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.
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Everyone was excited about Yule Ball but you couldn’t be less bothered about it.
Changing classes was a spectacle since Yule Ball was two weeks ahead. Boys and girls declaring their love in every single corner. Such a cheesy view made you want to shut yourself in your bedroom and not go out until everything came to an end. Why was everyone so desperate?
As a Ravenclaw anything apart from books, classes, etc. was a waste of time. Going to the Yule Ball wouldn’t make you pass Snape’s exams.
“y/n” your friend called you several times before you could hear her “Any date for the Yule Ball?”
“You too?” you spited out almost offended. Why are you so obsessed? You asked her trying to figure out how a dance could make people go insane.
“C’mon, you could relax.” she laughed “Tell me the truth, not even a Durmstrang student makes you want to go to the ball?” she added when some of them walked by your left.
Your eyes landed on them, they were handsome, tall and the dream of every girl or boy. But not yours…
A huge group of people in front of the class you were going to made you curious. “What is going on?”
“It’s happening again” your friend laughed excitedly while she dragged you with her to have a better view. It wasn’t a surprise to find a certain blonde in the middle of that fuss. A really nervous Slytherin was in front of him with her eyes shut down and with her whole body shaking.
“She must be the fifteenth or even the twentieth.” Another Slytherin murmured behind you.
Your brain started to put the pieces together. As the most popular Slytherin, Draco Malfoy was a very desirable target for the Yule Ball, but you didn’t expect to witness a proposal, and even more, as far you had heard it wasn’t the first one.
“Do you want to be my date to Yule Ball?” the girl in front of Draco said with a honeyed voice.
The boy didn’t seem very amazed. Giving a fast peek at his surroundings, sighed in frustration with his hand buried in his blonde hair. Your eyes met for a few seconds and he narrowed them in your presence. The truth was that you weren’t friends, not even acquaintances but for a mysterious reason he detested you. You were a great witch from a good family, none blood thing could justify his aversion. But every time you crossed paths you felt like you did something wrong.
His face displayed an annoyed gesture, and his fingers went to his temples, massaging them. “I don’t have time for this rubbish.” his head turned away from you and landed on the poor Slytherin’s girl. “Get lost.” he huffed just the right moment McGonagall appeared, dissolving the big crowd. “Whatever is happening can continue after my class.” she announced heading every student inside.
The next classes were very peaceful, no more random events on the hallway. You and your friend were on your way to the Great Hall when you remembered you needed to return a book. Your friend and you split apart, and you hurried up your way.
The hallways were empty, everyone one was on their break. You were grateful for a little bit of peace, you took your time in the library wandering around, it didn’t surprise you when you found another Ravenclaw. The library was the temple of all of you, but it didn’t feel right when he started to smile in your direction and not take his eyes off of you. Something was wrong and it pissed you.
It almost gave you a heart attack when he faced you the moment you put one foot out the library. “y/n, can we talk for a moment?” he asked you kindly with his face tinted slightly pink. That scene recalled a certain moment of the morning and your hands started to sweat. The boy in front of you was the same age but you hadn’t exchanged many words through the years, you didn’t even know his name. You bit your lower lip trying to kill the urge of running away. “Sure…” you hesitated in a lower voice and with your hands clenched to your cape
“I hope it isn’t too late.” he whispered, rubbing his neck “By any chance would you like to go with me to Yule Ball?”
You froze and your usual eloquence disappeared. You couldn’t imagine that that would happen to you. You didn’t plan a negative for the occasion, and you didn’t want to go to the ball, because the truth was that HE would never ask you to go with him, and no one else had your interest.
“I’m sorry but…” you faltered to say. Your mouth was dry, and you couldn’t find the words.
“What y/n want to say is that she is already taken.” a very known voice interrupted you. Your brows raised in surprise when you saw Draco come out from behind a pillar.
“That’s true?” the Ravenclaw looked at you with surprise, you were surprised as well, in which world were you Draco’s date? Maybe you just hit your head.
He came closer and one of his arms wrapped around your waist, your whole body shivered. He was the only one who could make you feel like that. “It’s true” you lied with your face completely red and avoiding the eyes of any of the boys. Sadly, it was a lie you wanted to believe with all your heart. The Ravenclaw gave up and disappeared after he looked at you very surprised. Your heart was pounding in your chest, you were alone with Draco and you were afraid to do or say anything that could break the spell.
“Why have you done that?” you slapped Draco away, as much as you wanted that touch you didn’t want it to be as a part of a lie. He faced you with his beautiful grey eyes and smirked maciously. “Don’t you know?” he whispered in your ear. You blushed entirely, your face, your neck, etc. “I thought you hated me.” you answered with your eyes locked on the floor, you were unable to look him in the face. Your head was spinning, you couldn’t forget all those scornful looks in the hallway.
He grabbed you by the chin and lifted it forcing you to look at him. “And I hate you.” he said in a deep voice. “I hate your indifferent face every time we meet, the way you smile at all your friends.” You got goose bumps but trying not to be intimidated you answered "If I didn’t know you, I’d say you have feelings for me…” you tilted your head with innocence and a wide smile on your face. You weren’t going to let Malfoy have all the control of the situation, if he wanted to play dirty you also knew. The blond boy looked at you in surprise, you had left him speechless. Point for you. But he seemed to recover immediately, clinging to your hips, and trapping you against the nearest wall, his head rising to your height, and your faces just a few inches away. “You’ve always been very smart.” he sighed on your neck, making you turn your head to the side leaving even more bare skin in sight. He deposited a quick kiss in the crack of your neck “What about you? he started to play with a strand of your hair. Your head was full of Malfoy, your legs were shaking and since he had cornered you against that wall you were unable to add two plus two. Everything seemed like a dream. A dirty one, but with Draco it couldn’t be any other way. You managed to hear his question, he wanted to know how you felt even if he had not spoken, not verbally. “I’d say it’s a tie.” you almost moaned when he pulled up your skirt caressing your thighs. He rested his forehead on yours, enraptured by your half-open mouth, your watery eyes and your heavy breath. “What do you say if we try to break the tie? ” he smiled “You and me at the Yule Ball.”
You smiled at him. “Deal.” you whispered, taking him by his tie to press his lips against you in a hungry kiss. He took advantage immediately and did not hold back. You melted in his embrace and bit his lower lip when you felt his hard bulge against your centre.
I’m trying to get better at reccing amazing fics I come across - this was one of my fandom “challenges” that I set myself for 2022 and I’ve been a bit rubbish at it so far, sorry! - but I’m halfway through this fic at the moment and I have to take pause and tell everyone about it because
it
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floored
Licuriciby@lou-isfake/@lou-ifyouwant is a Charlie POV Charlie/Harry/Draco get-together fic with so much warmth and heart, and honestly I’ve never read a better Charlie Weasley than this. I just—I love him. With all of my soul.
It has: dragons!, magical empaths!, PINING! (oh god the pining is just - top tier honestly), gorgeous landscapes and interiors (I am weak for descriptions of rooms/houses as you probably know from my own writing, and this has plenty of that, I just feel at home everywhere I am in this fic, can I please spend a cosy night in Charlie’s hut?), occlumency!, long haired Harry!, fierce and protective Draco!, soft feeling full of HEART and yearning and love Charlie!, amazing rep of social anxiety and the importance of one’s need for alone time/independence!, accurate and compassionate poly rep!, gorgeous pet names that I am weak for, beautifully written sex!, and this is just the tip of the iceberg!
Here’s the summary from ao3 which will probably do a better job at convincing you to read it than I ever will:
“Charlie wanted Harry, but he’d never planned on having him. He’d never planned on Draco Malfoy, either. He hadn’t planned on anything but living out his days in Romania, with his friends and his dragons and his safe, peaceful distance.
Apparently, it wasn’t a very popular plan.
This is a story about crumbs and flickers and roots, running away and coming home; about falling in love without meaning to (twice), and having truly good friends, and the mutually revealing recognition between two people in love with the same man.”
I wish I had the brain to do all the @hdcandyheartsfest prompts but alas, we do what we can ☺️ (Shoutout to all of you who are doing them every day, I love reading all your entries, you’re amazing!)
Anyway, here’s some fluff and domesticity for today’s prompt Love Confession under the cut (rated T | 800 words). Biggest thank you to @curlyy-hair-dont-care for betaing and being wonderful.
“Do you remember your first Sunday dinner at the Burrow?”
It’s not said like a question, just a low hum into the pillow, into the small space between them. Draco grunts, doesn’t open his eyes. He wasn’t asleep but he was drifting and it’s too early for a two-sided conversation.
He remembers, all right. Molly had invited him, out of pity he thinks, and via Granger. He didn’t want to go but Hermione can be very convincing. And scary.
“You played chess with Ron by the fire.” Harry’s voice sounds too awake for this hour.
Draco had almost forgotten that part, but they did sit by the fire for a while and it felt like home and family and safety, even though Draco didn’t belong and was a little bit lost. Now the warmth of the memory spreads in his abdomen like molten gold and he buries himself deeper into the sheets.
“You were so concentrated and kept frowning because Gin and I were testing George’s new products.”
“You were making such a ruckus with those things, like a pack of excitable racoons. It was hard to think,” Draco murmurs, and it comes out muffled, swallowed by his pillow. “Then there was the one that exploded on the coffee table.”
“And you nonchalantly threw a shield charm at us without looking up from the chessboard and then did a checkmate in the next second. I had no idea you were even paying attention.”
“Healer training instinct.”
“Ron was not impressed.”
“But you were.”
Harry doesn’t answer for a while, so Draco finally opens his eyes. Harry is looking at him and maybe Draco needs a shield charm now for the intensity of his gaze. His eyes don’t look green in the dawn light but they’re no less bright and fierce.
“I was. It’s also when I knew.”
“Knew what?”
It’s a strange thing how quickly Draco’s heart can start beating just because Harry’s voice suddenly sounded a bit small even in the few inches of space between them. Draco holds his breath and thinks that nothing good can come out of a five-a.m. talk. His thoughts spill into all the ugly corners of his mind where his insecurity lives, where there is proof that all this is not real, can’t be and Harry will tell him now that he’s changed his mind, that he had been right about Draco all along.
Harry can probably tell he is panicking, it’s hard to keep your composure when it’s the middle of the night and they are so close and still naked, because he reaches out to brush his thumb across Draco’s cheek and says, “Knew that I was in love with you.”
Maybe Harry did some wandless magic along with his words because Draco can’t feel his heart at all now.
“But that was…ages ago, years ago!” Eight years to be precise, when they were just starting to talk properly, when Harry was still in Auror training, before he had decided to leave, both the training and England, to find out what he wanted to do with his life.
“I know. I realised I was in love with you and I, er… didn’t want to be.” His smile is a little sheepish, but Draco doesn’t blame him. Still doesn’t believe that Harry came back after deciding that what he wanted was, in fact, Draco.
“But I wanted to tell you now. That I love you. And that I’m not going to disappear again.”
Draco feels a bit like he did at the Burrow back then – home, safe, warm – and no longer lost. These past few weeks since they’d started this – this thing that doesn’t have a name yet – seemed like something fragile, something precious. A bit lopsided, Draco thinks, on his side at least. For him, it has always been Harry, always, and there were times when he hated that. But nobody has ever even come close, so Draco had made peace with hoping that perhaps Harry might catch up one day. He wouldn’t have even dared to imagine that maybe it hasn’t been so uneven after all.
Draco closes his eyes so that Harry can’t see him properly, all of him, the unedited version that’s feeling like a broom has been pulled out from under him – but in a good way. Like a freefall. He can’t help the smile that’s stubbornly pulling at his mouth though, so he lets it happen.
“You impossible prat. This couldn’t wait until breakfast?”
Harry laughs, deep and happy and knowing, because Draco can’t hide from his voice how much he’s in love too, and Harry can see all the way through him anyway.
I think what people dont realize is that Snape is a complex well-written character, who has a 3 dimensional personality, the depth of which cannot be encompassed by a singular word like ‘good' or 'asshole’ , the latter of which is mostly used by tumblr to completely disregard everything else regarding his character
First of all, Snape WAS brave, you can try to deny that, you can argue with me over that but you cannot deny the fact that he had the guts to lie to Voldemort’s face, to go behind his back.You can also not deny the fact that the man played a pivotal role in Harry’s protection and in winning the war.He was a man who knew that he wasn’t going to make it out alive, but he came to terms with that and put himself in grave danger for the sake of the greater good
Secondly, people seem to confuse 'being a caring teacher’ with ’ being a good teacher’ ,and though Snape wasnt caring or loving, he was a good teacher. He taught his students properly, prepared them for their examinations and passed on his knowledge and he was fair. People seem to quote him taking away points from gryffindor for no reason, but at no point did he unjustly did so, I mean my teachers reprimand me from answering without being called on, doesn’t mean they are assholes.Also if I remember correctly he wasn’t the one who gave his fave house just enough points at the eleventh hour to make them conveniently win the house cup.
third, no matter what you say his dislike for Remus and Sirius was justified, they put his life in danger ffs, not to mention the continuous bullying they subjected him to even before he called lily a mudblood. i donot however agree with him revealing Remus’s secret but i will discuss that further down
Fourth, please stop using his actions as a student in your arguments against him, when you oh-so-readily wave of the mauraderer’s actions because they were 'kids’. Yes Snape was a little shit, but he was a child moreover he was a child who had not only never had the best family life but he was constantly being bullied by his peers *cough*jamesandsirius*cough*, not only that but his own house alienated him because of his friendliness towards lily, he didn’t belong anywhere, he didn’t fit in and he was scared and young, he made bad decisions but if you can forgive Draco you can give him the benefit of doubt.
with that being said, I dislike the man deeply but he wasn’t inherently bad just childish. His treatment of Harry was out of petty, his hatred for Neville was a product of him not being able to deal with his own loss and wanting to be able to blame someone else, and his treatment of Lupin and Sirius was a childhood grudge held which he held onto for too long because he had nothing else to grasp to.He was jealous of what others had around him, when he himself had noone to call his own, which is why i believe he held onto Lily till the very end because she was the only one who had been familiar to him
so yes, he might have been an asshole, he was definitely a bit (a lot) pathetic but at the same time he was so much more
Can someone please tell me where the best Drarry Fanfiction is at??? I’m new to the fandom and I want to find the A1 FanFicts. Like you know how the best (in my opinion) kellic fics are the kellin under the Vic’s? Is there any really good Authors who write A1 Drarries?? And you can just like reblog with a link or send me a message :)
We’ve come to the end of another amazing round of Ron/Draco Fest! I once again want to take a moment to thank each and every one of you who made this fest possible. It’s been rough these past couple years with everything that’s been going on in the world - know that I appreciate each and every one of you more than I could ever say.
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Title:Lay Back Rating:NC-17 Summary:Seeing Ron like this, how was Draco to stop himself?
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Title: Healer-Patient Privilege Rating: PG-13 Summary: Never accept candy from Weasleys. Words to live by. Had Draco followed those wise words he wouldn’t be sitting in the waiting room of St Mungo’s, hugging a sick bucket right now. To add insult to injury, Healer Ron Weasley is on duty. Or: Draco’s friends are all terrible and he’d rather die than join in on their collective Gryffindor fascination. Honestly.
Title: Strike a Pose Rating: NC-17 Summary: Struggling financially in the midst of his costly divorce, Ron runs into a muggle woman at a pub who offers to pay him generously if he poses nude for her pornographic website. Ron accepts on the condition of anonymity, only to find out when he arrives for the shoot that the photographer is none other than Draco Malfoy, who has changed since his Hogwarts days in ways that Ron never could have expected.
Title: Study in the Key of Weasley Rating: R Summary: Draco is over 30 and pretty much over participating in the world. First enters Scorpius, a stray Jack Russell terrier who won’t leave, and then Ron Weasley, after Millicent Bulstrode screens those who respond to Draco’s handyman ad in The Prophet. Can Draco still be himself if he finds comfort in both of these unexpected companions?
Title: You’re my teddy bear Rating: PG-13 Summary: Ron comes home from work devastated. Good thing Draco is there to comfort him.
Title:A Bit of House Unity Rating:PG-13 Summary:Draco absolutely hates the fact that Ron is dating a certain Hufflepuff. He’s determined to convince the redhead that he’d be better off with someone else. Specifically… Him.
Title:Another Shot Rating:NC-17 Summary:Ron Weasley plays for the Chudley Cannons and takes part in a scantily clad charity photo shoot. What Ron didn’t know though when he agreed to take part in the event: Draco Malfoy takes the shots. And that really wouldn’t be much of a problem if it isn’t for the unfortunate fact that Ron and Draco had a one-night-stand at a wedding just a few weeks prior.
Title:Don’t fall Rating:PG-13 Summary:Also be careful about DIY curse breaking. It all starts going downhill once you turn 28, apparently.
Title:the verge of losing you Rating:PG-13 Summary:He has an hour left in his shift and Draco is finally enjoying some peace and quiet in the break room. He’s been at St. Mungos’ for eleven hours straight, hasn’t seen his husband in longer. He’s cranky, alright? He’s tired and his feet hurt deep enough that even spells don’t help. Now that he has the chance, even though he can leave in an hour, Draco is going to take it and lay down. Just his luck, however, that one of the Trainees knocks on the door and sticks her head in not even ten minutes later.
Title:An Unexpected Home Rating:PG-13 Summary:When Draco feels like his world is crumbling down, he turns to the one person he knows he can count on.
Title:revelations soft and bright Rating:NC-17 Summary:The war turned everything on its head, assigned new roles and made adults out of the impetuous youth. There is no right way to deal with that. Draco, though, Draco is doing it wrong. That’s okay—Ron is going to help him. They have all suffered enough.
Title:Well, I’ll Be Damned Rating:G Summary:You’ve got to be kidding me, Ron thought as he stared at the person behind the till, grey eyes staring back at him. He blinked once, twice, but the image didn’t change. There behind the counter was undoubtedly Draco Malfoy. TheDraco Malfoy. He would recognize that ferret anywhere. Ron frowned. He should have known. Waking up early on a day off was never a good thing.
