New Days

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

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(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.

How I imagine spending Christmas with this fictional family pt. 1 the Malfoys

Source of photos: Pinterest

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”

harry potter imagines

nerves: harry finally builds up the courage to ask you out.

nerves

summary: harry finally builds up the courage to ask you out.

warnings: gender neutral reader!, nervous harry, one curse word, fluff

word count: 1,206

ever since harry’s first year at hogwarts, a certain somebody had his attention.

y/n y/l/n.

they were sorted into gryffindor just like harry. but never really made an effort to get to know the boy, just like everyone else at hogwarts.

harry was practically swarmed by everyone from all four houses—not much from slytherin but you get the point. he jumped from just arriving to hogwarts, to being the most popular kid at school.

all the attention was nice of course, at least he didn’t feel alone or excluded like he did at the dursley’s, but none of the attention came from you—no matter how arrogant he sounded, it was true.

“staring at y/n again?” hermione asked, the book in her hands coming to shut as she tapped his shoulder.

“huh?”

“he’s whipped” ron said, shaking his head as harry’s eyebrows furrowed together.

“whipped?”

“in love” ron clarified, his best friend letting out a scoff before turning his attention back to you, but you were gone.

you must’ve left the library during the golden trios conversation, harry cursing quietly under his breath as hermione frowned—“harry.”

“yeah?”

“don’t you think…this little crush of yours ha-”

“little?” ron cut off, looking at hermione like she had three heads, “more like major. he’s been head over heels for y/n since first year—not to mention its now our sixth.”

“whatever it is…” hermione said, narrowing her eyes at the red head before turning back to harry, “…you should ask them out…before someone else does.”

“someone else?” harry asked, worry laced in his words as he thought about what the curly haired girl had just said.

of course you’ve had relationships before in the past, but they were nothing serious.

at least that’s what harry was trying to tell himself.

“i heard cedric was going to ask her out sometime this week, but i’m not positive. it could’ve been a rumor—”

“i need to go” harry abruptly said, excusing himself from the small table they sat at and exiting the quiet library.

harry had thought about asking you out for a while now, even thinking of scenarios and what could possibly happen.

but hermione was right, if he kept stalling and thinking of the worse, someone would beat him too it, and it would overall be too late.

he turned the corner in a rush, thankful that not many students were in the corridors due to it being break, and made his way to the common room.

you usually spent your time in the common room either sitting in front of the fire with a book or playing wizards chest with your friends, and when you weren’t, you were in the library studying.

he was about to turn the next corner but stopped when he heard a familiar voice along with another.

that familiar voice was yours.

“hi cedric! so nice to see you today” your friendly voice rang out, harry’s stomach twisting into knots as he pressed himself further along the wall, trying not to make noise.

“hello, y/n. looking lovely as usual” cedric said, a giggle erupting from y/n as harry’s heart dropped.

hermione was right.

“i just wanted to ask you something.”

“what is it, cedric?”

“can i take you to hogsmeade tomorrow? after classes?”

there it was, the one sentence harry dreaded to hear.

he leaned against the wall and let his head fall back, wincing slightly before letting his eyelids flutter shut.

he felt so hopeless, stupid—he should’ve asked you out earlier. but now it was too late, and he had to accept that.

“oh” you finally breathed out, your eyes dropping from cedrics to look around the empty corridor, “like a date?”

you were friends with cedric and didn’t want to decline his offer if he was only being nice—but if it was a date…

“yeah, a date.”

it was quiet for a good 10 seconds, harry’s heart practically beating a million miles an hour, almost feeling like it was about to jump out.

“i’m sorry, cedric. i really am” you started, harry finally opening his eyes as his mouth went slightly ajar, “but i like you as a friend, and want to keep it like that.”

“no worries, y/n” cedric said, giving them a half smile before sputtering out words harry couldn’t quite hear.

“i’ll see you around?”

“of course” you smiled, nodding as he then walked off in the opposite direction.

harry let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, going to rub at his eyes but failing as he accidentally knocked off his glasses.

the thin spectacles hit the ground with a “clink,” harry silently cursing at himself as he prayed to merlin you had left.

his vision was now blurred, now bending down to try and find his glasses.

he patted the cold floor from under him but froze as he touched a hand, y/n’s hand.

“looking for these?” you asked, harry quickly standing up as you laughed quietly to yourself.

you placed them on harry’s nose and pushed them back up, harry absolutely melting from the action as his legs started to feel like jelly.

“s-sorry—knocked them off” he quickly said, his face red as a tomato as you smiled sweetly at him.

‘their even more (gorgeous/handsome) in person’ he thought to himself, still completely baffled that you were right in front of him—nevermind talking to him.

“i’m guessing you heard my conversation with cedric then?” y/n asked, his eyes widening as he quickly shook his head—“no-n-no i didn’t. i-i just got here-”

“harry—” you cut off, laughing at his slight panic, “i could hear you from around the corner, you’re not the quietest, y’know.”

harry gulped down what felt like a rock in his throat, only nodding before breaking eye contact, deeply wishing he could disappear.

“but you- y-you said no” harry couldn’t help but finally choke out, watching you nod slowly before sighing quietly.

“he’s good looking, yeah. and he doesn’t have an ugly personality…” you trailed off, almost like you were trying to find the right words, “but, i’m into someone else.”

‘someone else?’ harry thought, heart breaking as his eyes dropped to the ground.

his face was hot and his palms with sweaty, his glasses slowly sliding down his nose as you quickly pushed them back up.

your fingers gripped harry’s chin lightly, your touch sending sparks to the boy as he looked up slowly.

“are you really that daft, harry?”

“daft?” harry asked, eyebrows furrowed at your choice of words.

considering how fast his heart was beating, it wouldn’t be impossible for y/n to hear it, just knowing how nervous he was.

“that someone is you.”

“m-me?”

“shut up and kiss me.”

harry wasted no time in capturing your lips with his, your fingers leaving his chin to now run through his soft hair that you’ve thought about touching way more than you should’ve.

harry wasn’t experienced, far from it. but he was doing a pretty good fucking job at kissing the person he’s been in love with for almost six years.

“go to hogsmeade with me?” harry asked, only pulling away for a second before pulling you into another kiss, the two of you smiling into one another.

“id love too.”

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a/n: i thought of this imagine idea in the doctors office

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I know we all do not support J.K. Rowling any longer, but right now all I want is to be in the arms of Draco Malfoy, crying and feeling understood. Because honestly, I cannot stand reality any longer.