Requested by anon: do you think you could do a fic where draco malfoy meets a girl in a class and he really likes her but then the next week he meets a boy in the same class and really likes him and he’s really torn up between them but it turns out it is the same person but their genderfluid
bisexual!Draco x gender-fluid!reader where Draco meets them at a party as a boy and falls in love but meets them in the dining hall as a girl and falls in love and he is torn between them but it turns out to be the same gender-fluid person and it ends in some fluffy kissing maybe.
Word count: 1,868
Warnings: None.
A/N: As you may know, I am not genderfluid nor do I know any genderfluid person (like in real life), so this one was hard. I tried to investigate as much as I could but I can’t promise that it will be just right. So I’d be very thankful if you could give me some feedback about this cuz all I want is for everyone here to feel included and I want to do it right. With that being said:
Enjoy!
Bells were tolling, marking the end of the first period and thus the start of the second period. The students changed classrooms quickly, chatting as fast and loud as possible before they had to be quiet again.
Draco walked with his head down. Not wanting to talk to anyone, he tried his best to look unavailable. He had gotten into a fight with his friends; they expected things from that he just wasn’t comfortable with and so he was alone.
His second period class was Potions. His head teacher, Professor Snape, was well aware of the situation between Draco, Crabbe and Goyle and so he announced he’d be assigning the seats for the class.
Everyone but Draco complained. He knew Professor Snape did it for him and was silently thankful for that.
Professor Snape started pairing people who “had the same level and understanding in Magic”, so Draco figured he would be paired up with Hermione Granger. He was okay with the idea, he actually admired her and maybe that was his chance to let her know… Since he wasn’t hanging with his usual friends, maybe, just maybe, he could change a bit.
However, Miss Granger got paired up with a girl from Ravenclaw. Harry Potter got paired up with some girl from Hufflepuff, and the Weasley boy got paired up with the kid that makes everything explode.
Who would he be paired up with?
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” Professor Snape called, “your partner will be Draco Malfoy.”
Draco looked back at the person Professor Snape had called. It was a very nice looking girl from (Y/HH).
The girl approached shyly at first, but once she put her books on the table she started gaining confidence.
Draco couldn’t help but to be amused with how agile she was with potions. She solved problems like once blows dust from an old book, and prepared potions as if they were tea. She was skilled to say the least, but she was also nice.
Draco thought for a second that she’d hate on him. It would’ve been justified since he was usually a narcissistic brat, that one rich kid no one stands, and he genuinely didn’t talk to anyone but his friends and often to Potter and his friends (but that was just to be mean). Why was she nice?
They finished the first potion rather quickly. Not even Granger and her partner did so by the time they were done, so they had a couple minutes to chat.
“I like your hair,” Draco said. He knew how to make people like him; he just figured he’d never need such skills before.
“Thanks,” she replied with a sincere smile.
“I feel like it’s… different,” he continued, “I feel like anyone could pull it off but not really.” The girl tilted her cute face to a side, not knowing if it was a compliment or not, “do you think I could pull it off?”
She laughed and shook her head.
“You might be right, that kind of hairstyle is only for cool people.”
“You think I’m cool?” She asked.
“I think you’re different and, from where I stand, that’s the equivalent of being cool.”
She blushed slightly and thanked him with a whisper.
“I think you’re cool when you are not with your bully friends.”
“I don’t think I’ll be around them much often then,” Draco stated and they giggled. “No, but really, I think you’re very nice.”
“You’re very straightforward, Mr Malfoy.” She stepped back a little.
“Mr Malfoy is my father, and though he will hear about this,” he joked, “I actually would like it very much if you just called me Draco.”
“Okay… I’m (Y/N)” she stretched her hand and Draco shook it with his.
The instructions for the second potion were given almost right after that, and they finished it quickly between laughs and a nice chat. The third one was a bit harder, so Draco, who was absolutely focused, didn’t have the opportunity to continue talking to her.
When the bell rang once again, she was gone without a trace. Lost among hordes of talkative children.
He wanted to find her, she was nice and a good person to begin with. He could show how much of a good guy he was if given the chance and she had given it to him. But how could he find her?
The school was too big, the hallways were too loud, and though he knew her name he was too shy and proud to just go around asking everyone for her. No, he didn’t want to seem desperate.
“Are you coming?” a kid from the Slytherin quidditch team asked. Draco was sitting alone at the common room.
“Where?”
“To the Halloween party,” the kid replied as if it were obvious.
“Oh, yes, I just need to get dressed,” Draco replied. The party was the perfect place to find the girl, or at least to try and find her because he wasn’t sure she’d be there.
He got dressed all in black and went upstairs.
The stairs, the Entrance, and the Great Hall were all filled with people. Kids from all years and houses along with the teacher and Hogwarts’s ghosts chatted excitedly as traditional music played on the background.
The tables were fully served with tons of different options, from snacks to main dishes, and floating pumpkins ornamented the ceiling. It was truly a magnificent view.
Draco had always liked the castle. He thought of it as an architectural masterpiece that was wasted as a school when it might as well be a museum of magic. Of course, he was partly thankful it was that school because he could live in the castle. But nonetheless, he felt like such beauty could be used in a better way.
The minutes passed and the nice girl from Potions call was nowhere to be seen.
“You lost something?” A soft voice called.
Draco’s heart rushed as he looked behind his back, only to find a tiny boy with a red costume.
“What are you dressed up as?” Draco inquired.
The boy looked down to his outfit and shrugged. “It’s supposed to be a dragon, but I really can’t see it.”
Draco nodded and looked to the sides, in search of the girl.
“What are you dressed up as?” The boy asked him.
“A wizard,” Draco replied and the boy scoffed.
“Wow” the boy said in a sarcastic tone, “you are so cool, oh my God.”
Draco chuckled and finally focused his attention on the boy.
“I didn’t have a costume,” he explained. “And I did lose something.”
“Maybe I can help you find it.”
“I lost a girl. Her name is (Y/N),” Draco told him, “do you know her?”
“I do,” the boy said, “we’re close, actually.”
“Where is she?”
“She’s not coming,” the boy said. “So I guess you’re stuck with me now.”
Draco frowned, not entirely understanding that jump of logic. But hey, he was trying new things after all so he agreed.
The night went by rather quickly by the boy’s side. He was charming, chill, and so funny. It was no wonder to Draco that the boy and (Y/N) could be close friends, as a matter of fact, they could’ve been twins and Draco would’ve believed it. They were too similar, even physically.
“I think you’re a cool kid, Draco Malfoy,” the boy said.
“You too,” Draco replied. They were at the bridge that led to the boat house, far away from the actual party.
“You know?” The boy said, “I am quite impulsive sometimes and…” Suddenly, the boy pecked Draco’s lips.
At first, Draco was shocked. He didn’t expect a kiss from that boy but, once that first shock passed, he couldn’t help but to melt in his lips.
He felt like he was somehow cheating on the girl, but also not really. It felt right, it felt like they belonged together.
They kissed and kissed for what felt like an eternal instant and then the boy pulled away.
“I hope you liked it,” he said.
“I did,” Draco replied and tried to kiss him again but the boy stepped back.
“I hope you can learn to like me as I am,” he continued. Draco tilted his head, not entirely understanding what he meant.
The midnight bell tolled.
“Better get going,” the boy said.
“Why?” Draco asked.
“Cinderella’s spell will break.”
Draco shrugged, not understanding what he meant by that, as the boy ran back to his dorm.
A whole week passed and Draco hadn’t seen either the boy or the girl. He was confused to say the least, and quite frankly he was sad and alone again.
Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be better off without him, so he didn’t even bother in trying to make peace with them. Instead, he decided to embrace his solitude.
He would spend every afternoon hidden near the Black Lake. He’d sit under a tree and read whatever he had available, and just get lost in the calm sounds of nature.
The last day of the week, while he was dozing off to the sound of birds, he heard branches breaking. He wasn’t going to pay much attention to that. Lots of kids went out to that side of the forest to play with their friends, they couldn’t be much bother.
He closed his eyes again and got lost in the memory of those eyes, both the boy and the girl had amazing (Y/E/C) eyes, and their smile was so big and warm, and their voices were soft, and their hair… They had almost the same hairstyle.
Draco opened his eyes again, only to find those same eyes staring at him.
“Hi,” they said.
“Hi,” Draco greeted, his own eyes were wide.
“Long time no see,” they joked and Draco nodded.
“So… this is me,” they said. “I know it might be weird… I don’t know if you’re into… Or if I’m being pushy, or…”
“No,” Draco stated. “Not at all… Pushy, I mean. You’re not pushy.”
They smiled.
“So you finally understood who I am?”
Draco smiled back at them and smiled warmly.
“Do you think you can handle it?”
“I think I don’t have to handle anything because it’s not really an issue to handle,” Draco said and their smile widened so much all of their teeth were visible, and their cheeks blushed and they just radiated joy that was so contagious even Draco started blushing.
“I just wished you had told me from the beginning,” Draco mumbled after a couple minutes.
“What’s the fun in that?” They giggled.
Draco giggled too and looked down shyly. He had never felt this way before. He could never be vulnerable, or nice, or sweet with any other friend so he wasn’t sure how to proceed.
“This is the part where you kiss me,” they said, dragging Draco out of his mind.
“What?”
“This is the part where you kiss me.”
“Oh damn, you’re right.”
And so, Draco touched her face softly, and gently pulled her closer to his lips. Yes, those were the lips he had kissed before and they were probably the lips he’d be kissing for a long time after.
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pairing: draco malfoy x reader word count:2,2k request: Could you write a imagine with Draco based on the song be my mistake - the 1975? I love your writing btw! summary: to draco, you were nothing but a mistake. a/n: i ABSOLUTELY love this request and song . as i’m in a very very similar situation, this was fairly easy to write. i did get a little emotional writing this ,,, so i hope u guys enjoy :’) <3 warnings: cheating, slight smut, mention of smut
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You could stare into his eyes forever. Something about him got you mesmerized, the way his ice blue eyes would sparkle whenever he did something he enjoyed, and the way his lanky finger would play with his silver rings that fit his fingers so perfectly; he never failed to make you weak at the knees. Your fingers intertwined perfectly with his and it was almost like your hands were made to run through his blond hair. You and Draco Malfoy had known each other for years now, and you two had been fooling around for as long as you could remember. It all started off innocently, just seeing each other to enjoy each other’s company. But Draco, later on, became your first everything. Your first kiss, the one who took your virginity, and most importantly; your first love.
You and Draco never really established what your relationship was. As you two grew older, you would start seeing each other purely because of the sex and nothing else. Except, to you, it meant everything. You had fallen head over heels with the taller boy, thinking about him every night and day; wanting to spend every single second with him. But you could tell Draco didn’t feel the same way towards you. The only time you saw him, besides class, was late at night when he would ask you to meet him outside of your common room. You knew it was nothing but him wanting to have sex, but it didn’t matter to you. As long as you got to spend time with him, you were happy.
Even though you knew he wasn’t in love with you like you were with him, your heart broke when he got a girlfriend. He met her at the end of the sixth year, and you were now approaching the end of your seventh year. You expected your relationship with Draco to end when he met her, but to your surprise, it didn’t. Even after the two of them got together, he would still come knocking at your dorm room, falling asleep next to you almost every night. He said it was because she just didn’t pleasure him the way you did, and even though you knew it was wrong, you couldn’t help it.
‘’I’m just going to use the restroom,’’ You shouted to your friend, placing the glass you were holding in your hand on the table in front of you. As you were soon graduating from Hogwarts, a couple of Slytherins had decided to throw a party to celebrate. Of course, you had decided to go, bringing your friend with you, in hopes that you would see him. To your disappointment, you hadn’t seen him for the whole night. You had been there for a couple of hours now and you were slowly getting bored of the party; your only intention being to see him. You quickly stood up, feeling a little dizzy from all the drinks, making your way through the crowd.
You let out a sigh as you entered the empty room, the music slowly fading away as you got further and further away. You looked at yourself in one of the mirrors, touching up your hair using your hands. As you looked down at your bag you were now holding in your hands, searching for a brush, you heard someone enter the room. Suddenly, you felt a pair of lanky arms wrap around your waist; making you jump. ‘’Hello there,’’ Someone whispered into your ear, nuzzling their face into your shoulder. You quickly looked up at the mirror in front of you again, your whole body relaxing when you realized who it was. ‘’Hello there Draco,’’ You chuckled, your stomach immediately being filled with butterflies as you spotted his blond hair. ‘’You look absolutely stunning tonight Y/N,’’ He mumbled as he pressed a sloppy kiss against your neck, making you slightly tilt your head as you watched him in the mirror. His hands slowly made his way from your waist to your hips, stroking your body using his hands. ‘’I love this dress on you.’’ He mumbled again, pressing another sloppy kiss at the crook of your neck.
Truth was, you had only chosen that specific dress to get a reaction out of him. You smiled as a small blush spread across your cheeks, knowing your plan had worked. You could tell he was drunk, his words being slightly slurred and his hands getting closer to your breasts. His big hands slowly grabbed them, massaging them lightly as he continued to kiss down your neck. You let out a gasp as you turned around, playfully pushing him off you. ‘’Draco!’’ You let out, him stumbling back as he tried to regain his balance. ‘’I’m sorry, you just look too good,’’ He let out, throwing his hand into the air in defense. You let out a laugh as he got closer to you again, a small smile plastered on his lips. He slowly put his hands on your waist again, pulling you closer. You looked up at him as you placed your hands on his chest. ‘’What if someone sees us?’’ You whispered, his eyes scanning your body.
‘’Don’t worry,’’ He mumbled as he leaned down to press a kiss on your neck, your hands leaving his chest as you wrapped them around his neck. ‘’She’s already left.’’ The words made your heart drop, you had completely forgotten about her for a split moment. His touch made you forget the world around you, slipping into your own world. He looked up at you, his eyes glossy as he looked down at your lips. You looked up at him, pulling down using your hands. He pressed his lips against yours, you could taste the alcohol on them but you didn’t mind. You felt one of his hands traveling down your back, grabbing your ass. You let out a small moan as he smirked into the kiss. ‘’How about we leave?’’ He whispered, making you nod as he smacked your ass, making you gasp once again.
Since everyone was too busy partying, no one noticed you and Draco sneaking into his dorm. As soon as he closed the door, his lips were attached to yours once again. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss, placing one hand on your waist and using the other one to lock the door behind you. He pressed you against the door, you could feel the bulge in his pants growing as he pressed himself against you. You loved the effect you had on him, knowing no one else could do this to him; not even his own girlfriend. ‘’You really thought you could get away with wearing that, huh?’’ Draco mumbled into the kiss, making you slightly moan as one of your hands found their way to his hair, slightly pulling at it. He pulled away, inhaling as the kiss left both of you gasping for air. You looked at him for a second before smashing your lips against his once again. This time, it was rougher.
His hands pulled at the material of your dress, desperately trying to pull you closer to him. ‘’This dress needs to come off, now,’’ He grunted as he broke the kiss. His hands slowly made their way towards the back of your dress, playing with the zipper. But before he got the chance to pull the zipper down, you grabbed his hands. ‘’Draco, you’re drunk,’’ You mumbled, making him take his eyes off your body as his eyes met yours instead. ‘’C’mon Y/N, I need you so bad,’’ He groaned as his lips found their way back to your neck. You chuckled as you grabbed his cheeks, pulling him back up so he was once again facing you. ‘’As much as I want that, it’s not right,’’ You said with a small smile on your lips.
He looked down at you, furrowing his eyebrows. ‘’Why not? You know how good I could please you,’’ He continued, snatching his head away from your grip; his lips once again meeting your neck. This time, he was slightly sucking on the sensitive skin. As much as you wanted him to continue, you just couldn’t let it happen. ‘’Draco,’’ You let out in a stern voice, once again pulling him away from you. He looked down at you in confusion, licking his lips. ‘’It’s not fair. Not to her,’’ You mumbled. As soon as the words left your lips, Draco let out a groan in annoyance, taking his hands off your waist as he shook his head. ‘’How many times do I have to tell you? She won’t know!’’ He let out, making you regret your words. ‘’But it’s still not right,’’ You whispered, looking away from the taller boy; too scared to maintain eye contact. You could hear him sigh as he walked past you, making you turn around.
There was a long silence. You watched him place his hands over his eyes as he sat down on his bed, rubbing them. ‘’You love her, don’t you?’’ You blurted out. He looked up at you, confusion plastered on his face. ‘’Of course I do.’’ He answered, not taking his eyes off you. ‘’What is this then?’’ You asked, your voice starting to tremble as you spoke. He let out another sigh in annoyance, you could tell he was getting angrier. ‘’Look,’’ He muttered as he slowly stood up once again. ‘’You make me hard,’’ He chuckled as he slowly got closer to you. You watched him carefully. ‘’But she makes me weak.’’
The words stabbed you in the heart. You felt like the world came crashing down as the words left his lips, causing you to take a deep breath. You slowly shook your head, looking down at your feet. ‘’I think this was a mistake,’’ You mumbled, trying your best to hold the tears that were now burning behind your eyelids. ‘’Don’t be silly, Y/N,’’ Draco groaned, placing one of his hands on your cheek. You quickly snatched his hand away, looking back up at him. He stared at you for a moment, his expression empty; taken aback. ‘’Then be my mistake.’’ He let out after a short silence. The whole situation was so ironic, making you chuckle as you shook your head. ‘’No.’’ You said shortly, the tears threatening to fall down your cheek any second. ‘’I shouldn’t have asked you to come.’’ He muttered as he shook his head, turning around once again as he walked towards his bed. You watched him as he took his shirt off, throwing it across the room before he got into bed; pulling the sheets over his lanky body. You watched him turn around, quickly wiping your eyes dry before he could see that you were crying. ‘’Can you at least spend the night?’’
A small smile formed on your lips as you slowly walked towards the bed, sitting down. His back was facing you, your eyes scanning his body. Counting the birthmarks that were splattered all over his back, counting them just like you had done many nights before. There was always the same amount, 7, to be exact. You carefully laid down next to him, turning around you so were facing his back. You slowly wrapped your arm around his waist, trying to pull yourself closer to him. But the boy quickly wiggled out of your grip, making your arm fall down your side again. ‘’I don’t want to hug, I just want to sleep.’’ He muttered, his back still facing you.
You felt the tears well up behind your eyelids once again, shutting your eyes shut as you laid there in silence. You decided it was best not to say anything and just let him go to sleep. You knew this was the last time you would get to spend time with Draco this way, your heart aching as the thought entered your mind. A tear dropped down your cheek, doing your best to hold the sobs back. You let the tears stream down your cheeks as soon as you heard him lightly snoring in front of you, knowing he was asleep. You turned around so you were laying on your back, staring at the ceiling.
You didn’t sleep that night. The heartbreak kept you awake all night, not that it mattered anyways because you knew you had to get up early so you could leave before everyone woke up. You left early, earlier than usual that morning, not even looking Dracos way one last time as you left his dorm. You knew that if you did, you would just break down crying. But as soon as you entered the halls and couldn’t smell his fragrance anymore, you felt your heart break into a million pieces. You hurried down the halls, tears leaving your eyes as you tried your best to hold the sobs back just like you had done a couple of hours earlier.
That night was the last time Draco came looking for you late at night; both of you knew it was over. There was nothing left to say or do. The next day you watched how they walked down the halls, hand in hand, laughing. When he walked past you, not even looking your way; that was when you realized it was over. That was when you realized you were nothing but a mistake to him, and it absolutely killed you inside. The feeling of his rough lips pressed against your skin and his fingertips lingering over your bare thighs still remained, leaving you heart broken.
pairing: draco malfoy x reader word count:2,2k summary:things suddenly change when you friend, draco, meets someone new. a/n:this is the first time i post in a very long time, i’m so very sorry ! i hope this is okay and that u enjoy reading it. part two will be out very very soon <3 ! (i’m so sorry if there’s any spelling mistakes) READ PART 2 HERE
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You could see Draco perfectly from where you were sitting. His blond hair was falling over his forehead, his hands placed on the table in front of him; playing with one of his silver rings as he spoke to the person sitting next to him. You sat down across the room, along with your friends. You had been friends with Draco for quite some time now, and at this point it was getting hard for you to deny the crush you had developed on him over time. It was getting obvious, everyone seemed to notice, even your friends. Everyone buthim.
‘’What you staring at Y/N?’’ Rons sudden voice made you snap out of your thoughts, quickly looking his way. You felt a small blush creep upon you cheeks as Hermione shook her head in disapproval. ‘’What do you think, Ronald?’’ She let out in annoyance, looking up from the book she was holding in her hands. ‘’She’s obviously staring at Malfoy.’’ She continued, making you slap her arm lightly. ‘’I wasn’t staring!’’ You let out, a desperate try to defend yourself. ‘’Whatever you say.’’ She said under her breath, rolling her eyes. ‘’You know,’’ Ron let out, his mouth stuffed with food. ‘’I just can’t understand how you’re friend with someone like him.’’ He said, looking Dracos way as he picked his plate using his fork.
To be honest, you didn’t even know why you had fallen for the blond boy. Draco was known for his horrible ways, always picking on everyone, even you. But things changed as you got to know him, when you got to see the other side of him; the side people barely ever saw. He was actually quite a gentleman to the people he knew, he would always help you with your homework or invite you to hang out. Sure, he still had his moments where he could be really horrible, but as time passed that side slowly went away whenever he was around you. ‘’I don’t understand either,’’ Harry let out. ‘’You’ve seen yourself the way he acts.’’ You let out a small chuckle as your eyes found their way back to Draco. ‘’I wish I had an answer to your question Ron, but sadly I don’t.’’ You answered, making Ron scoff as he continued to eat his food. ‘’Enough about Draco,’’ Hermione said as she shut her book close, placing it on the table in front of her. ‘’Who are you planning on taking to the Yule Ball, boys?’’
The Yule Ball was coming up. Everyone was excited about it, especially Ron and Harry, their only chance to interact with a girl. You on the other hand, weren’t too excited. Some boys had already aksed you to the ball, which you had politely declined; in hopes that Draco would ask you. You knew it wasn’t going to happen, but you couldn’t help yourself from hoping that he would surprise you and ask you. ‘’Harry’s definietly taking Cho.’’ Ron said, a small smirk forming on his face. ‘’I haven’t even asked her yet!’’ Harry let out, looking around to make sure no one had heard his friend. You let out a small laugh as your eyes found their way back to Draco once again. He was now busy eating the food that was on the plate in front of him, making small conversation with the people around him.
That was when she sat down next to him. Pansy Parkinson. You knew Draco and the girl had always been friends, you had seen the two of them together before you became friends with Draco. But recently, you noticed that something changed between the two of them. They suddenly seemed very close, constantly hanging around each other. But most importanly, you noticed how Draco would change whenever he was around her. As soon as she entered the room, a smile would form on his lips as he always greeted her with a big hug. He would always act friendly around you, but never the way he acted around her. The smile on your lips slowly faded as he greeted the dark haired girl with a hug, like he always did. Suddenly, he placed his hand on her thigh. He probably thought no one noticed, but from where you were sitting you could see his hand under the table. Your heart dropped as you quickly looked away, not daring to continue looking. ‘’Y/N? Has anyone asked you yet?’’ Hermione asked you, making you look down at your lap. ‘’No,’’ You lied, playing with your fingers. ‘’Really?’’ Ron let out, sounding surprised. ‘’I wouldn’t worry about it too much, I’m sure someone is going to ask you soon.’’ Hermione gave you a comforting smile as you gave her a small smile back. You let out a small hum, picking up your fork.
After that, things changed. You hadn’t spoken to Draco in what felt like days, and it was driving you crazy. Sure, you had feeligns for him and it broke your heart not seeing him, but you were also afraid that you were losing him as your friend. It was unusal for Draco not to speak to you at least once a day, you two had a couple of classes together after all. But lately you hadn’t even seen him in class, your eyes searching for him in every class; looking for his bright blue eyes. To your disappointment, you never spotted him. ‘’Maybe Cedric will take you to the ball,’’ Ron said as you sat down on the cold grass next to him. ‘’Cedric?’’ You asked, confusion lingering in your voice. After you had told them no one had asked you to the ball a few days back, Ron hadn’t stopped talking about it. ‘’Diggory,’’ He continued, looking the opposite direction. Your eyes followed his, spotting the Hufflepuff sitting a few feet away. You let out a laugh as you shook your head. ‘’What makes you think that?’’ You asked, Hermione sitting down next to you. Ron shrugged as he looked back at you. ‘’Just giving you some options.’’
It was a cold day out. You had came outside with Ron and Hermione between one of your classes to take some fresh air, the cold air immediatly hitting your warm face as you stepped outside. You wrapped your coat around your body tighter, a desperete try to warm yourself up as you felt your whole body shiver. You looked around, studying the other students. It seemed like you weren’t the only one who had came out here as the whole courtyard was filled with students. That’s when you spotted him. You eyes immediatly became bigger as you quickly stood up. ‘’I’ll catch up with you guys later,’’ You mumbled, making your friends look at you in confusion. They quickly spotted the blond boy, making Hermione sigh. ‘’Off she goes.’’ She shook her head as she watched you walk off in a hurry.
‘’Draco!’’ You called out, getting closer and closer to him. He quickly turned around, his face slowly turning into a small smile has he spotted you. ‘’There you are,’’ You smiled as you wrapped your arms around the taller boy. He lightly hugged you back, quickly letting his arms fall to his sides. Your smile faded away and was replaced by a frown. You let go of the boy and looked up at him. ‘’Where have you been?’’ You asked, raising your eyebrows. ‘’What do you mean?’’ He asked, placing his hands in his pockets. ‘’I just haven’t seen you in ages,’’ You continued, not taking your eyes off him. He looked around, trying his best to avoid eye contact. ‘’I’ve just been busy.’’ He let out, still avoiding eye contact. ‘’With what exactly?’’ You asked once again, feeling your heart drop as you spoke. He let out a sigh in annoyance before grabbing your arm, walking off with you behind him.
You stumbled after him, confusion plastered all over your face. ‘’Where are we going?’’ You asked as you entered the school once again. The hallways were almost empty, everyone either waiting for the class to begin or hanging out with their friends outside. ‘’We need to talk.’’ He mumbled as he continued walking down the halls. He suddenly stopped walking, letting go off your arm; his cold hand leaving your skin. He turned around so he was facing you once again with a frown on his face. You looked at him, waiting for him to say something. His cheeks were red from the cold, his blue eyes brighter than ever. ‘’You know I’m with Pansy now, right?’’
The words made you feel sick. For a moment, you had no clue what to say. You opened your mouth to speak, but not a single word came out. ‘’Oh,’’ You let out after a short silence, him not taking his eyes of you. You could hear the hurt in your own voice, letting out a cough in order to try cover it up. ‘’Oh!’’ You let out again, this time trying your best to sound as happy as you possibly could. ‘’I’m so glad for you two, I mean, I can see the way she looks at you,’’ You said, forcing a smile; trying to convince him you were telling the truth. ‘’But,’’ you continued, the smile slowly fading. ‘’Is that what you wanted to talk about?’’ You asked. Draco let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair, looking away from your gaze. ‘’That’s why you haven’t seen me around, Y/N.’’ He muttered. You raised your eyebrows, failing to understand what he meant. ‘’Well, I understand if you want to hang around her and stuff, it’s just that I haven’t even seen you in class,’’ You continued, doubt filling your voice. ‘’You don’t understand,’’ He let out in annoyance, interrupting you. ‘’She doesn’t want me to hang around you anymore.’’
It took you a while to procress the words that had just left his mouth. You just couldn’t seem to understand what he meant by his words, leaving you confused. ‘’What?’’ You asked, meeting his gaze. ‘’And if that’s what she wants, that’s what I’m going to do,’’ He continued, not taking his eyes of you. You stared at him for a moment, trying to find the right words. You could tell he was trying to read your face, trying to understand what you were feeling. ‘’Have you been avoiding me?’’ Your voice was low, you could barely hear yourself speak. ‘’I’m sorry Y/N.’’ He mumbled under his breath, almost like he didn’t want you to hear him apologize. You felt the tears starting to well up behind your eyelids.
All this time, he was avoiding you. He wasn’t just missing classes because he was ill or something like that, he had been missing them because you were there. You held back your tears, looking down at the ground as you didn’t want him to see how his words affected you. ‘’So you mean we can’t even be friends?’’ You let out, your voice almost cracking. ‘’I’m afraid we can’t,’’ He spoke. ‘’But we were barely ever friends anyways, so it shouldn’t really matter.’’ He continued. The words made you chuckle, your heart breaking. His voice was so monotone, not a single emotion lingered in his voice. He didn’t even seem upset. ‘’I see,’’ You whispered, still looking down at your shoes. ‘’I’m sorry again, Y/N,’’ He said, fixing his tie as he spoke. ‘’I’ll see you around.’’ And with that being said, he left. He left you standing there, feeling empty. You could hear his shoes hitting the stone floor as he walked off, a tear finally escaping your eye as he could no longer see you. You looked up, watching his figure slowly disapearing as he walked further and further away. Another tear hit your cheek as you closed your eyes. ‘’I should’ve listened to my friends, huh?’’ You whispered to yourself, letting out a small chuckle at the irony of it all.
All along, you had denyed all the horrible things people had said about him; when in reality, it was all true. You sat down against the wall, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. Maybe he was right, you two were barely even friends. But you couldn’t help but think about the way he had acted around you. He would always act so different around you, throwing his arm around your shoulders or helping you out with the smallest of things. When you had accidently gotten hurt, he was the first to visit you in the hospital wing, even before any of your close friends. You could’ve sworn there was something there, but now, it all just seemed ridiclous. Maybe you just made it all up in your head, maybe you just wanted him to like you back so badly that you started to see things that wasn’t even there. But it didn’t matter, he had broken your heart, badly, without even knowing.
pairing: draco malfoy x reader word count: 1,1k summary: when draco catches harry potter flirting with you, he doesn’t take it too well. a/n: this is kind of a full version of this headcanon , it’s definitely not the best and i could’ve done a way better job but i kinda just wrote this so i could get rid of my writers block and i feel like i have other imagines waiting for me that i should prioritize right now . i hope u guys enjoy this small angsty, kind of smutty (?? not really) imagine tho !! <3 warnings: kind of smutty, might be some writing errors
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There was no one Draco Malfoy despised more than Harry Potter himself, and he wasn’t exactly keeping it a secret. Draco had been at Harry’s neck ever since the first day he saw the boy, there was something about him Draco just couldn’t stand. Everyone knew that it was purely because Harry had everything Draco had ever wanted, but Draco would never admit that. So instead his hate for Potter just grew more and more for each day that passed.
And there was no one Draco loved more than you, his girlfriend. Or he didn’t know if you actually were his girlfriend yet, but he surely knew he loved you and had for a long time. You started seeing Draco at the start of the sixth year, even though you had known him since your first year at Hogwarts. He never thought much of you, he never really said anything to you or even paid much attention to you. Until he got paired up with you in one of your classes, leading to him falling head over heels for you; wanting to be with you every second of the day. Draco wasn’t sure if you two were a couple yet, as you two did all the things couples would do; sleep together at night, cuddle and most importantly, have sex.
The blond boy walked into the great hall, ready to eat breakfast as his eyes searched the room for you. He spotted you sitting at your usual spot, waiting for him, just like you had done every morning. A small smile spread across Draco’s lips as he saw you talking to someone, being too busy with staring at your lips moving as you spoke to even look who you were talking to. But as he got closer, he quickly realized who it was. ‘’Potter,’’ The words left his lips, the small smile disappearing completely as he furrowed his eyebrows.
This was the last thing Draco wanted to see. He had never seen Harry speak to you before, so why was he talking to you all of a sudden? ‘’So you’re in the same charms class as me, right?’’ Harry asked with a smile on his lips as you nodded. ‘’Right!’’ You answered, smiling back at him. Harry had approached you just a couple of minutes earlier, asking if he could sit down for a minute. You had no problem with him whatsoever, so of course, you let him sit down next to you. ‘’I thought I’d seen you before,’’ He continued. ‘’It’s kind of hard to miss you, if you know what I mean.’’ His ears turned red as he spoke, clearly embarrassed. You had heard the rumors going around school, that Harry Potter wasn’t the best with girls; and at this point, you couldn’t help but laugh. ‘’I’m just going to assume that’s a compliment,’’ You laughed as the brown-haired boy next to you rubbed his neck. ‘’Oh, yeah, it was! It really was,’’ He stuttered, still embarrassed. ‘’I didn’t come over here to make a fool of myself though,’’ He chuckled, avoiding eye contact.
‘’Don’t be silly! Thank you for complimenting me.’’ You gave him a warm smile, letting him know it was okay. A small smile spread on Harry’s lips as he looked up at you, opening his mouth to speak. But before a word could leave his mouth, his smile dropped. You furrowed your eyebrows as his gaze turned to something behind you, his eyes big. ‘’Well,’’ A familiar voice said behind you, causing you to turn around to identify who the voice was coming from. ‘’I see you’ve taken a liking to my girl, Potter?’’ Draco spat, placing one of his large hands on your shoulder. ‘’Draco,’’ You let out, the words my girl surprising you. You could tell the words had surprised Harry just as much, as he couldn’t form another sentence. Harry would usually be rather quick when it came to talking back to Draco, but this time he was left completely quiet. ‘’Can I have a word with you, Y/N?’’ Draco asked, still looking at Harry who was still sitting next to you. You quickly nodded as you stood him, immediately being pulled away by the blond boy.
As you reached the empty Slytherin common room, all the other students eating breakfast which left you two alone, Draco pulled you in by the waist. ‘’So,’’ He muttered, breathing down your neck. ‘’Do I really have to show you who you belong to?’’ He whispered, pressing a kiss onto your neck, making your whole body shiver. ‘’You called my your girl,’’ You whimpered as he softly pressed another kiss onto your sensitive skin. Draco let out a small hum as he continued to press small kisses down your neck. ‘’Are you jealous?’’ You let out, causing Draco to freeze. You stood there, completely frozen as you were scared of what his next move would be. Instead, he just continued kissing down your neck, now slightly sucking on the sensitive skin. ‘’I just think Potter needs to learn how to stay in his place.’’ He mumbled against your skin, causing you to let out a small moan as you wrapped your arms around his neck; pulling you closer to him. He kissed up your jawline, his lips eventually meeting yours.
The kiss was rough. Your lips moved together perfectly as he just pulled you closer to him, his hands finding their way under your shirt as he grabbed onto your cold skin. Your hands found their way towards his blond hair, tugging at it; causing Draco to let out a small grunt as he kissed you even harder. At this point, you could feel his hard-on rub against the material of your clothes, making you wetter and wetter.
He grabbed your throat as he pulled away, making you groan as you never wanted him to pull away. ‘’How about,’’ He mumbled, looking down your body; admiring your figure. ‘’You show me who you belong to?’’ He said, looking back up at you. His eyes were filled with lust, making you weak at your knees as you wanted nothing more than for him to touch you. ‘’How do I do that?’’ You asked, causing a chuckle to leave Draco’s lips. ‘’Get down on those pretty knees for me love.’’ The very same moment the words left his lips, you dropped to your knees. You looked up at him, a smirk forming on his face as he stroked your hair. ‘’You’re such a good girl, my good girl.’’
Summary: When Draco Malfoy starts replying to your heart filled words with snarky comments, you somehow end up tearing the whole room apart while white feathers flutter around in your faces.
Note: based on the song ‘Sometimes by Ariana Grande’ I RECOMMEND YOU LISTEN TO IT WHILE READING :)
“Lets be honest, this is so unusual,” i muttered as I sat between Draco’s legs, his hands weaving through my hair as I slumped deeper against his hard core. “What’s so unusual?” He questioned his fingers now playfully braiding my hair. Pausing for a quick second, i shuffle under him, flipping myself over as I sit opposite him, legs crossed while I gaze straight into his magnetic, alluring eyes.
“I mean- never in a thousand years did I ever think that allmy emotions would be all ‘cause of you,” I elaborated as a small smile curved from the corner of his lips cheekily. “Well your not wrong,”.
What was that supposed to mean?. “I mean there’s so many other clever, smart and beautiful girls out there and well- here I am sat with you,” his voice dripping with what seemed like Sarcasm but at the same time it sounded like he was taunting me. Grabbing at the pillow beside me, I wrapped my arms around it, slightly huffing under my breathe.
“I’m not tempted, even if their beautiful,” I blurted almost quick enough to cut him off from his sentence. I started to sound like I was filled with jealousy but apart of me felt like he was just messing with my head or purposely trying to get on my nerves. “No honestly Draco- I’ve never thought of letting go- I don’t know where I would be without you,” my voice more serious as my hand immediately flew to his wrist, my breathing hitching as I confessed something that had been eating me alive. I’d never seen a future with someone than this immensely gorgeous and loyal, platinum blonde haired boy and I don’t think I’d ever have wanted too either.
“You’d probably end up being very lonely,” he spluttered, making my heart twist as my body started to tense up. He was either being really straightforward or he was just being snarky. Classic Draco Malfoy. Pursing my lips into a fine line, my hand slowly withdrew from him, climbing out of his already made bed, avoiding any sort of eye contact. Desperately clutching onto his soft pillow, my eyes started to well up, my gaze now fixed on the shiny floor beneath me.
Rapidly blinking away my tears, I could hear Him breaking out into a giggle which soon
Distorted into a hysterical sort of laugh, his body falling backwards into a pile of pillows as he seemed to have kicked back and tried to relax. Another trailing whisper of his faint giggle escaped his lips while his eyes wrinkled up and a wide grin plastered his mouth.
A feeling of anger washed over me as i hurled my pillow directly into Malfoy’s direction, a look of frustration smothering my face as his grin drooped. “Are you taking the mickey Malfoy?” I spat as a tear drop slides down my cheek. Springing from the mattress of his bed almost instantly, he made his way around to me, clasping his hands around my body as he pulled me into his chest. “Y/n you know I was only kidding right? I didn’t mean any of that stuff that I said,” he explained, his words becoming muffled as he planted soft kisses onto the top of my head.
Grabbing at my hands, he pulled me down, making me sit on the soft sheets of his bed as his finger lifted my chin up so that I could look straight into his apologetic eyes. “Neither did I ever think that all of my emotions would be because of you.. and no.. your the only girl in Hogwarts who has both the beauty and the brains. I don’t think I’d ever seen a future with someone other than you,” he confessed as he wiped at my tears, a small smile tugging at my lips.
“Your such a baby,” he mumbled, his mouth breaking out into a smile as I narrowed my eyes. “In what way do you mean that?” I asked eagerly, a grin showing up at the surface of my mouth as his gaze fixated on my iridescent features. Ever so sneakily, my fingers slithered towards the pillow that I previously threw at him, fingertips barely away from it. Fisting at the pillow, I brought it up between the two of us as I playfully smacked him across the head.
“Aw! What was that for?” He mentioned as he pouted like a lost puppy. “Payback,” I giggled as one of his brows lifted and his head cocked to the side. “Oh your on!”
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Pillow fights normally end up with a shit ton of pearly, white feathers flying across the room while the bed was was rearranged in a messy manner, bed sheets hanging onto the mattress for dear life as we fell back onto the bed, our heads softly hitting the material while laughters of pure bliss escaped our throats, our hands intertwining as we looked at the ceiling above, panting breathlessly as we laid against one another just like two peas in a pod. “You know I’ve never thought of leaving you,” he whispered when his breathing returned back to normal. “Not even sometimes,”
Disclaimer:This blog is strictly 18+, minors please do not interact as that is not something I am comfortable with. Please put your age in your bio. Thank you!
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female reader
Summary:A love which you thought would last.
Warning:Angst.
Side note: Inspired by pretty when you cry. I may write a part 2. Happy reading!
An indescribable sort of happy emotion had bloomed in your heart at his words.
Arms made their way around you, pulling you into the familiar warmth you felt with Draco.
A flutter of little kisses was laid upon your neck – your eyes remained on the stars above.
The view of them from the astronomy tower was beautiful but being able to see them with Draco made it even better.
“I yearn for the day we’re able to be away from here.”
“Why’s that my love?” He rested his head in the curve of your shoulder.
“So, I can finally express my love for you in front of all those who are against us.”
He stiffened at your words, hands almost falling loosely on your form.
A silence so loud encompassed you both.
“Our love would never be accepted.”
It was hard, living in a world where the love between a half blood and pure blood wasn’t accepted.
“It wouldn’t matter to me…” You turn to face him, with his hands settled on your waist, “As long as I’m with you, nothing else will matter.”
His eyes were down cast and not meeting yours.
“Am I the girl that you dream of?” You ask caressing his face.
“Of course, you are.” He smiled down at you.
“All those little times you say that I’m your girl. You make me feel like your whole world.” You lay a kiss on his cheek.
The way he made you feel was surreal.
Even though you couldn’t be with each other in the eyes of everyone else. When it just the two of you the world seemed to come to a stop and all else ceased to matter.
“I’ll wait for you, always.” You promised and closed your eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.
Draco had previously become very distant with you. He had withdrawn into himself, and you had a feeling it had something to do with his father. It was a letter from a particular someone that had you cherishing every remaining moment you could with Draco as you didn’t know how much time you had with him.
Hiding this from him was the hardest thing you’d have to face.
Back to present:
You were walking back from your last class with your books pressed to your chest, making your way to the library to finish your homework.
“Hey y/n.” Pansy’s voice squeaked from the corner of the hallway you were about to enter.
“Yes?” You ask confused as she had only ever communicated with you about schoolwork.
She was leaned against the wall as your stopped in front of her, your eyes briefly me Draco’s as he was stood not too far away with the rest of his clique behind.
“Stay away from Draco.” She sneered towering over you.
“Excuse me?”
“I found the letters you wrote him. You seem a bit desperate for his attention.” Pansy turned towards Draco as he walked to her side with familiar envelopes in his hand.
“I have to say y/n, I thought ignoring them would’ve been the best choice, but you didn’t seem to stop after the first 10. Lucky, I kept them all.” He smirked and threw them towards you.
Thankfully you managed to catch them while balancing your textbooks. When you had a closer look at them, they were indeed letters from you, however these were letters you and Draco had exchanged between one another.
It was way you and him communicated with one another when you couldn’t meet at night.
You gazed back at him, tears gathering in your eyes.
His smirk seemed to weaken a bit before Pansy nudged him, she raised a brow at him.
He reached into the pocket of his robe and drew out his wand, it was pointed towards you.
“Aguamenti.”
You were drenched in water, textbooks soaked in minutes and the letters now almost soggy in your hand.
Pansy laugh could be heard echoing in the hallway, but that didn’t deter you from holding Draco’s gaze.
He seemed stunned for a moment before he put his wand back in his robe and then avoided eye contact with you.
“What’s going on here?” Harry’s voice boomed as he pushed through the small crowd of people surrounding the situation.
“Potter to the rescue.” Draco said in anger.
Harry looked at you up and down, noticing how your arms were now hugging your form as a way to protect yourself from the eyes of everyone.
The smirk on Pansy’s face and snickers coming from the rest of Draco’s clique explained the situation to Harry.
He glared at Draco as he took off his robe to put it around you, his pulled you into his side and he walked past Draco and bumped into his shoulder.
“I’ll get Hermione, okay? Just sit here for a moment.” Harry said before walking away.
Harry had been polite enough to bring you up to your dorm where he left you sitting on your bed.
When you were sure he was gone you allowed the tears to fall.
Draco had never acted like that before. He usually ignored your entire existence in front of everyone, as you did him. It was an agreement you both had made when your relationship had first started – which was nearly 3 years ago now.
“Oh y/n.” Hermione said sadly as she walked into the room.
“Harry told me what happened.” She said sitting next to you.
She comfortingly rubbed your back as your cried into her shoulder.
“I didn’t do anything.” You sobbed.
Hermione listened as your explained how the incident started.
“He’s going to regret what he did y/n. He doesn’t deserve you, and this isn’t anything he can be easily forgiven for.”
Hermione had known about your relationship with Draco. At first it was hard for her to comprehend as this was the boy who tormented her from the age of 11, but once she saw how effortlessly happy you were, she supported you.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She said waking up and opening the trunk in front of your bed to get some dry clothes for you.
You nodded and took the clothes from her and made your way to the girls bathroom.
While showering you couldn’t help but replay the incident in your mind. The way Draco looked at you wasn’t the way your Draco looked at you.
You chose to spend the rest of your evening in your dorm, telling Hermione you wanted to skip dinner due to being tired from the long week.
“I’ll bring you something to eat when we’re all done. I don’t want you going to bed on an empty stomach.” She said leaving no place for argument.
Draco’s eyes never left the entrance of the great hall. Each time someone entered, his eyes would wait to see if it was you.
“Aren’t you glad we got rid of your little stalker?” Pansy said gaining his attention.
He robotically nodded and looked down his plate.
Pansy was in his dorm earlier that day, rummaging through Draco’s things trying to find a reason as the why he was so distant with her and the rest of his ‘friends’. That’s when she came across the letters you had owled to him.
That’s when she came to him and curiously asked about it, disregarding the fact that she went through his things to find it.
Following her confrontation to him was the incident in which he used the Aguamenti charm on you – which he seemed to regret the moment he saw the tears in your eyes.
It was the first time he had made your cry.
“Draco, are you even listening?” Pansy asked from across him.
He nodded slowly before returning his eyes to the entrance, he saw Hermione walk into the great hall without you which was odd as you had always been at her side during any mealtime.
The rest of the time at the great hall was spent with his mind trying to come up with ways to contact you. He was aware at the fact that Hermione knew about you and him – but right now the last thing he wanted to do was ask her how you were knowing he would get an earful of scolding.
The rest of the castle was dark and asleep as you tiptoed your way to your place of comfort.
The astronomy tower.
You were sure Draco wouldn’t be there as he had a Quidditch match the next day.
Peaking at the top of the tower from a few stairs below, you made sure he wasn’t there before going forward.
It was a still a peaceful night, the sky clear of any cloud allowing the stars to shine.
You sat down at the edge, letting your legs dangle.
You leaned your hands against the railing and closed your eyes, enjoying the cool breeze.
The soft approaching footsteps caught your attention.
You panicked thinking it maybe filch. Quickly waking up from your spot, you moved toward a dim lit corner and stood still and out of sight.
When you saw a pair of grey eyes looking at you, you stepped out of your place of hiding, but still stayed a safe distance away from him.
“I thought I might find you here.” He said taking a step forward.
You took a step back instinctively.
Hurt flashed across his eyes, but he quickly diverted his gaze away and up to the stars.
“I’m sorry for what I did.” He said with a pained voice, still not meeting your eyes.
You remained silent.
“Pansy found your letters in my room, and I couldn’t think of any other excuse.”
“That still doesn’t excuse your actions Draco.” Your tone broke when you said his name, causing him to look at you and finally notice the tears.
Without thinking, he walked forward and enveloped you in his arms.
“Don’t cry love, please.” Seeing tears in your eyes and knowing he caused them pained him.
His thumb comfortingly caressed your cheek as you gazed up at him.
“What’re you doing you here Draco?” You ask, composing yourself.
“I didn’t see you for dinner.”
“I lost my appetite when water was dumped on me.”
You wriggled out of his grip and put a good distance between the two of you. You walk to the railing and rest of your hands on them. You knew the moment had come for you to make the final decision, and even though it hurt you the most, you knew Draco would be better of.
“I can’t do this anymore; I can’t continue to ignore it.” You said softly, but Draco was able to hear it.
He felt all blood drain from his face.
“What do you mean y/n?” He asked in a shaky tone.
“I barely recognize who you are anymore Draco. I’m losing myself by staying in the shadows with my love for you.”
“I’m still me y/n, I’m right here.” He said taking his hands in yours desperately.
“MyDraco is not here, he wouldn’t have done-“ You got choked up on your words.
“I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to. I promise.”
A sad chuckle leaves your lips as you break from his hold and yet again put distance between the two of you.
He looks to you, holding eye contact. Desperate for you to see how this is affecting him, how he craves to have you in his arms.
“Y/n, please.”
You shake your head, feeling the endless tears flow down your cheeks.
“Don’t you remember all those special times I spent with you, my love?” He asked smiling at the memories.
“I’ll never forget them.” You smile sadly.
“You don’t have to.”
“It’s for the best Draco. We come from two different worlds, you yourself were so hesitant with this relationship from the start. Sometimes you still are.”
“No, I love you. I know that I love you. There’s nothing in this life for me if you’re not there y/n.” He pleads brokenly.
“You’re capable of so much in this life my love. Our love will forever be special to me, I would take you as my lover in every life if I could.”
He walks towards you and gets on his knees, hands wrapped around your waist.
He’s sobbing into your stomach.
In that moment, you knew you would never be able to love someone else the way you did Draco. He ruined the concept of love for you – and you wouldn’t change a thing about it.
You knew this would be your last moment in his arms.
“Draco, look at me.” You said more strongly this time.
He gazed up at you.
“I love you, with all that I am – but we cannot continue like this.” You lowered yourself to his level.
He could tell that you had made your mind up, the woman he loved was here in front of him saying they couldn’t be together.
Gathering himself, he brought your face towards his own and allowed your lips to meet for one last time.
It was a slow, painful and passion filled kiss.
“I love you.” He whispered not opening his eyes.
Not being able to see him like this any further, you got up from the floor and was practically running down the stairs of the astronomy tower.
Disclaimer:The content which is displayed below holds themes that are considered mature, minors are not to interact, thank you
Pairing:Draco Malfoy x female reader
Summary: Catching Draco in the position you did was the most unexpected thing you could think of. Things escalate as the tension thickens. From there, the last month of your project brings a craved love for the both of you.
Warning:Angst – not really, but just in case, fluff – soft!draco things, smut – p in v (minors dni).
Side note: The last part of my first mini-series for the harry potter fandom. I really enjoyed writing this, even though I took forever!!
“You can uncover your eyes.” Draco said not meeting your eyes as you lowered your hand.
“I’m so sorry that I barged in like that.” You said embarrassed.
“No, its not your fault. I should’ve kept track of time” He stepped forward to pass by you in order to retrieve his clothes.
His bare chest brushed by you as he passed, and you could feel the body heat emanating from him.
“I’ll be in the kitchen while you change.” You said and stepped out of the room.
The tension between you two seemed to intensify as your eyes met his when he nodded in response.
Once you were in the kitchen, your mind wouldn’t stop drifting away from the look of pleasure on Draco’s face, and the fact that he was moaning your name amplified it further.
There was an odd feeling of superiority in you knowing that he had thoughts of you while being bare and in euphoria.
The opening of Draco’s room door caught your attention and he stepped out fully clothed this time. It was utter silence between you two, for the reason that you both didn’t know what to say.
“Shall we get started?” He broke the silence.
“Yes, for sure. Of course.” You stumbled over your words.
You did quick work of taking out the progress of your project and beginning from where you left.
Although you two tried to ignore the tension the entire time, it was no lie that Draco had you squirming in your seat when he would lean over you to read what you had written or when he would put his hand on your shoulder to get a better look.
It brought back a particular night you spent alone in your dorm when your best friend was out. Draco had been on your mind, and you were feeling quite aroused that day.
Trailing your hands between your legs you imagined those greyish silver eyes looking down at you-
“Are you alright?” He finally asked when you didn’t seem to be paying attention.
“Uhm, yeah I’m okay.” You replied while your face heated up.
You gazed down to recollect your thoughts when you saw the bulge in Draco’s pants.
When Draco saw that your attention was elsewhere, he looked to the direction of your eyes and smirked.
“You seem a little distracted there y/n.” He stated with a small smirk.
Draco saying your name brought you out of your thoughts once again.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me today.”
“I’ve got an idea what it maybe.” Draco mumbled for you to not hear.
“We can take a break if you want to.” He said leaning back in the chair next to you.
“Do you want me to leave?” You asked without thinking.
“Leave? Why?”
“Well, earlier I interrupted you and I’m sure it’s not comfortable having to get to work right after not finishing what you were doing.”
Draco found this to be amusing, clearly because you were aroused and affected by what happened, but also at the fact that you were always a nervous wreck around him.
“Don’t you want to finish what you were doing?” You said unsure if you worded it correctly.
“Finish what exactly?”
“Pleasuring yourself.” You said biting you lip and glancing down.
Draco didn’t know how to reply to what you said.
“Have you ever done that? Pleasure yourself?” He asked curiously.
Not knowing what made you do it, but you nodded to him in response.
“How often do you do it?” He asked crossing his arms and running his eyes up and down your body.
His mind began to put together images of you in bed, with your hand between your legs and head thrown back in pleasure.
“Just when things get too overwhelming for me.” You admit.
To be completely honest, you never had much time to pleasure yourself when you shared a dorm room with your best friend. Only when life had gotten to the point of you feeling overwhelmed did you try to find opportunities to escape the realities of life.
“So, pleasuring yourself is like an escape for you?”
You couldn’t believe that you were having this conversation with Draco Malfoy, it seems to be true in saying to expect the unexpected.
“I guess you could put it like that.” You say with a small chuckle.
“What do you think about?” He moved his body in such a way that he was now fully facing you.
“Things I can only imagine doing.”
Draco’s breath hitches as you say those words.
“How about you? What do you think about?” A sudden boost in confidence comes to you.
He laughed at your question, but when he spoke, his voice had become much deeper than before, “Don’t act like you didn’t hear your name leave my lips.”
The space between you two seemed to be too far at the moment, and in a haste, you two moved towards one another and allowed your lips to meet in the middle.
His hands made its way on your waist and hoisted you up and on his lap so that you were straddling him.
Your hands went around your neck and into his hair as you two fought in the heat of the kiss.
A moan escaped your lips at the feeling of Draco’s cool hands on your back underneath your shirt.
“Take it off.” You said against his lips.
“Are you sure?” He asked pulling away from your lips.
“Yes.”
When you managed to take off your shirt, Draco looked to your breasts with desire filled eyes.
“Fuck.” He mumbled and started laying kisses from your neck to your breasts.
You sighed at the feeling; Draco’s kisses made goosebumps rise on your skin.
“Feeling cold?” He smiled when he looked to you, when you nodded, he made the choice of standing up and wrapping your legs around his lap. He made his way to his room, where it was much warmer.
He laid you down on the bed and made his way to between your legs.
“Before we go any further, I just want to clarify that before any of this I genuinely felt something very strong for you from when we were in Hogwarts. I don’t want you to think that I’m doing this just because we’re working on a project together.”
He had to make it known to you, after years of silently pining after you, he didn’t want to ruin the moment he’d been craving for the longest time.
“Are you serious? You’re such a twat. Throughout being in Hogwarts I thought you loathed me… Godrick, you’re so lucky that all I want to do is kiss you right now.” You say before leaning on your elbows and kissing him.
Draco smiled against your lips and wasted no time in removing his clothes while you did the same with yours.
When you were both bare and exposed to one another, your eyes trailed down his body and to his length which seemed to be fully aroused.
“You’re already so wet for me.” He growled as his hands went down your body and between your legs.
“Only for you.” You said and moved your hips in accordance with his hand.
“That feel good for you? You like how my fingers are rubbing your clit.”
His dirty words made you even wetter if it’s possible. Your hands were clenching the pillow beneath your head since Draco was sat up between your legs, moving his cock in his hand.
“Play with your tits for me.” He demanded as he picked up in the pace he was rubbing your clit, abiding by what he said, you felt yourself one step closer to pleasure.
“What’re you thinking about y/n? Tell me baby.” Draco noticed the glazed over look in your eye and knew your mind was miles away.
“You fucking me, deep, hard and fast.”
Draco felt himself losing the little bit of control that he had been holding back on.
“Is that what you want?” He asked looking at you with furrowed brows as he felt his cock becoming sensitive.
You nodded your head in response, but this wasn’t enough for Draco. He had to hear the words.
“No, you have to tell me.” He stopped rubbing your clit with his fingers and instead took his cock and ran the tip up and down the lips of your wet pussy. Occasionally making contact with your clit.
“I want you to be the first to fuck me.”
Your words shocked him. Be the first?
He momentarily stopped and looked down at you, “Y/n, have you never…” He let the question linger in the air.
“No.” You whispered, scared at what his reaction would be.
“And you want me to be the first?” He asked gaping at you.
“Yes.”
Draco felt something within him snap and he leaned forward to claim your lips, once again moving his hip to rub his cock along the lips of your pussy.
“You sure that’s what you want? Me to be the first to fuck you? To make you feel good, huh? I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.” He said hooking his hand around your neck and whispering the words in your ear.
“Yes please, I’ve wanted you for so long.” You moan at the feeling of his hand around your neck.
Smiling a devious smile, Draco drew back and gazed down at you.
He looked down to between your legs and took his cock in his hand to align his cock at the entrance of your pussy – which was wet and ready for him.
His gaze was back on you as he leaned forward and captured your lips in his, getting lost in the feeling of the kiss, your minded drifted away and in that moment, Draco thrust his hips forward.
You gasp into the kiss, but this doesn’t stop Draco as he gently and slowly rocks his hips back and forth against you.
The slight pain slowly disappears as you grow accustomed to his size and the feeling of being full.
“So big.” You mutter and look to him with furrowed brows.
Draco appreciated the comment as it drove him more to making you feel good.
“Yeah? You like my big cock in your tight pussy?” He teased further as his hands massaged your breasts.
You nodded in response to his question, not being able to answer. You were too concentrated at the feeling within yourself.
“Oh fuck.” You moaned out as he changed the angle and lifted your legs over his shoulders.
The pace in which he was moving at increased when you began to move your hips along with him.
“You feel so good baby, so tight and wet for me.” He spoke provocatively.
Draco found it harder to not cum as you clenched around him.
He momentarily moved away from you, causing his cock to slip out of you. He turned you over so that you were now on your tummy. You lethargically laid on your front as he lifted your ass up in the air and once again thrusted into your pussy.
“I like this position better, because I’m able to…” Before the words left his mouth you felt the spank of his hand on your ass.
The sting only caused your more pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum.” You said weakly into the sheets.
Draco smirked at your words, “Does me spanking you make you want to cum?” He asked mockingly.
Another spank was delivered to your ass and soon as found yourself moaning Draco’s name into the sheets as his hips stuttered against your hips till, he released himself inside you. The headboard at this point had been bouncing off the wall and causing a noise.
Although all Draco could hear were the moans and groans being made between the two of you. He kept thrusting into you, chasing the feeling of pleasure you both were feeling.
Long moments passed by as you and Draco moved around to be more comfortable.
“That was quite something.” You said gazing at him shyly.
“Definitely… we have a lot to talk about after this, because I’m not going to go back to ignoring each other after this project is done.” He stated looking at you seriously.
“I know, that’s the last thing I want.” You said kissing him.
“Besides, this isn’t something enemies would do.” You chuckle as he rolls his eyes.
summary: to cast a patronus charm, you must recall the happiest moment of your life. for reader, the memory is something unexpected.
a/n:this is my first time writing in a while so i hope you guys like it !!! highkey inspired by the song “what about us” by p!nk so i recommend listening to the slowed version of that song on repeat. yes the slowed version bc it hits different :d
When [Y/N] first says the words Expecto Patronum, nothing quite happens.
When she raises her wand, closes her eyes, and blocks everything else out, just like Harry had instructed her when he gingerly put one hand over her own and the other on her waist, guiding her stance—nothing happens.
When she searches through her memories for—what was it Harry had said?—the happiest moment of her life, her wand doesn’t even let out the faintest tendril of white smoke.
When she decides to think of when Harry had first told her that he fancied her, and all of their other moments, of their first kiss under the mistletoe, of how he always rushes to her after winning a Quidditch match with the biggest grin on his face, of his cheeky grins and his lame jokes..
When she thinks of Harry, her boyfriend of one year now—
Nothing happens.
Maybe she isn’t focusing hard enough.
Maybe she needs to think of something a little more profound, like the first time Harry had ever told her he loved her. Shy and hesitant but true, as they sat by the Black Lake, their hands shyly resting an inch or two apart.
Maybe she’s just not cut out for this kind of magic.
”It’s not—“ she huffs out, dropping her wand back at her side, evidently frustrated at herself as she turns to meet Harry’s gaze. “It’s not working.”
Harry gives her a half-amused, half-sympathetic smile. “It’s not going to happen right away,” he tells her, eyes silently surveying the rest of the Room of Requirement, watching as the other members of Dumbledore’s Army flick and jab their wands at the air helplessly, some able to produce tiny bursts of wispy white smoke and others having achieved absolutely no progress at all—just like [Y/N].
Turning his gaze back to [Y/N], Harry suggests sheepishly, “Sure you’ve got a happy enough memory?” His lips quirk up into a toothy grin. “It better not be eating pancakes—you need something far stronger than that.”
[Y/N] rolls her eyes, smiling despite herself. “I realize that, Harry, thanks.” She scrunches her nose at him, and revels in the way his eyes shine with fondness. Grin falling slightly, she looks down at her wand as she twirls it in her hand. “I thought it was a pretty strong memory. I thought of..“
She trails off, letting the rest of her words die down somewhere in her throat.
For some reason, [Y/N] lies. “My seventh birthday,” she continues, wondering if Harry had heard the waver in her voice. And then she wonders why it had wavered in the first place.
Or maybe she already knows why—wouldn’t it be slightly worrying for Harry to know that her memories with him weren’t enough to conjure a Patronus?
“Something stronger, maybe?” Harry suggests, pursing his lips, eyebrows raised. And then he wiggles his brows playfully, playing it off as casual, but [Y/N] hears the slight twinge of hopefulness in his voice when he suggests, “D’you wanna try thinking of your boyfriend, maybe?”
[Y/N] feels something akin to guilt pang at her chest. Despite it, she smiles at Harry—and lies. Again. “Maybe I should,” she says softly, not quite holding his eyes all the way, instead turning away to raise her wand in front of her once more.
Maybe she just needs to try harder. She raises her arm again, taking a deep breath through her nose.
The happiest one you can think of.
[Y/N] closes her eyes. She can feel Harry watching her, ready to sweep her into his arms the moment the wispy white tendrils coming from her wand starts to take even the vaguest of forms.
I can do this.
She blocks everything out: the echoed incantations of “Expecto Patronum” all around her, the delighted shrieks, the awed gasps, and even Harry, until all that she can sense is her and the memory inside her head that she knowsis there—she can feel it. All she has to do is concentrate.
Another deep breath, and she’s closer. And in her mind she sees it as a blinding glimmer of white light, and her fingers are outstretched..
And then it comes.
A memory.
But not of Harry.
The first thing she sees is a flash of platinum blond hair.
And then grey eyes. A mischievous smirk. Pale skin. The sound of laughter.
“Draco!”
She is eight years old, chasing a boy down a garden, watching as he disappears with a loud laugh behind a tall statue of his great great grandfather. [Y/N] can see his elbow poking out. a moment later—his eyes.
Grey. Glimmering with happiness.
“You’ll never catch me!” yells Draco, hopping out from behind the statue. He picks a stick up from the ground and brandishes it towards her, shouting, “Stupideus Maximus!”
[Y/N] feels a flare of challenge rear up inside her. She tries for a threatening scowl, but the grin tugging on her lips can’t be helped. “That’s not even a real spell, you dunderhead!” she yells, looking wildly around her for a stray branch. Once she’s managed to locate one a foot away, she hurriedly grabs it, and much like Draco, holds it aloft like a wand and points it towards him. “Ugleus Draconeus!” she barely gets the words out through her giggles. “Oh, wait, that won’t work, you’re already ugly!”
“Hey!” outraged, Draco drops his makeshift wand. In what seems like a half-second, he’s tackling her to the ground, sending the two of them crashing into the grass, a rolling, laughing mess of tangled limbs and delighted shrieks.
“Geroffme!” [Y/N] yelps, flailing about on the ground. “Your stench is killing me—”
“That’s rich, I know for a fact you haven’t showered in two days—”
“Hey!”
“Ow!”
And then everything is melting away, like paint dripping on canvas, like ice held over a flame, colors condensing into each other, moving up and down, sideways, breaking apart, morphing into something else, and suddenly the sound of childish laughter is replaced by the sound of someone humming, and beyond that, a fire crackling in a hearth.
There is a boy resting his head on her lap. His hair is platinum blond.
She is raking her fingers through his strands almost absentmindedly. Like this is nothing more than habit, this ridiculously comfortable dynamic; [Y/N] humming under her breath, Draco with his eyes half-closed, her playing with his hair, the rest of the Slytherins far too used to the sight to question why there’s a Gryffindor sitting in their common room.
The tune she’s humming is a familiar one. It doesn’t belong to a song; just a random bunch of notes, over and over again, the same one they have hummed to each other over the years.
She pauses to ask: “Are you staying here for Christmas?”
Draco makes a sound in the back of his throat. “I don’t know.” He shifts slightly, eyes still mostly closed. “Are you?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Bloody great. I’m going to have to put up with you singing carols all week at the manor again.” But [Y/N] sees the smile on the corners of his lips. He’s pleased.
Her hand remains carding gently through Draco’s hair. Like she’s already calming him down, even before she’s broken the news to him.
“Actually..” she begins softly, looking down at him, waiting for his eyes to blink open with disbelief. “The Weasleys..”
She feels him go just the slightest bit rigid, but she keeps going, huffing slightly at the shift in Draco’s mood. She’d been expecting this, but that doesn’t mean she has to like it. “They’ve asked me to spend Christmas with them,” she says quietly, hating the guilt that pinches at her. She has to remind herself, momentarily, that she has nothing to feel guilty about.
Draco keeps his eyes closed. [Y/N] sees the tight set of his lips.
“And you said yes,” he doesn’t phrase it like a question.
Another pinch of guilt. She hates this one even more. “I did.”
Her hand has stopped carding through his hair. Draco shifts on where he’s laying on the couch, and for a moment [Y/N] thinks he’s going to get up and leave.
But instead he nods and stays, and for some reason that is even worse.
“Okay.”
[Y/N] lets out a sigh. “I know you don’t like them, but—”
“Will Potter be there?”
She closes her eyes briefly. When she opens them again, Draco’s are open, too, but he is staring into the fireplace. “Does it matter?”
[Y/N] reads the answer in his tense jaw, in his stiff shoulders, in his eyes:
Yes.
But Draco is proud, and he would never admit it: that he feels like Harry is stealing her from him again, the same way he’s been doing for the past few years. He remembers all their cancelled Hogsmeade trips this year so that she could go with Harry and the Weasleys instead. All the times she told him she was busy, that she had somewhere else to be, somewhere with Harry.
Always with Harry, ever since she’d been sorted into Gryffindor. Draco knows both he and [Y/N] have been trying to keep whatever they have between each other alive, but it doesn’t help that she’s in a different house. All she has left with him are these moments: sneaking into the Slytherin common room so they can spend a few hours together, only to exchange the briefest of “hi"s the next day.
Draco can’t tell her how disappointed he feels. He’s far too proud for that. So instead he says, "No. It doesn’t,” even though both of them know otherwise.
[Y/N] grimaces, ignoring the twang in her chest as she moves her hand to poke his cheek. “You sure?”
She thinks Draco could have smiled. It certainly looked like he was close to it, despite everything.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?” Another tentative poke.
Draco bites his lip like he’s trying to stay serious, but he ends up laughing anyway. Smiling in an almost resigned way, he rolls his eyes, reaching up to grab her wrist and pry her finger away from his cheek. “Yes, woman. I said yes.”
[Y/N] grins, at ease now that she knows the tension has faded. “You sure?”
“Bloody—”
She knows as soon as Draco starts to sit up that he plans on tickling her, so she shoves him off instantly and makes a break for a random door in the corner of the common room.
Which, as it turns out, is the seventh year boys’ dorm.
When she dashes back out, blushing furiously, Draco is clutching his stomach in the spot where she’d left him, tears of laughter leaking out of his eyes.
[Y/N] blinks, and she is in the Malfoy manor.
She is rushing up the marble steps with her hand clutched in Draco’s. He’s tugging her along, through familiar hallways, through a familiar doorway, and stopping in front of a familiar window.
“I haven’t been up here in ages,” Draco says, sounding almost exhilarated. He’s rolling up his dress shirt sleeves, reaching up to unlock the window and let through a cold breeze.
[Y/N] smirks. “Too scared to go up without me?”
Draco makes a face at her.
They can still hear the party downstairs; the orchestra and its repetitive clash of instruments, the clinking of wine glasses, rich pureblooded families talking over one another, fake laughter, her parents complimenting Draco’s for hosting such a fabulous party..
Draco and [Y/N] have always hated these parties, and they still do. And so now here they are—away from everything and everyone else but each other, because they can’t seem to stand anyone else.
[Y/N] pulls off her heels, setting them on the floor for when she and Draco come back later. With practiced movements, she hoists herself up onto the windowsill, barely even registering the feeling of Draco’s hands on her waist as he guides her out of the window.
“You alright?”
Gripping the frame of the window for support, she steps into the cold night air.
“Yeah,” she exhales.
She knows her way up now, so there’s not as much panicking as there was the first time she and Draco had pulled this stunt. Instead, she hoists herself up to the roof with little to no hassle, Draco behind her all the way. What feels like mere moments later the two of them are seated next to each other on the edge of the roof, nothing but the vast expanse of sky above them.
It may be summer, but the night is still cold and brings with it a bitingly cold breeze. A few seconds is all it takes for [Y/N] to start regretting not having brought a coat up with her.
“Blimey, I’ve missed this,” Draco is saying, looking down at the grounds below them. It’s dark and they can’t see much, but that makes the sight all the more magical. The garden is dimly lit by floating orbs, which waft around like faeries, casting an ethereal glow over the tall hedges. “I’ve been here a couple times, but it’s a lot lonelier when I’m just by myself, you know?”
“Really?” [Y/N] glances over at him, grinning despite the cold. She rubs her palms over her arms. “You mope here by yourself, Draco Malfoy?”
Draco rolls his eyes. “It’s a nice place to think. Are you cold?”
“Nice to know my purposely exaggerated shivering has finally caught your attention.”
He throws his head back in a laugh. “If you wanted my jacket, you could have just said.”
[Y/N] flicks her eyebrows up at him. “And give up my pride?”
“Pride or hypothermia? Up to you.” Draco has shrugged off his suit jacket, but he’s holding it out in front of her, lips quirked into a teasing smirk.
“Oh, give me that,” [Y/N] mutters, snatching it off his hands to drape it across her shoulders. Grinning, Draco leans over to help her fit it over her form. “Thanks. I suppose chivalry might not be dead, after all.”
“It’ll be alive as long as I am.” Draco settles back down next to her, propping his elbows on his raised knees.
An amused scoff. [Y/N] jabs him on the side.
They fall quiet after that, until all that is left between them is silence—except it doesn’t feel quite as comfortable as it should.
That, [Y/N] supposes, is what happens when you leave too many things unsaid.
But it’s not like she has a choice, because what would Draco say if she lets loose everything that she has been holding back, knowing that he won’t take kindly to them?
What would Draco say if she tells him about how, after four years, she doesn’t regret being sorted into Gryffindor anymore?
What would he say if she tells him about how the “blood-traitor” Weasleys make her happy in a way that her own family has never done?
What would he say if she tells him that she is happy, even if they’re no longer spending as much time together as they used to?
What would Draco say if she tells him that Harry confessed to fancying her?
”Why are you looking at me like that?”
[Y/N] blinks herself out of her reverie. She’d been staring at Draco.
She only realizes this now, and swallows, shaking her head. “Nothing.”
Draco fixes her with his gaze, something unreadable dancing just behind his eyes. [Y/N], who had been busying herself with the lapels of his suit jacket, glances at him out of the corner of her eye.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she mutters.
”Like what?”
“Like you want to kiss me or something, I don’t bloody know. It’s weird.“
Draco lets out a quick breath of laughter, but it only takes a second or two before it’s replaced by that same sort of taut silence, where the only sound between them is that of tree leaves rustling in the distance and the music from the hall below.
And then—“Would it really be that weird?”
[Y/N] waits for a lone, floating orb to disappear behind a garden hedge before she turns her head to look at Draco. “Would what be weird?” It’s dark and she can’t quite see him properly, only the side of his face that’s illuminated by the faintest traces of moonlight. She can make out his eyes, though, but they are as unreadable as ever.
Draco shifts on where he sits. His eyes move down and away from hers, almost hesitant, and then back up. [Y/N] blinks at him, waiting, oddly feeling like she’s edging closer and closer to the edge of a cliff with no idea what’s waiting for her down below.
When he speaks again, his voice is quiet. “If I kissed you.”
[Y/N] wonders how she may have looked at that moment. Her eyes would have widened by just the tiniest bit, lips falling open slightly in mild surprise.
Something about her expression must have jarred Draco, because he lets out another one of his quick laughs—more of a ragged exhale than a laugh, really—and shakes his head, quickly looking away. “Of course it would be weird,” he breathes out. “Forget I said that.”
Around Draco, she usually always knows what to say. Conversation with him flows easily, words bouncing back and forth without a hitch in their seemingly effortless rhythm. It’s been that way for as long as she can remember. But now [Y/N] finds herself struggling, mouth open but unable to say anything at all. All she can do is stare, watching as the forced smile on Draco’s face fades and his fingers curl in on themselves.
“I mean..” She mulls the question over and over in her head, but there is only one answer that she can think of.
[Y/N] lets out a huff-like breath through her nose. “Not really.”
Draco freezes.
If it were daytime, he would see the suddenly pink hue of her cheeks, but the midnight sky saves her from the humiliation.
She swallows, ignoring the almost constricting sensation in her chest that feels like several hundred butterflies have come to life and are now fluttering around inside of her ribcage. “We’ve done weirder things together, haven’t we?” she mutters, face turned to him but not able to look at him straight in the eye, either. “Like that one time we danced the hokey pokey with one of your house-elves when we were—what, like, six? And that other time w—”
Draco moves, an infinitesimal shift, and suddenly his lips are pressed against hers, and [Y/N] feels her limbs seize up with surprise. She can feel him, taste him, the soft swell of his mouth and the faint hint of dessert left behind on his lips. And then, along with it, something warm flaring up inside of her chest, leaving her leaning in, relaxing into him, wanting more and more and more, as much of him as she could possibly get.
The strength and suddenness of her desire is what startles her back to herself. She flinches and pulls back, eyes blinking open. Draco’s face is mere inches away from hers. She has a split-second, only a split-second, to see his face framed in the moonlight: his tousled blond hair and the swell of his lips, which are still half-forming a kiss.
Draco recoils, looking just as surprised at his own actions as [Y/N] is. “I—” he begins, the very same moment [Y/N] opens her mouth and tries to say, “Do—”
They pause. Stare at each other, as though properly drinking the events of the past few seconds in.
[Y/N] isn’t sure which one of them starts laughing first, but before she knows it their shoulders are shaking, lips breaking out into wide grins, their laughter filling the night air, echoing across the garden. It isn’t hysterical laughter—not the kind two people share after a particularly funny joke—instead it’s the kind of quiet, exhilarated laughter that comes after doing something particularly daring, the kind that sounds like I cannot believe I just did that.
The good kind.
The happiest moments of [Y/N]’s life.
At the end of her wand bursts the blinding, dazzling figure of a silvery-white animal. A magnificent eagle, soaring over the heads of the members of Dumbledore’s Army, its wings spread wide in free flight as it glides elegantly around the Room of Requirement.
Harry has swept her into his arms, grinning. He’s saying something—words of praise; “You did it, I knew you could do it"—and [Y/N] is smiling back, nodding, but there is an ache in her chest that wasn’t there before, and memories lingering in her head that she thought she’d set aside for the better. But now that they’ve been let back loose, it seems there is no getting rid of them.
Of platinum blond hair and grey eyes and laughter on quiet rooftops. Of stolen kisses amidst parties that neither of them enjoy. Of Draco Malfoy, a boy she once adored.
There are tears in her eyes, she realizes, but she plays them off as tears of happiness even though they are anything but. Harry laughs at her apparent mawkishness.
[Y/N] is quiet during dinner that night. She can’t bring herself to eat much, nor to join in on the conversation at the Gryffindor table. Harry has caught on to her change in mood, and he keeps squeezing her hand underneath the table to make sure she’s okay, but [Y/N] can’t offer him much beyond a halfhearted smile of reassurance.
She can’t stop thinking about earlier. About how her memories with Harry weren’t happy enough, whereas Draco’s..
[Y/N] hates to admit it, but she isn’t as surprised at this as she should be. Part of her, she realizes, has always known that Draco brought her a kind of happiness nothing and no one ever could.
Not even her bloody boyfriend.
But there’s a reason why she and Draco have been distant this year. His hatred for her friends, his jealousy for Harry, his refusal to understand that they’re good people, Draco, why should blood status matter?
There’s a reason why their first kiss had been their last.
There’s a reason why [Y/N] chose Harry over him.
She senses someone’s gaze on her, but she knows who it belongs to even before she looks up.
When she raises her head, their eyes meet from all the way across the Great Hall, reaching across the hundreds of students between them, across the distance that feels so much larger than it really is.
There was a reason, Draco, [Y/N] thinks.
His grey eyes are unreadable. She wonders if he can see the silent apology in her own.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: sad :(
Draco couldn’t sleep a wink that night. He replayed his conversation with Harry over and over until he had convinced himself that everything Harry said was true. It wasn’t as though he took a lot of convincing anyway.
He decided to make use of his sleeplessness. He grabbed a quill and parchment and started to write. By the time he was happy with what he had written, scraps on scribbled out parchment littered the floor. He slipped out of bed to pay a visit to Moaning Myrtle.
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Dearest Y/N,
I’m afraid you were right, we are on different sides now. I wish with my whole heart we could stand together in this fight, but I don’t belong with you.
It is my feelings for you that have driven me to decide to stay away from you. You are far too good for me, and I will only hold you back. I regret that it has come to this but please respect my decision.
Know that you will always be in my heart.
Yours, always D.M
Y/N read the letter over and over again, each time hoping her eyes were deceiving her. However, the words on the parchment never changed.
“There, there,” comforted Myrtle.
Y/N should have been sad, or angry, or something. Instead, she felt nothing. Just numb. She couldn’t understand how, if you cared for someone, you could decide to stay away from them.
She stuffed the note into the pocket of her jacket and rushed back to her dorm. There, she began to scribble her own note in response to Draco’s.
Draco,
While I respect your decision, I will not pretend to understand what has driven you to make it. And I will not pretend that the idea of us not being friends doesn’t break my heart.
I’m sorry you feel as though you don’t belong with me. If it’s any consolation, I feel the opposite. When I am with you (and we’re actually getting along), nothing feels more right.
If this is to be our final correspondence, then I have a few things to say. Firstly, to me, you are so much more than the bad things you’ve done. Those things do not define you. Secondly, I have never been in love, but the way you make me feel is what I imagine love feels like. Finally, know that all of your secrets are safe with me, and I’ll be here should you need me. You can tell me anything.
Forever yours, Y/N
Much like Draco had done, Y/N gave the parchment to Myrtle to pass on. But Draco never came to collect it.
-
Every day for weeks, Y/N went to visit Myrtle in the hopes of some news. Not necessarily a reply, but at least to hear he’d received the note.
“He hasn’t come to visit me,” Myrtle would huff.
“Never mind,” YN would say. Seeing Myrtle every day helped a bit. Myrtle knew about her and Draco, and for some reason, Y/N trusted her.
She would talk to Myrtle about Draco. How he seemed to be looking worse and worse every day. Tired, sad, lonely. Y/N shared her worries about him, whether he would be okay again.
In classes, Y/N would occasionally steal a glance at Draco, just to make sure he seemed okay. Apart from that, the two never spoke. If Draco stole glances at Y/N, she didn’t notice.
-
Each morning Draco woke up, he wished he hadn’t. Since he stopped talking to Y/N, he felt as though he had nothing to look forward to, nothing to live for. He wished every night that he wouldn’t wake up the next morning.
Every day was the same. Go to class, try not to look at Y/N, look at Y/N anyway just to see if she’s looking at him (she never is), avoid everyone, go to the Room and work on the Cabinet, sleep, repeat. He hated it.
He wouldn’t even go and see Myrtle any more, afraid of what she might tell him about Y/N. He was entirely alone. And it was all his fault.
-
Eventually, Y/N gave up. She took her note back from Myrtle one morning, shoving it in her pocket before heading to class.
Class was the same as always. Pretending Draco didn’t exist except for a small period of time just to check up on him. Only this time, when Y/N looked at Draco, he was already looking at her. Y/N’s cheeks flushed and she quickly averted her eyes.
But curiosity got the better of her and when she glanced over again, Draco was still looking at her.
Draco hadn’t looked at Y/N for this long in weeks. He had forgotten just how beautiful she was, and just how tempting that gap between the hem of her skirt and her knee socks was. He saw colour blush in her cheeks, and he revelled in the power he has over her by simply looking at her.
Y/N didn’t dare look at Draco again during the rest of the lesson, although she couldn’t think about anything other than him. When the lesson was finished, Draco shot up out of his seat and left the room as quickly as his feet would carry him.
Y/N looked over to his seat, noticing his textbook still on the desk. She went over and picked it up. She had an idea. Tucking her note between the pages of his book, she headed out after him.
Unable to find him in the corridors, Y/N called out to Pansy.
“Pansy!”
Pansy turned around and smiled at Y/N. “Hey, Y/N.”
“Can you do me a favour?” Y/N asked. “Draco left this in class. I’d give it to him myself but…” She trailed off.
“No problem,” Pansy said. “Can I ask what happened between you two? He hasn’t been his usual self lately.”
Y/N shrugged, unsure on what to say. “It’s complicated. You’ll make sure he gets it? There’s something important in there for him.”
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: ~1k
Warnings: n/a
A couple of pages turned into a couple more. Y/N was so lost in Draco’s neat scrawl that she hadn’t heard him come into the Room of Requirement.
“Y/N?” Draco asked.
Snapping the journal closed, Y/N whirled around. “You scared the shit out of me.” Draco eyed up the book in Y/N’s hands. He raised his eyebrows at her. “I’m sorry, I found it here. I didn’t mean to pry…” She apologised.
“It’s okay,” Draco said. “It’ll tell you more than I can anyway. Just give it back when you’re done.”
Y/N held out the book. “Here.”
Draco’s hand brushed against hers as he took back his journal.
The pair stood there opposite each other, neither able to look the other in the eye. After everything Y/N has read in the journal, she had no idea what to say to Draco. As for Draco, he knew everything he wanted to say but couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: ~1k
Warnings: n/a
A couple of pages turned into a couple more. Y/N was so lost in Draco’s neat scrawl that she hadn’t heard him come into the Room of Requirement.
“Y/N?” Draco asked.
Snapping the journal closed, Y/N whirled around. “You scared the shit out of me.” Draco eyed up the book in Y/N’s hands. He raised his eyebrows at her. “I’m sorry, I found it here. I didn’t mean to pry…” She apologised.
“It’s okay,” Draco said. “It’ll tell you more than I can anyway. Just give it back when you’re done.”
Y/N held out the book. “Here.”
Draco’s hand brushed against hers as he took back his journal.
The pair stood there opposite each other, neither able to look the other in the eye. After everything Y/N has read in the journal, she had no idea what to say to Draco. As for Draco, he knew everything he wanted to say but couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: ~1k
Warnings: n/a
A couple of pages turned into a couple more. Y/N was so lost in Draco’s neat scrawl that she hadn’t heard him come into the Room of Requirement.
“Y/N?” Draco asked.
Snapping the journal closed, Y/N whirled around. “You scared the shit out of me.” Draco eyed up the book in Y/N’s hands. He raised his eyebrows at her. “I’m sorry, I found it here. I didn’t mean to pry…” She apologised.
“It’s okay,” Draco said. “It’ll tell you more than I can anyway. Just give it back when you’re done.”
Y/N held out the book. “Here.”
Draco’s hand brushed against hers as he took back his journal.
The pair stood there opposite each other, neither able to look the other in the eye. After everything Y/N has read in the journal, she had no idea what to say to Draco. As for Draco, he knew everything he wanted to say but couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
“I have one thing to say,” Y/N said after clearing her throat. “I understand if you hate me for telling Harry, but I want you to know that I’m fighting for a world where if we get married, it’s because we love each other. Not because we have to.”
“I don’t hate you. I understand you’re doing the right thing, and I’m sorry that I’m not as brave as you.” Draco said.
Y/N shook her head. “It’s not about bravery, Draco. It’s that I have nothing left to lose. I lost my mother, my family, my freedom and myself.”
Deep down, Draco knew she was right. If it weren’t for the safety of his family, he wouldn’t hesitate to join Y/N. But he couldn’t, if they got caught, Draco’s punishment would be to watch his mother and father suffer and die. He would likely be left alive, it would be more painful than death.
“So what happens for us?” Draco asked, although he could already guess the answer.
Y/N shrugged. “I don’t know, really. As if things weren’t already complicated enough. I’d like to be friends, but I suppose that’s out of the question.”
“Why?”
“We’re on different sides now, Draco.”
When Y/N put it like that, Draco realised just how right she was.
“Well, not necessarily,” Draco explained. “It’s not my fault if I don’t know your allegiance has changed and still pass on information like, I don’t know, when the Death-Eaters plan to enter Hogwarts.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to do that, Draco. That’s a massive risk, Voldemort could find out.”
“Like I said, I don’t know your allegiance has changed.” Draco felt it was the least he could do. It was his way of helping Y/N without risking his family. “Look, I’m sorry about the other night. I didn’t mean any of it, I was just angry and sometimes I lose control.”
“I know, Draco, it’s okay,” Y/N reassured. “Look, I have a lot to think about, and so do you. Let’s just go to bad and we’ll figure this out later.”
-
Harry sat across the room from Y/N, watching her paying attention to the professor addressing the class. Despite Draco’s behaviour the other day, he had yet to see Y/N interact with Draco in any way. So far, not so much as a glance in his direction.
Knowing Y/N, whose father is a Death-Eater, is now one too, it was highly likely that Draco was as well. Which means they would know each other, at the very least. But there was no acknowledgement on Y/N’s part.
However, when Harry decided to swallow his pride and look at Draco, he saw a different story. Draco watched Y/N from the corner of his eye, so subtle that Harry might not have noticed if he wasn’t looking for it. Draco looked at Y/N the way Harry looked at Ginny, the way you look at someone you love but can’t have.
But there was no way. No way that Draco was in love with Y/N. Someone like Draco surely wasn’t capable of love.
When the class was over, Harry darted off after Draco, leaving Ron and Hermione behind. He followed behind Draco through the corridors, not bothering to be subtle.
Draco, aware he was being followed, led them to a secluded alcove, away from prying eyes.
“Why are you following me, Potter?” Draco hissed, his hatred for Harry had never been higher after he and Y/N had been getting closer.
The two boys stood with a good distance between them facing each other. The alcove was cold and damp, but at least here no one would see or hear them.
“I wanted to talk,” Harry said.
Draco gave Harry a look as if to say he doesn’t believe him.
“Does Y/N know you’re in love with her?” Harry asked.
Draco showed no emotion externally, but internally his stomach dropped. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I think you do.” Harry insisted. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. I couldn’t help but notice she doesn’t look at you the same way. Or, at all, actually.”
Rage flared up inside Draco, but he was determined to control his emotions, to prove he could be a good person. “You don’t know as much as you think you do, Potter. I suggest you keep your nose out of where it doesn’t belong.”
“Maybe I don’t know as much as I think I do, but I’ll tell you something I do know,” Harry challenged. “You’re not good for her. She’s trying to do the right thing, and you’re always going to be the bad guy. I suggest, if you really care about her, that you leave her alone. Or you will be the death of her.”
Harry walked away, leaving his words in the alcove with Draco.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: just invasion of privacy :)
For some reason, Y/N didn’t go to classes the next day. Draco, who was still angry at her, convinced himself he didn’t care. However, someone else had also noticed Y/N’s absence.
Harry Potter, and his two closest friends Weasley and Granger, looked at Y/N’s empty seat and whispered among themselves. Draco felt the anger flare up inside him.
Now, the secret he and Y/N had shared, was ruined by Potter. Potter always ruined everything for Draco, but he wouldn’t let Potter take Y/N from him.
“Think you know everything now, do you, Potter?” Draco sneered as Harry and his friends passed on their way out of class.
“Care to tell me what it is I don’t know, Malfoy?” Harry shot back.
Draco’s lip curled. “You wish.”
“Let me guess,” Ron piped up. “You’re a Death-Eater too? Wouldn’t take a genius to figure that one out.”
“Is that why you’ve figured it out, Weasley?” Draco fired off.
“So it’s true? You are one,” said Hermione.
Draco scowled at her. “None of your business, mudblood.”
Hermione, used to Draco’s horrible remarks, was not at all bothered. Instead, she found it somewhat amusing that he thought that word would still upset her as it had the first time she’d been called it.
“Where’s Y/N, Malfoy? We need to talk to her,” Harry said.
“In the dormitory I assume,” Draco replied nonchalantly. “If I see her, I’ll be sure to pass on the message.”
-
Y/N hadn’t been able to muster up the energy to get out of bed that morning. Following her argument with Draco, she spent the rest of the night crying and hadn’t fallen asleep until she was supposed to have gotten up for lessons.
She let herself have a few hours rest, promising to attend the afternoon’s classes. However, her sleep was fitful, interrupted by flashes of a nightmare. Not wanting to ruin her sleep schedule, she dragged herself out of bed after lunch.
She threw on her uniform and went to her lesson. Tired and distracted, she barely took any notes or understood a thing the professor was on about. Y/N could feel Draco’s eyes watching her from across the classroom, but she was too tired to care.
Instead of going to the Great Hall for dinner, Y/N headed straight to the Common room. Although her stomach was growling (she hadn’t eaten all day), she had no energy to do anything except crawl into bed.
“Y/N?” A voice whispered as someone gently shook her awake.
It was Pansy Parkinson, one of Draco’s friends. Y/N sat up and rubbed her eyes. It was dark outside now, and everyone seemed to be back from dinner. Y/N hadn’t even realised she had fallen asleep.
“Hm?”
“Are you okay?” Pansy asked. Y/N nodded. “Um, Draco’s asking for you. I said I’d see if you wanted to talk to him.”
Y/N didn’t want to talk to Draco, but Pansy had gone out of her way to ask. “Er, I’m quite tired.”
Pansy nodded. “Alright, I’ll tell him to bugger off then,” she winked.
Y/N chuckled. “Tell him I’ll talk to him later.”
“Will do.”
-
It had taken Draco less than a day to go from being mad at Y/N to feeling guilty for causing their argument. Y/N had come back and been perfectly nice to Draco, even offering to help him with the Cabinet and he had gone off on one.
Draco couldn’t handle Y/N not speaking to him. He hadn’t meant the horrible things he’d said the previous night. All he wanted to do was apologise and fix everything.
“Sorry, Draco,” Pansy said as she came down from the girls’ dorms. “She’s asleep, and I’m not waking her just so you can piss her off again.”
Draco sighed. “She doesn’t want to talk to me, does she?”
He flopped onto one of the Common room sofas, and Pansy sat beside him. “I don’t know what you did, but she seems really upset.”
“She has every right to be, I was awful, Pans.” Draco buried his face in his hands and let out a muffled: “She hates me.”
Pansy rubbed Draco’s shoulder reassuringly. “I’m sure that’s not true. Just give her some time, and when she’s ready to talk to you again, tell her how sorry you are.”
“Don’t tell the boys about this, please.” Draco had sat back up straight now.
“I don’t tell the boys anything, Draco.”
-
Y/N woke around midnight. She cursed herself for messing up her sleep schedule but decided to drag herself out of bed, still dressed in her now crumpled uniform.
She slunk down the dark hallways to the Room of Requirement. It wasn’t that she hoped to see Draco, necessarily, but that she needed a distraction.
In the Room, she decided to explore a bit. Heading in the opposite direction to the Cabinet, she wandered aimlessly around, fingers picking up dust from the things she touched.
She stumbled on an over-stuffed armchair. On it, rested a leather-bound book that wasn’t caked in dust. She picked up the book and looked on the back.
D.M
It was the journal that Draco had told her about. She wondered how it’s contents came to be known by Voldemort. She wanted to read it, to know what He knew.
Just a few pages, she told herself.
20th Sept
For the first time since I saw her this summer at the meeting, we spoke. I wanted so badly to hate her, to push her away. But I couldn’t. Up close, she’s even more beautiful than I had thought. Worse still, she’s kind. Too kind. I don’t deserve her kindness.
3rd Oct
Today I showed her what I’ve been up to in the Room of Requirement. I think I can trust her. She’s like me, she doesn’t want this. We have stuff in common, and it makes it harder for me not to feel this way about her.
21st Dec
We went to Hogsmeade together tonight. I stupidly kissed her. I’m not sure what came over me, usually, I have better self-control. Hopefully, she’ll be too drunk to remember and I won’t have made everything awkward.
14th Jan
I’m in the hospital wing. Hurts to write. Stupid fucking Potter. I haven’t seen her in a few days. I miss her. I need to talk to her.
I can’t do this anymore.
19th Jan
She saved my life. She held my hand and pulled me away from the edge of the tower. She’s offered to help me with my task from the Dark Lord. I suggested that when all this is over, we run away. She wasn’t sure. I had the perfect opportunity to tell her how I feel and I didn’t. I hate myself.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of death and su*cde, lots of shouting
Draco waited up in the Common room for Y/N to return. He pretended to be writing an essay so no one would speak to him. Time slowly crept by, it was getting later and later whilst Draco’s mood got continually worse.
Eventually, Y/N stepped into the Common room, expecting it to be empty. At first, she didn’t notice Draco, tucked away in a dark corner. Draco, of course, had noticed Y/N.
“Oh, hi Draco,” Y/N said when she spotted him. “It’s pretty late, you going to work on the Cabinet?”
Draco nodded but didn’t say anything.
“Need any help?” Y/N asked.
“No,” said Draco sharply. “Besides, I’m sure you’d rather spend your time with Potter.”
Y/N scoffed. “What are you on about?”
“I saw you sneak off with him at dinner,” Draco stood up from his chair and started towards Y/N. “That was a few hours ago.”
Y/N, who could feel the anger radiating off Draco, didn’t back away. “I told you last night, Draco, I’m helping Harry. I told him everything.”
“You what?” Draco was about to explode.
Y/N rolled her eyes, testing Draco’s self-control. “I didn’t mention you, okay? I lied and told Harry it was me who was given the task of killing Dumbledore. I didn’t mention you.”
Draco was seething. “How’s Potter supposed to trust you when you’re lying to him?” He spat.
“I thought you’d be glad I didn’t mention you.” Y/N admitted.
“What would’ve been better is if you hadn’t told him anything at all.”
“I said I was gonna help him, how can I do that if I don’t tell him what I know?” Y/N asked.
Draco ignored her question. “I don’t need your help any more. I can’t trust you. Just forget about everything that’s happened between us.”
“Whatever, Draco. We’ll talk about this tomorrow when you’ve calmed down. I’m going to bed.”
Y/N had had enough of Draco’s foul mood, deciding it would be better to leave him be until he was over his initial anger. She turned away from him and began to walk away.
“Don’t walk away from me, Y/N!” Draco raised his voice. “We’re not done here!”
Y/N whirled back around, losing her temper too. “I’m not talking to you when you’re like this. And keep your voice down,” she hissed. “I am trying to help you! That’s all I’ve been doing, and you just - God, you just won’t let me. Every time I feel like I’m finally getting somewhere with you, you lose your temper, and it’s back to square one.”
“Don’t pretend like you’re looking out for me!” Draco shouted. “You’re only looking out for yourself.”
This pissed Y/N off. “Who saved your fucking life, huh? Twice! And I did that for me, did I? Alright, Draco, you’re right. You think you know fucking everything.”
“You did that because if I die, you know the Dark Lord will kill you too!” Draco yelled.
“Not everyone’s as selfish as you are. I saved your life because I fucking care about you, for fuck sake! Not that you’d know what that means.”
Y/N wondered how they had gotten here. Last night, she felt like they had made real progress. Draco had let Y/N see a new side of him, and Y/N had opened up to Draco. But today, it was as though the previous night had never happened
“You don’t think I care about you?” Draco asked incredulously. “I think about you all the fucking time! I was the one who suggested we run away together, but you weren’t interested!”
“I don’t want to run, Draco. We’ll be running forever!” Y/N cried. “I want him gone. I want him dead, my dad too. That’s what I’m fighting for, our freedom! You’re just blindly doing as you’ve been told because you’re too afraid to fight back!”
“If I fight back, I’ll die.”
“You think I won’t?” Y/N asked. “You think my dad won’t hesitate to kill me the second he finds out I’ve betrayed the Dark Lord? The difference is, I’d rather die than live like this.”
“So I was just standing on the edge of the Astronomy tower for fun? For the view? I don’t want to live like this either, but I do for you!”
Draco’s words hung in the space between them, both of them breathing heavily. Y/N hadn’t meant to get so angry. She hated herself for losing her temper, so much like her father. Hot-headed and impulsive. She wondered if she got her compassion from her mother.
“I’m going to bed.” Y/N’s voice was small, quiet. “Good night, Draco.”
Draco watched as Y/N disappeared up the stairs to the girl’s dormitory. He stood there alone for a while until he headed to the Room of Requirement.
-
“Tell me you’re joking,” Ron said, bewildered.
Harry shook his head. “She showed me her Dark Mark.”
“Seriously, Ronald, why on Earth would she lie about something like that?” Hermione chided.
Harry had relayed all of what Y/N had told him to his closest friends. They, of course, were just as shocked as he was.
“Shouldn’t we tell Dumbledore?” Ron asked.
The trio all exchanged looks. “If it’s true, and Snape really is on our side, Dumbledore may already know.” Hermione reasoned.
“Question is, do we let Y/N in on Order information? Do you think we can trust her?” Harry suggested.
Ron chimed in: “We should talk to Sirius, see what he says.”
“If she’s telling the truth, she took a big risk. We should at least protect her secret, even if we don’t let her into the Order,” said Hermione.
The two boys nodded in agreement.
The next morning, they headed to the Owlery, with a note scribbled to Sirius ready to be delivered. In this note, there was a date and time for a fire meeting. The trio agreed to pass on the information but withhold where it came from to protect Y/N.
Perhaps with Y/N’s help, they could defeat Voldemort once and for all.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warnings:TRIGGER WARNING!! alludes to non-consensual sex (i know that’s not what its called but i’m calling it that to avoid using the r word), selling for ‘sex’, only briefly mentioned and in very little detail but it is referred to, be careful pls
It didn’t take Y/N long to compose herself. Draco, however, was reluctant to let go of her. Begrudgingly, he released her as she dried her face on the sleeve of her sweater.
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
Draco shook his head. “Don’t be.”
“What else do I not know?” She asked, her eyes desperately searching Draco’s for answers.
“There’s something, something I haven’t been told. I overheard it this summer. I should’ve told you by now…”
This is what had been eating at Draco’s mind ever since the two had become close.
“It’s okay that you didn’t tell me, just tell me now.” Y/N reassured.
“Your father was visiting. He and my father were in the office. They didn’t know I could hear them. They were talking about you and me. They made a deal.”
Y/N wasn’t sure where this was going. “What deal?”
“Marriage.”
Y/N was stunned into silence. Of course, the Malfoy’s were a very prestigious pure-blood family, as was Y/N’s family. It would make sense that they would want to keep the bloodlines pure. But arranged marriage? They were only seventeen.
“What’s the deal?” Y/N asked.
“When we’re both 18, we’re to be married,” Draco admitted. “It’s why I was so awful to you at first. I wanted to hate you. But…”
“Just…hang on,” Y/N interrupted. “I need a minute.”
Draco nodded and stepped away from Y/N, giving her silence and space to think. He knew it was a lot to take in, and so far she was taking it very well. If he were in her position, he’d have a much different reaction.
Y/N paced back and forth slowly, mulling over the information in her head. “Okay, my turn.” She stood facing away from Draco as if she couldn’t bear to face him. “This summer, after my father tortured me into becoming a Death-Eater, he decided to punish me even more.”
“Punish you for what?” Draco asked.
“For what my mother did.”
“But that makes no-”
“I know it makes no sense,” Y/N interrupted. “Just bear with me. My father’s friends, other Death-Eaters, would come over and they would pay him. Then he’d lock me in a room with them.”
Draco felt sick. He couldn’t bear to say anything, in case he lost his temper.
“One day, it was your father.”
“Did he..?” Draco began to ask, stopping himself when he realised he didn’t really want to know the answer.
“No,” Y/N explained. “Instead, he examined me. I didn’t understand at the time, but I do now, I guess.”
The two of them stood there, Y/N still facing away from Draco. Moving towards her, he gently reaching out to caress her arm. He made sure to keep his movements soft and kind.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you like that again.” He whispered.
Y/N took ahold of his hand, brought it to her mouth and kissed the back of it lightly. “I know.”
She turned around slowly, tilting her head back as she pushed up on her toes to kiss him. Just a delicate, gentle kiss.
“What have you done to me, Y/N?” Draco’s deep voice whispered, his breath hot on Y/N’s lips.
Y/N pulled away from Draco, looking into his eyes. “I mean what I said. I’m going to help Harry, and I’m asking you to join me.”
Draco shook his head. “We can’t, love. It’s too risky. I don’t want you to put yourself in danger.”
“We’re already in so much danger Draco, what’s a little more? I want to fight for the right thing.”
“I know you do,” Draco said, stroking her cheek. “I can’t stop you. But, Y/N, I’m not like you. They won’t accept me. You’re good and I’m bad.”
Y/N was disappointed, even borderline irritated. “We already talked about this! You are not bad.”
“But I’m not good though, am I?”
“You are, but I’m the only one you let see that. This is your chance to show everyone else.” Y/N was desperate at this point.
“Baby, I can’t,” Draco said, eyes widening when he realised what he said.
Baby. The word replayed in Y/N’s head a couple of times. He was trying to be nice and stay calm, but she was pushing her luck now. She got the message; it was a ‘no’, and nothing she could say would change that.
“Alright,” Y/N sighed. She hated giving up.
-
“Harry.” Y/N cleared her throat as she approached Harry Potter, standing in a corridor with Ron and Hermione. “Could I…talk to you? It’s important.”
Harry exchanged a glance with his friends. “Uh, sure.” He replied, clearly confused as to why Y/N, a Slytherin who had never spoken to him before, suddenly wanted to tell him something important.
“Not now.” Y/N explained. “Tonight, when everyone is in the Great Hall. Meet me outside the Hall and we’ll walk.”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
-
Draco was sat in his usual spot in the Great Hall, doing his usual routine of looking for Y/N. She wasn’t at the table yet, which meant he got to watch her walk across the hall and take a seat. He could barely take his eyes off the entrance to the Great Hall. He didn’t want to miss her but he also didn’t want to be too obvious.
When his eyes briefly flitted to the entrance and there she was. Lingering in the entryway, peering into the Hall and scanning the sea of students. She was looking for someone, but it wasn’t Draco. His stomach tightened.
After a minute or two, Y/N was joined by Harry Potter. The two were talking. Draco had never seen them speak before, seeing Y/N talk to the boy he hates made him so angry. At least, he thought, it would be over when they came into the Hall and went to separate tables.
Much to Draco’s dismay, the two never came into the Hall. Instead, they walked away, out of sight, and Draco didn’t see them for the rest of the feast. He had lost his appetite.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: swearing, angst, teensy bit of fluff if u squint
“I suggest the two of you head straight to bed.” Snape drawled when the trio arrived back at Hogwarts. “Don’t get caught.”
“But sir-” Y/N called out in a hushed voice, but Snape had already whirled around and began to walk away.
Her mind was reeling trying to process what had just happened. She looked at Draco. “What the fuck was that?”
Draco couldn’t meet Y/N’s eyes. “I-I er…How did you lie?”
“Whatever Snape gave Voldemort, it wasn’t Veritaserum.”
This piqued Draco’s interest. “Then why would you tell him about running away?”
“He already knew, Draco! If I lied, He’d have known. That would be me dead, you dead and Snape dead. I wasn’t going to let that happen.”
Draco didn’t say anything. Y/N rubbed her stinging cheek. She was sure it would bruise tomorrow if she didn’t put some Dittany on it. And she should put some on her shoulders too.
“How did He know? About running away?” Y/N asked the question that had been eating her up since the revelation. “Did you tell someone?”
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: swearing, angst, teensy bit of fluff if u squint
“I suggest the two of you head straight to bed.” Snape drawled when the trio arrived back at Hogwarts. “Don’t get caught.”
“But sir-” Y/N called out in a hushed voice, but Snape had already whirled around and began to walk away.
Her mind was reeling trying to process what had just happened. She looked at Draco. “What the fuck was that?”
Draco couldn’t meet Y/N’s eyes. “I-I er…How did you lie?”
“Whatever Snape gave Voldemort, it wasn’t Veritaserum.”
This piqued Draco’s interest. “Then why would you tell him about running away?”
“He already knew, Draco! If I lied, He’d have known. That would be me dead, you dead and Snape dead. I wasn’t going to let that happen.”
Draco didn’t say anything. Y/N rubbed her stinging cheek. She was sure it would bruise tomorrow if she didn’t put some Dittany on it. And she should put some on her shoulders too.
“How did He know? About running away?” Y/N asked the question that had been eating her up since the revelation. “Did you tell someone?”
“I-I have a journal. It’s been missing for a few days now. I thought I left it in the Room of Requirement, but…”
Y/N took a deep breath to calm herself. She told herself it wasn’t Draco’s fault. “Okay, alright.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N-”
“No, it’s okay.” Y/N interrupted. “It’s done now. We made it out alive. But please, be more careful. I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m going to bed.”
“Y/N-” Draco called out.
“Midnight in the Room of Requirement. You’re telling me everything. No more secrets.” And with that, Y/N headed to bed, leaving Draco alone in the dark corridor.
-
All day, Draco had tried to get Y/N’s attention, to catch her eye. And all day, Y/N had ignored him. In class, she looked only at the professor and her notes. In the Great Hall, she practically sat at the opposite end of the table to Draco. In between classes, Draco would try to catch up with Y/N, but she was too nimble.
He knew he had to come clean tonight. About everything. His task, his parents, his feelings. He had planned to do it the night before, but everything that could possibly have gone wrong went wrong. He kicked himself for not telling her everything sooner.
If Y/N hadn’t come up with her quick lie, they’d both be dead. She had saved his life again. And not to mention there was the situation with Snape, lying to the Dark Lord and giving him a decoy Veritaserum. Whose side was Snape on?
Much like usual when you dread something, midnight came around quickly. So quickly, Draco realised he hadn’t even planned out what he was going to say. And at this rate, he wasn’t even sure if Y/N would turn up. Nevertheless, on his way to the Room, he went over in his head just how he would tell her everything.
“Over here.” Draco heard when he’d entered the Room.
Y/N was standing between a broken old desk and a pile of discarded chairs, some with legs missing, others missing their backs. She was wearing her uniform still.
“Hey,” Draco said, not sure what else to say. “I wasn’t sure if you would actually be here.”
“I’m here,” she said softly. “I need to know everything, Draco. I can’t have any more secrets between us.”
Draco nodded. “I know. I’ll tell you anything. Just ask.”
Y/N hopped up on top of the old desk. Draco stood opposite her in front of the stacked chairs. She seemed to be thinking about what to ask first, and Draco couldn’t blame her. There was a lot she didn’t know.
“What’s your task from Voldemort?” She asked after a few moments of silence.
“He wants me to…to kill someone.”
“Who, Draco? You can tell me anything, you can trust me.”
He couldn’t avoid it anymore, Y/N had to know the truth. She deserved it after all the had done for him.
“Dumbledore.”
Y/N was silent for a minute. The seconds dragged on as if for eternity. Draco could hear the sound of his heart pounding in his chest over the silence.
“So, that’s…” Y/N thought aloud. “That’s why the necklace…and the poison…”
Draco nodded, ashamed of his actions.
“Oh, Draco.” Y/N spoke in a whisper. “You really are in deep.”
“I don’t want your sympathy!” Draco burst out, temporarily losing control of his emotions.
Y/N, however, did not look fazed. “Don’t give me that, Draco, we’re past all that shit. I pulled you back from the edge of a tower and held you while you cried.”
Draco didn’t want to admit that Y/N was right, so he stayed quiet. He hadn’t meant to get angry, sometimes he just can’t control it.
“I’ve been thinking,” Y/N said. “About Snape.”
“What about him?” Draco asked.
“If you’d let me finish.” Y/N shot Draco a look. “I’m not sure what side he’s on, but if he were truly loyal to Voldemort, he wouldn’t have helped us. What if he’s a double agent?”
Draco looked confused. “Double agent for who?”
“The Order.” Y/N explained, which told Draco nothing. “Of the Phoenix. Dumbledore’s version of the Death-Eaters, except no one’s there against their will.”
“Where do I sign up?” Draco joked.
“I know you’re just joking, but I’m not. We can help Harry defeat Voldemort. They won’t send us to Azkaban because we helped them win. We’ll be free.”
Draco could hardly believe what he was hearing. “Who’s proposing crazy ideas now, huh?”
“I’ve already decided, Draco. I’m doing it. And I think you should too.”
“Why?”
Y/N scooted off the desk and stood up. “Because I care about you and want to-”
“But why?” Draco demanded, losing control again. “Why on Earth do you care about me? I’m a fucking terrible person! I’ve just told you that I’ve been ordered to assassinate the fucking headmaster and you still refuse to see how bad I am.”
“You aren’t bad!” Y/N shouted back. She hadn’t meant to raise her voice but she couldn’t help it. “You do what you have to do to survive, Draco. Just like me! If you’re bad then so am I.”
Y/N wasn’t sure why her voice had cracked, but when tears blurred her vision, she realised. Quickly, she turned away from Draco. She couldn’t let him see her cry.
“Hey,” Draco whispered. “You’re not bad, okay? Don’t ever think that. I’m sorry that I yelled at you, I shouldn’t have done that. Come here.”
He took Y/N is his arms, holding her close to his chest. He could feel her warmth and the shaking of her shoulders as she cried. He tucked her head under his chin, stroking her hair gently.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warning: use of force and non-consensual things (not of a sexual nature)
Midnight.
Y/N slipped out of bed, dressed still in her school uniform, and crept out of her dormitory. Padding down the dark corridor, she remembered the way to the Room of Requirement from her Common Room.
She waited outside the Room of Requirement where they had agreed to meet. Draco wasn’t here yet, so Y/N assumed she was early. Minutes passed, but he still didn’t show. If only she had a watch.
“Y/L/N.” Snape’s voice broke the silence.
Y/N jumped. Snape had seemed to come out of nowhere, scaring her. Oh shit, she thought, I’m in trouble now.
“I believe you are waiting for Mr Malfoy, no?” Y/N nodded. “He’s already gone.”
“Gone?” Y/N repeated, her voice urgent. “Gone where?”
“Malfoy Manor. We’ve been summoned for a meeting.” Snape explained. “Come with me.”
-
Y/N and Snape arrived at the Manor. When they entered the drawing-room, it already had occupants. Draco, like Snape had said, Draco’s mother and father, Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenrir Greyback, Y/N’s father and of course, Voldemort himself.
“Ah, Y/N.” Voldemort greeted. “Thank you for joining us. Take a seat.”
It wasn’t an offer, it was an order. Y/N’s heart pounded as she took a seat in a chair pressed up against the wall. On either side of her stood her father and Greyback, as though on guard.
Across the room stood Draco, beside his parents. He looked equally as terrified as Y/N, but only for a split second, after which he looked ahead stoically, avoiding Y/N’s gaze.
“Thank you all for coming tonight,” Voldemort said. No one dared to say anything. “We’re all here to check on young Draco and Y/N. To make sure they are getting on with their respective tasks.”
Voldemort moved towards Draco. Y/N saw Draco’s mother squeeze his hand in reassurance. Draco bowed his head in respect to the Dark Lord.
“Draco,” Voldemort leered. “How have you been finding your task?”
Draco kept his eyes averted, staring at the floor instead. “Challenging, my Lord. I’ve been working to repair a Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement. It’s difficult, but every day I make progress.”
“And how does this Cabinet help with your task?”
Draco swallowed. “It has a sister, at Borgin and Burkes. It means, once I’ve fixed it, you can enter Hogwarts without apparating.”
Bellatrix gasped and laughed menacingly. Draco’s father, Lucius, looked proud of his son for once. Voldemort looked pleased. He nodded, moving away from Draco.
“Y/N,” said the Dark Lord, turning to look at her. “I trust he is telling the truth.”
Y/N nodded. Then her father jabbed her with his elbow, prompting her to speak up. “Yes, my Lord.” She replied.
“Tell me, Y/N, does Draco know of your task?”
Y/N’s shoulders tensed. Something wasn’t quite right. “Yes.” She admitted, knowing the consequences if she lied.
“And, do you know of Draco’s?”
“No, my Lord.”
This answer did not seem to please the Dark Lord. He thought she was lying. A looked to Fenrir Greyback.
A large pair of hands grabbed Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her up. She flinched at the shock and the dull pain from Greyback’s claws grazing her skin. Y/N willed herself to not show her fear or look to Draco for help. He wouldn’t help her here.
“Severus,” Voldemort commanded. “The Veritiserum.”
Snape pulled a vial of Veritaserum out of his robes, placing it in Voldemort’s outstretched hand. Y/N’s father took the vial, unstoppered it and forced the liquid down Y/N’s throat while Greyback restrained her.
Y/N’s heart pounded and she could barely keep her breathing under control. She had known something wasn’t right, but she didn’t know what.
“I hope you don’t mind, Y/N,” Voldemort sneered. “I just want to ask you a few questions.”
Y/N knew she couldn’t lie, so she kept her mouth shut. She had no choice but to answer the questions.
“Would you say you and Draco are friends?” Voldemort asked.
The less Y/N said, the better. “Yes, my Lord.”
“Perhaps more than friends?” Voldemort persisted.
“Getting involved in teenager’s love lives, are we?”
Y/N was struck across the face. The sound of her slap echoed through the drawing-room. She’d been hit enough times to know exactly who hit her. The only person whose ever hit her was her father.
“Don’t you dare talk back to the Dark Lord!” Her father bellowed.
Y/N’s cheek stung, filling her eyes with tears that she fought to keep down.
“Volkan,” Voldemort warned. “I’ll make this quick, shall I? Have you and Draco talked about running away together?”
At the mention of his name, Draco looked up from the floor for the first time since Y/N had arrived. Y/N had no idea how Voldemort knew this. But Draco did.
“Yes,” Y/N said.
“Is that so?” asked Voldemort.
Lucius glowered at Y/N. It was clear to him that she was tainting his precious son. Y/N ignored his glare.
“We talked about running away from Hogwarts. To join you permanently, my Lord.” Y/N blurted. “We are afraid that after we have completed the task, we will no longer be of use to you and therefore left behind.”
Voldemort stepped towards Y/N. “My dear Y/N, we would never leave you behind. Did we not welcome you with open arms when you joined us this summer?”
“Of course, my Lord. But we worry that. because we’re just children, we aren’t of as much use to you as others.”
“I can assure you, that is not the case. But you will not be running from Hogwarts. That is the only place where you are more powerful than I.”
Snape stepped forward. “My Lord, if you are finished, may I return to Hogwarts with Malfoy and Y/L/N before someone notices they are missing?”
The Dark Lord signalled to Greyback to release Y/N. “Very well, Severus. Draco, keep us updated on your progress with the Cabinet.”
With her face throbbing and her shoulders aching, Y/N obediently bowed before the Dark Lord and followed behind Snape who was leading the way back to Hogwarts.
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Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: mentions of su*cide, angst
“Just so you know, I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Y/N and Draco were in the Room of Requirement working on the Cabinet. Draco, who seemed to know what he was doing, set to work mending it. Y/N, on the other hand, had no clue where to even start.
“You’re here, that’s all that matters,” Draco said distractedly.
It was their first time working on the Cabinet together. Just the night before, Draco had been stood at the edge of the Astronomy Tower but tonight he seemed perfectly fine, though Y/N knew that wasn’t the case.
After talking Draco down, Y/N felt guilty for not visiting him in the hospital wing. He obviously needed someone to talk to, and Y/N was the only person he could truly talk to about his situation. She dreaded to think what would’ve happened if she hadn’t woken up.
“Why did you come to the Tower last night?” Draco asked. He was crouched down, concentrating on what he was doing while he asked, making a heavy question sound casual.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: mentions of su*cide, angst
“Just so you know, I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Y/N and Draco were in the Room of Requirement working on the Cabinet. Draco, who seemed to know what he was doing, set to work mending it. Y/N, on the other hand, had no clue where to even start.
“You’re here, that’s all that matters,” Draco said distractedly.
It was their first time working on the Cabinet together. Just the night before, Draco had been stood at the edge of the Astronomy Tower but tonight he seemed perfectly fine, though Y/N knew that wasn’t the case.
After talking Draco down, Y/N felt guilty for not visiting him in the hospital wing. He obviously needed someone to talk to, and Y/N was the only person he could truly talk to about his situation. She dreaded to think what would’ve happened if she hadn’t woken up.
“Why did you come to the Tower last night?” Draco asked. He was crouched down, concentrating on what he was doing while he asked, making a heavy question sound casual.
“I have nightmares, and while you were in the hospital, I would go there to calm down and think.” Y/N admitted. She had never told anyone about her nightmares.
“I get those too.”
“Is that why you went there?”
Draco looked up from what he was doing, standing up straight. He was serious all of a sudden.
“Can I tell you something?” Draco asked. “It’s crazy but I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“You can tell me anything.” Y/N reassured him.
During his stay in the hospital wing, Draco had thought of something and since then, he had barely been able to think about much else. He knew it was insane but at the same time, it made perfect sense to him.
“I’ve been thinking, after all…this…is over, we could get out of here,” Draco said.
“How do you mean?”
“Run away. Me and you.”
Y/N hadn’t expected this. Of course, she had thought of running away on her own during summer, but she knew she wouldn’t make it five miles without being caught and killed. With Draco, though, perhaps they stood a chance.
“You’re right, it is crazy.” Y/N remarked. “Draco, I don’t even know what this is.”
Draco didn’t even bother to hide his disappointment. “What are you talking about?”
“This.” Y/N insisted, gesturing around them. “I don’t know what we’re doing right now, I don’t know what your task from You-Know-Who is, I don’t know what’s going on between us-”
“Us?” Draco cut in sharply. “What about us?”
“I mean, you kissed me in Hogsmeade for a start.”
“I was drunk.” He snapped.
Draco’s disappointment became anger. He wasn’t sure why he was getting so angry. He had expected Y/N to want to run away with him, and the fact that she didn’t upset him. He thought she would want to, but she didn’t.
“So there’s nothing?” Y/N demanded.
Draco didn’t respond. If he did, he knew he’d say something he’d regret. Maybe even ruin their friendship. Truthfully, he didn’t know how he felt about Y/N. He’d never been so confused about his feelings for anyone in his life.
He crouched back down and resumed what he was doing in the hopes that Y/N would just let it go.
“Okay,” Y/N whispered under her breath, seemingly to herself. And she let it go.
-
Y/N didn’t say much to Draco for the rest of the night. She didn’t say anything to him for the rest of the week. Draco felt as though he had ruined his chance to actually talk to Y/N about his feelings. He’d had the perfect opportunity, and he felt he had wasted it.
Tonight, Draco needed Y/N’s help working on the Cabinet. He had worked on it alone for a few nights but he missed her company. He somehow had to ask her to meet him discreetly.
It was a study period, and Y/N was in the library, studying on a table by herself. Draco wrote a note, folded it in half, and slipped it onto her desk as he walked past her.
Y/N looked up to see Draco walking away. She opened the note.
-
Screwing up the note, she picked up a textbook and headed to the restricted section to ‘return’ it to the shelves. She went to an empty aisle, away from prying eyes, where she had seen Draco go.
“I need your help with the Cabinet tonight.” Draco came up behind her as she was putting the book back.
“Not even like a 'hey’?” Y/N asked in a whisper.
Draco made a face. “What’s got you in a tizzy?"
Y/N just rolled her eyes. "Same time, same place?”
Y/N was being short with Draco, he could tell. She was annoyed at him, or maybe at something else, but she was definitely taking it out on him.
“You don’t sound very happy about it.”
“I’m thrilled, Draco,” Y/N’s voice was venomous. “Thrilled to be helping you do something when you won’t even tell me why we’re doing it."
Draco felt some relief. He had thought perhaps she was angry at him for not telling her how he feels. "I’ll tell you everything. Tonight, okay? Please meet me."
Y/N knew she wouldn’t deny him, and he had said he would tell her tonight. "Fine.” Y/N said, and she turned and walked away.
Draco watched as she sat back down at her desk and carried on studying as if nothing had happened.
-
“Where is it?” Draco mumbled to himself as he tore his bed apart.
He was getting quite agitated. It had been a few days now and he still hadn’t found his journal. It was very important to him. He couldn’t bear the thought of someone reading it and finding out about his feelings for Y/N.
It wasn’t there. Perhaps he had left it in the Room of Requirement? After all, that is where he goes to write in it. Where no one would ever catch him. He would look for it there tonight.
-
Draco hadn’t slept, because he had to get up at midnight to meet Y/N outside the Room of Requirement. When the clock showed five minutes to midnight, he climbed out of bed, got dressed into a black suit and slid out of the dormitory.
Walking down the dark corridor, Draco saw a figure waiting in a corner. At first, he thought it was Y/N. But then, the figure spoke.
“Malfoy,” came Snape’s drawl. “We’ve all been summoned. Head to the Manor. I’ll pass the message onto Y/L/N."
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: <1k
Warnings:TRIGGER WARNING!!! mentions of tortures, nighmares and su*cide so pls pls don’t read if you’re sensitive to these topics
“Crucio!” Her father cried.
Y/N screamed. The pain was unbearable. She was sure she was dying, this must be what that feels like. She screamed and screamed.
At first, Y/N was stubborn. She refused to scream, refused to plead. But it had been days. She was starving, she was tired. The pain wouldn’t stop.
“Please stop!” Y/N cried. Her throat was raw from screaming. She couldn’t scream any more.
It stopped. In her place stood Draco, her father using the Cruciatus curse on him while he called out in pain.
Y/N woke with a start. The nightmares that plagued her sleep every night were always the same, but they never got less terrifying.
Still shaking from the nightmare, Y/N headed to the Astronomy Tower bundled in an oversized jumper. The floor of the dark, empty hallways of Hogwarts reverberated her footsteps.
When she got to the top of the Astronomy Tower, someone was already there. His white-blonde hair gave him away. Draco. Y/N hadn’t even realised he’d been let out of the hospital wing yet.
It immediately struck Y/N that something was wrong. Draco was stood on the edge of the tower, looking at the ground below.
“Draco?” She asked softly.
He whirled around. “Get back!”
“What are you doing?” Y/N asked although she thought she knew the answer.
It was a cold night, and Draco wore only an untucked shirt and trousers. Even in her warm pyjamas, Y/N felt cold so Draco must have been freezing.
“You were right. That first night we talked. There’s no way out.” Draco’s eyes glinted. “I can’t do it. He knows I can’t. He set me up to fail. He’ll kill me, and my family.”
Draco had never felt so low. He felt hopeless, like there was no point in going on any more. There seemed to be no way he could complete his task, and if he failed then Voldemort would kill him and his parents.
“Draco,” Y/N pleaded. “Don’t do this.”
The wind was particularly strong that night, both her and Draco’s hair whipped around them. There was a look in Draco’s eye. A dangerous and determined look.
“I don’t have a choice.” His voice cracked. Tears began to slide down his cheeks. His breath was ragged, and his hands were shaking. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was from fear or from the cold.
“I know. I understand not having a choice. I don’t have one either. But you have me. Please, Draco.”
Draco’s shoulders shook with repressed sobs. He was precariously balanced on the edge, one wrong move, and he would fall. That didn’t sound so bad, he had thought.
“Let me tell you a story.” Y/N said.
“Right now? I’m standing on the edge of a tower, and you want to tell me a story?” Draco said, astonished.
Y/N hoped the story would not only distract Draco but make him change his mind. “It’s a long one.”
Draco said nothing, so Y/N decided to go on.
“My mother wasn’t a Death-Eater, but she went to all the meetings in support of my father. Like your mum does. Anyway, one day, Voldemort…took a liking to her, if you get what I mean. And she rejected him because she loved my father. She was loyal to him.
When she told my father about what Voldemort had tried to do, she thought he would be on her side. He wasn’t. "Nobody denies the Dark Lord.” He said. It was his idea to have my mother killed as punishment. I was only a baby. He’d rather have a motherless child than a wife who was disloyal to the Dark Lord.
This summer, he asked me to become a Death-Eater. I said no, so he tortured me. He used the Cruciatus curse on me until I gave in. If I’d still refused, he would have killed me.“
"I didn’t know your mother was dead,” Draco said.
“That wasn’t the point of the story. The point was that my family didn’t make it out intact, but yours can. If you do this, not only will you die, but so will your mum and dad. And me.”
Draco was still crying, but he seemed calmer now.
“But if you don’t, whatever has driven you to do this, we’ll fix it. Together. I’ll help you. And your family will stand a chance.” Y/N held her hand out. “Please, Draco, take my hand.”
Draco looked down at Y/N’s extended hand.
It seemed Y/N was more like him than he thought. She also did not want this life. It was forced on her, just like it was him. He felt sorry for Y/N. At least he had a mother who loved him and a father who only wanted to do what’s best for his family. Y/N’s father was much worse. Now he understood why she never went home.
He knew he had two options: jump or take Y/N’s hand. She said she would help him, God knows he needs it. Maybe, with Y/N’s help, they could complete his task. Then, perhaps…
Slowly, he reached for her hand. His fingers interlocked with hers, warmth spreading through his hand. She cautiously guided him away from the edge, towards her.
He collapsed into Y/N’s arms and she held him as he cried.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warnings:trigger warning!! mentions of blood and injury
When term started, things turned for the worst.
Firstly, seeing as every bird that Draco sent through the Vanishing Cabinet came back dead, it seemed he was going to have to try another way.
He attempted a poisoned wine for Slughorn to give to Dumbledore for Christmas but seeing as Dumbledore was still alive, it was clear it hadn’t made it to him.
Not only that, but Katie Bell was back from St Mungo’s, which spelt trouble. He knew Potter was suspicious of him and would try to extract information from Katie.
Draco supposed at least one good thing happened: Y/N didn’t ask him about the kiss. Maybe she didn’t even remember it. He wondered if that was actually a good thing or not.
As Draco headed to lunch one day, he saw Potter talking with Katie. At the sight of her, Draco felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. He didn’t want to do this, but he had no choice. It was kill or be killed.
Y/N saw Draco storm out of the Great Hall as she headed to lunch. In his wake, trailed Harry Potter. Y/N knew this was a bad sign. She began to follow Potter.
They led her to the boys’ bathroom where Moaning Mrytle tended to lurk. Y/N could see Draco crying at the sink. Her heart wrenched at the sight of him so broken.
Draco’s shoulders heaved as he struggled to control his breathing. His head felt light, and his trembling hands grappled for the sink to steady himself.
Y/N stayed hidden, watching Harry as he approached apprehensively.
“I know what you did, Malfoy,” Harry accused. “You hexed her, didn’t you?”
Draco stopped crying. He turned to look at Potter and with a swish of his wand, sent a curse flying towards him. Harry dodged it. The two boys began duelling, throwing spells and hexes at each other, bursting a sink pipe which caused the bathroom to flood.
Harry cried out: “Sectumsempra!”
Draco collapsed with a splash.
All Y/N’s inhibitions went out the window. “Draco!” Y/N cried, rushing over to the bleeding figure on the floor. “No, no, no.” She muttered over and over. She put her hands on his chest to try and stop the bleeding. Draco’s chest rose and fell at an accelerated rate.
Y/N panicked. She’d never seen a curse like this. She had no idea what counter-curse to use. She looked at her hands, coated in Draco’s blood that had seeped through his white shirt, staining it.
She went to look at Harry for help. If he knows the curse, he must know the counter-curse. Harry was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the looming figure of Snape towered above her.
“Help him!” She pleaded. “Please!”
Wasting no time, Snape began performing the counter-curse. All the blood that stained the water slowly disappeared, the deep red gashes on Draco’s chest were reduced to long red slits as his breathing returned to normal. Y/N’s hands, which were still covered in blood, shook with fear and adrenaline.
“Y/L/N,” Snape drawled. “Go and clean yourself up, I’ll take Malfoy to the hospital wing.”
-
Draco woke up in the hospital wing in immense pain. His chest had deep gashes on it, although they had already begun to heal. Unfortunately for Draco, he remembered everything that had happened.
He remembered Potter hexing him with a curse he had never heard of before. He remembered Y/N crying out his name, desperately trying to stop his bleeding. He remembered Snape healing him with a counter-curse and bringing him to the hospital wing.
“You’re healing up just fine, lovely,” Madam Pomfrey had told him. “If you’re lucky, it won’t even scar.”
The only thing Draco had on his mind was Y/N. He wanted to see her so badly. And even though he knew she wouldn’t visit him, part of him still held out hope that she would. Had his chest not been causing him so much pain, he would have snuck out of the hospital wing to see her.
“You have a visitor, Mr Malfoy.” Madam Pomfrey said.
His heart leapt at the possibility but dropped when Pansy walked in. He had been hoping for Y/N.
She never came.
-
Draco was in the hospital wing for a few weeks. Y/N was desperate to talk to him but couldn’t bring herself to visit him. She knew she should. If the Dark Lord found out she had allowed Draco to get injured, she would surely be punished.
She had overheard his friends talking about him a few days after the incident.
“I went to see Draco today.” Pansy Parkinson had said.
She was sat with Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott and Daphne Greengrass at a table in the library where Y/N was trying to study to distract herself.
“How is he?” Blaise asked.
“He’s awake, and he says it doesn’t hurt much. Madam Pomfrey says he’s healing quite well.”
Theo asked, “Would he still not tell you what happened?"
Pansy shook her head. "He didn’t mention it, and I didn’t want to ask.”
It was a relief to Y/N to hear that he was okay. She wished she could visit him, but she couldn’t risk the fact that people could become suspicious.
She wondered if there was an alternate universe where she and Draco were friends, and neither of them was plagued by the Dark Lord. Where they could just be kids and grow up normal like everyone else. Where they didn’t fear for their life every day.
While Draco was in the hospital, Y/N’s nightmares changed. Instead of her usual nightmare, her sleep was tormented with images of Draco being hurt. These nightmares felt far too real for Y/N’s liking.
Every night while Draco was recovering, Y/N headed up to the top of the Astronomy Tower, where she would sit and think. Sometimes for a short while, sometimes until the sun came up.
She would think of her family, what could have been if Voldemort had never risen to power the first time. She would think of Draco, the boy who had no choice. He needed someone, he needed to be loved. Y/N felt deep sadness when she thought of him. She wanted so badly to help him. To save him.
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“In today’s class, we will each take turns to look into the Mirror Of Erised,” announced Professor Lupin. “Those of you who want to may choose to share with the class. However, you are not obligated to do so.”
The class formed a line in front of the Mirror, chattering among themselves. Y/N stuck close by Hermione, just behind them was Harry and Ron.
“Hey, Y/N,” Harry whispered.
Y/N turned to see what Harry wanted. “Yeah?”
“I dare you to pretend you see Malfoy’s dad in the Mirror.”
Ron snickered. “That’ll piss him right off.”
“Give me 5 Galleons and I will.” Y/N said.
Harry rummaged in his pocket and gave Y/N a handful of gold coins. Turning back around, Y/N smirked to herself as she put the Galleons in her pocket.
Summary: no Voldemort AU (draco isn’t a death-eater and cedric is alive), set in sixth year, Cedric is in the same year as Y/N.
Word count: 2.2k
A/N: this one is inspired by @aliyanzinsurance on TikTok! this is the first installment of my TikTok series !
“In today’s class, we will each take turns to look into the Mirror Of Erised,” announced Professor Lupin. “Those of you who want to may choose to share with the class. However, you are not obligated to do so.”
The class formed a line in front of the Mirror, chattering among themselves. Y/N stuck close by Hermione, just behind them was Harry and Ron.
“Hey, Y/N,” Harry whispered.
Y/N turned to see what Harry wanted. “Yeah?”
“I dare you to pretend you see Malfoy’s dad in the Mirror.”
Ron snickered. “That’ll piss him right off.”
“Give me 5 Galleons and I will.” Y/N said.
Harry rummaged in his pocket and gave Y/N a handful of gold coins. Turning back around, Y/N smirked to herself as she put the Galleons in her pocket.
Before long, it was Y/N’s turn. She looked around for Draco, who was sulking over by his table close to the front of the class. She took a deep breath and willed herself not to crack a smile.
She looked into the Mirror.
“What do you see, Y/N?” Ron asked, trying to suppress laughter.
“Draco,” Y/N said wistfully, and the chattering quietened. “Is that your dad?”
The whole class, except for Draco himself, burst into laughter. Even Neville (who had looked as if he were about to cry since he had looked into the Mirror).
“Alright, that’s enough, Y/N.” Professor Lupin said although he looked as though he was amused too.
At the end of class, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Y/N were still laughing about it as they walked down the corridor. The four of them roared with laughter until Draco called out from behind them.
“Oi, Y/N!” He called. Followed by his goons, he was fast approaching the group. He stopped right up close in Y/N’s face. “My father will hear about this, you filthy blood-traitor.”
Y/N smirked at Draco. “Oh, good. Tell him I said hi.” She quipped.
With a scowl, Draco whirled around and stormed off, his goons trailing behind him, shooting death glares at Y/N.
When she turned to look at the group, the trio looked as if they were about to burst. Ron laughed first, and the other two followed soon after. Y/N also couldn’t contain her laughter.
-
It was an exceptionally hot day. Y/N and the trio were walking around the school grounds, making the most of the weekend’s heatwave.
“Hey, Y/N!” Called a voice from behind.
The four turned to see where the voice came from. Fred and George were bounding towards them across the green.
“We’ve got a dare for you,” said Fred
Y/N was used to Fred and George daring her to do stuff they know will get her in trouble if she got caught. She was sure this would be no different.
“Oh, yeah?” She said. “What is it?
"Jump in the lake,” George said, nodding towards the Black Lake that was currently glistening in the midday sun.
Y/N had to admit, the lake looked cool and inviting in the heat. And who was she to turn down a dare?
“Alright, I will if you do.” She said back.
And that’s how Y/N, Fred and George ended up climbing out of the Black Lake while Professor McGonagall shouted at them. The three Gryffindors were dripping onto the parched grass.
“Fred, George, I didn’t exactly expect better of you,” McGonagall scowled. “But Y/N….I didn’t expect much different of you either actually. Go and dry yourselves off and come straight to my office!”
Y/N jabbed an elbow into both Weasley twins on either side of her. “Nice one, dickheads.” She grumbled, but she wasn’t really angry at them. She’d been to McGonagall’s office enough times now.
She stalked her way into the building, leaving Harry, Ron and Hermione to walk the grounds some more. As she entered the castle, a white-blonde head walked past her.
Y/N had forgotten about the dare with the Mirror until just now. Truthfully, she felt a little bad about it. Chasing him down, she called out his name.
“Draco! Hey, Draco!”
The blonde-haired boy turned around to see Y/N heading in his direction. He scowled, rolled his eyes and turned back around to carry on walking.
“Wait!” Y/N called. "I didn’t mean it. I didn’t see your dad in the Mirror. It was a joke, Harry dared me to do it.”
By now, Draco had once again turned to face Y/N. “Why are you wet?” Draco asked with a disgusted expression.
“Fred and George dared me to jump in the lake.” Y/N explained.
“Do you always do whatever someone dares you to?”
Y/N thought. “Nine times out of ten, yeah.”
Y/N had never been this close to Draco before. She had never realised how beautiful he was, in such a delicate way. He smelled of mint and cologne, and his eyes were a sombre grey.
“Well then,” he drawled. “I dare you…
"Y/N!” Y/N spun around. “Come on, McGonagall’s office.”
“Alright!” Y/N yelled back to Fred and George. She turned back to Draco, who despite being interrupted, looked rather amused. “Ask me later?”
“I will.”
-
Many of Y/N’s study periods were spent in the library with Harry, Ron and Hermione. Today was no exception. Despite Y/N getting in trouble a lot for causing mischief, she was a very bright student who always got high marks.
Around them, students were whispering amongst themselves about the Summer Ball that was coming up to mark the end of the school year.
“Y/N,” Ron whispered. “Fred and George say they saw you talking to Malfoy the other day.”
Y/N looked up from her textbook. “Yeah, I was. I felt bad about the joke we played on him.”
“Why, he’s an arsehole.” Harry chimed in, not looking up from his parchment.
“He’s not an arsehole. You don’t know what he’s got going on at home.”
Harry looked up now, his eyes shooting daggers at Y/N. “Neither do you.”
“Well no, but I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt.”
Hermione had either been so immersed in her reading that she hadn’t been listening, or she was listening to the whole thing but not speaking up. That usually meant she was on Y/N’s side but didn’t want to upset Harry or Ron.
“Why?” Ron asked, taking Harry’s side. “He wouldn’t do that for you.”
Y/N was amazed by how uncompassionate the boys were being. “Treat people how you want to be treated, not the way they treat you.”
With that, she rolled up her parchment, picked up her textbook and left.
As she stalked down the corridor, from behind, she felt someone grab her wrist. Stopping to turn around, she had expected it to be Hermione, who always acted at the peace-keeper. Instead, Y/N was surprised to see Draco.
“I heard what you said,” he admitted, letting go of her wrist. “No one’s ever stood up for me before.”
Y/N just shrugged. She hadn’t realised Draco was even in the library.
“Do you have a date to the Ball yet?” He asked.
Y/N shook her head. “No, why?”
“Then I dare you to be my date to the Ball.”
“Draco,” Y/N said. “If you want me to go to the ball with you, you can just ask.”
Draco shook his head. “Not like that, just to piss off Potter.”
If it was only a dare, then there was no harm in saying yes. Besides, she was annoyed at Harry. And what better way to get back at him than to go to the Ball with Draco. He would get over it eventually.
“Alright, I’ll do it.”
-
“You won’t believe it.” Hermione announced as she came into the Gryffindor Common Room, where Harry and Ron were ‘studying’.
“What?” asked Ron.
“Cedric asked Y/N to the Summer Ball.”
“No way!” cried Harry in astonishment.
Hermione shook her head. “She said no.”
“WHAT?” Harry and Ron exclaimed simultaneously.
“She said someone’s already asked her,” Hermione revealed.
The three of them looked at each other in shock. They knew about Y/N’s small, little crush on Cedric, and couldn’t believe she had said no to him. More importantly, she hadn’t told them about who she was going with.
“Who on Earth is better for her than Cedric?” Harry asked. “You don’t…you don’t think she’s going with Malfoy, do you?
"Of course not!” cried Hermione. “Unless…Ron, have Fred and George dared her to do it?”
Ron shrugged. “Not that I know of.”
While the trio discussed who might have dared Y/N to go the Ball with, Y/N headed back to the Coom Room from her lesson with Snape.
“Well, that was atrocious.” Y/N said as she climbed through the portrait hole. The trio looked in Y/N’s direction shiftily. “What?”
“Y/N,” said Hermione. “You’re not going to the Ball with Malfoy are you?”
Y/N dropped her bag on the floor and plopped onto the sofa opposite. “Yeah, why?”
“Why would you do that?!” Harry lashed out.
“He asked me, and I said yes.”
All three Gryffindors looked in horror at Y/N, as if she had killed someone. Y/N decided not to tell the trio that Draco had dared her to go with him because truthfully, there was a part of Y/N that wanted to go with him.
“Have you considered that it could be a joke? So he can make fun of you?” Hermione asked, being the reasonable one.
“Of course I have,” Y/N lied. She hadn’t considered that. “And if that turns out to be the case, I have a few tricks up my sleeve, okay?”
Y/N hadn’t even thought of the possibility that Draco could have been repaying the joke on her. With only one more sleep until the Ball, Y/N had to come up with some kind of plan in case that happened.
-
Y/N was going to be so pissed if she had spent all this time getting ready just for this whole thing to be a joke. She’d spent hours putting on makeup and styling her hair. She matched her dress with Draco’s house, a beautiful emerald satin gown with a slit in the leg. She had painted her nails, shaved her legs and slipped on some matching heels.
Despite who she was going with, the trio waited for Y/N to be ready, and they all headed to the Great Hall together. Harry, who was attending with Ginny, didn’t say much to Y/N and headed into the Hall without saying goodbye. Hermione, who was going with Ron, lingered behind in the foyer with Y/N.
“Go on in, you two,” Y/N said. “I’ll wait out here for Draco.”
“Are you sure?” Hermione asked, clearly almost as anxious as Y/N.
Y/N nodded and watched as Hermione and Ron headed in.
Behind her, Y/N heard someone clear their throat. She whirled around to see Draco stood there, hands clasped in front of him. He wore a black suit with an emerald green tie, the same shade as Y/N’s dress. His fingers were adorned with rings, and his hair was perfectly styled.
“You look beautiful,” he said, eyeing Y/N up from head to toe.
“Thank you,” Y/N smiled. “So do you.”
Draco smiled too and offered an arm to Y/N. “Shall we?”
The two headed into the Great Hall, where the music was playing from the live band. Friends and couples flooded the dance floor, while some sat at tables, sharing drinks and laughter.
“Want a drink?” Y/N shouted over the music.
“I’ll get it,” said Draco, heading over to the drinks table.
Without him by her side, Y/N felt exposed and anxious. What if this was the moment he would get his revenge? What if he just never came back and left her alone? All sorts of horrible scenarios ran through Y/N’s mind until Draco returned, a drink in each hand.
“Here,” he said, handing her a cup.
“Thanks,” she replied, taking a small sip to make sure it hadn’t been messed with.
Draco, noticing this, put his drink down. “Would you like to dance?” He asked.
“Sure.”
-
Outside, the air was much cooler. It had been Y/N who suggested going for a walk to cool off. They had been dancing for a while now, and it was getting unbearably hot inside.
“So,” Draco said as the two walked side by side around the castle grounds. “What tricks do you have up your sleeve?”
“What?”
“I heard you had a plan in case this turned out to be a joke.”
“Oh, I lied,” Y/N confessed. “I’m just really hoping it’s not.”
“It isn’t.”
As the pair walked, the moon reflected brightly off of the Black Lake, giving Draco’s hair a celestial glow. Y/N’s hair blew gently in the breeze, brushing over her bare shoulders. She felt her hand brush against Draco’s.
“Okay,” Y/N said. “My turn to dare you.
Draco chuckled. "I suppose that’s only fair.”
“I dare you…” Y/N thought for a minute. “Oh, fuck it.”
She reached up on her toes and pressed her lips to his. Draco eased into the kiss, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s waist to pull her closer. He tasted like mint, and his cheek was soft under Y/N’s touch.
Eventually, the kiss was over. Draco’s arm stayed around Y/N’s waist and she leant her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck.
