bro Taylor Lautner and Tom Felton are literally the same. They only had like one big part that was apart of a huge franchise and never did anything super big with their career afterwards and now are super popular years later bc of repopularization of the franchise they had a part in recently (twilight renaissance/ “where the hell’ve u been loca” and dracotok)
a/n: heres a short little draco fic to daddy issuezs by the neighborhood. it is small. enjoy!
tw: panic attack, mentions of murder
you and draco had been friends since your first year at hogwarts. you had been sorted into slytherin, when you had hoped for ravenclaw, and he was quite possibly the slytherin-iest slytherin there ever was. he took you under his wing the moment he saw you, you looked so out of place, and he was determined to fix that.
now, nearly 6 years later, you two had become closer than ever. you were his rock, and he yours. yiu had helped him deal with his paternal troubles, and, in return, he offered protection from the ministry. this proved extremely useful in recent years since your dad, who you hadn’t been associated with since you were 12, was a killer. he was in and out of azkaban constantly, and felt the need to send you letters with plans to “visit” you. you threw them away as soon as the owl arrived anymore. you hated him. all he did was cause you trouble. he’d killed your mom, leaving you alone. since then, draco had taken you into the malfoy manor. as kind as this was, you hated being there. everything was so sharp and dreary, and his parents were nothing short of intimidating. they had always treated you kindly, but they still scared you nontheless. draco wasn’t fond of them either, but a place to stay is a place to stay.
today, you felt like every set of eyes was on you. the whispers in the hallway, followed by fearful eyes pointed directly at you. you kept your head down until you found out why you were the subject of everyone’s conversations. then it hit you. the newspaper. everyone had it, but you had chosen do discard any copy of the daily prophet that ended up in your possession. you were almost entirely sure it was your dad again. it always was.
“everyone shut it!” draco shouted to those whipering in the halls. “go back to your dorms or shut up! you have no business in this matter.”
“thanks draco,” you whispered, holding your books to your chest. “it’s probably my dad again, i don’t want to know, honestly.” you fidgeted with a piece of leather that was peeling off of the cover of one of your books. “probably out of azkaban again. ridiculous. i hate him.”
“i know, y/n, just don’t worry about it.” she was right, he had escaped once again. draco had seen the paper this morning, but this time, he had threatened the ministry. he was determined to kill again, but he never said who.
“let’s just get to class, i need a distraction. what do we have next, anyway?” you asked, hoping it was something you at least enjoyed.
“erm… herbology i think,” he replied. thank goodness it was tolerable, you felt like throwing something, so plant-based work was a nice, peaceful option.
you picked up your walking pace to make it to the greenhouse on time, but you weren’t able to avoid the eyes that followed you with every turn.
by the end of the day, a newspaper had ended up in your hands. your curiosity got the better of you, and you read it. the moment you locked eyes with the picture of your father, your lungs gave out. you were standing in the slytherin common room, but that changed quite quickly. you speedwalked to the nearest couch and practically fell into it. the paper fell from your hands and you noticed just how much your hands had been shaking.
“y/n? are you alright?” draco asked, his voice laced with worry. then, he saw the paper laying at your feet. your eyes were fixed on the wall, and your breath quickened. “y/n, love. it’s alright,” he said calmly, taking a seat beside you. this wasn’t the first time he had to walk you through a panic attack. his hands found yours and he squeezed them lightly. your eyes finally moved, and tears fell down your cheeks. you attempted to slow down your breathing, but with every breath came a sob. he pulled you toward him and laid your head on his chest. he pet your hair, knowing that it calms you down.
“go ahead and cry, little girl. nobody does it like you do. i know how much it matters to you,” he said, reassuring you. he was out of ideas, so, he tried to get you to laugh. “i know that you’ve got daddy issues, and i do too,” he chuckled a little, and, through tears, you did, too. “there’s my girl,” he said quietly. “it’s alright love, he’s not here. and if he was, i’d avada kedavra him quicker than you can say ‘butterbeer.’”
you laughed. “thanks draco, i don’t know what i’d do without you.” you wiped a tear from your cheek and looked up at the boy who might as well have saved your life.
“honestly? me neither,” he said, matter-of-factly. he leaned down and placed a small kiss on your forehead. “off to bed now, dearie,” he said in a more posh accent than usual. “you’ve class in the morning, got to be up early and all.”
“right,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “like you don’t stay up till ungodly hours of the morning.”
he tutted in response. “not about me!” and with that, he planted a kiss on your cheek and cooly walked up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory.
your hand flew up to your cheek, which you were sure, had it not been dark, would have been 4 shades darker than normal. what had gotten into him?
a/n: thank you for all the support on my last fic! this one was sort of a request from @fungusbabeyenjoy!!
t.w.: none!
draco malfoy was the unspoken king of the slytherin house. he presented himself as a leader, spiteful, hateful, and plain rude, but a leader nonetheless. he was, of course, the heir to the malfoy legacy, but his actions were no more fueled by pride than fear. he lived every minute of his life surrounded by his father. from “my father will be hearing about this!” to “i mustn’t disappoint my father” and then to “am i going to be my father?” draco was tired from trying to be both exactly like and the furthest from his father at all times. his thoughts were always occupied with his troubles, his trauma, and his name. malfoy. that’s all he’d ever been called, all he’d ever known, and all he’d ever come to be proud of. that is, until a certain y/h/c lady caught his attention.
she was merely sitting in his transfiguration class, doing her work, and excelling in it, as per usual, and he’d never seemed to notice her at all, at least up to this point. professor mcgonagall had decided that, despite the resulting groans and sighs, she was going to assign a partner project, even worse, she was choosing the partners. crabbe and goyle still somehow ended up with each other, blaise and millicent were paired, leaving pansy and theodore (who also became partners). draco, of course, he thought, was alone.
“mister malfoy and,” she paused for an eternity before continuing. “and miss y/l/n.” a small, sly smile appeared on the professors face, but only draco had seemed to notice.
“so uh, draco, i guess we’re partners?” y/n said, setting her books down on the desk beside the boy.
“guess so” he said, following a scoff, but he gazed at her when she looked away. he pretended not to care, he tried so hard to stay bitter, but her eyes drew him in so deep, it was impossible to look away.
when class ended, he made a point to leave just after her, shrugging off crabbe and goyle when they questioned his actions. he followed her until she reached her destination; a willow. no, not the whomping willow (thank goodness), but a simple weeping willow, sat just off the castle grounds. it had a nice, distant view of the quidditch pitch, and was surrounded by tiny wildflowers. draco had kept enough distance to remain unseen, but he watched her every move from him position. she sat below the tree and took a small leather-bound journal from her satchel, as well as a quill.
homework? really? he watched further, and she began to sketch her surroundings. he stared..and stared…and stared some more. the sun was beginning to set before he realized how long he had been standing, staring at y/n, when she was hardly doing anything at all. he grew hot, and started off toward the castle to think in his dorm.
the next day, and for a week after, he followed her to the same willow, watched her draw, and returned to the slytherin common room. draco’s actions didn’t go unnoticed by his peers. each time he left after transfiguration, stayed missing for hours, and returned without a single explanation for his strange disappearance.
“malfoy, where’ve you been, mate?” blaise had asked after his first count of being MIA. “you’ve been gone for hours.”
“none of your business,” he spat back.
“he’s right malfoy, you’ve been gone all day,” crabbe chimed in. “got a secret snog or somethin’ you’re not telling us about?”
“it’s absolutely none of your business you gits, shove off,” and with that, he was gone again, to his room to think.
———–
“draco. draco!” voice filled his ears, seemingly out of nowhere.
“what?” he snapped from his zone, meeting a pair of y/e/c eyes.
“are you going to help, or am i going to do the entire project?” she questioned.
“yeah sorry, sorry, what are we doing?” he was completely out of it.
“i swear it’s like you’re not even on the planet this week,” she mumbled. to be entirely honest, he wasn’t. he was too focused on her hands to worry about some stupid project. he had watched her so often that he began to notice little things, like how, when she was meant to be taking notes, she would be sketching a tree or a toad instead. and when she was really focused, the tip of her tongue would leave the corner of her mouth. and every time she wrote an ‘i’ the dot would be in the shape of a spark or a teardrop, or anything that wasn’t an actual dot.
to tell the truth, draco wanted nothing more than to be held by her. he felt completely at ease in her presence, and he never felt more calm than when he was watching her. he wanted to tell her how he felt. it was like she had snuck him a love potion or something, he was completely and utterly entranced by her. but his mind told him that he couldn’t, after all, she’s a lady, and he was just a boy.
“malfoy, honestly, do i need to result to violence?” she hit him lightly on the arm to get his attention. he jerked up to meet her gaze and practically vomited his next words.
“oh, baby i am a wreck when i’m without you.” he grabbed her hand.
“what?” she looked at him, confused by his sudden change of tone.
“i need you here to stay.” he waited for a response, but the lady in question was entirely taken aback. “was it something i said?” he released her hand, mow worried that he had ruined his chances with her.
“no it’s just, it took you long enough,” she giggled, he looked mortified.
“excuse me?”
“what, you don’t think i didn’t notice you following me every day? you’re not exactly slick, draco.” how is it that she could be so calm when he felt like his hands were going to fall off? she laughed again, and he suddenly felt a wave of courage rush over him. he swept up her hair into his hand and pulled her into a brash kiss. she froze, but eventually melted into him. he relaxed a little, and held her cheek in his previously free hand. he pulled away for a second to ask:
i’m tempted to start a new series based off of TikTok POV’s! obviously i’m on DracoTok and every now and then, i see a TikTok that makes me want to write a oneshot about it. so i’m going to give it a go!
obviously i will make sure to give credit and try to (if i can figure out how) link the TikTok’s that inspired me!
so keep an eye out, the first one will be coming soon :)
