New Days

The second part from my first Draco x !freader it’s here…

Hope you like it!!

(ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE)

Part I

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Your daily routine hadn’t changed much since your encounter with Draco Malfoy, well it hadn’t changed if you didn’t count all the times since then that you spent anywhere quite far away with that blond who made you shiver.

The rumour had already spread around the school, your Ravenclaw beau hadn’t wasted any time, but you were fine with the situation as long as people talked from afar and didn’t bother you.

But that day you had to face your friend’s interrogation, at least she deserved answers.

“How long have you been with Malfoy behind my back?” she asked without understanding how or when that had happened.

“Almost two weeks.” You answered with a face as red as a tomato and fiddling with the food on your plate. Feeling Draco’s eyes on you in the Great Hall, whenever you were apart, hadn’t helped you to hold normal conversations.

“So, the mark on your neck wasn’t a mosquito?” she glanced at you somewhere between amused and embarrassed.

“No…” you confessed, remembering the number of hickeys Malfoy had devoted himself to leaving on your neck, marking you as his own.

“I can’t believe it.” she laughed out loud. “Who made the first move?”

“He took the initiative and I did the rest.” you said proudly.

“Look at you… And I thought you only had eyes for the characters in those novels you read.” she mocked you.

It was true that the only person who had aroused your fascination was the famous Slytherin. You didn’t know why, but before you knew it, your gaze was already following him everywhere, trying to decipher what it was hiding behind those cold and lonely eyes.

The same seemed to have happened to him, or so he confessed to you on one of your nocturnal escapades. He didn’t understand how anyone could look at him with such indifference, and he promised himself that he would get some kind of reaction from the face he had fallen in love with.

You two still had a deal to keep, the Yule Ball was in less than three days. The Heads of Houses had already started to teach you the necessary rules, though you could only think about what Draco would look like in a suit.

Oh, hell! You hadn’t even considered what you were going to wear, your head had been occupied with far more amusing thoughts.

That evening your friend came along with you to Hogsmeade, your parents had sent you some money and you were hoping to find something decent at Gladrags amongst all those socks.

You wanted to dazzle Draco, to see his pupils dilate in your presence so that he could think of nothing but you. So you went to great lengths to find a dress to match the situation.

As you imagined, there was hardly anything worthwhile left on the hangers in that shop. You went round and round, searching every possible nook and cranny, but nothing. Just as you were about to give up, a piece of blue cloth, hanging on a nearby rack, caught your eye. You couldn’t even get your hands on it before a group of Slytherin girls who had been lurking around the shop got to it before you could.

“Did you want this?” one of them asked you mischievously. “Well you wouldn’t know how to wear it anyway, some people just aren’t cut out for classy clothes.”

You were caught unawares. It was the first time you had ever been the target of a Slytherin and you thought you knew why.

“Why don’t you mind your own business?” Your friend stood up for you.

“Give it up, it’s not worth it. Some people have too much time on their hands.” You stopped her before things got ugly.

It couldn’t bother you any less, that attempted sabotage only meant that they knew Draco was no longer on the market.

You left the shop disappointed that you hadn’t found a dress for the ball. Although the bad mood lasted as long as it took you to find Draco strolling around Hogsmeade with Crabbe and Goyle.

“Well, well, but who do we have here?” his expression turned from his typical frown to a warm, relaxed smile as you approached him.

You didn’t miss the surprised faces of Malfoy’s "friends” at his change of mood. You were more than pleased to know that this was a side of Draco that only you could experience.

“We had shopping to do.” you explained. “But, we were just on our way back to Hogwarts.”

“Empty-handed?” he wondered, giving you a suspicious look.

“You should tell him.” your friend whispered in your ear.

“Tell me what?” you noticed his brow furrowing. You didn’t want Draco to know what happened, you weren’t a little girl who needed his protection, but it was already too late.

“Could you at least buy me a butterbeer?” you sighed a little wearily at the number of events that had happened in such a short time.

Your friend took that proposal as a sign to get back on her way. She didn’t want to come between the lovebirds. As for Crabbe and Goyle, all it took was a “Disappear” from the blond and within seconds it was just the two of you.

“You should be nicer to them,” you smiled as you realised how childish Draco could be sometimes. He was so eager for you two to be alone that he didn’t even bother to hide it.

“They’re used to it.” he defended himself as he took you by the hand and led you in the direction of The Three Broomsticks. You intertwined your fingers with his and let yourself be swept away with an idiotic grin on your face.

For a few seconds you regretted your request. There, in those snowy streets, it was just you, Draco, and the feeling that the world belonged to you and the slytherin alone. You didn’t want it to end.

He sensed your body’s resistance and turned to you. He caught you in his arms, grabbing your chin and forced you to look at him. His cheeks were red with cold, his eyes tinged with worry and fear…

“Have you had enough of me?” he asked bitterly. You blinked in confusion, what the hell was he talking about? You cupped his cheeks with your hands, making him shiver with the warmth you radiated.

“As if that were possible… “ you whispered, looking him in the eyes, to make your message clear. You had never been aware of how lonely Draco felt until you started dating him, but what broke your heart the most was seeing how he was ready for you to leave him at any moment. “It is you, Draco Malfoy, who will not get rid of me so easily.” you threatened him.

Without you expecting it he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you as if his soul went into it. If you didn’t know how proud the Slytherin could be you would swear that for a second you saw a tear fall down his cheek, but trapped against his chest, you couldn’t see anything, only feel Draco’s heartbeat thundering against your whole body.

“If we stay here much longer we’ll freeze, and I don’t want you to blame me if you catch a cold.” He broke the embrace and without waiting for a response, he took you by the hand and led you to The Three Broomsticks. Someone had suddenly become shy and you couldn’t help but smile.

Once there, finally with a butterbeer in your hand, he forced you to tell him what had happened to you before you met. The Slytherin had too good a memory to forget the incident. You explained to him, somewhat embarrassed, how you had completely forgotten to buy a dress for the Yule Ball and how the only thing you could find in the shop had been taken from you by a group of Slytherins.

“y/n, tell me who they are and I swear they won’t dare show their faces in front of you ever again.” The knuckles of his hand turned white and his body language adopted his father’s gestures.

“Don’t even think about it.” you tried to calm him by taking his hand and interlacing your fingers. “But…” you put a finger to his lips to shut him up. “I want all your attention on me, I don’t want you to even think about them.” you interrupted him. Draco grinned slyly, every day he was more and more sure that he had found the right one.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re already the only thing I think about all day long.” he confessed before kissing you, the taste of butterbeer intensified in your mouth accompanied by an overflowing warmth.

“If…” she breathes, her voice a pathetic whimper. “If you — if you hurt me, it’ll…hurt you too…”

That tongue traces its fangs again, eyes tightening like they’re zeroing in on a specific target. Her stomach. Her jugular. She can’t be sure.

-I dearly hope so. In fact, I long for it.-

A wash of cold spills through her, and the beast careens forward suddenly — a false lunge. Toying with her. When she gasps, that grin widens.

-Now run-“

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a fanart of a story that has me OBSESSED UPDATING PAGE AO3 EVERY DAY IN HOPE FOR A NEW CHAPTER. I initially had another sketch going on, with the central idea of ​​a cover, but I totally hated it and preferred to start over from scratch. honestly i’m completely in love with what came out, dont look back is a masterpiece i didn’t know i needed, congratulations @onyx-and-elm for the TALENT

entering a minefield regarding this couple. I know, I know, therapy is necessary, but I can explain myself. when I’m not drawing I like to spend my time reading, I’ve read pile and pile of mlb fanfics and recently decided to re-read HP’s, and I’ve found, that I’m completely obsessed with them in a non-canon universe. draco is my pleasure and guilt character and i really love hermione. they have a jude and cardan vibe that fascinates me so here this one. a different job than I’ve done before, I wanted to do something in black and white and try out other types of brushes. and this looked like a good opportunity. please, if you don’t ship them, don’t share your hate and respect my mental instability, I’ll go into therapy at some point…maybe.

daddy issues | d.m.

draco malfoy x slytherin fem!reader

a/n: heres a short little draco fic to daddy issuezs by the neighborhood. it is small. enjoy!

tw: panic attack, mentions of murder

you and draco had been friends since your first year at hogwarts. you had been sorted into slytherin, when you had hoped for ravenclaw, and he was quite possibly the slytherin-iest slytherin there ever was. he took you under his wing the moment he saw you, you looked so out of place, and he was determined to fix that.

now, nearly 6 years later, you two had become closer than ever. you were his rock, and he yours. yiu had helped him deal with his paternal troubles, and, in return, he offered protection from the ministry. this proved extremely useful in recent years since your dad, who you hadn’t been associated with since you were 12, was a killer. he was in and out of azkaban constantly, and felt the need to send you letters with plans to “visit” you. you threw them away as soon as the owl arrived anymore. you hated him. all he did was cause you trouble. he’d killed your mom, leaving you alone. since then, draco had taken you into the malfoy manor. as kind as this was, you hated being there. everything was so sharp and dreary, and his parents were nothing short of intimidating. they had always treated you kindly, but they still scared you nontheless. draco wasn’t fond of them either, but a place to stay is a place to stay.

today, you felt like every set of eyes was on you. the whispers in the hallway, followed by fearful eyes pointed directly at you. you kept your head down until you found out why you were the subject of everyone’s conversations. then it hit you. the newspaper. everyone had it, but you had chosen do discard any copy of the daily prophet that ended up in your possession. you were almost entirely sure it was your dad again. it always was.

“everyone shut it!” draco shouted to those whipering in the halls. “go back to your dorms or shut up! you have no business in this matter.”

“thanks draco,” you whispered, holding your books to your chest. “it’s probably my dad again, i don’t want to know, honestly.” you fidgeted with a piece of leather that was peeling off of the cover of one of your books. “probably out of azkaban again. ridiculous. i hate him.”

“i know, y/n, just don’t worry about it.” she was right, he had escaped once again. draco had seen the paper this morning, but this time, he had threatened the ministry. he was determined to kill again, but he never said who.

“let’s just get to class, i need a distraction. what do we have next, anyway?” you asked, hoping it was something you at least enjoyed.

“erm… herbology i think,” he replied. thank goodness it was tolerable, you felt like throwing something, so plant-based work was a nice, peaceful option.

you picked up your walking pace to make it to the greenhouse on time, but you weren’t able to avoid the eyes that followed you with every turn.

by the end of the day, a newspaper had ended up in your hands. your curiosity got the better of you, and you read it. the moment you locked eyes with the picture of your father, your lungs gave out. you were standing in the slytherin common room, but that changed quite quickly. you speedwalked to the nearest couch and practically fell into it. the paper fell from your hands and you noticed just how much your hands had been shaking.

“y/n? are you alright?” draco asked, his voice laced with worry. then, he saw the paper laying at your feet. your eyes were fixed on the wall, and your breath quickened. “y/n, love. it’s alright,” he said calmly, taking a seat beside you. this wasn’t the first time he had to walk you through a panic attack. his hands found yours and he squeezed them lightly. your eyes finally moved, and tears fell down your cheeks. you attempted to slow down your breathing, but with every breath came a sob. he pulled you toward him and laid your head on his chest. he pet your hair, knowing that it calms you down.

“go ahead and cry, little girl. nobody does it like you do. i know how much it matters to you,” he said, reassuring you. he was out of ideas, so, he tried to get you to laugh. “i know that you’ve got daddy issues, and i do too,” he chuckled a little, and, through tears, you did, too. “there’s my girl,” he said quietly. “it’s alright love, he’s not here. and if he was, i’d avada kedavra him quicker than you can say ‘butterbeer.’”

you laughed. “thanks draco, i don’t know what i’d do without you.” you wiped a tear from your cheek and looked up at the boy who might as well have saved your life.

“honestly? me neither,” he said, matter-of-factly. he leaned down and placed a small kiss on your forehead. “off to bed now, dearie,” he said in a more posh accent than usual. “you’ve class in the morning, got to be up early and all.”

“right,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “like you don’t stay up till ungodly hours of the morning.”

he tutted in response. “not about me!” and with that, he planted a kiss on your cheek and cooly walked up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory.

your hand flew up to your cheek, which you were sure, had it not been dark, would have been 4 shades darker than normal. what had gotten into him?

a lady and a boy | d.m.

draco malfoy x fem!reader

song: line without a hook - ricky montgomery

a/n: thank you for all the support on my last fic! this one was sort of a request from @fungusbabeyenjoy!!

t.w.: none!

draco malfoy was the unspoken king of the slytherin house. he presented himself as a leader, spiteful, hateful, and plain rude, but a leader nonetheless. he was, of course, the heir to the malfoy legacy, but his actions were no more fueled by pride than fear. he lived every minute of his life surrounded by his father. from “my father will be hearing about this!” to “i mustn’t disappoint my father” and then to “am i going to be my father?” draco was tired from trying to be both exactly like and the furthest from his father at all times. his thoughts were always occupied with his troubles, his trauma, and his name. malfoy. that’s all he’d ever been called, all he’d ever known, and all he’d ever come to be proud of. that is, until a certain y/h/c lady caught his attention.

she was merely sitting in his transfiguration class, doing her work, and excelling in it, as per usual, and he’d never seemed to notice her at all, at least up to this point. professor mcgonagall had decided that, despite the resulting groans and sighs, she was going to assign a partner project, even worse, she was choosing the partners. crabbe and goyle still somehow ended up with each other, blaise and millicent were paired, leaving pansy and theodore (who also became partners). draco, of course, he thought, was alone.

“mister malfoy and,” she paused for an eternity before continuing. “and miss y/l/n.” a small, sly smile appeared on the professors face, but only draco had seemed to notice.

“so uh, draco, i guess we’re partners?” y/n said, setting her books down on the desk beside the boy.

“guess so” he said, following a scoff, but he gazed at her when she looked away. he pretended not to care, he tried so hard to stay bitter, but her eyes drew him in so deep, it was impossible to look away.

when class ended, he made a point to leave just after her, shrugging off crabbe and goyle when they questioned his actions. he followed her until she reached her destination; a willow. no, not the whomping willow (thank goodness), but a simple weeping willow, sat just off the castle grounds. it had a nice, distant view of the quidditch pitch, and was surrounded by tiny wildflowers. draco had kept enough distance to remain unseen, but he watched her every move from him position. she sat below the tree and took a small leather-bound journal from her satchel, as well as a quill.

homework? really? he watched further, and she began to sketch her surroundings. he stared..and stared…and stared some more. the sun was beginning to set before he realized how long he had been standing, staring at y/n, when she was hardly doing anything at all. he grew hot, and started off toward the castle to think in his dorm.

the next day, and for a week after, he followed her to the same willow, watched her draw, and returned to the slytherin common room. draco’s actions didn’t go unnoticed by his peers. each time he left after transfiguration, stayed missing for hours, and returned without a single explanation for his strange disappearance.

“malfoy, where’ve you been, mate?” blaise had asked after his first count of being MIA. “you’ve been gone for hours.”

“none of your business,” he spat back.

“he’s right malfoy, you’ve been gone all day,” crabbe chimed in. “got a secret snog or somethin’ you’re not telling us about?”

“it’s absolutely none of your business you gits, shove off,” and with that, he was gone again, to his room to think.

———–

“draco. draco!” voice filled his ears, seemingly out of nowhere.

“what?” he snapped from his zone, meeting a pair of y/e/c eyes.

“are you going to help, or am i going to do the entire project?” she questioned.

“yeah sorry, sorry, what are we doing?” he was completely out of it.

“i swear it’s like you’re not even on the planet this week,” she mumbled. to be entirely honest, he wasn’t. he was too focused on her hands to worry about some stupid project. he had watched her so often that he began to notice little things, like how, when she was meant to be taking notes, she would be sketching a tree or a toad instead. and when she was really focused, the tip of her tongue would leave the corner of her mouth. and every time she wrote an ‘i’ the dot would be in the shape of a spark or a teardrop, or anything that wasn’t an actual dot.

to tell the truth, draco wanted nothing more than to be held by her. he felt completely at ease in her presence, and he never felt more calm than when he was watching her. he wanted to tell her how he felt. it was like she had snuck him a love potion or something, he was completely and utterly entranced by her. but his mind told him that he couldn’t, after all, she’s a lady, and he was just a boy.

“malfoy, honestly, do i need to result to violence?” she hit him lightly on the arm to get his attention. he jerked up to meet her gaze and practically vomited his next words.

“oh, baby i am a wreck when i’m without you.” he grabbed her hand.

“what?” she looked at him, confused by his sudden change of tone.

“i need you here to stay.” he waited for a response, but the lady in question was entirely taken aback. “was it something i said?” he released her hand, mow worried that he had ruined his chances with her.

“no it’s just, it took you long enough,” she giggled, he looked mortified.

“excuse me?”

“what, you don’t think i didn’t notice you following me every day? you’re not exactly slick, draco.” how is it that she could be so calm when he felt like his hands were going to fall off? she laughed again, and he suddenly felt a wave of courage rush over him. he swept up her hair into his hand and pulled her into a brash kiss. she froze, but eventually melted into him. he relaxed a little, and held her cheek in his previously free hand. he pulled away for a second to ask:

“is this okay?”

“yes, draco, now come back here and kiss me”

food for thought | draco malfoy

summary;after spending the night of the yule ball with renowned slytherin, draco malfoy, you catch his eye at breakfast. the boy seems to be hell-bent on seeing into your thoughts, and so you let him — but now you think he might’ve seen too much.

tagged;@partr1dge<3

word count; 1kgive or take a few words maybe like exactly 23 idk i don’t have specifics

content;use of legilimency and occlumency, sexual themes, choking if you use a magnifying glass, i really came for draco’s childhood trauma + mental issues… my apologies, mentions of love (gross but also will they,won’t they?).

a/n; this is a rewrite of “last night”, something shitty i made ages ago !! anyway absolutely brilliant title god my mind is so powerful ugh </3 food ??? breakfast. for ??? thought??? occlumency, legilimency !!! i’m so sorry, i rewrote pretty much every word(including this authors note, is it that obvious?) at 5:30 am, it’s not amazing, but i’m sleep deprived and on my period so safe to say i did tear up for absolutely no reason.

you and draco both said that you’d never speak of what ensued in his dormitory the night of the yule ball. and you obliged. and you both swore it would never happen again. and you nodded your head. it was a mutual, meaningful agreement, and post-orgasm, it had seemed like a brilliant idea. no consequences, no ties between you two, being from different houses.

but it was extremely difficult to stick to your word when your legs still ached from the night before.

and his breathy groans, hot air fanning over your ear as he railed into you senselessly, wouldn’t push out of your mind.

and the bruises trailing down from your neck to your waistline were constant reminders of his tongue tracing over them, blowing on them, teasing you to all hell.

every time you blinked, the images flashed beneath your eyelids.

every time you inhaled, you missed his hand squeezing over your throat, restricting air.

and merlin, any slight brush against your own skin made you jump, thinking of his body on yours, skin on skin, sweat, clammy hands, your arched back, the veins in his hands, his jaw, his collarbones.

in the great hall, you made your way to your table for breakfast alone, and gnawed at your bottom lip while playing around with the food on your plate, famished, yet still so full of racing thoughts and fresh memories. his hands on your thighs, the way he sighed your name, your nails digging into his back, leaving little crescent moons over it, and his shoulders, and his hips, too. again and again and again.

looking up from your plate to scan the empty room, your eyes met draco’s ones, his irises a stormy grey, pupils dilated, and you inhaled sharply, looking away. you’d gotten up early, as if it would stop suspicion rising if you seemed like you hadn’t had a long night. it seemed as if he’d done that too, sat alone just the same.

merlin, you could feel the burn of his gaze, it made your body freeze and your cheeks heat up. he was looking right at you, right into you. you could feel it, the thumping at your temple that wouldn’t cease, the throbbing behind your eyelids. he was attempting to penetrate into your thoughts.

as if he hadn’t penetrated enough of you within the twenty-four hours, for fucks sake.

in need of a distraction, you turned your attention to the fork still lazily dancing across your plate, the cold handle twirling beneath your fingertips. it didn’t feel fair, what he’d done to you. turning you into a mess, mind hazy. giving you a taste, then taking it away immediately, albeit that being exactly what you’d agreed on. and although he really had given you absolutely everything the night before (or rather, this morning), it still felt like a neverending tease, with all that need careening through your veins.

swallowing harshly, you straightened up in your seat, pulling at the hem of your skirt, playing with a loose, dark thread. christ, he was still trying. the headache never seemed to stop, so persistent, so demanding, a feeling you knew well through conversations with dumbledore. but this headache clouded your mind, unforgiving, begging to be let through. it wasn’t asking for permission.

looking up once again, keeping your body still and your breath steady, you stared right back. taught ruthlessly by your grandmother, you’d always kept your mind shut from peering intruders. yet he was so fearlessly determined that you could feel it through his magic, snaking its way right through you, searching for any slight weaknesses in your armour. a strand of white hair fell over his forehead as he tilted his head slightly, jaw clenching. he wasn’t giving up.

draco malfoy always had something to prove. he was always so sure of his own success, so much to the point of insecurity, of doubt. it was a troubling mix of brashness, arrogance, and cowardice sprouting from the child rooted deep inside him, desperate for assurance and acceptance.

but it wasn’t your pity that led you to allow him to break through.

it was your need for him to know something you weren’t so sure you could admit verbally. you were thinking of him. that was all.

so, you stared straight into the silver of his eyes and let him right in.

his hands digging into your hips. the sheen of sweat over his entire body, glistening. the faint bruises he left on your wrists. you begging him to go harder.

him obliging.

his eyes were clouded over, as if in a trance, flitting through your memories.

but using legilimency was as much a curse as it was a blessing. because he could feel everything you felt too. the lust, the want, the pain filtering through the pleasure. and he could feel every little thing you’d noticed about him; the mole above his left knee, and the other on his waist, and the few freckles beneath his eyes, and the scar he had just above his eyebrow that you’d never really noticed until you’d tipsily placed wet kisses over his hairline.

for what felt like hours, you let him in, until he decided he’d had enough.

he was blinking quickly, brows furrowed, pale cheeks now flushed pink. he clumsily stood up from the slytherin table, pushing aside his plate of food, and stormed, flustered, out of the room, much like the boy who’d kissed you the night before. all tongue and teeth, all desperation, all emotion. but it was just for the one night. that was all.

and you felt foolish.

because you realised, he’d felt everything.

that in those moments, you thought you might’ve even loved him.

the boy, all tongue, and teeth, and hands, all pale skin, all desperation. it was certainly something entirely worthy of love.

draco remembers their faces.

   he doesn’t want to say anything, but he does. he remembers every single horror-stricken look at the end of his wand throughout the last few hours of the battle of hogwarts, a battle he thought he could get out of. it was always foolish to think that, though, not when every wizard in the world was congregating to save the day.

   he was on the wrong side. he knows that now, leaning against the crumbled wall of what used to be his defence against the dark arts classroom. he remembers lessons spent messing around with his friends, teasing potter. he remembers lessons spent fighting off a panic attack as the mark on his arm burned hotter and hotter, how that stupid voice in his head got louder and louder and louder.

   now, though, he doesn’t have to worry about any of that. not lessons, not the voice, not people finding out the truth. now, he leans his head back and inhales, trying his hardest to untangle the mess that is his brain. he shouldn’t even be here, he knows; the school was evacuated hours ago for the safety of everyone involved, and to clean up the bodies left behind in the aftermath. draco, however, can’t bring himself to stand. he can’t bring himself to even think, let alone get on his two feet and follow his family to whatever bad decision they take next.

    the comforting quiet is shattered by the sound of footsteps. draco closes his eyes, tilts his head back even further, as if praying to some god he knows isn’t listening to him, a god that hasn’t ever listened to him. the footsteps get closer and closer until they are right beside him, and all draco can do is reach out and wrap his arm around your leg, just the tiniest gesture to let you know that he appreciates your presence, whether he verbalises it or not.

   because he always knew you would be the one to come looking for him, and you would be the one to find him. it’s always been that way for as long as he can remember. 

    you slide down the wall, moving draco’s hand to your knee where he rubs slow circles on the fabric of your trousers. it’s a comforting gesture, though it comforts draco more than it comforts you.

    “you shouldn’t be here, you know.”

   draco shrugs. that’s a very vague thing to say, considering draco doesn’t believe he should really be anywhere at all. 

    “have you been checked over by the nurses?”

   “they won’t look twice at me.”

   although draco can’t see you, he knows you’re hollowing out your cheeks, shaking your head like draco has just said the most stupid thing in the world. 

   “you’re so dumb sometimes.”

   “crabbe didn’t make it, you know.”

    your breath hitches. it’s enough to make draco open his eyes and look over, and his own breath hitches at the sight of you; there’s still dust coating your cheeks, ashes clinging to your eyelashes, that look of trauma still tucked behind your eyes. 

    he reaches forward and strokes a thumb along your bottom lip, ridding it of the dried blood there. “have youbeen checked over by the nurses?” 

   “i came looking for you.”

   “you say that like it’s an excuse.”

   you shrug, awkwardly glancing to the floor. “i have priorities.”

   draco releases air through his nose, not quite a laugh, but close enough that he feels his heart lift a little. “silly.”

    “that’s me.” you lean your head on his shoulder, shuffling closer until your knees are curled against draco’s leg. he holds you there, scared to let go, but scared to pull you closer in case the close contact somehow reminds you of what he has done, what his family have done, how terrible of a human he actually is. still, he doesn’t want to waste this moment, not when it could end at the blink of an eye.

   “draco?”

   his name, your lips; it’s how you are capable of moving heaven into hell without even trying. that’s all it takes.

   “hmm?”

   “it’s going to be okay. i promise.”

   he closes his eyes, lets his head fall upon your own. down the corridor, people bustle back and forth, voices echoing through the eerily empty hallways. “is it?”

    “when have i ever made a promise i can’t keep?”

    and draco knows it’s true; you wouldn’t promise him a thing unless you genuinely thought it was possible, and that’s kind of why he loves you so much. he’s never said it, those three words that hold so much weight, but he knows he does, and you know he does, and he kind of thinks you might love him, too. no one else has ever gone searching for him in times like these. no one else has ever promised him everything will be okay, especially not when he needs it most.

after the war

Draco Malfoy x f!Hufflepuff!Reader

A blurb, continuing the Tri Wizard Championseries.

request:I’d really like to see another fanfic with Draco showing what happened to them after the triwizard tournament! That would be a great idea! [via@booksmione]

a/n: HI! Here’s a request! I loved writing this, I usually am not a fan of after-war fics and prefer fics where the characters are still attending Hogwarts, but this makes my heart SOAR I love it. I hope you enjoyed, thank you for requesting this and keeping my favorite (and only) series alive <3

word count: 1160

warnings:mentions of blood loss, crucio, scars,death,war, etc. also fluff LMAOOO

summary: Y/N and Draco managed to find their way back to each other after three years of healing from the well-known Tri Wizard Tournament.

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The war was a massive devastation for the Wizarding world.

Y/N was still grieving the loss of her best friend three years prior. Her school, her home had turned into a place she didn’t even recognize. A prison.

Just as quickly as Hogwarts had changed, she had watched family and friends die within its walls, protecting the students within.

Every single night in her dorm before the Battle of Hogwarts, Y/N would listen to the radio in search of any names listed off that she knew.

Although she claimed she was listening for loved ones, she was really listening for one particular name. Malfoy.

Y/N knew that there was no possible way the Malfoys would be put on the casualties list that grows every day, but she still listened with quiet breathing and a rapid heartbeat to hear the name of the boy she still loved.

From what she could remember, the battle was a blur. A blip in time. Faces that she knew, lifeless on the ground around her. Faces she has grown up with for almost the past decade.

Y/N couldn’t count how many people she loved and held dearly that she had seen dead. Fred Weasley, leaving his other half George. Nymphadora Tonks, a beloved Hufflepuff alumni, and Remus Lupin, Harry Potter’s last standing familial figure and spouse to Tonks. Lavender Brown, the Gryffindor that Y/N had grown quite close to while Hogwarts was under the direction of multiple death eaters. Colin Creevey, the young muggle-born Gryffindor who stood incredibly brave, and another close friend of Y/N’s.

~•.*✰

While attempting to save another young student, Y/N was hit with the Cruciatus Curse, and was severely attacked by multiple Death-Eaters. She could barely feel the pain, when her eyes focused on a head full of white hair that was speeding to wear she lay in a puddle of her own blood in the Forbidden Forest.

“How did you get out here? Why are you out here, Y/N?” Draco’s voice was deeper, aged, yet frantic and shaking. “Oh Merlin, you’re bleeding so much. We need to get you to the Great Hall.”

“Draco?” Y/N’s quiet voice asked. “What are you doing here?” Her voice was trembling, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. She touched his face, leaving a bloody handprint behind. She tried to convince herself that he really was here, that he really was trying to get her help, and he wasn’t just a hallucination from the blood loss.

“Close your eyes.” Draco instructed.

A moment passed, and Y/N felt her stomach drop as if she were on a fast roller coaster.

“I need help! Help!” She soon heard Draco screaming, his voice cracking with every syllable. Bustling voices around her had forced her to open her eyes, and she soon realized he had apparated both of them into the Great Hall. Molly Weasley, a dear friend of Y/N’s mother, rushed over as two students behind her carried a cot.

They transferred her onto the cot, working as quickly as they could to heal the wounds without any more blood loss. Y/N was walking the thin line of unconsciousness, but refused to let herself pass out while Draco was still near her.

She knew he worried too much. The creases permanently etched into his forehead told her enough.

With the remaining strength Y/N had, she reached towards him to grab his hand. His eyes snapped down to her the second she made contact with his hand, and he clasped it in both and immediately started planting tear-filled kisses along every inch of her exposed skin.

“You’re gonna be alright. Everything is going to be fine. Please, stay awake. Stay awake for me, Y/N/N. Please.”

~•.*✰

“Wow, so Dad was a softie!” Y/N’s and Draco’s eldest daughter, Lyra, exclaimed.

“Yes, he really was.” Y/N smiled warmly, laying her hand atop Draco’s as they sat on the couch.

“So, that’s how you got that scar? It’s cool!” Scorpius piped in, pointing to Y/N’s stomach, where a prominent white scar lead up to her shoulder, meeting the three scars on her back from her fourth year.

“Mom, you have had some crazy accidents. How did Dad never have heart attacks?” Cassi asked, leaning forward in complete and utter amusement.

“Oh, I can promise you, Dad did have heart attacks. I enjoy keeping him on his toes.” Y/N winked, leaning back into Draco, who had an arm over her shoulder.

“Can you tell us about the tournament again, Mom? Please?” Scorpius begged, pouting.

“I think it’s about time for you three to go to bed, hm? Mom’s had enough revisiting her very, very dangerous experiences throughout her years at school. Let’s get you all to bed, shall we? Big day tomorrow.” Draco piped in, pushing himself off the couch and helping his children stand from the carpet.

“I’m nervous for tomorrow! First day of fourth year. I wonder if mine will be as adventurous as Moms.” Lyra said, walking slowly to her room.

“And first day of third for me. I hope I get to meet a Hippogriff like you did your third year, Dad.” Scorpius followed his sister through the hallway to their bedrooms.

“And first day of Hogwarts for our darling little Cassiopeia, isn’t that right?” Y/N appeared behind them, scooping her youngest up and planting kisses everywhere on her face. Cassi squealed, giggling loudly as Y/N continued walking to their separate rooms.

“Goodnight, my darling lovebugs.” Y/N said, blowing kisses through each of the open doorways to her children.

“Goodnight, my favorite troublemakers. Get some sleep, or I’ll have the boggarts come scare you!” Draco laughed mischievously, just before getting whacked lightly upside the head by his wife. She quietly scolded him, and he put his hands up in mock surrender.

“Goodnight! Love you the mostest.” Cassi peeped up, flicking her tiny wrist to turn off her lamp.

“Goodnight, Mom. Goodnight, Dad. Thank you for telling us the story again.” Scorpius yawned, turning on his side and doing just as his sister had done to turn off his lamp.

“Thank you, for reminding us again how cool our parents are. Love you guys.” Lyra said, snapping lightly to turn out her lamp. She always was a bit more advanced than her brother and sister.

Y/N quietly closed all three doors, before heading to her and Draco’s room to finally get some sleep. It wasn’t long before they were both dozing off, Y/N in Draco’s arms.

“Goodnight, my love.” Draco whispered, planting a kiss into Y/N’s hair.

“Goodnight, Dray. I love you.” She whispered back, her eyes closing and letting sleep finally take over.

Even though she struggled to get the happy ending she wanted after fourth year, she could now proudly say she was a part of a loving family with the boy she had loved since she was 14. She was has happy, healthy, and healed as she could be.

And that was her perfect happy ending.

~•.*✰

final a/n: as you can guess, Cassi is named after the constellation Cassiopeia and Lyra is also named after a constellation! I didn’t want Scorp to be an only child, so I gave him an older and a younger sister. I hope you all enjoyed, I really love this and now I’m mad at the lack of storyline after the war for Draco >:( anyways I just like smacked this out in 20 minutes because I’ve been in a Draco loving mood recently?????? Ok lol but I hope y’all enjoyed!!

A Shit Tutor (6/?)

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader, Slytherin!reader x Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 2,076
Warnings: fluff, none

“Now,really, Mr. Malfoy, I am morethan capable of handling this,” you heard the voice of Madam Pomfrey scoff in an offended tone.

“Thenwhy isn’t she awake yet?” Draco hissed. Your brain was swimming in fog, you could hear everything around you, but your eyelids were just so heavy.

“I’ve told you, there’s no telling how long someone will remain unconscious once they’ve passed out,” Madam Pomfrey sighed, and the clinking of tools and swishing of liquid could be heard.

“That’s rubbish!” Draco all but shouted.

“Draco,” Snape’s drawling voice sounded, warning him to hush. “I think what my eager young student means is, surely there’s some way of knowing?”

“Well judging by how her eyes are flitting under her lids I’d say she could wake up at any point,” she answered. You felt your face grow slightly warm, but you struggled to successfully pry open your lids.

“Y/N?” a cold hand found yours atop the sheet and the movement seemed to jolt your body awake. Opening your eyes, you blinked a few times before finding Draco leaning towards you, his face scrunched with worry. Snape stood above him, several paces back, looking indifferent about it all.

“Draco?” you croaked, your throat thick with sleep still.

“Hey! You’re alright!” he said, visibly relaxing as you grinned sleepily at him.

“Course I am. I’ve done worse,” you shrugged, looking down at your wrapped hand.

“Well, that’s reassuring,” Snape muttered under his breath. “I suppose since she’s awake I’m no longer necessary?”

“No, Severus, you’re no longer necessary,” Madam Pomfrey said icily.

“Excellent,” Snape sneered. “Draco, mind her.”

“Of course, sir,” Draco said quickly. And with a swish of his cloak, Snape was gone.

“Complete sodding tosser,” Draco hissed, tightening his grip on your hand subconsciously. Looking away, not wanting to read too much into his presence, you noticed the sun was well behind the mountains in the distance, casting the room in shadow.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“Er, dunno. After dinner I’d guess, it got quite loud just a bit ago but it’s died down now,” Draco said, gesturing behind him to the hall.

“What happened?” you asked; you had a general idea, of course–it wasn’t your head you injured, but everything after you blacked out was blank.

“You don’t remember?” Draco said, his face taking on the anxious, pinched look again. “Does your head feel alright? I thought I caught you before you fell but maybe you hit the desk on the way down.”

Seeing Draco anxiously fret was a completely foreign sight. His eyebrows furrowed and raised slightly, his lips pursed, his hands flying to your exposed skin, feeling for a nonexistent fever.

“You what?” you gasped. Just when the situation couldn’t get any more embarrassing, now you found you collapsed inhis arms? What was this a bloody novel?

“Well, you asked if I was mad at you–all I was asking is if you were alright; your eyes couldn’t focus and you kept swaying slightly. And then your eyes slid shut and you went limp, sliding off the stool seat. I dove forward and caught you just before your head smacked the floor, but you were completely out. Really scared a few people, I think Jal nearly fainted as well. Anyway, Snape was going to take you himself, but I insisted. I don’t bloody trust him with you, I mean, it was all he could do to wait until you were awake to leave. And now here we are,” he explained.

“Oh, Godric, Jal is probably freakingout,” you sighed, leaning back.

Just as your head hit the pillow, the door swung open and you both turned to see Blaise striding towards you, his hands in his pockets.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Draco asked. Though his tone was annoyed, his face softened slightly as Blaise approached.

“Alright, then?” he asked you in his deep voice, largely ignoring Draco’s outburst.

“Suppose so,” you shrugged. “Jal sent you, then?”

“Yeah, she can be very,” he paused, a small smile pulling at his dark features, “persuasive.”

“I was going to say completely fucking mad, but that works too,” you laughed. The smile set into his face at that and you smiled smugly to yourself; getting Blaise to change facial expressions alone was a feat, let alone a full smile.

“She wanted to come,” he started, pulling a hand from his pocket to gesture backwards.

“Yeah, she doesn’t do blood; I know,” you sighed, laughing slightly, remembering her woozy disposition when she leaked once on her period.

“Nearly passed out herself when you lifted your hand,” he remembered.

“It was pretty gnarly looking,” you allowed, casting a look down at your hand.

“Alright now though?” Blaise asked, leaning sideways to look at your hand himself.

“Mostly. It’s wrapped in, what the hell is this?” you asked, gesturing down to the light pink wrappings.

“Dittany petals,” Draco answered.

“Ah, you’ll be fine, then,” Blaise said, standing straight again. “Oh, hang on.”

Fishing in his pocket, Blaise pulled two, covered, tiny objects out and pulled his wand.
“Engorgio,” he spoke. The objects enlarged and a second later he held two full size, teetering, plates. Draco reached out and grabbed one, laying it across your lap before grabbing the other for himself. Opening the lid, you found a plate of fish and chips–your favorite.

“Oi! Cheers, mate!” you smiled, popping a delicious chip into your mouth.

“Jal sent me with them,” he shrugged. “I should get on, then. She’s probably sitting right next to the door waiting for me.”

“Probably,” you giggled.

“I’ll see you later?” he asked, turning to address Draco for the first time.

“Yeah, I’ll be down in a few,” he answered, uncovering a plate of meat and potatoes. At Draco’s response, Blaise turned and strode out of the wing.

“Stiff git,” you laughed, watching the way Blaise’s movements stayed tightly controlled, clenched, almost.

“You have no idea,” Draco muttered, forking a bite into his mouth.

“You don’t have to stay with me, I know you’d probably rather be in the common rooms entertaining your goons,” you said, giving him an out.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” he answered simply, taking another bite. The heat crept up into your face without hesitation now and you smiled to yourself. The next few minutes were quiet, but comfortable. The clinking and scraping of your utensils filled the otherwise silent wing, along with Pomfrey’s shuffling in her office. After you were finished eating, Draco took your plate and stacked it with his, laying it on the table next to you.

“How are you feeling, love?” Madam Pomfrey spoke suddenly, startling you.

“Alright, bit stiff,” you answered, wincing as you tried to flex your fingers.

“Yes, that was a particularly nasty gouge. Always happens, though it’s usually the first years who end up cutting themselves,” she said, both comforting and embarrassing you. “Haven’t had it to the bone in years, though.”

“Happy to oblige,” you smiled tightly as she peeled back the petals to check on your hand.

“Almost there dear. Since it’s already so late, I’m going to keep you overnight. By morning it should be healed and ready to go,” she said, rising and whisking around your bed. “Best be getting back to your dorms, Mr. Malfoy.”

“I’m staying,” the words were a fact; not a request, not a demand, but a declaration.

“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Malfoy, I assure you I’m more than–”

“Professor Snape asked me to stay with her; I’m sure my father would agree with Professor Snape. Unless you’d like to ask them?” he all but sneered, angry she was trying to boot him.

“Draco, it’s–” you cut yourself off at the intense look in his eye as he shot his glare to you.

“This is really most inappropriate! A boy staying with a girl in an empty wing!” she bristled, annoyed at the situation. She met Draco’s eyes and they locked in a stalemate for a few tense moments. “Fine. But I’ll be right on the other side of that door.”

“I should bloody well hope so,” Draco snapped, causing her to huff offendedly and whisk off to her office, shutting it harder than necessary.

“You have a talent for pissing people off,” you remarked, trying to ease the tension that lingered in the air.

“Yields results though,” he sighed, rubbing his face.

“Are you alright?” you asked.

“AmI alright? I’m fine,” he laughed mirthlessly. You looked at him intently, but he seemed to be solid in his resolve, and being the private person Draco was, you dropped it. “You should get some sleep.”

“I should get some sleep? Youshould get some sleep–I’ve just spent the last 5 hours unconscious,” you laughed. Despite yourself, a yawn slipped past your lips. “Alright, I suppose I am a bit tired.”

“Get some sleep. I’ll be here,” he said, leaning back in his seat.

“You need sleep too. You should go back to your dorm. Seriously, Draco, I’ll be fine,” you tried to convince him but he crossed his arms and settled in.

“Get some sleep,” he repeated, this time an edge to his voice.

“Fine,” you pouted, turning over on your side and pulling up your covers. Within seconds, the black behind your eyes became richer and your head spun slightly as you began to fall asleep.
“You’re adorable when you pout,” you thought you heard Draco whisper. Did ‘adorable’ even exist in his vocabulary? And without another thought, the black pulled you under once more.

“Y/N? Are you awake?” you heard Draco speak softly. You knew you should answer, but the curiosity was too much. There was no light in front of your lids, no birds chirping softly, even the shufflings of Madam Pomfrey were nonexistent. You guessed it was deep in the night.

“Talking to a sleeping girl in the middle of the hospital wing,” Draco sighed, and you could practically see him push back his hair, running a pale hand through his blonde locks. “Who the hell have I become?”

“Look at what you’ve done to me.” His voice was softer now, and you felt the weight of his hand fall on your leg. “Turned me into an anxious, quivering mess. Probably looked like something out of a horror movie, carrying your lifeless body through the halls, leaving a trail of blood in our wake. Scared the fucking hell out of me. Good Godric. You can’t do that to me. You can’t,”

He paused, words seemed to fail him and you strained to hear his quiet words.

“I dunno how, but you’ve wormed your way in. And now you live there, all day, everyday. Sometimes I don’t know if it’s better or worse that we’re in the same house. Can hardly pay attention in class when you’re right there to look at. Watching you laugh with Jal, the way your Y/E/C eyes light up when you know the answer, the little pout on your lips as we head down into the dungeons for Potions, the way the fire in the common rooms reflects off your Y/H/C hair. But then, if you weren’t there for me to watch I’d wonder about you all day. Might even sneak around to find you. Is that weird? Probably, just a bit stalkerish. Suppose no weirder than talking to an unconscious girl in a hospital wing.” He sighed then once more. “What would someone as good as you want with me?”

The way he spoke made it clear how he thought of himself, and it made your chest hurt. You thought he might say more, but after a few minutes it seemed as though he was done. The weight of his hand left your bed and a moment later a slight creaking could be heard. Once you felt it was safe enough to do so, you peeked through an eye and saw him lying in a cot Madam Pomfrey must’ve drawn up.

With his eyes closed, relaxed, with the covers drawn to his chin he looked much younger. The darkness usually shadowing his features was gone, the nearly constant annoyed crease in his brow was smooth, his lips puckered slightly as he settled into a deep sleep.

Smiling softly to yourself, amazed at the fact you had Draco Malfoy sleeping in a cot by your bedside, you let your lids slide closed again.

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