#tom felton fluff

[marypaol]

Piano Boy

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader’s parents were invited to a meeting at the Malfoy Manor, and while exploring alone, she finds Draco playing the piano.

Warnings: Mentions of stress, carrying family burdens, numbness, sadness, nothing much just fluffy :)

Note: No use of Y/N-And also I had to write this one I totally picture Draco playing piano! 🫶🏻

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Her feet softly patted across the floor, the fabric of her smooth dress surrounding both her and the floor as she made her way to an undecided destination. She went wherever her brain decided, since whenever she came across a corner she would randomly decide which to go: left, right, straight, or back where she came from.

She would never go back, though, but the thought of it being an option made her feel free. For the reason of never going back would prevent her from discovering more, for going back would only make her retrace her steps and see things she’s already seen.

A soft smile laid on her lips, for no apparent reason yet deep down she felt like it was because she felt content at the moment. And her and Merlin knew that it’s been a while since she felt so, the stress from school and burdens from her family heavy on her shoulders.

But all that changed when Mrs. Malfoy invited her family to tea, having a business meeting with her parents but they encouraged her to “wonder around” as if she was a little kid and they wanted to keep her busy. It worked, nonetheless, since her curiosity and wondrous mind got the best of her most of the time. She couldn’t help but smile as a way to say ‘excuse me, while I go explore.’

So she did so, practically skipping out of the room once she was out of sight, mind already spinning on possibilities of things she could see, could touch, (despite that voice she knew would be in her head telling her not to do so) and could think.

What kind things would be in the Malfoy Manor? Would everything be gloomy and mysterious like she assumed, or would things be darkly beautiful, calling her name to come closer until she found some evil chamber that revealed their cruel plans for the world of magic?

I hope not, though I assume they wouldn’t ever do that, she thought. She believed at that moment that the thought was just something that her mind was trying to make her think to make her afraid. But it wasn’t the time to be scared, it was the time to feel adventurous and free to whatever she wanted while her parents talked away on things she couldn’t understand.

Her eyes wondered along the walls, scanning over all the paintings displayed, eyes moving quickly because she wanted to soak everything in. She somehow feared that any time her parents would turn around the corner, telling her that it was time to depart, and she would no longer be able to look, so she took the time she had to admire everything possible.

She ended up stopping abruptly at a certain painting, hanging apart from the others and the table below it holding flowers in a vase as well as a tiny lamp for decoration, the soft light flickering a little bit, providing some sort of comfort to her, the lamp lighting up the painting in the most precious way.

What was the painting of, you may ask? The Malfoys, of course. But that wasn’t what stopped her, some normal family painting in their house. For it was the boy, the one that was one between the two adults, the one that actually had a smile on his face, despite the many snarls that beheld his lips in the past years she’s known him.

But the reason for the smile in the painting was because he was young, his face babyish as his pale cheeks scrunched up because of his mouth stretch of a smile. It made her heart warm at the sight of him, showing a smile that no one really got to see, which was a misfortune for the rest of the school; they deserve to see something so beautiful. His smile was so wonderfully painted, like the painter knew it was something that wasn’t shown often and they wanted to highlight every aspect of it, every beauty piece; which was every part of it. The paint brush strokes on the painting were so delicate, her fingertips brushing over the texture of the paint beneath them, running over his green robes he was wearing. (She would touch the smile she loved so dearly but the painting was far too big, making her wonder how long they had to stand there for the painter to paint them, it must have taken so long.)

But as she looked on, she noticed that there was more family paintings for years that came and went, each one Draco’s face forming into the snarl he held today, each one his lips dipping deeper and deeper into a frown that seemed to permanently take over his facial features. She frowned herself as she walked, watching as pure happiness changed to fake happiness, to slight distraught, to numbness.

As her feet stopped at the most recent one, the one with the least amount of dust on the frame, the frown on her lips dipped so deep she could feel her cheeks hurting from the in normal movement. She knew he was slowly pulled away from pride and accomplishment, thinking back on watching in the Great Hall as his happiness slowly left him, something else, something darker, taking over his chest and taking home there for years to come. Her own chest hurt, thinking about the pain he must be in.

“He’s just a boy.”

She overhead Mrs. Malfoy saying that, not remembering when but sure that she felt just as bad for Draco as the girl did. In fact worse, he’s her son after all and she’s just a classmate that was in the same House as he was. She was sure he knew her name, he seemed to know every Slytherin’s name for the benefit of it, but they’ve rarely talked.

But she knew a lot about him just by sight and noise. But she wished to get to know the real image, not the fake image of his personality, before sadness took over his chest and before the frown took home on his lips.

She wished to know him.

Draco.

It was at that moment, that she heard soft music, piano, if you will, softly playing as if a quiet record was playing behind a closed door, as background noise to listen to to help one focus on something else that her thoughts were interrupted and the frown left her lips, replaced with a confused yet curious look.

She could no longer focus on the painting and thoughts running through her head, however, since the music distracted her from the gentle paint strokes in the frame on the wall.

Her feet stepped away from the wall, her knees hurting slightly from standing there so long thinking about the son of Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.

The music was very soft she could barely tell where it was coming from, her ears almost playing tricks on her from using them so purely. She then noticed how it was around the corner, so her feet took her there, coming in contact with a emerald door, mostly closed leaving just a crack of light from

it being open slightly, the straight line casting on the floor beneath her giving her legs some warmth.

She knew the music was coming from inside the room, the soft keys being pressed so gently-almost hesitantly- as the unknown person played.

She leaned in closer subconsciously, ear angled toward the crack so she could hear the song at its best.

To her horror surprise, her head dropped a little too far and pumped into the door, forcing it open, more light blinding her as she stumbled in, skipping over her own feet. The piano instantly stopped playing, the last note abruptly ending as the person’s fingers quickly brought themselves up off the keys.

Her head snapped up to see the wondrous player that left her tranced to the room she was mistakenly standing in, to find the last person she thought would be playing the piano secretly while his parents talked to hers about business, using words neither of them would understand.

Her eyes widened at the sight. Draco was sitting on the bench, on an all black suit-even the tie was black- and pale hair pointing to and fro, like he was running his fingers through the strands that sat on his head.

His lips formed in both a surprised and annoyed snarl.

“What are you doing here? Poking around I see?”

On her part, she could unhesitatingly say that he sounded very irritated at the disturbance.

She swallowed her throat dry but spoke nonetheless.

“Yes- I mean no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother. My parents said-“

“Your parents?” He said, interrupting her despite hes annoyance towards her when she did the same thing to him just moments prior. “Your parents are here?”

She was taken back both by being cut off and his confusion.

“Yes, why didn’t you know?”

Draco shook his head, locks swaying. “Does it look like I did?”

It was her turn to shake her head, looking around the room. It was gorgeous, just like the other rooms on the house but this one had a sense of comfort and melody; very fitting for a music room.

She looked over at him, and his hand was still on the keys, fingers fiddling with it like he had an urge to continue playing.

She found herself walking towards the instrument, leaning her elbows on it as her skirt fell into place at her ankles, the material cool against her tired legs.

She gazed at him as he watched her every move, wondering why she was still here when he clearly gave her signs he didn’t want to have company.

“Did you know that pianos are considered a member of the percussion family?” She asked gently, a soft smile on her lips.

His eyes glanced at hers before looking back at the white and black keys, fingers playing a melody that wasn’t a part of what he was playing earlier.

“No, I didn’t know that.” He mumbled, not seeming so annoyed anymore.

She smiled a little wider. “While now you do.” She said, careful not to leave fingerprints on the what looked like the freshly polished piano.

Draco noticed her slight discomfort, one because of her body weight switching from foot to foot, and two the simple movement of her doing so distracted him from the instrument in front of him.

He scooted over, hand patting the seat as she smiled, walking over slowly and sliding onto the emerald cushioned piano bench beside him.

She then watched as his fingers effortlessly played the instrument, his hands gliding across the keys as if it was water and he was pouring it into a glass, controlling ever drop so it wouldn’t spill everywhere. He had so much control over it, everything he told the instrument to do it would do it without another word.

She couldn’t help but admire, slightly dazed as his long fingers took over the once sitting in silence keys. The music flowed from it, the beauty of the music was all coming from his hands, and that amazed her.

He stopped, playing something that was a part if the song she just heard, and apparently it was incorrect despite it sounding wonderful, and he mumbled something under his breath out of frustration.

“I think it sounded exquisite, Draco. I didn’t know you knew how to play the piano.” She complimented, looking up at him.

His fingers halted their movements from the unexpected commentary and she took the opportunity to place her own hands on the keys, pressing whichever ones she desired and listened as the note came about into the air, spawning to life for her and his ears to hear.

His fingers came into her view, stopping her from doing anything else, and both confusion and hurt poured over her, wondering if she only annoyed him further.

It wasn’t until she felt the soft presence of his other arm around her, his other hand landing on hers as he placed her fingers on the keys accordingly.

“There.” He spoke soft, almost right into her ear and a deep flush washed over her, starting at the tops of her hair strands to her cheeks, deep in her chest, and straight down to her toes.

She then felt his fingers pressing down hers so she could play what he was playing. She smiled slightly, but the concentration on trying not to separate their fingers was the main goal on her mind at the moment.

Once the last note rang in the air, and his foot let off the petal beneath their feet, his hands left hers as his presence left her, and a cold wave flushed over her, leaving her wanting his touch back more than ever.

Silence took over for a couple seconds before she heard the music once again, this time a different song, and her eyes watched as he played.

The song sounded sad, like someone was deep into a headspace they couldn’t leave and was trying to find the light.

Her head dropped slowly, her temple landing on his shoulder, which tensed for a moment before getting used to the feeling of touch.

The soft music and his unique scent took over her, her eyes closing as she unwillingly took the time to rest.

It may have been her imagination, part of her dreams whirling with real life, but she thought she felt another head lay on hers in response, a soft smile stretching on her lips.

-Thanks for reading!

Ich liebe dich! 🩵🤍

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[livinamity]

Keep Me Warm

Song here

“Draco, come.”

Draco stands motionless, his breath coming quickly as his father's cruel, raspy voice echoes through the air. For one second, Draco feels his heart drop into his stomach like a stone.

“Step forward,” the Dark Lord commands, his voice is as cold as ice.

Draco takes a hesitant step, his breath shaky beneath him. He doesn’t want to move from the crowd of his peers, but his heart races with fear and uncertainty. He forces himself to keep going.

He moves until he’s almost by Voldemort’s side, his feet shuffling like a soulless vessel, controlled by the will of the Dark Lord. He wants to stop — for anyone to tell him to stop; but he thinks it’s impossible. After everything he had done, he wasn’t sure if anyone would.

And then his ears pick up a voice — one softer and gentler. “Draco,” you call his name. His chest aches and his feet halt.

"Draco, stop." Your words aren’t a command, but a desperate plea. A shake follows your voice, and the grief in your heart threatens to consume you. The Dark Lord had taken everything from you, and you couldn’t bear to see him take Draco too.

"Please, step back," you plead. You try to hold back your sob, but Draco’s throat chokes, and a single tear slips from his eye. He wants nothing more but to run into your arms, but his father watches him warily.

“Draco, come,” his father commands again. His voice is a cruel reminder of the power he holds over his son. Draco hesitates, torn between his father and the one who has always supported him through every hardship.

“Draco, please, no,” you step forward, desperate to keep your voice strong in the face of the Dark Lord. Draco turns to you. He has a sad smile playing at his lips.

“Please?” You beg him, and despite your attempt at a strong facade, your voice breaks. He looks so exhausted.

The Dark Lord had taken everything from him – his innocence, his happiness, and his ability to simply be a child. He looks so tired, like he had fought the whole world on his own, his eyes are shrouded with a deep darkness.

He had developed frown lines, and his forehead is creased, a symbol of all the stress that he had endured for the dark wizard. A pang of sadness overwhelms you. This boy has been your best friend – a boy who has only ever wanted to be loved and protected, but now he’s facing his worst hardship — choosing between power and love.

His lips part as he watches you, and it's as if time had stopped, with the two of you alone amidst the harsh winds. His eyebrows are elevated in sorrow, and he sniffs. Everything feels silent around you besides the tremble of his voice. “I want to, love, truly.”

“Then come, please.”

As the world engulfs in darkness, Draco only sees you; you are his beam of light in midst of a sea of shadows. Despite all of the magic he had witnessed, you are the most magical. You are the light in every room he enters, and at that moment, you brought the light back to him. Amidst all the darkness, you are all he could see — the lighthouse in the storm, guiding him to the path of warmth. You are the fire in his cold heart, a reminder to keep strong. You are a beacon of hope in his callous heart.

And yet, he turns away. His feet take him until he is fully engulfed by the Dark Lord’s embrace, before he makes his way to his parents with his head low. He knows it might be a mistake to leave, but he also knows that he would find his way back to you after the war — he promises to.

And as his eyes watch you from afar, broken and battered, he whispers a solemn vow. “I love you.”

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[sunnylands-world]

Everyone's a draco fan but not everyone is a tom Felton fan...

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[turvi]

Happy 400 followers!! Oh my gosh you are so talented. I haven't seen another writer with your style and that makes you so unique you deserve so much more attention!! [talk about underrated 🙄] but the good thing is [and sorry if this seems selfish 🤭] I get to be one of the few people who is a dear friend and reader. 😌😅 congratulations, I'll be so excited to see more people be invested in your rare talent because you deserve the stars and the moon!! 🥹 🎉💗

The Lawn Gnomes: Send a prompt, au, and your favorite character and she will pen down a nice crisp story for you. We can't promise it will be good but it will be better than her college thesis

AU: Roommate AU

Prompt: “Do you know you're pretty” 

And of course draco because I love him so freaking much 😩

babe you are making me cry but thanks for your amazing words... I appreciate your love and support so I hope you like this..

Draco was fuming when he found out he had to share a room in his apartment. But times were tough and as much as he hated to admit he needed a roommate so he could split the rent. His parents were still wealthy but they were too facing the repercussions of the recession and had to him to self-sustain.

If anyone hated the recession more it was Draco because now he had to share a space with a stranger. Blaise and Pansy decided to help him to find a roommate because as much as they loved him, he was being snobby and arrogant to any potential roommate. He would pinpoint their flaws, and make up some weird excuse why they will not be a good roommate.

A week later a very exhausted Pansy showed Draco a profile. Draco spent the whole night trying to find flaws in her. But he just couldn't. Even her name was beautiful. Y/n L/n.

Y/n moved in quickly without a peep. Her room needed repairs since no one had been there for a while. But she didn't complain. Draco was surprised she really meant the words "you won't even realize I am here" because Draco wouldn't realize when she was home and when she was not.

So Draco went out of his way to stay in the living room only because he still needed to keep an eye on his new roommate. No other reason.

Her bright smile and how sweetly she would say his name would be the only thing he could think about. But he would immediately shake his head thinking it would shake off the warmth growing in his chest.

But soon the weather was changing. The wind was getting colder. This was the time of year Draco hated the most. The temperature change would always cause Draco to fall sick.

Blaise and Pansy came to check in with him and were surprised at his changed demeanor towards Y/n. He was..softer. And their eyes widened when they saw him smiling. But couldn't help but smile too when Y/n brought soup for Draco.

Soon both excused themselves looking at how Draco and Y/n were stealing glances. When they left Y/n brought more soup for Draco. Draco could practically hear his own heartbeat when he saw Y/n sit on his bed.

When Draco didn't move to take the soup Y/n joked "Do you want me to feed you?"

Draco chuckled. He missed this feeling. Even if he was sick he missed falling in love. He had the feeling he was becoming bitter. The feeling of love returning back to him like an old childhood memory.

Draco looked at her longingly. How this girl had managed to make space in his heart so quickly. He kept looking at her his heart happily skipping at the sound of her laughter when out of the blue he said "Do you know you're pretty?"

He heard her breath hitch. Cold be damned he got closer to her. "I am really sick right now but I also want to kiss you"

Y/n chuckled again blush spreading across her cheek, he couldn't help but softly caress her cheek. Before he could say or do anything he felt her lips on him. He was having difficulty breathing because of his blocked nose but his greedy heart only wanted to feel her lips on his for a few more minutes.

He was heavily breathing as they broke from the kiss. Y/n ran her hand through his blonde hair making him groan. "Thank you for being so nice to me"

"I think I could say the same" she giggled as she pecked his lips. Draco put the soup on his nightstand and lay on her lap beaming as she kept massaging his head. He felt his own heartbeat and smiled. Yeah, he could be here for a lifetime.

A/N: Again thank you for the request and thank you for your words I am glad you love my writing. I hope you like it (considering how much time it took). REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED

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[slytherinqueenrose]

The new stylist

Tom Felton x F!reader

WC: 2.2K

Summary: Y/N is the new stylist on Harry Potter set and quickly becomes Tom’s small crush.

Warnings: It’s just lame. Additionally grammar errors (I’m not a native speaker, sorry for all mistakes!), kiss, some slight curse words, calling names, let me know if I forgot about sth. I don’t see too many imagines with Tom so even though I hardly have time to write, I decided to do so and create something for Tom himself. I know a lot people love him (me too ofc) so here it is, I hope you’ll like it.

I wrote if for my lovely friend @nobodybutapathetic . Kei helped me a lot during the past few days and I am truly thankful that the destiny sent her to me. Have a great day/night dear and a lot of luck during your exams!

Take a deep breath, inhale and exhale. Relax. Those people will like you - nope, hold on - they’ll accept you. That’ll be enough. I came from abroad only to become a stylist on Harry Potter set. The youngest stylist. I had no idea what to expect, what kind of reaction I’ll get from the cast and if my abilities will be good enough. I wanted this job and once I got an acceptance, I knew I had to do everything in my power not to fuck something up. And there I was, standing and waiting by my makeup station, mentally cursing myself. I could have applied for a basic makeup artist job in my small town so I wouldn’t be dying inside and shitting my pants but I had to prove being worth something more. Was I overreacting? Of course I was. Overthinking and being a drama queen was one of my specialities, right after being and artist.

But…

“Well, hello, who are you?” He asked with his brows furrowed. By saying ‘he’ I mean Tom. Tom Andrew Perfection Felton. He wasn’t exactly my idol but I found him very attractive since the very first time I saw him in the Philosopher’s Stone. And then, once he stood right in front of me, he looked more mature, fantastic, bombastic, out of world so just like always. He had his Slytherin uniform on and he came to have his makeup and hair done.

“Hi, I’m Y/N and I’m a new stylist. Nice to meet you, Tom.” I said, with a nervous smile on my face. His expression softened and a shy smile appeared on his lovely face. I don’t even know when he grabbed my hand I kissed my knuckles in possibly the softest way. I only know that my face has gone red. Scarlet. Or any other shade of red.

“Oh alright, so my first question is if you want me to prepare you or maybe you’ll trust other stylists more and-“

“Of course I want you to work with me. You got this job for a reason and I trust you.”

He then sat on the nearest chair and sent me the most adorable smile I’ve ever seen. I think I made a good first impression, didn’t I?

“So, tell me, Tom. Have you ever wore a full makeup on set before or maybe your previous stylist used to apply only a bit of powder or concealer under your eyes?” I asked, looking everywhere but his eyes. Yet, he was only staring at me which made me go even more crimson.

“They used to do this and that. I truly don’t know what you mean now.” He laughed.

“Fine. So before I start, I need to do a skin care first so your face will be nice and well prepared for the makeup. Do you know what kind of skin you have? Is it dry or oily maybe?”

“Uhh, normal I guess?”

“Even better. So just close your eyes and I’ll take a good care of you, alright?”

“As you wish, darling.”

Darling.

I craved to hear this word coming from his mouth but I never thought he could direct it to me. It sounded absolutely heavenly and I won’t lie telling you that I almost fucked my job up because I’ve been thinking about this name so intensely. Happily he seemed to not having a clue about what I was doing.

“I’m going to apply the thinest layer of foundation now. It feels very light on skin so it won’t make you feel uncomfortable, I promise.” I said while opening the foundation bottle. Tom only nodded, his small smile still visible. Once I started applying the product, he opened his beautiful, ocean eyes and looked at me with a soft expression. He didn’t say a word which made me hold my breath for quite some time.

“I’ll go with a concealer now and then I’ll set it with powder and makeup fixer …” I kept on rambling while he was just looking at me and analysing my face. It ended up with him falling asleep while I was finishing his face and then started working with his soft hair. Good to know that he actually trusted me so much.

Nevertheless, after finishing my work, I had to wake him up which resulted in the purest view I’ve ever experienced. Tom was a sleepy mess. Cute mess. When his eyes finally landed on me, he smiled sweetly and then he checked his look in the mirror. I knew he was truly happy about the result, so was I. After he got up from his seat, he gave me the sweetest kiss on the cheek and whispered a quiet “thank you” which had me die inside.

What a shame I couldn’t work with him anymore. Why? Well, the director decided to let me work with the interns only because I needed some practice on set and preparing the most important part of crew wasn’t exactly the best idea. To say that I was pissed off is like saying nothing. Well, hello! I’ve made Tom looking even more fabulous than he actually was! Wasn’t is enough to let me work with everyone? Well, let’s say every great work has its greater issues. Or maybe it’s just me who was simply unlucky. However, I must admit that I felt satisfied anyway because I had a chance to meet Tom and even though I could only prepare him once, it was still the hugest privilege.

***

It was mine 5th month on set and yet I had no chance to even look at Tom. His role in the Order of the Phoenix turned out to only last for five minutes of total screen time. Or even less so he rarely appeared on set. Additionally he had another movie he was playing in so his time was limited. Yet, when he came one day, with his older brother Chris, the whole crew was dying from laughter due to Chris’s hilarious sense of humour. Tom seemed so similar to him if it came to joking. I barely could hold my laughter when they started bickering.

“You know, Chis isn’t exactly a type of an artist. Acting is lame, and dance is like ‘fuck off’.” The blond laughed. “Pity. I think you’d look extremely sexy in a tutu, bro.” He said which made everyone bust out laughing and Chris only rolled his eyes, smirking.

“Have you told your friends about your ban from the dvd shop already?” Chris asked which made his brother gone pale. “Don’t look at me like that, Thomas. You were the one who wanted to-“

“Don’t you dare!”

“Easy, maggot.”

Naturally Chris haven’t continued this story while Tom was nearby but some time later he told everyone that Thomas wanted to steal a DVD with a porn video from a shop but unfortunately got caught and banned from the store. Oh Tommy, what a poor thing.

A few days later, I saw Tom sitting alone in the dining hall, during breakfast. He smiled as I entered the room and we exchanged shy “hi”. I could feel his eyes on me for the whole time while I was preparing my food (a cup of coffee which was unhealthy af especially before eating). I felt like he wanted the give me a lesson about a healthy food which would be hilarious since he was the one having fast food for breakfast. But…

“You’ll get in the tire.” Daniel said to Rupert, while entering the hall. I almost dropped my tea spoon, after hearing them. I furrowed my brows instantly. What the f-

“I want to roll you down the hill after work.” The brunette added.

“Are you crazy? I may get hurt.” The ginger boy responded, scared.

“You’ll be in a tire, chill.” Dan said, sipping on his juice.

I looked at Tom and he looked at me. Both pretty surprised. I sat on a counter while sipping my coffee and observing the two “gryffindors”.

“Alright, have you ever seen a car crash?” Dan asked and Rupert nodded.

“The car was ruined.” Grunt replied.

“And the tires?”

The look of the honest shock appeared on Rupert’s face.

“And the tires were absolutely fine.” He said with widened eyes. Then he smirked. “I’m in, I want you to roll me down the hill in a tire.”

At that moment Tom and I were exchanging amused looks while the two of our friends kept on discussing their phenomenal plan. Once they left the both of us bursted out with laughter. They were impossibly out of world.

“Do you think we should inform someone about their ridiculous plan?” Tom asked after approaching me. From the closer distance I could notice his natural dark hair slowly growing which meant one thing - next bleaching session.

“Rules are rules. You mustn’t do anything harmful. So yes, absolutely yes.” I replied, taking another sip of my coffee however suddenly Tom took my mug away. I looked at him with a questioning expression and he just narrowed his eyes.

“Seriously? What about the breakfast first?”

“This is-“

“Oh please.” He shook his head. “I have some spare chicken nuggets. Come and eat at least one, will you?”

Puppy eyes. Oh, those precious puppy eyes. As much as I wanted to say no, I couldn’t. Firstly because I wasn’t be able to refuse, secondly due to his hard yet delicate grip on my wrist. He pulled me towards his table and sat me down on one of chairs. I had no time to even say a word before he put the whole nugget in my mouth. Well, I’m not a baby? I guess.

“If you don’t want to be fed like a newborn, you have to eat healthier.”

I almost choked myself. Says who? He ate almost three whole sets of McDonald’s meals or lucky meals or happy meals- idk how it’s called honestly. I rarely visit places serving fast food. Not that I am a fit freak - absolutely not. I just prefer cooking myself.

“Considering the fact that I already ate one, just as you asked, wouldn’t you mind giving me my coffee back? I’m about to start a very tiring day with loads mermaid characterisations so I need caffeine more than I need air.” I mumbled, raising my eyebrow. Tom looked me up and down, then looked at my coffee mug and back at me.

“Three more and you’ll have it back. Promise.”

“You already broke one, that’s not fair.”

“I do it because I care, darling.” Again. I almost fainted. I know that many of you may consider this name being just normal and nothing special but believe me, I craved it. I needed it in my life. “I see you’re going scarlet every time I call you like that. Pleasure for me, darling.” He smirked and I bumped his shoulder. Don’t you dare thinking you can play with me like that.

“How’s your present stylist?” I asked, wanting to change the subject desperately.

“Oh, she’s fine. Unfortunately she’s not a fan of the skin care you introduced me to but I think she’s enough I can ask for.”

“Happily your skin didn’t fall off so I consider it a success.”

“I remembered everything you told me about the skin care, you know? I had run to the store right after hearing the sad news about your inability to work with the important cast members. I probably bought the whole shop but my face feels like a baby bum.” He laughed and I nodded, taking a small bite of the nugget that he tried to feed me with. “Perhaps you want to have a closer look?” He added and leaned closer to me, almost not leaving any space between the two of us. I could feel his breath on my lips and our eyes were just at the same level. He was looking my features up and down several times before placing a tender kiss in the corner of my lips. I felt butterflies erupting in my stomach and my cheeks burning.

“Well, it’s almost 7 and I-“

“It’s absolutely fine to like me, you know?”

Oh lord

“Not to mention, that I like you too, love.”

What?

“Are you going to look at me like that all the time? Close your lovely mouth before you start drooling.” He teased.

“Wait, what did you just say?”

“That you should close-“

“No, before.”

“Do you want me to repeat it?”

I nodded several times as he smiled, his cheeks flushed. At least I wasn’t alone if it comes to blushing.

“I think I’ll better show you.” He said with a smirk and then…

He kissed me. He kissed me straight on my lips. His arms pulled me even closer to him which resulted in sitting on his lap. At first I was stiff however after a while I wrapped my arms around his neck and I kissed him back, much to his satisfaction.

“Ha! I won 20 pounds!” Rupert cheered and the both of us broke the kiss immediately. “I knew that after months of his sighting and talking about Y/N, you’ll finally get together.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be rolled from the hill in the tire?” Tom asked, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

“Later.”

I could say much about the crew but they for sure were just idiots. Idiots which I truly loved.

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[mimilind]

A Magical Classmate (Complete)

Summary: Regretting his past actions, Draco Malfoy hides incognito at a Swedish muggle university. You are intrigued by the mysterious new student. What is his secret?

– A sweet, short story with a sprinkle of light angst, written because everyone deserves a second chance.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Muggle Reader (no specified gender)

Links to Full Story:

AO3: A Magical Classmate

Wattpad: A Magical Classmate

Tumblr Links: [ 1. The New Student ] [ 2. Lab Partner and Party Protector ] [ 3. Circle of Friends ] [ 4. The Morning After ] [ 5. Classical Music and Dancing ] [ 6. A Magical Date ] [ 7. Draco the Death Eater ] [ 8. A Wizard and a Muggle ]

Rating: T

Complete Word Count: 21 800

Tags: University setting, Good Draco Malfoy, Post-Second Wizarding War, Post-Canon, Epilogue What Epilogue (EWE), Secret Identity, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Falling In Love, Dating, Kissing, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Feel-good, Wholesome

Warnings: None

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[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- My first oneshot/imagine based in the Harry Potter series. Hope you like it. Do let me know what you feel of this in the comments and feel free to request.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

The Kiss of the Dark

Draco Malfoy x Reader

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Summary- A normal sleepover at the Snape's residence changes into something else.

THE COLD WALLS of Malfoy Manor was always unwelcoming, haunting, just was the most of the people contained by these walls. The smallest, slightest of inconvenience to these people meant being punished.

Draco treasured the moments when he could leave these walls during the summer breaks. May it be for a second or for a complete week, it meant freedom to Draco.

(Y/N) was the only child and daughter of Severus Snape. As much as Severus doubted it, he had brought up a good child with high morales and will power. (Y/N) was her father's darling daughter, a little, to-much-extent spoilt child.

It was one of those small sleepovers of (Y/N) and Draco at Severus' place. Severus had left the kids on their own, deciding to complete an unfinished work when his daughter had company.

He had left food for the kids in the fridge. He had given (Y/N) the usual lecture about being a good child and behaving properly. Severus trusted Draco enough with his daughter to leave them be unlike any other friend of hers, especially those of opposite gender.

The winds were blowing heavily outside, making the windows creak slightly. The towering bookshelves casted scarry shadows in the dark. A single candle was lit in the center of the room. In front of the candle, sat two teenagers, facing each other.

"Are you ready?" Draco whispered, trying to be as quiet as he can. "Yes," (Y/N) whispered, looking around the room, scanning the shadows. "I will start then," Draco said with a small smirk.

His eyes scanned the young woman in front of him. Her (E/C) orbs contained a frail, scared look as she looked around the room, cautious of the shadows. Her teeth sank into her plump, lower lip.

"Go on then," Draco could hear the fear in her voice. Draco nodded, leaning a bit closer to be as scary as he can. "Once, in a village far away, there was a big, scary manor," he started, trying to making his voice husky to give the story a scary edge. "Like the Malfoy Manor?" She asked, making Draco nod.

(Y/N) hummed, making Draco continue. "It was abandoned of human existence and no body went that way. Once, a boy of 16 years went inside the Manor to get shelter from a rainstrom. The floor creaked loudly as he walked."

(Y/N) jumped as she heard the house creak due to the winds. "Can we stop?" (Y/N) asked, her toes curling under herself. "No, we can't, (Y/N)," Draco said. She sighed, nodding hesitantly.

"He walked to one of the many mansion's room. There he could feel the shadows move under his gaze. He stepped into the room, looking around the room filled with broken furniture. Suddenly, he felt something move behind him."

From (Y/N)'s peripheral vision, she could see something move behind Draco. "Draco," she called, her voice breaking. Draco hummed casually, running his hand through his hair. "Something moved behind your back," (Y/N) said in a shaking voice.

"Oh please, (Y/N), you are imagining things now," Draco said, dismissing her with a lazy flick of hand. "I am not imagining it," (Y/N) insisted, her hand slipping in the pocket where her wand was kept carefully.

Draco rolled his eyes, believing it to be a lie. Suddenly, something moved around the corner of his eyes. His head snapped towards that direction, the shadows of the bookshelves intimidating. "What is it?" (Y/N) whispered.

"Nothing," as much as Draco wished to keep his voice strong, it wavered at the last. "Fine-" suddenly, something jumped right at (Y/N) making her scream along with Draco who moved behind.

(Y/N) jumped from her place, shoving whatever it was on her shoulder and hugged Draco closely as she panted. Draco placed one of his hand securely around her back, extending his wand.

"Lumos," Draco's wand's tip glowed softly, illuminating the whole room except the farthest corner. The rat who had jumped on (Y/N) squealed and ran away to his hiding place.

(Y/N) and Draco sighed in relief. Draco chuckled lightly, looking down at his best friend of so many years. (Y/N) smiled softly at the sound. It was rare for Draco to be comfortable enough to smile, let alone chuckle.

Both the friend stared at each other, aware of the close proximity of their faces. They could feel each other's breath on their face. It was as if their eyes asked for a permission, seaking something or trying to find something hidden.

Draco leaned down, stopping only a few centimeters before. "Do you wish for me to stop?" He whispered, their lips brushing softly, making (Y/N) gasp at the sensation. "I have never..." She looked down, slightly embarrassed of her inexperience in this... field.

"Do you...?" Draco didn't has to complete the sentence. It was the unspoken thing of theirs. They never had to complete the sentences and the others would know what the other meant.

A slight nod from (Y/N) was all Draco needed to lean in and press his lips to hers. The new sensation made (Y/N) gasp as she tries to wrap her head around everything happening right now. She knew that Draco had kissed someone before, a fact she hated a lot but in her mind only. But that was thrown out of the window of her mind as she felt Draco move against her, a sweet and soft hand placed on her back while other slithered to tangle in her hair.

(Y/N) was left breathless, her mind a haze. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest. Her stomach doing flips as butterflies filled it. Her hands moved on their accords, settling on his shoulders.

Draco parted their lips, staring at (Y/N) with an quizzical smile as she panted to catch her breath. "Your father will kill me," he said after a while, chuckling as he took in the flush of the young lady's cheek. "He should not know," (Y/N) replied timidly, thinking of all the repercussions of their act.

"Then it seems like this is another one of our secrets," Draco winked, running his hands through his hair. (Y/N) could only hum, biting her lower lip as her mind wandered back to their kiss. To her first kiss. "That was... good," she admitted shyly, a soft smile and a bright red flush painted on her face.

Draco laughed heartily, nodding as he took a hold of her chin, grinning mischievously. "We can do it again." With the words hanging in the air, both the friends leaned into another kiss.

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[dracos-girl4ever]

Cramps

Draco Malfoy × Fem! reader

Warning: fluff, cramps, pain

a/n: This is my first time posting something so I hope you like it.☺️

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You are on your period. You were laying down on Draco's chest, and he's just reading a book looking cute. You suddenly feel a sharp pain in your stomach and you let out a small whimper. 'Oh no, not now' you thought to yourself. He then turns to look at you, "You ok love?" he asks watching you as you curled up into a little ball.

You shake your head. Things like getting cramps were normal to you.You lifted your head to face. You could see the worried look on his face. Draco instantly knew what was going on and ran of.

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It took a few minutes until Draco came back. He had brought you your favourite snacks, painkillers, and a cup of warm tea. He placed the tray of items down on the bedside table of your room. He picked up a pillow and put it under your head. He then feed you the painkillers, picking up a book layed down next to you and started to read the book."Thanks Dray" you said "Anything for you darling", he pulled you into a passionate kiss before pulling away and continue reading the book, slowly making you drift off to sleep...

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[kaira-diaries]

Always the Fool

Pairing: Draco x f!character

Warning: explicit language, mentions of SA and physical abuse .

Summary: Blaire is an intelligent RavenClaw with a broken heart. Draco is a loathsome Slytherin Prince with a familiar..stalker. With similar interests the two pair up for the Yule ball, hoping to find the solutions to their two very different problems.

MasterList

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“Just be my date, Malfoy.”

The blonde-headed serpent stood before me, leaning against the nearest arch with irritability written on his face. The idea was, in fact, foolish, but I saw it as an absolute win. Pathetically, Pansy had been following Draco around like a dog begging for a chance with him at the Yule ball. I nearly barfed from secondhand embarrassment while watching her as his palm gripped her face, pushing her out of the way this morning.

I'll give it to her, though; the girl is committed to the things she wants.

Now my issue was a bit more... complex. I'd been violently broken up with by the prettiest boy of them all, Cedric Diggory. We were quite a pair, but from the looks of him and Cho Chang earlier, he's well acclimated... I guess.

The way I saw it, Malfoy needed an escape route, and I needed a reason for Cedric to return to me.

"Come on, Malfoy. It'll be fun for us to be gussied together, hm?" He rubbed his chin, the light catching the metal ring on his forefinger. "And you think Pansy will fuck off if we do this?" I nod, licking my lips. I check his words. He's only in this for himself. How ordinary of him.

I don't expect a solid answer from the boy, it's in his nature to be a total prick, but It's the reason it'd make my plan all the sweeter.

I had risked much in coming to Malfoy, but my desperation had kept me from sleeping. It swallowed the worry of my image and care of who saw me with Malfoy. The golden boy of the serpents of Slytherin, the forbidden fruit, the bad boy. He had many names, born from the broken hearts of different girls.

Merlin's beard.

I questioned my wisdom now as an intelligent Ravenclaw. Perhaps the hat had made a mistake in my first year because I'd abandoned all senses of logical thinking.

Destructive impulses and emotions are what remain.

A flick to my forehead unblurs my vision. I find those cold gray eyes.

"Did you hear a word of what I just said?" Sassy. That's what that was.

"Okay, ow." I started, rubbing my forehead. "And no I didn't." I pick at my nail at the sight of a loose cuticle as he repeats himself.

"I said I'm in and to wear green. It'll appear meaningful to wear my col-" I dismissed him with the wave of my hand.

"yeah, yeah I know the deal." I stepped forward, a breath away from his chest.

"Get ready to put on a show, Malfoy, because it's going to be a one night only."

A feline smirk rose on his lips, a subtle sign of his boyish innocence.

§

My fingers caress the green fabric at my waist. Draco suggested velvet, and I suggested he'd stop making suggestions. A gentle green strapless tulle dress, in no way conforming with the traditional style of the Yule ball, radiates the essence of springtime, the grass and warmth as I make some final touches in the mirror. The soft curls of my brunette tufts tickled my neck and shoulders. Perhaps navy blue isn't my color, as the green ascents my skin and natural beauty, which shined above all.

The idea is to be noticed above the countless shades of blue, black and white. Draco and I will stick out like a sore thumb, ready to stir up whispers. 

"What the hell are you wearing?" The voice is almost as loathing as Pansy's. My roommate steps in line of the mirror, gussied up herself, and I spin around to face her.  "Springtime Green." I hum, stepping into my heels. She crosses her arms, a skeptic expression on her face. "What?" I raise my hands as her stare lasers into my soul. "Something's going on." She tests and I school my expression into pure confusion. She's always been quite a skeptic, a logical thinker, a problem solver. I curse myself for every lie she manages to see through.

I jump at the howling wind of winter as it roars against the window of our room, angry at such a prominent shade of green.

"Who are you going to the Yule ball with, Blair?" Her head tilts, arms crossed.

I shrug my shoulders with a laughable smile as her eyes adjust in anger.

"Don't tell me...Malfoy?" I whip up a glass of water with unspoken magic and take a sip.

"Bingo! Only one guess too, how ravenclaw of you." She pinches her arched nose between her fingers.

"Because of Cedric?"

"Heartbreak makes us do wild things." I shrug.

"This reflects badly on our whole house, Blair. If it were another slytherin, fine have your way, but Malfoy? The biggest ass of them all? You're smarter than that."

"I'm booksmart, but love-" I only shrugged my shoulders once more. It was true. It'd look bad for the entire house. Ravenclaw don't fall into the arms of slytherin, but that wasn't what this was, even if it's going to appear that way. I'd explain to her one day what my agenda truly was as the door vibrated from an aggressive knock. She only shook her head and disappeared into the bathroom.

The click of my heels were loud as Draco appeared on the other side of the door, scanning my appearance with pursed lips and crossed arms.

How like him.

"It'll do." He ticked his tongue and strode down the hall calling out to me.

"Come on, we're going to be late."  I scoffed, shutting the door.

How romantic.

I caught up to him, nearly rolling my ankles. "I think we should set some rules." He cuts into a belly laugh that echoes off the walls as we slow our pace down the stairs. "What happened to putting on a show, huh? Are you chickening out on me?" I ignore the quotation marks he puts up. "Not at all, just don't want you touching all over me Malfoy, I'm quite the charmer."

He scoffs. "Then you can forget getting your pussy of a hufflepuff back, k? That and you can deal with Pansy for the majority of the fucking ball." I check the scoff that nearly leaves my mouth.

He's right.

To actually reach Pansy, the most is required.

"Y'know I didn't think you'd say yes." We reach a platform, gripping the marble as the stairs shift, creating a new path.

I had pictured the conversation over and over in my head the night before I had even asked Malfoy to be my date, running through all of the possible scenarios that could have potentially happened. I expected a big fuck you along with a few degrading slurs. Malfoy and I weren't that close, but we learned to tolerate each other in potions. 

A hint of a smile decorated his face.  "You did well to surprise me, Blair. It was intriguing really, didn't think you'd be up to causing some trouble." I didn't bother to hide the smile I threw in his direction as he led us through the halls of silver and white, a relieving change from the stairs. His cold hand met my elbow pulling me to a stop as the roaring sound of chatter radiated just around the corner.  "Remember we're putting on a show, so make it look real, yeah?" My breath, with suddenness, became uneven. The trouble this would cause, the drama, the tension, I couldn't entirely shake the nerves as Draco grabbed my hand, leading us around the corner and into the crowd.

It was Harry Potter, who tugged the sleeve of Hermione, who whispered into Ron's ear, the sight of us already stirring up drama. My hand ached as Draco tightened his hold, pulling me into him in response to the golden trio.

Draco always hated them.

I tagged it as jealousy. I mean, who wasn't jealous of the Harry Potter? He's the chosen one, drowning in fame and glory. For some reason, it drew a lot of hatred and envy out of Draco. But I would never say it aloud unless I wanted the taste of a slap across the cheek.

He led the two of us into the great hall, spotting an empty table.

We took note of both Pansy and Cedric's presence over by the dance floor, knee deep in conversations and laughter, but I decided to side those conversations for a bit, and fill my tummy with some delicious food and drinks.

Sliding into the chair, Draco kept a wary eye on the two. His intentions were clear, I could tell by his disgusted scowl. With a full plate of turkey and mashed potatoes I piled from the center of the table, my stomach croaked in hunger as I dug in.

Draco only fills a glass with pumpkin juice.

I roll my eyes. "Not hungry huh?" I groan in delight as I swallow my first bite. The turkey was seasoned with rosemary and wonderful spices made specially by the elves. I lick my fingers clean of the leftover seasoning. Ready to take another bite, Draco rips the turkey from my hand, throwing it back on the plate with a rumble from the porcelain plate.

"What's the plan here, Blair, Pansy is getting a little too anchored for my taste."  I followed his disdain, discovering Pansy giving a seductive wave with eyes that pretty much shout fuck me. I had to cover my mouth to keep my snicker from slipping, earning a nasty side eye in response.

"You sure you don't want a piece of that? It'd be just another notch under your belt." I pat his shoulder and his chin snaps in my direction, brows tight with anger.

"Okay, maybe not." I murmured and sat back, only to be yanked to my feet with my arm nearly ripped from its socket.

"Time to dance." He smirked.

"But it's a slow song, I-" I failed miserably to finish my sentence.

"Even better, come on."

Groups of students parted like a wave. All eyes were on the two of us and I stood up straight, strutting with confidence, and accepting the gapes and gossip.

The dance floor was wide, and nearly empty as we found our place dead square in the middle. Standing across from each other, Draco dared to take a step closer, knowing I couldn't retaliate. In an instance our aromas intermingled, and smelt of peppermint and rosemary. A perfect pair. It was intoxicating as his hand wrapped itself around my waist, pulling me into his chest. My hands moved in sync, one rested on his shoulder, the other gripped his hand and we just swayed.

Ten minutes of it passed before Draco had cracked the stillness.

"Pansy looks pissed." He declares into my ear, tickling the skin that's there. I steal a glance towards Cedric across the floor who spins Cho at the slow beat of the music. The two gleamed with joy, and laughed with passion. I recognized it as something he and I hadn't had. It forced me to break my look which ultimately cracked a few pieces of my heart.

I rest my head on Draco's shoulder, unable to watch any longer, sighing into his dress robe. He senses my discomfort immediately and pulls back to look at me. "What is it?"

"Nothing he just..doesn't care." I shrugged, utterly accepting the bittersweet truth that Cedric Diggory was blinded by Cho Chang.

"I don't think he's seen you yet he's distracted." Draco's eyes softened as if he really cared.

"That's the thing, Draco. He's distracted by her. I've never seen such a smile show on his face." The tone of my voice dipped from heartache and he spun us around to sway again.

"Keep an eye on Pans-"

A shove broke our swaying apart.

"You sleazy bitch."

Oh god.

Pansy had made her move.

Her shove had been hard enough for my feet to slip from under me and my spine ached from the impact of the floor.

She stood over me, her heels pinning my dress to the floor.

"As if Cedric wasn't pretty enough for you. Now you have to come after what belongs to me?" My elbows elevated me as my expression was schooled into a repulsive scrunch. A small crowd gathered around us, Cedric and Cho stood at the front of it.

"You're a whore, Blair, always looking for attention. This year has only further proven it."

Before I could give her a piece of my mind, Draco butted in, shoving her back. "That's enough." He scowled.

"She's unfaithful, Draco, I mean come on she cheated on her boyfriend." Pansy's hands were flying in the air as she shouted those heinous words.

A thousand pound weight dropped on my shoulders at that as my skin turned ice cold.

it was out there in the open, for everyone to hear. An ugly lie. Professors and students gathered, the circle only grew, and all eyes were on me for a false accusation.

Pansy only had satisfaction in her eyes while mine blurred from tears.

I hadn't registered the speed at which I stood from the floor, ripped my dress, and pushed through the crowd to escape the confines of the circle. I couldn't bear to be there any longer as the memories pushed through, drowning me like a tide wave. Pansy had it all wrong and now my reputation had gone in the toilet along with the fraction of my soul that was healed.

§

The Clocktower.

It's been a place for me to find peace. No matter what I was hiding from this was where you'd find me.

"Blair."

Draco's voice was laced with softness as he stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight.

"What are you wanting me to say, huh? You want me to say I cheated on Cedric? Believe it or not, everyone's got it wrong."  Draco slid into the bench beside me, closer than expected.

"I don't care that you cheated on him."

"I did no such thing, Draco." I threw a nasty scowl over my shoulder. He revealed nothing in his expression as the light shone on his pale cheeks and I took the chance to explain my ugly truth.

"It was after a party, hosted by Hufflepuff. Cedric gave me the key to his room. He wasn't quite done with the party, so he and a few of his friends took off to merlin knows where with a bottle of alcohol. I was out of it and weakened. I hadn't shut the door to Cedric's room and Luke Romilly slipped in and..

"Fucking hell, y/n." Draco leaned back with doom in his eyes.

"Anyway, Pansy must have stopped by and saw. She jumped to the conclusion of infidelity and told Cedric. Waking up the following day was hell. It was his hands ripping me from the bed and dragging me out the door that left the bruises." I rubbed those healed scars on my arm, Draco wearily watched. "The memory of what happened came back later that day. All I remember was Luke's face and it was evil. And with what dignity I had left I tried to explain the truth after potions, but Cedric wouldn't listen."

"Pansy?" His question was clear.

"It was her. I hadn't spoken or heard of what happened until she blurted out a disfigured form of it tonight. I hadn't told anybody, and why would Luke? I wasn't in the right headspace to decipher anything. My friends knew that, and anyone who saw me knew that. His lies of us having consensual sex wouldn't have stuck." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Have you told a professor?"

"No one would believe me." I muttered, "Pansy made that concrete tonight. I just thought that if my truth wouldn't stand strong, you and I would. I'm sorry for dragging you into it."

He was silent.

I was silent.

The clock tower itself stood still.

He then leaned forward, squeezing my hand in reassurance.

"I believe you, darling." With that he stands, adjusting his jacket.

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

"I've got a date with Romilly." That makes me leap out of my seat in a panic, knowing what that meant and intercepted his path towards the stairs. "You can't do this, Malfoy. I don't need anything more to tarnish who I am." My palm laid flat on his chest, his heartbeat thumped with anger. "Let it go." I begged.

"I can't. I can't fathom the thought of anyone forcibly putting their hands on you. Taking advantage of you." His eyes darkened.

"Please don't.." Tears began to fall from my eyes. Terror was all I felt. With my accusation going around now I can't bear anything else. I could see the gears turning in his head as he gazed out the opening of the clocktower at the wonderous view of the school and the forest in the distance. His jaw clenched a handful of times before he responsed.

"Fine, but know this."  He caught my face between his palms and the room slips away as his gaze demands my attention. I shivered at the thought that it was real. There was nobody to put on a show for. Our plan had miserably failed yet he's still here.

"I will never let anybody harm you. You're safe with me, Blair. Always." 

I had never gotten lost in a kiss before, until now. Here. In the clocktower with him. The space between us caves into utter nothingness as I tasted him. It's a taste I'd never imagined to experience. A virus that infects my skin and sets me on fire with every nip and bite he offers at my lips.

An unexpected pair, born from utter failure. Yet at the same time, born from truth, acceptance and faith in my word. Draco had been called many ugly names, but it was a mask he'd blocked his true self with. Despite his ill reputation and distaste for everyone, he was the only one who believed me.

The only one who truly listened.

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[blakeromanissuperior]

Yoo, Can you tell me what was the context of your last post??, I mean- what Tom was explaining in the book. (Sorry, I'm a Harry Potter fan too and I want to know😭😭)

Basically he explained that him and the cast would strat laughing hysterically on set. (especially Rupert who played Ron) Tom then said and I quote "we didn't want to laugh but it was like being brutally tickled painful but you can't stop laughing" or something like that! 😭

#sfw blog #fluff #tom felton #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry potter fluff

[slayingqueenchal]

Harry's twin sister? You're doomed, malfoy | Draco malfoy x y/n

I think this is my first time making a fic about Draco malfoy, but I've made some about the marauders, ill appreciate if u check it out :)

This story is basically about how Draco is in love with y/n, Harry's twin sister, and how hopeless he felt, but he didn't know something. That something is you like him too. Don't think of Harry's family line pls 😭. And draco here is soft and adorable.

3 years of dreading. 3 years of the boy you fell in love with bullying you. 3 years of Draco malfoy bullying you.

"Looking like Trevor, y/n, I personally think it suits you" Draco laughed along his friends. You wanted to push through and follow your friends but today was the last straw. You she'd a few tears- many to be exact.

You ran through the hallway. You went to the most uncrowded hallway. "I'm so stupid! " You said it out loud. You were stupid. How can you fall in love with such a dimwitted selfish git?

But it was too late, you loved him more than you love your self. "Y/n? " You heard a voice. You were buried with tears that you couldn't recognize the voice. It was definitely masculine, it was probably harry. "I don't want to talk right now, harry! " You cried more, hugging your growling book of monster.

"No, y/n, it's not harry, it's Draco.. " Draco came closer and kneeled to you. "You actually know my name, don't you Draco! It's not toad, or a lion, and even ugly-face! You know it! Why can't you just be nice for once, it's making.. Things for me more complicated! " You looked at him dead in the eyes.

"Y/n, sweatheart, im-" Draco said but you cut him off. "You cant say that, you're being mean. After all those years now you call me sweatheart? You know why I'm awful most of the time, it's not because of you, it's because the things you say hurts me, and deep down I know you don't mean all that stuff, I just know, you know what I don't know why I'm rambling about this to you, I'm just giving you materials for you to bully me" You almost screamed,but shortly after that you cried more. "Y/n, please, I'm sorry, please don't cry" What draco said was making you feel worse. It was impossible.

You stood up, and left him confused. It was a great timing since that was your last class, so you could just stay in your dorm as much as you liked.

When you opened the door, you saw the girls smiles fades. "Y/n, what's wrong? " Lavender asked. You didn't know such short words could trigger you that much. "Harry Ron and I have been searching for you, what happened? " Hermione asked. You layed on your bed before telling.

"It's Draco! He said that I looked like a toad, I thought I looked great today! And then he proceeds to say sorry and call me sweatheart! It's just that it's so unbelievable! It's so unbelievable cause Im in love with him.. I'm in love with him. " You cried. "Oh, my, y/n" Parvati gasped.

"And now Harry's going to be disappointed in me" You sighed. "He's not going to be disappointed in you, but he is going to be mad.. A-at Draco, though" Hermione Stuttered.

"After all this time? You were in love with him? " Pavarti asked. "Yes, yes, all this time, and I hate my self for it" You said

Harry knew. After Hermione told Ron and Ron told Harry. The next morning, he immediately came for malfoy. "You stay away from my sister, you stay away from her! ". If Ron had left Harry to Hogsmeade, I think he would go insane.

"Potter, look, please just tell your sister I'm sorry, and give her this" Draco handed Harry a letter. "What is this, some kind of prank that'll make her more insecure? " He asked.

"Just please give her it" Draco said. Harry took it. Considered it was harrys last favor for Draco.

"Y/n? " Hermione knocked the door. "Yeah? " You said. "Draco gave you this letter, open it" Hermione handed it to yours. "How did you get it?" You asked. "Actually, you should ask Harry or Ron that, cause they just used me as an owl" Hermione gave you a big smile. You look at the letter, and opened it.

'Dear, y/n.

I know you don't want me to start with an 'I'm sorry'. But I'm truly am, sorry. There's something that made me say all those rude things for you.

I made you hate yourself, from what I heard, and I'm sorry. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. You keep your cool at times where I would've raged. You look lovely when you're exhausted. You look the exact opposite of Neville's toad. You smell good, and you're so.. You're so heavenly. And I hate my self for saying all those rude things to you.

Y/n, you're a Potter, I'm supposed to hate you like your brother. But I didn't, I did the exact opposite. I fell for you.

You might ask 'why did you say all those things, then?' Cause I'm a pureblood, a malfoy, and you're a Potter. Even if you have feelings for me we wouldn't work.

I say all those things to keep you away from me. But it's selfish. I know I was an asshole who hurt your feeling but if you want to talk about it, more, meet me at the library at 12, if you don't come i get it, it's alright. And this is not a prank.

Love, draco.'

"Oh.. " Hermione said. "It's 11:55" You said. "Go, y/n" Hermione smiled.

You stormed out of the dorm and common room so fast. And you immediately went to the library. Searched and searched, each time you felt more and more hopeless.

"Y/n? " A voice said, a voice that is draco's voice. "Draco?, I got your letter" You showed him the letter.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry for the things I've said and done to you. Daphne was a bit mad at me for it, she scolded me for it, and I felt sorry, but I just cannot stop and be nice, but, I took it too far and it's bad, really bad. You're so beautiful, please don't ever doubt your beauty," Draco said. You felt sorry. "Draco about the I fell for you part, is it true? " You asked him, looking at his eyes.

"Yes, I love you,,but you dont have to feel bad if you don't like me, just please don't tell your brother" He took both of your hands with both of his hands.

"Draco.. " You whispered. But he nodded, "I get it, let's just forget we ever talked and I'll stop interacting with you", he let go of your hands.

But you took them back, saying "draco.. I fell for you since the first day of school, and I just hate my self for it, you were the boy who bullied me but I still fell for you, either way"

"So I don't want to rush things.. But y/n do you want to be my-" You kissed him. "Is that a yes, y/n potter? " He smiled. He look taken aback, but he was very happy, you on the other hand, was blushing very hard.

"Yes, Draco, that's a yes" You giggled while he brushes the hair away from your face before kissing you one more time, before saying "I love you so much", " I love you way more"

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Hello! I’m Mary and I love writing and Harry Potter so why not combine them? I hope you like them just as much as I do, and happy reading!

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- Draco Malfoy

Fake Hatred- Draco and Reader hate each other. Everybody knows it, even Draco’s friends. But they have suspicions and their gut feelings aren’t wrong.

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Flowers Upon Your Head- Reader officially crowns the Slytherin Prince of Hogwarts, but what she doesn’t expect is to be crowned his princess. (Not real crowns, but made of flowers.) (fluffy love)

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So Close Yet So Far Away- Reader has a panic attack and Draco helps her.

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Piano Boy- Reader’s parents were invited to a meeting at the Malfoy Manor, and while exploring alone, she finds Draco playing the piano.

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Small Deeds, Small Tea Cups- Reader wakes up one morning and Draco decided to make her tea, forming a small kind action he can do every morning. (Fluff)

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From the Start- Reader stop Draco from walking over to his parents when they call him over after the Battle of Hogwarts. (Angst)

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Tension in Potion-Making- Reader and Draco have been friends since early childhood, and something stirs between them when asked to make Amortentia. (Tension) (not sexual)

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Spinning Bottles- Various students of Hogwarts play Spin the Bottle. (Jealousy)

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Scared- Hagrid is teaching Hogwarts students about Hippogriffs, and when Harry volunteers unwillingly, Reader gets scared. (Fluffy love)

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Behind Closed Doors- Reader is friends with the Golden Trio as well as in the same House as them, but is dating Draco in secret. (Fluff?)

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Unexpected Smile- Reader likes Potions class, but dreads attending because of the Professor who teaches it. But that all ends when she is paired up with Draco to make a Potion.

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Library Stories- Reader and Draco find peace in the library of Hogwarts. (Short)

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Scars On Your Skin Like Stars in the Sky- As the Hogwarts floors are quiet and all eyelids are shut, Reader lays in Draco’s bed, asking him about his scars. (Fluff)

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Permanent- The horrible reminder of failure on Draco’s skin is unbearable but Reader is there to comfort. (Angst)

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Dear Draco- While Hogwarts winds down for the night, Reader takes the time to write about her feelings for Draco. (One of my favorites!) (Slight angst)

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Silver Orbs- Reader has a feeling someone’s eyes are on her, and she isn’t wrong.

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Cold Heart- Reader and Draco have a fight over something they can’t even remember and they sleep in separate beds. But all that changes when Reader has a nightmare. (Slight angst)

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Life From a Book- Reader has been thinking about Draco for a long time, and doesn’t even know if he knows her name, but soon they run into each other and something changes.

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A Magical Classmate - Part 8

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 3500

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Draco and you start dating for real. When he meets an old friend, part of his burdens may be lifted from his shoulders.

8. A Wizard and a Muggle

After Draco made up his mind, it was like turning a switch. He changed from morose to cheerful, and after many more sweet kisses he asked you to follow him home. 

Unlike the last time you were in his apartment, now there was no need for him to hide anything from you. He showed you how he used spells for everything from cooking to cleaning his teeth, and some of his wizard equipment too. He had a clock with strange numbers and symbols, and several sets of black robes which you recognized from the Halloween party.

“No wonder you didn’t know how to use electrical stuff when there are so many spells. And how sly to dress like your real self for Halloween!”

He smirked. “I thought it was a brilliant idea.”

Next he pulled out a photo album where each image moved. Most of them pictured a chubby toddler smiling toothlessly into the camera.

“You were such a cute baby.”

“Really? I think I was ugly. Look, I had no hair at all.” He traced an image with his finger, where baby-Draco was riding a broomstick across a neat lawn. “Flying is what I miss most from my old world; there is this sport we have, where we use broomsticks and different balls and I was rather good at it.” He absent-mindedly rubbed the callouses in his palm. Perhaps he had gotten them from gripping the broom handle.

In the next picture a handsome man with long, platinum hair was posing in a chair, his lips curled in a contemptuous smile. The likeness with Draco was striking, apart from the arrogant expression. It could only be his deceased father. 

Draco frowned and turned the page.

Another photo showed a beautiful woman at a concert piano, her fingers dancing soundlessly over the keys. 

Draco’s frown disappeared and instead he looked sad. “That’s my mum. She taught me how to play.” He nodded at his own piano.

“Do you miss her?”

“Sometimes.” He shut the album closed and put it back. “Want to see my potions? I made most of them myself.”

He had rows of bottles with labels in his neat handwriting. You examined one marked ‘dreamless sleep’. “I can see now why you like chemistry.” 

“The subject has many similarities, yes.” He took the bottle from you and put it back. “I don’t think I will need this tonight.” He gave you a small kiss on the cheek. “I’m glad you came. I always hated sleeping alone.”

“Same.”

His words reminded you of how late it had become. With everything that had happened you weren’t sleepy at all.

“Shall I put out an extra mattress or will we share my bed?” Then he quickly added: “I meant for sleeping, not…” His voice trailed off and his cheeks colored rather cutely.

“We can share.” You were secretly relieved he had no other expectations; you didn’t think it a good idea to rush it and sleep with a guy on the first real date.

Preparing for the night together with Draco was very different this time. Now you were sober, and had all the things he told you still fresh in your mind. When he undressed and exposed his tattoo you now knew the meaning of it, and though the sight of him in a tank top still gave you butterflies, it also reminded you of his dark past.

It felt a bit awkward and embarrassing to take off your pants and socks in front of him, but that disappeared when you slid under the comforter and was met by Draco’s warmth and now familiar scent. You edged close and pressed your nose against the crook of his neck, and he put his arm around you, softly stroking your back over your t-shirt.

Despite the late hour, neither of you were tired. Protected by darkness you talked, sharing more about yourselves; childhood memories; hopes and fears; personal things you had never told anyone before. 

When you could think of nothing more to say, you started kissing again. Lengthy, intimate kisses, so gentle and soft your heart swelled with fondness. 

After a while the kisses changed, becoming more intense. Draco raised himself on his elbow, leaning over you to deepen the kiss, slipping a hand under your t-shirt to caress your bare skin. 

You responded with the same eagerness, mimicking his movements. When you explored his broad shoulders and hard, flat chest, and felt his heated skin against your fingertips, new emotions stirred in you.

Draco drew back first. “Maybe we should sleep,” he mumbled breathlessly. “It’s already past sunrise.”

You willed your heart to slow its pace, glancing at the windows where a faint light spilled in. Seagulls squeaked outside, a common sound around dawn in this city. You estimated it was three or four in the morning. 

“Sure. But this time of year it’s always past sunrise.” You gave him a last, sweet kiss. “Good morning then, and sleep well!”

“Good morning,” he replied with laughter in his voice, looking adorable with mussed hair and chapped lips from all the kissing. 

Not long afterwards you fell asleep in his arms with a smile lingering on your face.

You were surprised with how easy it was to get used to dating Draco. How his magic became part of your everyday life in the same way as his company grew familiar and comfortable. It soon felt completely natural to let him warm and dry you with charms after a cold swim, or eat a meal he used spells to cook. When you had a headache you swallowed a potion rather than medicine, and if you wanted to get somewhere it was very practical to ask Draco to apparate you instead of taking the bus, even with the nausea you got from the teleportation.

Draco adapted to you in a similar way. Under your influence, he learned to dress like a muggle and how to use all the electrical appliances in a normal home. He bought a TV, a mobile phone and a Playstation, and no longer had to be bored when alone in his home. Not that he was alone much; the two of you alternated between staying at your apartment and his, and you rarely spent a night on your own.

This day was warm and sunny; Sweden was showing its best side. You were at a beach not far from the city with Catrine, Andreas, Martin, and Martin’s boyfriend.

Draco lay stretched out on his back on a patch of grass between the bare, smooth cliffs, closing his eyes against the sun. He wore only swimming trunks and had used a spell to hide the Dark Mark; it was apparently a bit of a hassle to keep up which was why he normally preferred long sleeves.

You took the opportunity to admire his body, rare as it was to see him shirtless outdoors. You found him especially attractive now, in an adorably scruffy way; his hair disarrayed and damp from bathing and his jaw covered in stubble, and a healthy tan contrasting with a scatter of fair hairs on his chest and stomach that continued in a thin line down to his trunks. The sunshine painted his ripped torso golden and the mesmerizing sight gave you flutters. 

Suddenly you wished you were alone at the beach.

He opened his eyes. “I’ve been counting back. We’ve dated for two months today.”

Catrine made two thumbs up. “Yay! This calls for a party.”

“Why not? You’re all welcome to my place tonight, then.”

It became a wild, but fun party. The morning after you were tidying away empty bottles and scores of burst, heart-shaped balloons (a gift from Martin), feeling perfectly well thanks to a dose of one of Draco’s amazing potions, when he came out of his lab looking slightly concerned. “This was the last batch; from now on we’ll have to resort to muggle medicine.”

“Can’t you buy more?”

“No, I can only get the ingredients from a wizard apothecary and if I show up in the magical community my cover will be blown.” He sighed. “I wish I had polyjuice potion; then I could have gone there looking like someone else. As of now, I’ll just have to make do without potions.”

You didn’t like the sound of that at all; you had gotten too used to his potions to give them up. 

You pondered over it for a few moments. “What if you use that concealing spell? You could go to the apothecary and take it off long enough to buy what you need.”

“Hmm. I doubt any shop owners in this country know me by sight… it might just work.” A pleased smile broke out on his lips. “I could buy more glassware as well, and a new cauldron.”

“Can I come too? I’d love to see a part of your world.”

He firmly shook his head. “No. Too risky.”

By now, however, you had become an expert persuader, and Draco clearly had a weak spot when it came to obliging you. It didn’t take long for him to budge.

“Alright then,” he acceded in mock exasperation. “You’re too curious for your own good.”

Draco chose an early Saturday morning for your visit since he figured the place would be basically empty at that hour. He apparated you to the entrance, which was located downtown in an underground garage. When you arrived, fighting your usual nausea from such transportation, a sickening smell of stale urine worsened your condition.

“I had imagined it to be a bit more stylish,” you said, covering your nose.

“Wait to judge until you see what’s on the other side.” He went over to one of the walls and stood in front of a spot that appeared no different from the rest of the whitish-gray surface. Using his wand, he tapped a pattern.

“There; it’s open.” He took your hand. “You need to trust me for the next part.”

“Always.”

“Then close your eyes.”

You closed them only partly; you didn’t want to miss what would happen, but when he commenced to lead you through the wall they squeezed shut by their own volition at the last moment.

You opened them again at the other side – widely. “Oh my God,” you breathed.

Entering the Swedish wizard shopping area felt like being transported back in time at least a century. The buildings were quaintly mismatched, with pillars, turrets, and decorative trim, and the street was paved with uneven cobblestones. 

“Welcome to Trollstavenyn. Pretty neat, eh?”

Under the disillusionment charm, and a silencing spell to hide your voices, Draco could show you around, explaining what was in the shops, and you gaped at everything with excited awe.

“Amazing. I wish we could go into them all and look more closely.” You pressed your nose against a window with an assortment of animals inside. 

“We’d better not.” He took your hand again. “Let’s shop for potion ingredients now. I’ll need to remove the muffliato charm so remember to keep very quiet.”

The apothecary was even more intriguing than the other shops you had passed. On the crowded shelves you saw jars and bottles of everything imaginable, from powdered spiderweb to unicorn lashes soaked in rum. 

Draco pointed his staff to himself, turning visible again, and walked up to the counter where an elderly witch was labeling glass bottles. “God morgon,” he greeted in Swedish. “I need some ingredients.” He handed her a list. 

He was waiting as she packed his purchases into a bag when the doorbell rang and a beautiful witch entered. Unruly curls cascaded down her back almost to her waist.

“Draco?”

You went cold. Oh no! This was exactly what he had feared. To be recognized. Would he have to move away now? You couldn’t stand the thought of losing him!

On hearing the witch’s voice, Draco’s frame grew rigid, his features undergoing a strange transformation from neutral to haughty. 

He slowly turned around with a contemptuous sneer on his lips. “Why, if it isn’t Granger,” he drawled.

She closed the distance in two long steps, looking genuinely delighted. “I can’t believe I found you of all people, here, in this small town! Where have you been these years? How have you been? You just disappeared. Everyone wonders what happened to you. And your mum… I used to work with her and even she doesn’t know where you are.”

His sneer immediately disappeared. “Mum… works?”

“Yes, can you believe it? But she’s changed. A lot.”

“Is she, uh… well?” His voice was neutral but his face betrayed his coiled tension.

“She’s worried about you. And misses you, of course.”

“Oh.”

The look on Draco’s face wrought your heart. You slipped your hand in his, squeezing it. 

The witch narrowed her eyes. “Is someone there?” She looked vaguely in your direction and you held your breath, keeping as still as you could.

Draco frowned. “I have to go.”

“Wait… It’s been so long. Can we talk over a butterbeer or something? I want to put your mum at ease. Please.”

You squeezed his hand again, looking at him encouragingly. His cover was already blown; he might as well talk to her and find out more about his mother. You knew he missed her too and regretted he had had to leave. Whenever the topic of parents came up, he would grow rigid with repressed emotions.

“Alright then,” he muttered.

As the witch led the way to a nearby inn, you were dying to ask Draco about her. Was she one of the kids he had mentioned who would pretend to be his friend because they envied him? Or was she one of those he had bullied? But if so, she wouldn’t have looked so glad to see him…

The inn was small and cozy, with wood paneling and a merry fire burning in the fireplace despite the warmth of summer. Draco and the witch received their drinks, and you eyed them curiously. They smelled sweet, like toffee. Maybe you could try one too after the witch had left. 

The witch sipped her butterbeer. “I still can’t believe I chanced to meet you. I’m only here for a brief visit to learn about the Swedish Short-Snout dragon’s healing properties. For my research.”

“You study healing, then?”

“Yes, and soon finished, too. This research is for my final thesis.” She continued talking, first about her studies, then mentioning several names, relating what they did now and who dated whom – small talk, that you had a hunch was mostly meant to make Draco at ease. 

When she was done, a silence ensued. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to take another sip but the bottle was empty. 

“Draco…” She leaned across the table, becoming serious. “I’ve been meaning to thank you, but you disappeared so soon after the war there was never an opportunity.”

He blinked. “Thank me?”

“For not turning us over to… him. That time in your manor. We were caught, and I know you recognized us, but you said you weren't sure who we were. You saved our lives.”

“Oh.” He shifted his stance again. “Well, then we’re even, I guess… You guys saved my life in the war too.”

“Have you been in Sweden all the time since it ended?”

He shook his head. “I went to South Africa first, to a sanctuary for magical creatures. I, uh… volunteered, actually. After Dad died, I just wanted to get away from everything. Get a fresh start.” He looked at his empty bottle, twirling it in his hands. “It didn’t work too well, as it were; as soon as people heard I was British I’d get questions about the war. All the questions I didn’t want to answer… Then I figured with my looks I might pass as a Swede and moved here instead. Unfortunately the language was complicated as hell so I thought ‘screw it, I can’t pretend to be from here’, and joined a muggle university as an exchange student.”

“A muggle university? You live among muggles?” The witch’s eyebrows rose so high they disappeared under her curly bangs.

“I know; ironic, isn’t it? I thought it would be the last place anyone would look… But, getting to know some muggles, I found that… It became more than just a hiding place.” He glanced at you. “I’ve made friends here.”

”There is someone there! I knew it.” Her piercing eyes brushed over you again. ”You can show yourself; I don’t bite.”

Draco and you exchanged gazes and you nodded your head. He could reveal you; the room was empty and your table wasn’t visible to the innkeeper. And you didn’t think this woman was a threat. 

He touched you with his staff.

The witch gaped at you. “You brought a muggle with you? You really have changed, Draco… I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.” She stretched out her hand. “I’m Hermione Granger. Pleased to meet you.”

You recognized the name; she was one of the three who had been Draco’s chief adversaries at school. He had recounted to you many of his past squabbles with the trio, sometimes with amusement when he described the more harmless pranks he had put them through, other times with obvious guilt over his behavior. 

That considered, you were surprised Hermione acted so friendly. You didn’t think the warmth was feigned.

“I suppose I have changed, yes,” he said. “It’s been liberating to be an unknown nobody. And to do some good.”

Hermione smiled. “You’re so much like your mum. She’s a volunteer at St Mungos Hospital and works with patients who were injured in the war. She feels guilty for being part of the side who did that to them.”

He looked thoughtful at that.

“Can I tell her about you? I don’t want to expose you if you don’t want to.”

Again you were baffled over the kindness and consideration of this woman. If she kept his secret Draco wouldn’t have to leave you after all. Relief filled you.

Draco seemed to have similar thoughts. He met Hermione’s eyes for the first time, replying with gratitude in his voice. “You can tell her I’m well and that I’m happy, but please don’t give away that you know where I live… you can say we met at Gringotts or something, and I didn’t give you the details.”

“Alright, I will.” She rose. “Can I send you an owl the next time I’m in the vicinity? I’d love to keep in touch. If it’s alright with you, of course.”

“Sure.” He suddenly blushed, dropping his gaze again. “Hermione… For what it’s worth. I’m sorry for everything… I was a jerk. I don’t deserve your kindness, really.”

”Think no more of it. And I’m sorry too; my friends and I could be a bit harsh at times. Everything was either black or white when we were kids. But we all grew up, thankfully.”

“Surprisingly, we did.” he smiled wryly. “If you see Potter, tell him I still think he’s a twat but that I’m sorry.”

She grinned. “I will. But you should tell him yourself or he won’t believe me.”

When she had gone, Draco renewed the charm that hid you, and bought another couple of drinks, handing one to you. It tasted like it smelled, sweet and syrupy.

“Well, that was awkward,” he said.

“She seems nice. And you did well; apologizing like that was brave. I’m proud of you.”

“I’m honestly a bit proud too.”

“Will you go see your mother?”

He looked thoughtful. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder and he put his arms around you.

“I support whatever you decide.” 

Draco was silent and brooding the rest of that day. In the evening when you lay in his bed, he kissed you with unusual tenderness. Like the first time. 

“I’m so grateful for this. For you, for my friends… I’m a lucky bastard.”

“You deserve it.”

“I disagree.”

“No, you really do. You saw what kind of person you were and left him behind together with the rest of your old life. You became a new, better you. After giving so much up, you deserve everything good coming your way. You deserve friends. You deserve forgiveness.” You looked deep into his eyes. “You deserve love.”

He replied with a long kiss, overflowing with feelings.

You responded, and then gently pushed him onto his back. You kissed a trail down his neck, and each of his many tiny scars and nicks from hexes thrown on him in the war, and then the faded Dark Mark. Showing him how none of his past mattered. 

“I love you,” he mumbled thickly.

Your chest filled with warmth at hearing those words for the first time. “I love you too.”

When you started to doze off in his arms a long while later, you felt happier than you thought possible. Draco loved you. Even if he decided to return to his own world you were certain he would take you with him now. 

You also felt hope for him, for a happier future. Hermione’s visit had shown him he wasn’t as hated as he had thought. He would get closure eventually. A chance to make everything right again. 

He deserved that.

A/N:

I'm leaving it open whether Draco returns to live in the wizarding world or stays in the muggle one. But you, Reader, will be at his side, no matter what. :)

Thanks for reading, and don't hesitate to comment! I always love to hear from you and what you think about the story.

Note: The wizard town Trollstavenyn is a pun, “trollstaven” = the magic wand, and “Avenyn” is a famous Gothenburg street. :) My husband made up the name for me, so I assume it’s peak dad humor. XD

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