A week passed by without any further discussion of Draco Malfoy, or Y/N’s father. Frankly, the girl was just happy to have Cedric in her life the way she did, meaning the effect of Draco’s cold glares and that growing pit of curiosity she’d buried were stifled almost entirely. Almost. On the blond’s end, it almost seemed as if he had been sure she would come back. So, the longer she didn’t, the more bitter she watched the Slytherin grow. It was only at the end of the week, during which Draco had been especially frigid with the two Hufflepuffs, that Cedric spoke. But, when he did, his words certainly startled his girlfriend.
“I reckon we should talk to him,” he said as they left Potions class.
The sun shone magnificently on the cold day. The girl, folding her arms across her crisp black robes, stopped. The two had just emerged from the dungeons, the air sharp and cool as it snapped against her cheeks. Students in the corridor bustled noisily past without a care, and birds chirped encouragingly from the nearby greenery.
“What are you on about?” the girl asked questioningly.
“Don’t get me wrong, I hate the git,” he added cooly, “but he might know something about your father.”
“So?” she said defeatedly. “I cut him out, remember?”
“Right,” the brunette clicked his tongue, “that’s why I said ‘we’.”
She folded her potions book under her arm with a tilt of her head.
“Huh?”
“If the both of us talk to him, maybe we can get through to him,” Cedric elaborated.
“Cedric, he hates our guts,” she reminded him.
“Not our,” he corrected, “my.”
She grimaced.
“Well it’s true,” he shrugged in defeat.
“I’m not so sure.”
A contemplative silence ensued. Then they resumed walking. The halls emptied as students made their way to lunch, leaving the slow-moving pair in a thoughtful stroll.
“I don’t get it,” she chuckled, “why would you of all people want to help Draco?”
“Simple,” he replied at once, “for you. You deserve the truth.”
The girl sighed, full of so much love for the boy.
“That’s very sweet, Ced” she smiled softly. “But, aren’t you forgetting he nearly killed a girl? And that he’s likely a death eater?”
“Course’ not,” the Hufflepuff grinned. “That’s the only somewhat leverage we have on the ferret. And we haven’t said a word on it.”
“Meaning?” she asked confusedly.
“Meaning,” he stopped, “either he helps you, or we out his misdeeds for good.”
Cedric’s big blue-green eyes sparkled in the sunlight, the boy looking as handsome as ever as he blinked down at his girl. Y/N’s mouth fell into a hard line, the words ringing uncomfortably and weirdly in her ears as she stared up at her boyfriend. She wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that, after all. And then, at once, they were conveniently interrupted by a boy with a mess of black hair and a prominent scar on his forehead.
“Harry!” the girl chuckled in uncomfortable surprise.
“Hullo,” he waved with an on-brand nod of greeting.
Then, not knowing how else but to skip the niceties, he mumbled with a wave of his hand.
“Y/N, have a moment?” he asked distantly.
“Erm,” she cleared her throat, eyes darting to Cedric’s, “is this about Draco?”
The boy-who-lived read the two Hufflepuff’s with a squint, a crease forming between his brow.
“Malfoy, yeah,” Harry said timidly, eyeing Cedric. “Does he–” Harry began.
“I’ve let him in on everything, yeah,” the girl answered Potter’s hanging phrase.
Harry didn’t judge, only observed curiously, a cautious smile dancing on the corners of his mouth. Beside her, Cedric nodded, folding his long fingers into the pockets of his robes. Not revealing a word, the Gryffindor blinked in silence for a second, his green eyes narrowing as the cogs in his brain whirred.
“Ah,” Harry shrugged at last. “Well, erm, that’s good actually. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. It’s about Katie and that cursed necklace.”
The Hufflepuff pair tensed in anticipation.
“I–” Harry began timidly, “–I think he did it. Malfoy, I mean”
Y/N and Cedric exchanged a silent glance, communicating wordlessly in their wide stares.
“What makes you say that?” Cedric feigned ignorance, moving his eyes back to Harry.
“Well, I’ve already got the itch that he’s working for Voldemort, right? But then I saw him leaving towards the castle looking desperately guilty only moments before she was cursed. And he’s been acting extra offputting this whole week since,” he rambled.
The girl clenched her jaw. His pieces were lining up, even if the latter ones had far less to do with the necklace than Harry knew. Sucking in a breath, Y/N darted her eyes to Cedric’s before responding carefully.
“I don’t know, H…” she tried.
“If the three of us all come forward,” he stammered, “surely then McGonagall or someone would listen, right?”
Probably, actually, he was right. But doing so meant severing ties with the blond for good and making him suffer a deserved but likely ghastly fate. And it also meant losing any chance of gaining intel on her father, she thought. Not that she loved Cedric’s idea morally, either. But, she felt upon his proposal that she couldn’t not try.
“Listen, Harry,” she sighed. “I don’t think it’s best unless we have actual proof.”
Harry frowned, “and have you found any?”
The girl shook her head, hating to let him down like this again. More specifically, she hated that she was keeping secrets from a dear friend.
“Draco and I haven’t been talking,” she told the half-truth.
“Again?” Harry retorted.
She winced.
“Sorry– just–” Harry caught himself, “that git is one hell of an emotional rollercoaster.”
The girl looked at Cedric, swallowing, “I know.”
He looked rather off-put, as his mouth hardened into a faux smile of assurance.
“Well,” Harry cleared his throat, “okay. I suppose you’re right. I can’t go about sounding loony with baseless accusations, even if they are true, so… okay. You’ll let me know if anything changes?”
The Hufflepuff’s made a noise of agreement, staring at the jet-black-haired boy as he pushed his glasses up his nose and made down the corridor with a sigh. She noticed he was looking a little disheveled, what with his laces undone and a rather crumpled set of robes on. Kindly, Cedric gave his friend a pat on the back as he departed, the polite smile fading from his lips as he watched him go. Then, slowly, he turned back to his girlfriend. He didn’t look all the most pleased, but what was there to do? This was them being honest with each other, after all.
“Alright, Ced,” the girl exhaled slowly, bringing each of her hands to the side of his robes as she leaned into his torso, “what do you think I should do?”
…
This time it was Y/N who sent the bird-shaped parchment Draco’s way. On it, she’d written:
. . - Y/N
Of course, what she hadn’t mentioned was that Cedric would be joining. After a rushed dinner of rosemary glazed potatoes and pork in the Great Hall, the pair slipped away into the castle and pattered over to the library. For a second, they stood outside together. The girl wore her robes still, her hair in a high pony and her lips flushed a little red. Cedric stopped, grabbing her gently by the wrist. His blue-green stare moved all over her face, his expression worried.
“You look very lovely,” he offered nervously, rubbing his thumb against her wrist.
Taken aback, the girl chuckled a bewildered thanks.
“You do,” he prodded again, moving his free hand up to brush back the loose pieces of hair she sported.
Then, eyeing her hair with an odd determination, the boy moved his hand to her hair tie, pulling her hair loose altogether.
“Ced?” she questioned, scrunching her nose as her locks fell around her halo face.
“Well, now you just look arguably more beautiful,” he huffed in annoyance, fiddling at her with his long fingers again.
“Ced– what–” the girl was laughing now as she slapped his hand back with a giggle. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” he shrugged through his lie, letting his fingers stay on her rosy cheek, “nothing. Come here.”
Then he brought his lips gently down to hers, the kiss soft and brief. Blinking through her surprise, the girl cleared her throat and stared at the towering boy’s mouth. He looked utterly love-struck, and something else, too. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think he was jealous.
“What was that for?” she mumbled softly.
“Nothing,” he lied obviously, silencing her with a peck to the lips and a grin. “Nothing.”
Struggling to breathe right, the girl came off of his lips once more, breath faltered. Regaining her composure, she smoothed her hands over her little black skirt and cleared her throat with a nod. It was odd, but she wasn’t complaining. Entering the library first, the girl slinked between its opened doors. She knew where to go immediately this time. Brushing past huge wooden oak shelves, focused huddles of students, and warm gas lamps, the girl made her way to the musty and dusty abandoned back corner of the room. Crammed between the two back shelves, she stood alone, just like last time. Recalling her previous encounter there, she reached nimbly for an old blue book on healing incantations, the one she’d skimmed the time before. Flipping it open, she barely had a second to observe its old yellowed pages before Draco Malfoy stood before her. He didn’t hide behind the opposite shelf this time, embarrassed to be seen near her. Rather, he strode quite confidently to her, his long pale fingers glittering as he pushed the book gently down from the girl’s nose with a smirk.
“Hello,” he murmured, icy blue eyes gentle.
She lowered the reading slowly, growing nervous at the proximity. He wore his uniform, too, but minus the robes. His dark emerald tie stood out against the white fabric that clenched to his definite chest. His bright white hair was neatly framed over his head. His pale and sallow features held some smug in them, she noticed.
“Hi,” she cleared her throat, setting down the book.
She gave a nervous glance around. Some nearby students had lifted their heads from the other side of the shelf. She could just make out Cedric’s tall frame approaching from the opposite side. In front of her, Draco hummed curiously.
“I was wondering how long you’d shut me out,” he spoke softly, “before you’d come back.”
The girl’s doe-eyes narrowed. Was he really that full of himself? Or was this him being vulnerable?
“I missed you,” the blond added softly, taking the girl immediately off-guard.
Perhaps it was both, she decided with a swallow. His words and that dark minty smell alike were making her head spin. She wasn’t sure how to reply. In all truth, as much as she was furious with him, this– him– she’d missed. But she couldn’t ever admit that to herself, much less Draco Malfoy. Opting for something curt, she straightened.
“Draco, I’m not doing this.”
His pale brows came together, his pink lips creasing, “hm?”
“We’re here on behalf of my father and nothing else,” she continued, leaning back away from him and into the bookshelf.
Draco’s face grew dark.
“We?” he asked dangerously.
“That’s right.”
Cedric stood behind the blond, both of his hands in his pockets as his hard gaze leveled that of the snow-white boy. Grimacing, Draco tilted his head with a scowl.
“Diggory,” he uttered with dislike.
From behind him, Cedric’s throat rumbled an acknowledgment
The smug Draco wore dissipated, the blond hardening before Y/N’s very eyes. The glitter in his icy eyes melted, a cool gray glaze replacing it.
His hands moved to his pockets, “what is this, hm?”
Cedric stepped around him now, Draco’s eyes dead-set to the girl still.
“What is this?” he repeated, flicking a finger between the two Hufflepuff’s but speaking only to one.
There was a brief silence. The girl felt as if her heart had grown tendrils that were now reaching from her chest to her throat, shutting her down from the inside out. Now the cozy library suddenly felt too hot, and the turning of yellowed pages too loud.
“If you’re going to say anything to me,” the girl said through an unconfident stammer, “it should be something the both of us are hearing.”
The Slytherin pondered this for a moment, his enrapturing eyes glinting devilishly.
“Anything?” he dared, ego consuming him.
The girl swallowed, “to the both of us.”
Draco’s lips split at once – it was as if she was just begging for it.
“Alright,” he decided with cheek, turning to the brunette with predictable spite. “I kissed her.”
He aired it so confidently that the slow stopping shuffle of nearby pages had to be an indication that his words had reached a few perked ears. Draco didn’t seem to care. As the girl swallowed, she thought back to when she’d last been with him, like this. At the time, Draco Malfoy had tried with all efforts to keep the girl a secret, a mindset he’d clearly lost interest in sporting.
Cedric sucked in a breath with a straight smile, “I know.”
And there went his cheek.
“What?” his facade crumbled quickly, his brows lowering on his handsome face.
“I know,” Y/N’s boyfriend uttered, leaning in a little this time, so he could really get it.
“I don’t–”
Draco’s face softened, then grew hard again. His snowstorm gaze was slow as it moved back to the girl’s face. She wore a look of feigned togetherness and a hint of something else… guilt? Her eyes were quick to flee to the floorboards, her bottom lip disappearing beneath the gentle bite of her teeth.
“Did–” Draco began, so soft now that his quivering was hard to place as rage or upset, “did something happen with you two?”
She hadn’t responded, but judging by the Slytherin’s next words, her and Cedric’s expressions had told him enough.
“Right,” he said, and it came as a sour, hurt, laugh. “Well, I suppose you’re in luck then, Y/N.”
Her glossy eyes lifted. His own were right where she’d left them. Buried under the familiar loathing within his demeanor, she sensed a quelled but definite rage, one he barely had on edge.
“I have nothing to say to you,” he uttered, cold and firm, his back straightening.
His stare flickered to the other boy, who folded his arms in silence.
“Diggory.”
“Still feeling cocky?” he shot back cooly, the reply fired instantaneously.
The blond’s nostrils flared, his slender fingers growing tight in unison.
“Right. You must be loving this,” he snarled sarcastically.
“As a matter of fact, I am.”
It was like watching a ticking bomb.
“Ced,” the girl perked up glumly, reaching for his arm, “don’t.”
Two blue-green eyes moved to hers, but they were shrouded in defiance. Before them, the snow-white was shaking. But then, pale fingers trembling as they came undone, Draco Malfoy stopped. That crystalline stare went dim as he turned, various curious eyes and ears tuned into the sight of his swift exit from the library. It was only after he left that Cedric spoke.
“I’m going after him,” he announced coldly, bright eyes forward.
“What?” the girl stammered, pulling her fingertips from their gentle clasp of his wrist. “He’s never going to want to help us.”
“He will,” the boy said, barely giving her a glance as he began striding forward.
“Ced! No! Ce–” the girl tripped on her boots after him.
Y/N went stumbling through a maze of novels, hands still clasped to her own book as she tried to slow the Hufflepuff with a loud library-like whisper-scream. When wandering eyes turned, her mouth closed, the girl straightening her back as a good Prefect might. Palms to her sides, she proceeded to curtly and formally chase her boyfriend through the doors of the library in silence.
“CED!” she hollered the second her feet landed outside the place.
But the boy was practically miles ahead as he hollered down at his target, Malfoy.
“Draco!” he called. “DRACO.”
Cedric’s hand touched his shoulder, and he stopped. The blond looked like he was holding it together by a half of a hair as he turned, his eyes alight with rage and facade tremoring with something more wounded. Very slowly, his lips split.
“Malfoy,” he responded.
There was that voice thick with hatred – she knew it from memory.
“Malfoy,” Cedric corrected himself with a curt smile. “Won’t you hear us out?”
“No,” he responded simply, eyes darting to the girl who came to a halt behind Cedric’s shoulder. “Not you. Not her.”
Cedric’s jaw went stiff, the boy half-turning to cast a pair of sad eyes upon his girlfriend.
“I’ll talk to him,” she tried softly, willing Cedric to listen.
His brows creased. This was grappling with logic and ego.
“Please, Ced. It’s fine.”
Her words were soft, the boy’s demeanor shrinking as he stepped back with a nod, a brown lock of hair falling handsomely over his right eye. His gaze grew defeated as he turned, moving to stand just behind the heavy-breathing Hufflepuff. Sighing with relief, the girl closed her eyes. Bomb diffused.
“Draco,” she began softly, her eyes opening.
He didn’t correct her.
“Draco, I want to know more about my father,” she spoke, stepping closer.
The boy’s ice-colored eyes doubled in size as they moved from Cedric to Y/N, his entire face softening with the like for her that he couldn’t quite hide. He shook his head with a clear of his throat, masking whatever pain was crawling around at the back of his vocal cords.
“Why is he here?” he asked back simply, dodging her plea.
“Because I trust him and I want him to be a part of this,” she responded firmly.
From behind her, Cedric’s back straightened a little.
Draco moved a hand to his emerald tie, pulling at it with unease. He looked unhappy with her reply.
“And because you kissed me,” she added definitely, moving her hair behind her ear with a glance down.
This was the answer he’d both expected and dreaded together. The boy’s lips tightened as he rubbed at his chin, the silver on his long fingers glittering. Next to her, Cedric didn’t move.
“Because you kissed me,” the girl repeated breathily, “which means you can’t be trusted alone around me.”
Draco’s frosty stare glimmered, his slender fingers dropping from his face.
“Because I can’t, or because you can’t?”
He’d asked it so softly, so calmly, that she’d barely caught it.
Feeling her throat close, the girl stammered in a wordless reply.
“Watch your mouth,” Cedric warned, turning a broad shoulder out with a glance at the Slytherin.
But Draco didn’t pay him any mind. Rather, his eyes were still locked to the flushed cheeks of the girl before him.
“Draco please,” she ignored his remark, “I’m ready for this.”
It was true, not that she knew what ‘this’ implied. Knowing more? Absolutely. Vengeance for her mother? Most certainly.
His eyes softened, “Y/N, this is so very dangerous. For bot– all of us.”
Her jaw hardened, “it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
He tilted his perfect face a little, white locks splaying across the edges of his sharp features.
“This might not work,” he tried.
“Well, then I’ll take that risk too.”
The blond sighed, his jaw pulsating as he shook his head with a sheepish laugh.
“Ever stubborn,” he said with a press of his tongue to his cheek.
The girl suppressed a smile, eyes flickering around nervously. And, for a moment there, Draco looked at ease – happy, even. Hie eyes on the girl’s uplifted mouth, the Slytherin’s smile faded slowly, his stare shifting to the Hufflepuff boy beside her. Cedric was facing him now, wearing a look of mingled stress and upset on his creased brow. As the brunette’s shoulder bumped against his girlfriend’s, Draco Malfoy grew quickly bitter.
“I don’t trust you,” Draco announced simply, his eyes dead-set on his rival.
“I don’t trust you either,” Cedric chuckled, voice thick with distaste.
“Then it’s her or nothing,” he shrugged simply.
“Draco,” the girl chimed, stepping forward.
His crystal stare moved quickly down, hurt visible behind those wide pupils. He took a step forward, lowering his voice for her.
“I do trust you, you know?” he uttered gently, sucking his lower lip beneath his teeth with a shake of his head. “That’s something you earned.”
True, she thought. Trust wasn’t something Draco Malfoy gave easily. But then again, the basis of their trust revolved around a lie she’d schemed with Harry, which of course he had no clue about.
He threw a glance at Cedric as if he wasn’t a person worth actually acknowledging, “but not him. I mean, what would I even get from this? From him?”
“The skin on your back,” Cedric replied flatly, interjecting the exchange before him.
The Slytherin didn’t look too pleased.
“C’mon, Cedric,” the girl moved her head, shaking it.
“I haven’t forgotten about Katie,” Cedric continued calmly. “Watching you terrorize students under my nose isn’t something I could’ve.”
Draco scoffed, “so righteous. And even if that lie were true, what would it serve you, Diggory?”
This was pointless. Even without flat-out blackmail, the girl had found herself on the verge of earning Malfoy’s agreement. What was happening now served no purpose but to quell Cedric of the sting of his challenged ego. She had never wanted it to come to this, not if there was an alternative.
“Stop,” the girl tried, finding herself growing quickly invisible.
Only the light from the cobbled wall’s torches illuminated the deserted hallway as the three stood there, fiercely entangled.
“I’m suggesting that you’ll help the both of us, or I’ll report you to the headmaster myself, and out you as the traitorous death eater you are.”
Cedric looked pleased as he aired out his threat.
“Impressive, for a Hufflepuff.”
Draco’s head tilted, his ice-blue eyes wide with alarm and even horror, like he couldn’t comprehend the words he was hearing from good-boy Cedric Diggory’s mouth.
“Cedric!” the girl hissed quietly, shaking her head in frustration.
Draco Malfoy moved his bewildered stare to the girl, begging a question of her from within his eyes. Was this her idea? Had she been in on it? The answers in her expression told him no, and also somewhat.
“And was this what you wanted?” Draco then asked the girl, bonds of trust fraying quickly.
“No,” she said surely, throwing her boyfriend a disappointed glance. “No, Draco. I just want to know about my father, but… I don’t want to see you hurt, either.”
The bonds somewhat mended, Draco just looked disappointed now. So did Cedric.
“Even if he deserves it,” Cedric worded from behind her shoulder.
She snapped around, “don’t.”
The bronzed boy’s expression fell, his face hardening and ocean eyes moving to the stone ground. Turning back to the blond now, the girl released a sigh of distress, hating every second of what was happening. Timidly, she approached the Slytherin. She came before him, folding her hands into her pockets with a nervous chew of her jutted lip.
“Will you help us?” she pleaded softly, blinking up at the boy through long lashes.
Still stinging, Draco looked down at her with a sense of betrayal festering in his stare.
“Have you left me a choice?” he asked softly.
The girl couldn’t reply, opting for a gentle head-shake of sadness. She could barely hold his gaze, feeling her heart race and blood rush hot against her ears as she tried desperately not to break the guilt-inducing scrutiny of the blond. With no words, she begged of him.
“Okay,” he decided softly, clearing his throat. “I will.”
Cedric perked up, eyes lifting. It had worked. Now, however, Draco acknowledged him.
“But know one thing.”
He swallowed.
“I’m doing this for her,” Draco spoke firmly, stepping so close the girl had to retreat into Cedric’s front with alarm.
The boy’s arm snaked into the girl’s front, holding her arm snugly into the grasp of his large hand. She could feel Cedric’s heart thumping against her frame.
“Not for your sake, or the sake of the skin on my back,” he murmured assertively, confidently. “But for her.”
Cedric tensed, his face hard as he nodded with unenthusiastic understanding.
“Whatever it takes to help her,” Cedric responded calmly.
She felt his grip tighten. From before her, Draco’s eyes fell, resting on hers with a mingled hurt and care. It looked as if there were a million things he’d wanted to say to her, but he had restrained them behind his parted lips.
“We’ll need somewhere to meet,” he said at last, straightening. “Somewhere we can’t be found.”
The girl thought hard, eyes widening as she thought back.
Then, with a clear of her throat; “I know a place.”
…
The two Hufflepuffs had made their way from the Library and to their Common Room in almost absolute silence. It was quiet, save for the clack of their shoes on the ground and the occasional passing set of students chattering. The girl was aware of the silence, of course, since it was paired with the intense and upset stare of one Cedric Diggory. The boy, though keeping his mouth shut, looked desperately like he was fighting for his life. Only when reaching the set of barrels at the entrance to the Hufflepuff Common Room did Cedric dare make a noise.
“Wait.”
A large hand sprung out, its hold gentle as Cedric’s long finger curled against his girlfriend’s wrist. She turned, her eyes blank as she tilted her jaw up, giving him the floor. Cedric’s handsome face looked stricken with regret.
“I shouldn’t have been so–” he tried.
“So eager to get yourself into a pissing contest?” she replied.
“Y/N, he almost killed a girl,” he defended.
“And is that why you said what you did?” she challenged with a raise of her brow.
Slowly, Cedric’s hand moved away, his lashes fluttering as he stood straight. From outside their Common Room, the girl could hear the jovial delights of fellow friends and the wonderful smell of fresh cookies. She craved knowing those two things at that moment.
“No,” the boy admitted, running a hand over the curve of his jaw in agitation. “No, you’re right.”
The girl swallowed, sucking in a breath.
“I got very defensive, I’m sorry. I didn’t need to be that way he just–” Cedric heaved, his head rolling back. “He’s infuriating.”
“I’m aware,” she replied, stifling a tired chuckle. “Ced, I’m aware.”
“No, you d–” the brunette started, stammering and growing quickly flustered. “You don’t see what I see, Y/N. When he– When he looks at you, he does it like you’re a piece of food. Like you’re prey and he’s the predator.”
It sounded ridiculous. She couldn’t help but to snort, her nose scrunching. Cedric involuntarily smiled at the sight, then grew more frustrated yet. His brown locks were becoming messy as he streaked his fingers through them in distress.
“I’m being dead serious,” he tried, “it’– it’s maddening.”
The girl’s smile faltered. What was she supposed to say to that? She pulled nervously at her skirt as Cedric’s big bluish greenish eyes grew sad. He stepped forward, bringing his index and middle fingers to her cheek with a tilt of his head.
“Y/N,” he began slowly, so slowly she could feel his thickly layered hesitation, “are you sure about this? About him? There’s still time–”
“I’m sure,” she answered shortly, blinking through a shaky sigh. “I’m almost certain of it. And I’ve committed now, so, I suppose I can’t run from my past forever… right?”
Cedric’s face softened, “yeah. Right.”
There was a moment of tension. It was somewhat dark in the little corridor and felt cold in comparison to what lay behind the bricked wall. The girl ran her tongue against her teeth nervously, then shook her head. This was right, and everything was going to be okay. Desperate to ease herself of the rigidity of it all, the girl allowed herself a smile.
“And you promise you’ll not go about making trouble?” she said, voice rising with cheek.
The girl’s lips quivered as they split. Slowly, she stepped forward into her boyfriend’s muscular chest. Her small hands moved to his golden-yellow tie, grabbing him by it with ease, and tugging in playful request.
Cedric let out an attractive sigh, lowering his forehead closer to his girl’s.
“Not unless he does first,” he said.
She smacked lightly at his bicep. The boy’s lashes fluttered closed as his forehead came upon the girl’s. Beneath him, she giggled. His lips twitched into a devastatingly gorgeous smirk, his shoulders relaxing from her touch and the sound alone. Eventually, the two and their quiet laughs fell quiet, their breathing low as they embraced each other’s gentle touch. Silence ensuing, the girl’s eyes opened, meeting Cedric’s magnificent ocean stare. He had something clear on his mind.
“Nothing,” he began, his voice wavering. “Erm..”
He pulled away, clearing his throat and curling his arms to his chest with a nervous and adorable chuckle.
“Ced?”
He tried again, smiling anxiously
“Nothing frightens me more than the thought of losing this,” he announced simply. “This. You.”
The girl felt her brows crease and her heart grow three sizes. He was certainly direct, not to mention he had caught her very off guard. Blushing furiously, Y/N bounced to the balls of her feet, grabbing each side of her boyfriend’s face with a flicker of her love-struck stare. Cedric burned red beneath her touch, his lashes fluttering as his dimples creased beneath the girl’s palms.
“Good thing I’m not in a rush to go anywhere,” she teased, smiling into his mouth.
Her lips closed to Cedric’s. They were delightful and soft, just like always. He hummed lowly with content against the girl’s mouth, two hands coming gingerly beneath her chin so as to keep her propped to his level, the kiss slow and drawn. He smelled wonderfully of aftershave, and his skin was perfectly smooth. When at last the two pulled back, it was with a slow and drawn sigh, as well as a lingering smile. Cedric grinned one of those earth-shattering grins of his as he reached for his wand and turned to the barrels before them like he was a little drunk. Taking Y/N’s hand, he tapped at the barrels in order, the warmth and light of the Hufflepuff Common Room spilling invitingly over the pair. Fellow housemates were eager in greeting, and a set of cookies was soon to make its way over to them, of course. Smile fading, the girl trailed after her best friend, the noise around her beginning to ring ever so slightly. The voices grew a little fainter, and the lights a little brighter, Then, amongst the commotion, she heard it. It was soft but present, and there was no denying it, for that was surely the dreadful and indistinguishable sound of a bomb, its ticks growing louder, and louder.
Your daily routine hadn’t changed much since your encounter with Draco Malfoy, well it hadn’t changed if you didn’t count all the times since then that you spent anywhere quite far away with that blond who made you shiver.
The rumour had already spread around the school, your Ravenclaw beau hadn’t wasted any time, but you were fine with the situation as long as people talked from afar and didn’t bother you.
But that day you had to face your friend’s interrogation, at least she deserved answers.
“How long have you been with Malfoy behind my back?” she asked without understanding how or when that had happened.
“Almost two weeks.” You answered with a face as red as a tomato and fiddling with the food on your plate. Feeling Draco’s eyes on you in the Great Hall, whenever you were apart, hadn’t helped you to hold normal conversations.
“So, the mark on your neck wasn’t a mosquito?” she glanced at you somewhere between amused and embarrassed.
“No…” you confessed, remembering the number of hickeys Malfoy had devoted himself to leaving on your neck, marking you as his own.
“I can’t believe it.” she laughed out loud. “Who made the first move?”
“He took the initiative and I did the rest.” you said proudly.
“Look at you… And I thought you only had eyes for the characters in those novels you read.” she mocked you.
It was true that the only person who had aroused your fascination was the famous Slytherin. You didn’t know why, but before you knew it, your gaze was already following him everywhere, trying to decipher what it was hiding behind those cold and lonely eyes.
The same seemed to have happened to him, or so he confessed to you on one of your nocturnal escapades. He didn’t understand how anyone could look at him with such indifference, and he promised himself that he would get some kind of reaction from the face he had fallen in love with.
You two still had a deal to keep, the Yule Ball was in less than three days. The Heads of Houses had already started to teach you the necessary rules, though you could only think about what Draco would look like in a suit.
Oh, hell! You hadn’t even considered what you were going to wear, your head had been occupied with far more amusing thoughts.
That evening your friend came along with you to Hogsmeade, your parents had sent you some money and you were hoping to find something decent at Gladrags amongst all those socks.
You wanted to dazzle Draco, to see his pupils dilate in your presence so that he could think of nothing but you. So you went to great lengths to find a dress to match the situation.
As you imagined, there was hardly anything worthwhile left on the hangers in that shop. You went round and round, searching every possible nook and cranny, but nothing. Just as you were about to give up, a piece of blue cloth, hanging on a nearby rack, caught your eye. You couldn’t even get your hands on it before a group of Slytherin girls who had been lurking around the shop got to it before you could.
“Did you want this?” one of them asked you mischievously. “Well you wouldn’t know how to wear it anyway, some people just aren’t cut out for classy clothes.”
You were caught unawares. It was the first time you had ever been the target of a Slytherin and you thought you knew why.
“Why don’t you mind your own business?” Your friend stood up for you.
“Give it up, it’s not worth it. Some people have too much time on their hands.” You stopped her before things got ugly.
It couldn’t bother you any less, that attempted sabotage only meant that they knew Draco was no longer on the market.
You left the shop disappointed that you hadn’t found a dress for the ball. Although the bad mood lasted as long as it took you to find Draco strolling around Hogsmeade with Crabbe and Goyle.
“Well, well, but who do we have here?” his expression turned from his typical frown to a warm, relaxed smile as you approached him.
You didn’t miss the surprised faces of Malfoy’s "friends” at his change of mood. You were more than pleased to know that this was a side of Draco that only you could experience.
“We had shopping to do.” you explained. “But, we were just on our way back to Hogwarts.”
“Empty-handed?” he wondered, giving you a suspicious look.
“You should tell him.” your friend whispered in your ear.
“Tell me what?” you noticed his brow furrowing. You didn’t want Draco to know what happened, you weren’t a little girl who needed his protection, but it was already too late.
“Could you at least buy me a butterbeer?” you sighed a little wearily at the number of events that had happened in such a short time.
Your friend took that proposal as a sign to get back on her way. She didn’t want to come between the lovebirds. As for Crabbe and Goyle, all it took was a “Disappear” from the blond and within seconds it was just the two of you.
“You should be nicer to them,” you smiled as you realised how childish Draco could be sometimes. He was so eager for you two to be alone that he didn’t even bother to hide it.
“They’re used to it.” he defended himself as he took you by the hand and led you in the direction of The Three Broomsticks. You intertwined your fingers with his and let yourself be swept away with an idiotic grin on your face.
For a few seconds you regretted your request. There, in those snowy streets, it was just you, Draco, and the feeling that the world belonged to you and the slytherin alone. You didn’t want it to end.
He sensed your body’s resistance and turned to you. He caught you in his arms, grabbing your chin and forced you to look at him. His cheeks were red with cold, his eyes tinged with worry and fear…
“Have you had enough of me?” he asked bitterly. You blinked in confusion, what the hell was he talking about? You cupped his cheeks with your hands, making him shiver with the warmth you radiated.
“As if that were possible… “ you whispered, looking him in the eyes, to make your message clear. You had never been aware of how lonely Draco felt until you started dating him, but what broke your heart the most was seeing how he was ready for you to leave him at any moment. “It is you, Draco Malfoy, who will not get rid of me so easily.” you threatened him.
Without you expecting it he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you as if his soul went into it. If you didn’t know how proud the Slytherin could be you would swear that for a second you saw a tear fall down his cheek, but trapped against his chest, you couldn’t see anything, only feel Draco’s heartbeat thundering against your whole body.
“If we stay here much longer we’ll freeze, and I don’t want you to blame me if you catch a cold.” He broke the embrace and without waiting for a response, he took you by the hand and led you to The Three Broomsticks. Someone had suddenly become shy and you couldn’t help but smile.
Once there, finally with a butterbeer in your hand, he forced you to tell him what had happened to you before you met. The Slytherin had too good a memory to forget the incident. You explained to him, somewhat embarrassed, how you had completely forgotten to buy a dress for the Yule Ball and how the only thing you could find in the shop had been taken from you by a group of Slytherins.
“y/n, tell me who they are and I swear they won’t dare show their faces in front of you ever again.” The knuckles of his hand turned white and his body language adopted his father’s gestures.
“Don’t even think about it.” you tried to calm him by taking his hand and interlacing your fingers. “But…” you put a finger to his lips to shut him up. “I want all your attention on me, I don’t want you to even think about them.” you interrupted him. Draco grinned slyly, every day he was more and more sure that he had found the right one.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re already the only thing I think about all day long.” he confessed before kissing you, the taste of butterbeer intensified in your mouth accompanied by an overflowing warmth.
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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angst 1. i know i’ve hurt you 2. i saw you with him 3. everything has been reminding me of you 4. i don’t want to let you go 5. i’m no good for you 6. don’t lie to me 7. you really made me believe you were mine 8. stop pushing me away 9. you haven’t even looked at me for days 10. who have you been with? 11. no one could ever take my place 12. i hate you, don’t you dare leave me 13. i just want you to be happy 14. is this it? just like that? 15. you’re lying and you know i know 16. is this the last time i’ll see your face? 17. was there ever something i could’ve done? 18. i want you back 19. i’ve been waiting for you my whole life 20. you said you’d never let me go 21. i gave you every piece of me 22. i’m not afraid of you anymore 23. i’ve learnt to live without you 24. can’t you see what you’ve done 25. please just leave me alone 26. what’s the point? 27. why do you keep bringing this up? 28. do you ever think of me while fucking her?
fluff/random 29. are you jealous? 30. please hold my hand 31. have you ever kissed anyone before? 32. are you even real? 33. you’re my person 34. stop interrupting me! 35. i have an idea 36. do you want to spend the night? 37. stay here tonight 38. you look absolutely amazing 39. i can’t sleep 40. can i kiss you now? 41. am i doing this right? 42. come cuddle 43. is that blood? 44. are we on a date right now? 45. we’re not just friends and you know it 46. i can’t breath 47. well this is awkward 48. what did you do this time? 49. that’s too sappy, you’re making me want to vomit 50. are you in detention? again?
i’ll be updating my prompt list tomorrow ! please feel free to send me some requests in the meantime, i always love doing these . <3
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: 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,”
Summary: Halloween with Draco <3 Friends into BOO’s (teehee)
Warnings: mild drinking nothing tooo crazy but not encouraging it !
Words: 5.2K
A/N: this is my first one shot in like a month and i ofc had to do something for halloween even tho im a tad late but its still a halloweekend KIND OF !!!!!!! </3 I HOPE ITS GOOOD
“No, it’s a stupid holiday.”
Draco crossed his arms in a stubborn child-like way, a scowl on his face as he stared forward towards the front of the class where Snape was giving a lecture on the small but vicious Erkling creatures.
“Come on, please,” you pleaded quietly. Your gaze kept flickering between your easily-irked professor and the pouting blond beside you, hoping that in a few short seconds you would get the answer you were hoping for that way you could get back into your notes instead of possibly getting a detention or losing house points.
In all the years you’ve been friends with the Prince of Slytherin, you learned that he loathed the holiday and any festivities that came with it. Every year, you beg him to go out to one of the many parties that are thrown ranging from small gatherings to full-on blowouts or just do something halloween related with you, but he always refuses. His reasoning, as he put it, was that he was simply ‘too mature to be dressing up as a foul creature.’
You knew he mostly spent the holiday either asleep in his dorm or walking around aimlessly with Crabbe and Goyle to target unsuspecting first-years after the big feast but this year, you finally had enough of his anti-halloween agenda. You wanted to spend the evening and hopefully night with him laughing by your side and showing him how fun everything could be, but most of all - you wanted to see him in a costume.
“Please, if you go I will never ask you for anything ever again,” you tried again once Snape had turned his back to the class.
Draco pursed his lips as though he was genuinely considering it, his eyes still locked on the back of the greasy-haired professor before he turned slightly to you with a deep sigh. “Fine, but don’t expect this to be an annual thing.”
You gave him a bright smile, holding yourself back from jumping around in your seat and completely pushing aside the desire to throw your arms around him in excitement.
“I promise you’ll have fun.”
He hid the small smile that grew on his face from seeing how happy his answer made you, turning his head down towards his parchment filled with notes that all of a sudden seemed interesting as he avoided your gaze. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was the smallest bit of excited at the thought of spending the holiday with you because he knew that wherever you went or whatever you did, he would be perfectly content with you by his side because for the first time in all your years as friends; he realized only a month ago that the weird fluttering feeling in the pit of his stomach when he was around you or the weird overwhelming warmth that spread throughout his entire body like an ocean of water breaking through a dam - was a crush. He hated it at first, noticing and begrudgingly acknowledging it. He thought it was cliche that he somehow fell for one of his closest friends and mostly, he thought that he was going to ruin the friendship entirely. He wanted to wreck it himself, trying to distance himself from you and being extra mean - but he couldn’t.
He adored your company too much and everything that came with you. He adores your laugh, your smile, your hugs when you greet him and how you somehow give him one each time he needs it the most. He adores the study-buddy system you guys have almost every other week before a quiz or an exam. He adores your bad jokes and clumsy accidents even though those qualities annoy him with anyone else. He adores the way you want him to join you in everything fun you and he especially adores the times when he overhears you talking about him as if he’s your favorite person in the world.
Bottom line, he’s all about you.
So when this season of spookiness came, he was expecting your pleading for him to spend the day with you. Only this time, it only took you a couple times before he ultimately agreed to give in to you.
You were ready to explode with thrill at the thought of what the night held in store for you and you didn’t hide it one bit. When the big Hogwarts Hallowe’en feast was over and every one began spilling out from the Great Hall and into the main foyer, you were searching restlessly for a clean mop of silver hair that almost always stuck out in the mass of students. You weren’t sure if you were able to spot him anywhere in under a few seconds because he was unimaginably important to you, or because his hair was so uniquely bright, or maybe it was how boisterous and loud Crabbe and Goyle always were when they were by him, especially if he was with other Slytherins - but you found him, every single time with ease.
After standing on your tippy-toes several times to overlook the stampede of everyone, you finally spotted Draco leaning across a pillar with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face while he stood in a circle of his House friends that included his two goons and his quidditch teammates. You watched him thoughtfully as you approached, taking slow steps towards the group to admire him from afar and also because they were all slightly intimidating. He looked lost in the conversation, laughs escaping from his upturned lips as he listened to whatever was being said, large pale hands running through his hair every so often when the front pieces of his hair would flop down to his forehead.
He looked ridiculously good and effortlessly at that.
You weren’t sure if you should interrupt, hesitating a few feet away from them to where they couldn’t sense your presence but you were close enough to see and hear them clearly.
“We’ll see you later tonight then, Malfoy?” One of the boys nodded towards Draco.
“I’ll show up for a bit, I suppose,” he shrugs.
You see him look around the circle of boys, eyes landing on you momentarily and then back to his friends before doing a double-take towards you again in surprise. You tried to ignore the butterflies erupting in your stomach when his smile widens slightly into a short-lived toothy grin while he said a quick goodbye to his friends causing them all to disband and him to start approaching you.
“Are you ready for the halloween of a lifetime?” You ask as he neared.
He rolled his eyes, laughing faintly. “Where am I meeting you, darling?”
The nick name he used so rarely for you made your knees feel weak, a warm blush rushing up your neck and inching onto your cheeks that you knew was going to be very apparent on your face in a few seconds.
“I’ll meet you right here in an hour,” you say quickly.
You didn’t give him time to answer before you turned quickly in the direction of your common room and began rushing away before he could see the effect he had on you that was so clearly appearing on your face.
You didn’t know what the night held for you and Draco or where it would lead you. Unknowing to you, you were both hoping something more could come out of the evening between the two of you. But he wasn’t one to express himself in that department of feelings and you weren’t feeling bold enough to say anything about yours. It was a gray area of hoping that fate could somehow intervene and throw the two of you into what you both wanted without either of you really saying anything - but it was impossible. There was no outcome or situation you had in mind that could lead you into that, so you were stuck desperately hoping that one day things might end up differently.
It was beginning to feel ironic how in your world full of real tangible magic, there wasn’t a magical solution to your problem. You were trapped feeling like a muggle who had to figure things out by themselves, no magic included. The thought of giving him a love potion did cross your mind as a joke, but it wasn’t a genuine or fair option but little did you know, you don’t need a potion for him to feel the same way - because he already did.
Walking into your dorm felt like an exuberant disaster of everyone running around and sitting in front of mirrors with their makeup or dressing into their costumes. It was noisy and filled with chatter and you were in shock from how much clutter everyone was able to make in such a short period of time from when the feast ended to now. A simple spell would clean everything up so you and everybody else didn’t really pay it any mind.
You maneuvered around the mess of your housemates and towards your bed where your costume was kept in the trunk underneath it, plopping down onto the floor to pull it from the underskirt of your House colored bedding.
“Did he finally say yes?” Your closest roomie friend jumped onto your bed, propping herself up on her elbows and resting her chin on her hands as she watched you dig through your bottomless trunk.
“Surprisingly, yes,” you answered, hiding the smile on your face.
She drawled out a teasing ‘ooh,’ poking your arm lightly with her index finger as you shied away and leaned deeper into your trunk. She was the only one who you willingly admitted your crush to as she was the only person you really trusted to not blather it off to someone.
“Will I be seeing you two in the Slytherin common room?” She wiggled her eyebrows. “The boys are throwing a party and I luckily got an invite, you know how they are. So picky with who shows up.”
“You mean they’re pretentious?” You laugh. “But I don’t know if we’ll be going to it. I know Draco obviously got invited but I was thinking we could do other things.”
“Like what?” She questions as if she knew it was going to be something dirty. “I know a few secret spots around the castle-”
“No, get your mind out of the gutter,” you smack her arm lightly. “I honestly have no clue what to do. I didn’t think he’d actually agree because he never does.”
She runs her hands over her face, stifling her laughs of disbelief before she sighed loudly. “I still suggest some broom closets, hidden out of sight.”
You sit up, pushing her from where she was lying while she laughed amusingly at your false horrified reaction that you put on to hide the fact from her that what she was suggestion really waswhat you wanted.
“I’ll leave you alone so you can get your costume on,” she smiles, jumping up from your bed and tossing one of your pillows at you as she walked away. You let out a huff, tossing it back onto your duvet before setting your costume down on the spot your friend was lying in.
You stared at it hesitantly, all of a sudden feeling nauseous at the thought of going out later with Draco as if it was some sort of date even though you knew it wasn’t. It was just two friends, hanging out, doing some spooky and fun Halloween activities together and nothing more; so why were you feeling so nervous? You weren’t sure if it was your instincts warning you of something major that was approaching or the fear that what you didn’t have planned was going to bite you in the arse when you continuously told Draco he was going to enjoy himself when you didn’t even know if that was going to be true. You didn’t want to disappoint him and mess it up for you in the future when the holiday came again and you didn’t want this to be the first and last time you experienced it with him.
The pressure was raining down on you like thick, hard pieces of hail with no end in sight.
As you were getting dressed and doing your makeup for your costume as you liked, (i’m trying to be vague for your own imagination teehee) all you could think about was what in the hell you were going to do once you met up with the Prince of Slytherin. Your train of thought was then derailed into wondering what he was going to be dressed up as or if he was going to be dressed up at all considering the way he is. He was the type to make fun of people who dressed up, that you knew when you ran into him last year as you were walking back to your common room with your friend, both of you in costume and victims of his gentle bullying. He obviously went easier on the two of you since you were there, telling you he was just messing around afterwards and saying he liked yours but once you were out of his sight but still in ear-shot, you heard him and his two minions berating a small group of people that unfortunately passed by them.
You gave yourself one last look in the floor mirror, letting out a long shaky exhale with your hands clasped together before you started towards the way out of your dorm, through the common room, and ultimately towards the foyer outside the Great Hall where Draco was most likely waiting for you. An hour had gone by since you last saw him, an hour of stress and panic that hadn’t slowed down or stopped.
Your shoes dragged against the stone floors, hugging yourself tightly as you walked nearer towards the spot where you were supposed to meet and as you lifted your gaze - you saw him there, staring right at you with a small grin and just like you expected, no costume.
“Nice costume,” he compliments when you reach him.
“Where’s yours?” You frown.
“I’m not dressing up. That’s embarrassing,” he shakes his head.
You scoff, crossing your arms. “You’re the only one not dressed up,that’sembarrassing.”
You don’t know why it was irritating to you that he wasn’t in costume, even if you knew he wasn’t. You figured it was because you were trying to overpower your nervousness with different more consuming feelings, and much to your and Draco’s dismay, it worked.
You weren’t nervous anymore, just irked.
“I’m staying like this, take it or leave it.”
You rolled your eyes, staring him down and hoping that he would change his mind but he wouldn’t. He was ridiculously stubborn.
In the heat of the moment of a fleeting thought, you decided that if he wasn’t going to be in costume, you would put him in one or at least a hint of one. You pulled your wand out, pointing it onto his striking white hair and with one easy spell, his hair was now a flaming vibrant red.
“Y/N!” He growled, running towards the closest thing that would show off his reflection where he let out a string of frantic curse words. “I look like a bloody Weasley.”
Your laughter caught him off guard, the sound ringing in his ears like music that spread warmth throughout him. You were clutching at your stomach with one hand and pointing at him with the other, giggling wildly at the sight of him with hair that did not suit him at all. He smiled to himself, your glee rubbing off on him abruptly that ate away quickly at his anger.
“You should’ve given me some ratty old hand-me-down robes and I’d look just like Ron,” he notes.
“That’s rude, Draco,” you say still laughing. He smirks, leaving the shiny statue of a knight in armor where he was checking his reflection and back over to you where you were still stuck in between doubling over in laughter and watching him.
“I’m glad this is funny to you,” he muses. He begins digging into the pocket of his dress pants, taking your vulnerability as a chance for him to tap his wand to the top of your head and before you could react, your whole hair had turned a deep green.
Your laughter immediately ended as you ran towards the suit of armor, your grimacing reflection staring back at you with deep Slytherin green hair and a distorted Draco behind you doubling over just like you were moments ago.
“This looks,” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, the scowl on your face saying enough for you as you turned bitterly towards Draco.
“Great?” He suggested, his guffawing subsiding into airy chuckles as you stood in front of him. Yours picked up again as you stared up at him, his striking bright red hair looking terribly unfamiliar on him. He was looking down at you, his heart jumping at the sight of you holding back your laughter. “You really do look dashing by the way.”
You swallowed thickly, thankful for the darkness that had settled around the castle and easily hid the scarlet brush appearing on your face. “But my hair is green.”
“Green is my favorite color.”
You opened your mouth to speak, your stomach and heart dropping simultaneously as your mind went completely blank. You pretended to not notice how he took a step closer to you to where he was almost fully against you and he pretended not to notice the way your lips were parted and how your chest was rising and falling a little too heavily as if you were nervous. It was game over for you when his gaze flickered down towards your lips and then back to your eyes, his head leaning down just the slightest like if he were waiting for you to meet him halfway. You were about to get closer to him, about to let your eyes close and give in to what you believed was him wanting to kiss you - but the world had other plans.
“Malfoy! There you are!” Someone boomed, clambering up the steps from the direction of the dungeons. You both jumped away from each other, your attention diverted to the Slytherin boy that interrupted the moment. “Malfoy come on, the party! And you can bring her too.”
You frowned when the boy came up to the two of you, clearly tipsy, dressed as a stereotypical vampire, and over-excited with the fact that Draco was out and willing to participate in Halloween festivities. It seemed like it bothered the now red-head when he looked to you and then back to the Slytherin boy with an apprehensive expression.
The boy, sensing the pause in the air, grabbed onto both you and Draco’s arms and started dragging the two of you towards the Slytherin common room where although the stone walls were thick, the sound of people celebrating inside were easily slipping past the stone slabs. He spoke the password out quickly and as soon as the entrance was open, you were both shoved inside into what looked like the largest party you had ever witnessed in all your years at Hogwarts. It was packed and filled with what looked like half of the school, or at least a huge majority of fifth-years and up. It was loud with music booming from a brand new wizarding-world radio in the middle of the room currently playing a song from the Weird Sisters. It smelled like a mixture of everyone’s perfumes and colognes and like firewhisky. The boy that pushed you two inside quickly passed you two cups of the very potent firewhisky before downing the third one he had in his hand and disappeared into the crowd while screaming for you to enjoy yourselves.
You both stood awkwardly away from the big and rowdy crowd, your drink clenched tightly in your hand against your chest and Draco swishing his around while it was still in the cup.
He wanted to up and run, thinking that someone was going to make a comment about his hair or about him being there, but no one seemed to pay attention to him or that he was there and in a way, he felt relieved by it and less tense by the second.
“How in the bloody hell did we end up here?” You yelled over the music, putting a hand over his arm that was holding his drink up. You didn’t mean to, but you were glad you did because he glanced down at the contact with a small smile before looking back up to you.
“We got dragged here, remember!” He yelled back.
“What?”
“We got dragged here!”
“I can’t hear you!”
He rolled his eyes, bending down towards your ear to repeat himself one last time before you finally heard him over the mayhem around you.
“This is crazy!” You looked around the room, the sight of all the bodies and recklessness being too much as they were all more than likely drunk and oblivious to how stuffy and suffocating the room was becoming.
You looked down at the golden brown liquid sloshing around in your cup, wondering whether or not you should take it, but with the nervousness you felt coming back, it didn’t take you much longer to decide to down your cup and allow the liquid courage to seep into your veins. Draco watched you with amusement, chuckling to himself when you scrunched up your face in disgust from the burn he knew it caused as it went down your throat. He shook his head, deciding to drink his too and it was only minutes that passed before the drink was quickly becoming apparent in your systems. There was something about Firewhisky that always made its mark promptly and it really was courage in a bottle that you were glad was available to you in that moment because you were sure that in just a few minutes you were close to fainting.
You were beginning to sway faintly to the music, the rhythm sounding more loud but distant and more invigorating. You didn’t care anymore if anyone was watching or that Draco was observing you curiously just as he was beginning to lose all sense of holding himself back. He was inching closer to you, his head moving slightly to beat of the song and pure joy etched onto his features when your eyes met his.
“I keep forgetting I turned your hair red!” You yelled up to him, laughing loudly when he ran his hand through it. In your moment of confidence, you reached up and lightly ran your fingers over one of the front pieces hanging over his forehead. He didn’t stop you, his heart hammering against his chest from the drink and his overwhelming crush that was clouding all his senses. “Your hair is so soft!”
He wanted to pin you up against the wall right then and there. You were peering up at him, just as you were before you were dragged inside by one of his Housemates and as soon as he was about to kiss you.
“Do you want to get out of here?” He knew to bend down this time for you to hear him to which you responded with a fervent nod. You took his hand in yours, pulling him towards the exit of the common room and he let you lead him into the coldness of the dungeons that bit at his cheeks. It was a stark difference from the warmth inside, the crisp October air being more chilled than what either of you were expecting. It felt nice against your flushed skin and easier to breathe, especially once after the common room closed again and you could hear was muffled talking and music.
Neither of you were drunk and were still aware of pretty much everything, mostly the feelings stirring inside you both that was begging either of you to make a move towards the other. You were just a tad tipsy, and so was he, but it was enough for you to still enjoy the night without the initial awkwardness that oddly settled in between you. It was weird, considering how open and talkative you usually were with each other but there was something about the evening that made it feel like if you didn’t know each other.
“What now?” He asked you with a raised brow, his hand slipping into his pocket.
You smiled, an idea coming to your head that you knew he would love and you didn’t mind doing in the name of Halloween. “Do you want to go mess with people?”
He stared at you with widened eyes, “bloody hell, I love you.”
There was nothing that could have prepared you for his response, your own eyes widening in shock as you stared at him. He felt his face get hot in embarrassment, Merlin, he felt so stupid. He was mentally smacking himself in the head, desperately wishing he could bury himself seven feet under the Earth and staying there until the end of time.
He was about to play off what he said in a joking way, but for the second time that night he was interrupted by a couple that stumbled out of the common room drunkenly snogging each other’s faces off and wholly oblivious to you and Draco standing there in lingering panic. You jumped back into his arms when the couple staggered past you, almost knocking you over in the process of their makeout session and it annoyed you beyond belief. It annoyed you that they were in your way, annoyed that they interrupted you, annoyed that it wasn’t you in their position with the one you wanted.
You dug your wand out of your pocket, flicking it their way as they rolled onto the wall, still in each other’s hold until the hex that flew from your wand hit the boy causing him to stagger back from the girl and holding his nose in pain. You heard Draco laugh from behind you when bats began to fly out from the boy’s nostrils while the girl screamed and ran away from one of the bats that swept down onto her head. The bats flew out of the dungeon and up the stairs with the boy struggling loudly the whole way up until his panicked screams were no longer heard.
“That was a perfect bat-bogey,” he looks at you proudly. “I feel bad for that poor bloke’s nose.”
“Thank you, thank you,” you bowed jokingly.
When the sound of the door opened again, you both ran to hide behind a long drape against the wall that didn’t hide your shoes very well and pressed up against your bodies that’s shapes were no doubt visible from the opposite side.
You heard footsteps trail haphazardly down the corridor, their back seemingly facing you and as you both peeked your heads out from behind the drape, Draco nodded towards the boy and pointed his wand towards him.
“Slugulus Eructo,” you heard him whisper and a stream of green light from his wand hit the back of the boy’s head and as he turned around in surprise while doubling over in pain, his hand clamped tightly over his mouth as slugs began to slip past the spaces between his fingers. When he stood up to run away, you noticed it was the same boy from earlier that stopped you two from the almost kiss and dragged you to the party. You let out a string of giggles as he ran away just like your last victims.
“This is so mean,” you chortle, leaning into him from behind the drape in an attempt to get closer to him. You were feeling bolder when he beamed down at you, feeling happy knowing that although the night was still young, he was having fun. “Thank you for coming with me tonight, I know you don’t like Halloween.” You say quietly.
“You finally convinced me, it’s not that bad,” he grins.
“Why’d you hate it in the first place?”
The question seemed to strike a nerve but the Firewhisky still flowing freely in his veins tore away easily at his defenses so instead of avoiding your question entirely like he usually would, he frowned and let his guard down.
“I don’t hate it,” he answers apprehensively. “My father never let me celebrate it. He never let me dress up. He told me respectable wizards don’t partake in holidays like these.”
His pout made your gut twist in sympathy, your hand instinctively going into his as you squeezed it reassuringly. “It’s never too late to start celebrating. Besides, I don’t see him here stopping you.”
He smiled for what felt like the hundredth time that night, his stained-red hair falling over his eyes as he looked down to his shoes.
“You have a point, darling.”
The door of the common room opened again and what you suspected to be another snogging couple to stumble out from the sound of heavy breathing and multiple shoes scuffling about was something completely different.
“Glad Malfoy stayed with someone else today.” It was Crabbe.
“Yeah, he never lets us go to these parties,” Goyle responds. “Go ahead and thank Y/L/N for freeing us, he fancies her like a fool.”
“Reckon we should go look for them?”
You figured Goyle nodded to him like the blathering idiot he was because in a few short seconds they were running away up the same steps everyone else had.
You peered up slowly at Draco who was already gaping at you like a deer in headlights. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The gears in your brain were spinning wildly with happiness, the gossip hopefully being proven true when he didn’t try to deny it. You didn’t realize how close his face was to yours, cheeks tinged with pink from both the firewhisky and sudden shyness and his warm cinnamon breath fanning your face as he looked down at you.
“I can explain,” he finally said.
He didn’t need to; you placed your hands gently on his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer to you and pressing your lips against his, catching him completely by surprise. His eyes were wide at first, his body rigid and his lips unmoving, but once it finally clicked that this was real and no longer a fantasy that played like a broken record in his head, his lips moved fervently against yours with the rest of his body following. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers squeezing at the hem of your bottoms and his body pushing even further into yours.
Your bottom lip caught lightly in between his teeth as you reluctantly pulled away from him, the both of you breathing raggedly as you searched each other’s eyes.
“I feel the same,” you said softly. “Happy Halloween.”
He smashes his lips hungrily against yours again, his ego growing with each gasp of a delight that escapes your mouth as your hands roamed and tangled themselves into his magically colored strands.
“Very…happy…halloween,” he mutters against your lips in between kisses, a dazy smile adorning your face while he tightened his arms around you.
Summary: PART 10 ! of Draco accidentally falling in love with reader during his sixth year (HBP) and going into the start of the battle of Hogwarts hoping to have reader by his side at the end of it now that it’s all over.
“It’s in Carrow’s office?” He asked, his nose instinctively scrunching when he said his name as if it disgusted him to even mention the man. You nodded as a wordless response in fear that Draco would be able to hear the slight tremble in your voice after a lump at the back of your throat had begun growing at the thought of going back to that awful place. It clouded your mind with darkness and echoing screams of pain as Bellatrix sat over you with her nails piercing into your skin while she demanded answers from you that you refused to give her.
You were silent as you trailed behind him, eyes trained on the top of his muddy silver hair with him nearly pulling you by your hand from how sluggishly you were dragging your feet up the stairs to the floor where everything truly went up in flames. It was almost as if he could sense your distress when you finally reached the undesired floor because as soon as you stepped foot onto the gravel and dirt-filled stone, his arm was wrapping itself snugly around your waist as he leaned over you to press a soft kiss into your temple.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters quietly while his mouth was still beside your ear.
“For what?” You respond just as faintly.
“For what they did to you.” He stops you in the middle of the corridor, his eyes darting towards the end of it where the office was just around the corner. “If I knew, Merlin I’d-“
"You didn’t know,” you frown, interrupting him as soon as you noticed his brow starting to furrow. “And it’s done with now. Besides, I finished what he couldn’t.”
“Yes, you did.” He answers with a fleeting small smile, a hidden proudness behind his words even though he half-heartedly tried to hide it. “But that still doesn’t make it alright. Are you sure you’re okay being here?”
You let out a deep breath before nodding up at him, forcing on a brave face so that this would be over with and you’d be reunited with your wand and on to face the next challenge that was waiting for you on the main floor.
“I’m fine, let’s go,” you say quickly. You grab onto the sleeve of his dress shirt and continue down the hall with him, entirely oblivious to the large statue standing tall at the far end of the way, right outside the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room. Hanging upside down from the top of the statue by a thick piece of rope was Amycus, bloodied and bruised and very obviously frustrated. You didn’t see him, but Draco did, and before you could notice the presence of the man who has shaken your reality with desolation and agony, you were being moved hastily towards the door of the room where your wand was lost in.
“I’ll meet you inside, give me a second,” he urged as he opened the door for you and continued to gently try to shove you inside. You turned to give him a questioning look, wondering why he unexpectedly was becoming so antsy in getting you inside. He stared back at you with a feeble pout and his eyebrows creased, a clear sign that whatever he was up to; he didn’t want you to be around for it.
“Fine,” you mumbled, forcing yourself into the poorly lit room to begin your search.
It felt sickening and nauseating being in the room again. Images of the painful night passed by in your head like a nightmare that you were made to relive as soon as you walked in. You wanted to reach out for Draco again, looking back towards the doorway where you thought he would be standing but he wasn’t and the room felt emptier than it did before. You walked towards the door, holding on to the stone wall to keep you from collapsing and peeking out from behind it to see if you could spot the waves of silver hair nearby doing whatever it was that he was so adamant about keeping hidden from you.
You watched as he walked down the corridor briskly, wholly focused on something or rather someone as he moved like he was on a mission with his wand gripped tightly in his right hand.
Draco swore he was seeing red blind his vision, rage coursing through his veins as he came closer to the hanged man. He squatted down in front of him when he finally reached him, his forearms resting over his knees and twiddling around his wand in his hands with the utmost feeling of satisfaction from the sight in front of him.
The man who constantly berated and belittled him and his family, the man who made it his goal to make his life a living hell inside and out of Hogwarts, and worst of all, he was the same man who tortured and kidnapped his lover on multiple occasions now. The man who went out of his way to ruin people.
He was nothing but a fragment of what he was only hours ago, defeated and physically almost unrecognizable if it wasn’t for his murderous beady eyes and permanently scowling mouth.
“What? Are you going to kill me now, boy?” Amycus questioned sarcastically. “Everyone knows you’re too weak. Go ahead, prove them wrong.”
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He gave in to the itching to press his wand against Carrow’s throat, letting the hawthorn tip dig harshly into his artery. The killing curse was ready to roll off his tongue and put an infinite end to the destruction Amycus brought. He wanted it more than anything, to be the one who took him out, but as the idea became more realistic with each passing millisecond and with his hand starting to tremble, he knew he couldn’t do it. It didn’t matter how much he wanted to, how much he deserved it; he couldn’t.
“I knew you couldn’t,” Amycus croaked once Draco’s wand moved away from his throat.
“I’m not like you,” he mutters bitterly. “I’m not a murderer.”
Amycus’ words were a broken record to him, the same phrases being repeating over and over again like a never-ending torturous cycle of all his biggest insecurities enlaced within a few remarks. If it was a year ago, maybe even a few months ago, or weeks - he would have believed his insults. Just like he always did when they were fired at him, he doubted himself and his character, his strength and skills. But he was growing tired of giving in to his struggles, of giving in to false beliefs.
"Is blood traitor the only insult anyone’s got?” The classic sneer on Draco’s face was one he always used to wear, his blood boiling even further as he stared down at Amycus’ careless expression. Even if he was hung upside down, body battered and bruised, his evil spirits never left him.
“It’s the only one that matters,” he replied. “You think you got yourself all sorted out now? You think those people down there would welcome you with open arms knowing where your family’s loyalties lie? You’re looking for someone to blame for your troubles, blame that foul muggle-loving darling of yours. I was only ever trying to help you.”
“Help?” He let out a disbelieving scoff mixed with a short chuckle, “is that what you call threatening the lives of the people I love?”
As you watched from afar, gnawing at your bottom lip anxiously while grasping the doorway in fear that in any second the script could flip and it would be Draco who was in danger. You wanted to intervene, you could see Carrow’s eyes darting around the corridor, switching gazes between you and the blond raging over him and you were scared that evil would conquer and he’d somehow find a way to hurt the two of you without either of you expecting it.
“It doesn’t matter what I tell you anymore, you’re lost.”
It was Carrow’s sheer tone of confidence that pushed Draco over the edge he was teetering off of. He stood up from his kneeling position without wasting another breath. Amycus Carrow was purely wicked and there was no point in trying to make conversation with him.
The interaction just solidified Draco’s wrath, and though he refused to kill him, he wasn’t past causing him pain and he wasn’t above using the Death Eater’s body as a receiving end to his crucio. His time with the enemies did increase his power and his effectiveness. He didn’t even have to say the spell or force his will to do it, it just flowed from the tip of his wand and seeped itself deep within Carrow’s body. He made sure to wordlessly use the ‘oscausi’ spell before his torment as well, glad to see Amycus’ mouth disappearing and shutting him up before his agonizing screams met your ears, something he didn’t want you to hear no matter how much this monster deserved it.
He continued his torture until he was pleased; until he saw tears of blood escaping beady eyes and defeat completely wash over the man. Draco lowered his wand, letting out a breath of relief and eyeing the disaster in front of him again. Amycus thrashed around, his momentary defeat fading away as his swinging body attempted to break free but the younger Death Eater wasn’t finished either.
He lifted his knee, the Italian leather shoes he wore were the last thing Amycus saw that day before Draco slammed his foot down onto his face with a powerful kick, knocking him out cold and fast. He checked for a pulse, found a weak one, and nodded to himself with satisfaction.
That was enough for him.
When he turned back on his heels to rush down the hall, he wasn’t expecting to see you standing at the end of it where he purposefully hadn’t left you. He briefly stopped in his steps, watching you cautiously to see if what you caught had bothered you, but it didn’t. You briskly began walking towards him, his body still in a bubbling rise of fear until you were in front of him wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. You felt him relax in your touch, his hands smoothing over your lower back and encircling around your hips.
“I’m sorry you had to witness me like that,” he apologizes with pained eyes. “I just had to make him hurt.”
“I understand, Draco,” you sympathize with his revenge. Although you didn’t particularly enjoy seeing your lover so violent, Amycus was someone whose downfall had been long overdue.
Draco walked with you into the dingy office, the stone floor covered in hundreds and thousands of tiny gravel particles that shook from the ceilings with each hit the castle took from the outside. You heard a muttered 'Lumos’ coming from the blond, the majority of the room now all of a sudden glowing with a cold white light, flashes of your last moments in there flickering across your mind like a nightmare you couldn’t escape now that everything was becoming visible. You took a deep breath, moving forward hesitantly in short scuffles around the area you saw your wand discarded when it was taken from you.
It was hard to look around, the flood of emotions almost running completely through you as tears pooled in your eyes faster than you could try to blink them away. You were positive Draco couldn’t see you or hear the small sniffles you were trying to play off by talking about how dusty it was, but he was too observant and never dumb when it came to you.
He sighed to himself, his heart dropping to his stomach slightly when he saw how your gaze shifted around the room and the floor anxiously as though you were reliving whatever you had gone through in those moments when he couldn’t save you. He reached out for your hand, his cold fingertips brushing against your palm and snapping you out of the daze you were in with a small almost inaudible gasp. He gently tugged you behind him, lowering his wand towards the ground and kicking around some of the debris until he finally saw the familiar wand he loved to see in your hands.
“There,” he announces quietly, bending down to pick it up and dust it off on his dress shirt as if dirt had never bothered him in his life. “Back where it belongs.” He places it into your palm carefully, your hand encircling around the wand tightly and holding it against your chest lovingly as if it was alive. He smiled down at you, his hand reaching up to rest on the back of your hair while he gingerly pressed a kiss onto your forehead.
“Thank you.”
“Nothing to thank me for, darling,” he responds softly.
He took your hand again in the direction of the exit, hurrying you out of the room in quick strides until you were out into the corridor and around the corner leading you to the grand staircases.
He hesitated at the first step that would begin the descent to the first floor where the entirety of Hogwarts was gathered in the Great Hall all injured, dead, or alive. He was getting a sudden rush of fear, the same unease repeating in his head that you had already tried to hush away but it still stayed. He didn’t want to be turned away and he didn’t want to feel outcasted anywhere anymore.
“They’re never going to forgive me. They’ll probably cast me outside directly into the line of fire themselves.”
“Draco,” you say softly, placing a gentle palm on his cheek while your fingers brush away the wavy strands hanging over his red-tinged eyes. “In all honesty, it doesn’t matter what they think. They don’t know you or understand you, just what you’ve done and that’s all most of them will ever be able to see. But as long as you know and the people you love know who you are, that’s all that matters. Besides, you’re not alone anymore. You’re stuck with me.”
An amused airy sort of half-laugh escaped his lips, a small smile on his face as he eyed you, the sight in front of him allowing another exhale of relief from his worries.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You feel his fingers graze against your open hand, his pinky absentmindedly linking around yours like you were children making a silent promise to be 'best friends forever.’ “You’re clever, Y/L/N, I’ll give you that. Always knowing what to say to make me feel like I’m on top of the world.”
“It’s because I’ve bewitched you,” you smile stupidly while the blond rolled his eyes.
“So you admit it? Are you slipping me amortentia too?” He searched your playful features, the glint of amusement in your eyes he loved and missed to see that always left him feeling breathless.
“Definitely,” you answer sarcastically. “But enough stalling, let’s go.”
He let you lead him down the stairs, his hand held tightly in yours while his gaze stayed stuck on his feet shuffling slowly down the steps.
Your conversation was rattling around in his head for some reason, his heart a little lighter after the impromptu banter even if it wasn’t the most appropriate time to joke around. But your words brought him back to the times when you weren’t with him; when you were forced to separate. The days and the nights he’d be worried sick with his thoughts in a twist and his chest pounding with worry over your safety.
Sometimes through those thoughts, he would have a very odd and unworldly recurring one now and then that made him wish that really, you were just a smart witch who managed to slip him amortentia every day and that those concerns over you and your life weren’t real. He sometimes felt so deeply that it scared him, feelings so raw that he couldn’t possibly understand and that tore him apart if he wasn’t distracting himself with something else. He couldn’t help but seldom wonder if maybe the non-existent love potion you had on him faded away; so would his fears and feelings. But they never did, they only grew both more pitiful and meaningful in a whirlwind of others.
And though he often hated to admit just how deeply he felt and the vulnerability that came with it, he has no regrets about letting you in. Without you, his world would just be a dark storm of chaos and pain, but with you; there’s a light at the end of a tunnel. You’re the sun, the moon, and all the stars to him that light up his darkest days and help guide him and teach him in more ways than he could ever fathom.
Before he knew it, he was stepping over and maneuvering around debris from the battle, the hand holding yours feeling more clammy as you both witnessed for the first time the aftermath of what just happened in and outside the castle’s walls not too long ago.
The sky was a blackened gray, a thunderous cover still sitting over the night with lingering clouds of smoke that looked like they came from fireworks but had instead been hexes and curses streaming through the air with the build-up of dust from the destruction.
It was painful, seeing people searching around still and calling out for whoever they were looking for. Bodies of Death Eaters and Scattered wands and ends of them that seemed to be snapped in half and dumped randomly. Giant holes blasted in the middle of the walls and so high up towards the tall ceilings that it looked like half the room was gone. It was silent, but mournful cries were ringing throughout the air and groans of pain coming from those who were injured. Everyone you had seen so far looked just like you and Draco did; dirty, disheveled, anxious, and dazed in a numb state.
You felt him get closer to you when you walked towards the wide-open doors of the Great Hall that sounded busier as you approached. You could feel the turmoil inside, the grief and the pain. Emotions were running high and strongly enough so that anyone who entered the room would feel it.
Draco swallowed thickly as he looked around, his stomach churning with shame as if it were his fault why everything and everyone was in anguish.
You looked up at him almost knowingly, your thumb soothingly running back and forth over the back of his hand while you gently squeezed it. You knew him well enough that he would start blaming himself, just like he always did much to your dismay.
You continued to lead him through the masses, both of you ignoring the furious glances in your direction as you trailed through with the very prominent silver-haired Slytherin who everyone now knew was associated with the Dark Lord and his servants. You heard a couple of hateful mutters, but it was relatively quiet as you ignored those too and kept your search for Madam Pomfrey with trembling and careful steps. Draco kept his eyes downcast, some of the spots of blood on the ground made him feel dizzy but it was better than anything else in his surroundings that he refused to acknowledge any more than he already had.
Madam Pomfrey was scurrying around a back corner when you finally found her, sweat dripping down her face and her uniform stained with grime and scarlet marks. The second she saw you, her hands flew up in surprise on either side of her head, the motion being followed by her hands suddenly clamping over her mouth as a shocked and visibly grateful expression crossed her face.
“Y/N!” She wailed quietly, her hands bunching up at her skirt while she moved around the area to meet you halfway. You weren’t expecting her to pull you into a hug, her hand smoothing over the back of your hair as she pulled away and seemingly inspecting you for any injuries. “I’m so glad you’re okay, dear. I overheard someone saying they saw you and Professor Carrow on one of the top floors and they weren’t sure if you made it out alive before they left. I’ve been worried sick, I don’t know how much more loss I can take.”
You blinked hard, trying to register her impromptu vent and concern over you as if you were the most important person to her in the room. “You worried about me, Madam Pomfrey?”
“Why, of course!” She exclaimed as if it was the most obvious fact in the world. “I didn’t watch you grow up, mend your injuries, and help you learn the beauty of healing without growing a soft spot for you. I sometimes feel like you’re the daughter I never had.”
You gave her a warm smile, her random confession making your chest feel a little less heavy. You were sure she was riddled with feeling the need to speak her mind and telling people how she truly felt about them after seeing all the deceased, all the people who she didn’t get a chance to talk to, or whose loved ones didn’t get a chance to either.
“While I have you here, a lot of people need tending and it’s only a few others and myself, would you-”
“No need to ask,” you quickly agreed, it was a no-brainer. Your hands were itching with the need to help, it was the main reason why you chose to come down. “Where do you need me?”
“Anyone you see who needs it.”
She gave a curt nod to Draco who she may or may not have ignored just the slightest and gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before she rushed over to someone behind you who had been calling for help.
You turn slowly to scan the room, cot-ridden people some covered in bandages and some holding onto their wounds while they waited for Pomfrey or anyone. You decided to focus on those first, Draco trailing closely behind you as you began making a beeline towards the people who looked to be in the worst shape.
Your wand was now held tightly in your shaking hand, the stress of doing real Healer work being something more common than you could have imagined now being right in front of you. You were still learning, still strengthening your skills but they were still sufficient, a natural gift you carried with you.
The first person you helped was a sixth-year boy, one you remember seeing on the Gryffindor Quidditch team as soon as he was in his second year as one of their more skilled Chasers. You remember seeing him play, so determined and full of rough excitement especially when he would be in a match against Slytherin. But now he was here, bleeding out on a cot with his hands held tightly over a spot on his waist and the light gone from his eyes. He was barely alive, nearly defeated and it made you want to scream out of sadness and frustration.
“Draco, I need your help,” you said quickly as you observed the wound, pulling the boy’s hands away from his side. “I need you to lift him up while I check him from the back.”
“What?” He wished he heard you wrong, but he knew what you were asking him to do.
“I need you to lift him, please, hurry,” you say to him again and this time he hastily moved to lower himself to the ground beside you and timidly began trying to prop the boy up. When he finally was able to, he watched you carefully as you worked diligently. He watched your hands feel around for any more bodily harm, your eyebrows knitted together in deep thought and worry, your bottom lip stressfully caught in between your teeth. You were muttering hopeful remarks to the boy that he would be okay, and as you dragged your wand across the deep gashes with your magical contact and intense care; Draco had realized just how talented you were. You were in your prime, your element, in full force.
After you bandaged the boy up with a quick spell, you allowed Draco to set him back down and began moving to the next without missing a beat.
It was like that for a while, moving around like a robot with one job where nothing else mattered except the saving of a life. You helped every single person you were able to, all the while Draco was admiring your skills with deep respect even while you were ordering him around to help you.
Hours passed, it seemed like. The only indication that time had indeed passed was the brightening of the dull gray sky now welcoming dawn. You had been working relentlessly, so much so, that for a while you forgot where you were and what you were doing there. If it wasn’t for Draco pointing out the new change of day and what everyone was anxiously waiting for - you would have kept healing until you couldn’t.
A flurry of hushed whispers fell amongst the desolated crowd packed inside the Great Hall. People were beginning to stand up and look outwards towards the collapsed gaping hole in the wall that faced the main courtyard where an army of dark-cloaked figures was approaching from the castle’s bridge. Voldemort was returning, and you weren’t sure if it was going to be a fight or the surrender he had promised. You weren’t even sure if Harry went to him, you were clueless about everything and so was Draco.
A mob of students and adults had hesitantly but willfully moved outside through the large hole exposing the outside. They had an air of almost guardianship surrounding them, shoulders squared and hands gripping their wands tightly as they blocked off the opening. Those who wanted to see what was coming had also begun making their way outside, leaving only the injured and the terrified inside.
Draco looked at you expectantly, silently telling you that he needed to be outside too. You knew he’d want to search for his parents and there wasn’t any protest from you as you trailed behind him to the main yard. You stopped beside him on the steps where the majority of the people stood, allowing the two of you to blend in somewhat.
It was quiet but the sound of several footsteps, stopping suddenly with their leader where he wanted and then suddenly all that echoed throughout the courtyard was, “Harry Potter… is dead!”
You held your breath and at the same time felt Draco stiffen next to you. You saw his eyes land first on his parents, they were clear as day just as frightened as he was as they filled out into the courtyard. They stood at the front of the crowd with the rest of the inner circle they were no longer a part of, standing off to the side with sullen and exhausted expressions or terrified, you couldn’t quite tell.
You couldn’t process what vile words were being thrown out into the air by the creature and creator of evil himself, nor could you process the eerie silence that fell upon what seemed like the whole world. There was not a bird in the sky, not a shimmer of sunlight, no butterflies or pixies fluttering around. It was like the Earth was dying alongside everyone. The darkness was devouring the wizarding world, but it was also seeping into the muggle world.
You hadn’t even noticed what was going on, Voldemort’s unsettling speech fading in your ears until you felt Draco’s grip around your hand tighten almost painfully as if he was petrified by something. He felt statuesque beside you, his skin feeling cold and clammy and after a few seconds of a complete dead quietness, you understood why.
“Draco!” Lucius called out loudly in a quavering voice. Your head snapped in his direction, and then towards Draco, his eyes were shifting around him nervously at everyone who had turned to stare at him. He was analyzing them too, wondering if any of them would ask him to stay or to leave. His adam’s apple was bobbing up and down as if he wanted to cry, a trembling breath falling from his lips as his father called for him one more time to come to him.
Your heart was beating through your chest now, your body turning slightly towards his as you wrapped your free hand around his wrist softly. He was being tested and in the worst way possible with a whole expecting audience. The fight between wanting to be good or being with his family was visibly eating him alive; even if it meant betraying himself, he loved his parents and being with them even if it was in awful, wicked circumstances.
You started to feel more frantic when Narcissa stepped forward, her facial expression was like stone, but the emotion swimming behind her eyes was vivid. You saw the same appearance on her the last time you were at the Manor, strong on the outside but troubled on the inside - much like her son. A pale manicured hand was placed on her husband’s shoulder, her lips set in a thin line as she observed Draco and then you. You held your breath, knowing that if she called him to her, he would go. You felt like preparing yourself for the blow that was about to come, for the goodbye, for the letting go again, but nothing ever came.
She waited until Voldemort had his back to her, her eyes locking with yours suddenly and then over to Draco while she smiled ever so slightly, you almost missing it completely before she nodded just as faintly and mouthed, “it’s okay.”
The hold on your hand lessened almost immediately only for him to stiffen again when Voldemort looked back between him and then his parents. You sensed Draco about to lurch forward, but someone else did first.
Neville stepped forward, the attention falling on him now as Voldemort focused his unbelieving stare on him now. But what he thought was a new devoter was actually the complete opposite.
The speech he gave inspired the atmosphere again and gave strength to the people still willing to fight. You held onto Draco’s hand tightly, his head turning to face you with worry at the death-like grip and the tremors shooting down your arms. He was about to take you away, about to run somewhere far away with you in his arms and ready to fight for his life to escape the next fight about to take place. He didn’t want you to bear witness to any more pain and just as he opened his mouth to speak - everyone in the courtyard had audibly and roughly gasped in surprise.
He turned hastily, his gaze following everyone else’s to where Harry now stood, wand in his hand and shooting a spell at the Dark Lord’s snake companion. He saw Voldemort staring back in horror, throwing spells back at Harry’s retreating figure while some of the Death Eaters began to apparate into the air in their signature black mists. That is when Draco found his footing again, his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach as he damn near pulled you away with all his might.
You cried out in fear, the blasts being sent through the air and screams of spells like repeats of the night before were enough to have your courage muddled once again. This time, though, Draco was going to make it his mission to keep you out of harm’s way.
He ran inside the castle with you, sprinting down the corridors with your hand grasped tightly in his as you passed piles of rubble and the empty portraits that were once alive. He stopped at a random door, forgetting about his wand and rather following his primal instincts to kick at its wooden planks until it swung open to reveal a dark classroom. He kept your hand in his as he maneuvered around the desks with you in the dark, his destination being the small storage room at the very back of the class where it was hidden by some tall display shelves.
The storage closet was cramped and empty, a couple of unlabeled and old dusty bottles of who knows what was left on the shelves above. He moved you inside - but he didn’t follow this time.
“Draco,” you warn. “Where are you going?”
He opened his mouth to answer but he quickly shut it, his head turning around rapidly at the sound of someone running outside the class. That’s when you saw it, a dark mist unexpectedly showed up at the door, a harsh “Malfoy brat!” escaping his mouth as he started running towards Draco with his wand in his hand.
“I love you,” Draco hastily said before slamming the door shut in your face. A clicking sound rang in the little room, your hand reaching for the doorknob he just locked on you to try and rattle it open.
Struggling grunts, loud bangs, and finally a shattering window echoed in your ears despite you being locked in the storage room. You were paralyzed with fear, keeping deathly silent to try and hear if they were still in the room or if someone had been killed. You prayed it wasn’t the latter, increasingly growing angry with Draco for not allowing you to help him. Though you’d complained to him about him not letting you fight beside him, and saved him from being killed by the Death Eater the night before, you understood why he always flees to hide you.
It wasn’t because he thought you were weak, he told you time and time again it wasn’t your skills he was worried about - but his.
You fished out your wand with shaky hands and blurred vision, pointing towards the doorknob with a fervent 'alohomora.’ It slowly opened, your foot kicking it forward only slightly as you cautiously stepped back out into the open. There was no one and nothing there but stained glass window shards on the ground near the middle of the room where the fight between the two undoubtedly happened. You ran towards the mess, leaping up onto a ledge and looking outside the window where Draco was nowhere to be found.
A dry mouth accompanied your fears, a coldness enveloping you with an unwelcome hug as you stepped back onto the ground and made a beeline towards the door of the classroom. You rushed through the hallway, ducking and hiding from Death Eaters as you ran with all your might towards the Great Hall.
It was still packed with people, more injured people than there was the last time you were in there less than an hour ago. Everything moved so fast, your feet carrying you forward without another thought as you bolted through the Great Hall and towards the courtyard.
You almost made it to the opening, your eyes suddenly spotting three heads of bright platinum hair in the distance hiding behind a large fallen pillar before you were met with the cold stone beneath you.
Someone had grabbed your leg as you were running, your body colliding with the floor as you ripped yourself away almost instantly once you realized you had fallen. You looked back with your wand on defense as you prepared to face your attacker, but there was no one.
A pale and almost green-looking older man stared at you with wide fearful irises, pupils blown out and mouth hanging open and moaning in pain. He gestured weakly to his wounded body and the sight nearly made you want to collapse all over again.
You glanced back towards Draco and then again towards the man, the decision in your head already being made with the innate need to want to heal the man before you as you scurried over quickly to tend to him. You used your wand to try and heal some of his more major wounds but some of them wouldn’t close fast enough and you were left with the man falling deeper into pain as he lost more blood.
He started grabbing at your hands, forcefully pushing your wand hand towards his lacerations while you struggled to focus between him and the battlefield where Draco was standing with his parents.
“Please, heal me, please miss,” he begged, pulling your arm again. You were forced to turn away, worry eating away at you as you struggled to center your mind for the spell to close up his wounds. He finally stopped clawing at you, sitting back in defeat as you croaked out the bandaging spell with a shaky hand over the area, and finally saw most of his gashes closing up while you did.
Your momentary focus was cut short when a loud boom roared throughout the area, some of the windows breaking from the frequency of it and your eardrums suddenly pulsing with a high-pitched ringing. You fell back on your hands, your blood running cold as you hastily turned around to look outside. You couldn’t see anything, just a thick unpenetrable cloud of smoke and more chunks of the castle falling. You could feel the ground shake as they connected with the stone pavement, more dust flying up into the air as they did.
You felt like screaming, maybe you were, you couldn’t hear a thing besides the ringing and distant explosions. Hot tears were falling down your face as you pushed yourself up from the ground, stumbling over your feet from how fast you were moving yet feeling so heavy at the same time. You couldn’t stop yourself from trying to run blindly into the cloud of smoke, desperately trying to look for Draco all while praying that you didn’t and instead he moved out of the way.
Your hearing was slowly returning to you; the sound of nothing yet everything was unnerving. Cries and spell incantations and destruction - but also panicked dead silence. You could feel and faintly hear yourself screaming out for Draco, his name echoing brokenly in the darkened air.
It felt like everything was moving in slow-motion, a feeling you don’t think you’d ever get used to no matter how often it happened. It always ensued in the most unanticipated and painful moments, your adrenaline sky-rocketing and your mind moving rapidly, but everything else seemed to move like a stop-motion film.
People had started running out of the smoke and towards the opening in the wall to retreat into the Great Hall. They were coughing violently, some hobbling over and grabbing at themselves from wherever they were in pain. Some brushed past you, some bumped into you as if you weren’t there, some gripped onto your arms and pleaded for you to go inside either because they needed help or were just trying to protect you from moving out of a danger zone. You felt dumb still calling out for Draco, no answer, no speck of white dirtied hair, no one hearing or seeing a thing about him.
The sob stuck in your throat finally tore itself through, your heart dropping to your stomach as Madam Pomfrey appeared near the wall to call out for you to come inside to help again. You didn’t want to leave your spot in the sheer and blind hope that the love of your life would stumble through the area safe and okay. Even when the smoke cleared up and Harry Potter and Voldemort became clear in the courtyard again with their wands fighting against each other, you still didn’t see any sign of Draco.
“Y/N!” Madam Pomfrey called for you again desperately as she ushered people inside. You were sick to your stomach, your vision hazy and your legs weak. You couldn’t stop crying or shaking, all of your worst nightmares abruptly feeling too real for you to handle. Your name was called for again, your heart breaking even further as your feet unwillingly dragged you back inside only to be thrown back into healing people which was ironically the last thing you wanted to do at this moment.
Your tears didn’t stop when you were kneeled and tending to someone’s broken ankle, your whole body trembling still even as you tried to focus and still yourself enough to give them what they needed. All you could think about was Draco and how you might never see him alive again, never feel him, or experience life with him in the way you dreamed of. Every moment you spent with him felt like it was slowly going down the drain; everything you went through - all were just going to be agonizing memories. The recurring nightmarish flush of emotions that felt like they ran through you every other day when you thought Draco was dead was on the forefront now. You swore you were about to empty dry-heave over the person underneath you, forcing down the need to gag even if it was painfully bubbling in your throat.
It was panic all around you, and panic, and more panic - until there wasn’t. You hadn’t even noticed that all the rushing and commotion in the room stopped until you realized you were able to hear your faint weeping and then scattered shocked gasps and a disappearing howl of the wind.
You hastily stood up from your kneeled position over the person you were finished tending, your sight bouncing from every corner of the courtyard where the only visible person in your vision was Harry, his head following the movement of a long whirl of black ashes that were disappearing into the gray and polluted sky from the aftermath of the battle.
The realization hit you a million times over in the few seconds that you watched the ashes vanish into thin air.
Voldemort was gone.
The only thing on Earth that was standing between you and Draco from giving in to each other freely and thoughtlessly. It felt like all your fears had dissipated into the gray hub with the speckled ashes of the Dark Lord, no more worry for the future that no longer looked so bleak - but unknowing again. You couldn’t find Draco anywhere and just as fast as your dread had left you; it came rushing back with a nauseating flood of terror. You were never sure whether to trust your intuition that always sparkled with faith that tried to wash away your worries or your mind that was racing with doubts and pessimistic thoughts telling the rest of your being to relax and lose the blind hope.
You almost tripped over yourself trying to scurry out towards the gathering crowd near the exit, your heartbeat feeling hollow and legs weak and feeling like you were sinking into quicksand. You brought up your elbow to try and maneuver yourself through the growing group of people, but someone with a swift grasp around your arm had stopped you and spun you around directly into their embrace.
Draco was no stranger to you. There was nothing about him that you wouldn’t be able to recognize. You knew it was him the moment your nose brushed against the cool skin of his throat where it still smelled faintly of his cologne. You felt his disheveled hair tickle your cheeks and the soft thankful string of whispers that felt like a warm kiss going past your ear lobes. Your arms were tight around his neck, not caring about the possibility that you might be choking him but he was holding onto your waist just as hard and unknowingly spinning you both around in a slow and dazed way that felt like gravity was pulling you both together as he rocked you carefully back and forth in his hold. Your endless hot tears were falling onto his collarbones and soaking the neckline of his shirt, his physical presence almost being too much for you after you had accidentally convinced yourself of his death.
“I thought you died,” you mumble out muffledly into his chest. “I saw you and then there was a blast and-”
“You forget I can apparate, Y/L/N?” He whispers the question.
When you finally opened your eyes, you were still tightly held in Draco’s arms, propping your chin on his shoulder as you held your breath from the beauty that was unveiling itself right in front of you. You were facing the opening to the courtyard, the dense gray thunderous clouds in the orange and blue sky were quickly disappearing as if they were being magically blown away like they didn’t belong there.
The sun was beaming down on you, the rays kissing every inch of your face with a warmth that filled you with peace. You hadn’t seen the sun in so long, bright and shimmering in all its glory like it was the first day of summer. Birds and other small flying creatures were soaring through the air again, the chirps and songs of dawn that began the new day were beautifully loud as if they were alarms that were waking everyone up from a nightmare.
It felt like the morning of a day you were yearning so long for, a day that felt like the equivalent of events that you were just so thrilled for and couldn’t wait for, where you spent the night before wide-awake with adrenaline and couldn’t sleep because of how excited you were for what lied ahead; like the day before you began your first-year at Hogwarts. Otherworldly and full of awe and wondrous hope for a future that was now infinite.
You weren’t sure how long it took you to tear your stare away from the scene. You leaned back, his hands still resting on your hips to hold you in place as you gazed into his waiting eyes but it was enough to make you feel speechless again. You wanted to kiss him with every fiber in your being, feel his touch from head to toe.
You took a look around you and saw everyone in a mix of joyous tears, celebratory hugs, and kisses.
“Are you alright?” He asked you quietly, soft concern entangled between his words, eyebrows furrowed and eyes focused on yours attentively. “I’m sorry I left you in the storage closet. I was going to go in with you, I swear, but I heard someone coming and-”
“It’s okay, Draco,” you cut him off, releasing a huff of air, “I’m alright and I understand. Thank you.” You gave him a teary smile. He returned the grin half-heartedly, one of his hands coming up from behind your back and carefully moving a flyaway out of your face.
“Good.” He let out breathily. “Now let’s get out of here for a minute.”
His fingers interlocked with yours, his arm tugging you slightly in the direction he wanted to take you in as he turned on his heel and began towards the Great Hall’s main doors. It felt foreign now that it was riddled with every awful thing that just happened, stained and etched into the stone walls for the rest of Hogwarts history.
Everything was different now, it looked and felt like so in the clearest way.
You were walking through the large meadows blossoming throughout the outside of the school now that the sun was out and all its beings that came with its bright renewing light. Tall blades of grass brushed across your ankles, flowers, and weeds latching themselves onto your calves slightly as if they were hugging your lower limbs like they were old friends.
He was taking you towards your tree, its lively branches twirling around in the whistling gales flowing through it. It snowed white and pink wispy petals and bright green leaves, the pieces of nature flying excitedly in the air as they fell all around you or disappeared into the passing breeze.
There was a pause when you both stopped in your steps in front of the sentient’s trunk, right underneath all its shaking twigs. Your hands stayed in each other’s grasp, but no words were said yet. No reactions or outbursts, just blankness written on his perfect face if you ignored the wrinkle in his brow you were sure was permanent now as it was always there.
“How do you feel?” You ask almost hesitantly, the thickness in the air growing by the second from his silence.
“I don’t know.” He sounds far away. His head was in a million other places than where he was. “It’s odd, I thought I’d-” He stopped himself. You caught the disappointment that flashed across his icy eyes.
“What is it?” You waited. You hoped you didn’t sound too eager, however the innate need you felt now to ease away all his worries always had you ready at your feet to bring him some sort of peace.
“I thought it would feel happier,” he mumbles, looking up at you with vast watery eyes. “He’s gone, but he left me with nothing.”
You frown at his reveal. You could sense the uneasiness inside him as the adrenaline from watching the Dark Lord disappear into thin air had rapidly passed for him. He was realizing now that his problem was no longer Voldemort, but his life that got thrown off its track in the process.
“And the worst of it all,” he mutters bitterly, his tears now rushing angrily down his face in muddy streaks. You felt him roughly pull his left sleeve up, pitiful sniffles emitting from him as he struggled helplessly to fold the fabric up his arm.
You placed a careful hand over his trembling ones, stopping his wild movements as you tried your best to hush him into comfort. It seemed like the simplest things work for him when they come from you, centering all his anger and sadness so abruptly it almost feels like he gets brought back down to Earth after being launched into space. He was still livid and ashamed, but for your sake only, he kept himself from moving recklessly and calmed his haphazardness.
“It’s still there,” he let out defeatedly, dragging his fingers across the faded black ink on his skin. You could still make out the skull and the snake, its form still clear as day, just significantly less opaque on his arm.
Draco felt let down almost. He built up the excitement of thinking he would be able to get rid of that horrible mark one day if Voldemort ever got defeated, but the day was finally here and yet it still stained him as a reminder of the worst years of his life that he wanted to do everything in his power to forget.
“I seem to remember telling you the night you first showed it to me,” you trailed off as you replaced the hand over his mark with yours. “That, while I know you hate it and I know it hurts to see it. It’s not you. And one day, forth from today, it’s going to be so faint that it’ll just be a reminder of how you survived and got through the most difficult point of your life. I know you want to forget, but this won’t ever be something you can just ignore. It’s going to be with you forever and the only thing you can do is move forward and try towards the future you dreamed of when you thought it was impossible. I believe in your future, Draco. You can still be who you want to be.”
He would never be able to fully explain to you how appreciative he was for you; for your entire existence and your presence in his life. He couldn’t fathom how much the flurry of emotions that ran through his body affected him due to your reassuring words dripping from your lips like honey. Simple skin-to-skin contact from you, or even just a look - could send his mind into a hurricane like that. He doesn’t think he’ll get over it, ever.
The feeling of you.
Draco took a shuddering breath, allowing the unexpected warm air to fill his lungs and hopefully rid his body of its anxious random quivering. He didn’t want to cry anymore in front of you, nor did he want to sadden you on what was supposed to be a relieving day.
Unfortunately for him, you were able to read him instantly. You finally cracked the code of Draco Malfoy and what he looked like when he was withholding words or sentiments from you. When he was genuinely troubled with his thoughts. Or any other beautiful or haunting expression that settled itself onto his porcelain features. Your speech to him had touched the deepest depths in his heart and eased his worries tremendously, but he couldn’t shake the anxiety gnawing at him.
Right now, he was looking spooked and pained. His expression wasn’t as harsh as it had been for the last many months you’ve known him now, but it was still clear he was disturbed. You knew nothing you said or did for him would be able to completely erase the events that transpired and changed not only his world but the whole wizarding world - and yours. Everyone had overextended their body, minds, powers, and efforts for the sake of a bright future with the endless possibilities that no one would ever take for granted again.
All you were able to do for him right now was gently tug his arm to wordlessly ask him to sit in the grass with you, to which he complied, and you embraced him with every intention of never letting go. Something about the way you wrapped your whole self around him made him feel grateful all over again and most of all, safe. Your hands ran up and down his back soothingly, every once in a while one snaked up his neck and played with the hair on the back of his head, nails grazing soft circles onto his scalp. Your chest was flush against his and he couldn’t help moving you onto his lap to wrap his arms around you tighter and bring you impossibly closer.
This was the first time, he realized, that when he closed his eyes and saw the darkness surrounding his vision - it wasn’t bleak. It wasn’t hopeless as it had been just over an hour ago. It was like a huge iron weight had been lifted off his chest, the figurative anchor tugging him to the bottom of his despair was cut free and he felt himself slowly but surely coming back up to the surface. The drowning feeling in him wasn’t overwhelming anymore.
Draco was unsure of whether or not his steady breathing was because he had automatically begun matching his inhales and exhales to the rise and fall of your chest against him, or if it was because of the continuous realization that the Devil looming over his fate was gone, but he was grateful.
Merlin, he was so grateful.
He was fine for a second. But then something much worse came to mind.
The thoughts of what would happen after Voldemort’s death quickly changed from him wondering how can he move forward with his life and now tainted past, to realizing what he and his family did was a crime. An extremely unforgiving crime in his world and one punishable by an eternity of imprisonment in the worst place imaginable. A place that if he didn’t have the soul sucked out of him physically, he would lose it himself with time as he rotted away.
Draco felt his breathing switch from steady to ragged almost instantaneously again. His hands were suddenly on your hips, carefully sliding you off of him and scooting away from you so that he could gather himself. He couldn’t look at you right now, feeling insanely guilty for who he was and how you didn’t deserve to deal with his mess. You didn’t deserve to keep getting put through hell for him and he hated knowing that everything awful that had happened to you has been directly linked to him, caused by him indirectly.
"Draco,” you call out to him gently. You saw the panic in his eyes, his cheeks growing red with dread, and his fingers pulling at his white strands. You feared for him, his heart, and his mind. You wanted to cry with him, understanding that he wasn’t going to be okay for a while.
“I’m so pathetic, I’m sorry,” he expressed to you meekly.
“What’s wrong, love?” You try again. You crawled over to him, stopping in front of him where he was hugging his knees to his chest and sobbing into the fabric of his pants. His cries broke your heart like they did every time, the pain always evident in his wavering voice. “Maybe I can help?”
“No, Y/N,” he muttered weakly. “You can’t help me on this one.”
“How do you know that if you won’t tell me what it is.” You frown at his stubbornness. You noticed his attempt at trying to take a deep breath to answer you and the way his head slightly shook from side to side.
“Unless you can stop the ministry from banishing me to Azkaban,” he finally spits out with a
Draco was excited for his friends to come over. Despite seeing them throughout the whole semester at Hogwarts, Draco was still looking forward to spending countless summer days with them. Hearing the door open, Draco zoomed down the stairs as he heard three distinct voices. “Guys!” he cheered as he saw his friends’ faces light up with a smile. Because both Narcissa and Lucius were gone, the four children were free to roam the manor and its gardens as they pleased. With the heat making it impossible to run around, the children decided to have a water fight. After persuading the elves to provide them with an unending supply of snacks and treats, the four children began chasing each other about the gardens, spraying water in each other’s faces. “Come and get me, Blaise!” Pansy yelled before shrieking as Blaise sprayed water all over her causing the young girl to laugh loudly. Draco was currently hiding behind one of the bushes, preparing to ambush Theo who was standing around, looking to find his next target. Just as Draco was about to shoot, he heard the car door close and realised his parents must have been home now. Standing up in excitement, Draco failed to notice Theo’s smirk as the young boy soaked him.
Because he didn’t want to be soaking like his son, Lucius instantly held both palms up in surrender when he approached the gardens. “Woah, Woah! I’m the good guy!” Lucius warned playfully, wiggling his eyebrows at the young children. “Hi, Mr Malfoy” Pansy smiled before directing her attention to Mrs Malfoy who was still standing by the car. It was then that Draco remembered where his parents had just come from. “Wait!” your brother cried. “Is she really here?” he smiled, looking up at his father. Lucius simply nodded as he looked in his wife’s direction and saw you come out of the car. It had been a while since Draco’s friends had seen you, especially with you being in Beauxbatons, France during the school semesters. “Is who here?” Blaise asked, looking back and forth between Draco and Lucius finding himself growing more curious. “My sister, duh! Who else?” Draco smiled as he dropped the water toys and ran straight towards the car in your direction.
When Pansy saw you step out of the car, she didn’t need much persuasion to follow Draco and run over towards you. Growing up as an only child, Pansy found herself looking up to you as a big sister. The young girl adored spending time with you, which was tough given how infrequently she saw you. Even though she was Draco’s friend, she would constantly come to the manor to see you. Just you. “Wait for us!” Theo called out as he and Blaise headed over to follow their friends. Seeing your brother run towards you, with his friends closely behind, you couldn’t help but smirk in delight at all the attention. Even though Draco was an irritating little brother that drove you crazy from time to time, you still loved him. “Wow, would you look at what we have here!” you teased, earning a subtle glare from your mother. You had only just arrived home and planned to annoy your brother relentlessly. “Hi, baby dragon,” you smiled as you hugged your brother before turning your attention to his friends. Noticing Pansy’s huge smile, you quickly offered the girl a hug, which she happily reciprocated with glee. You loved spending time with Pansy. She was nothing but adorable. A little bit of a tomboy, but sweet nonetheless.
Theo couldn’t help but grin in enjoyment as Draco’s childhood nickname was mentioned. “Baby dragon?” he asked, folding his arms and looking at Draco, mocking him. “Shut up, Theo” Draco grumbled before being interrupted by his mother. “Now, now Draco. That’s not kind,” she scolded him before joining her husband in the gardens. As Narcissa made her way toward Lucius, she was shocked when he started to drench her in water, causing Narcissa to shriek at how cold the water was. “Ah! Lucius- you little!”, she started before chasing her husband around the gardens attempting to soak him back. Laughing loudly at the sight of your parents’ actions, you very quickly chased after them assisting your mother in seeking her revenge. It wasn’t long before the remaining children followed suit and started to drench Lucius in water causing the grown man to pout. “Alright! Alright! I surrender! Ah- Y/N! How dare you turn your back on me? What happened to you being Daddy’s girl, huh?” Lucius mocked, causing you to roll your eyes at him. “You should have thought about that before you soaked Mum!” you retorted, sticking your tongue out at your father causing Lucius to fake his hurt expression.
“See, Lu. I told you,” Narcissa smirked. “I’m Y/N’s favourite!” she smiled before wrapping her arm around you and hugging you. Hugging your mother, you couldn’t help but smile. You truly had missed your family, especially this semester. So it was wonderful knowing how easy it was for you to slip back into the groove of things. Noticing your father’s pout, you pulled away from your mother to hug him before kissing him softly on the cheek causing his frown to turn upside down and showcase a smile once more. “You’re both my favourites,” you emphasised.
“But she loves me more!” Draco interrupted. “Nuh-uh! Y/N loves me more!” Pansy repeated, mocking the younger blonde boy. “What? You’re not even her real sister! Besides, we all know Y/N loves us more! We are her favourite boys!”, Theo argued before nodding towards Blaise who smiled in agreement. “Yeah! We’re much less annoying-”, Blaise started before shrieking when the cold water made contact with his back. Turning around and catching you standing there, one hand on your hip as you giggled at his reaction, you very quickly ran away when you realised you were in for it. As the younger children chased you around the garden, your parents couldn’t help but laugh at how quickly you surrendered once they caught up to you.
“Alright, alright! Hey! Okay! I love you all very much! Quit it, Draco!”, you begged before pulling your brother down onto the grass by his ankles. Once Draco was down for the count, you very quickly ran away from the rest of the children before making a spontaneous decision. Clearly, they weren’t looking to stop the water fight anytime soon, not unless they were deemed victorious. Noticing that mischievous look in your eyes, Narcissa very quickly warned you against whatever you were thinking. “Y/N Narcissa Malfoy. Don’t you dare-” she started, but it was too late.
Jumping into the pool, the four children looked at you in shock. They knew you were a risk-taker but this was crazy! “Your sister is so cool!” Pansy mumbled to Draco who simply nodded his head as he was still stunned by your actions. That was the thing Draco loved about you. You were the brave one. The one person in his life he could always rely on. No matter what. “Ha! Ha! I won!” you cheered knowing there was no way they would copy you. You thought wrong! Quickly swimming out of the way, all four children floated up laughing at how cool the water in the pool felt. “Ha! Ha! Now we won too!” Pansy smiled as she swam towards you and hugged you once more. You hurriedly got out of the pool after noticing your father chuckling in the background as he went into the manor and dried yourself off with one of the towels nearby. “Y/N!” Narcissa scolded, even though you could tell she was being playful. As you spent the rest of the evening with your little brother and his friends, smiling as they told you stories of their time at Hogwarts before they insisted on hearing about your time at Beauxbatons instead.
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You’re bored, the most bored you’d ever been perhaps. You’ve been sitting in the library with Draco for hours, waiting for him to finish up his essay. Finally you got so bored you started mindlessly chatting with him even though he’d barely respond.
“So what color do you think I should get?” You ask your boyfriend while picking at your chipped nail polish.
“I think that if you’d just shut up I’d already be done with this potions essay.”
Ouch. He didn’t even look up from the parchment paper.
“Sorry for inconveniencing with you with my presence, I won’t be bothering you anymore.” You say as you gather your stuff and storm out the library, your feelings hurt. How dare he speak to you like that.
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.
the battle of hogwarts, except draco malfoy stands up to voldemort in the courtyard scene. (draco x reader) beware: big angst
trigger warning: violence, gore, major character death
‘And now is the time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us.’
A pause. Two words, spat out with venom into the cold morning air.
‘Or die.’
Draco fixes his gaze on the rubble before him as Voldemort’s serpent eyes pan the crowd. His body swims with the exhaustion of sleepless nights, while his mind is forced to stay alert to the danger that he is once again in. He doesn’t want to fight anymore.
‘Draco.’ His father’s rasp breaks the heavy silence. Heads turn to stare accusingly at him, and Draco feels a small flutter of hope that is replaced by a heavy weight in his chest as he realises the head he most longs to see is not there.
What if you’re dead?
He doesn’t want to think about it.
He would never forgive himself.
‘Draco.’ His father, again, this time more desperate. More heads turn to look, none of them yours.
Draco finally dares look up, his sight travelling past the cloaked figure that has haunted him for the past few years and landing on his father. Lucius Malfoy, with his bloodshot eyes, dishevelled robes and straggly blonde hair, is a sad imitation of his former self.
Draco hates him.
He hates Voldemort too, and his stupid movement. He doesn’t want to go.
But he is terrified, afraid of what he knows Voldemort is capable of, afraid of what he has seen in those long grisly days at Malfoy Manor. He sees the green light hitting Professor Snape’s colleague square in the chest and her falling with a sullen thud onto the wood. He sees the snake sliding up the table too, past his trembling hands, and opening its fanged mouth and devouring her whole, blood and bones and guts covering where he used to eat his dinners as a child. He sees his aunt’s blade opening up Hermione Granger’s arm.
When his mother - his mother, who he still loves, even after everything - speaks his name, softly like she had done when he was younger and less scarred, Draco’s resolve disappears. Everything else blurs until all he can see is her platinum blonde head, and he lifts one foot and takes a step onto the rubble in front of him, and then another, until a hand reaches out from behind him and grabs him by the wrist.
And there you are, weak from the night’s fighting, tears staining your cheeks, but with eyes as bright as stars because you are alive, wonderously, gloriously alive.
‘Draco.’
For the third time, someone speaks his name, and Draco takes in the sight of you, who he’s loved since fourth year, who he’s continued to love despite your ending it due to his involvement with Voldemort. Evidently you must still have some feeling left towards him, otherwise you wouldn’t be doing this.
He’d looked for you in the battle, before and after the fire in the Room of Requirement, heart leaping when he caught sight of people who could’ve been you, but weren’t. This went on for the rest of night, and in the heat and terror and waves of dead bodies that were too many to count, Draco had slowly given up hope.
'I thought you were dead.’
'Draco, don’t do this.’
Your hand continues to grip his wrist tightly, nails digging into soft skin. People are staring, and Narcissa Malfoy calls once again for her son, the sharp edge of fear creeping into her tone.
'I don’t want to,’ he chokes.
'Then don’t,’ you whisper. 'You’re better than this.’ You indicate with a shaking hand towards Voldemort and his followers. 'You’re better than him, than them -’
'I’m not.’
'You are. And - and you wanna know why?’
Draco stands still. The only part of him that moves are his grey eyes, stormy with turmoil and guilt. Then he begins to turn his head to look back at his parents. You reach out and place a trembling hand on his cheek, and gently guide his eyes to stare back into yours.
'Because they’ve made their choices,’ you say. 'They chose, some longer ago than others, to hurt people because of who they were. They chose to inflict pain. They chose to ruin lives. They’ve already chosen the path they want to take, and have covered a lot already. Most of them even seem to enjoy it.’
Grey eyes, stormy eyes, eyes beginning to fill with tears -
'I don’t think you would enjoy it.’
'Draco!’ Narcissa and Lucius, together this time.
'My parents,’ he whimpers, sounding like a little boy again.
You keep your hand pressed to his cheek. You can feel his blood pumping under his skin: warm, hot, pureblood, blood which isn’t at all different from anyone else’s.
'This is your choice. Your parents cannot make it for you.’
A grey sky above a grey castle covered in grey rubble, Harry lying dead in Hagrid’s arms -
'They made theirs a long time ago. Don’t suffer for them anymore. God knows you’ve suffered enough.’
You take your palm off his cheek; you’ve said all you can say. Draco is free now.
'Draco.’ A fourth speaker sounds his name in a soft snarl, and this time it is Voldemort himself. He is growing impatient - he is not making a request. It is a command, for Draco to decide. For Draco to choose.
He pulls his eyes away from yours. You don’t know what he is going to do. You have never been able to read him, not really, not even when you look into his soul through grey windows.
’Draco…’
A final warning. A sharp intake of breath from the crowd, and strangled screams are ripped from both Lucius and Narcissa’s throats.
The man turns around, and looks deep into Lord Voldemort’s snake eyes.
Draco Malfoy is shaking with terror, but he somehow manages to keep his voice steady.
'No.’
A gasp from the crowd, an angry hiss from Voldemort, and Lucius Malfoy begins to plead.
'My lord, he is just a boy - he does not understand what he is saying - the gravity of his words -’
Voldemort ignores him. He continues to stare at Draco, who stands his ground despite wanting the earth to give out underneath him. He imagines the flash of green light again, the dull thud, the snake -
’What did you say?’
The Slytherin common room, the thrill of Quidditch matches, Butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks, laughter with you -
’No.’
Narcissa Malfoy speaks, her soft voice brave in the cold air. 'My lord - please.’
Voldemort raises the Elder Wand -
'My lord, please!’
I’m so sorry, mother. I had to do this. I had to do it
You grab Draco’s sweaty hand and quickly lace your fingers with his, because if he is going to die, surely you will too, and you want to go with him. You want to go with the man who made the right choice, if only at the very end.
Voldemort begins to say the spell and you grip Draco’s hand tighter, but just as you’ve prepared to die something in the Dark Lord’s face changes and he whips around.
The bolt of green light hits Narcissa Malfoy square in the chest, and she falls with a sullen thud onto the cold stone floor.
Someone screams. Draco lets go of your hand and runs to his mother, Voldemort’s inhuman laugh echoing in both your ears -
This will hurt him far more than him dying ever could.
You want to run to Draco but your legs have turned to jelly and you can’t breathe. All you can comprehend is the sound of him howling, and you’ve never heard anything like it in your life. You shove your hands over your ears to no avail. Raw, ragged, animal screams of pain sound out in the courtyard of Hogwarts.
Guilt and heartbreak descend upon you, and they’re heavy, so heavy that it hurts. You sink down under the gazes of the onlookers, the vision of three blonde heads, one of them lolling lifelessly on the stone - oh god - blocked from your view. Not even Harry jumping from Hagrid’s arms and the chaos that ensues cause you to rise from your sitting position.
Eventually you feel strong grips under your arms and Neville Longbottom pulls you into the Great Hall, putting the grey courtyard out of your sight.
Esrom Riddle née Trelawney wanted her husband dead for what he did. The certainty of his death would be a long wait, at the hands of child no less. If Esrom Riddle played her cards right, it would be at the hands of his own flesh and blood, his worst fear. She didn’t care what she had to do, who she had to hurt or turn into a pawn to get what she wanted. Esrom Riddle never expected that her own pawns would play their own games, not even her third eye could have predicted the mess she made to ensure her husband’s death…
you’ve been tormenting the malfoy family for what feels like forever.
it’s become a kind of game at this point, a game everyone is involved in. the malfoys pretend they don’t expect your presence, and you pretend you are tormenting them because you don’t like them. it’s back and forth, back and forth, and you’ve been doing it too long to back out now.
it starts the same way every time - the gate is open, and they pretend it’s because they forgot to close it. nobody mentions the fact that lucius malfoy hasn’t forgotten a single thing in his entire life. nobody mentions draco’s blonde head peaking out from behind the living room curtains, waiting for the arrival of a person he claims to despise.
you stroll in with the ease of someone who owns the place, smiling and waving at the white peacocks that have become so familiar with your presence by now that they don’t even make a noise upon seeing you. they lift their graceful heads, and then they bow them again - it’s as simple as that.
you knock on the door, grinning even wider when you hear narcissa’s faux exclamation of, “who could that possibly be?” you know for a fact that draco has warned her of your presence already, that all three of them have been expecting your arrival since they woke up this morning.
and then the door opens, and narcissa stands there in all her glory. such a tall, graceful woman, and you tell her that on a daily basis, making her blush because you are her favourite little Mudblood, and she lets you get away with things like that.
you lean against the door frame, spinning your wand between your ringed fingers. narcissa glares at you without speaking, her jaw working as she inspects you.
“evening,” you drawl. “how are you today, my dear?”
her nostrils flare. “how many times have we told you to stay away from our home?”
“oh, plenty of times. i’ve quite lost count.” you straighten, craning your neck to see over her tall frame, into the hallway beyond. standing in the foyer, just as you predicted, just as he always does, is draco. you give him a wave before turning back to face his mother. “is he alright? i haven’t seen him much at school recently.”
“my sons wellbeing is none of your business.”
draco appears at his mothers elbow. “you can tell professor snape i’ve been feeling ill.”
you smile - draco giving you orders is moreso his way of answering your questions without looking like he gives a shit. you appreciate it, this code you two speak in, because in all truth, you doworry about the malfoy boy quite a bit.
you met him in school, your very first year at hogwarts. you were crushed beneath adrenaline, having found out about your powers only a few weeks before being shipped off to this strange and wonderful new school. you had a wand, and a robe, and there was a giant man ushering you into a tiny boat, ready to take you to the future.
and then draco appeared, and he knew who you were. he must have looked through the first year list, must have looked you up and realised you were a muggle-born. he did his research, and that was the first point of respect he earned off you.
“let them in, mother,” draco says now. “the elves made too much food anyway; might as well put them to use whilst they’re here.”
you give a mock bow. “much appreciated, malfoy.”
he snarls, before mother and son turn on their heels and lead you into the home you have become so familiar with these past few years. you’ve traced these walls with your fingers a thousand times before, and you do the same now. upstairs, you hear the elves marching around, putting stuff back where they belong, chuntering amongst themselves; silently, you wonder where lucius is.
draco and narcissa lead you to the kitchen, where stacks upon stacks of food are set up along the grand dining table. draco hands you a glass of water before gesturing to the plates and saying, “dig in. and be grateful we haven’t got the ministry involved.”
“the ministry?” you raise a brow, taking a long, loud sip of your water before continuing. “draco, what would the ministry possibly do? you’ve been letting me into your home for years - it’s starting to get a little old hearing you say you don’t want me here.”
draco blinks, startled.
narcissa steps in, grabbing the water from your hand and slamming it upon the table. “we don’twant you here. the last thing we need is some filthy mudblood knocking on our door at all hours of the morning.”
the word doesn’t even sting any more - it’s a wound that has been closed long enough now to no longer hurt. so instead, you smile and say, “very true, narcissa. i’ll have my water back now, if you please.”
narcissa growls, turns and walks out of the kitchen. she always does this. it’s become part of the routine.
you grab the water yourself and take another sip. draco continues staring at you, a habit he adopted only recently. you remember the first time he did it, the first time it was more than a glance, more than an accidental brush of eye contact between you; he was standing on the opposite side of the kitchen, those slim fingers tapping a rhythm against the expensive granite. you and lucius were chatting, lucius asking - yet again - why you’re here, why you can never leave them alone, why you aren’t at school. you were going to answer, but draco’s gaze was burning a hole into the side of your face, and you truly felt as if you had no choice but to pack it in early and go home, just to recuperate.
you’ve gotten better with it. you don’t have any plans of storming out any time soon, though his gaze still makes your face heat up and your stomach squirm.
“so, you’ve been ill, have you?” you begin. “i won’t lie, draco, you look pretty spritely to me.”
“i wouldn’t expect you to understand,” draco shoots back. “you should just mind your business.”
“i never asked you what was wrong. i was just saying - seems like you’re looking for a muggle excuse to get out of going to school.”
draco glares, though the expression has less effect now that he’s taken to never taking his eyes off you, no matter what his emotions towards you are in the moment. “i’ve told you not to call me that.”
“didn’t call you anything.”
“you called me a muggle.”
you narrow your eyes in faux confusion. “i said your excuse was muggle.don’t blow it out of proportion, mate.”
he throws his hands up, turning away for what feels like the first time since he laid eyes on you. “why are you here this time, y/n? what could you possiblywant from us now?”
“i’ve never wanted anything from you.” you inspect the endless plates on the table. “although i will pinch a scotch egg, if you don’t mind.”
draco watches as you reach across the table, picking at the assortment of foods. you don’t break the eye contact, because that’s what he wants you to do. he wants you to show some sign of intimidation, some sign that he has wriggled beneath your nerves in the same way he manages with everyone else. you’re determined to show him you’re not afraid of the malfoys, have never been afraid of the malfoys, and that’s exactly why you’re here. you wanted something, and you were willing to go to the highest rank to get it.
“you know, if my father finds out about what you get up to, you’ll be sent to azkaban with a life sentence.”
you freeze, scotch egg halfway to your mouth. “so you’re bringing that up now, are you?”
“i’m just warning you.” draco shrugs, the sleeves of his black blazer stretching against the motion. “one day you’re going to walk in here, and he’s going to know. he’s going to see it in your eyes that you’re guilty.”
“he’s going to figure me out.” you scoff. “you really think the sun shines out of your father’s arse, don’t you? he’s not as smart as he likes everyone to think, draco. i’ve been running circles around that man for years now, and he’s none the wiser.”
“and what if i tell him?”
the room falls silent. your heartbeat rings in your ears. you hate talking about this with draco, because you never know whether or not to take his threats seriously.
he folds his arms over his chest. “you’re lucky i haven’t blabbed yet.”
“are you threatening me, malfoy?” you lean forward, lowering your voice to a purr. “why don’t you tell me the real reason you’ve taken two weeks out of school, hm? then we’ll both have stories to tattle to the ministry.”
draco pales. he glares at you for a moment longer before the kitchen door opens, and narcissa malfoy strolls inside once again. you straighten up, schooling your expression into one of immediate calm, like not a single thing is wrong. you pop the remaining scotch egg in your mouth and say, “i should get out of your hair now.”
narcissa simply scowls.
you give her a grin, nod at draco once before walking out the door, trying to ignore that blue-eyed gaze still burning into the back of your head.
—-
it gets easier over time.
all of it does, really. the guilt becomes non-existent, and the act itself becomes second nature after a few good attempts. you’ve nearly been caught a handful of times, and you know if your actions were to come to light, you would be expelled from hogwarts in a heartbeat; not even dumbledore could show you mercy, no matter how much he likes you.
it’s easiest when the streets are full. muggles are so careless, clumped together with wallets jingling in their pockets, unprotected. they don’t even think about what might go wrong, don’t even think a wizard may be lurking amongst them, ready to snatch their belongings right from their person.
you don’t need it, of course. muggle money means nothing where you come from, but there’s some wizards and witches who would pay hundreds of galleons in trade for the things collected off muggles. it’s a black market kind of situation.
tonight, you are dressed in a black hoodie and jeans, wand stowed in your back pocket. you don’t need it; you’ve mastered the magic-free manoeuvres of sneaking things from people, and you use such skills to your advantage tonight. a man by the name of richard carpol has put in a request for a muggle passport - an irish one, preferably, but he’ll take anything you can get your hands on.
you search for what feels like hours before zoning in on the dark red booklet peaking out of a teenagers jacket pocket. their source of ID, you assume, and you feel no guilt whatsoever when you stroll past them and pluck the book free. you stuff it in your hoodie pocket before picking up your pace, ducking into a dark alleyway.
you flip it open - it’s a british passport, but richard will still pay. he’s not a picky customer, which makes your night ten times easier.
you make your way back to hogwarts, waving at people in hogsmeade before you disappear for the night. you sneak into the slytherin dormitory with no problems, stuffing the passport beneath your mattress. you wriggle beneath the sheets, ignoring pansy’s insistant questions about where you have been, if you’ve seen draco, how you managed to sneak past filch - she asks this every night, and you have never replied. you just fall asleep, another day successful.
—-
“he’s back.”
like he’s some kind of god. you nearly roll your eyes, the whispers repeated over and over again throughout morning breakfast. all around you, the slytherin table is alive with anticipation, waiting for draco malfoy to stroll in through the double doors, head held high in that way it always is.
you knew draco was returning before anyone else did, as he told you the night before in a fit of faux rage at the sight of you in his bedroom, yet again. you had offered to leave, leaned casually against his mahogany wardrobe, and it could almost be considered hasty the speed at which he rushed for his door to close it, uttering a quiet, “no, you’re here now, so you might as well stay.”
but now he’s back in school, and you’re sick of him. you haven’t even seen his face once, but the whispers and the praise from your house mates is enough to set your teeth on edge. it reminds you that there is indeed a draco living outside of the malfoy manor, a draco you cannot tease and torment as easily.
“i saw him in the common room this morning putting his robes on. i think his parents got him new ones,” a fellow slytherin whispers. “and his hair has been cut a little shorter - he looks so grown up!”
you snicker into your porridge, smothering the noise to no avail. the slytherin girl singing draco’s praises shoots you a glare before noticing who you are; her glare folds in on itself, and she quickly retaliates by pretending she didn’t hear your snicker in the first place.
breakfast ticks by, and it’s only near the end does draco finally decide to grace the dining hall with his presence. the double doors open, and the chatter amongst the slytherins falls short almost immediately. you’re ashamed to admit that even you look up at the speed of light, catching one of the first glimpses of draco malfoy as he returns from what many people assumed was the dead.
his fangirl certainly wasn’t lying, you notice; his hair hasbeen cut shorter, and he doeslook plenty grown up. he walks with a fresh confidence that makes you want to roll your eyes - it’s not like he needed a further confidence boost. his robes are clean, brushing the floor. his eyes are trained on the head table, though they linger there for only moments before snapping to where you are seated.
you raise a curious brow. he blushes, looks away, and takes his seat next to crabbe and goyle, both of whom clap him on the back like he’s just returned from war.
you ignore him the rest of breakfast, which is a rare action for you. you used to revel in tormenting him, coming face to face with him at every corner just to give another snide remark; it was a game back then, back when the two of you were younger and felt as if you could get away with it.
breakfast ends shortly thereafter, and you hurry to gather your things. swinging your bag over one shoulder, you duck your head down and escape into the crowded corridors, losing yourself amongst the sea of black clad students.
but you’re a fool to ever think you - of all people - could escape draco’s magnificent return to school. his cold fingers wrap around your wrist before you have a chance to turn the corridor to your next class, stopping you in your tracks. part of you wants to spin around and punch him, just floor him in front of everyone, show him that you’re not just some silly person showing up on his front doorstep every other night.
instead, you slowly turn and give him a smile, one of your big ones to let him know you don’t mean it, that you’re being hostile.
his face is set in stone, that frown so perfect and soft looking it makes you want to sob.
“where are you off to in such a hurry?” he asks, keeping his voice low because god forbid anyone catch him speaking to you.
“class,” you reply. “so kindly let go of me, malfoy.”
“not until you tell me where richard got another muggle passport to sell.”
you freeze, though you knew this would be coming eventually. richard is one of your best customers, but he’s not very bright; he’s never understood the concept of subtlety when it comes to the trading of muggle artefacts.
“he has a new one, does he?” you say. “good for him. his collection must be getting awfully big by now.”
draco scowls. “my father is starting to get very suspicious, y/n, and i don’t know how much longer i’ll be willing to cover for you.”
you pry your hand out of his grip, nearly stumbling from the momentum. “is that a threat?”
“it’s a warning,” he says. “i might not like you, but i don’t need you going down for something like this. people know we’re familiar with each other, and i don’t want you tarnishing my family name.”
you scoff. “your family name has been tarnished since you-know-who was in power.”
“shut up. don’t talk on things you don’t understand.”
“all i need to do is pick up a history book.”
draco scowls, those blues eyes ablaze. you’ve seen this look on him when he’s speaking to those gryffindors he hates so much, when a teacher takes someone else’s side over his own. you’ve seen this look on him plenty of times, but never aimed at you; for some reason, his expression is always so soft around the edges when trained on you.
“i’m trying to do you a favour,” draco mumbles. “because i’m serious when i say my father will snap you in half if he finds out you’re the one providing these artefacts to the dark market.”
“i’m not afraid of lucius,” you reply. “and i think you’re kind of forgetting the fact that your father actually likes me. at least a little bit.”
draco’s eyebrows fly up in amusement. “what’s given you that idea?”
“the fact that i’m still allowed in your house after all these years.” you grin, basking in the way draco’s own smile fades at the realisation you have indeed recognised this behaviour within his family. “yes, malfoy. you all try so hard to convince me i’m the scum of the earth, but the truth is, you appreciate my company. the truth is, you make me tea every time i visit. the truth is, you’re all a little fond of me, whether you want to admit it or not.”
his face pales even more, a feat you didn’t think possible until seeing it with your own two eyes. it’s a delicious win, a point for you in a competition you didn’t even realise you had entered.
“you’re delusional,” he mumbles. “you say you picked up a history book, then you must know how my family feel about your kind.”
“my kind?” you raise a brow, feigning ignorance just to annoy him. he hates outstretched conversations, especially with you. “are you talking about half-bloods, or pickpockets? oh! or people who can run circles around you without fear?”
you don’t give him a chance to reply, because quite frankly, you’re done with this conversation. you’re done with him for today. you prefer it when you’re in control of your daily draco interactions.
you turn on your heel and leave, rushing for your next class even as he calls your name. you can’t believe the nerve of him, approaching you like that, telling you to quit the job that’s gotten you off the streets, that’s helped you fund an education for yourself. these robes you’re wearing, the books you read in class, the wand that is an extension of your arm by now - all of it was funded by you, from your own pocket. just because the business is ruthless, not some posh, clean dealing that malfoy is used to, doesn’t mean it’s any less important.
you want to shove that explanation down his throat, just so he’ll finally look past his own privileged little bubble. you hate admitting it, but the truth is, draco wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t so blinded by his upbringing. he knows how to be nice - you’ve seen it before, experiencedit before, though you never talk about those experiences with anyone. there have been a few times where draco has seen you walking past his house, soaked to the bone from the rain, and he’s let you in, warmed you up by the fire, placed a hot chocolate in your hand. he’ll insult you and call you stupid and claim he wants you out of his house as soon as possible, but he was still the man who made the move to get you out of the rain.
your feelings for draco are a jenga tower. built up to full form, but slowly, pieces get chipped away until the entire thing is falling, and you have to rebuild it and try again.
you don’t know why you keep rebuilding it after so many disasters, but as he calls your name at your retreating back, you can feel yourself already putting those blocks back together.
—-
charms class really is a pain.
flitwick is nice enough. he’s patient, which is good, and very much needed when it comes to your skills in the classroom. you’re an intelligent person, always studying because you want to be the best. you loveseeing the look on draco’s face when he looks over and sees you’ve got a higher grade than him. it gives you such a thrill.
but charms is your downfall, because nothing makes any sense. flitwick explains the spell, and the hand movements, and he leaves you to your own devices, and you always somehow end up messing everything up.
today, all you’re doing is tossing a pillow to the other side of the room. it’s a simple spell, a simple gesture, and yet you still manage to smash a window in the process. flitwick merely sighs, explains the charm again, and gets you to repeat the process until you’ve got it right.
it takes a while. you don’t like it when things take a while.
by the half hour mark, sweat is running down your face, and your teeth have been gritted for so long it’s starting to hurt. you throw your wand down on the table, rake your hands through your hair and say, “i’m taking a break.”
“please do,” flitwick grumbles, rubbing the spot on his head where a vase smashed into his skull, thanks to your handiwork.
you slump down on one of the pillows you have failed to charm and run a hand along your brow. it’s actually disgusting how much energy gets taken out of you from doing such a simple thing. it’s also very confusing, considering you’re able to master the most difficult spells in defence against the dark arts without so much as a second thought. why tossing a pillow to the other side of the room is getting to you is both a joke and a mystery.
as you pull yourself together, savouring your moment of rest, someone slumps down next to you. you glance over, an eyebrow raised at bailey o’boyle, a boy you’ve done business with a few times in the past. he was only dabbling in the black market at the time, too young to understand what it was actually all about, but you weren’t going to be the one to ward him off, not when he had a good few galleons with your name on it.
he looks at you now with a smile, big and dopey, just as it always is.
“can i help you?” you ask.
“yes.”
you wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. he just keeps staring at you.
you grit your teeth. “with what?”
“i need an electric scooter.”
you raise a brow. already the word ‘electric’ has got your attention, because that’s not something the wizard world is very familiar with. what bailey is doing right now is forming a business deal. you’re not usually a fan of bargaining in the middle of class, but since you have nothing better to do…
you turn, ducking your head and lowering your voice. “what the fuck do you need an electric scooter for?”
“to sell,” he replies. “i’ve got a man who collects them. he’s willing to pay big money, y/n. big, big money.”
you like the sound of that.
“i’m a pickpocket, you know,” you say. “it’s not going to be easy pickpocketing an entire scooter from a muggle.”
bailey shrugs. “i said i’d see what you could do. but if you’re not up to it…”
your eye twitches; you hate that phrase. realistically, you know this is far beyond your expertise. you steal wallets, and passports, and house keys, tiny things you can sneak away without detection. trying to get something like an electric scooter from a muggle without being caught is close enough to impossible that even the lure of galleons isn’t enough to convince you to do it.
still, of course you’re going to think about it. there are many different side streets in muggle london that you could go down, and if you do it at night, the shadows could be used to your advantage. nobody would even bat an eye if you wore-
draco grabs your wrist and pulls you from the floor.
you yelp, stumbling into his chest. he lifts you like you weigh nothing, and you’re more surprised at his strength than you are at his actions.
bailey’s eyes widen. he stutters, trying to feign innocence, but neither you nor draco are interested in him any more. you whirl on malfoy, shoving him away.
“what the hell?”
“what the hell, is right.” he grabs your arm. “come with me.”
you struggle against his grip, but truth to be told, you’re not really putting up much of a fight. you’re still in shock at how easily he was able to lift you, at the feel of his fingers around your upper arm.
he drags you from the classroom. flitwick being flitwick doesn’t even bat an eye; he’s probably relieved that’s two more students he doesn’t need to worry about.
in the hallway, draco finally lets go of you. you jerk away so fast your back hits against the wall. draco raises a brow, but he still looks furious. his nostrils are flared, his face is pale, and god,he keeps clenching his fists like he wants to wrap his hands around your throat.
god help you, you kind of want him to. just to know what it feels like.
“again,” you say. “what the hell?”
“i knew you were stupid, y/n, but that’s bad even for you.”
“excuse me?”
“you do realise blaise was listening to every word you and bailey were saying in there?” he shakes his head, jaw clenched. “i was trying to talk over you, but your loud mouth is quite difficult to ignore.”
you blink. firstly, wow.bargaining in class really isn’t a good idea, and you really should have known better.
but also, wow,draco actually tried helping you out.
you swallow and fold your arms over your chest. “i had it under control. blaise isn’t gonna do shit.”
draco laughs. “blaise’s dad is in the ministry, idiot.”
“stop calling me that. i’m smarter than you!”
“do you understand what i’m telling you, y/n? if blaise says a word about what he heard to his dad, that’s you done. there’s no getting out of that.”
a chill runs down your spine. draco glimpses the movement, and you swear his features soften slightly.
“i just can’t believe you were so careless.”
“why do you even care?” your voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. you kind of hope draco doesn’t hear it, but his eyebrows shoot up, and his cheeks gain a tiny red tint that lets you know he doesn’t really know the answer to that question.
you swallow, looking up to meet his eyes. “why do you care, draco?”
“because.” his throat bobs. there is a moment of hesitation where you think he’s going to tell the truth. maybe he’s going to shock the world and just tell the god damn truth, but then he clears his throat, pulls his shoulders back and says, “i’ve already told you, y/n; if you go down, you’ll tarnish my family name. i can’t have that.”
your insides wilt like his words are acid being poured down your throat. you laugh a little too loudly, a bark more than anything close to amusement. it’s so vicious, so filled with hatred that draco actually flinches away. in that moment, you want to give him a real reason to flinch, a real reason to be afraid.
but you don’t, because he’s the boy who pulled you out of the rain.
instead, you shake your head and say, “tell flitwick i’m ill. and don’t bother talking to me ever again. let me handle my own business, thanks.” and without another word, you rush down the hallway to the dorm rooms, refusing to look back at him. this time, he doesn’t call your name, doesn’t chase after you in that hopelessly stupid way you want him to. of course he wouldn’t.
you throw your robes off the minute you burst through the doors of your dorm. it’s empty besides a fellow slytherin’s cat laying on the bed. the black and white feline lifts its head at the sound of you, and you ignore it’s confused little mews as you scramble into your own bed, pull the privacy curtain over and bury your head in your pillow.
you hate him. you really, really hate him, and that’s not even an exaggeration. he’s the worst person you’ve ever met. he’s this tormented little shit who thinks he has every right to throw his anger at everyone else, just because he isn’t tough enough to stand up to mummy and daddy. he’s so desperate to stay in line with everything his parents say, and it’s ridiculous. it’s embarrassing. it’s a cowards move.
there are so many things you wished you said to him before storming off, but there’s always that moment of hesitation when it comes to anything you want to say to draco. you either have to check it’s not too nice, and even when it’s mean, you have to check it’s not going to actually upset him, because you don’t want to do that either. you don’t know why. you should spit in his face for the shit he puts you through, the confusion he makes you feel. and he doesn’t even care.he just carries on being a little prick, like nothing is wrong in the world.
but surprise, surprise, draco. not everyone can live a lavish life, worry free.
—
you manage to ignore draco for the rest of the day. it’s easily done, considering draco doesn’t like to make a big deal out of the fact that you two actually have history; he likes to pretend he associates only with people of the purest blood, the most talented wizards, ones that come from the old families.
but he can’t keep his eyes off you.
he knows he’s hit a nerve. the way his eyes follow every movement you make, the way his jaw ticks when you don’t even give him the time of day - he’s not a stupid boy, as much as you like to tell him he is. he can see when he’s upset you.
classes drag in the rest of the day, and it’s a massive relief when you’re finally released from the confines of lessons, free to do whatever you want. after stealing a bit of food from the dining hall, you head up to the slytherin dormitory; you like it best when it’s empty, when you can just sit with your own thoughts for a while. you need it today, because today you actually let yourself be a normal teenager, and you hate it. you hate the feeling of hormones and overreactions, but sometimes it’s hard to help it. sometimes you need to let yourself feel emotional.
alone in the dorms, you reach under your bed and pull out your handy box of trinkets. most of the contents are just things you’ve stolen that never found a home - a penny from a london sidewalk, an old napkin with a mystery person’s phone number scribbled on it, a black and white photo of a couple standing in front of the ocean. however, tucked away amongst those simple, boring things is a green emerald - one you stole from the malfoy manor a few years ago.
you got it from draco’s room, because you weren’t meant to be in there, and you wanted to let him know that you had, in fact, been in there. the emerald was stitched into the collar of one of his shirts, all expensive looking and wasted. you nearly scoffed at the sight of it - when would draco ever get to wear something so glamorous anyway? plus, the emerald looked far too heavy to be confined to a shirts collar; it would be very uncomfortable, you assumed.
that’s why you grabbed a knife and cut the stitching to shreds, plucking the emerald from it to claim as your own. you tossed the shredded shirt back into draco’s wardrobe, tucked the emerald into your pocket and then walked out, content with the knowledge that draco would be yelling at you in due time once he noticed his missing jewel.
but the yelling never came.
draco knew you had stolen it. again, he isn’t stupid. his shirt was shredded, and the jewel was missing, and it was obvious who had done it - the known pickpocket who was strolling through his house every other night.
he just never said anything, like he wanted you to keep it, like he didn’t mind it was in your hands now.
you stare at it, legs crossed beneath you. you’ve always prided yourself on how little you care for expensive things - you don’t complain that you haven’t got much, that you grew up poor, never able to afford the grand things draco has. but you still handle this emerald with so much care, flipping it round in your fingers, looking at every curve and delicate groove in it’s cut.
the dormitory door opens. you trust it’s just someone who’s eaten too much and wants an early night, so you don’t panic or falter. you listen to their footsteps patter across the room, the thumpof their robes hitting the floor, followed closely by their shoes. you listen to their privacy curtain screeching open, their sigh of annoyance at something you can’t see-
and then draco pops his head round yourprivacy curtain.
you yelp, fumbling with the emerald. it slips from your fingers, however, and crashes to the floor at draco’s bare feet. he stares at it as you curse, an eyebrow raising, and you don’t even try and hide it. you just let him stare, arms folded over your chest, annoyance brewing in your stomach just at the sight of him.
finally, he slowly looks up. “mine, i take it?”
“good guess, rich boy. can i have it back?”
he picks it up and tosses it into your lap. you’re pleasantly surprised at his cooperation, but still keep that frown on your face.
“what do you want?” you ask, violently stuffing all your belongings back into the cardboard box.
“you weren’t at dinner,” draco replies. “i wanted to make sure you weren’t causing any more trouble.”
you scoff. “oh, trouble, yes. tarnishing the malfoy name. the end goal for us all.”
draco stares at you, lips pursed. his gaze is always so warm,a physical thing that makes your skin crawl. “that comment bothered you, did it?”
“nothing you say bothers me, draco. it just baffles me how you can be so dense sometimes.”
“ouch. that one hurt.”
you roll your eyes. “why are you here? i have nothing to say to you.”
“you don’t have to say anything. i just wanted to make sure you’re alive.”
“not like you care, though, is it?”
draco’s nostrils flare. his throat bobs, eyes tracing the length of your throat like he’s a hungry vampire. his lower lip slips between his teeth, the expression startling you. he looks like he’s trying to reel himself back, like some unwanted emotion is fighting for dominance in his brain.
“you’re really stubborn, aren’t you?” he asks after a moment.
“you think?”
“i still don’t know what i did to piss you off so much.”
you bark out a laugh. “no, of course you don’t. god forbid a malfoy is self-aware for once.”
he groans. “can you not just make things simple?why do we have to go around in circles like this? it’s a waste of time!”
“is that meant to be an apology?”
“how can i apologise when i don’t even know what i did?” he’s starting to sound desperate, like this conversation is taking the life from him.
you lean back, pulling the box into your lap protectively. in truth, you don’t even know how to word why you’re so upset - it makes sense in your head, but articulating it to someone else is just going to make you sound stupid, maybe even a little delusional. you should know draco by now, people will say. you should know what he’s like, that he cares for no one besides himself. getting upset over him showing his true colours is stupid, a waste of time and energy.
but you look into his blue eyes right now, wanting nothing more than for him to just understand.understand what, you don’t even want to admit, not to yourself or anyone else.
“you hurt my feelings,” you mumble.
draco inhales sharply. “i didn’t think i could do that. i never thought you’d let me.”
“well, you did. congratulations.”
“jesus, y/n, it’s not like i wantedto. what did i even say?”
you stare at him. he stares back. the ball will drop eventually, you know, because draco is smart, smarter than you’ve ever given him credit for. he examines your expression, and you watch the moment his eyebrows start to relax in realisation, the frown form on his face. it makes anxiety coil in the pit of your stomach, because maybe this is just a little too vulnerable. maybe letting draco figure this out on his own was a bad idea.
but it’s too late now. he draws back slowly, hands curled around the privacy curtain until the fabric is creasing and knotted in his fingers. “wait…”
“go, draco,” you demand. “i have shit to do. business to take care of.”
“y/n-”
“go, draco!”
he stares at you a moment longer before running a hand through his hair and walking out the room. you wait till the door is closed, and then you wait till his footsteps can no longer be heard, and then you throw the box of trinkets to the ground, watching the emerald slip across the wooden floor.
—
the streets of london always look a little different when you’re angry. a little more violent. a little more real.
muggle london in itself has always felt like a very hostile place to you, but when you’re angry, things get clearer. you notice the vomit stain on the curb, the neglected baby pram in the bush, the beer bottles smashed beneath window sills. it becomes a different place - it just depends on how you’re feeling.
tonight, you are angry, and everything around you is angry, too.
you just want a set of car keys, not the actual car. muggle car keys sell at a good price, depending on who you’re dealing with. nobody has requested them, and usually you don’t go out unless asked to do so by a client, but tonight, you just want to be out.you want to be away from the wizarding world. you want to cause havoc with your fingers in the best way you know how.
it’s busy. it always is. you can guarantee that almost everyone around you has car keys in their pocket - that’s why global warming is so bad. some of them even wear them around their neck, dangling from multicoloured chains with little souvenirs banging against their chests. those would be so easy to just rip off and run away, but you’ve decided to be subtle, which means your eyes are trained on the bulges in people’s coat pockets. so many of them, so careless.
a man in a tracksuit seems like the best option. you follow him for ten minutes, keeping your head down, before he finally breaks away from his group of drunken friends. he laughs to himself, stumbling just the perfect amount - he’s drunk, but not drunk enough to be falling over himself, which makes slipping your hand into his pocket a pretty easy deal.
you go for the kill, quickening your pace, dipping your hand into his pocket-
he grabs your wrist, and before you even have a chance to blink, you’re on the ground.
a gasp is ripped from your throat at both the shock and the pain that spears up your spine. the guy is yelling, stumbling back, and holy shit, if he doesn’t shut up right now, the whole of london is going to be on you.
gathering as much strength as you can, you roll onto your side and push yourself to your knees. “hey man, calm down. sorry. i thought you were my friend.”
“did you just try and rob me?” he yells.
“no! no, of course-”
“you psycho bitch!” he lunges for you, all drunken vowels and grabby hands. you have no idea what to make of his intentions, you just know you’ve fucked up, and you need to get out of here.
his hands slam into your shoulders, knocking you on your ass. a cry escapes you, but not from the pain. a tiny snapsounds from your back pocket, and you know without having to look that your wand has just broken in half - yet again. dumbledore is going to start getting very suspicious.
“son of a bitch,” you growl, before raising your hands. “listen, hey. i’m sorry. i’ve said that already. you need to calm down before-”
“before what?” he howls. “you kill me? are you threatening me?”
your eyes widen. “no! would you just-”
the man opens his mouth to say something else, but his words are sucked back in when a hand wraps around his arm and yanks him back. you wince at the sound of his head cracking against the tarmac, but you don’t get a chance to comment before draco is kneeling beside you, one hand cradling your head, the other resting on your knee. his touch alone is enough to spread warmth through your previously frozen limbs, and you hate that. you hate it so much.
you tug your knee from his grip. “what the hell are you doing here?”
“are you bleeding?”he runs his thumb along your bottom lip. when he pulls away, his fingertip glows with a red liquid.
“oh. i guess i am.”
“christ,y/n. do you ever just…” he closes his eyes, taking a moment to redirect his anger. it’s an amusing sight, and you almost smile until you remember you’re mad at him. forever mad at him.
you jerk your head out of his grip, too. “i’m fine. stop worrying.”
“clearly i have to, or else you’re going to get yourself killed.” he glances over his shoulder, where the drunken man is struggling to sit up, still slurring protestations. “by a muggle.”
“he wouldn’t have killed me,” you grumble. “although my wand isbroke, so maybe he would have.”
draco’s eyes widen. you wave him off before he has a chance to chastise you again - in truth, you just want to get out of here, car keys be damned. hastily, you push yourself to your feet, wobbling only slightly, but draco must see this tiny action as a full-on collapse risk, as he wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you close, grumbling curses under his breath. you’re such a pain in the arse, apparently, and god,he wishes he wasn’t stuck with you all the time, and he’s so baffled by the fact you’re still alive, it’s probably all thanks to him, blah, blah, blah.
you listen to him rant the entire way back to malfoy manor. you don’t argue his choice of location, because you can see narcissa standing in the doorway, hand over her mouth, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise, and you already know she’s got a cup of tea waiting for you in the sitting room. you almost smile, but that would ruin the effect.
she rushes out to meet you and draco halfway, immediately grabbing your face and tilting your head back and forth. you can taste blood on your teeth.
“what happened?” she breathes, but doesn’t give you a chance to reply. “draco, take them into the lounge.”
“oh, the lounge,” you coo. “you arespoiling me!”
“be quiet,” draco hisses, doing as his mother says. he tosses you unceremoniously onto the plush sofa, and you have to ignore the inappropriate thrill that shoots up your body.
narcissa appears not ten seconds later, a steaming cup of tea in her hand. you give her a grin, which she rolls her eyes at, even as she sits beside you and brushes your hair away from your face. you take a sip of the tea, smile in thanks, and then lean your head back.
“sorry about this.”
narcissa sighs. her breath tickles your cheek, smelling oddly of incense. “i don’t know what we’re going to do with you, y/n.”
“put me down.” you make a stabbing gesture into your arm and mouth lethal injection at draco. he purses his lips, clearly not taking the joke in stride. “i didn’t mean to worry you so much.”
“you’re always worrying us,” draco hisses, which earns him a sharp look from narcissa. he meets his mothers eyes and his shoulders deflate. he runs his hands down his face. “you’re just … always doing something.”
“i know,” you mumble. “sorry.”
“draco, don’t stress them out,” says narcissa, which surprises you; you’ve always known narcissa has a secret soft spot for you, but she’s always tried her hardest to keep it just that - a secret. yet here she is, combing your hair back, giving you a cup of tea, telling her son to treat you nicely. it’s like you’ve entered a different world. “i’m gonna go and make some calls. keep them comfortable, okay?”
draco nods, lips still pursed, forever displeased. you used to laugh at that expression on his face, but now it just makes you feel bad.
narcissa leaves the room, and then it’s just you and draco. you watch as he watches you, eyes never wavering, shoulders never relaxing. he’s got his arms folded over his chest like he’s keeping guard.
“i meant it, you know,” you say. “i didn’t mean to worry you. i thought it would be an easy job.”
“who are you doing business with now? bailey again?”
“no.” you look down, surprisingly shameful. “it was just for myself. i needed out of the castle, and…” you shrug. “you know me. i can’t do anything easy.”
he scoffs. “yeah, i know.”
“so i’m sorry.”
draco closes his eyes and rubs his temples. the rings on his fingers glisten beneath the fancy lights. his knuckles pop, the veins in his arms protruding. “please stop apologising.”
you blink. “alright.”
“you act like i don’t understand why you’re doing all this, but i do.” he looks at you, hands dropping to his sides. “just because i don’t have to do it myself, doesn’t mean i don’t understand. why else do you think i haven’t stopped you?”
your breath catches. you raise a brow, tilting your head cruelly. “you wouldn’t have been ableto stop me. you think i’d listen to you?”
“yeah. i think you would.”
you reel back, jaw dropping open. “excuse-”
“you always act like you hate me, but you forget you’ve been coming to my house for years. you forget i’ve known you since we were eleven. you forget that i don’t just put up with anyone. i’ve had time to figure you out, y/n, no matter how much you like to pretend i haven’t.” he folds his arms and leans against the door. his hair is rumpled, along with his shirt and jeans. so casual, so unlike himself. “but earlier on, in the dorms… you surprised me with that one.”
your stomach curls. oh, good god, he’s bringing that up now. you’re sat here with a busted chin and a potential criminal charge, and he’s bringing thisup. you could headbutt him.
despite your glare, he continues. “i knew you didn’t hate me, but i never thought… i never thought you likedme, you know? especially not-”
“don’t say it.”
his lips twist. “i have to.”
“no you don’t.”
“do you love me?”
your heart falls into the pit of your stomach, which is answer enough for you. love is such a strong word, and you could easily say no, that what you feel for draco is nothing more than a little crush. he’s got the nice blue eyes, and the money, and the perfect hair. he’s got a smile that lights up rooms. it’s a crush. you fancy him, and that’s all there is to it.
but love sounds pretty accurate. moreaccurate, actually.
you swallow. draco watches the bob of your throat, and you watch his. above your head, the massive clock ticks, ticks, ticks.
slowly, he reaches forward and swipes his thumb over your chin. it stings just a little, but you’ve felt worse pain, so you let him do it without jerking away.
“cat got your tongue?” he whispers.
you shiver. “i don’t… i don’t know what you want me to say.”
“it’s not about what iwant. i was asking a simple question. just give me the truth.”
“you want the truth?”
he inhales, hesitates, and then nods.
“yeah, draco,” you whisper. “i think i love you.”
slowly, draco draws away. his eyes never leave your own, that frosty blue colour reminding you of the winter sky, or a cold december morning. you remember all those christmas’s at hogwarts when draco would stay at the castle, waking him up because you thought it would annoy him to have your face be the first thing he sees. you always commented on the dreary smile that played on his lips when you did that, and he would always say, “i thought you were someone else.”
but that dreary smile is returning, pulling across his face, and it doesn’t falter. right now, there is no mistake. his eyes are on you, and he knows it is you, the person who has apparently made his life a living hell for so many years. you’re the ache in his spine, the one he can’t wait to get rid of.
but you’re also the one he rescued from the rain.
you’re the one who cursed hermione granger when she punched him in the nose.
you’re the one who’s just confessed your love to him.
shit.
“don’t look at me like that,” you say, voice hoarse. “don’t pretend you didn’t know.”
“i didn’tknow,” he says immediately, like he’s desperate for you to know he was clueless. “did you know?”
“kind of. i wanted to ignore it-”
draco shakes his head, waving a dismissive hand. “no, no. did you know that i love you, too?”
you open your mouth, but no words come out. your brain just short circuits, taking a second to catch on to what he’s said. that dreary smile is still playing at his lips, and you’re waiting for the moment it turns into a sneer, a mocking little smirk.
it doesn’t.
“oh right,” you mumble. “no. i had no idea.” you pause. “are you taking the piss out of me?”
he laughs, a rare and pleasant sound. he approaches you, kneels at your side on the sofa and cups your head in his hands. you melt into him, even though every instinct in your body is telling you to pull away, to runaway, because this is nothing more than false hope. he’s playing a trick on you. you’ve annoyed him to breaking point, and now he’s found the perfect chance for revenge.
but his hands are so warm, and nice, and your cheek dips into his palm so easily, like it belongs there.
“you’ve always been kind of not smart in my eyes,” he says.
your eyes widen. “hey!”
“kidding. i’m kidding.” he chuckles, running his thumb along your lower lip. “but you’re not doing your intelligence any justice right now. i thought i was making my feelings pretty clear.”
you glare; he knows full well he hasn’t made his feelings clear. neither of you have. you’ve spent the past seven years pretending to hate each other.
he grins. “okay, maybe i didn’t make it so easy. but you didn’t make it easy for me, either.”
“i still don’t believe you.”
he raises a brow. “why?”
you shrug. “it just doesn’t seem possible that someone like you could fall in love with someone like me.”
his eyes soften. “wow. maybe you arenot very smart.”
before you have a chance to protest, he kisses you. just like that, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, or maybe like it’s an action he’s been waiting to do for years, and now he’s finally got the chance. that’s what it’s like for you, this coil unravelling in your gut after years and years and years of ignoring it’s existence.
you run your hands through his hair, tugging on those pesky strands at the back that always stick up because he refuses to wear anything other than collared shirts. he growls into your mouth, pulling you closer, closer, closer, until your legs are tangled with his, and his fingers are tracing a line down the centre of your throat. he stops at the hollow, just to feel the bob of your throat as nerves spiral through you. he grins against your mouth, pulling away to see the shock in your eyes.
he’s so proud of himself. he’s made you a mess.
you smile awkwardly, trying to regain some amount of composure. he watches you, heavy lidded, one hand still clutching your knee as the other curls around your throat, just where your neck and shoulders meet. the way he stares at you, it’s like he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it.
“so,” you begin. “you’re worry wasn’t actually just for your family name, was it?”
draco sighs, plonking his forehead against your own. “no, y/n, it wasn’t. my worry was losing you. which i very nearly did tonight.”
“don’t be so dramatic. i wouldn’t have died.”
“you could have.”
“but i wouldn’t have, because that guy was drunk, and a muggle, and-”
“are you two arguing again?”
you and draco jump apart as narcissa storms into the lounge, wand clutched to her chest. her narrowed eyes are firm on draco.
“i told you to keep them comfortable!” she exclaims. “can you not put your differences aside for ten minutes?”
you grin, teasingly running a finger along draco’s spine. “yeah draco. listen to mummy.”
he growls, but turns to narcissa and says, “sorry, mother. you know how y/n gets.”
“yes, i know,” narcissa mumbles. “but they’re injured. now, let me take this phone call, and then we’ll set up the guest bedroom. can i leave you alone for ten more minutes?”
“yes,” you and draco both reply immediately. narcissa hums, and walks out.
draco immediately spins, grabs your wrist and pulls you to him, slamming his lips to yours. you laugh against his mouth, melting into the embrace for only a second before pulling away and saying, “she’s trusting us to behave for ten more minutes, draco. this isn’t behaving.”
“oh, fuck that,” he scoffs. “come here.”
you let him pull you closer, closer than you have ever been with him before, because you’ve always been so convinced he never wanted you more than a few feet away from him. suddenly, everything draco has ever said to you is reconstructed in your mind, every action, every little look.
Crunchy orange leaves, pumpkins, and spice. That’s all you needed to enjoy the chilly days that pasted by. Draco didn’t understand the obsession but he went along with your decorations. He did enjoy the happiness it brought out in him. Just drinking a hot pumpkin flavour drink you made and wrapped up in a blanket with you was all he needed. When you brought out the matching forest green and burnt orange sweaters is when he got weak in the knees. Seeing you in any green got him excited. He would suggest doing a front yard camping trip to fully enjoy the leaves changing colours before they fell off the trees one by one. Seeing your eyes glimmer was worth the pain. He enjoyed autumn when it rained. The smell of rain and the colours were breathtaking. He could watch it drip down the window for hours with you. It was comforting to be able to relax with you in his arms.
Harry James Potter
He would definitely help you put up the decor. Holidays are his thing because they weren’t enjoyable as a kid for him. He loved how simple little items that sat in the attic could flipped the mood of the season. Setting the ambiance was in his blood. He loved smelling the cloves and apple cider that were in the air. Burning a bonfire was on his check list that would have to get checked off. You sat on the porch wearing an oversized red plaid sweater drinking your hot cinnamon stick water as he chopped firewood. Magic can do anything but sometimes the muggle way was the right choice. You waited for him to get it lit in the firepit so you didn’t have to wait in the cold. Refilling up your mug before making your way to sit next to him once the fire crackled and popped. The woodsy scent filled the air. Sighing in contentment when he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you closer to steal a sip of your drink.
Prompt by me: Coffee Shops w/ Tom, Draco, and Cedric.
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Tom Riddle
He would take you to a retail coffee shop because he knows what’s there and the prices. He doesn’t want surprises not having the galleons to be spending like that.
Seems like a regular plain black coffee guy with very few creams.
Would sip it as you indulge in your sugary sweet drink.
Probably would get some work done with you there while you enjoy watching him. It was peaceful.
On the way out, he would surprise you with a cookie because he noticed that you have been eyeing them the whole time there.
Draco Malfoy
He would take you a somewhere that has some high class coffee like a place the roasts their own beans.
He would explain the differences between a macchiato or a red eye to show off a bit. He would hope that it will impress you.
Flat white (Espresso with steamed milk) seems like up his alley.
Hoping to avoid the topic on his family while you guys chat on stool bars looking out on pedestrians walking by.
His stool slowly works it’s way towards you. When you guys are ready to go your shoulders are touching.
Cedric Diggory
Takes you to a hipster or a place thats trendy. Somewhere that has mismatched furniture and that sells art on the walls.
He would get an affogato (Vanilla ice-cream with espresso) or a hot cocoa. Depends on how’s he feeling. Asking for a sip of whatever you’re getting.
He would definitely get you guys something to eat while there because he wants to hang out and spend time with you while playing a board game.
Since he’s such a people person, there would be people joining your game. Lots of interaction and being social with him.
By the end of it, you made a few friends and plan on becoming a regular there.
☂︎Prompt by me: Meeting your cat for the first time.
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Walking around in your dorm room to make sure it was tidy and hoping your room-mates weren’t gonna bust in while Draco came over. Sure, he’s been over before but your cat was always out and about doing cat things like looking around to bring in a mouse or a leaf to plop on your lap. When you always felt a weight in your lap you would tense never knowing what it was gonna be when you looked down.
Your cat was one of the most important things in your life and Draco was the other. Hoping your they would get along. You were only nervous because your cat had an attitude. Not to get it wrong, you know she loves you but has some personality to her. Meeting new people always made her tail swish and her ears go flat.
Grabbing her bowls to put fresh water and food. Putting her favourite blanket on your bed to make her comfortable. She hopped up to lay down. Just as she did there was a knock at your door. You go to open it and welcome Draco in.
“So, this is the fur-ball that I hear about constantly.” Walking up to her as she eyeballs him getting closer. He takes his hand out of his trouser pocket for her to smell it. Your heart-clenching as he did. The only thing she was leap from the bed and run out. Your about to apologize but before you could get a word to leave your mouth,
“I’ll woo her one-day, Just like I did with you. I have a lifetime too and she’ll get use to me.” He swiftly cut you off watching her run off.
The lights went out as Draco laid down on the comfortable sheets of his bed. The silence of the whole Malfoy Manor at night made it quiet enough for him to hear his own breath and heart beating in the dark.
The only light visible was from the muted shine of the moon that the clouds covered. Draco shut his eyes and let out a sigh, feeling his entire body relax and sink into his mattress.
“Draco..”
He snapped his eyes open and sat up and looked around the room violently. Turning his gaze left and right in hopes of sensing whoever whispered his name in the dark. Sweat built up on his forehead, dripping down slowly.
“What—Who’s there?” His voice lightly quivered, his other hand reaching for his wand near his bed. He felt the bed shift to the right and he jumped up, only for his body to be pushed down by small hands.
“Guess who?”
Draco finally took a hold of his wand and shunned light upon the perpetrator only to see that it was you. His lips parted and you chuckled with mischief.
“You—you little bitch! I told you to stop doing that!”
“But it’s fun.” You said in an infantile voice. You moved away from him, allowing him to sit up and move his eyes around your body.
He took a few more moments to pull himself together and calm down from the shock before finally noticing how much skin you were showing. His lips parted even more in an attempt to retort and say an insult but not one syllable left his lips.
“Like my outfit?” You inquire, feeling his eyes land on your white lace underwear then going up to your shirt that showed your sensitive nipples.
“And you’ve got some nerve to come here with that!”
“But do you?”
“Get out of my room.” He replied coldly, turning away from you and fluffing his pillow with irritation. You shifted in your position lightly, spreading your legs away.
“And what if I don’t want to?” Draco flinched from your toes rubbing up against his inner thigh. He felt his cock twitch the slightest prior to looking down at your feet and stopping them right before it reached his growing bulge.
“I’ll drag you out myself.” He said in between gritted teeth, while you smirked in the dark.
“I’d like to see you try, ferret.”
Draco slid his grasp to your exposed thighs and harshly pulled with both hands. You ended up right in front of him, your legs right on his lap with just enough space to feel how hard he was starting to get.
Squeezing your legs tightly, you hear him growl while the feeling of his hands on your thighs soaked your underwear.
“I know exactly what you’re doing here at this time of night.” Even with minimal lighting, you felt his burning gaze on you—and it made you hot. Burning hot, you were hoping he had no idea of how colored your cheeks were.
“To scare you that’s what.”
The next few seconds all happened so fast it was still playing in your mind again and again; He pulled you by your arms and made you lie on his bed, covering your mouth with his hand. His face was directly above yours, and the faint reflection of the light from the window went to his eyes.
Draco noticed how flushed and shocked you were, his knee in between your legs near the rim of your shirt just enough to feel how slick your underwear was.
“Sh!..You hear that?” You stayed perfectly still and listened for any footsteps. “It’s the sound of a liar.”
He had his usual big smirk on his lips, but it looked even hotter up close. So close he could just make his lips land on yours.
“I know you didn’t come here to scare me..you think I wouldn’t notice? All the glances and constant contact you give, along with the childish wrestling that ends with us wrapped around each other; it made me hard all night.”
Your eyes relaxed and a smirk was on your lips under the palm of his hand. You fluttered your eyes seductively, and it only made him scoff.
“See, that look..The look you’re fucking giving me.”
The situation felt surreal; he just admitted that you turned him on, and he did the same to you.
So the feeling was mutual after all.
“Let’s play a game.”
Those words made your eyes dart to Draco, and a dark cloud overtook his pupils.
“I touch you wherever I want for 3 minutes and you can’t come. Because if you do, I’ll tell mum and dad about you sneaking in my room in your underwear.”
His words made you want to moan. You gave him a nod, and he immediately took off his hand that was on your mouth and landed his lips with yours. Draco dropped his hand to your waist, rubbing the fabric before slipping under it to feel your skin.
Your hands went to his neck, his soft blond locks meeting your fingertips.
Draco’s other hand slipped down to your thighs, your skin getting goosebumps from his delicate touch.
A moan went out of your lips when his other hand inside your shirt found your nipple and began flicking it around. A distinct low chuckle ran on your ear when his other hand went inside your underwear and met your cunt with his fingers.
He circled your click with your arousal, enjoying every bit of the show you were putting on for him.
Taking away his hand that was on your nipple, he slid down your underwear. Giving him a chance to clearly see your pussy, he opened your legs wide for him. His fingers ran along your slit and it made you shudder.
His touch alone already made you want to come. And he clearly saw that because he entered one finger and you broke out a loud moan accidentally.
Draco started with a fast motion, hearing the quelch inside your pussy made him even more hard. You kept your mouth open with silent screams, unable to let them out because you both knew the halls of the Manor echoed.
“It’s only been a minute. Think you can handle 4 more?” He asked through his proud voice.
“Shut up.”
His finger reached the spot that made you feral, and it made you arch your back while your hands gripped his blanket tightly.
Your hips started to raise up from the bed and he kept a strong pull down to keep you still, only adding up to your torture.
“3 more minutes, love. But it’s okay to come, I wanna taste your cum on my fingers.”
“C-Can’t…cum..yet–”
“Nothing’s stopping you. C’mon, I really wanna see how you like when you come with my fingers inside you.”
“Shit..”
Seeing as you weren’t close to breaking, Draco bent down and gave a big lick on your cunt. Your eyes screwed shut, and you closed your legs.
His arms pulled them apart, keeping a hard grasp to not get in the way. Draco’s moans in between licking your folds was tempting you. You were near the edge and you didn’t think you could hold on for any longer.
Small soft moans left your lips even if you kept biting them back.
“Be quiet. You’re basically just inviting them to watch with those moans.”
“If you weren’t so good, then I wouldn’t be moaning. So this is on you.”
Just when you thought it could be worse, it got worse. His hands slowly went under your shirt and pinched on your sensitive nipples.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Draco I don’t think…—”
“Then come. You only have a minuteleft..”
Looking down, he was looking directly right up you with sharp eagle eyes. The feeling of his stare, his fingers flicking your nipples around and his tongue going in and out of your pussy made you want to scream.
“You needy slut. Wanted to get fucked by your step brother so bad that you sneaked into his room? What a desperate whore.”
“But I’m your whore..”
“And no one else’s.”
You didn’t break eye contact, and that made Draco fasten his tongue movements.
You couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was all too much, and you had to cum. Your cunt was aching to finally reach release.
With a silent moan, you arched your back and shut your eyes. Draco already started tasting your release and seemed to be enjoying himself when his smile pressed against your skin.
You stared at the ceiling breathlessly, taking your time to feel how gentle his lips were moving compared to earlier. A few minutes after, you felt the bed move on your right, and Draco gave your lips a soft kiss. And another. And another. Until you were both wrapped around each other on the bed, with your head resting on the headboard.
“Taste yourself. I don’t want to be the only one enjoying how delicious you are.”
The kiss lasted for a few more minutes before he pulled away to look at you.
“You know, you only had 10 seconds left.”
Only then did it hit you.
“You won..” The smile wiped off your lips.
“Yeah.” He nodded as if it was a normal thing.
“So you’ll tell them?”
“What? No. We both had a great time; why ruin the fun now?” He gave you a small peck on the lips, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Think I can stay here?” He nodded without a single thought, and walked to his closet, opening the door and leaned forward to look for something.
“I mean, they think we treat each other like siblings. It’s normal for siblings to sleep in the same bed, right?” Draco closed his closet door, and sat down beside you again.
“Step siblings.” You corrected. “But, maybe. I think so.”
“Here, wear my sweatpants. Just in case they enter without knocking the next morning.” Tossing them to you, you quickly put on your underwear and slipped them on before crashing on the bed. He laid down beside you and got comfortable.
“Thank you, Dray.” You pulled the blanket to your shoulders and sighed. “Goodnight, stepbrother.”
A/N: just want to say a huge thank you to the wonderful @fanficflaneuse for all of her help on this series, you truly are a gem to me ♡ I hope you enjoy this chapter my lovelies.
Warnings: swearing, sexual themes, angst (a little), smoking
There was a silence so thick you could almost taste it. Hermione’s hand began to shake, realisation washing over her face like a tidal wave. You swallowed hard, looking to Draco for some kind of support, but his expression told you he was ready to give you anything but, a cold stare that flickered between you and the tall dark man beside you.
Soooo…it’s been a long long time since I last reblogged something, but I want to say that this series is wonderful. The writing is amazing, the characterization is great and every time I listen to my friend’s ideas for the next chapters I just burst with happiness because it’s such a good plot!!
