a/n: literally having the most fun writing this rn, thank you all for your support! i know this one is gonna tear many of you to shreds but i am ensuring y’all that there will be smut in the next chapter, though i won’t reveal with whom it’s happening. >:)
The next week, they had potions class again. In the few days since their drunken encounter, the girl and Cedric had timidly avoided stepping near the topic. The same went for Draco. The three had seemingly silently agreed not to communicate about that which had occurred between them. It was standard, anyways, given the house duties and crippling hangover the girl had bore just previously. Come class time, Y/N sat at a rickety stool beside Cedric, who took his place happily beside her as Slughorn jovially welcomed his students in. The man wore a devastating purple suit and orange bow tie combination. Today, they would learn to make the Elixir to Induce Euphoria, a sunshine yellow liquid which the professor had set an example of up in a large and bulbous glass vial at the front of the room. Stools scraped and feet scuffed on the dungeon floor as the stirring from the room began to settle. From across the room, the girl made eye contact with the snow-white boy whose icy stare was already settled very obviously to her own. His mouth was hardened into a thin line, his white hair looking neat and smooth over his pale skin. Draco blinked slowly at her, shifted his eyes coldly to Cedric, and then removed his gaze altogether. Feeling as unsure and uncomfortable as his deathly silent communication typically left her, the girl shifted awkwardly in her chair and cleared her throat as Horace Slughorn launched into the usual pre-lesson rant.
“…shrivelfig and porcupine quills,” his voice came swarming into focus. “It will induce a euphoric frenzy in you that will cause you to rejoice with glee, and perhaps even burst into song.”
The class stirred with interest.
“Can you imagine this stuff at the next house party?” a student nearby chuckled quietly.
“Reckon we wouldn’t need it,” Cedric said in reply, speaking to his surroundings discreetly.
The girl’s eyes flickered curiously up to Cedric’s mischievous ones, and they swum blue-green with a sparkle of delight.
“Like we need to bottle a potion for this elixir when we already have empty bottles of the stuff lying round’ the Common Room,” his cheeks creased with dimples as he spoke softly, running a large hand over his mouth in an attempt to hide his grin.
Referring to the alcohol-strewn disaster of a Common Room they’d had to clean up that weekend, of course, the Hufflepuffs in close proximity all bent forward in suppressed laughter. Collectively, a strangled noise of amusement sounded from the table. This included one from the girl, who was taken aback by the boy’s cheek but enjoying it nonetheless as she blew her cheeks up in surprise at him. Giggling mutely, she turned her head back to the professor and kicked Cedric’s foot from under the table. He shrugged with a lopsided smirk and kicked her right back.
“And for today, I thought we’d shake things up a little,” the frog-like man clapped his hands together. “So we’ll be doing this with a little help from a friend! Yes, yes! Do partner up for this class!”
Y/N’s eyes moved instinctively to the bronzed boy beside her, and he was already staring down hopefully at her through his long lashes. In silent question, he flashed his white teeth handsomely at her with want.
“But,” the professor interrupted them, “a rule! Now I know the house rivalries have been getting next to hostile these days, especially between these two.”
Slughorn stopped and wagged a large finger at the Slytherins and Huffelpuffs who crowded around him. His beady eyes landed on the girl, and she couldn’t help but to recall the remark he’d made on the issue upon taking over for her and Draco’s joint detention.
“And so, to bolster our spirits and teamwork, you must pair with someone from the opposite house.”
A collective groan ensued. Nobody seemed particularly enthused about the idea, but Slughorn cheered over their complaints with several flaps of his chubby little hands. The girl felt her stomach lurch as she dragged her eyes forcedly to their next target. Only, this time, upon looking at him, she noticed that he wasn’t doing the same. No, Draco Malfoy’s eyes were fixated on the boy beside her. Turning, the girl felt her throat harden as she watched the events beside her unfold, a mild horror spelling across her face. Cedric had seemingly caught Draco’s stare, and he was holding it unflinchingly with a pulsing jaw and a flare of his nostrils. A large hand clasped at his potions book, his knuckles whitened against it as he stood.
“I’ll get the brat,” he decided, his eyes glued forward still.
“Uh–” the girl’s stool scraped loudly as she shot up, her eyes moving with panic over the two of them, “no!”
Cedric froze, his eyes slow as they tore from Draco’s and resumed their focus on her own.
“No?” he asked with bewilderment.
He couldn’t, she realized, looking up at the boy. There was a quiet and contemplative hatred behind that stare, she deciphered. And, moving to look at Draco’s not-so-quiet-and-contemplative-hatred filled scowl, something dangerous dawned upon her. The handsome and slender framed boy’s light blue contemplation was laced with spite, and glimmered dangerously as he fixated it now upon the girl. If Cedric did anything to rile him up in the slightest, he would undoubtedly weaponize the secret the two shared. Not just of their last encounter, but of any before that. Panicking, and feeling her mouth go dry, the girl placed a hand to Cedric’s chest. She could feel his heart thrumming excitedly beneath her fingertips, and she had to snap twice at him to regain his flickering attention.
“Ced,” she protested, “you’ll only start a row.”
The boy showed not an ounce of care as he forced his tongue over his teeth with a bitter laugh.
“Only if he starts one first,” he grimaced.
“Ced,” she said again, hissing through her teeth now.
Jealousy was a new look on the boy. He sported a bead of sweat on his knit brows, his full lips curved in distaste, and his eyes had hardened with a coldness that softened the instant he looked back down at his girlfriend.
“Y/N,” he repeated curtly.
She shook her head with a laugh of mingled amusement and fear, “you can’t. As house prefects, it’s our job to set an example.”
She felt the tense muscles beneath her touch loosen, Cedric’s brows lowering a little with disappointment. Huffing softly, he gave his girl a defeated nod, and brought his fingers briefly up to her own so as to grasp her small hand in his large one.
“Okay?” she whispered softly at him, blinking with worry up at the boy.
“Okay,” he decided, “you’re right. Okay.”
Taking her hand up in his own, he brought her knuckles briefly to his lips, dropping the faintest of kisses upon her hand with a defeated little smile.
“But if he tries anything–” Cedric began with a flare.
“I will gladly take care of him myself,” she finished, flashing him a confident smile as she drew his hand back to her mouth and returned the favor.
Cedric released a slow sigh, his golden brown locks spilling handsomely over his ocean eyes as he blinked lovingly down with defeat. Letting him go with upset, the girl turned, her back pressed against Cedric’s large front as she took position in line of Draco’s sight. The pale figure of Draco Malfoy held an aura similar to that of a black stormcloud around him. His mouth had curled down with distaste at whatever he’d just witnessed, and his eyes narrowed in frustratingly silent communication at the girl. Clearing her throat and tucking a book beneath her arm, the girl stepped confidently towards her target, her black skirt swinging confidently at her hips as she took her place across from the Slytherin. Beside her, Cedric begrudgingly partnered up with Pansy Parkinson, his narrow eyes attentive to the two as he took his place across the dungeon.
The girl threw her book against the table with a slam, throwing its crisp pages open coolly.
“Shall I start, or shall you?” she said to the pages beneath her nose.
“Hm,” Draco’s throat rumbled. “And hello to you too.”
Her eyes flickered up. The boy before her wore a smug half-smile on his pink lips.
“Hello,” she responded mechanically. “Pass me the Shrivelfig.”
Draco’s long and ring-clas fingers moved slowly, his eyes ever-present on hers as he slid their first ingredients across the faded wooden table. The girl paid him no mind as she began slicing and grinding their materials on her own, her tongue firm against her teeth as she forced a slow breath through her nostrils. Draco eyed her all the while, his cogs turning.
“Porcupine quills,” she commanded.
She could feel his gaze burning through her as he handed over the next ingredients. The girl’s eyes flashed quickly across the room to Cedric, who was peering out of the corner of his eye at the two of them. Swallowing, the girl’s fingers began to tremble. Draco took note, his sharp focus catching the scene before him.
“Why wouldn’t you let your little boyfriend have a go with me?” he asked after a minute of further silence.
Her head shot up, hand dropping as she placed both palms flat against the table before her.
“You too oughtn’t start a row in the classroom,” she spoke her prepared reply formally.
The corners of Draco’s mouth twitched.
“Shall I wait til’ after, then?” he shot back cleverly.
Her teeth came together.
“Draco!” she hissed loudly.
Drawing the attention of a few turning heads, the girl went beet red. Nodding awkwardly with a forced smile, she tugged her long strands of hair back behind her ears and composed herself as she prepared her next attempt at conversing.
“Draco,” she said again, gently this time.
He just smiled. And he smiled with his lips still shut in sly knowing, making her grow all the more furious. This was internal, of course.
“Draco, you really should leave him alone.”
“Oh believe me, I would love to,” the blond scoffed sheepishly, standing. “But it really does seem that he wants to have a word. And who would I be to stop him?”
The girl felt her cheeks flare as Draco began his nonchalant stride over to her side of the table. Ignoring him, and making an attempt to play casual, the girl retrieved their stirring utensil. And, with timid hands, she began to stir the funny-looking fluid beneath them in a clockwise manner.
“Anti-clockwise,” came a smug voice from beside her.
As if it was nothing, she felt the cool movement of the boy behind her. The typical smell of mint and the dark aroma he sported came charging at her lungs, making her head flood further as Draco slinked an arm around her side and plucked the utensil from her fingers before nudging her right out of the way with a bump of his elbows to hers. Stepping aside with a sharp exhale, the girl folded her arms, eyes fixated on the pot before her as the Slytherin stirred their ingredients four times, counter-clockwise.
“Draco,” she tried again calmly, speaking to the fluid under her nose, “I need you to promise me something.
The stirring stopped. Draco let the thing fall from his long white fingers with a blinding flash of his teeth, the boy turning casually to his side as he folded those long arms over the ripples of his black robes, mirroring his subject of interest. At last, the girl met his ferocious ice colored eyes.
“And what might that be?” he asked innocently.
She grimaced, still facing forward as her eyes moved quickly to the big ocean ones that peered at her from across the room. Feeling her stomach lurch, she took her bottom lip between her teeth with a drawn sigh.
“Don’t tell Cedric about the other nig–”
She’d barely gotten a word out before Draco, anticipating her response, interjected.
“Why not?”
Now she turned, facing him.
Blinking desperately at him through her long lashes, she watched the boy’s sickly deviant gaze softened.
“Please,” she uttered quietly.
His jaw pulsed, his hollow cheekbones growing hollower as he sucked a breath between his teeth. He looked torn between choosing pettiness, or letting his soft spot for the girl get the better of his cheek.
He asked the question again, tenderly this time, “why?”
“He already doesn’t like–” she paused, shaking her head and waving her hand in indication at the boy, “–this. Us.”
“Us?” Draco echoed back, the word sounding strange on his lips.
“Yes,us.”
She sighed shortly, lashes fluttering as the two just stared in silence at each other. Draco’s slender form towered over her, the boy restraining himself from edging closer with a dart of his eyes up and above the girl’s head. Moving his large hands to the folds of his pockets, he hummed with soft contemplation.
“Well I don’t like him either,” he decided after a moment.
She almost laughed. What a stupid reply, she thought, fighting the curl of her lips.
“If he finds out,” she phrased carefully, adding, “even if it was nothing–”
“Mm, mhm,” the icy figure nodded casually.
“He’ll be,” she sucked her tongue back, “furious.”
“Oh I suspect so,” Draco swung his hips forward with an infuriating little smile.
“And I’ll never be able to see you again,” she finished.
The attitude vanished from the boy’s visage at once, his face falling.
“Oh,” he spoke.
“Right,” she replied slowly, mirroring the boy with a move of her hands to her pockets.
She looked at the deathly handsome Slytherin, awaiting his reply. But, his mind overflowing, he never did. Rather, he turned back to their pot, looking dejected. Silent in thought, his nimble fingers plucked up their next ingredient, and he got back to work. Not knowing what else to say, the girl cleared her throat, doing her best not to stare too much as she scrutinized him. And so they went on like that, helping one another and working frighteningly in sync at their concoction. Approximately forty-five minutes later, a shimmering sunshine yellow fluid sat before them. From its top, a literal rainbow glow emerged, spilling like fog from the edges of the cauldron before sizzling out over a set of luminescent little pops. As usual, Professor Slughorn made his rounds through the students, inspecting their results one by one. Cedric and Pansy’s, he claimed, was very well done. But Y/N and Draco’s, he scoffed, was spectacular.
“Just brilliant, just brilliant!” he danced, pouring a vial of the fluid into a thin vial before his frog-face.
Giving a cheers to the class, the professor downed a serving of the potion right before them, making his students jitter excitedly.
“It’s all well,” he giggled, slamming a hand to the back of the two students before him in appreciation. “I haven’t any more classes today, there’s no harm in some singing, I suppose.”
The class laughed. Well, except for his proclaimed prodigies, who exchanged a terrified glance. Draco moved his eyes back and forth over the girl’s features, deep in thought. She felt her legs almost jelly at the sight. Anxious, she scanned the faces before hers, and landed on a familiar one. Cedric looked like he was unsure whether to be proud of his girl or devastated by the look of guilt she and her partner wore. Still, he clapped her on, giving her a nervous smile. Even that, she thought as she straightened, made her feel better.
“And so you see how–” Slughorn realized, bubbling, “two students such as these old foes, can– can come together.”
The faces of the Slytherin and Hufflepuff students around them looked equally unimpressed.
“Very good dear girl,” he finished with a beam. “You too, Mr. Malfoy.”
Draco nodded, and the class was dismissed. As the girl made to run, scrambling as she picked up her things, a hand stopped her. Grabbing her frayed and dustied book, Draco’s long white fingers snatched the object out from under her, making her huff. His silver rings glittered beautifully into her face.
“What?” she snapped, not even bothering to feign niceties at this point.
“Not seeing me again,” he said quietly, plucking up the line from which they’d left off.
“Yes?” she said with uncertainty, her heart quickening as Cedric approached the two.
“You say it’s my punishment,” he phrased matter-of-factly. “You say it like it would be me who suffers that consequence, and me alone.”
The girl went still. Her mind fired hot shocks of panic down to her heart. Then her heart came to an abrupt halt, her throat growing hard in turn. The boy read her expression easily, his next words deathly quiet.
“But you fear it too,” he finished.
Dumbfounded, the girl found herself unable to breathe. Looking unsurprised, but confident with his choice of words, the snow-white boy leaned closer, if only for a second. He forced the book between her hands, making the girl gasp sharply as her lashes fluttered up into his dead-set crystalline gaze. She instinctively took a faltered step back, her brows knitting as cement seemingly poured down and through her throat. Muttering softly as he drifted away, Draco Malfoy now spoke vaguely to her mouth.
“Not just me,” he breathed. “You.”
She stared.
“You fear it as well,” he murmured.
…
Two more weeks passed after that. Two weeks in which the weather assumed its frosty autumn bite, and during which time Y/N found it increasingly more difficult to manage the entanglement of lies and meetings which she’d spun between herself, Cedric, Draco, and even Harry. It was Harry who was perhaps the most suspicious. Upon discovering his plan had worked and she’d gained the Slytherin’s trust, she’d had to satisfy his need for Voldemort-related answers with something of a shrug and a “it’s not like I can just ask him to roll up his sleeves.” Promising she’d dig deeper, the girl had continued to meet Draco Malfoy a few times in secret, only there was no sleuthing involved. Rather, they talked. They talked and grew closer. Every few days they’d meet at the Astronomy Tower, which was increasingly hard to get a spot alone at. Finally, come October, it was time for the students’ trip to Hogsmeade. The girl wore a knit black sweater with a striped pair of pants and the typical boot, her hair cascading down freely on that day. Cedric, conversely, wore a striped sweater and black pants, almost unintentionally mirroring the girl. Alongside their friends Julian, Ernie, and Hannah, they visited Zonkos, Honeydukes, and Dogweed and Deathcap. Finally, the two alone headed to the Three Broomsticks, losing their friends to J. Pippin’s Potions on the way.
“Thank God,” the girl breathed, stepping into the establishment.
It was toasty and warm inside. The sloped ceilings glimmered with rings of candlelight, and it smelled deliciously of something roasted. The sounds of chairs scuffing against the gray floors, silverware clattering, and happy chattering sounded from all around. Cedric released his girlfriend’s hand with a content sigh.
“I’ll grab us both a hot butterbeer?” he asked excitedly.
“Sure, thanks Ced,” she beamed.
“Wonderful, pick somewhere out for us?”
The boy bent forward, his chestnut hair flopping over his forehead as he knelt down to drop a kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead. Y/N felt her skin flush with rose, a smile spreading wide on her lips as she watched the boy slink off with a grin. Scanning the place, she eventually noticed a free table up on the second floor, across from the big bar Cedric stood at. Making her way hastily through the bustle, the girl thudded her path towards the stairs, stopping only when her nose came in contact with the front of a crisp black dress-shirt whose scent she recognized at once.
“Ouch, Draco!” she rubbed her face with a scowl, tilting her face up to get a look at him.
His sharp jaw was tilted down so as to scowl back better at her.
“You’ll never learn to watch where you’re going, will you?” he observed.
But his voice was quiet, and tired. Like he didn’t have the energy to be either funny or bitter with her. Instead, his eyes looked drained and tired, his skin somehow even paler than paper, and his lips hung down into a creased line of worry. Noticing her staring, the boy cleared his throat with a flicker of his ice colored eyes over her shoulder.
“You’d better be going,” he muttered. “Don’t want to be seen hanging round’ with me in front of all these people.”
She stiffened, feeling her heart sink at his words. The girl was unsure of whether she should be more upset with his statement or the fact that it was an evident lie to get her off of his trail, whatever that was.
“Oh, okay,” she mumbled unsurely, not moving.
That searing gaze penetrated her still, the boy unmoving as well.
“Draco, is everything alright?” she worded under her breath.
His eyes grew sad, contradicting the stiff nod he gave her.
“Your boyfriend is coming,” he answered in reply, his shoulders straightening.
The girl turned, and sure enough he was right. There was Cedric, navigating through the crowd with two drinks and a rapidly fading smile. His ocean stare fixated first above her head, and then back to her eyes. Turning once more, the girl watched confusedly as Draco slipped off wordlessly away, melting like a black fog into the sea of people.
“Hello.”
The girl snapped back around to Cedric.
“Hi.”
He raised an inquisitive brow, saying nothing.
“Erm,” she fumbled, suddenly at a loss for words.
Luckily, Cedric finished the thought for her.
“He looked rather grim, didn’t he?” he pondered aloud, handing her a drink.
The girl wrapped her hands gratefully around the beverage, taking a sip. The foamy froth hit her tongue first. It was sweet and fluffy like white clouds on her lips. And then the butterbeer. It was like pure delight was seeping into her system, warming her up and making her skin tingle. Cedric mimicked her as he slinked an arm through her side and around her waist, his arm so large it wrapped around to the front of her torso. The girl nuzzled silently against him as he guided her up the stairs, the smell of aftershave and parchment thick on his sweater.
“D’you remember what you told me, about how you thought Malfoy was a death eater?” he asked as the two assumed their seating positions upstairs.
The girl swallowed quickly, feeling the butterbeer struggle against her throat as she covered her mouth with a cough.
“Yes,” she responded flatly, her eyes itching to look at the scratched up table before her.
Cedric’s big blue-green eyes narrowed in observation.
“Well,” he started, “I think you’re right.
She tensed, “why?”
“What you said before makes sense,” he defended, “and the bloke has looked rather down, like he’s carrying the weight of the world on those stupid padded shoulders.”
The girl took a tentative sip of her drink, a nervous smile perching on her mouth as she leaned forward.
“Is this just because you don’t like him?” she joked lightly.
Cedric brushed her off sheepishly, “do you not think he is?”
She faltered, unsure of how to respond.
“I don’t know what to think,” she lied passively, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth.
Cedric read her every movement, his eyes narrowing with a sort of knowing.
“Is that just because you do like him?”
Her heart stopped. Her brain drew an utter blank. Honestly, she’d never seen those words coming. Struggling, the girl stammered and leaned back, her long lashes fluttering.
“Ced–” she began. “Look, no. I mean, not really. It’s not like that.”
The boy tensed, swallowing the hard lump in his throat as he knitted his brows together and shoved a large hand through his brown hair, like her flustered reply had worried him more than he’d anticipated.
“Well, what is it like?” he responded after a moment.
The girl felt her eyes well. He looked so taken aback, so struck. She needed to assure him, but she couldn’t do so as long as she kept up this lie. This lie, whatever it was. That her and Draco were, well, something like… friends. Friends. Even the thought sounded odd in her head. Anyways, she debated silently with herself, she couldn’t do it anymore.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” she said through an extended sigh, her jaw quivering with nervousness, “about Draco and I.”
The door swung open from downstairs with a massive slam, startling her. The occupants of the establishment all jumped in surprise at the sight of Horace Slugnorn in the doorway, the frog-like man paled with worry as a flurry of brown autumn leaves whirled around behind him.
“Get back to the castle!” he ordered.
For a moment, nobody moved.
“A student has been hurt!” he ordered seriously. “UP! NOW!”
…
Things only grew worse after that. On their walk back to the castle, the two moved swiftly, rounding up any students they could. Guiding a crowd of Hufflepuffs behind them, the prefects moved in deathly silence besides one another, their conversation put on an abrupt hold. Cedric said absolutely nothing the whole way back to the Common Room, and so neither had she. After leaving their housemates for a Prefect’s Meeting assembled by Professor Mcgonagall, they’d learned the victim of the recent tragedy: Katie Bell. Apparently she’d been carrying a cursed necklace in a parcel back to Hogwarts, only she’d touched it through her glove and just barely survived it herself. And she has no recollection of what had happened, according to the Professor. As she spoke, the girl turned silently to stare at Cedric. His face had gone unnaturally pale, and his jaw was beginning to visibly shake. Her heart rate rising, the girl fixated her eyes on the boy as she extended a cautious hand to his. Her fingers trembled with nervousness as they tapped his slender ones. And then he stopped. His breath slowing, Cedric, with eyes still forward, closed his long fingers around the girl’s hand.
“I’m going to find Draco,” he’d said the moment they got out.
From down the hallway, the girl could see the backside of the suit-clad Slytherin Prefect, Cedric catching it too and turning briskly in his direction. The boy skimmed easily through the open corridor and its frames that cast triangular flares of moonlight onto the cobblestone ground beneath it.
“Ced?! Hey– oi! Ced!” the girl barked in quiet confusion.
Cedric was displeased as he continued to walk, ignoring his girlfriend with determination setting deeply into his distressed expression. The moon sent ominous sorts of shadows over his knitted brows as he practically flew.
“CED!” she demanded, grabbing at his hand.
He stopped, fuming as he moved his big blue-green eyes down to hers. It was so bad that she swore she could see the cartoon smoke billowing from his nose. And in her haste to call him, the girl had drawn the attention of the nearby Draco Malfoy, who stopped slowly in his tracks to listen.
“What?!” she hissed through her teeth, her little hands struggling to hold his hesitant wrist to her chest. “What are you doing?!”
“He did it,” Cedric fired back, deathly quiet.
“He– what?!” the girl blinked confusedly back.
“He. Did. It.”
“Ced–” she tried urgently.
“Didn’t you?” he interrupted, turning his beautifully pointed nose to the boy before them.
Draco Malfoy’s slender form turned around excruciatingly slowly, a hard and cold smile plastered to his cruel lips. The boy had both hands folded neatly into the pockets of his black suit, and he raised a pale brow with a light chuckle.
“What are you assuming, Diggory?” he murmured through a slow and innocent blink.
“That you gave that necklace to Katie,” Cedric said back promptly. “Didn’t you?”
Flabbergasted, the girl’s mouth fell open. Her hands dropped from Cedric’s wrist as she forced them instead into the pockets of her pants with a stiff sigh of disbelief. Surely it couldn’t be true, could it?
But Malfoy barely reacted, save for an amused twitch of his brow.
“Careful what you go around saying,” his voice dropped dangerously in warning.
“I saw you in the Three Broomsticks earlier,” Cedric ignored him calmly.
“Alright,” the pale boy shrugged, the light from the moon sending a threatening cast of his silhouette down by his feet.
“You left right after Katie did,” Cedric said. “I saw her go.”
Draco stiffened, ever so lightly.
“That doesn’t mean anyth–” he started.
“Katie was cursed by that necklace only about five minutes later,” Cedic completed his thought, silencing the Slytherin.
Draco’s raised brows lowered observantly with dislike, his lips twisting like he had something sour stuck in his mouth. He looked as if he may explode, for a moment. But only for a moment. And then, calmly, his face relaxed.
“I didn’t do anything,” he assured, his cerulean eyes flickering briefly to Y/N’s.
It was almost believable.
Her hands trembled in their pockets, and she held his gaze, feeling her stomach fall at the sight. But, fuck. He was lying. She could just barely read it through the facade, but there it was, the ever so slight quiver of his lower lip, something she’d only learned to be his tell through a month of careful study. Draco, reading her every thought effortlessly, clenched his teeth together, the grip so tight it made his jaw pulsate. His defined nostrils flared, and he brought his tongue briefly to the roof of his mouth so as to hold it hostage in place whilst he thought. At first he looked as if he’d snap back with something clever, but then, his face falling, he thought. She could see the cogs turning as he reflected back on their deal. That he would behave so long as it meant seeing Y/N.
Clicking his tongue, he sighed, “goodnight, you two.”
Cedric was not satisfied by this answer at all. His brows lifting, the boy followed briskly after the nonchalant Slytherin, who once again, came to a slow halt in his tracks. Then he stopped. The girl, extremely overwhelmed, skipped forward.
“Look at me,” Cedric demanded, “now.”
She froze. She looked at him. His face was hard, his lips were curled with fury, and a dark sweat had built against his forehead. The bronzed boy looked absolutely furious as he shot up a hand, pointing his wand in warning against the back of the boy’s suit. And his voice, it was so new. It was so low and threatening that she even found herself growing afraid at the sound.
“Cedric!”
Tensing, Draco sucked in a slow breath, his hands up in defense as he turned cautiously around to face Cedric, who stood just a bit taller over him. The blonde boy’s icy stare moved to Y/N’s, and she could see them visibly struggling to maintain control, a silent battle occurring in the iris’ of Draco Malfoy.
“Admit it,” Cedric snarled through his perfect teeth.
His gaze was wavering now, the rage seeping quickly into his sharp features.
“No,” he responded firmly.
Cedric raised his wand to the boy’s sloped nose, like it was nothing.
“Ced!” she pleaded again, to no avail.
Moving his eyes slowly back to the girl’s, Draco’s face fell. She could read the exact moment he’d tossed his composure aside. His eyes narrowed, darkening as he spoke his next words to the girl.
“I was only in there because I was trying to get a look at your girlfriend.”
Lie. It was a lie. She could tell he was lying. But that didn’t matter, because that wasn’t the point. No, the point was to fuel Cedric’s flames, and it had worked.
“What?” Cedric challenged, his voice barely audible.
“Cedric, please,” the girl tugged gently at his arm now, feeling her eyes grow wet with moisture.
It couldn’t happen like this. It couldn’t be happening like this.
He ignored her.
“Draco–” she tried
But it was as if she weren’t even there.
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Draco shrugged, his voice growing thick with bitterness now as his lips twitched upwards into a sick grin. “Hasn’t she told you?” he continued to the stricken boy, feigning mock shock.
“Told me what?” Cedric said hoarsely, his breath short as he refused to look down at his girlfriend beside him.
“That she’s been sneaking round’ to see me?” he shook his head innocently. “That she came drunk and bustling into my arms after you so brutally dissatisfied her the other week? You know, the day of the quidditch match?”
Cedric tensed. He’d gone shockingly still now, the breath barely coming from his pink lips. The girl, meanwhile, had shut down completely. This simply could not be going worse. Not only had she been blinded by the charm of Draco Malfoy, but she’d been foolish enough to trust in it, and to hide it like a shameful secret from the one person whom she cared for most. And now she watched as he, Cedric, held it barely together before her. The starlight alone revealed in the reflection of the orb-like glaze over his eyes that he was on the verge of tears.
“What?” Cedric winced, lowering his wand at once.
But he wasn’t talking to Draco now. Rather, his gaze was fixated beneath his nose, to the girl who had swung in front of his torso with a touch of her palms to his chest. Her breath rattled as she blinked through bleary tears up at him.
“Cedric,” her voice quivered. “Ced, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please I– I was going to tell you earlier.”
“Earlier?” his voice faltered, his nostrils flaring as he grew hesitant beneath her touch. “Earlier. Not earlier, like last week, or the week before. Not earlier like right after you did it. Because you did, you did do it. And then you lied.”
“Nothing really happened–” she tried.
This made both boys grow visibly tense. Behind her, Draco turned his jaw aside with a hurt chuckle. Before her, Cedric shook his brown locks disbelievingly.
“If that was true,” he said quietly, “why wouldn’t you have told me?”
The girl felt her throat close as she stammered in silent reply.
Cedric’s eyes doubled in size, a single tear hitting his curved cheekbones as he pulled from her touch with a mortified flutter of his eyelashes.
“Right,” he said at once, his face hardening. “That’s what I thought.”
And he drew slowly away. Panicking, the girl began to follow, but he shook his head, his lips plastered tightly to one another now. He had nothing left to say to her. Feeling the knot in her chest pull so tightly that it reached her throat and caused her to release a sharp gasp, Y/N turned. She turned and she listened to Cedric walk away from her. Then, she had one hand to her opened mouth as a mangled gasp of pain hit her lips. A silent and strangled sob burst forth, and she snapped furiously to the snow-white boy who had frozen in place before her. He looked guilty already. Guilty, but with fumes still running from his nose and mouth.
“How could you?!” she said through a quivering breath.
Draco’s icy eyes softened, his shoulders relaxing, “Y/N. He should know.”
“Did you do it?” she cut him off, her voice shaking as she pleaded gently before him. “Tell me he’s wrong. Tell me you didn’t.”
If there was this, at least, maybe it meant there was a shred of a salvageable human in the cold figure before her. Draco’s mouth came apart, his head tilting as the verdict of her question read simply across his features.
“I had no choice–” he tried softly.
“GOD!” she screamed.
It had been so hoarse and so loud that her throat burned, but she paid the sting of it no mind. Instead her hands came flying up, and she thudded them against Draco’s definite front, making him stumble back in surprise, his chest heaving and brows lifting. He looked devastated, his head shaking as he muttered a quiet plea.
“I trusted you!” she said, the words coming out as a half-statement-half-sob.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks now, the light from the sky making them look like little falling stars as they ran down her face and upon her unsteady lips. She hit him again, thudding her fists defeatedly to his chest as she dropped her hands with a shaky cry.
“I trusted you,” she uttered again, more softly this time. “You were my friend.”
The boy’s eyes were turning red as he held back a wall of emotion behind their blue-ness. He scoffed defeatedly, running his ring-clad fingers over his mouth with a pained laugh.
“Right,” his chest heaved as he bit his lip frustratedly, “right.”
The girl, sucking in a deep breath, stood straighter. Her head came forward as she hung it before him, blinking desperately up into his gorgeous stare. She folded her arms against herself in the cold, her hair cascading around her halo face as she awaited his words with a splatter of a tear to the bridge of her nose. Draco looked as if he’d wanted to collect it, but upon meeting her eyes again, thought twice. And he shook his head. His gorgeous blond hair fell messily from its sculpt over his eyes, the sallow boy locking his jaw closed with a horrible and wounded chuckle.
“Right,” he said again, shaking his head now.
The girl felt her breath cut short as the boy stared determinedly at her mouth now, his throat tightening as he forced his eyes back to hers. She was shaking, and her words struggled to leave her. The wind, biting nimbly at her face, had sent a pink flush to her cheeks and nose. And the tears, like diamonds upon her visage, made her twinkle with an ethereal presence in the dark. From between her twitching lips came a slow stream of cool silver air.
“What?” she tried at last.
Draco shook his head, making his mind up now as he moved his focus between her eyes and back down to her mouth.
“Right,” he began again. “Except I don’t want to be your friend.”
She felt the cold of his rings clasp to her wrist, and he was pulling her in before she could stop him. The Slytherin yanked the Huffelpuff forward, and she stumbled on her toes and into the welcoming and familiar minty-dark aroma that enshrouded her. Only, having anticipated her movement, Draco ensured that the girl would no longer meet her nose to his chest. No, he’d stooped down into her this time, his other hand flying to grasp her cheek as the cold of his rings met her skin again. He’d caught her in midair, the movement so swift and effortless that her lips had simply had no choice but to fall into his as the boy’s slender fingers moved to her ear, through her hair, and pulled her flush against him. Any noise she had tried to make was lost, silenced as he devoured it. And as the force of it brought them stumbling back into the shadows, Draco Malfoy tried to make the girl his own.
Your daily routine hadn’t changed much since your encounter with Draco Malfoy, well it hadn’t changed if you didn’t count all the times since then that you spent anywhere quite far away with that blond who made you shiver.
The rumour had already spread around the school, your Ravenclaw beau hadn’t wasted any time, but you were fine with the situation as long as people talked from afar and didn’t bother you.
But that day you had to face your friend’s interrogation, at least she deserved answers.
“How long have you been with Malfoy behind my back?” she asked without understanding how or when that had happened.
“Almost two weeks.” You answered with a face as red as a tomato and fiddling with the food on your plate. Feeling Draco’s eyes on you in the Great Hall, whenever you were apart, hadn’t helped you to hold normal conversations.
“So, the mark on your neck wasn’t a mosquito?” she glanced at you somewhere between amused and embarrassed.
“No…” you confessed, remembering the number of hickeys Malfoy had devoted himself to leaving on your neck, marking you as his own.
“I can’t believe it.” she laughed out loud. “Who made the first move?”
“He took the initiative and I did the rest.” you said proudly.
“Look at you… And I thought you only had eyes for the characters in those novels you read.” she mocked you.
It was true that the only person who had aroused your fascination was the famous Slytherin. You didn’t know why, but before you knew it, your gaze was already following him everywhere, trying to decipher what it was hiding behind those cold and lonely eyes.
The same seemed to have happened to him, or so he confessed to you on one of your nocturnal escapades. He didn’t understand how anyone could look at him with such indifference, and he promised himself that he would get some kind of reaction from the face he had fallen in love with.
You two still had a deal to keep, the Yule Ball was in less than three days. The Heads of Houses had already started to teach you the necessary rules, though you could only think about what Draco would look like in a suit.
Oh, hell! You hadn’t even considered what you were going to wear, your head had been occupied with far more amusing thoughts.
That evening your friend came along with you to Hogsmeade, your parents had sent you some money and you were hoping to find something decent at Gladrags amongst all those socks.
You wanted to dazzle Draco, to see his pupils dilate in your presence so that he could think of nothing but you. So you went to great lengths to find a dress to match the situation.
As you imagined, there was hardly anything worthwhile left on the hangers in that shop. You went round and round, searching every possible nook and cranny, but nothing. Just as you were about to give up, a piece of blue cloth, hanging on a nearby rack, caught your eye. You couldn’t even get your hands on it before a group of Slytherin girls who had been lurking around the shop got to it before you could.
“Did you want this?” one of them asked you mischievously. “Well you wouldn’t know how to wear it anyway, some people just aren’t cut out for classy clothes.”
You were caught unawares. It was the first time you had ever been the target of a Slytherin and you thought you knew why.
“Why don’t you mind your own business?” Your friend stood up for you.
“Give it up, it’s not worth it. Some people have too much time on their hands.” You stopped her before things got ugly.
It couldn’t bother you any less, that attempted sabotage only meant that they knew Draco was no longer on the market.
You left the shop disappointed that you hadn’t found a dress for the ball. Although the bad mood lasted as long as it took you to find Draco strolling around Hogsmeade with Crabbe and Goyle.
“Well, well, but who do we have here?” his expression turned from his typical frown to a warm, relaxed smile as you approached him.
You didn’t miss the surprised faces of Malfoy’s "friends” at his change of mood. You were more than pleased to know that this was a side of Draco that only you could experience.
“We had shopping to do.” you explained. “But, we were just on our way back to Hogwarts.”
“Empty-handed?” he wondered, giving you a suspicious look.
“You should tell him.” your friend whispered in your ear.
“Tell me what?” you noticed his brow furrowing. You didn’t want Draco to know what happened, you weren’t a little girl who needed his protection, but it was already too late.
“Could you at least buy me a butterbeer?” you sighed a little wearily at the number of events that had happened in such a short time.
Your friend took that proposal as a sign to get back on her way. She didn’t want to come between the lovebirds. As for Crabbe and Goyle, all it took was a “Disappear” from the blond and within seconds it was just the two of you.
“You should be nicer to them,” you smiled as you realised how childish Draco could be sometimes. He was so eager for you two to be alone that he didn’t even bother to hide it.
“They’re used to it.” he defended himself as he took you by the hand and led you in the direction of The Three Broomsticks. You intertwined your fingers with his and let yourself be swept away with an idiotic grin on your face.
For a few seconds you regretted your request. There, in those snowy streets, it was just you, Draco, and the feeling that the world belonged to you and the slytherin alone. You didn’t want it to end.
He sensed your body’s resistance and turned to you. He caught you in his arms, grabbing your chin and forced you to look at him. His cheeks were red with cold, his eyes tinged with worry and fear…
“Have you had enough of me?” he asked bitterly. You blinked in confusion, what the hell was he talking about? You cupped his cheeks with your hands, making him shiver with the warmth you radiated.
“As if that were possible… “ you whispered, looking him in the eyes, to make your message clear. You had never been aware of how lonely Draco felt until you started dating him, but what broke your heart the most was seeing how he was ready for you to leave him at any moment. “It is you, Draco Malfoy, who will not get rid of me so easily.” you threatened him.
Without you expecting it he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you as if his soul went into it. If you didn’t know how proud the Slytherin could be you would swear that for a second you saw a tear fall down his cheek, but trapped against his chest, you couldn’t see anything, only feel Draco’s heartbeat thundering against your whole body.
“If we stay here much longer we’ll freeze, and I don’t want you to blame me if you catch a cold.” He broke the embrace and without waiting for a response, he took you by the hand and led you to The Three Broomsticks. Someone had suddenly become shy and you couldn’t help but smile.
Once there, finally with a butterbeer in your hand, he forced you to tell him what had happened to you before you met. The Slytherin had too good a memory to forget the incident. You explained to him, somewhat embarrassed, how you had completely forgotten to buy a dress for the Yule Ball and how the only thing you could find in the shop had been taken from you by a group of Slytherins.
“y/n, tell me who they are and I swear they won’t dare show their faces in front of you ever again.” The knuckles of his hand turned white and his body language adopted his father’s gestures.
“Don’t even think about it.” you tried to calm him by taking his hand and interlacing your fingers. “But…” you put a finger to his lips to shut him up. “I want all your attention on me, I don’t want you to even think about them.” you interrupted him. Draco grinned slyly, every day he was more and more sure that he had found the right one.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re already the only thing I think about all day long.” he confessed before kissing you, the taste of butterbeer intensified in your mouth accompanied by an overflowing warmth.
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Everyone was excited about Yule Ball but you couldn’t be less bothered about it.
Changing classes was a spectacle since Yule Ball was two weeks ahead. Boys and girls declaring their love in every single corner. Such a cheesy view made you want to shut yourself in your bedroom and not go out until everything came to an end. Why was everyone so desperate?
As a Ravenclaw anything apart from books, classes, etc. was a waste of time. Going to the Yule Ball wouldn’t make you pass Snape’s exams.
“y/n” your friend called you several times before you could hear her “Any date for the Yule Ball?”
“You too?” you spited out almost offended. Why are you so obsessed? You asked her trying to figure out how a dance could make people go insane.
“C’mon, you could relax.” she laughed “Tell me the truth, not even a Durmstrang student makes you want to go to the ball?” she added when some of them walked by your left.
Your eyes landed on them, they were handsome, tall and the dream of every girl or boy. But not yours…
A huge group of people in front of the class you were going to made you curious. “What is going on?”
“It’s happening again” your friend laughed excitedly while she dragged you with her to have a better view. It wasn’t a surprise to find a certain blonde in the middle of that fuss. A really nervous Slytherin was in front of him with her eyes shut down and with her whole body shaking.
“She must be the fifteenth or even the twentieth.” Another Slytherin murmured behind you.
Your brain started to put the pieces together. As the most popular Slytherin, Draco Malfoy was a very desirable target for the Yule Ball, but you didn’t expect to witness a proposal, and even more, as far you had heard it wasn’t the first one.
“Do you want to be my date to Yule Ball?” the girl in front of Draco said with a honeyed voice.
The boy didn’t seem very amazed. Giving a fast peek at his surroundings, sighed in frustration with his hand buried in his blonde hair. Your eyes met for a few seconds and he narrowed them in your presence. The truth was that you weren’t friends, not even acquaintances but for a mysterious reason he detested you. You were a great witch from a good family, none blood thing could justify his aversion. But every time you crossed paths you felt like you did something wrong.
His face displayed an annoyed gesture, and his fingers went to his temples, massaging them. “I don’t have time for this rubbish.” his head turned away from you and landed on the poor Slytherin’s girl. “Get lost.” he huffed just the right moment McGonagall appeared, dissolving the big crowd. “Whatever is happening can continue after my class.” she announced heading every student inside.
The next classes were very peaceful, no more random events on the hallway. You and your friend were on your way to the Great Hall when you remembered you needed to return a book. Your friend and you split apart, and you hurried up your way.
The hallways were empty, everyone one was on their break. You were grateful for a little bit of peace, you took your time in the library wandering around, it didn’t surprise you when you found another Ravenclaw. The library was the temple of all of you, but it didn’t feel right when he started to smile in your direction and not take his eyes off of you. Something was wrong and it pissed you.
It almost gave you a heart attack when he faced you the moment you put one foot out the library. “y/n, can we talk for a moment?” he asked you kindly with his face tinted slightly pink. That scene recalled a certain moment of the morning and your hands started to sweat. The boy in front of you was the same age but you hadn’t exchanged many words through the years, you didn’t even know his name. You bit your lower lip trying to kill the urge of running away. “Sure…” you hesitated in a lower voice and with your hands clenched to your cape
“I hope it isn’t too late.” he whispered, rubbing his neck “By any chance would you like to go with me to Yule Ball?”
You froze and your usual eloquence disappeared. You couldn’t imagine that that would happen to you. You didn’t plan a negative for the occasion, and you didn’t want to go to the ball, because the truth was that HE would never ask you to go with him, and no one else had your interest.
“I’m sorry but…” you faltered to say. Your mouth was dry, and you couldn’t find the words.
“What y/n want to say is that she is already taken.” a very known voice interrupted you. Your brows raised in surprise when you saw Draco come out from behind a pillar.
“That’s true?” the Ravenclaw looked at you with surprise, you were surprised as well, in which world were you Draco’s date? Maybe you just hit your head.
He came closer and one of his arms wrapped around your waist, your whole body shivered. He was the only one who could make you feel like that. “It’s true” you lied with your face completely red and avoiding the eyes of any of the boys. Sadly, it was a lie you wanted to believe with all your heart. The Ravenclaw gave up and disappeared after he looked at you very surprised. Your heart was pounding in your chest, you were alone with Draco and you were afraid to do or say anything that could break the spell.
“Why have you done that?” you slapped Draco away, as much as you wanted that touch you didn’t want it to be as a part of a lie. He faced you with his beautiful grey eyes and smirked maciously. “Don’t you know?” he whispered in your ear. You blushed entirely, your face, your neck, etc. “I thought you hated me.” you answered with your eyes locked on the floor, you were unable to look him in the face. Your head was spinning, you couldn’t forget all those scornful looks in the hallway.
He grabbed you by the chin and lifted it forcing you to look at him. “And I hate you.” he said in a deep voice. “I hate your indifferent face every time we meet, the way you smile at all your friends.” You got goose bumps but trying not to be intimidated you answered "If I didn’t know you, I’d say you have feelings for me…” you tilted your head with innocence and a wide smile on your face. You weren’t going to let Malfoy have all the control of the situation, if he wanted to play dirty you also knew. The blond boy looked at you in surprise, you had left him speechless. Point for you. But he seemed to recover immediately, clinging to your hips, and trapping you against the nearest wall, his head rising to your height, and your faces just a few inches away. “You’ve always been very smart.” he sighed on your neck, making you turn your head to the side leaving even more bare skin in sight. He deposited a quick kiss in the crack of your neck “What about you? he started to play with a strand of your hair. Your head was full of Malfoy, your legs were shaking and since he had cornered you against that wall you were unable to add two plus two. Everything seemed like a dream. A dirty one, but with Draco it couldn’t be any other way. You managed to hear his question, he wanted to know how you felt even if he had not spoken, not verbally. “I’d say it’s a tie.” you almost moaned when he pulled up your skirt caressing your thighs. He rested his forehead on yours, enraptured by your half-open mouth, your watery eyes and your heavy breath. “What do you say if we try to break the tie? ” he smiled “You and me at the Yule Ball.”
You smiled at him. “Deal.” you whispered, taking him by his tie to press his lips against you in a hungry kiss. He took advantage immediately and did not hold back. You melted in his embrace and bit his lower lip when you felt his hard bulge against your centre.
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 !
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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
Summary: Now that you were as confused as ever, you decided to do something about it. And that something was absolutely nothing. Or was it? And would Draco notice?
A/N: Y’all I really can’t stop writing this because it’s so cute and it needs to get somewhere but those things take time and well welcome to pining and a change of heart. Please enjoy my semesters of Latin used in this series also. It’s quite fun to use what I know to create potions and spells. I love you all and the feedback I’ve gotten so far! It means the world to me! Stay safe and stay creative!
I spent almost all night trying to figure out what Draco meant in the hall but found nothing. Well, there was the hope that maybe he understood something deeper about happiness… but that couldn’t be possible. And if it was why would he tell me?
I wanted to talk to him, confront him, ask him what he meant.
I also wanted to know where this family feud started… there had to be a good reason that Lupines didn’t get along with Malfoys, other than the obvious I assumed.
But was it obvious?
“You’re going to stare a hole through the wall Y/n,” Hermione didn’t look up from her book as she noted my glaring.
So, I’ve started a Harry Potter Blog, because well… I mean… why not? It’s where my heart is at the moment and I want to keep writing, and so that blog allows me to do so.
Summary: You hated Malfoy and he hated you and you were okay with that. It was natural. The Malfoys and the Lupines hating each other. It was fine by you… so then why did you care when he got hurt?
A/N: Alright y’all. Here it is! A small piece to what I have coming for you guys. At the moment we’re gonna keep it in book 4 because… well I want to. A few notes: 1. I gave the Reader a last name (and something very close to my own) 2. Because I’m American, so is the reader (it’s explained) 3. Yes, I am a Gryffindor (but I have a problem with the House system, but I won’t get into that now) Please let me know what you think! Do you guys want a seperate blog dedicated to this?
Fourth year at Hogwarts and of course Malfoy stood right there on the train as we shipped off. I didn’t say anything as he and Ron and Harry got into it again, though I wanted to. It had been four years and the only person that Malfoy hated as much as Potter, happened to be me.
Our families had been rivals for… centuries. In a desperate attempt to break the cycle, my parents moved to America, with me. I had no contact with Malfoy or his family… until I got my letter to Hogwarts. Then the time came to go back and be who I was meant to be.
When first year came, there was a blond-haired stood beside me in line alphabetically, and though he didn’t talk to me, and scared off other students, I did manage to get a smile from him. I knew his nerves matched mine. We had reputations to live up to. It gave me hope that I wasn’t alone.
Then I found out he was a Malfoy.
And I was a Lupine.
Slytherin and Gryffindor.
I guess it started then. Every class we had together we had avoided each other. Shunned each other. I refused to rise to his bait, and I suppose he grew bored. We hated each other in silent. Unlike Harry, Ron, and Hermione—who I was quite close to, but not completely taken with—I sighed and shook my head.
That was, until third year and the entire Buckbeak incident happened. Then I wasn’t quiet anymore. I was almost worse than Harry about making snide comments to the ‘Slytherin Prince.’ I hated injustice and I was tired of being quiet about it. And Harry wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, and Hermione wasn’t the most vocal… I on the other hand was both, and it infuriated Malfoy to no end. Because there was one thing that I had on him:
I was a pure blood. And he couldn’t do anything about that.
Our rivalry grew. Every day it was something different. Every class we had together we challenged the other. I won most, but the few he did win he wouldn’t let me live down. Our duels left him angry and brooding and me grinning and smiling all day.
Maybe I could see why our two families didn’t get along. He was too easy. It was almost fun. It also helped me in my classes—to beat Malfoy at his game I had to be smarter than him.
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The Fourth Year
“You’re a pathetic excuse for a pure blood,” He sneered as I got off of the train.
I snorted a laugh and rolled my eyes, Harry and the other two had gone on ahead, leaving me with Malfoy and his two goons.
“Careful Malfoy, I don’t think I’m a mirror,” I quipped, a wicked grin on my face.
I could see him grow red as he looked for a comeback. I simply walked off.
“You won’t win! No matter what you do!” He shouted.
“I don’t have to win!” I turned around, still making my way towards the school. “I just have to beat you!” A smile stayed on my face for the rest of the night.
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I watched as Harry turned away and Malfoy rose to cast a spell against him. I drew my own wand to counter him, but there was no one to cast a spell on but a small silvery ferret, where Malfoy was standing.
I stared at the small thing, a smile growing on my face. This was almost too easy.
Moody came then, started scolding the little ferret Malfoy, holding him by his tail and I itched to tell Moody that’s not how you’re supposed to handle any kind of animal—even if it was Malfoy—but McGonagall beat me to it.
Something, that was beyond any rivalry, gripped my heart when I saw Malfoy, now human again, curled up on the floor in pain and fear. I was about to reach my hand out to help him up, but Hermione gave me a nudge. A reminder.
“Don’t talk to me,” Ron said quietly as we sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
I was almost to lost in thought to notice that he had said anything.
“Why not?” said Hermione in surprise, drawing me from my thoughts.
“Because I want to fix that in my memory forever,” said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. “Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret …”
Harry and Hermione both laughed, and a smile touched my lips as I ate quietly. I didn’t quite agree, and I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I should be laughing at his misfortune. It was almost too easy. The entire situation was a gift from my ancestors, and yet something was… off.
“He could have really hurt Malfoy, though,” Hermione said. “It was good, really, that Professor McGonagall stopped it —”
Maybe that was the problem. Maybe I didn’t like the idea that he had gotten hurt… or could have gotten hurt worse than he already was. But why did I care again? We were enemies. That was that. And yet…
I tuned out Ron yelling at Hermione at her comment.
“Hermione’s is right guys, it could have hurt him,” I muttered.
I looked up from my plate and Ron and Harry were staring at me like I had three heads. Hermione was indifferent, the look on her face like she knew something.
“Any why do youcare? You hate him more than the rest of us.” Harry pointed out.
“I compete with him yes, and he’s a pain, yes, and I wish I never had to see him again… but he doesn’t deserve to…” I trailed off knowing I was fighting a losing battle.
“I’m off to the library,” Hermione stood, pushing her plate away.
“I’m gonna go too,” I stood, pushing away my half-eaten plate.
“But why? You don’t have homework!” Ron complained.
“I’m not doing schoolwork,” Hermione said in passing as we left.
As we walked down the hall Hermione didn’t stop looking at me. I sighed and kept to my own thoughts, trying to unravel the dilemma that the situation presented.
“Youlike him,” she nudged me.
“What?No! I don’t!” I deflected. “Me!? Like a Malfoy!?”
She laughed.
“It’s okay, I won’t tell the boys. But if you want to check on him, he’s probably in the infirmary complaining.”
“Why would I—”
“You really think I believe you want to go to the library?” She raised an eyebrow. “You hate the library. You study in your room at all costs,”
That was true, I preferred my own space and to study in the comfort of my own bed and room. It was hard enough focusing, let alone focusing on things in a place I wasn’t comfortable in.
“I just… I don’t know Hermione… seeing him like that.No one deserves that. I know Malfoy is… Malfoy… but injustice is still injustice?” I offered. It was some sort of explanation.
“Go,” She ordered. “I’ll see you later.”
I debated a moment more then decided.
“Thanks, Hermione. I owe you one,”
“Just go!” She shoved me off and I changed directions heading towards the infirmary.
Thinking that this was the stupidest thing I ever had done, I, for once, shoved every preconceived notion about Malfoy that I had and went to go and see if he was… okay.
Ugh.
I could hear him complaining as I entered the hallway that held the infirmary. A smile touched my lips as I neared the door. Some things would never change.
“Can I help you, dearie?” Madam Pomfrey asked.
“Here as a visitor,” I smiled sweetly.
“For who? Mr. Malfoy?” She raised an eyebrow at me. She had seen both of us in here as a result of our little rivalry.
“Against my better judgement, yes.” I sighed.
She let me in and immediately his eyes snapped to mine. His eyes were puffy and red, like he had been crying. He looked pitiful. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t have it in me.
“What are you doing here? Come to make fun of me?” He snapped, crossing his arms.
“Where’s your posse?” I asked, folding my arms as well, cocking my head back. “I thought sure they would be with you.”
“Am I their keeper?”
“Ithought so.” I smirked.
“Whatever, Lupine,” he rolled his eyes.
We remained quiet around another as time stretched out. There were so many things that I wanted to say but didn’t. I wanted to ask if he was okay, if he needed anything, if he was still hurting. But I also wanted to laugh and make fun of him. I wanted to put him down and never let him live this down. I wanted to write a letter to my parents so that they knew…
And I did none of that.
“You make a cute ferret,” I noted and turned to leave, wondering why I went in the first place.
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
Summary: Is Umbridge the worst thing you have to face? Is there a silver lining or something much darker lurking underneath?
A/n: Y’all are going to love me, then hate me. I’m serious. You guys love my fluff writing, but for those who have been with me for a while know I’m the goddess of angst writing. But it’s also +15k words so… Also this gets slightly PG-13 but nothing too risque. So, there’s that. Let me know what you think! I love seeing all the messages/comments from you guys!
Draco quickly found you in the halls, your silvery cloak setting you apart from the masses of black. If his aunt Bellatrix was out from Azkaban, so were a lot of other Death Eaters and he had gone about frantic the past few days not knowing if you were alright.
Paranoia wouldn’t leave him alone. Someone had to know what you meant to him. Maybe his father found out. Maybe someone told from the school. Maybe his aunt had seen you that day on winter holiday. There were too many variables.
But you were there smiling beside your friends waving at him. He pulled you into a quick hug and quickly slung his arm around your shoulders, his eyes darting around the halls as if he were expecting a Death Eater to jump out and take you away.
A/n: Hello my darlings! Welcome to the next part and honestly it took me a while to figure out where I wanted to take this, so please enjoy the angsty fluff of this chapter and I’m happy to introduce Susan! (you’ll understand later). I love you guys so much you have no idea, please don’t stop commenting, reblogging and liking, you have no idea how much it excites me and motivates me to keep writing. ALSO GUYS TOM FELTON IS GOING TO BE AT THE COMICON NEAR ME AND YOU BET YOUR GALLEONS THAT I AM DROPPING COLLEGE MONEY TO GO AND MEET THAT MAN
“What’s your favorite flower, darling? I’ll get you the seed”
I said “Dandelion, Dandelion, ” that one’s so pretty
She said, “Child, that one’s not a flower, that one’s just a weed”
Summary: Draco has always tormented you for anything and everything. One summer you cut your hair off and get a bit better at spells and Draco has no idea what to do with you now and you have no idea what to do with all this new attention.
A/N: Hello my darlings! This is a request from @darcypottah and now that it’s fleshed out a bit more, it will be a series, each part is going to be a school year (starting in the Goblet of Fire) or a summer between (the summer chapters will be shorter obviously) following the thread: A Hufflepuff!reader dating Draco and they get split up because Draco has to do something for Voldemort and doesn’t want the Hufflepuff!reader getting in the way. But eventually, they will get back together.Welcome to over 8,000 words because I have no self-control and this is the best thing ever not lying. It’s got everything and anything under the sun. Love you guys and as always let me know what you think!!
“Go ahead, run back to your friends,” He sneered. “I don’t seewhy they even let you into this school if you’re not going to do a spell,”
I hung my head, my long hair covering the hurt on my face as I rushed down the hall away from him.
Draco Malfoy. The most malicious kid in my year and a Slytherin no less. So, he thought it was acceptable for his taunts against me and my house. Not like I chose to be Hufflepuff. Not that I hated it either, I loved my house and my friends and everything we stood for… but why did it have to be me that he singled out?
Summary: Will you let Draco fix what happened? Will you listen long enough? Will you two finally confess your true feelings? What did you do that unfroze the winter ground?
A/N: Hello my lovelies! I’d like to formally apologize for the angst of the last chapter (though it needed to happen) and I now give you the resolve of that chapter as well as some new thrilling plot lines! I love you guys so so much. Please don’t be afraid to come talk to me or comment or reblog! Always keep fighting.
“Theground?” He repeated. “I didn’t do that, Y/n”
I flinched as he said my name, clenching my fists.
“Okay,look, I know what you saw,” He held his hands up in surrender, backing away slightly. “But please, listen.”
“Towhat? You… you kissed her Draco! You were… and God I trusted you!”
“My father—” He tried.
“Oh,I have a few choice words for you and your father!” I snapped standing up. “How could you!?”
“Y/n,please,”
“Say please one more time and I swear to Merlin I am going to punch you in the face.” I threatened.
Summary: Your world was perfect for a shining moment. Then that moment ended. You and Draco are tested against the true evils of the world and unforgivable curses.
A/N: To all of you who thought that last chapter was cute and fluffy had me cackling because I knew this was coming and I would say I’m sorry but that would be a lie. This is heavy angst and oh my goodness it feels good to write angst again. And this isn’t the entirety of the angst I have planned for these two. Anyway, I love you all so so much! This is also live on AO3! Also if you want a song to listen with this please enjoy Haunted by Taylor Swift
Warnings: Since this chapter is angsty I do want to warn against those of you who might trigger with depression or have self esteem battles. There is also sexual harassment but though it is terrible, it’s not the main focus. There will be resolve though, I promise. You battle is not over. Always keep fighting.
“You’re creating a draft dear,” Narcissa spoke softly, not looking up from The Daily Prophet.
“He hasn’t responded to my letter. And I still hear word that he is with this… this Lupine, the daughter of Jezebel herself!” Lucius sneered. “This is why I didn’t want to send him to that school. The fool Dumbledore doesn’t know how to run it properly.” Venom dripped from his words.
“Dumbledore has nothing to do with your son’s affair,” Narcissa noted.
“He’s making a fool of the family name Narcissa!” Lucius roared. “After everything that I have done for that boy!”
“Then why are you sitting here scolding me and not scolding at him?” She looked up from the newspaper with a stern cold glare.
“I’m going to put an end to this. This girl will rue the day she ever decided to talk to my son,” Lucius stormed upstairs, planning for the trip ahead.
“Just another Christmas,” She sighed and picked up the letter from Draco that she had received earlier and tucked it away before her husband could see it.
Hello my lovies! As promised I have uploaded my Draco series onto Archive of Our Own, for those of you who prefer to use that platform, or would rather read it without the qualms of Tumblr, or perhaps it’s easier to send to friends without looking like you spend all your time on Tumblr…. whatever the reason I have uploaded it!!
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I cannot express enough how much you all mean to me and all of your love an support, I know I haven’t been here long but it means the world that you all are still out there and willing to feed into my insanity. Please never stop being you and doing what you do. I love seeing all of your comments and reblogs. So thank you truly.
Summary: The Yule Ball is finally here and maybe just once you get to be the princess in a fairy tale.
A/N: Guys, guys, this chapter IS SO SWEET AND SOFT AND I’M ASDKJDADGAD anyway. Hello to those of you who are new! I love you all so much (and if anyone would like context or a visual for this chapter see Cinderella or ya know your favorite Disney princess dance sequence… there are so many) I love you all! Please let me know what you think! Also catch this on AO3 soon!!
Christmas Eve and it seemed like the week had passed faster than the week before. Between finding a last-minute present—and a letter to Mrs. Weasley to see if a miracle could really happen—and wrapping the ones I already had, I was exhausted come Christmas Eve, so I did what I did every year: I read a book.
“So, do you have a dress for the Ball?” Hermione asked as we lounged in the Common Room watching the boys play chess.
“Yeah, my mother sent me one, it was the parcel I got the other morning,” I noted, my eyes not leaving my book—A Christmas Carol.
It was the evening before the Ball as well, and we were enjoying the buzz of the common room as Christmas approaching in the morning had everyone in a stupor. I had seen Draco at dinner, but Hermione stole me back for the evening, well, she tried.
Summary: Now that winter break was upon you, you finally had time to look into what your mother told you about as well as confront the other parent in the situation, the one you dread to think about and the one Draco had to live with.
A/N: Hello my darling loves! We’re finally getting somewhere with plot! And lore! And Latin! ((Seriously, something is lost when you know Latin and can translate the spells on the top of your head… it’s less… magical. But funny because the spells mean exactly what they’re doing and I don’t know if that a cheap lazy move or brilliant.)) Let me know what you guys think! Also I’m toying with the idea of uploading this to AO3… would you guys want that? Love you guys, stay safe.
Snape eyed me as I smiled through my exam, on cloud none the entire way. I had gotten through my History of Magic exam no problem and now Snape wanted us to recreate our Bellum Amoris antidotes. Weeks of worrying and I was finished with the second fastest time.
Draco beat me by a few minutes—he was allowed to the ingredients first—and we walked out of the exam hand in hand, not caring much about anyone who decided to gawk at us.
I was in too good of a mood. The term was done for the winter, I had finished all of my exams, and I wouldn’t be alone for the holidays when I remained at Hogwarts this year as I had the years before.
Summary: Will Draco find the courage to ask you out? And what happens when you two have class or lunch together? How will your worlds collide?
A/N: More of a intermediate chapter but ya know it’s still cute and a bit saucy toward the end. I love you guys so so much! Please don’t stop with your comments likes and reblogs, they mean so much to me you have no idea. Also don’t be afraid to come and chat! I’m mostly always here. Love you guys. Stay safe and creative.
I was glad that Hermione was my partner in Herbology. I had forgotten to go over today’s lesson last night and I wasn’t ahead or prepared as I normally was.
“This is the only time I letting you slide on this.” Hermione warned. “Draco or not, you still need to keep up on your studies,”
I nodded and watched as she handled the flutterby bush, pruning it successfully. I followed her suit, mimicking exactly what she did and reaped the same results. Professor Sprout seemed pleased with both of us and awarded Gryffindor ten points for each of us.
I watched Harry and Ron struggle across from us, and giving in, I went over to help. Harry’s eyes met mine and something passed between us: a truce of sorts.
Summary: Now that you two had to face other people and interact, knowing what happened… can the two of you do it? And how will it work even if it does?
A/n: This part is SO CUTE and I love it. I hope you guys know that this is far from over… I was serious when I said that I would rewrite the entirety of the series. I hope you guys are staying safe and stay tuned I have big plans for our confused lovers. Let me know what you think! ((Also, guys, please sleep and do your school work–don’t make me mother you))
I woke the next morning, still by the window, a letter on my lap and Penelope nowhere in sight. There was a familiar green seal on the parchment.
A fresh layer of snow covered the grounds of Hogwarts, it was almost enchanting. Stretching, I took my blanket and the letter and sat on my bed. Hermione was absent from her bed. I could only assume that she had gone down to breakfast.
Opening the letter, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and blinked through reading it.
Summary: So maybe you and Draco figured out that you don’t have to hate each other… but that about the rest of the school?
A/N: Who is ReADy foR ThiS!? Because I promise you all, you’re not. It’s been one of my favorite parts so far but let me know what you think! I love you guys and your feedback so don’t be afraid to comment or reblog! (Also this is over 3k words because I have no self control anymore)
The weekend passed, and due to final exams, I was holed up in my room most of the time. That’s what was nice about rooming with Hermione, I could cook my own food—the Muggle way—and she wouldn’t tell on me. Ramen was a lifesaver as we studied.
I hadn’t heard form Draco at all. Part of me wondered if he figured it out. The letter he wrote to me was getting worn form the amount of times that I unfolded and refolded it each time I reread his words.
The boys did coax us both down to dinner Sunday night, however. They weren’t quite convinced that I was fine and were still at my defense despite my change in mood and constant protests. In fact, it seemed like every Gryffindor in our year and then some were ready at my defense.
Summary: Defeated and betrayed you don’t know what to do. And you don’t do anything… Draco does.
A/N: Hello all of my new lovelies! I’m so excited to see you all and to have so many of you despite me just starting this new blog for my new obsession. It means everything to me, your notes and comments and reblogs! I love you guys, enjoy this slightly angst, slightly fluffy part. (Also Hermione is such a bean)
I fled Down to Hagrid’s and seeing the tears on my face and the pain in my eyes, Hermione, Ron and Harry all ushered me into Hagrid’s hut.
“What happened?” They all demanded.
“It was Malfoy,” Harry spat. “He’s not here. He did this,” He hissed, pacing.
I yearned to shake my head and prove him wrong. To say that Malfoy didn’t do this, but I couldn’t. I hid my face in my hands and sank into one of the oversized chairs around me, panic running through my system.
Summary: The other shoe drops and you weren’t ready.
A/n: Look at me posting twice in one day. Who am I? I don’t know. I love you guys and hope you enjoy some angst and pining. Let me know what you think! Please it means the world to me!
Draco’s feeling towards you started to morph from hatred and disgust to curiosity. You were almost too cryptic for his liking… it was too Slytherin for a Gryffindor.
So, he started to watch you a bit closer, learning your schedule and what you did or didn’t do. Most of the time he was left alone because you were in the Gryffindor Tower. He only assumed that it was the location that you studied in because you were never in the library other than to check out books.
Each day he found out nothing more than circling answers and more questions. It frustrated him He was the best at everything except knowing how you worked. Potter was easy, Hermione and Ron even more so, but you were a force to be reckoned with and he hated it.
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Once my Mother’s relationship with Damon was revealed, she seemed happier. Damon made an effort to get to know me and he was actually really kind. He treated me as if I was his own Daughter and that made me happy. I still missed the Father I never got to know dearly, but Damon was as close to a Father figure as I was going to get. I really liked him and having him around made everything feel more like home.
Currently my Mother was out shopping and Damon offered to watch me instead of her hiring a babysitter. I was so excited to spend another day with him and he seemed just as happy. We were sitting in the living room together, watching some random show that was on. Neither one of us were that invested in what was going on, but we were still enjoying it.
“Y/N? There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.” Damon suddenly said and I felt my heart skip a beat. This was it. My perfect little world was about to blow up in my face. Damon was about to tell me how he doesn’t love my Mother anymore and he found another girl…
“O-Okay…” I stuttered as I turned to face him. He gave me a kind smile and muted the show.
“It’s nothing to be worried about.” He said and I took a deep breath. He took a second to compose his thoughts and then took a deep breath himself.
“Y/N, as you know me and your Mother have been seeing each other for a long time now.” He started and I nodded, my anxiety still not leaving me completely.
“Well, I love your Mother very much and I love you as well. I think of you as my own Daughter. I wanted to make sure this was alright with you first before I asked your Mother, because I know you’re her whole world and she wouldn’t do anything without making sure you’re okay with it first.” He said and I looked at him confused.
“I want to ask your Mother to marry me, but only if you’re alright with me being part of your family.” He said and I nodded with the biggest smile ever, but then I thought about how my Father left us for another woman and frowned.
“You won’t leave us… right?” I asked and he pulled me onto his lap.
“Y/N, I promise you, I will never leave you or your Mother.” He said and held out his pinky to me. I smiled and wrapped my much smaller one around his. He smiled down at me as we pulled our fingers apart.
“I’d like to make it clear that I am in no way trying to replace your Father. I know how much you care about him and how you wish you got to know him, but I’d hope you can see me as your Father in some way, someday. I would never want to replace him, because he’s part of the reason you’re an amazing girl and part of the reason you’re in the world today.” He said and I smiled even bigger, with tears in my eyes.
“You’re already my Daddy, and I know you’re not replacing my Father.” I said and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him.
“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” He said and I pulled back with a smile.
“Y/N? Damon? I’m home!” My Mother called. She walked into the room a few moments later and I hopped off the couch, running right up to her. I gave her a huge hug and she laughed. She lifted me up and kissed my cheek.
“Now what was that for?” She asked with a smile.
“Mum! Damon has something to ask you!” I said, excitedly.
“What?” She asked confused as she set me down. I pulled her over to Damon and he chuckled at my reaction.
“This isn’t exactly what I had planned, but I can’t really blame Y/N for being excited.” He said, which only made my Mother more confused.
“What’s going on you two?” She asked. Damon took my Mother’s hand and smiled up at her as he sunk down to one knee.
“Anabella Renaud, I have loved you long before we started dating and I will love you until the day I die. I knew you wouldn’t even think about accepting my proposal until you asked Y/N, which is why I went ahead and got her blessing before I ask. Anabella, will you make me the happiest man in the world and become my wife?” He asked and pulled out a huge ring with a square yellow diamond, surrounded by white diamonds all around it! I gasped as did my Mother.
“I-I… Y/N, are you sure you’re alright with this?” She asked, kneeling down to my level.
“Yes! Damon is already like my Daddy, and he pinky promised he wouldn’t leave!” I said, bouncing on my heels. She giggled at me and looked back at Damon.
“In that case, I would love to marry you, Damon.” She said. He placed the ring on her finger and pulled her in for a loving kiss.
“Yay! I’m going to have a Daddy!” I cheered and they both chuckled at me. They pulled me in for a group hug and each kissed the side of my head.
“I have to tell Draco! We’re going to have a wedding!” I said and ran up to my room as they laughed.
*1990*
Damon had moved in not long after he proposed to my Mother. We were finally a family and I was so happy. My Mother was actually excited about the wedding and even let me help plan it! Draco was my date and he would be walking me down the aisle. I had picked out a goldish-yellowish dress, white flats, a blue and white flower crown, and of course the necklace Draco got me for my seventh birthday.
I was in the room with my Mother, helping her and her real bride’s maid get her ready. She looked like a real life Princess! Her dress was big and sparkly, her shoes were really nice and expensive, but you couldn’t see them because of how big her dress was. Her makeup was very simple, but she looked amazing! Finally her bouquet was a mix of white and blue flowers, just like my crown!
“You look so amazing, Mum!” I gushed and she smiled down at me.
“Thank you my little fawn, you do as well. I’m sure Draco will be amazed when he sees you.” She said and I blushed slightly.
“I hope so.” I said and she smiled.
“Bella, darling?” Grandfather knocked on the door and peeked his head in.
“Grandfather!” I shouted and ran up to him. He smiled and lifted me up, kissing the side of my head.
“Hello my Princess, you look wonderful.” He said and I smiled.
“Not as good as Mum, she looks just like a Princess!” I said and he finally looked her over.
“Oh my sweet girl…” He said and put me down. He walked over to my Mother and gave her a spin.
“You look amazing.” He said and she smiled brightly.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She said.
“You look so happy.” He smiled fondly at her.
“I am.” She replied.
“Well then, let’s get you married… again.” He said and my Mother giggled.
“Y/N, Draco is waiting for you just down the hall.” Grandfather said and I nodded. I walked out of the room and down the hall. Draco had his back turned to me and I ran up, hugging him from behind.
“What the-” He started and turned around as I let go of him.
“Hello, love.” He smiled. I felt my heart flutter slightly at the nickname he had recently started calling me, since he turned ten.
“Hello, Dray.” I said, giving him a little curtsy. He chuckled and gently took my hand. He kissed the back of it and pulled me closer to him. That’s when I noticed his tie.
“Did you wear this just to match me?” I giggled as he blushed.
“Mother may have informed me of your dress color, and I may have taken it into consideration.” He said and I giggled again.
“You’re adorable!” I said and kissed his cheek.
“Y/N! Draco! It’s time, get into place!” My Mother’s bridesmaid said. We both quickly got into place and I clung to my small bouquet as my hand rested against Draco’s arm. We soon heard the music start and everyone began walking down the aisle. I smiled as I saw Damon dressed in his all black suit, different to Draco’s, his blue tie that matched the flowers my Mother had chosen, and his matching black shoes.
Draco and I went our separate ways, he stood next to Damon and I stood on my Mother’s side. My Grandfather and Mother were walking down the aisle and everyone’s eyes were on them. When my Mother made it to the end my Grandfather kissed her cheek and went to take his seat in the front row. Everything kind of dragged on after that, until my Mother and now Step-Father kissed. Everyone cheered and clapped. I ran up to them and Damon lifted me up, kissing my cheek. They both hugged me tightly and Damon started carrying me back down the aisle.
“Hey! That’s my date!” Draco called as he chased after us. My parents chuckled and placed me down. Draco wrapped his arm around mine and slightly glared at Damon.
“Sorry, Draco. I wouldn’t dare take Y/N away from you.” He said. Draco huffed and nodded. I giggled at my best friend and kissed his cheek.
The party after the wedding was just as perfect as the reception was. Draco and I danced together a lot. We were currently sitting at our table having a drink while we talked when the band tried to gain everyone’s attention.
“Sorry to bother everyone, but the groom ‘ere has requested a special dance with his new daughter!” The lead singer said and my eyes widened. Damon walked up to us and kneeled down on one knee in front of Draco.
“Mind if I borrow your date?” He asked and Draco looked at me. I gave him a smile and he sighed.
“I suppose so…” He said and I giggled. He’s always been insanely protective over me and never liked when someone else gave me attention. He was always worried someone would hurt me, but Damon was now my Father and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Damon stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and hopped off my chair. Damon led me to the middle of the dance floor and the music began. He led me as we danced and eventually I ended up standing on his feet. It was an amazing experience that I never expected to have in my life. Damon wasn’t replacing my Father, but he was most definitely my Dad.
Once the dance was finished everyone clapped and Damon led me back to Draco. I took my seat and Damon kneeled down to Draco’s height again.
“Draco, I know you and Y/N are best friends and I just want you to know that I would never hurt her. It’s obvious that you care about you and want to protect her and I appreciate that. I’m glad Y/N has you as her best friend and I want you to know that I will do my best to take care of her as well.” He said and I smiled. Draco stuck his head up slightly, but a small smile was on his lips.
“I will always be Y/N’s number one.” He said and I giggled. Damon chuckled and nodded.
“I know you will.” He said and Draco smirked. Damon held out his hand and Draco looked at it for a moment before shaking it. I smiled as Damon walked off to my Mother and looked back to Draco who was already smiling at me.
“He’s good to me, Draco. He’s like the Dad I always wanted.” I said and his smile grew.
“I’m happy for you, love.” He said and gently held my hand. This was the best day of my life. I finally got a Dad. I finally have a complete family.
Warnings: Mentions of James Potter’s death, crying, panic attack, should be it!
Y/N: Your Name
Y/N/N: Your Nickname
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I ended up spending the rest of my birthday locked in my room. I couldn’t believe my Father was dead! He should have never left! He should have been right here with me and my Mother! Then I wouldn’t be spending my birthday in my room crying and staring at the only picture I have of him… I spent the next morning locked in my room, refusing to come out. I just wanted my Father…
“Y/N?” My Mother called as she knocked on my door. I didn’t answer, just stared at the picture of my Father.
“Y/N darling?” She asked as she opened my door. I heard her sigh and close the door. Her quiet footsteps made their way to my bed and she gently sat next to me.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N…” She said. I peeled my eyes away from the picture and looked at my Mother who was frowning at me.
“I should have told you sooner, I’m so sorry.” She said.
“It’s not your fault…” I said quietly.
“It is. I was the one who came up with the deal, if I didn’t offer Lily to him he would have been here with us.” She said. I sat up and wrapped my arms around my Mother, hugging her tightly.
“I don’t blame you, Mum.” I said and she held me closely to her.
“I love you so much, Y/N. I should have-”
“I love you too, Mum.” I cut off whatever she was going to blame on herself again. We sat in silence for a bit, just hugging each other. I pulled away first and reached to grab the picture of my Father. I stared down at him with a sad smile.
“Do you still want to go to the party tonight?” She asked and I nodded.
“Are you sure? I’m sure the Malfoys will understand if you don’t.” She said.
“I wanna see Draco.” I said and she smiled.
“Alright, then we better get ready.” She said and I smiled brightly.
My Mother helped me get dressed in a red puffy dress, gold shoes, a birthday crown that my Grandfather got me, and a diamond bracelet that my Mother got me. She smiled down at me and kissed my head. She went to get ready and then we were off to the party!
When my Mother and I arrived at the Malfoy’s Manor, Draco’s parents were in the foyer to greet each guest.
“Arabella! Y/N! We’re so happy you made it!” Narcissa said as she hugged and kissed my Mother’s cheek.
“Narcissa, Lucius, thank you so much for doing this.” My Mother said.
“Of course! Y/N is practically like our own daughter.” Lucius said.
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.” I greeted and they each smiled at me.
“Happy birthday, Y/N.” Narcissa said.
“Thank you!” I said.
“Dobby! Go fetch Draco, tell him Y/N has arrived.” Lucius ordered the house elf.
“Yes Master!” The timid elf said and rushed to find the Malfoy heir.
“Draco’s been so excited to see you again, he hasn’t stopped talking about your party since last night.” Narcissa said.
“Y/N’s been very excited to see Draco again.” My Mother said. It wasn’t long until Draco entered the room with a smile on his face.
“Y/N! Happy Birthday!” He excitedly said as he made his way towards me.
“Thank you!” I said as I gave him a huge hug.
“Bella, there’s someone here that I know would love to see you.” Narcissa said with a smirk on her face.
“Oh, well I don’t know, Issa…” My Mother said and looked down at me.
“Draco, why don’t you accompany Y/N during the party?” Narcissa asked her son and he nodded with a smile. He offered me his arm and I gladly took it.
“It’s okay Mum, I’ll be with Draco!” I said happily.
“Are you sure, my little fawn? With everything that happened last night I don’t want to upset you more…” She said, crouching down.
“I’m sure, Mum.” I smiled. My Mother deserved to be happy tonight too.
“Come on, Y/N/N, I wanna show you the decorations!” Draco happily said as he tugged on my arm gently. I giggled and followed him into the ballroom. It was absolutely perfect! There were green and gold decorations littering the ballroom, there were white flowers all around as well. Everything was so perfect I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.
“Do you like it?” He asked and I nodded in awe.
“It’s amazing, Draco!” I exclaimed.
“I picked it all out just for you! I knew you would love it!” He said excitedly. I giggled and gave him a big hug.
“I don’t want to pry, but do you mind telling me what happened last night?” He asked and I sighed.
“I had an awful birthday, Draco… My Mother had told me that my Father died just a year after I was born and then she gave me a letter he wrote me. He was explaining how he and my Mother made a deal to have me and then they could be with that Muggle-born girl Lily. He talked about how he wanted to meet me one day and how I have a Brother. I cried so hard and my Mother tried to comfort me, but I was so hurt. She mentioned how my Father wanted me to meet my Brother, Harry, but I don’t want to! He’s literally the reason My Father left us!” I huffed.
“I’m sorry, Y/N/N, finding out your Father was killed by the Dark Lord on your birthday must be the worst.” He said with a frown and I furrowed my brow.
“What?” I asked and he looked at me confused.
“My Father was killed by You-Know-Who?” I asked and his eyes widened.
“Y-You didn’t know?” He asked and I shook my head. Tears began to blur my vision and it felt like my throat was closing up. Draco’s eyes widened further and he grabbed my hand.
“How about we go outside for a bit?” He asked and all I could do was nod. Draco led me out to his back porch and gently sat me in the garden chair. Luckily we were the only two out here so I could have peace. I felt my hands start shaking and my head felt like it was slightly spinning. I grabbed my head as I started hyperventilating. Draco stood in front of me and gently grabbed my hands.
“You need to breath, Y/N. In and out.” He gently said. I shook my head as the tears fell harder.
“C-Can’t…” I whispered.
“Just like this… In… Out…” He said, guiding me through breathing normally again. I tried my best to follow his instructions, but it was so hard. Draco kept gently whispering to me about how I should breath as he gently brushed his thumb on the back of my hands. It took a bit for my tears to finally stop and my breathing to return to normal. I looked up at Draco and he was looking down at me worriedly.
“I’m alright…” I said, quietly.
“I’m really sorry, Y/N/N, I thought you knew.” He said and I took a deep breath. I shook my head and smiled at him.
“Thank you for telling me, Dray.” I said and squeezed his hands.
“Let me make it up to you, come with me!” He said and pulled me along with him. The two of us rushed through the ballroom and over to a large table that held all the gifts for me. Draco looked over them and picked up a small, very expensive looking box.
“Here, this one’s mine!” He said, practically bouncing up and down. I giggled and smiled at the small box that was wrapped in dark green with gold polka dots and a silver bow keeping it all together.
“Draco Lucius, Malfoy! What do you think you’re doing?” Narcissa scolded as she walked up to us, along with my Mother and a man I’ve never seen.
“I-I made Y/N upset because I told her what happened to James Potter and I didn’t know that she didn’t know… I just wanted to make her feel better!” Draco said, nervously looking up at his Mother.
“That wasn’t your information to tell!” Narcissa hissed and Draco bowed his head.
“Don’t be so hard on him, Issa, I should have told her…” My Mother said and I looked up at her with wide eyes.
“You knew?” I asked, feeling tears prick my vision again.
“Oh my little fawn…” She kneeled down and gently grabbed my arm.
“I did know, but I didn’t know how to tell you. How was I supposed to tell you that your Father was murdered by…” She trailed off and I bit my lip.
“What else are you keeping from me?” I whispered and her eyes widened slightly.
“Nothing, Y/N, I promise you. There is nothing else to tell you regarding your Father and your Brother.” She said and I took a deep breath. I held up my pinky and gave her a small smile.
“Promise?” I asked and she smiled. She wrapped her pinky around my smaller one and held it tightly.
“I promise.” She said and pulled me in for a hug.
“Y/N, happy birthday!” The man said, also crouching down to my level.
“T-Thank you.” I smiled, feeling slightly nervous around him.
“Y/N, this is Damon Horn.” My Mother introduced the man.
“Hello.” I smiled and he returned it. He pulled out a red box with a silver bow wrapped around it and held it out to me.
“I got you something. Your Mother told me you’d like it.” He said and I smiled and took the box from him.
“Thank you!” I said.
“Y/N… I thought you were going to open my gift first?” Draco said and I turned to find him frowning at me.
“Draco! Don’t be rude.” Narcissa said. Draco’s frown deepened and his arms fell to his sides, still holding the little box. I frowned slightly and turned back to the man.
“Sorry, sir, Draco and I always open each other’s gifts first.” I said and my Mother smiled. She took the box from my arms and I smiled.
“Go on my little fawn.” She said and I turned to face Draco who had a smug smirk on my face. He handed me the box and I took it with a grateful smile on my face.
“It’s so lovely, Draco.” I said and gently undid the bow then ripped the paper off. I opened it to find a black velvet box. I opened it and inside was a silver necklace with a little black stone in the middle of a sun.
“Draco, this is amazing!” I said taking the necklace out of the box.
“I have the matching one!” He said and pulled out a little silver moon with the same black stone in the middle. I smiled and held up the necklace to him.
“Will you put it on for me?” I asked. He smiled and took the necklace from me and I turned around, moving my hair out of the way for him. He placed the necklace around me and locked it into place. I smiled down at the little pendant and turned back to face Draco.
“It’s enchanted too! When you hold it up to your eye and look into the stone you can see the stars!” He said and I smiled.
“It’s amazing! I love it so much! Thank you!” I said and hugged him tightly.
“You’re welcome, I knew you would love it!” He said and I giggled.
“I do, it’s amazing!” I said. I turned back to my Mother and held up the little sun to show her.
“Isn’t it amazing, Mum?” I asked and she smiled.
“It’s so amazing.” She said and I beamed and looked back down at the sun.
“Why don’t you open Damon’s gift now?” She asked and offered me the box.
“It won’t be as good as mine.” Draco grumbled.
“Draco!” Narcissa scolded.
“It’s alright, Narcissa. He’s probably right.” Damon laughed and Draco narrowed his eyes at him slightly. He came closer and stood next to me. I took the gift from my Mother and gently opened the box. I took the lid off the box and found two stuffed deer inside. I gasped and took them out. One was a stag and the other was a doe, they were my favorite animals of all time. It was one of the few facts I had learned about my Father of the years and I clung to it. They were forever going to be my favorite animals.
“I love them! Draco look!” I said and held them out for him to see. He smiled at me and nodded.
“They’re very cute.” He said and I turned to my Mother.
“Mummy! Look! Look!” I said and she laughed.
“I see them, my little fawn. They’re amazing.” She said and I hugged them closely. My Mother and Damon stood up and he placed his hand on my Mother’s waist.
“Thank you, Mr. Horn!” I said and he smiled down at me.
“You’re welcome, sweetie.” He said and gently pulled my Mother closer to him. I looked at them for a moment and smiled slightly.
“You like my Mother!” I said and her eyes widened.
“Y/N!” She said and I looked at her confused.
“I do like your Mother, quite a lot.” He answered and I smiled.
“Do you like him, Mum?” I asked and she bit her lip.
“Y/N, darling…” She trailed off.
“You do!” I said and held the stuffed deer closer to me.
“Y/N, it’s… complicated…” She said.
“Y/N, your Mother and I have been seeing each other for a little while now and she was worried about how you would feel about this.” Damon said and my Mother’s eyes widened.
“Are you happy, Mummy?” I asked and she looked down at me then back at Damon.
“I am.” She said and I smiled brighter.
“Yay! I’m happy for you Mum.” I said and she smiled down at me.
“Thank you, my little fawn.” She said.
“Draco, why don’t you take Y/N to see your friends?” Narcissa suggested.
“Okay!” Draco said with a smile. I held up the stuffed deer to my Mother, who took them with a smile.
“Come on, Y/N/N!” Draco said and pulled me along with him.
For the rest of the party, Draco and I spent it with our friends. We danced, ate some snacks, drank a few drinks, and played some games. When dinner came we were all together at one table while the adults were at all the other tables. It was all so perfect and soon it was time for cake. The house elves brought out a large three tiered cake. The first layer was green with black and gold paint like stripes around them. The second one was also green, but with nothing on it, and the last layer was plain white. They had white flowers and a white chocolate ring resting on the bottom layer. It was so amazing! They had also brought out green and white rose cupcakes with gold leaves on them. It was all so perfect! They set the cake in front of me and I smiled so wide that my cheeks hurt.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you!” Everyone sang and I pulled Draco closer to me.
“One, two, three!” I said and the two of us blew out the candles together. Everyone clapped and some had taken pictures. They took the cake away and returned not long with a large piece that Draco and I shared. Yesterday may have been the worst birthday I had, and today wasn’t as perfect as it could be, but Draco always knew how to make me feel better. He made this birthday party amazing, just like he always did.
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My Mother was the absolute best Mother in the world, except when it comes to my Father. All I know about him was that he left us before I was born for another woman… My Mother said it was part of a deal they had made, but it still upset me that he would do that to my Mother. I wanted so badly to meet him, but something told me that I never would… It was my 7th birthday today and I was excited since my Mother said she had a surprise for me.
“Y/N! Please come down here!” My Mother called and I smiled.
“Coming!” I called back and rushed down the stairs. I walked into the den and smiled at my Mother.
“Happy birthday, my little fawn.” She said with a large smile. My smile grew at the mention of my nickname. She had always called me her little fawn, said it had something to do with my Father. She would never explain further than that.
“Thank you, Mother.” I said. She motioned me to sit on her lap and I did. She held me close and kissed the top of my head.
“Here, this is a letter from your Father, he wrote it after you were recently born and I wanted to wait until you were old enough to understand…” She said with a sigh. My eyes widened at the mention of my Father and I couldn’t help the smile that crept its way onto my face. I went to reach for the letter, but she pulled it out of my reach.
“I need you to know something before you read this.” She said and I nodded, unable to peel my eyes away from the letter.
“Your Father, James Potter, he died a year after you were born… I didn’t know how to tell you, so I didn’t… I’m so sorry…” She said and I snapped my head to look at her.
“My Dad is… dead?” I asked, feeling tears prick my eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N, but this letter will explain everything.” She said and finally handed me the letter. I hopped off her lap and sat on the floor. I took a deep breath and opened the letter.
To my beautiful daughter,
Y/N I know you’re probably angry with me, since I’m sure your Mother told you of our deal, but know it had nothing to do with you. Your Mother and I were being forced to marry each other and neither of us enjoyed that. Your Mother is actually the one who came up with the deal, but back then I never knew how hard it would be to leave my child… I alway knew it was coming since my heart belonged to Lily, but I never thought about how it would affect you. The day I left your Mother she told me that I couldn’t see you and it broke my heart. I thought about you everyday and when your Mother sent me a picture of you, my heart broke even more. You are so beautiful and perfect and I never get to know who you’ll become. I thought having a child with Lily would help me cope with the fact I’d never see you, but nothing could ever help that feeling. As much as I love Lily and our son, Harry, you are still my daughter and I hope one day we’ll get to meet. I love you so much, and please don’t hate your Mother or me for this. We were simply doing what we had to. Just know that I love you and I always will.
Your Father, James.
I felt tears rolling down my face and I looked up at my Mother who also had a single tear fall from her eye. I dropped the letter and ran into her arms. She held me tightly and rubbed my back as I cried.
“Who’s Lily and why did he leave us for her?” I asked once I was calm enough.
“Lily was a girl we went to school with, James was obsessed with her and his family didn’t like that. She wasn’t a Pure-blood which is why we were married by our parents.” She answered and I scrunched up my nose.
“He left us for a mudblood!” I said, annoyed.
“Y/N! We do not use that word.” My Mother scolded.
“Sorry…” I said, hanging my head. Draco had always told me that’s what we call people that weren’t pure.
“Sometimes I hate you being around those Malfoys…” My Mother sighed.
“But Draco’s my best friend!” I said and she smiled slightly.
“I know my little fawn, I know.” She said.
“Dad had another kid…” I said and my Mother sighed again.
“I know, Harry.” She said and my head shot up.
“You knew!?” I asked with wide eyes.
“Yes, I read the letter when it came and James had sent me a picture of his son. He wanted you to know you have a brother, but I can’t just take you to meet him.” She answered.
“I don’t want to meet him! He might as well be the reason he left! Him and that Lily girl! Dad could have been happier with us and he would have been alive!” I shouted, shocking my Mother. I ran off to my room and cried my eyes out. This is the worst birthday ever!
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Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter x Fem!Reader
Word count: 3709
Warnings: SMUT!
Y/N: Your Name
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Draco, Harry, and I have been in a secret relationship for two years now. I could tell right away they secretly liked each other and it worked out when they both tried to ask me out at the same time. So our relationship began and no one had any idea. But lately they haven’t been paying much attention to me and it was making me annoyed. I knew there was only one thing I could do, but I also knew it would surely result in a punishment, but I was a sucker for those.
Just before dinner I was in my room and took my panties off. I lubed up a plug I got as a gift from my boyfriends and slipped it into my tight little asshole. I put on one of my shorter skirts and unbuttoned the two top buttons on my shirt without putting my bra back on. I smirked at myself in the mirror and made my way to the Great Hall. I walked in and a few eyes were following me as I took my seat at the Ravenclaw table. I looked at the Slytherin table and Draco was staring at me with dark and hungry eyes. I smirked at him and turned to see what Harry looked like. His eyes were open wide and his mouth hung open slightly. I was just getting started. All through dinner the boy’s eyes never left me and I made sure to put on a show. I leaned over the table just a bit more and I was sure Harry was getting a nice view of my arse and Draco was getting the perfect view of my tits. I made sure to move a lot more than I would so they would see my tits bounce and I wiggled my arse just a bit.
“Room of Requirement, ten minutes.” Harry whispered in my ear as he passed. I felt my pussy twitch a bit and smirked. I saw Draco give him a very slight nod and they each left. I finished my food and quickly excused myself from my friends. I made my way to the Room of Requirement as fast as I could without looking suspicious. When I walked into the room it had turned into the playroom each of us used just for occasions like this. I didn’t have any time to take in the surroundings or even speak because Draco had grabbed me and pulled me over to Harry, who was sitting on the bed. Draco pushed me onto his lap and Harry flipped my skirt up, revealing my lack of panties and the plug sticking out of my arse. I felt their gaze linger for a moment before Harry’s hand made contact with my arse.
Smack!
Thwack! Harry’s hand slammed against my arse over and over, but I hardly made a sound.
“Let me know when you start hitting me.” I giggled, kicking my feet back and forth playfully as he spanked me.
“Let me help you, it seems like you’re having trouble doing it right.” I said and arching my back, pushing my ass even higher. Draco grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back, forcing my ass back down.
“You’ve had this enormous plus in your arse all night, you little slut?” He asking in my ear.
“Yes, I needed something to satisfy me. Couldn’t count on you two. Didn’t you see me wiggling against the bench during dinner?” I asked with a smirk.
“You’re being a brat! You’ll need to be punished harder.” He said.
“Promise?” I asked while batting my eyelashes. Draco pulled me off Harry’s lap so I was now standing in front of the both of them as he sat next to Harry. I started rubbing my tits through my shirt, staring right at the both of them.
“Take off your dress.” Harry said.
“And your bra.” Draco adds. I did as I was told and one I was standing naked in front of their hungry eyes I smirked while they stared.
“Oops, did I forget to wear underwear?” I asked.
“You’re such a slut.” Draco growled.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s a very nice word.” I pouted and lent down to rub their cocks through their trousers.
“No?” Harry asked.
“Nope, it’s missing something.” I smirked.
“What?” Harry asked and I could tell they were both trying to guess, but they were also being distracted by their throbbing cocks.
“Use your imagination.” I said and bit my lip, making both of them groan.
“Dirty slut?” Harry asked and I shook my head.
“No.” I answered.
“Nasty slut?” Draco guessed.
“Nope!” I giggled. I knew they couldn’t think properly when I played with their cocks.
“Stop that!” Harry said and pushed my hand away.
“We can’t fucking think properly!” Draco growled, also pushing my hand away.
“Oh, are you two having trouble concentrating?” I asked, innocently. I turned around, bending over. My arse was still nice and red from Harry’s little ‘punishment’. I started moving the plug in small circles in my arse, in and out as well.
“Is that better?” I asked. Once in a while I would lower myself down so my pussy brushed against one of their cocks, but would switch between them.
“Fuck!” Harry groaned.
“Fucktoy! Cunt! Cocksleeve!” Draco growled.
“No dummy.” I giggled.
“I said it was missing something. You boys had part of it, but then I guess something distracted those big brains for yours and now you’re getting colder.” I said, pushing the plug in and out, around and around, still dipping down to taste their clothed cocks with my pussy.
“Uh…” Harry said and I let the two of them think while enjoying the little show.
“Okay, fine, I’ll give you boys a hint.” I smirked over my shoulder at them.
“The first part is what I want all over my face.” I said.
“Cum!” Harry nearly shouted.
“Cumslut!” Draco said.
“Yes! Took you two long enough. You’re kind of slow, I nearly came all by myself fucking my tight littel asshole while you both sat their like idiots.” I said.
“What did you call us!?” Draco growled.
“Idiots… You’re both idiots that don’t know a cumslut when they see one.” I said. Draco stood up and grabbed me by the throat, his other hand taking the end of the plug from me.
“Is that right?” He asked.
“Yeah. I called you both idiots, what are you gonna do about it?” I asked.
“Oh… I have a few things in mind.” He said and pushed the plug all the way into my ass. I moaned and bit my lip.
“You, our little cumslut, have been non-stop bratty all night and I can’t speak for Harry, but I’ve had enough.” He said, his eyes darkening.
“I agree.” Harry said, standing next to Draco. Draco pulled my hair to my ear right next to his mouth. Harry roughly grabbed my cunt and squeezed hard, making me gasp.
“We’re going to punish you and make you serve our cocks.” Harry said.
“You’re going to be an obedient little cumslut and maybe, just maybe, we’ll let you cum too.” Draco said and I bit my lip. I shuddered against them and tried my best to hold back my moans.
“Get down on your knees in front of us.” Draco said, releasing my throat as the two of them sat back down. I did as I was told.
Thwack!
Whack! Each of them slap my tits over and over again. They loved smacking my tits and I loved it too. I moaned again and they smirked.
Once my tits are bright pink I knew this part of my punishment was complete. My chest is heaving as I pant.
“Take off our trousers.” Harry commanded. Immediately I undid his belt and zipper. Harry stood so I could pull his trousers completely, then I did the same with Draco. Both their cocks were rock hard and begged for attention. I started at each one lustfully, my mouth watering at the thought of pleasing them.
“Give me your cocks, I want to suck them! I want you to fuck my face with them!” I begged. Draco smacked my face and I whimpered slightly.
“Ask like a good girl and you may just get what you want.” He said.
“Please Daddy, please Sir, please let me suck your cocks!” I begged and they smirked.
“Good girl.” Harry said.
“Go on then, suck our fucking cocks like the little cumslut you are.” Draco said. I bent down and took Harry in my mouth first, bocking up and down quickly. Harry let me suck is cock furiously before I was pulled off by a fistful of my hair. My lips were wet and there was a bit of spit starting to run down my chin.
“Do you like sucking his cock?” Draco asked.
“Mmmm, yes! I love Daddy’s yummy cock!” I answered.
“Such a good girl.” Harry said.
“What about Sir’s?” Draco asked, but before I could answer he pushed my head down onto his cock, holding my head still as he thrusted into my mouth. I made slurping sounds that I know both boys loved as Draco fucked my face. Eventually he pulled me off to catch my breath and I looked up at him disappointed.
“I thought you said you were going to punish me.” I pouted.
“Fucking brat.” He growled and pushed my head back down onto his cock. He thrusted even harder and deeper than before. He lifted off the bed, giving me every last bit of his cock. I started gagging, but he held me down a bit longer.
“Ah!” I gasped when he finally let me off his cock.
“I love your cock down my throat, Sir!” I said. Draco rubbed his soaked dick over my lips and cheeks. He was spreading my spit across my face.
“Is this what you wanted slut?” Harry asked.
“Is this what all the bullshit was for, so we would fuck your fac with our cocks?” Draco asked.
“Mmmm, yes! I wanted to drive you both crazy so you’d punish and fuck me like the bratty little cumslut I am!” I said with a smile.
“Well it worked.” Draco said, standing up and pulling me with him by my hair.
“Now bend over!” He said. I turned around and bent over the bed, my hand supporting me, my arse in the air, plug still deep in my arse. Draco gave my cheeks a few smacks and I yelped in surprise, but not in pain. Without warning, Draco plunged his cock into my soaking cunt and started fucking me hard. He was thrusting so hard that I had to brace myself from being pushed all the way down on the bed.
“Fuck yes! Fuck me with that amazing cock! Fuck me!” I yelled.
“Shut up!” Draco growled and pushed me down until my open mouth was met with Harry’s cock. He continued to punch into my wet cunt, gripping me by the hips and pulling me back on his dick with every thrust. He was going as deep and as hard as he could, while simultaneously gagging me on Harry’s cock.
“You like that, you little whore?” He said as he pulled on my hair, but didn’t pull me off Harry’s dick. I moaned around Harry and he tangled his finger in my hair while groaning. I felt my pussy contract and flood Draco’s cock with my cum. I shuddered beneath them and moaned loudly. Draco came to a stop.
“You just can’t help yourself can you, you little brat? I told you we would decide if you get to cum!” He growled and pulled out of me, making me whimper.
“But-”
“No.” Draco cut me off.
“You disobeyed us again. Get up here!” He said.
“But, but, it was just so good! Your cock was pounding into me so hard! I couldn’t help myself!” I said.
“You haven’t been able to help yourself all night.” Harry said and I pouted.
“You’re gonna learn a lesson in fucking control!” Draco said. He gripped my hair and flipped me over so I was laying on my back. He roughly pushed my legs up and back until my knees were up near my tits. Harry held them in place as they both looked at my now exposed wet cun and plugged asshole.
“You are to stay absolutely still and silent, you little slutty brat! Not a twitch or a pepp!” Draco ordered.
“But what are you going to do to me?” I asked and he smacked my cunt, hard. I grunted, but mostly in pleasure.
“Not a word!” He growled again.
“Word!” I said, smirking.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Princess.” Harry warned, but Draco was having none of it.
Thwack! He smacked my cunt again.
“Ooooh, that tickles!” I giggled. Draco smacked my pussy a few more times and each time I lifted my body a bit more, welcoming the smacks.
“No!” Thwack! “More” Thwack! “Talking!” Draco growled in between smacks. I still had a small smirk on my face, but mostly just a lustful look. I stayed silent.
“Good. Now, no sound and no movement.” He said again. Draco shoved two fingers into my soaking pussy, moving them slowly back and forth. He looked back up at me and my smirk had fully disappeared. I was now desperately horny. My eyes were closed and I was biting my lip to hold in my sounds. He withdrew and added another finger. He just left them there as I enjoyed the sensation. I didn’t make a sound or even attempted to move. He pulled out once again and added a fourth finger, stretching my hole. I didn’t make a sound, but bit down harder on my lip as my breathing got heavier. I started shaking and my hands gripped the bed sheets. Draco again left his hand for a while before withdrawing again. After a moment he pushed all five fingers into me. Slowly he slid into me, centimeter by centimeter. I tried my best to stifle a sigh of pleasure as the heel of his hand eased into me. Now his whole hand was in my cunt! Against my better judgment, I made my way down to my arse and started jiggling the plug in my ass. I was quivering in pleasure.
“Judging by the size of that plug, you like being filled up, don’t you little slut?” Draco asked.
“You like having Sir’s whole hand up your little cunt?” Harry asked. I nodded, somehow remembering to stay silent. Very slowly, Draco relaxed his fingers, letting them expand a little inside my pussy.
“You like me stretching your fucking pussy? Gonna be nice and easy for us to fill you up with our cum.” He said. It was too much for me. I grabbed his forearm and started to move it gently deeper and then shallower in my pussy and I jiggled the plug.
“Would you like that Princess? You want us to fuck some babies into that open little cunt of yours?” Harry asked.
“Oh Merlin!” Yes!” I moaned.
“Oh fuck that feels so good!” I said as I threw my head back slightly. I moved my hand from the plug to my clit and started to rub the swollen nub furiously.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Yes! Fucking fill me! Unnf, I’m cumming again! Oh Merlin!” I jerked, moaned, and screamed as I came once again. I felt myself gush onto Draco’s hand.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck! Oh my fucking holes are so full holy shit! Ahhhh!” I screamed. Draco waited till I was still again and withdrew his hand, now soaked in my juices.
“No talking and no moving shouldn’t have been hard, but you just won’t listen! Playing with your plug and clit! Yelling and thrashing about like a little slut!” Draco said, surprisingly calm.
“That’s not fair!” I pouted, still breathing hard.
“You fist fucked me and I just loved feeling so full-”
“Fair!? Fair!? You teasing and taunting us all through dinner wasn’t fair either. I’m trying to teach you a lesson in obedience and you just won’t learn! You know what that means!” Draco shouted.
“More punishment,” I asked. I extended my leg, which Harry had let go, and rubbed his cock with my foot. Draco growled and pushed my foot away. He climbed up and straddled my stomach. With one hand he started pinching my nipples mercilessly, while he thrust three fingers into my mouth.
“Mmmmm” I moaned.
“Hold her arms.” He tells Harry, which he does. Harry was looking on worried that Draco might hurt me, but I knew I could take it. Draco withdrew his fingers, now covered in my spit that mixed with my cum. He smeared the mixture onto my tits, making them wet. He moved up until his cock was between my tits. He squeezed them together until they enveloped his cock. He started thrusting between them and I moaned.
“Keep her quiet, would you?” He asked Harry. He pushed his cock into my mouth and I was no longer able to make noise as his cock fucked my throat. Draco grabbed my tits by my nipples with one hand while the other began fucking my pussy with three fingers. I was now completly full while Draco fucked my tits.
“You like that, you little slut, hmmm? You like all your little holes filled?” Draco asked. I couldn’t answer, so I just moaned.
“I think it’s time to give our little cumslut some cum, don’t you?” Draco asked Harry.
“Oh fuck yeah, let’s fill her little cunt full of our babies.” Harry groaned.
“You can go first.” Draco said. Harry jumped at the opportunity and quickly moved to position himself at my entrance. Draco pulled his fingers from my pussy and pushed them into my mouth to keep me silent. Harry ripped the plug from my arse and pushed his way inside first. My eyes widened and Draco smirked down at me.
“What’s wrong? Daddy’s not fucking the hole you want?” He said with a fake pout. I groaned as Harry roughly fucked my asshole. He pushed his way deep inside me and I was screaming around Draco’s fingers.
“You would think that plug would have warmed her up.” Harry groaned and Draco chuckled darkly.
“Perhaps she’s not as big of a slut as we thought.” He said and I screamed loudly when Harry somehow went deeper into my arse.
“Dgadgddy!” I moaned around Draco’s fingers.
“Shhh, be a good girl and Daddy will fill you nice and full with his cum.” Harry said and started rubbing my clit.
“Ugh!” I moaned and Draco pinched my nipples harder.
“Daddy said be a good girl, so shut up and take it.” Draco growled. Harry fucked my arse for a few more moents before he groaned and pulled out. He quickly pushed his cock into my pussy and I felt him painting my walls white.
“There you go, good girl.” Harry praised and I moaned loudly. Draco quickly got off me and it was only a second after Harry pulled out that Draco pushed his way roughly inside me.
“Ahhhh!” I screamed and Harry came and cradled my head as Draco fucked me.
“Shhh, it’s alright Princess. Let Sir fill your pretty little cut with his babies and then you can cum again.” Harry soothed.
“Fuck I love you slutty littel cunt! It feels even better after it’s been properly painted.” Draco moaned and continued his fast and rough pace.
“Daddy! Sir!” I moaned and Harry gripped my hands.
“Looks like all we needed to do was fuck the brat right out of her.” Draco groaned.
“S-So good!” I moaned. Draco started playing with my very over-stimulated clit and I screamed as tears gathered in the corner of my eyes.
“Shhh, just a little longer Princess. You’re doing so well.” Harry said.
“Gonna look so sexy with a nice swollen stomach.” Draco moaned and thrusted deeper. My mind was finally all fuzzy and I felt like I was floating. I could hear Harry praising me and Draco moaning, but I couldn’t focus on anything properly.
“Fuck I’m cumming!” Draco moaned and stilled inside of me. I felt his cum fill me up and when it finally stopped he pulled out. Draco gathered his and Harry’s cum and pushed it back inside me with his fingers. I whimpered and struggled to pull away.
“Shhhh, gotta make sure it all stays in there. Gotta make sure you’re nice and full with our babies.” Draco whispered gently and continued fucking me with his fingers slowly.
“‘T’s too much!” I whimpered and Harry stopped Draco.
“She’s had enough.” He said and they both looked at me. Harry pulled me in for a hug while Draco was muttering some spells.
“Hey Y/N? Are you alright?” Harry whispered as I cuddled into him.
“Fine, Daddy.” I answered, sleepily.
“It’s Harry baby, Harry.” He said and I shook my head.
“Hey love, you’re all nice and clean now.” Draco said, joining us on the bed and also cuddling me. I shook my head and him and looked up at him with a smile.
“No Sir, I’m a dirty little slut.” I giggled.
“No love, you’re Y/N. You’re our precious girlfriend Y/N.” He said, gently rubbing my arms.
“Come back to us baby.” Harry whispered.
“I’m right here, Daddy.” I said, confused. Both Harry and Draco snuggled closer to me and started gently kissing my face all over.
“You did so good, baby.” Harry whispered.
“The best girlfriend in the world.” Draco said. I slowly felt myself coming back to my senses and blinked a few times, taking in my surroundings.
“H-Harry? Draco?” I whispered.
“Hey love, you did so good.” Draco said.
“Thank you.” I said.
“Why were you being such a tease tonight?” Harry asked.
“I just wanted you two to pay attention to me…” I answered and Draco sighed.
“All you needed to do was ask…” He said and kissed my head.
“But that was a lot more fun!” I giggled and they shook their heads.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: swearing, angst, teensy bit of fluff if u squint
“I suggest the two of you head straight to bed.” Snape drawled when the trio arrived back at Hogwarts. “Don’t get caught.”
“But sir-” Y/N called out in a hushed voice, but Snape had already whirled around and began to walk away.
Her mind was reeling trying to process what had just happened. She looked at Draco. “What the fuck was that?”
Draco couldn’t meet Y/N’s eyes. “I-I er…How did you lie?”
“Whatever Snape gave Voldemort, it wasn’t Veritaserum.”
This piqued Draco’s interest. “Then why would you tell him about running away?”
“He already knew, Draco! If I lied, He’d have known. That would be me dead, you dead and Snape dead. I wasn’t going to let that happen.”
Draco didn’t say anything. Y/N rubbed her stinging cheek. She was sure it would bruise tomorrow if she didn’t put some Dittany on it. And she should put some on her shoulders too.
“How did He know? About running away?” Y/N asked the question that had been eating her up since the revelation. “Did you tell someone?”
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: swearing, angst, teensy bit of fluff if u squint
“I suggest the two of you head straight to bed.” Snape drawled when the trio arrived back at Hogwarts. “Don’t get caught.”
“But sir-” Y/N called out in a hushed voice, but Snape had already whirled around and began to walk away.
Her mind was reeling trying to process what had just happened. She looked at Draco. “What the fuck was that?”
Draco couldn’t meet Y/N’s eyes. “I-I er…How did you lie?”
“Whatever Snape gave Voldemort, it wasn’t Veritaserum.”
This piqued Draco’s interest. “Then why would you tell him about running away?”
“He already knew, Draco! If I lied, He’d have known. That would be me dead, you dead and Snape dead. I wasn’t going to let that happen.”
Draco didn’t say anything. Y/N rubbed her stinging cheek. She was sure it would bruise tomorrow if she didn’t put some Dittany on it. And she should put some on her shoulders too.
“How did He know? About running away?” Y/N asked the question that had been eating her up since the revelation. “Did you tell someone?”
“I-I have a journal. It’s been missing for a few days now. I thought I left it in the Room of Requirement, but…”
Y/N took a deep breath to calm herself. She told herself it wasn’t Draco’s fault. “Okay, alright.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N-”
“No, it’s okay.” Y/N interrupted. “It’s done now. We made it out alive. But please, be more careful. I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m going to bed.”
“Y/N-” Draco called out.
“Midnight in the Room of Requirement. You’re telling me everything. No more secrets.” And with that, Y/N headed to bed, leaving Draco alone in the dark corridor.
-
All day, Draco had tried to get Y/N’s attention, to catch her eye. And all day, Y/N had ignored him. In class, she looked only at the professor and her notes. In the Great Hall, she practically sat at the opposite end of the table to Draco. In between classes, Draco would try to catch up with Y/N, but she was too nimble.
He knew he had to come clean tonight. About everything. His task, his parents, his feelings. He had planned to do it the night before, but everything that could possibly have gone wrong went wrong. He kicked himself for not telling her everything sooner.
If Y/N hadn’t come up with her quick lie, they’d both be dead. She had saved his life again. And not to mention there was the situation with Snape, lying to the Dark Lord and giving him a decoy Veritaserum. Whose side was Snape on?
Much like usual when you dread something, midnight came around quickly. So quickly, Draco realised he hadn’t even planned out what he was going to say. And at this rate, he wasn’t even sure if Y/N would turn up. Nevertheless, on his way to the Room, he went over in his head just how he would tell her everything.
“Over here.” Draco heard when he’d entered the Room.
Y/N was standing between a broken old desk and a pile of discarded chairs, some with legs missing, others missing their backs. She was wearing her uniform still.
“Hey,” Draco said, not sure what else to say. “I wasn’t sure if you would actually be here.”
“I’m here,” she said softly. “I need to know everything, Draco. I can’t have any more secrets between us.”
Draco nodded. “I know. I’ll tell you anything. Just ask.”
Y/N hopped up on top of the old desk. Draco stood opposite her in front of the stacked chairs. She seemed to be thinking about what to ask first, and Draco couldn’t blame her. There was a lot she didn’t know.
“What’s your task from Voldemort?” She asked after a few moments of silence.
“He wants me to…to kill someone.”
“Who, Draco? You can tell me anything, you can trust me.”
He couldn’t avoid it anymore, Y/N had to know the truth. She deserved it after all the had done for him.
“Dumbledore.”
Y/N was silent for a minute. The seconds dragged on as if for eternity. Draco could hear the sound of his heart pounding in his chest over the silence.
“So, that’s…” Y/N thought aloud. “That’s why the necklace…and the poison…”
Draco nodded, ashamed of his actions.
“Oh, Draco.” Y/N spoke in a whisper. “You really are in deep.”
“I don’t want your sympathy!” Draco burst out, temporarily losing control of his emotions.
Y/N, however, did not look fazed. “Don’t give me that, Draco, we’re past all that shit. I pulled you back from the edge of a tower and held you while you cried.”
Draco didn’t want to admit that Y/N was right, so he stayed quiet. He hadn’t meant to get angry, sometimes he just can’t control it.
“I’ve been thinking,” Y/N said. “About Snape.”
“What about him?” Draco asked.
“If you’d let me finish.” Y/N shot Draco a look. “I’m not sure what side he’s on, but if he were truly loyal to Voldemort, he wouldn’t have helped us. What if he’s a double agent?”
Draco looked confused. “Double agent for who?”
“The Order.” Y/N explained, which told Draco nothing. “Of the Phoenix. Dumbledore’s version of the Death-Eaters, except no one’s there against their will.”
“Where do I sign up?” Draco joked.
“I know you’re just joking, but I’m not. We can help Harry defeat Voldemort. They won’t send us to Azkaban because we helped them win. We’ll be free.”
Draco could hardly believe what he was hearing. “Who’s proposing crazy ideas now, huh?”
“I’ve already decided, Draco. I’m doing it. And I think you should too.”
“Why?”
Y/N scooted off the desk and stood up. “Because I care about you and want to-”
“But why?” Draco demanded, losing control again. “Why on Earth do you care about me? I’m a fucking terrible person! I’ve just told you that I’ve been ordered to assassinate the fucking headmaster and you still refuse to see how bad I am.”
“You aren’t bad!” Y/N shouted back. She hadn’t meant to raise her voice but she couldn’t help it. “You do what you have to do to survive, Draco. Just like me! If you’re bad then so am I.”
Y/N wasn’t sure why her voice had cracked, but when tears blurred her vision, she realised. Quickly, she turned away from Draco. She couldn’t let him see her cry.
“Hey,” Draco whispered. “You’re not bad, okay? Don’t ever think that. I’m sorry that I yelled at you, I shouldn’t have done that. Come here.”
He took Y/N is his arms, holding her close to his chest. He could feel her warmth and the shaking of her shoulders as she cried. He tucked her head under his chin, stroking her hair gently.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: mentions of su*cide, angst
“Just so you know, I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Y/N and Draco were in the Room of Requirement working on the Cabinet. Draco, who seemed to know what he was doing, set to work mending it. Y/N, on the other hand, had no clue where to even start.
“You’re here, that’s all that matters,” Draco said distractedly.
It was their first time working on the Cabinet together. Just the night before, Draco had been stood at the edge of the Astronomy Tower but tonight he seemed perfectly fine, though Y/N knew that wasn’t the case.
After talking Draco down, Y/N felt guilty for not visiting him in the hospital wing. He obviously needed someone to talk to, and Y/N was the only person he could truly talk to about his situation. She dreaded to think what would’ve happened if she hadn’t woken up.
“Why did you come to the Tower last night?” Draco asked. He was crouched down, concentrating on what he was doing while he asked, making a heavy question sound casual.
“I have nightmares, and while you were in the hospital, I would go there to calm down and think.” Y/N admitted. She had never told anyone about her nightmares.
“I get those too.”
“Is that why you went there?”
Draco looked up from what he was doing, standing up straight. He was serious all of a sudden.
“Can I tell you something?” Draco asked. “It’s crazy but I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“You can tell me anything.” Y/N reassured him.
During his stay in the hospital wing, Draco had thought of something and since then, he had barely been able to think about much else. He knew it was insane but at the same time, it made perfect sense to him.
“I’ve been thinking, after all…this…is over, we could get out of here,” Draco said.
“How do you mean?”
“Run away. Me and you.”
Y/N hadn’t expected this. Of course, she had thought of running away on her own during summer, but she knew she wouldn’t make it five miles without being caught and killed. With Draco, though, perhaps they stood a chance.
“You’re right, it is crazy.” Y/N remarked. “Draco, I don’t even know what this is.”
Draco didn’t even bother to hide his disappointment. “What are you talking about?”
“This.” Y/N insisted, gesturing around them. “I don’t know what we’re doing right now, I don’t know what your task from You-Know-Who is, I don’t know what’s going on between us-”
“Us?” Draco cut in sharply. “What about us?”
“I mean, you kissed me in Hogsmeade for a start.”
“I was drunk.” He snapped.
Draco’s disappointment became anger. He wasn’t sure why he was getting so angry. He had expected Y/N to want to run away with him, and the fact that she didn’t upset him. He thought she would want to, but she didn’t.
“So there’s nothing?” Y/N demanded.
Draco didn’t respond. If he did, he knew he’d say something he’d regret. Maybe even ruin their friendship. Truthfully, he didn’t know how he felt about Y/N. He’d never been so confused about his feelings for anyone in his life.
He crouched back down and resumed what he was doing in the hopes that Y/N would just let it go.
“Okay,” Y/N whispered under her breath, seemingly to herself. And she let it go.
-
Y/N didn’t say much to Draco for the rest of the night. She didn’t say anything to him for the rest of the week. Draco felt as though he had ruined his chance to actually talk to Y/N about his feelings. He’d had the perfect opportunity, and he felt he had wasted it.
Tonight, Draco needed Y/N’s help working on the Cabinet. He had worked on it alone for a few nights but he missed her company. He somehow had to ask her to meet him discreetly.
It was a study period, and Y/N was in the library, studying on a table by herself. Draco wrote a note, folded it in half, and slipped it onto her desk as he walked past her.
Y/N looked up to see Draco walking away. She opened the note.
-
Screwing up the note, she picked up a textbook and headed to the restricted section to ‘return’ it to the shelves. She went to an empty aisle, away from prying eyes, where she had seen Draco go.
“I need your help with the Cabinet tonight.” Draco came up behind her as she was putting the book back.
“Not even like a 'hey’?” Y/N asked in a whisper.
Draco made a face. “What’s got you in a tizzy?"
Y/N just rolled her eyes. "Same time, same place?”
Y/N was being short with Draco, he could tell. She was annoyed at him, or maybe at something else, but she was definitely taking it out on him.
“You don’t sound very happy about it.”
“I’m thrilled, Draco,” Y/N’s voice was venomous. “Thrilled to be helping you do something when you won’t even tell me why we’re doing it."
Draco felt some relief. He had thought perhaps she was angry at him for not telling her how he feels. "I’ll tell you everything. Tonight, okay? Please meet me."
Y/N knew she wouldn’t deny him, and he had said he would tell her tonight. "Fine.” Y/N said, and she turned and walked away.
Draco watched as she sat back down at her desk and carried on studying as if nothing had happened.
-
“Where is it?” Draco mumbled to himself as he tore his bed apart.
He was getting quite agitated. It had been a few days now and he still hadn’t found his journal. It was very important to him. He couldn’t bear the thought of someone reading it and finding out about his feelings for Y/N.
It wasn’t there. Perhaps he had left it in the Room of Requirement? After all, that is where he goes to write in it. Where no one would ever catch him. He would look for it there tonight.
-
Draco hadn’t slept, because he had to get up at midnight to meet Y/N outside the Room of Requirement. When the clock showed five minutes to midnight, he climbed out of bed, got dressed into a black suit and slid out of the dormitory.
Walking down the dark corridor, Draco saw a figure waiting in a corner. At first, he thought it was Y/N. But then, the figure spoke.
“Malfoy,” came Snape’s drawl. “We’ve all been summoned. Head to the Manor. I’ll pass the message onto Y/L/N."
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.
summary;after spending the night of the yule ball with renowned slytherin, draco malfoy, you catch his eye at breakfast. the boy seems to be hell-bent on seeing into your thoughts, and so you let him — but now you think he might’ve seen too much.
word count; 1kgive or take a few words maybe like exactly 23 idk i don’t have specifics
content;use of legilimency and occlumency, sexual themes, choking if you use a magnifying glass, i really came for draco’s childhood trauma + mental issues… my apologies, mentions of love (gross but also will they,won’t they?).
a/n; this is a rewrite of “last night”, something shitty i made ages ago !! anyway absolutely brilliant title god my mind is so powerful ugh </3 food ??? breakfast. for ??? thought??? occlumency, legilimency !!! i’m so sorry, i rewrote pretty much every word(including this authors note, is it that obvious?) at 5:30 am, it’s not amazing, but i’m sleep deprived and on my period so safe to say i did tear up for absolutely no reason.
you and draco both said that you’d never speak of what ensued in his dormitory the night of the yule ball. and you obliged. and you both swore it would never happen again. and you nodded your head. it was a mutual, meaningful agreement, and post-orgasm, it had seemed like a brilliant idea. no consequences, no ties between you two, being from different houses.
but it was extremely difficult to stick to your word when your legs still ached from the night before.
and his breathy groans, hot air fanning over your ear as he railed into you senselessly, wouldn’t push out of your mind.
and the bruises trailing down from your neck to your waistline were constant reminders of his tongue tracing over them, blowing on them, teasing you to all hell.
every time you blinked, the images flashed beneath your eyelids.
every time you inhaled, you missed his hand squeezing over your throat, restricting air.
and merlin, any slight brush against your own skin made you jump, thinking of his body on yours, skin on skin, sweat, clammy hands, your arched back, the veins in his hands, his jaw, his collarbones.
in the great hall, you made your way to your table for breakfast alone, and gnawed at your bottom lip while playing around with the food on your plate, famished, yet still so full of racing thoughts and fresh memories. his hands on your thighs, the way he sighed your name, your nails digging into his back, leaving little crescent moons over it, and his shoulders, and his hips, too. again and again and again.
looking up from your plate to scan the empty room, your eyes met draco’s ones, his irises a stormy grey, pupils dilated, and you inhaled sharply, looking away. you’d gotten up early, as if it would stop suspicion rising if you seemed like you hadn’t had a long night. it seemed as if he’d done that too, sat alone just the same.
merlin, you could feel the burn of his gaze, it made your body freeze and your cheeks heat up. he was looking right at you, right into you. you could feel it, the thumping at your temple that wouldn’t cease, the throbbing behind your eyelids. he was attempting to penetrate into your thoughts.
as if he hadn’t penetrated enough of you within the twenty-four hours, for fucks sake.
in need of a distraction, you turned your attention to the fork still lazily dancing across your plate, the cold handle twirling beneath your fingertips. it didn’t feel fair, what he’d done to you. turning you into a mess, mind hazy. giving you a taste, then taking it away immediately, albeit that being exactly what you’d agreed on. and although he really had given you absolutely everything the night before (or rather, this morning), it still felt like a neverending tease, with all that need careening through your veins.
swallowing harshly, you straightened up in your seat, pulling at the hem of your skirt, playing with a loose, dark thread. christ, he was still trying. the headache never seemed to stop, so persistent, so demanding, a feeling you knew well through conversations with dumbledore. but this headache clouded your mind, unforgiving, begging to be let through. it wasn’t asking for permission.
looking up once again, keeping your body still and your breath steady, you stared right back. taught ruthlessly by your grandmother, you’d always kept your mind shut from peering intruders. yet he was so fearlessly determined that you could feel it through his magic, snaking its way right through you, searching for any slight weaknesses in your armour. a strand of white hair fell over his forehead as he tilted his head slightly, jaw clenching. he wasn’t giving up.
draco malfoy always had something to prove. he was always so sure of his own success, so much to the point of insecurity, of doubt. it was a troubling mix of brashness, arrogance, and cowardice sprouting from the child rooted deep inside him, desperate for assurance and acceptance.
but it wasn’t your pity that led you to allow him to break through.
it was your need for him to know something you weren’t so sure you could admit verbally. you were thinking of him. that was all.
so, you stared straight into the silver of his eyes and let him right in.
his hands digging into your hips. the sheen of sweat over his entire body, glistening. the faint bruises he left on your wrists. you begging him to go harder.
him obliging.
his eyes were clouded over, as if in a trance, flitting through your memories.
but using legilimency was as much a curse as it was a blessing. because he could feel everything you felt too. the lust, the want, the pain filtering through the pleasure. and he could feel every little thing you’d noticed about him; the mole above his left knee, and the other on his waist, and the few freckles beneath his eyes, and the scar he had just above his eyebrow that you’d never really noticed until you’d tipsily placed wet kisses over his hairline.
for what felt like hours, you let him in, until he decided he’d had enough.
he was blinking quickly, brows furrowed, pale cheeks now flushed pink. he clumsily stood up from the slytherin table, pushing aside his plate of food, and stormed, flustered, out of the room, much like the boy who’d kissed you the night before. all tongue and teeth, all desperation, all emotion. but it was just for the one night. that was all.
and you felt foolish.
because you realised, he’d felt everything.
that in those moments, you thought you might’ve even loved him.
the boy, all tongue, and teeth, and hands, all pale skin, all desperation. it was certainly something entirely worthy of love.
