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#rich Draco Malfoy
p1nkva1entina · 1 month
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I love the idea of Harry being spoiled by draco. Draco, who treats him like the most valuable treasure in the world and indulges him with luxuries Harry never got to experience.
Draco is fully aware that Harry can provide for himself but imagine drarry in a muggle jewelry shop, dracos hand on the small of Harry's back and telling him to pick whatever he wants. Harry immediately goes looking at one glass case to the other and picking out whatever catches his eye
the jeweler is just wide eyed and shocked at the PILE of rings, necklaces and anything sparkly dumped onto the tray
They shed a small internal tear as he watches Harry look up at draco with big doe eyes, kissing him innocently on the cheek. as if he knew that draco didn't have the ability to ever be mad at his precious angel.
The jeweler has never been more envious of anybody in their entire life.
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cocotamarindo · 1 year
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“Do you know how much it hurts to see the person you love most in the world look at you like that?"
This is from chapter 3 of one my favorite dramione fanfics Timeless by @alexandra-emerson
I still can’t get over her work and the entire timeless series.
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shesalewa · 2 months
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Imma be toxic with someone for a second.
Why is it that in gay relationships. When 2 men can't be determined who is top or who is bottom. My friends just assume that the one who acts "baby" or "princess" is bottom.
Like- if the sunshine can top who's to say that the "princess" or "baby" can't be top???
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Drarry x Crazy Rich Asians for @lcdrarry fest! ❤️ This piece was so fun and soothing to make and I appreciate everyone's comments so much.
This AU is fueled by my international school kid heart - Draco is Kyrgyz, Pansy is Chinese Singaporean, Harry is Pakistani and Hermione is Lebanese ❤️
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useyourwandbro · 9 months
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dear lord why do I always inevitably get attached to the snarkiest most arrogant little shits who are actually really sweet, soft and hurt little puppies beneath the facade. what does this say about me
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lunavastro · 5 months
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my cousin said coriolanus snow is draco malfoy’s karma of being poor in another universe
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kaal-naagin · 5 months
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I should be married to Draco Malfoy and having afternoon tea with Narcissa Malfoy instead of .... this
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fanfic-lover-girl · 8 months
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I have literally been fantasizing about a Crazy Rich Asians AU and an ATLA AU where Draco Malfoy is the love interest character! For days if not weeks!
Once I get the motivation to put my ideas on paper, I have to share them! Writing a fully-fledged fanfic seems hard though :(
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olivers-cocoapuffs · 1 year
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what am I thinking about? Oh just how if Harry had’ve befriended Draco in first year maybe he would’ve been saved from his family and been trained into a non bigoted piece of shit
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undercoverdrxco · 1 year
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In which the pureblood Malfoy family heir falls in love with muggle born horse trainer and he’s afraid to tell his father.
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indigo-scarf · 8 months
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draco liked potions when snape wrote all the instructions on the board and all he had to do was follow them and be praised for it
he didn't like it as much when following the book's instructions didn't go as smoothly and slughorn didn't praise him
he didn't like it at all when he realised that pursuing it outside of school would involve actual reading and research
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lcdrarry · 2 years
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27 May | LCDrarry Double Feature | Art:
take my hand, take my whole life too
Prompt: "Crazy Rich Asians", 2018, Jon M. Chu Prompted by: Anonymous Prompter Artist: Anonymous Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none
Notes: crazy rich asians is literally my ultimate comfort movie. i've seen it more times than i can count! one of my favorite parts is the dinner they have at the food court at the beginning. i'm an international school kid through and through and i had fun imagining where this little group would be from, if they were part of this universe!
Summary: dinner at the newton food centre
View it now on AO3.
Please help promote the fest by sharing your favourite submissions, so more people can enjoy all the amazing new Drarry works of LCDrarry. Thank you!
Author and artist reveals are on 15 June.
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slytherinqueen123 · 10 months
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a riddle, a malfoy, a zabini and a y/l/n
“riddikulus!”
i share a glance with blaise and mattheo before we blurt out in perfect unison, “this class is ridiculous!”
i double over laughing at the face malfoy makes, a hideous composition of anger and spite, with a little inkling of sarcasm.
“ha ha, very funny, you three. shut up about it. it’s been three years, it’s not even funny.” he says, rolling his eyes.
mattheo starts. “well, you see mister malfoy-”
“-we can’t really stop now.” blaise finishes.
malfoy makes another face. i lean back in my chair and toss a pen in the air. it narrowly avoids clashing the light, which earns me a steely glare from professor flitwick.
“sorry sir, i’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again!” i call, before turning to the boys and scoffing. “more like i’ll make sure it does.”
mattheo gives me a look. “that’s ridiculous.”
“this class is ridiculous!” blaise and i yell again, both collapsing in hysterics as malfoy makes to whack us.
“what? your iconic now, dray, you can’t deny it!” i shriek, dodging another hand flying in my direction and taking the opportunity to pin him back with a solid punch to the arm. he rubs the site of his injury and gets up.
“stuff you idiots. i’ve got better people to talk to than three loose canons who bully innocent-”
“ferrets?” i finish. he glares at us and struts over to pansy and her gaggle of princesses.
i sigh and lean back.
“how long till he comes back this time?” mattheo asks, watching draco sky away from the crowd of girls clambering for his attention.
blaise takes a moment to think before we all lock eyes.
“literally an hour.”
“like, till tonight.”
“not very long.”
we all know he’ll be back in no time. after all, he’s our best mate. we’re best mates.
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a riddle, a malfoy, a zabini and a y/l/n. honestly, i don’t know why it didn’t happen sooner.
we met when theo, draco and blaise where 7, and i was 6. fancy purebloods throw parties all the time, and it just so happened we where all there at once.
being the tiny only daughter of my father, and him thinking i’m a fragile princess, i’d been dumped in a random room a hallway away from the party.
i’d tried everything. break out, scream, cry, beg, plead and even jump a window, but to no avail. i’d given up. exhausted from my failed mission, i’d flopped on a couch and waited for someone, anyone, to let me out.
i was sick of my dress, i was sick of my hair, i was sick of my loneliness and i was about to kick that door down myself, find my father and fight him.
i was practically asleep. uncountable rounds of exhaustion, anger and energy had worn me out, and i was staring at the ceiling wondering if i could smash the chandelier and whether or not it would attract enough attention if i acted dead. until i heard the tell tale creaking of the oversized door trapping me in, opening.
i was up in a flash, barreling towards that door, ready to beat up whoever had taken so long to get me.
“WHY HAS IT TAKEN YOU SO LONG? I’M PRACTICALLY DECEAS-” i was cut off by a hand covering my mouth, shoving me back into the room and slamming the door shut. i was mad, but scared too.
who had grabbed me?
i followed the hands arm and was met with a pair of dark brown eyes staring back at me, glassy and nursing a bloody cut halfway up his nose.
“can you help me?” the boy in the suit said. i stared back at him, confused. “i-”
“merlin, mattheo, that’s y/l/n’s daughter!” another voice said, emerging from behind bloody nose boy. he had rich dark skin and a puff of tight black curls.
“are you his daughter, girl?” the next voice belonged to a boy with pale skin and platinum blonde curtains. all three where wearing suits, each without ties.
“yeah. i’m his daughter, y/n. who the hell are you? and why’d you trap me back in here, you douchebags!” i shrieked, realisation dawning that they’d gotten me stuck back in my opulent prison.
“mattheo riddle.” bloody nose boy offered, smiling slightly under a mess of curls.
“blaise zabini, miss y/n.” curly hair said, giving me a slight nod and bow.
“malfoy. draco malfoy.” ghost man added.
i grinned. “cool. y’all wanna be friends? i’m kinda lonely, and i’m only six. not gonna lie, you’s don’t look like you’ve got all that many friends either.”
blaise shrugged. “just my dads bosses employees kids. i don’t know what they do. there’s a lot of them though. i hate parkinson, though. she’s annoying.”
draco shoved him. “oi, leave her alone. she’s not that bad.”
“you only say that because you’re in love with her, malfoy. no one in their right mind likes pansy parkinson.” mattheo shivered and spat her name like a curse.
i laughed. blaise turned around from his little fight with malfoy.
“she’s pretty. and smart. she looks fun. you can be friends with me, if you want.” he stuck his hand out and i shook it.
“you seem gutsy, miss y/n. i’m down if you are.” mattheo added. i nodded and smiled. “course’ i am.”
we all turned to malfoy. he was trying to smooth his shirt and didn’t notice us all staring. “what?”
mattheo knocked him on the head, still holding his bloody nose. “do you even listen to anyone but your old dad? do you wanna be friends with y/n or not, dumby!”
he looks me up and down. i do the same. “deal.”
i grin. “cool. then we’re friends.”
blaise shakes his head. “not just friends.”
“oh yeah?” draco asks.
“naw. best friends.” mattheo finishes.
• • •
that’s how it’s been ever since.
a riddle, a malfoy, a zabini and a y/l/n.
and that’s how it’s gonna stay.
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nuatthebeach · 1 year
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oH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDD IM SCREAMING JUST SAW A TIK TOK EDIT OF FUCKING DRACO MALFOY AND VOLDEMORT TO WOULDVE COULDVE SHOULDVE BY TAYLOR SWIFT. WHAT
Like y’all could’ve had the most PERFECT opportunity to make it about ginny and Tom riddle and you fucking FAILED THE ASSIGNMENT???? and it doesn’t even have the same GENDERED FUCKING DYNAMIC like it does in the SONG!????
im over it. one day I’m going to have the strength to delete social media. i really fucking can’t.
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k-c-fallin · 11 months
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Pansville- greenhouse rewrite
It was the fourth year and Pansy still hated herbology. It was her worst subject; she just didn’t understand the importance of plants. They were once again repotting mandrakes and she absolutely hates these things. Neville, who was stationed beside him, was already on his fourth re-pot when she herself was still struggling to pull her first out. “Miss.Parkinson if you want to be out of here by classes end you better get a move on, you have 3 to go after that” professor sprout called out to her. Pansy looked down at her pitiful attempt to re-pot and frowned. She didn’t have any classes after this but that didn’t mean she wanted to stay late. She reached out gripping my mandrake tightly, giving it a sharp tug. Nothing happened. She let out a loud groan “fuck this” she said annoyed. She reached out to try again, this time more determined she definitely didn’t want to stay. 
She would probably get roped into sweeping the greenhouse till after nightfall like the last time she had to stay back. Grasping the mandrake tightly again she feels another hand place on top of hers tightening her grip and holding the pot . “On three.1.2.3 '' on three she gave a sharp tug and a loud screech started. Smiling widely she quickly dropped the mandrake baby into a new pot covering it with dirt. No wonder this mandrake was so hard to pull out, it was a really fat and heavy one. “Oh thank you thank you” she turned to her side to find Neville smiling down at her she gave him a tight hug. She quickly turned and looked at the clock for 5 minutes. How was she meant to finish? She gritted her teeth turning back to her station grabbing the next on gripping so tightly her fingers turned white giving a tug, hearing a screech dropping and adding soil a total of three more times to equal five total repotted plants. 
“Alright class that’s all the time we have for today if you didn’t finish please stay behind. Pansy that means you” professor sprout shouted out. “Actually professor I completed all of my reporting” everyone’s head snaps to my station eyes wide with disbelief as I have to stay after every class. “Neville here demonstrated how I was supposed to be doing it properly.” I added on “very well then 10 points to Slytherin for the courage to accept help when needed and 10 points to Gryffindor for helping another student succeed” professor sprout replied. I smile to myself pulling off my garden gloves putting them in my herbology bag along with my apron. She looks around for Neville to see him nowhere near. She quickly grabs her herbology bag from under her desk and her school bag from the shelf in the front of the room rushing outside to see if she can catch him. There he was a few meters ahead walking with Dean, Seamus, Hermione, Harry and Ron “hey Neville wait up” the entire group turns to look at me as I jog up to them. “Yea” Neville replied blushing “what’s up?” I smiled “I just wanted to say thank you for the help I’ve really been struggling. Um I was also wondering if maybe you want to go to hogs-mead with me this Saturday we could get tea at the cafe” I say looking at him hopefully “ohhh Neville’s got himself a date” Ron calls out “shut up Ron” Hermione says pulling Ron who grabs Harry away. “YES! I mean I’m yea sure” Neville shouts out. “Okay perfect then I'll meet you outside the Gryffindor common room at 8:15 sharp” she leans forward and pecks his cheek before dashing off to meet with her friends.
“What was all that about? '' Draco, one of the friends she's had since she was a baby asked. “Neville, he helped me out in herbology and im taking for tea saturday”. Blasie, Matteo, and Theo stop walking, shocked at what she had said. “Damn it” “fuck” “bloody hell” they say one after the other. “Thanks a lot Pansy, now I'm 50 galleons short”. I turn to face them confused “what?” Draco smirks and sticks his hands out collecting the three bags, one from each of them. “We bet on you and Neville, Draco said that you would make the first move.We said otherwise.” Theo says in despair. “Thats so fucked up, but i respect the hustle. Um, dont yall have advanced potions with Snape?” The look at the grandclock down the hall “holy hell bye” I laugh and go to my dorm to chill. 
It is now Saturday, it's 30 till 8 and I'm FREAKING out. I had nothing to wear. I grab my wand “Accio Draco” I hear a thud on my door, I open it up “Draco so glad you can make it” he looks pissed “are you fucking kidding me Pans I told you to stop using that spell.” I turn around looking at him, my eyes wide while one is twitching. “Draco please help me, what am I supposed to wear?? I can't find anything, all my clothes look filthy rich, and I don't want to show up in my Zabini, or Parkinson and Malfoys, or even my Greengrasses. And don't even get me started on my shoes. Draco please help me” He starts laughing, “Blaise, theo bring it in.” Blaise and Theo walk in with a box. “Here, muggle clothes.” I opened up the box and smiled. It was a tee that had the letters ACDC in a cool font, some blue jeans similar to what I've seen Hermione in and some shoes that had a badge on the side ankle part that looked like a star. I smile, pulling them all into a hug. I quickly pulled off my sink nightgown and began to get ready. “Dayummmmmm, should have tapped that when I had the chance” I snapped my head around my pants halfway up my butt. “Draco shut the fuck up please. Get out all of you.” They laugh while walking away. I finish getting ready and check my clock on the wall. Five till 8, I'm going to be late. 
I'm running through the halls, and of fucking course the stairs the began to move, I pick up my pace to make it before it moves off this floor. I jumped into the stairs, almost falling. I sprint looking down at my watch, im late by five minutes fuck. I'm barely halfway to the Gryffindor common room. I get to the last turn “I knew it, this was all a joke.” I sprint around the corner. “Neville no wait, this wasn't-'' I bent over breathing, “it wasn't a joke i'm just running late. I'm so sorry I couldn't figure out what to wear because I didn't want to make you feel bad by wearing my designer clothes so I was panicking but then draco and the others surprised me with muggle clothes so that I can fit in, and I was coming from the dungeon and it took such a run im so sorry.” he begins to laugh. I look up at him, “is that” I laugh. “I see you did the same as me, are you wearing Zabinis?” I pull him into a hug, smelling his dirt and fresh cut grass scent. 
“Okay let's get going” I grab his wrist pulling him along, “come come i'm so excited im going to show you my favorite bakery, it's very exclusive, and by that I mean Theos mom runs it for all the rich spoiled brats, aka me” We make it to the shop, “Stacy's Bites” I hold up my arm and it scans my parkinsons crest mark. The door opens. “Pansy it's so lovely to see you how have you been, oh this must be thay Neville boy you are always talking about.” My face drops “oops sorry sweety” I grab his arm pulling him to a booth. I laugh awkwardly “eh sorry about that, that's theo's mom” he laughs his cheeks a little pink. “That's alright I talk to my Grams and friends about you too” I smile looking at him happily. “Heh so um what do you normally get” he asks me. “Well, I normally start off with fried pickles, a delicacy I had in the states once, then I get the buffalo habanero wings, and for dessert I get one lemon macaroon, and 2 birthday cake ones and tea with sugar and honey.” He looks at me with a smile. I love fried pickles, although spicy foods aren't my thing so I'll get the honey BBQ ones. “Hello I'm Maya and I'll be your server for today. What can I get yall started with?” I smiles “Um…” neville looks down, obviously too shy to place his order, “Hey Maya, I'll get my regular but can I get two orders of the appetizer and the dessert, but for the wings can i get my regular and for the other order of them to be Honey BBQ.” She smiles writing it all down. “So we have two orders of Fried Pickles with a side of ranch, buffalo habanero wing and Honey BBQ wings, two Lemon macarons, two birthday macaroons, and two hot teas with sugar and honey.” I nob. “Yes, send the bill to Draco Malfoy please.” she nobs walking off.
“Bill it to draco? I could have afforded to pay, you didn't have to do that” I let out a small laugh. “No, I'm billing Draco because he's an ass to bet on me asking you out.” he smiled. “Wait, are you the reason that he stopped picking on me after the first year?” I look down, “you remember when he came to class first year with black eyes and busted lips? Yeah I got mad and beat his ass for making fun of you for not knowing how to properly fly” He smiles at me. 
Neville was now walking me back to the slytherin common rooms, “this was a really fun date, um would you maybe want to have another, tomorrow maybe, a picnic in the gardens?” I smile, “yes i would love to go on another date with you” he smiles down at me pulling my waist in. He leans his forehead on mine and lets out a sigh of what I'm guessing is relief. I step onto my tippy toes and kiss him. 
I knew this was the man I would leave riches for.
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picklesonjupiter · 1 year
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Eat the rich includes James Potter, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, really all the Black's, Lucius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and most pure-bloods.
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