squibs. "I might as well be a bloody muggle!" he groused to his butler, while he sat in a lounge chair, swirling a glass of brandy in one and and look at the roaring fire. "Yes, living without being able to cast magic.. How horrible for you." the butler who's name Draco had never bothered to learn replied dryly. "You can be replaced, you know that right?" Draco snapped. the older man, in his 40's and with greying short hair smiled. "Actually I can't. the ministry of magic is paying half my wages, not you. fire me and you'll have no one to replace me." He said gleefully. ".... Go scrub a toilet or something." "Right away young 'master'." The squib said and as he walked away and knew Draco wasn't looking flipped the brat the bird. taking anther swig of his drink, Draco toyed with just indulging in some self pleasure and calling it a night when there was a loud stomping heading for his study. "God damn it, didn't I tell you to go an-" Draco growled, getting up out of his chair, dressed in his silk dark green PJ's and a night robe of light black, turning to face the door and blinking in surprise at who was waiting for him. "Potter!?" He asked, stunned. "In the flesh you slimy weasel!" Harry said, taking out his wand and pointing it at him. even if Draco hadn't of had a strong buzz going on from his drink, his own wand was in his room, carrying it with him everywhere just served to remind him how he basically couldn't use it. before he could get a word out there was a flash of light and then just darkness.

When Draco woke up he had a spiting headache and the bright light filling his room told him it was morning. the fact he wasn't dead told him the whole Harry thing had to be a dream and he slowly sat up in bed, figuring he'd drank too much and passed out, and the staff had put him to bed. 'wouldn't be the first time, and doubt it'll be the last.' He thought, rubbing his temples then pausing as his bottom felt weird and it clicked that the light shouldn't of bothered him, his staff knew to draw his heavy curtains when he passed out drunk when putting him to bed. Looking around it was his room and he had his PJ top on, so that checked out at least. "Bloody squibs.. I'm gonna have them using their own tooth brushes to scrub the bloody toilets." Draco growled, tugging the heavy blanket off of himself and freezing at the sight that greeted him, a blush coming to his face. the source of the blush would be a rather bulky set of cloth nappies pinned around his hips and covered with a clear pair of plastic pant's, that had a lock on the front. "WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK!?" Draco screamed.

Harry was having a staff meeting, and find the squibs were very friendly people and were more then willing to go along with Harry's plans for Draco's 'prison sentence' at least as long as he was the one who was going to be changing the blond brat and would be handling the washing of said nappies. "Of course, you've already had to put up with enough of his shit." Harry had assured them, and was letting them treat themselves to a grand breakfast, usually Draco made sure they only ate bland cheap food, when they heard a cry. "WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK!?" "If you lot will excuse me, it seems like the babies awake. oh, while I'm letting him in on his new life, would one of you be a dear and prepare a small pot of very bland oatmeal, and sprinkle in lots of fiber powder? Baby Draco's going to be VERY hungry." Harry chuckled and got chuckles from the staff as he left to go and confront Draco.

Draco stumbled out of bed, face flushed with rage and tugging and pulling at the stupid nappies around his hips, but despite his fondest wishes of the lock being just a decoration, he found it was for real and they stayed in place. Getting a glance at himself in a mirror, he could see just how stupid massive the nappies were, making him look like he had a fat ass and he huffed and whined and started to stomp a foot and then jump up and down, hands balled into fists. "Which ever one of you bloody bastards did this to me, I hope you've made peace with your god! I'm gonna-" He was ranting,but then anther voice spoke up. "Do what? have a toddler temper tantrum? because looks like you're already having one." Harry said, drawing his attention. Potter was dressed in blue jeans and a blank white t-shirt, and was leaning arms crossed on the door frame to Draco's room. "Y-You! you did this!" Draco huffed and growled, hands turning into semi claw's and getting ready to rush potter.. who just got up from the door frame and showed off his well muscled frame and wagged a finger, a smirk on his lips. thinking twice about assaulting him, Draco turned around and scrambled over to the hiding place for his wand, slipping and ending up on all four, but then crawling as fast as he could. he wasn't sure why Potter hadn't blasted him yet but he would soon be sorry as Draco reached the hiding spot on his bookshelf and reached in.. and pulling out his wand in two pieces. "Oh yeah, did I forget to mention I took care of that little problem with your wand?" Harry asked, then went on. "Because I did. So, let's see.. I have your staff on my side, I have magic and you don't..I could kick your ass anyways..Oh and the powers to be took a nice bribe to turn a blind eye to anything I do to you." As he listed off the events he ticked them off on his fingers. "W-what..Why.. Why are you doing this!?! and what's with the nappies!? I don't deserve this!" Draco yelled, though he scrambled backwards on his puffy rear as Harry came in towards him, hitting a wall. "Hey Draco, even before you joined up with the death eaters and tried to take over the world, you deserved at least a week of nappy punishment. Now? You're looking at at least as long as...Oh how long was your probation for again?" Harry asked,squatting down and smirking. "F-Five years.." Draco whimpered, a bad feeling in his gut and despite himself letting go a trickle of pee into his nappy. "Well then, guess who's gonna be treated like a big silly toddler and pissing and shitting himself for five years? I think you know him verrrry well~" Harry said in a sing song voice. Draco's answer wasn't exactly in English, but the loud sobbing wail spoke volumes and confirmed he knew exactly what the answer was.

two or three sob fesses later and Draco was carried into the dinning room in just his bulky nappies, whimper and (Squeal!) hiding his face into Harry's shoulder. Harry had made a point of making it clear that Draco would have to EARN the right to wear any clothes over his nappies as he'd mostly just be in his house and the weather was nice enough outside at the moment that he could play in just his nappies, which had set Draco into his second sobbing fit. The staff were overjoy at the 'masters' new look though Harry was keeping track of anyone who seemed like they weren't in it enough/looked a little TOO into it as while he wanted Draco to suffer, he didn't want the git to end up molested or permanently disabled. Harry had come prepared and such there was a large hard oak high chair set up and waiting for the blond baby which while it would hold Draco in place, would provide little in the way of comfort the longer Draco sat in it, even less if he was messy and would there for help encourage Draco to eat fast and not just take forever to eat his nummies. "Alright LITTLE Draco, It's time for num num's. Now I know you might not LIKE what your going to be served, but know you'll be sitting in that high chair till you eata bowl full. so if you spill your bowl over or just try and dump it out, it'll just be replaced by more. Eating your num num's without a fuss will earn you a point on your good boy chart..think of it like the old house points. You wanna get 100 so you can earn clothing." Harry said, getting a whine and grumble from Draco as he sat the big baby in the seat, then put the tray down. Draco squirmed and wiggled, less like he was trying to get out and more like he was just trying to get comfortable and then looked at Harry. "This chair hurts my butt." He said in a sulky tone. "That's to help you eat faster." Harry chuckled and tapped a nose on Draco's nose. "Oh and before i forget, if your TOO fussy of a eater, I can always take away the privilege of letting you feed yourself." "W-what!?" Draco squeaked. "Oh yeah, right now your a toddler and have SOME things you can do for yourself. but I can take you down to full on baby if your too bad." Harry said and ruffled Draco's hair as the blond went from blushing to turning pale. "I'll be good!" "you say that NOW.." Harry teased, then picked up a light green bib off of the dinning room table, with a dark green snake sticking out it's tongue on it and tied it around Draco's neck as Draco visibly bit his lip to try and keep from getting himself in trouble. "so..What's for breakfast? some sausage and eggs?" Draco asked, his tummy growling. "Notttt quite." Harry chuckled and nodded to the main butler who brought in a bowl of gray gooey oatmeal, and Harry had to laugh as Draco wrinkled his nose and stuck out a tongue. "Oatmeal? I HATE oatmeal!" Draco whined. "Draco, let's be honest. do you think I care about what you hate or like considering I'm dooming you to five years in nappies?" Harry asked reasonably. Draco went to say something raising a hand and then stopped, signed and slumped, then grabbed the spoon. A sippy cup filled with milk was put on the tray as well and Harry took a seat at the table and had a plate with sausage and eggs and a glass of pumpkin juice placed in front of him. "Oh come on!" Draco whined.

As daddy and baby ate, the staff got to work setting up Draco's nursery, which wasn't as hard as you might thing with the pieces all made to magically snap together like a Lego set. Carl, the head Squib came in while 'daddy and son' ate and looked over how it was going. the room had once been a guest room but the hardwood floor now had plush cream colored carpeting and the book shelf's and dresser's not to mention the large bed had been removed. in their place was a king sized crib with high bars and a soft comfy mattress, The crib painted in Slytherin colors. A like wise color scheme wise changing table had replaced the large bookshelf's, stocked up with cloth nappies, plastic pants in all sorts of colors, wipes and baby powder and rash cream and a drawer filled with dummies for Draco to suck on. There was ALSO a large wooden paddle with holes drilled into it, a reminder that Harry wouldn't be scared to spank. Since Draco hadn't earned the right to wear clothes yet, they didn't bother with a dresser and instead put in a toy chest that could only be opened with magic (to make sure if Draco was sent to his room he wouldn't be playing with his toys) but would be stocked with all sorts of stuffies and playing blocks, toddler aged toys. the once dark color of the walls had been changed by Harry himself and now had a nursery print on the walls. "Well I don't know about the rest of you, but I think the young master will be just 'thrilled' by his new room." Carl said, getting chuckled from Jackson and Trevor.

Back in the dining room Draco was trying to choke down the oatmeal, but he hadn't of been lying when he said he hated the stuff. between the taste, the way it moved in his mouth, there was nothing about it that didn't make him wanna spit it back out. Still, he was eager to earn good boy points as fast as possible as while his yard was large, it was exposed to the other mansions near by and he didn't savor the thought of being seen on his front lawn in the stupid thick nappy. Said Nappy that was damp from his earlier wetting but when he'd pointed this out to potter he'd said that the nappies could take way more punishment, and he wasn't gonna change him for just such a tiny wetting. The implications of that statement had Draco worried just how much he'd have to go before a nappy change, and he could only hold that a -ugh- BM would mean getting changed asap. The hard seat was making his buns hurt and he wiggled around, trying to find a comfortable spot though to no avail. His sippy cup was drained already as he had been taking a sip every time he took a mouthful of the sludge they dared to call food and the bowl was only half empty. "Um.. Harry?" Draco asked, in a whining tone but also a semi pleading. "Yes little guy?" Potter asked, having just finished the last of his yummy looking eggs and had been cutting a sausage, a smirk on his face. "I'm outta drink." Draco said, shaking the drained sippy cup to make his point. "More please?" "heh, I was gonna make you just finish up without anther drink, I know what your doing." Harry said and Draco whimpered. "But.. you said please and good manners should always be rewarded." Harry added and took out his wand. With a flick of his wrist the sippy cup was refueled and Draco gave a toothy smile. "Thank you Harry!" he said. "Heads up, that's your only refill.Make it count." Harry said and went back to eating. Draco nodded and with the aid of the milk managed to get the rest of his meal down, even though his bladder was starting to fill back up.

Harry smirked as he ate, watching Draco's little show and wondering if the blond git had even realized that he'd gotten oatmeal on his bib and had some on his chin from scrunching up his eyes with every spoonful, and hoped he hadn't. 'He's actually pretty cute like this.' Harry gushed mentally then caught himself. 'No, no no no! This is his punishment and I'm going to make his life hell. I am NOT gonna fall for the little wanker!' It was the side of him that had caused him and Ginny to break up, Harry was a natural daddy dom but sadly there wasn't exactly a overwhelming amount of little's in the magic world. When he had tried to get Ginny to humor him and give it a try as his baby girl, she's only been half hearted at best and had put a end to it after he'd tickled her to make her wet her nappy. But here, he had a perfect boy to mold into his little baby/toddler boy even if Draco wasn't willing. 'Heh, who knows, maybe by the end of this Draco will be begging to stay a little guy.' Harry thought, picturing Draco whining in a poopie nappy for Harry to stay and keep him in nappies forever.the image warmed him all over but then his common sense kicked in. 'Oh yeah, your only forcing him to crap himself. he's gonna fall head over heels for you. and then you'll grow a pair of wings!' A loud belch from Draco caught his attention and he looked over as Draco was wiping his mouth with his left hand and then set the sippy cup down and held up his bowl. "There, all done!" he said smiling like a proud little boy, then ruined it by adding. "Now can I PLEASE get out of this freaking highchair before my butt breaks!" 'So close and yet so fair away.' Harry thought then out loud said. "Good boy Draco! and you only got a little bit on yourself!" The way Draco's eye's widen and then he looked down as if to confirm before blushing was just to cute and Harry found himself laughing. "S'not funny!" Draco whined and squirmed. "H-Harry, is there any way I c-can earn using the potty? even a bloody training one?!" Now THAT was food for thought, Harry hadn't even thought about a training potty and his mind spun with ideas right then and there. "Hmm I suppose.. you can use 20 good boy points that should be going towards your getting clothes for potty usage." Harry said and Draco's face lit up and he went to say something, but Harry cut him off. "However, you only have -2- good boy points right now from using your manners and finishing your meal. so it's nappies for today little man." Draco's face fell and he whined and squirmed LOTS in his high chair. "But I hafa pee nowwwww!" He whined. "And? you've already soaked yourself one. and you have to get used to this. so relax and let it go." Harry said. "... Fine but can you look away?" Draco asked in a small voice. "Awww! is somebody pee shy? That's so cute! Your going to be one of those toddlers who tries to hide while going uh-oh aren't you?" Harry coo'ed, delighted. Draco only whined more and rocked back and fourth in the highchair, though it wouldn't do him any good, once a butt was seated in it it wasn't going anywhere. "Harry pleasssse!" He whined. "Alright alright.. Just for the first week." Harry said, reasoning he could show SOME mercy for the first little bit turning his back to Draco. He hear Draco sigh, and then there was a light grunt followed by a almost missable hissing noise that went on for almost 30 seconds. "Done?" Harry asked. "...I think so." Draco said in a very small voice. Harry turned around and smiled and set to work getting Draco cleaned up and getting the baby bib from around his neck. Lifting him out of his high chair, noting how much the padding had swelled. "oh wow, Little Draco is SUCH a super soaker!" Harry praised and set the smaller boy on his hip, squishing the nappies and making Draco yelp. "I think you've ALMOST earned that nappy change, but I'm gonna try and wait and see if your gonna make me a present first before I do it. no sense in changing you then you popping a squat 20 seconds afterwards. then you'd have to sit in the stinky nappy for at least half a hour so it wasn't wasted." Draco's eyes went wide as saucers at that and he nodded in agreement that he'd wait for the change. "heh, glad to see your on board. Come on, the staff should be done with your nursery by now, you can come and check it out and play with your toys for awhile while we wait for your present." Harry said.

Draco mewed softly, the piss soaked nappy was warmish still and pressed against his parts in a way he wasn't sure if he liked or hated and he found himself fighting the urge to hump Harry's hip as he was carried. the comment about a nursery had him confused at first but then he realized that was likely just Harry's new name for his room. the maids Jenny and Carla giggled and waved hi to Draco as they passed them in the halls while they were doing their dusting and to Draco humiliation, Harry stopped and made him wave back. "Don't mind Draco, he's just shy because he's super soaked his nappies." Harry said. "Oh I see, well I'm sure Draco will have LOTS of time to get used to his wet nappies master Harry." Jenny said and then if that wasn't back enough, Carla snuck a finger under the leg band of the nappies. "oh dear, not to butt in Master Harry, but having helped with my little brothers nappies, these won't take much more punishment before they flood, even with the plastic pants." "Thank you Carla. But I DO know what I'm doing." Harry said, a slight edge to his tone that got the maid's going back to work, double time. Moving on Draco was confused as they turned left instead of right when they came to a four way in the hall. "Um, Harry, my bedrooms THAT way." Draco said, pointing the other way as Harry walked. "No, your OLD bedroom is that way. it's going to be MY room. Your NURSERY is this way." Harry said, with a delighted tone. 'So much for him just renaming my room.' Draco thought with a sulk, thought figured Harry was more or less in a good mood and didn't wanna the 2 points he had. Thinking about that, Draco furrowed his brow. "Harry?" he asked, as they slowed to a stop in front of a door with a colorful sing on the front of it declaring it Draco's nursery (and with a small warning sign warning about his nappy pail and the smells the room may contain, enter at own risk) "Yes little guy?" Harry asked. "How ARE you going to keep track of the good boy points?" he asked. "Well for now in my head, but going to get a container much like they used for the house cup that will add or subtract the points in your room so you can keep track too." Harry chuckled. "...Is it weird that sounds kinda neat?" Draco asked, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Not at all~" Harry said and opened the door. Whatever Draco had been expecting, it wasn't the sight that greeted him and his tummy felt all funny as he looked around, eyes wide. "Holy sh-" Draco started to say, taking it all in. "AHEM!" Harry spoke up, having made his feelings on swearing known to Draco and how he could expect a mouth washing if he swore. "-oot." Draco finished lamely as he was set down on his feet. The plush carpet felt weird under his bare feet and the nappy had swollen so much Draco had only taken all of 4 steps as he looked around, noting a nappy pail by his (HIS!) changing table with 'Baby Draco's stink pail!' written in cartoony green letters on the silver colored metal thing, before he plopped on his squishy soaked nappy. between the carpet and the thickness it didn't hurt but Draco felt himself being over come with a urge to start crying and his bottom lip trembled as his eyes got moist. "awww, it's ok buddy. your alright." Harry coo'ed kneeling down and giving Draco a big strong hug. Draco tried to ignore how soothing it was..for all of five seconds before returning it and relaxing. And perhaps relaxing a little TOO much as it turned out as a muffled fart escaped his back side. "heh, real nice stinker." Harry teased, breaking off the hug and standing up. "I..I didn't..I!" Draco tried to defend himself but it was only then he realized the feeling in his tummy hadn't only JUST been shock at the nursery. Last night's dinner wanted to make a return appearance. More Farts were erupting out of his back end and Draco was beat red, rolling over and crawling and trying to hide under his crib which was up high enough for his top half to get under, but not his bottom half with his bulky nappies. "It's alright little guy, It just means your gonna make a present." Harry said and then gushed at the set of Draco trying to hide and decided to play along. "Draco? Draco! oh shoot, where did he get too!?" Draco was busy covering his face and didn't quite get that he was so exposed and let out a sign of relief as apparently harry couldn't see him, at least until his guts started to cramp up and he squirmed more. 'uh-oh..this is gonna be it..' Draco thought and wished that he had been able to use the loo in the last two (well three now) days..this was gonna be a big BM.

Harry watched as Draco stopped squirming and then heard the tell tale grunt and the like between farts and leaned down close by Draco's padded butt to enjoy the show. he toyed with summoning some popcorn for the impending show but then decided that might link the smell to the junk food and basically ruin it forever for him. 'man, the grunting and pushing he's doing, he must of been backed up. if I had know that I would of given him stool softener.' Harry thought. "oh Dracooo~ I can hear you but not see youuuu~" Harry called, still pretending like Draco had hidden from him. "But it sounds like your having a hard time. do you wanna come out from wherever you are and let me rub your belly and help you make presents?" "..Maybe! H-havn't gone in awhile. this -ngh- kinda hurts!" Came Draco's voice, staining from the effort. the was a sound of attempted movement, and then a loud groan. "heh, is somebody stuck?" asked, and then rubbed a hand on the back of Draco's diaper. "NO!..Yes." Harry smirked and then turned, getting in a lifter position and griping on the crib. "I'm gonna lift so you can scoot back out ok buddy? otherwise I'll have to pull you across the carpet and you might get a rug burn." Harry said. "O-Ok! came Draco's meek reply. "On the count of three. One...two...THREE!" Harry said and lifted and Draco scooted back fast as he could. Setting the crib back down Harry chuckled as Draco had dust bunnies in his hair as he sat up. "heh, cute. come over here little guy." Harry said, sitting cross legged on the floor Draco nodded and wince and pooting, got into Harry's lap, his face twisting as a painful cramp hit. "Owies.." Draco whined. Cradling him in his lap, Harry rubbed on Draco's tummy and could feel how hard it was and bit his lip. "Buddy, I know a spell that can help, but your poopie is gonna come out SUPER fast and your hole is gonna be score afterwards..or we can keep trying with the tummy rubs." "I want it outttt!" Draco whined, tearing up again. Nodding Harry took out his wand and tapped it on Draco's tummy.

Draco wasn't sure what to expect, he'd never heard of a spell to help with this but the cramp were so good awful at this point he didn't care, he'd take it. The wand tapped on his gut and nothing happened, and he went to tell Harry his spell failed when he felt a slight tingle on his rosebud. The tingle lingered for all of five seconds before his asshole opened up and his waste was pouring out of his backside into the nappy at light speed, rushing out of him in such a way he couldn't even say anything, at least on a sound level human eyes could as thick logs bloated his diaper out under him and make him all most rise in Harry's lap. All of that crossed Draco's mind in a instant, the rush and the heat filling up his diapers but none of it compared to a effect he hadn't of counted on: the hard thick logs were pounding his poor prostate into submission as they rushed out and 3 seconds into the start of his movement he felt a orgasmic wave of pleasure wash over him and he creamed the front of his diaper. his head flopped back and his eyes rolled, his tongue handing out as even before he could FINISH the first orgasm a second one whacked his body. over and over as the poopies came out, he'd squirt into his diapers and while Draco wasn't aware of it at the time, it was doing mental damage to him. Gone were any thought of sex being him fucking the tight snatch of a girl or the tight ass of a boy or even letting himself by fuck.. those thoughts were erased from his mind for good. filling them up was one simple truth: Pooping his diaper was sex, it was better then sex, and he loved making poopies. As the waste slowed down to his relief/disappointment, Draco found himself able to mumble out a single sentence before crashing into darkness. "Daddy I wuv ou!"

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papillon-mechant · 3 years

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a private conversation| stepdad!d.m. x dbf! r.w. x crybaby!reader

word count: 2307

summary: y/n overhears a conversation between her step father and his best friend

Warnings: poly!dron, smut, degrading, stepcest, age gap, spanking, clit slapping, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, choking, dp, double creampie

a/n: this is for @angel4you ‘s writing contest, i really loved writing this one. it’s absolutely filthy. as always all characters are over the age of 18 and all acts are consensual.

When you’re woken up by the sound of laughter, the clock next to your bed reads 1 a.m. and you are more than ready to hex whoever it is that woke you up. Dressing yourself in an oversized t-shirt and shorts you make your way down the stairs. When you reach the middle of the stairs, the voices become more clear and you realize the reason you were woken up was because your step father had decided to bring his best friend over at this ungodly hour. You decide to wait before you walk down the rest of the way, listening in on their conversation instead.

“Mate I’m telling you, she does it on purpose.” The voice you recognize as Ron Weasley says, you hear your father hum in agreement.

“I know she does, one of these days I’m gonna give her exactly what she wants.” Ron laughs. Their conversation wasn’t very entertaining to you so you decide to walk back up to your room, too tired to deal with the two men at this hour.

“Well when you do make sure you let me join, I’ve been dying to get a piece of her since you married her mum.” That sentence makes you freeze in your place. They were talking about you. You decide to eavesdrop for a little longer, walking back down the steps, but you’re stopped again when you hear the floor creak under you.

“Shit.” You whisper, turning to run back to your room in hopes of getting away before they notice you’ve been listening. No such luck.

“Y/n?” Draco calls, “Is that you doll?” There was no going back now. You slowly make your way to the bottom of the stairs, standing stiff in front of the two men in front of you.

“M’ sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” You cry, avoiding eye contact with both men. You hear shuffling before feeling the presence of someone very close to you, lifting your head and coming face to face with your step father. His icy grey eyes are soft and filled with love as he looks down at you, placing a hand under your chin.

“S’okay doll, did we wake you?” He asks, wiping the tears from your cheeks and earning a small nod from you.

“Aw I’m sorry baby, daddy didn’t mean to wake you.” You shiver at the name, a movement that doesn’t go unnoticed by the redhead on the couch.

“She’s shivering mate, maybe we should help warm her up.” Ron quips, a small smirk growing on his face. He gestures for you to take the empty seat in between the two, turning to face you as soon as you sit down. Draco moves to sit on the other side of you, sandwiching you between the two of them. Their scents fill the small space, a mix of cinnamon and mint filling your senses in the best way possible. Ron moves to lay a hand on your leg, making your whole body heat up.

“How long were you standing there angel?” He asks, slowly moving his hand up and down your leg, inching closer to your center each time, but never quite reaching it. You’re hesitant to answer the question, afraid of being reprimanded for listening in on their conversation. His grip on your leg suddenly tightens, causing you to gasp at the shock of pain.

“Let’s put it this way,” he leans in, lips brushing against your ear, “how much did you hear, pet?” You shiver once again, unable to give a verbal response, instead just staring up at him with wide eyes and parted lips. On your other side, Draco brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, copying his friend’s actions and leaning in to speak in your ear.

“You know,” he starts, “it’s rude to listen in on someone else’s private conversation.” Suddenly, he laces his fingers through your hair, yanking your head back roughly. You cry out, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I think maybe you need to be punished, what do you think Ron?” He asks, cocking his head to the side with an amused grin on his face. Ron stands from his seat, kneeling in front of you between your legs on the floor.

“I was thinking the same thing Draco.” He turns to you, wiping the tears from your cheeks, “Is that what you want, you want us to punish you?” You sit in silence for a second, thinking about the situation that you are in. You can’t deny, you’ve always been attracted to the two men, always wondering what it would be like to be used by them. The thought made your cunt slick with arousal, causing you to clench your legs together in hopes of relieving the fire between your legs. Ron takes notice of this, smirking up at Draco.

“We’ll take that as a yes.” Draco whispers in your ear, releasing his hold on your hair and coming around to stand in front of you next to Ron.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” He starts, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, Ron doing the same, “we’re gonna use you however we want, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl. Understand?” You nod your head, watching intently as the two men undress slowly in front of you. You rake your eyes over their bodies, practically drooling at the sight. Draco’s pale skin is covered with faded scars from an old school incident he hadn’t fully told you about, and Ron’s littered with small freckles and moles. Each man has a small happy trail leading down into their trousers, both with prominent bulges poking through the front. Ron stands in front of you once again, harshly gripping your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.” He growls, striking you across the cheek. You whine at his actions, tears once again welling in the corners of your eyes.

“Yes sir, I understand.” You whimper, earning a nod from the red headed male. He walks back over to Draco, the two males silently engaging in conversation, sparing small glaces your way every so often. After what seems like forever, they turn to face you again, identical smirks plastered on their faces. Draco snaps his finger, signaling for you to make your way towards them, a command to which you comply without hesitation.

“Kneel.” He commands, pushing you to your knees by your shoulders. You sink to your knees, watching the two males through hooded eyelashes, waiting for their next instruction. They both take their time, slowly unzipping their trousers, leaving them standing only in their boxers in front of you. You take the hint, wasting no time in freeing their cocks from the tight fabric of their boxers. They both stand tall and hard in front of you, red and dripping with precum, making your mouth water,

“Such a good little slut, already knows what to do.” Ron quips, enjoying the sight of you on your knees for him. Taking your time to enjoy the moment, you slowly jerk both men off, each in one hand. When you feel more confident, you move to wrap your lips around the head of Ron’s cock, sucking lightly, coaxing a low groan from the man. He places a hand on the back of your head, moving your head for you, forcing you to take all of him at once. You gag around him, trying your best to keep your hand moving on the other man next to you.

“Fuck mate, you’ve gotta feel her mouth,” Ron groans, fucking into your mouth harder, “feels like fucking heaven.” He grabs you by your hair, pulling you off his cock and placing you in front of Draco’s. You waste no time working Draco’s cock with your mouth, releasing a low moan at the taste of him on your tongue. He takes no mercy on you, fucking your mouth like a wild animal in heat.

“Such a perfect little cockslut, on her knees for her stepfather.” You whimper at his filthy words that send a shock straight to your cunt. Trying to relieve the ache between your legs, you slowly move your hips, grinding your clit against your heels. Ron notices, chuckling darkly at your desperate attempts to get yourself off.

“Look at you, getting yourself off on your heels like a bitch in heat.” Draco groans from above you. He suddenly pulls you off his cock, causing a whimper to leave your lips.

“On the couch angel.” You scramble to your feet, hopping into the couch. The two men make their way over to you, enjoying the sight of you naked and ready to be used by them. Draco lifts you onto his lap, his cock resting between your stomachs. You rut your hips against his, earning a stinging smack on your backside from Ron.

“Please,” You beg, tears falling from your eyes, “need it so bad.”

“I know pet,” Draco coos, “so fucking needy.” He teases your entrance with his cock, pushing in only the tip, and pulling back out. His actions are turning you into a moaning, sobbing mess and you’re so focused on his movements, you don’t even notice Ron behind you, opening a bottle of lube. He wraps a hand around your throat, pulling your head back to rest on his chest.

“You want us to fuck you? Wanna be torn apart by our cocks like a good little slut?” He rasps, teasing your back entrance with a single finger, causing you to jerk forward in surprise. You cry out at the unfamiliar feeling as he slowly pushes his finger past the tight hole, groaning at the feeling of her clenching around his finger.

“Please, want your cock daddy.” You cry into Draco’s shoulder, bucking your hips against his.

“Gonna fuck you so good baby, gonna fuck you dumb.” He groans, holding his cock at your entrance before harshly snapping your hips down against his.

“Fuck!” You scream, trying to adjust to the feeling of being full. His cock stretches you out, filling you to the brink as his head brushes against your cervix. Behind you, Ron adds another finger, causing you to cry out at the feeling of both holes being filled.

“More please.” You whine, pushing your body against Ron’s fingers.

“Yeah you want more? You want my cock in this tight little ass?” He chuckles darkly, earning an eager nod from you. He removes his fingers, causing you to cry out at the loss of contact, but your cries are silenced when Draco shoves his fingers in your mouth, coaxing a small gag from the back of your throat.

“Tired of hearing your whines, fucking crybaby.” He growls, shoving his fingers deeper down your throat.

“M’not a baby, daddy.” You gargle around his fingers.

“Then take it like a good girl.” Ron quips from behind you before slowly pushing his cock past your tight hole. You drop your head into Draco’s shoulder, holding back tears as you feel Ron’s cock stretch out your unused hole. Draco rubs slow circles on your clit, whispering words of praise and encouragement in your ear in an attempt to help you relax. Finally, after what seems like forever, Ron bottoms out, his cock filling you perfectly.

“Please.” You beg, moving your hips against theirs. Both men share a short glance before pulling out and slamming into you at the exact same time. You let out a pornagraphic moan, sucking harder on Draco’s fingers as the two men ruin both your holes. Their cocks move in and out of you at the same time, creating a delicious burn that courses through your veins. You brain is reduced to mush, the only words on your tongue being their names and the occasional “please”

“Look at you, taking your stepfather’s cock like a real fucking whore,” Draco groans, eyes glued to the place where your bodies connect. He lands a harsh slap on your clit, causing your hips to buck forward.

“Such a tight fucking ass, can’t get enough.” Ron adds, spanking you harshly, leaving behind red handprints. The pleasure you’re receiving is overwhelming as you feel yourself get closer to your high. You clench around both men, loving the sounds of their moans in your ear.

“Please daddy, wanna cum.” You cry, moving your hips in sync with theirs. Ron reaches around your body and begins rubbing fast circles on your clit, bringing you closer to the edge.

“Cum on our cocks you fucking slut.” He growls, landing three harsh blows on your clit and pushing you over the edge. Your mouth falls open into a silent scream, the only sound leaving you being short uneven breaths as your body tenses and then relaxes as you slump into Draco’s chest. Their movements don’t stop as they chase their own highs, causing you to shake in overstimulation. With a low groan, Draco stills his hips against yours, spilling himself inside you, Ron following soon after, painting the walls of your abused hole. You cry into Draco’s shoulder, trying not to cum a second time just from the feeling of them filling you up.

After a few moments, both men pull out, careful not to hurt you, and smile lazily as they watch their cum drip from your holes. You whine and try your best to wiggle out of his hold as Draco moves to grab some with his fingers. He brings them up to your lips and you don’t hesitate to wrap them around his fingers, moaning at the taste of them on your tongue.

“Mate, we’ve definitely gotta do this again.” Ron quips, landing one last slap on your backside before soothing it with light kisses.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

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I saw you open your requests yay

Can I request reader using a strap on draco

Only if your comfortable with it of course.

TOYS DON’T TALK | D.M

SUMMARY ➠ hc of punishing sub!draco after he claimed to have dominance over you in the bedroom

WARNINGS ➠ pegging, mommy kink, edging, degrading, handjob (kinda), bit of praise, light overstim

WORD COUNT ➠ 1.1k

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i think the first time it happens its when draco claimed to dom you in a truth or dare game session.

he was aware you were there, and he still choose to lie.

the expression he made when he connected eyes with you was almost comical, it took one raise of your brows for him to be squirming in his seat, head down in shame.

you could obviously sort of comprehend where the lie rooted from; draco malfoy was never going to admit that he liked to be taken care of— much less when it came to sex.

he was definitely lucky to find someone as understanding and caring as you, plus, you enjoyed it, you craved it as much as he did. it was a win-win situation.

but at last the game finishes, and as everyone heads to their respective dormitory or corner of the common room, your panties are absolutely drenched at the thought of getting to punish draco.

his own bulge proved to you that he had been thinking about this too.

the second you stood up, draco trailed after you like a lost puppy, not wanting to upset you any further.

oof and draco is trembling in his spot when you arrive at the bedroom, door locked and silencing charm casted as you begin undressing yourself, not acknowledging the blonde in the slightest

“mommy?” were his first words since fucking theo decided to ask him the question that had him getting a certified ticket to get punished.

you stood with only your undergarments now. “get fucking undressed and stop talking”

draco swallowed thickly, peeling off layer after layer of clothing, all while feeling your piercing gaze in his now bare body

his erection stood tall, almost proud with pre-cum leaking from the slit, his tip was a pinkish red, matching the tone of the apple of his cheeks as you sat him down on the bed

“you think that was funny?” your digits wrapped around his shaft, making him inhale unsteadily. “acting like a big boy when you’re nothing but a slut who can’t even get off without my help” your hand sped up around him, eye contact still intact as his bottom lip quivered

“i’m sorry mommy! please, i didn’t mean to” he mewled, eyes rolling into the back of his head when your thumb grazed his red and pulsating tip

he was close, you could tell by the way he continuously bucked his hips up as an attempt to fuck himself in your hand.

you ended up edging him four times that night, before you even thought of fucking him.

the boy got as far as fucking into your hand like a bitch in heat, enlarged cock begging and aching for relief.

it was obvious he was going to achieve an orgasm at some point of the night. he was usually good, he deserves it; plus, he’s spoilt and you both knew that.

the tall male who was always more than pleased to throw in snarky comments at whoever crossed his path was now trembling in your bed, completely sprawled out as you brushed a few strands of hair away from his forehead that had started to damp with a thin layer of sweat

and that’s when the idea of fucking him stupid hits you.

you’ve both obviously talked about this before— establishing a safe word after discussing what type of things you would like to try out

you remembered now how with flushed cheeks and bright grey hues draco eagerly told you about pegging, confiding in you that it’s something he’s always fantasized about

lucky for him, a fairly big strap-on rested on the coffins of your drawers, a bottle of water base lubed laying next to it.

draco watched with a hazy mind and teary eyes how you waltzed to the bedside table, digging through it until a triumphant aha! puffed out of you.

his eyes widened as he realized what your plans were, yet his cock writhed and leaked with pre-cum at the mere thought

oh and you don’t even have to tell him anything because he strives to be your good boy and with a daring glare he’s on his hands and knees. for you

“good job, baby” you praised

“gonna fuck you so hard until all you can do is beg mommy for more, hm?” you cooed, planting your knees to the mattress and positioning yourself behind him, the toy right in line with his ring of muscles.

“yes mommy, want you inside me” he pleaded, a shaky moan tumbling from his mouth as you prepared him with lube.

it was utter heaven for draco as you entered him slowly, your eyes watching him like a hawk for any sense of hesitancy

but a roll of his hips backwards to try and fuck himself on the dildo was a clear sign of his contentment.

your pace was merciless from the start, leaving his brain to spiral down in a hole that was only you.

his blabbers and whimpers were pure music to your ears as you watched his arms wobble in a weak attempt to hold himself up.

“you stay fucking quiet and take it like a big boy”

he gulped harshly at your threat, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your body came forward, resting on his back as your fingertips caressed his cock.

your thrusts stayed unsympathetic, a faucet turning on in between your thighs at the sound of his strangled wails.

“you’re nothing but my little fuck toy, right?” you taunted, hand now wrapped around his shaft which twitched from time to time in your palm.

“say it!”

“i’m your— your fuck toy, mommy! nothing else” he sniffed, shutting his eyes tight, his orgasm right on the brink—

“hold it” you ordered, panting heavily and smirking sinisterly as he sobbed pleas out

a chuckle escaped you “i told you to stay quiet, toys don’t talk”

but draco could not hold on anymore, his orgasm washed over him like a thousand waves at once without warning, his thighs shook, his mouth stayed agape as you watched him with a hint of excitement and disappointment.

you still helped him ride his high out, slowing your hips as he tumbled down on the bed, limbs still spasming from the aftershocks of a mind blowing orgasm

you sat back on your heels, observing him as you sighed, reaching for your wand to summon a chair in the middle of the room

and he knew

he knew you were about to tie him down and overstimulate him until he begged you to stop.

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