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Playing Daddy

aaron hotchner x reader

Pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

Word count: 3.9k, another small one for you!

Summary: An case turns more than explicit when you and your hot boss have to work together as a sugar daddy situation.

Warnings: 18+, explicit content, extreme smut, degradation, D’s relationship, brat kink, mild violence, heavy flirting.

A/N: another super small fic for you guys! a little gap filler from the other bigger stories! But just as much action ;)

''We have a case.''

Those four words had all of you up to the briefing room in seconds and pulled you away from your desks immediately.

''Our day finally got I interesting!'' Derek smiled, jogging to the side of you. He was right. You hadn't had a case in two weeks and frankly it made you bored out of your brain, all of the team loved the thrill of a case even if they wouldn't say it aloud but we all knew that's why we did this job.

''I hate that we are at the point that 3 murders are interesting.'' Rossi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with a tinge of a smile across his lips. You took your usual seat between Rossi and Emily, giving you perfect view of your hot boss, before being handed the new case file.

Nothing better than a murder case on a Tuesday morning eh?

''Looks like my date tonight is cancelled.'' Rossi sighed as he scanned over the case file.

''Working on wife number four I see.'' Derek teased making the team laugh in unison, except for the ever so cold Hotch of course. Hot as fuck, but a total hard ass.

''Let's get started.'' Hotch stated, everyone of course shutting up at the unit chief's demand.

''NYPD has asked us to investigate a series of murder's that have been occurring through the affluent areas of Manhattan. There's 2 women dead & tortured in less than a week. Killing both within the space of two days.'' JJ spoke, flicking through the slide as she went.

''Any connections between the two women?'' Spencer quipped.

''None so far other than the women are both brunette, green eyes, early 20's and over average height for a woman of their age. Both considered to be extremely attractive.'' JJ returned, nodding towards the board with the pictures of the two women on screen. You paused for a moment. Noticing they looked a lot like you.

Derek nodded, ''So are we looking for a preferential sexual sadist? These girls have an eerie amount of similar qualities, in fact they look exactly alike.''

‘'You'd think so but there's no signs of sexual assault, it's just the physical torture and murder by strangulation.'' Hotch stated, standing up and gathering the case files as he did so.

''We have another 24 hours approximately before the next girl is murdered. That's if, he's sticking to his pattern and not devolving.'' You added before joining the team in collecting all your notes and files.

''Wheels up in thirty.''

****

You were sat in your usual seat on the jet, now sat next to Spencer who had his head in his book. You'd gone over the case and were waiting on Garcia for extra information on the two women.

''So Rossi who's the flavour of the month?'' You teased looking over to him, Derek removing his headphones to join the conversation.

''Think again (y/n), not a chance I'm giving you a name. I know you too well, your part online stalker part FBI agent.'' Rossi laughed, forcing you to roll your eyes and chuckle back. It was a small reminder of when Rossi had asked you to search one of his dates on Facebook and in minutes you'd found her address, her star sign, her pets name, her extended family and where she'd gone on holiday when she was a child. You both had grown close, and he tried to force you to go into competition with Garcia of who could do a background check the quickest.

''Your no fun.'' You pouted and lightly nudged him from the seat across with your foot.

''You could at least tell us something about her.'' Emily tried to push him to give us any kind of information but you knew not to bet on the fact that he would.

Before he could respond the ever bouncy Penelope popped up on the Jet's screen, pulling you all away from the activities that were keeping you busy.

''I have found something, and when I mean something I mean something!'' She beamed, extremely impressed with herself. Which of course she should be, she's an absolute whizz.

''So I delved into both the girls most recent contacts, calls and messaging history, website usage and their bank account trails. Now here's the thing, what 20 year old college student with no registered job have weekly payments put into her account which range from $5,000 dollars to $15,000? By correlating that with there web usage and recent contacts ive found they both work as sugar babies. Probably to get them through college and it seems there very high-maintenance life style.'' Garcia added, all of it making sense as she did. I mean those girls definitely didn't deserve to die, but this link was too good to say there lifestyle wasn't a reason. I applaud them for the lifestyle I must say.. get that bread get that head you smirked to yourself.

''Get that bread?'' Hotch raised a brow, your face flushed with embarrassment. You did not say that aloud.

Sometimes your a fucking idiot.

You cleared your throat before trying to scramble your words out, ''Nothing. Nothing. Anyway, so it's obvious who ever is killing these girls is targeting these girls based on their lifestyle. Whether it be the sugar daddy himself or another unsub.''

''Surely it has to be a crossover between their so called sugar daddy, we connect him from the girls details and there we have the killer?'' JJ raised a brow, almost to say this was too simple.

''I don't think it is. Sugar daddies are supposed to be discreet of course, but one wouldn't risk killing two of his girls. It would be way too obvious, we'd find him through the money trail or talking to the girls acquaintances, these girls make sure to tell people close to them where they are going for there own safety. Most have regular customers who they have close relationships with. We won't find the killer by looking to see if the girls share the same 'daddy', even if they do it won't be him. The men tend to have one sugar baby not multiple and they wouldn't kill someone so obvious that could be linked to them. These men are rich billionaires, there not stupid.'' You stated, everyone staring at you as you did.

''How do you know this?'' Spencer grinned playfully making you roll your eyes.

‘'I'm a girl who partied her way through college and had tons of girlfriends who did stuff like this. I know a few things.'' You shrugged, before the whole of the team came into a discussion on the profile of the unsub.

***

It had been two days since you landed in NYC and you had delivered a profile, another body had turned up but you know knew the unsubs hunting ground. You were stood in your temporary NYPD office debating your next moves.

''His hunting ground is 1 Oak in lower Manhattan, it's a extremely exclusive club one which he has enough power and money to get into. He will be hunting tonight and we will be there. We will be sending agents in undercover.'' Hotch stated

''Who's going in?'' The detective asked, at this point you were zoned out of the conversation and your eyes wandering over hotch. His tall figure stood with absolute authority, and it made you a little weak at the knees at the sight of him.

''Who'd you think?'' Rossi grinned, you got pulled from your thoughts when you noticed the whole team looking at you. Oh no.

''Me?'' You raised a brow crossing your arms, nobody had even discussed this with you. Not that you minded, being undercover in the field was quite exhilarating.

''You do look exactly like the victims (y/n) it's actually abit freaky.'' Emily added, flicking between you and the picture of the 3 girls.

''We need somebody who's going to appeal to him, he has a type clearly for leggy, hot brunettes. I don't think you are oblivious to the fact of how people look at you (y/n)''. Hotch spoke, his words nearly making your eyeballs burst from your sockets. You weren't the only one the whole team was now staring at hotch, mouth's opened and eyes wide.

''Excuse me?'' You spluttered, internally freaking out that your hot boss had just said that to you.

''Is that so surprising? I don't think there's a member of this team that doesn't have eyes for you.'' Hotch admitted, before looking back to his notes. It was silent for a moment, the team sharing shocked glances towards one another and you just stood with your cheeks burning. At this point the detective had left and it was just you and the team.

''I don't know what to say.. other than the fact your all a little eye candy for me.'' You laughed it off awkwardly so we could swiftly move on, which the team seemed to happily do as they all laughed with you.

''So who's going in with me? He's purposely looking for a sugar baby and her daddy.'' You asked, looking towards anyone but Hotch for the answer.

''I will!'' Morgan bounced up making you laugh slightly at his willingness.

''Your too young Derek, the unsub wants to see the young woman and the older dominant male.'' Spencer added, making your stomach drop. It was either Hotch or Rossi, one who you had a major sexual tension for and the other someone you saw as your bestfriend/father figure.

''I'll do it.'' Your unit chief announced, you wouldn't say you were that upset about it.. Although it was now slightly weird after his confession earlier.

Nobody argued against it, so looks like it was you and Hotch.

It had been hours since you left the NYPD, you were now in your hotel room getting ready for your undercover sugar daddy date. You were wearing a deep black silk dress with two small straps, with a low cut cowl neckline. The dress was slim fit on you and hugged your waist comfortably and stopped just under your knee but had a slight on the right side sitting dangerously high on your thigh. You had paired it with a strappy heel and your long brunette locks curled down to your waist.

Even you fancied yourself at this point.

The members of your team were also coming into the club, Emily with Derek and Spencer with JJ as extra eyes and ears. Rossi was in charge of the swat team that would be waiting outside the building.

You slid on your rings and jewellery before placing the currently switched off earpiece into your ear. A knock at your hotel room door stopped you from tidying up your makeup.

You opened the door to see Emily and Derek at the other side of the door.

''Hotch was right, I do fancy you.'' Emily laughed, eyes wide and raking over your dress.

''Fuck I love that dress.'' She added, practically squealing at you. Both of them looked amazing, Derek in a tight blue suit and Emily in a short red dress.

''Both of you look amazing! Now come on mamma's we have a killer to catch!'' Derek smiled as you locked the door behind you and started to make your way down to the reception where the rest of the team were waiting.

You had reached reception and immediately Hotch caught your eye.

Fuck.

He was stood talking to Rossi, both hands tucked into his slacks. He looked divine. He was dressed in black pants, a black blazer and a olive green shirt which was unbuttoned at the top. His clothes clung to his muscular, toned body and left nothing to the imagination of what was underneath. His hair was slick, but fluffy and light like he'd just showered. His Rolex was clasped around his wrists and you could see the veins in the top of his hand.. imagine him using them around your throat and down on your..

Stop that's your fucking boss woman!

But then, he caught you in the corner of his eye. He turned and his eyes raked over your body, taking every inch of you in. His mouth opened ever so slightly and he fidgeted with his feet.

''You look like the perfect victim for the unsub.'' Rossi laughed making your mouth open wide and you playfully slapped him on the arm.

‘'Let's go.'' Hotch cleared his throat, you could tell you'd affected him but now quite sure how.

***

You arrived at the club and the reality hit you that you were going to have to flirt with your boss, the one who you couldn't even look at without wishing for him to do all sorts of filth to you.

Hotch left you sat in one of the booths as he went to go get a drink for the both of you, you looked to your surrounding and noticed it was incredibly busy. The unsub was definitely here, just who?

''I got you the pink gin that you asked for, only a single because I don't fancy you pissed on the case.'' Hotch grinned cheekily, which took you back straight away. He wasn't usually like this at all.

''I'm no lightweight!'' You argued, hotch laughing as you did so.

''Everytime the the team go out your always drunk out of your mind (y/n).'' He grinned making you roll your eyes, he wasn't exactly wrong.

''Whatever! Anyway back to why we are here! How do we make sure to get the unsubs attention?'' You asked, as you did he moved closer to you. His arm went round the back of your head and leant against the booth, he was leant towards you with his glass of bourbon in his hand.

''With how you look tonight I'm sure we could just sit by and wait, I know you'll of already clocked his eye.'' He smirked, once again shocking you to the core. Hotch wasn't like this, well he never showed this side at all.

''If I wasn't wrong I'd say your flirting at me sir, and he needs to see us act like we are together but then he needs to witness money switching hands.'' You leaned closer, you were both doing this to keep on a act for the unsub right? Before you could say anything further Hotch had pulled your hair from your face, and knocked down your dress strap to your shoulder. He leaned his face into your neck and you nearly lost your sanity with his hot breath on your neck.

''This is the most enjoyment I've had undercover in my whole career.'' Hotch muttered against your neck, slightly biting and feathering kisses as he went.

You knew your earpieces were switched off, and the team was positioned at the other end of the club watching for anyone who stood out. They wouldn't see you unless they moved positions.

Your breath was shaky as you spoke, '' Hotch pay me, it needs to look like I'm with you purely for the money.''

As you practically moaned your words out, hotch pulled back slightly. His hand going into his wallet and pulling out stacks of hundreds that he had brought to the club. He took a swig of his drink as you placed the money into your bag before leaning closer into him.

''Now (y/n) we need to make a show, call me Aaron.'' He muttered, his face inches from yours. His hand grabbed your cheek and the other ghosted your bare thigh.

Kiss him

It's only for the case..

And you did.

At first the kiss was gentle, tentative like you both didn't know how to react. Then it deepened, you had never been kissed like this in your life. His kiss was tough but soft and full of desperation like he needed you. You moaned into his lips as his tongue meshed with yours, he tasted of bourbon and peppermint like he'd been chewing gum.

His hands grabbed at your thigh and pulled you in closer to him, you wanted him so badly to give you more.

''Let's go somewhere more private, it gives him the opportunity to follow us.'' Hotch pulled back, his breathing erratic and his eyes full of lust for you.

Why did this have to happen on a case and not in your bedroom.

''Bathroom?'' You raised a brow, he nodded and held your waist as you stood. He held you close and his hold on your waist was painfully tight. You pushed your way through everyone before finding the bathrooms.

Aaron practically pushed you in, locking the door behind him. Before you could open your mouth to speak he had lifted you onto the bathroom sink and stood between your legs. No words were shared and he crashed his lips to yours, his hand in your hair and another high on your thigh.

''I've seen the way you look at me.'' He stopped, muttering into your neck. His hot breath fanning across your earlobe causing a shiver down your spine.

''I see how desperate you want me to fuck you. You can barely concentrate on your job when I'm around.'' He smirked against your neck, causing you to blush with embarrassment.

''I want you so bad Aaron.'' You moaned out as his hand travelled up your stomach to your tits. With that he pulled down both your straps, meaning the dress loosened around your chest and fell to your stomach. Your tits exposed as you hadn't worn a bra.

He immediately took your hardened nipple into his mouth and his hand ghosted over your underwear.

''I've barely fucking touched you, what kind of whore gets this wet so quick? God your begging for me.'' He exhaled as he pulled your lace underwear aside, his two fingers circled against your clit. He took it slow and you couldn't help but whimper under his touch and against his lips as he violently kissed you. Your hands fumbled with his shirt buttons to expose more of his toned chest and you fondled his whole torso, god he's even more ripped that you thought.

His lips left yours, slowly trailing kisses from your neck to your tits. Then up your thighs to your throbbing pussy. It felt like heaven when his mouth came into contact with you clit. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and moaned his name as he buried his head between your thighs.

His tongue teasingly swiped up and down your dripping folds, then into a circular motion. This man knew how to use his tongue fuck. He carried on using his tongue before he inserted two of his big fingers into you. You nearly screamed at the stimulation of it all.

''Come on you slut, come on my fingers and face.'' You moaned at his words and completely let yourself go, you felt the warmth rush through your body and the trembling started as you tightened your grip on his hair. Screaming his name you released onto him.

He pulled his fingers out before shoving them into your mouth, tasting yourself on his fingers only set you off even more. He then lined himself up, looking at you for re assurance behind he pounded into you.

Your moans filled the bathroom and you soon had come accustomed to his size. You could see him looking at this cock going into you, then back to your tits then back to your face.

''God you look pretty.'' He hissed, thrusting deeper into you at a much faster pace. His hand now gripped your neck, lightly choking you. You moaned his name only making him squeeze harder.

''You feel so good.. sir'' You moaned, this time his eyes widened at you before a wicked smirk crossed his face. He loved that.

''Sir? Are you trying to make me fuck you senseless you little bitch?'' He grunted, a smile innocently crossing your lips before your lips fell back into a '0' as he pulled out of you. He flipped you round so you were looking at yourself in the mirror.

''Watch me fuck you.'' He growled, thrusting back into you. You loved watching him. His head had fallen to your shoulder, your dress was hiked up round your thighs but fallen down your chest. He was watching you tits bouncing in the mirror before grabbing your ass and snaking to your clit.

''Cum again whore, again for me.'' He muttered into your neck, his fingers circled your clit again in time with his sloppy thrusts.

And you did.

You both released together, moaning one another names as you did so. Your body felt heavy for your second orgasm and you couldn't even support yourself. He quickly grabbed tissue and cleaned his mess before clothing himself and pulling your dress back up.

''Wanted to finish in your mouth, but we've got to have your pretty face looking presentable as we go back out.'' He grinned, a smirk plastered on your face too.'

''Im sure I can sort that next time, I've been told I give pretty good head.'' You gave him a wicked smile, before fixing his hair softly.

'' I bet you do.'' He winked, before clicking his earpiece on, you did the same as you left the bathroom. That's when it happened.

You felt a hand on your arm, then something to the back of your head.

It was the unsub.

You couldn't see his face as he had a gun to your head and his arm now around your neck. Hotch looked at you trying to reassure you the best he could.

''What are you doing!'' Hotch yelled to the unsub, trying to play on with our whole undercover persona.

''I'm going to fucking kill her! She's just like the rest! She doesn't want you! She wants your money! A skank who can't make her own! She's like the women who stole my father off my mother!'' The unsub yelled, there's the trigger and reason for his rage. Before hotch could respond Rossi, the team and swat agents had infiltrated the room. He immediately dropped me and I scattered over behind Rossi and hotch.

What a night.

You were now in the cars heading back to the hotel, you were with Emily, Rossi and hotch. You were all relived another psycho was off the streets and decided to stay for another day or so to celebrate your win. But for tonight you were all going back to the hotel to bed.

''Hey, where did you two even disappear too?'' Emily chimed from the front seat with Rossi. This was the first time you'd looked hotch in the eye since you'd arrested the unsub and panic was strung across your face.

''We went to the bathroom, we thought if we took him to a more secluded area he'd strike.'' Hotch shrugged nonchalantly, making you internally sigh in relief. You went back to look out of the car window when you felt your phone buzz.

Hotch: want to join me in my room?

You smirked.

Y/N: what number?

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justasecretwriter · 2 years

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Hungry Eyes

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Summary: Spencer is tired of hiding your relationship.

A/N: The idea for this fic came from a lovely anon that requested a fic based on She’s So Nice by Pink Guy. I also drew inspo from Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen (strange mix, but stay with me here.) So basically, a lot of Dom!Spencer goodness. I’d like to say a huge thank you for almost 1k followers, because wow. I never imagined 5 people would actually want to read my writing. I love you all, and I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future works!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, jealousy, degradation, spitting, slapping, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex

Word Count: 5.5k

“That is one fine piece of ass. Don’t think I could get any work done with a sweet little thing like that prancing around my precinct,” mutters yet another sleezeball detective, beady eyes trained on you like a lion might study their prospective prey. It’s moments like these that Spencer has to remind himself that patience is a virtue – that he must bite his tongue because he’s at work and that means he has to act professional. Even if those around him don’t seem capable of affording him the same luxury.

So, it’s with a clenched jaw and all the self-restraint that he can muster that Spencer forces himself to focus on the task at hand. Because Spencer is a professional, and there are more pressing matters that demand his undivided attention. The detective could be dealt with later – in the form of a complaint to the higher ups. But for now, patience.

Usually, this wouldn’t be a problem. Years on the job had taught Spencer to remain level headed no matter the circumstance. Usually, Spencer could tune out the locker room talk in favor of immersing himself into the case. But when it came to you, or rather, people who dared to look upon you with eyes laden with lustful intentions, Spencer had a rather short fuse.

It happens often, and he supposes that he shouldn’t be surprised. You’d certainly turned his head the first time he was fortunate enough to lay eyes on you. He’d nearly broken his neck trying to steal another glimpse of you as you walked past him on your way to Emily’s office on your first day. No one would ever describe Spencer Reid as forward, but on that day, he was the most brazen he’d ever been.

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justasecretwriter · 2 years

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I love the Spencer content you’ve been reblogging it makes me want to re-watch criminal minds all over again 😭

Spencer Reid could fuck me til my back broke and I wouldn't even complain once 🤷🏼‍♀️

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justasecretwriter · 2 years

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Hi Dovey!

I h-have been in and out o-of sleep and w-working from home when I c-can. I hope you are d-doing ok. R-Remember to hydrate and t-take care of you. I really h-hope you are d-doing ok Dovey, you are amazing and wonderful.

-🧁Cupcake Anon

I've been taking a break from Tumblr lately but decided to check it and I'm so glad to see you checking in. It's been rough, me and my partner separated so I've been dealing with that. But time heals all wounds so I'll be okay.

Thanks for checking in lovie 💚

#🧁 cupcake anon #my lovie dovie 💚

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justasecretwriter · 2 years

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can you write something with a touchstarved!spence with a reader always playing with his hair/hands and mutual pining? ty<3

blurb time bc i don’t like to sleep!

TW: hair touching, cuddling?, mutual pining, kissing

cute as shit watch ur toes!

It’s an unspoken rule that Spencer gets to invite himself over to your apartment after work. The two of you have become good friends over the year, and he’s expressed his shameful loneliness multiple times to you— so you put an end to it by offering company 24/7.

Spencer was never irritating and never a bore. Synergy flowed freely between the two of you, never a moment of tension.

Spencer enjoys your company more than he should. He feels safe, warm, and welcomed when he’s with you. You’re nothing but kind and caring to him, a nice contrast from your semi-abrasive personality at work.

And as your friendship blossomed, you slowly let your guard down around him. Recently, you’d become comfortable enough to cuddle up to Spencer while watching TV, resting your head on his shoulder, threading your fingers into his hair, holding his hand.

He’d never expected you to be this... touchy. But here you are yet again, snuggled into Spencer’s side as Jeopardy plays on the TV. Your fingers massage at his scalp and twirl bundles of curls every so often. Spencer’s barely listening to the show; his eyes are closed, relishing in the feeling of your hand in his hair.

He’s starting to fall in love with you— hard. You’re so intelligent and beautiful and unique; how could he not? Spencer’s never had someone be this touchy with him; it’s relatively new. But he likes it a lot.

“You should be on a game show.” You laugh, looking up at him. “You’d get all the answers right.”

“I don’t know.” Spencer shrugs. “Isn’t having an eidetic memory an unfair advantage?”

“I mean... the best player wins, right?”

You stifle a yawn, and your eyes begin to flutter shut.

“Alright, sleepy-head.” He chuckles. “It’s time for you to go to bed.”

“I’m not even that tired.” You reply, another yawn getting caught in your throat.

“Lies.” Spencer chuckles, yanking you up from the couch by the hand. “You need to rest up.”

“Fine. But only because the doctor told me to.”

“You know it, doctor’s orders!”

Once Spencer opens to door to your bedroom, you’re crashing onto the mattress, burying yourself adorably underneath the blankets.

“Are you leaving?” You mumble.

He shrugs, hesitantly asking “Can I stay?”

“Of course you can.” You smile. “This is practically your home too.”

“O-okay, thank you.” And with that, Spencer’s pivoting to walk back to the living room.

“Where are you going?”

He stops and turns back around, “The couch...?”

“No, stay with me.” You order, patting the space on the bed next to you.

Spencer doesn’t really have the opportunity to protest before he’s crawling next to you. You point out how his feet don’t fit under the blanket, so you offer to cuddle him extra to keep him warm.

“You always smell nice.” You sigh. “I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable, Spencer.”

“You’re not. Don’t worry.” He replies, rubbing your back lightly. “No one’s ever been this nice to me before.”

“That’s awful, considering you’re the nicest person I know.”

“T-thank you.”

You brush the curls away from his forehead with your palm, placing a gentle kiss on his skin. You’re lips make his face tingle, leaving goosebumps all over his body.

“Goodnight Spencer, I love you.”

Just before you’re about turn away, Spencer pulls you in by the neck, his lifts softly capturing yours in a proper kiss. You gasp at first, but eventually sigh with content.

A flush covers his face when he pulls away, “I’m sorry... I uh don’t know why I—“

You silence him by kissing his lips again, stroking his face lovingly. “Shhh... Goodnight, Spence. We can talk about this in the morning.”

“Okay, yeah, in the morning.” He hums as you stroke the hair at the nape of his neck. “I love you too, you know.”

“I know.” You smile.

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justasecretwriter · 2 years

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Queen of Kings

Pairings : fem!reader x spencerreid

Warnings : swearing, mentions of violence, Morgan being noisy, the team instigating, smut, face riding, unprotected sex, sub!spence x dom!reader, switching POV’s

Word Count : 2.3k

“y/n.” Spencer merely stated. He said nothing else but you simply knew the constant clicking of your own was driving him absolutely insane. So you stopped. Like any normal person would do when they could sense their partner a bit tired of their antics.

“sorry.” She mumbled, as Garcia went on presenting the case.

Morgan and JJ gave each other discreet looks before the two shook theirs heads. It was an office wide thought that before you and Spencer had began dating you would be the ‘man’ of the relationship. Based on how you handle yourself and your work you radiated that strong dominate hand vibes. Spencer… did not. Honestly everyone thought that he’d be following you around like a lost puppy, but it’s been the other way around.

You stop by his desk 20 times a day, asking if he’s hungry, or thirsty, or tired, etc… every meeting you steal the spot on his left, making sure your hand was right on his unless either of you needed to write something down. It was know an office wide thought that Spencer had more ‘man’ in him than was originally thought. He walked around like he was the shit, and you followed because you truly thought he was. It was almost hilarious how wrong they could’ve been. And though it’s never been brought to either of your attention, you’ve definitely noticed the change in dynamics around the office.

“alright, wheels up in 30.” Hotch sighed, as he stood from his seat.

You turned to Spencer waiting for him to stand before you followed. He reached out his hand for you, and you took it, allowing the assistance up.

At this point, watching the two of you Morgan couldn’t keep it in. He let out soft laugh, shaking his head as he packed up all of his paper into the file he was given. Everyone stopped to look at the man they were convinced had gone crazy. JJ had joined him with slight laughter, everyone now staring at the weird pair.

“I think they’ve finally snapped.” Garcia take a step back as if their crazy was contagious.

“No, no, it’s-” Morgan sighed, looking up at the two before shaking his head again. “It’s nothing.” He dismissed, standing from his seat.

“What?” You asked. The way he looked at the two of you, you could tell it was something about one of you… or both. And you were never one for being kept out of the loop. “Why’d you just look at us like that?” You questioned, crossing your arms and he shrugged.

“I just… I can’t grasp the dynamic you two have.” Derek shrugged, answering honestly and everyone relaxed.

They two were curious, even Hotch, but none of them actually said a word. Emily smiled as she realized Morgan finally cracked with curiosity, winning the bet she had made with Rossi between Morgan and Garcia. Your eyebrows furrowed as Reid tilted his head to the side.

“Our dynamic…?” Reid questioned.

“Yeah, the way you two work is just… odd.” Morgan continued. “Y/N is this bad ass in the field, she kicks down doors and make grown men cry, and you… are a human calculator.” He teased. “You would think

Y/N would be the one leading you around.”

“You think I couldn’t be the ‘dominate’ one in a relationship?” Reid asked, his voice so soft and innocent, almost answering his own question.

“No I think you’d couldn’t be the dominant one in a relationship with, Y/N.” Morgan replied, everyone watching closely.

“Patience baby” you hummed, teasing your slit with the tip of his cock. You watched his face twist with desperation, and pleasure, making a mental note of the scene as if it’s be the last time you’d see it.

“Please, I need it so bad, please” he begged, hands bound behind him by pretty green velvet ropes he picked out himself. He had a light layer of sweat building on his skin, cheeks red and pupils disliked to high hell. He was truly a sight for sore eyes, and you were loving every single second of it.

“I know, baby, but you’re just so fun to play with.” You brushed, a damp strand of hair away from his face, acknowledging your cruelty. “but since you’ve been such a good sport…” you smiled softly, lowering yourself on his cock. He whimpered a thank you, as you let out a moan going down.

“Spencer couldn’t even ask you out on a date, y/n.” Morgan brought up. It was a long time ago, and Spencer was so nervous he couldn’t even speak without fumbling over his words around you. Eventually everyone got fed up with the rambling and told you to catch the hint. Which you did, thankfully, you asked him out. “He couldn’t even look you in the eye for the first 4 months you came here.” He added. “You expect me to believe the same guy who forgot his own name the first time you met wears the pants in the relationship?”

This was obviously a serious topic for the agent. It had been eating at him for weeks. As much as he was joking, he was also seriously curious.

“I feel like it’s a mutual-” Spencer began.

“Bull.” Rossi interrupted from the corner.

“Neither one of us wears the pants… we each wear our… own… clothes…”

“He just said you’re name when you were clicking you’re pen and you stopped before he even finished.” JJ mentioned.

“I was being a little annoying.” You shrugged.

“How did you know he wanted you to stop clicking the pen.”

“If I didn’t know then I would say I shouldn’t be a professional FBI agent in the Behavioral Analysis Unit.” You responded. “Is this what you guys do in your free time? Question the dynamics of our relationships?” You asked and some nodded, others just stood in shame.

“I just find it hard to believe.” Morgan shrugged.

“Fuck Spence, your so fucking good.” You moaned, bouncing up and down as his head was thrown back, panting like he’d just run a 5k marathon. You were so close to your orgasm, it felt cruel to both of you to stop now… so you did. You lifted yourself completely off of him earning the brattiest whine you’ve ever heard come from the man.

“y/n.” He grumbled.

“I’m sorry baby, did I give you permission to cum?” You frowned playfully. “Don’t get an attitude now, sweet boy, we still have the whole night to play.” You hummed, pressing your lips against his neck over the reddening spots you created not too long ago.

“I can’t- I can’t for much longer, please let me cum.” He pleaded, his voice so helpless and tired you were so tempted to just untie him and let him fuck you however he wanted.

“You’re so spoiled, it’s sick.” He moaned. “I give you everything you could possibly want and you still want more…”

“I’m sorry, baby I just-”

“Am I not enough for you?”

“No you’re perfect, I love you.” He panted.

“Do I not satisfy you, Spence?”

“You do, fuck, you do.” He shuddered. “I’m sorry.”

“Would you rather some other woman be here right now… touching you like this?” You asked. His head shot up right, shaking violently, eyes foggy and glazed over with lust and desperation it might’ve been the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“No, no, never that, just you, I just want you.” He tugged at the ropes, binding his wrists.

“I don’t think I believe you…” you teased, nails lightly raking down his bare chest.

“Let me make it up to you.” He begged, “let me make you feel good.”

“Hotch are you hearing this?” You turned to your dark haired boss who seemed wildly amused. “I’m pretty sure this is considering workplace harassment.” You joked, but he just shook his head.

“So if the two of you making out in front of my car every morning before clocking in.” He shrugged.

“Throughout all of this, you have never denied the fact that Spencer is the dominating presence in your relationship.” Garcia put out there, shutting her lips as you starred at her in betrayal. You looked back to Spencer who just seemed a bit underwhelmed and like he was expecting this to happen. And knowing him, he probably was.

“I’m just confused as to how that works…” Emily tilted her head. “Like in the bedroom do you-”

“Emily!” You groaned.

“Whaaat?” Her eyes rolled. “You don’t seem like the type to… go quietly.” She filtered her words. You looked back to Spencer who looked to you, ready to accept whatever you put out there.

Spencer didn’t mind the team knowing that were the one in the relationship who “wore the pants” It’s not like the weren’t thinking it anyways. Spencer held a certain professional status outside of his personal life and you respected that. Neither one of you brought your personal lives in you work, at least you tried not to. He would get teased for months, and hassled for questions about his sex life, but he wouldn’t mind. He knew you’d be there to curse them all out before any question got too personal.

“Does it matter?” You questioned.

“Yes.”

“Very Much”

“We wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t”

“Yup”

They all spoke in unison.

“Y/N’s the pants.” Spencer spoke up. The all looked at him and you started in shock.

“I knew it!” Morgan slammed his file against the desk.

He moaned into your flesh, tongue darting in and out of your count as you utilized the headboard behind him. His hands gripped on tightly to your thighs, making sure he had no room to breath regular air. Just you and your scent, he wanted to suffocate in the likes of you. You moaned were loud and erratic.

“Oh my god, Spence, I’m gonna cum.” You whined, body thrashing against him, leaving forward as your hips rolled down, pushing yourself harsher up against his tongue. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, fuck I’m- fuck” you cried out, body vibrating as pleasure went ripping through you. Vision blurring for a quick moment, as yours body stiffened above him. He didn’t stop at the announcement, in fact he kept going. His lips wrapped around your clot causing you to cry out, not allowing you any chance for a breather. Whether it was to provide you with extra pleasure or find time to hid the fact that he came just from the simple pleasure of you riding his face.

“Spence I can’t m’too sensitive.” You pleaded but he didn’t stop, slurping and licking up all the juices you were leaking on to him. His chin covered in your slick, tongue coated in cum, he felt like he was in heaven. “Shit” you whined, finding the little strength in you to pulling yourself away from him, collapsing besides him on the bed.

“Did I do good?” He asked and you nodded.

“You did perfect, Baby, s’good.” You trembled slightly at the after shocks.

“I might have uhm…” he frowned for a moment and you shook you head.

“It’s fine baby, I know.” You nodded, “you did so good for me, you deserved it.” You hummed and he smiled once again. “But I want you to do one more thing for me okay?” You asked and he nodded.

There was a need for any questions. He was ready to do whatever you wanted for him.

“Fuck me.”

“Do you make him call you, Mistress?”

With all that hassle, and reading from previous years Spencer was certain he’d get the heat of all this. Fortunately for him, it was you taking the hit. As everyone did their own analysis on the case filed, everyone 5 minutes someone popped up with a new question.

“Morgan, what the hell?!” You scoffed, and he shrugged.

“It’s a serious question, and I need a serious answer.” He admitted. “As a profiler I could come up with mine own conclusions, but I like to get my information from the source.” He claimed.

“Do you role play?” Emily peaked her head over the chair. “You know, like bad cop and criminal, or teacher and student-”

“Does he call you mommy?”

“Shit” you cried, bawling up the sheets in your hand as you moaned out.

Spencer hand his hands on your hips, using them the fuck into you the way exact way he knew you like. This way brought the loudest noises out of you, and even made you squirt once or twice before. This was your favorite position, and the one you gave him all the power with whenever he fucked you.

“You’re so pretty” he commented out of breath, and so close to letting go once again.

He could tell you were already close. Cunt convulsing around him, squeezing him so tight as if you were begging for him to fill you up with his seed. Your legs were already beginning to tremble and you could feel yourself slipping into a blank mind. He was in total control now. You were just a babbling mess begging for him to get you where you needed to be.

“Please cum in me, please Spence, want it so bad.” You begged, back arching into his chest, as your eyes watered the closer you got to falling apart around him. “Want you to fill me up, please.”

“Yes ma’am.” He huffed out.

Even when he was in power, even when he had the upper hand, he still knew you were in charge. It was always you.

Just as he felt your body begin to stiffen and tremble, he thrusted one last time. He made sure to stuff himself as far into you as he humanly could before releasing his seed into your cunt. Warm white strings of seed painted you sensitive insides, leaving his mark in you, and making sure you felt it. He milked himself dry in your cunt before pulling out slow enough to make sure everything stayed inside. You’re body limp and fucked out of energy, along with his now laying right next to you.

“I’m filing a complaint to Strauss when we get back.” You joked, causing your friends to laugh.

“Seriously though, does he let you tie him up?”

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hi i know you have a draco-yule ball writing already but could you do a dracoxreader enemies to lovers type yule ball situation. where the reader and draco always bicker and don’t get along but at yule ball all fancied up with other dates, they come to the realization of their feelings for each other?

Thanks for the request! I somehow really enjoyed writing this and hope you will enjoy reading just as much.

Potter stinks

Support Cedric Diggory

The letters fleshed bright before your eyes. As if Harry hasn´t gone through enough yet, now the entire school hated him and they were not afraid to show it. You could see Harry’s face redden as you walked through the corridors, accompanied by calls like “Eww, I smell Potter.” or “Cedric is our true champion!”. As if he didn’t know. As if he wanted this. Hermione and you tried to shield Harry as good as possible from the deadly glances and mean comments. But obviously, he noticed.

“They´re just jealous.”, you tried to cheer him up and Hermione nodded confirming.

“As if someone would be jealous of this scar face.”, you heard a familiar voice behind you. You sighted. Malfoy was the last person you needed right now. Harry and he had been archenemies since the first day and as the years had passed, Malfoy and you had developed your own personal hostility, that was about much more than just his arrogant behaviour and his attitude towards non-pureblood wizards, especially muggle-borns like Hermione. You just detested each other with every inch of your body and you were not afraid to show it. Madame Pomfrey was already used to the two of you appearing at the hospital wing regularly because you had hexed each other, poisoned your food or sabotaged your school supplies. She always told you that one of you would kill the other one one day. And it wasn’t even that unlikely.

“You like my badges?”, he sneered. He smiled proudly as he pressed it and the Support Cedric Diggory button changed, the red letters turned green as they switched their positions, now forming Potter stinks. Of course, it had been him. Who else? You could feel Harry tense next to you.

“So lovely.”, you said in a honeyed voice. “That you spend so much time thinking about him and make that much effort. All for him. Now he will get even more attention, thanks to you.” You threw him a sweet smile while Hermione and you turned Harry around again, who had already grabbed his wand. “But you have to excuse him now, he still needs to prepare for the first task. You can go and tinker some banners, because you will only get to watch it from the distance.” You walked away with your friends, with a smug grin on your face as you knew you had managed to hurt Malfoy where it hurt the most. His pride.

You had every reason to celebrate. Harry had survived the first task, even if you had doubted it at some point, and he even managed to be in the first place. You were more than proud of your best friend. Even better, Ron and Harry got along again, which also pleased Hermione and you, since you didn’t need to commute between the two boys anymore. Now you had only to solve the riddle of the egg and Harry would actually have some good chances to win this Tournament.

But you didn’t had much time to think about the riddle since the next surprise was already waiting for you. Professor McGonagall announced that it was a tradition that every school that was hosting the Triwizard Tournament would also be hosting the Yule Ball. It was a formal Christmas celebration and -most importantly- a dance. While the girls of you were really excited about it, the boys didn’t seem to look forward to it. Except Neville, who was a surprisingly good dancer. But he was the only one since most of the other boys never even seemed to have heard something about rhythm or choreography. And they weren’t exactly interested in learning about it.

Luckily, neither Hermione nor you had to worry about a potential partner who might step on your feet and leave you with some broken toes, because you were asked out by some very handsome Durmstrang boys. In fact, Hermione had been asked by Victor Krum himself, how she had told you in a low voice after she had stormed into the common room with red cheeks. You were more than happy for her to have such a chance. The both of them really seemed to like each other and you were glad that Hermione didn’t seem to be that angry anymore about the fact that Ron didn’t asked her out. Even though you had to promise that you wouldn’t tell him who her date was, since she wanted it to be a surprise. You were already looking forward to the look on Ron´s face when Hermione would show up with Victor Krum.

But you couldn’t complain either. You had been asked out by one of Krum´s schoolmates. You didn’t know much about him though because he barely spoke your language. You knew that he had also thrown his name into the Goblet of Fire at the beginning of the school year but now he supported Krum in every way possible. You admired that he did so even though they had been rivals before. Plus, he didn’t look exactly bad, in fact, the tall and trained boy looked actually very good. Now there was only one question left. What should you wear?

“Don’t you think it´s too much?”, Hermione asked you, narrowing her eyebrows. You took a closer look at the picture of the dress she had just shown you. The gown was periwinkle blue and just looked amazing. You shook your head firmly.

“It is just perfect. The people won´t even notice Victor if you will be wearing this.” Hermione smiled at you thankfully. The two of you kept on chatting about your outfits.

“I still need to practice walking in those shoes.”, you sighted. You had chosen some with a higher heel, not really high but still more than you were used to.

“I guess that’s the disadvantage of a tall boy.”, Hermione chuckled. “You have to decide if you want to look him into the eyes or be able to walk properly.”

“At least it will be easier for him to overlook you.”, Draco joined in on your conversation. You hadn’t even noticed him sitting at the table right behind you, listening to your talk.

“I just pray your date will be taller than you then. Or that she has some really high heels. It would be unreasonable to look in your face the entire evening. If you even find someone who will take pity on you and go with you.”, you snapped back.

“Oh, I know Pansy is already looking forward to this evening.” Somehow Draco sounded slightly annoyed. “But I already feel sorry for the boy who asked you out. Are you sure he really wants to go with you and won´t jilting you?”, he asked with a mocking tone of concern in his voice.

“Don’t worry Malfoy, even you won´t be able to ruin this for me.”, you smiled.

But he nearly did.

It was the morning of the ball. Everything was ready, you had a tight schedule. You quickly jumped into the shower. In your head, you went through all the steps you had to take until the evening. You felt a small smile creeping on your face. This was going to be your night. You just knew it. You got out of the shower and grabbed a towel. While you dried your hair with it, you turned around and looked into the mirror above the sink. You froze.

“NO!”, Hermione dropped her book as she heard the scream from the bathroom. She got up quickly, headed towards the room and opened the door.

You still stared at your reflection in disbelief.

“(Y/n), what… oh no!” Hermione stared as at you as well.

Or more precisely at your hair. You had always loved your hair, especially its colour. But right now, any colour would have been better than the bilious green it was now.

“What happened?”, Hermione asked.

“I don’t know. I just took a shower and then I got out and… Hermione, you have to help me. Save my hair, I´m begging you.”, you pleaded.

“Don’t worry, I got this.”, Hermione tried to calm you down.

But she didn’t. No matter which spells she used, your hair was still shimmering in a bright green.

“I can´t go to the ball like this.”, you whined.

“We will ask Madame Pomfrey. She will have an idea.”, Hermione told you, still scandalized that none of her spells had worked. You grabbed a cap and pushed all of your hair under it. No one should see you like this.

As you left your dorm you bumped into Ron and Harry. But you just rushed past them.

“What happened?”, Harry asked confused.

“Emergency!”, Hermione shouted over her shoulder.

“What emergency?”

“Hair!”

“Hair?”, Ron chuckled. “Oh yeah, hair is an urgent emergency.” He laughed but went silent as you shot him a deadly glance.

“I still don’t know how this could happen.”, you stated as Hermione and you rushed towards the hospital wing. “It was the same shampoo I always used.”

“Don’t worry. Madame Pomfrey will fix this. And it can´t get worse from now on.”

And for the second time today, Hermione was wrong. Because as you ran through the corridors, suddenly someone stepped into your way.

“Well, well, well, look who´s here.”, Malfoy stated with a small grin on his face. “I wondered when you would come (Y/l/n).” You narrowed your eyes. How would he know? Except…

Malfoys eyes trailed up to the cap on your head. “But it isn’t even cold here (Y/l/n).” Before you could react, he grabbed the cap and pulled it away, revealing the mess on your head. His grin only grew wider. “Oh, you dyed your hair. How lovely. I´m sure your date will appreciate this. But then again, I honestly think green isn’t your colour. You aren’t a Slytherin, are you? Maybe you should try a nice red next time?”

“You. You mixed something into my shampoo.”, you spat. Malfoy kept smiling, confirming your suspicion.

“But you said nothing could ruin this night love.”, he mocked you. “If that´s so, why are you so upset then?”

You pulled out your wand, and Malfoy grabbed his as well. The two of you stared at each other. You were furious. You would hex him so badly, he would have for sure a worse day than you.

But Hermione had different plans.

“(Y/n), we have to go.”, she said pulling you away from Malfoy whose gaze followed the two of you, still ready to defend himself if you would attack him. “We have to get to Madame Pomfrey and then we have to get ready.”, Hermione said in a vivid tone. You obeyed.

“Oh yeah, take your dirty mudblood friend and run away.”, Draco shouted as the two of you disappeared behind the next corner.

Madame Pomfrey was truly an angel. You were sure of that. It nearly took her one hour, but she managed the impossible. When you left the hospital wing your hair looked perfectly normal, with no traces of green left.

Hermione and you rushed back to your dorm, finally getting ready for the night. You were still cursing Malfoy for what he had done. Since you had come back, your only topic was the revenge you swore him.

“I still wonder how he managed to do this.”, you said for the fifth time. “I mean, he had to sneak into our tower and then he had to get in here. Not even our boys can do this.” You stared into the distance. Hermione let out a small chuckle. “What´s so funny about this?”, you asked confused.

“Sometimes the two of you act like an old married couple.”, she said.

You turned around and raised your eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“You are fighting the whole time. And you spent so much time and energy on each other. And you talk about him all the time. Sometimes I wonder…”, she stopped.

“Wonder what?” Then you realized. “No, oh no. Definitely not. This spoiled bastard who thinks the world is his just because of Daddy´s money. But I´m not one of those people he can buy. The only thing I feel for him is disgust. Nothing more.”

Hermione grinned. “If you say so.”

You grabbed one of your pillows, throwing it at her. She caught it with ease.

“C´mon, no time for fun, we have to get ready!”

You checked your reflection one last time. You looked absolutely gorgeous. Your make-up was light, highlighting your eyes and lips. Your hair was arranged artfully around your head. The dress was absolutely amazing. It stressed your curves. It was high-necked in the front but the deep cut-outs at your back left little room for imagination. After weeks of practising, you finally managed to walk in your high-heeled shoes as well.

Hermione looked at least as beautiful as you. She was actually wearing the dress the two of you had been talking about before you had been interrupted rudely and her hair looked very smooth.

After complementing each other for solid ten minutes, it was time to leave.

Victor Krum greeted Hermione right down the stairs. She threw a small smile at you, before he disappeared with him into the crowd. Your date, on the other hand, wasn’t there yet. But you saw the other boy that you had been looking forward to seeing tonight. But as you saw Draco Malfoy in his dress robe, standing on the bottom landing, you forgot why you had been looking forward to this. Originally, you had planned to make this evening the hell on earth for the boy. But now that you saw him standing there you could only think about how absolutely flawless he looked. His eyes wandered around until his gaze settled on you. Involuntarily, he raised his eyebrows. Since when did you look so breath-taking? But he quickly regained control over his facial features again. He smirked as he slowly walked toward you.

“Didn’t expect you to come here.”, he said. His voice sounded a little bit shaky as he talked to you. He stopped right in front of you, his eyes trailed up and down your body. You felt your cheeks heating under his intense gaze. You had never noticed the silvery shimmer in his eyes, but now you couldn’t unsee it. And it suited him very well. Godric, what was wrong with you tonight?

“And I didn’t expect you to dare to come here.”, you countered.

“Wouldn’t want to miss this”, he answered while his eyes still lingered on you. “Besides, I couldn’t leave my date alone.” He wrapped his arm around Pansy Parkinson´s waist who looked at you with narrowed eyes.

“Oh yeah, my deepest condolences.” You smiled at Pansy sweetly.

“(Y/n)!”, you heard a voice behind you. You turned around and saw your date heading towards you. You wanted to leave Malfoy and Pansy behind, but Malfoy grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer.

“I miss the green, it suited you.” Then he let go of you and you walked towards your date. The boy greeted you with a kiss on your hand.

Little did you know, Malfoy was still watching you, his eyes traced down the bare skin of your back and as he saw the boy kissing your hand and you smiling at his actions, he felt a strange feeling in his stomach area.

“Draco?”, Pansy asked in a nagging voice, jealously watching her date checking out another girl.

“Let´s go.”, Draco mumbled, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her away, not without shooting a last glance at you who already seemed to have much fun.

And oh boy, you did. Your date was an amazing dancer. The two of you had much fun, even though the language barrier made it difficult to actually talk to each other. But that didn’t keep you from dancing closely. But while you danced your gaze somehow regularly drifted off to Malfoy and Pansy who were still dancing as well. For some reason, you didn’t enjoy this picture and not only because you grudged him the fun. There was something else, a strange feeling, making your heart clench in your chest as you watched Pansy resting her head on his chest while he smiled down at her. But then he looked up again, his gaze met yours. And somehow neither of you was able to look away. Your eyes were interlocked for many moments. Somehow you felt a stronger connection to the boy on the other side of the room than to the one that was holding you in his arms right now. But then your partner spun the both of you around and Malfoy was outside your field of vision. Still, you could feel his gaze lingering on you many times that night.

After a few hours had passed, your date and you separated and after he kissed you on the cheek, he went to his friends and you went, looking for yours. But it weren’t your friends that you found, it was a certain blond boy who you hadn’t managed to get off your mind the entire evening. You didn’t see him coming but all of the sudden, he stood right in front of you.

“Where´s your boyfriend?”, he asked, blocking the way you had planned to go. You didn’t answer, you just stared at him. Malfoy returned your gaze.

“So?”

“He… he is…” Damn it, since when did you stutter when Malfoy asked you something?

“I don’t know, where´s your girlfriend?”

“She´s not my girlfriend.” Your heart beat faster.

“He isn’t my boyfriend.”

“Then we cleared that up.” He smirked.

“I… I really have to go now.”, you stated.

“Dance with me.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “What?”

“Dance with me.”

You hesitated.

“It´s unpolite to turn this down. So, dance with me.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a command. And you obeyed.

Malfoy grabbed your hand and lead you back to the dance floor. You flinched as his fingers touched yours. It felt like a shock rushed through your body. You wanted to pull away but he held your hand tightly, refusing to let go.

A new song had just started. Carefully, Malfoy placed your hand on his shoulder before he touched your waist. It was a tender touch that sent chills through your whole body. You still weren’t sure what to do.

“C´mon, just one dance.”, Draco whispered as he slowly started to move to the rhythm of the music.

Finally, you gave in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking into his grey eyes. He returned the look. The grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer. Your face was now only a few centimetres away from his. You could feel his hot breath on it. His gaze fell down, fixing your lips, before it shot up again so quickly, you weren’t sure if you had just imagined it. He pulled your body closer and closer until he held you in a tight embrace. You buried your face in the crook of his neck while Draco´s hands traced up your back and then back down. The feeling of his hot fingers on the naked skin of your back made you shiver.

“You look so beautiful tonight sweetheart.”, he whispered in your ear. You just hummed in response, not trusting your voice. It felt like hours had passed but then again only a few seconds. The two of you holding each other impossibly close, enjoying the comfortable warmth of the other one and inhaling each other’s scent.

But then the song ended and another, faster one started. It felt like you woke up from a dream, slowly coming back to reality. You slightly pulled back. Draco loosened his grip and looked down at you, smiling slightly.

You could get lost in the way he looked at you, letting yourself fall, letting you consume by him, but something held you back. All the pictures of the last years flashed through your mind, all the fights, the assaults, all the things he has said to you. You didn´t know what you were feeling right now but you knew that it was wrong. And you had to stop whatever this was before there was no turning back.

You took a step back, and his hands that had still rested on your waist, slipped down. He looked at you worried and somehow disappointed.

“Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?”, he sounded genuinely concerned.

“You said one dance. That’s it. So I can leave now.”

You span around without waiting for a response and left. You didn’t dare to look back because you knew it would break your heart. Where the hell were your friends? You didn’t see them in here anymore. Even better, because then you had no reason to stay as well. You quickly left the hall and rushed up the stairs. Only when you were that far away from the feast that you couldn’t hear the music anymore, did you slow down. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest and you breathed heavily. Finally, you came to a halt. On the sill of a huge window, you sat down, staring into the night. It was dark outside and you could barely see anything, not only because of the dark but because of the snow flurry outside the window.

You shook your head in confusion, as if you tried to shake off the thoughts that were running through your mind right now. You heard Hermione´s voice inside your head. “Sometimes I wonder…” You had brushed it off. Draco and you never liked each other. You hated each other. But now that you thought about it you didn’t even remember how your hostility had begun. Obviously, he and Harry never got along but that had never been your business. But Draco and you had your personal relationship, your personal rivalry. Of course, the tricks he played you were often below the belt but so were yours. And if you were honest, even if his jokes annoyed you, without them, something would be missing. Without him, something would be missing. You had never realized how much space Draco took in your thoughts as well as in your life. And Hermione was right, this wasn’t normal. Not for two people who just didn’t like each other. Maybe there was something more you felt for him. Maybe there had always been more, but you had just been too afraid to admit it. But even if you felt something for the handsome boy that didn’t mean that he would feel the same for you. How could he have grown to care for you if you had been so mean to him all the time?

But what was about tonight? What was about those glances? What was about the dance? You could still feel his fingers tracing up and down your back, still remembered the intensity in his looks, still remembered his scent, lulling you in.

You knew it had been wrong. And that it could never happen again. But then again, how could feel something so wrong so right?

“(Y/n)?” You froze as you heard the soft voice behind you. It had been the first time he had called you by your first name. And it sounded like music, coming from his lips.

Not him.

Not now.

“What is it Malfoy?”

You heard the steps coming closer, until he stood right next to you. You didn’t dare to look at him.

“Are you okay?”

“Told you I´m fine.”, you huffed, still looking out the window but you could see his reflection in the glass. He seemed to hover there like a ghost. At least you could admire him like this secretly.

“You just disappeared…”

“What did you expect?” Your voice sounded rougher than you intended to, and you could see his reflection flinch.

“I… I just wanted to check on you.”

“Well, you did, so you can leave now can´t you?”

“Are you mad at me?”, Draco asked. He sounded sincere.

You couldn’t help but laugh. Finally, you looked at him.

“Oh, I don’t know? Do I have a reason to be mad at you? Maybe that just this morning you ruined my hair and teased me about it? Or maybe every other mean trick you had played at me since the first grade?”, you snapped.

Draco looked at you in confusion. “C´mon, (Y/n), this wasn’t just me. You played your role in this too.”

“Yeah, but I don’t suddenly act as if I care about you even if I don’t.” You could feel tears stinging your eyes. All the frustration of the last few years had now come back. “What was your plan, hm? Did you want to make fun of me? Hex me? Poison me? Or did you want me to care about you because if you did, then congratulations, you´ve done it!”

You immediately realized what you had said and bit your lip, but it was too late. You had said it and Draco had heard it.

But contrary to your expectations, he didn’t make fun of you, neither he burst into laughter. He just smiled.

“Can I try something?”, he asked, catching you off guard. Taken by surprise you just nodded.

“Close your eyes.”, he demanded.

You sighted. You didn’t know what he was planning but it probably couldn´t get worse. So you did as he said and regretted it at the same moment. This was probably the most stupid idea that you ever…

Your thoughts were interrupted by some soft lips gently pressing on yours. And just like that, all your doubts disappeared. You felt his lips slowly moving against yours. It was a tender touch, no demands, no pressure. You gave in to it, mimicking his movements. You placed your hands on his chest, while he placed one on your cheek. And even if you wouldn’t have expected Draco to be capable of this, the kiss stayed sweet and innocent until the very end. Then both of you pulled away, breathing heavily, cheeks rosy.

Draco looked at you in admiration and tucked some loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“Was it worth the try?”, you mocked him with a cocky grin on your face. He returned your smile.

“Might need a second try.”

You gave him a slight nod and the next thing you knew was that you found yourself pressed against the wall, as Draco pressed his lips hungrily on yours again. You could taste the bowl from the fest on his lips and something else, you could only define as him. Your hands wandered from his chest to his neck, playing with the collar of his robe and brushing through his soft hair. His hands on the other hand first cupped your cheeks before they slightly brushed your neck on their way to your back again. His fingers danced along your spine before they slipped under the hem of your dress, not enough to consider it inappropriate but just enough to make you sight into the kiss. Neither of you wanted to pull back at first but after a few minutes, you had to because of the lack of air in your lungs.

Draco pulled you in a tight embrace, placing a small kiss on the crown of your head. As you looked up you could see some true affection on his face.

“(Y/n)?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you…” He scratched his neck and avoided looking at you. “Would you like to go out with me sometime?”

You smiled at him.

“Only on one condition”, you paused dramatically. “Promise me to never touch my shampoo again.” He looked at you as if he didn’t actually thought you would agree. Then he gave you a shy smile you had never seen on his face before.

“Promise!”

But then another thought crossed your mind.

“Draco? Do you think we can work this out? I mean, all we ever did was fight. I don’t think I even know how to properly talk to you.”

The boy in front of you let out a low chuckle. But then he became serious again, looking deep into your eyes, making you feel as if he could see down to the bottom of your heart.

“Well, I´m afraid we will have to.” He placed a small kiss on the tip of your nose, making you giggle. “Because now that I tried this, I will never let you go again.”

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A story where the reader and Draco think they don't like each other but when Crabbe and Goyle assaulting her (like making a comment or touching her) he loses control and wants to protect her. She finds out and he comforts her. Would love to read this if you feel comfortable with this.

Thanks for your request. I struggled with his one a bit, but I hope it turned out well.

Boys will be boys

Warning: Assault, violence

A/N: I didn´t know whether I should write this or not, because I feel like this is a very difficult and sensitive topic. So please, if you don´t feel comfortable with this don´t read this.

Also: Any kind of assault is absolutely unacceptable, even if it´s "just a comment", or "just a joke", or you "didn't mean to" and if you don´t think the same please get off my blog, thank you!

It was a warm summer day. You and some other Gryffindors were sitting down by the lake, studying. The sun was burning down on you and you had found refuge under a tree near the shore. Only the light breeze that blew across the lake made the heat bearable. You looked up from the book you were reading and squinted into the bright sun. The light got reflected in the lake in front of you, making the water sparkling in all the different colours. When you would have finished studying, you would dip your feet into the water and after this, you would go back to the castle where the house-elves would have prepared some cold lemonade for you.

You sighted comfortably. Life was definitely more than just acceptable like this.

But the comfortable feeling didn’t last long. Suddenly a dark shadow stepped in front of the warm light, shining from above. When you looked up, you sighted again, this time not out of comfort but in annoyance.

“Ladies.”, the boy in front of you said with a chumming-up smile and winked at you. You shared a harried look with your friends.

“McLaggen.”, Hermione said coldly, her gaze fixed on the book in front of her.

McLaggen threw her a, what he thought was charming, smile.

“Well, listen, Granger,”, he stated, ignoring the others of you. “Next week we can go to Hogsmeade again. You and I can go to the Three Broomstick and drink some Butterbeer and then, well, let´s see where it takes us.”

“No.”, Hermione simply said without even bothering to look up at the boy.

“Well, I´m sure you can cancel your plans for the day for me.”, he said, winking at her.

“No.”, Hermione said again.

“Or we could meet up some other time.” The boy seemed to be unbothered by the rejection.

Hermione sighted, closed her book and looked up to the large boy.

“I´m sorry, but I´m not interested in meeting you. Not in Hogsmeade and nowhere else.”, she told him directly. At this point, it might be important to mention, that this wasn’t McLaggen's first try to get with Hermione. Also, he had quite a reputation among the girls in Hogwarts that wasn’t exactly good. Whenever he showed up, most girls tried to get away as quickly as possible. He was brave and ambitious for sure, but he was also arrogant and aggressive, especially towards girls. And he proved it once more this time because while he could have just walked away, he tried to convince Hermione to give in.

“C´mon Granger. You don’t know what you’re missing. Don’t be so uptight.”

You glanced at Hermione, who was taking a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

“Well, I am uptight, I guess. And now I would like to continue studying if you don’t mind.”

“Oh, but I do. It´s really unpolite to turn such an offer down, you know that?”, McLaggen said and stepped even closer. Now, you had heard enough.

“Don’t you listen McLaggen? She said no. Just leave her alone!”, you snapped.

“Why do you interfere (Y/l/n/)? I don’t remember talking to you.”

“And I don’t remember us asking you to come here.”, you responded.

McLaggen´s face went red as he mumbled something unintelligible stuff under his breath and turned around. Hermione´s gaze shot up again as she looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“What was that?”, she asked. Her voice was dangerously calm, but McLaggen didn’t seem to notice, because he turned to her again and smiled at her as he said: “I said you´re a slut. And your friend”, he nodded in your direction, “is one, too.”

Hermione and you jumped up, grabbing your wands, but McLaggen just laughed as he walked away.

Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, who had until now sat there, just watching the events, got up as well, pulling Hermione and you back, so you wouldn’t hex him right now and right there.

“He´s not worth it.”, Parvati tried to calm you down. “He just wants to provoke you.”

“Exactly.”, her best friend agreed with her. “Just imagine his gloating if you would get detention because of him. And besides,”, she added, when she dragged you down to the ground again and sighted. “Boys will always be boys, I guess.

The next few weeks, Hermione and you spent studying for the upcoming N.E.W.T. exams. Hermione had nearly double the classes you had, but still, she somehow managed to keep up with the subject matters, while you felt like your head was going to explode.

But Ron and Harry only got it worse. Because they had to invest any minute of their free time not only into learning for the exams but also into training for Quidditch. Not only was Harry the captain of the Gryffindor team this year, but Ron also became the keeper once again. It was truly a miracle that he managed to do so because even though he was a good player, his nerves definitely weren’t made for this. You had already experienced it in your last year. Even though in the end he hadn’t been that bad at all, this year it seemed to start all over again.

But then again, it wasn’t just a coincidence that Ron had made it. Because, while you had been surprised that Ron didn’t let Ginny score, not even once, his opponent did. And it was no other than McLaggen who flew, at the last attack on the goal, in the completely wrong direction, and with that, lost against Ron. You had already been suspicious when you had watched McLaggen making such a mistake, but when you saw Hermione next to you with a smug grin on her face, you were sure that it may not have been a mistake of McLaggen in the first place. And after the match, Hermione had admitted to you that this presumption had been absolutely right. Not that you would mind though.

Now, Ron was the keeper of the Gryffindor team, but as you looked at him when he walked into the Great Hall this morning, it seemed as if he wasn’t that glad about it anymore. From what you had heard, the last training had been absolutely terrible and now no one believed that Gryffindor stood a chance. The Slytherins hooted when Ron and Harry entered the Hall. Ron looked as if he wanted to run out again and never come back. And as he sat down, you were worried that he might faint. You really tried your best to support him, but nothing seemed to work. With every minute it only got worse.

“Didn’t think you would make it this year, Weaselbee.”, you heard a voice sneering behind you. You closed your eyes and shook your head. The last thing Ron needed now was Draco Malfoy´s annoying comments.

“Wonder how you did this.”, Malfoy continued. “Are all of the Gryffindors that bad that you were the only one left? Or is it because of Potter? Because you are friends and he feels petty?”

“Unlike some, he earned his place in the team in a fair competition.”, Hermione snapped back.

“Oh yeah, really fair. His best friend is the captain and his little sister tried to score.”, Malfoy rolled his eyes. You noticed that he didn’t wear the jersey of his team today. You were kind of glad about it because even though you hated this boy with every fibre of your body, you had to admit that he looked unfairly good in it.

“What about you Malfoy? Didn’t your Daddy buy enough brooms this year to buy you into the team or why aren’t you wearing your jersey yet?”, you teased. You knew that his father was Malfoy´s weak spot. But today, he didn’t seem impressed.

“I´m injured.”, he said with a grave face. “But don’t worry darling, I could lend it to you for the game. I know how much you like it.”

He winked at you.

“I´d rather pitch myself from a stand.”, you mumbled but you could feel your face burning. You´d be damned if Malfoy would ever find out that you actually liked his jersey more than you wanted to admit. Or more precisely, him in it.

“Wait, you won´t play?”, Harry asked with a surprised face. Even Ron slightly lifted his head now, looking slightly more hopeful than before.

“I thought you were so intelligent Potter.”, Malfoy mocked. “You might even stand a chance today.” He paused and glanced at Ron. “Or you don’t.” And with that, he turned around and left with a smug grin on his face and hummed “Weasley is our king”. Ron now seemed to be even more frustrated.

But you didn’t pay that much attention to it anymore. You watched the blond boy disappearing and couldn’t help but wonder what kind of injury might be so bad that Malfoy couldn’t play today. You knew how much he loved Quidditch and it must be really bad if he wouldn’t play. You swallowed down the lump of worry which had built up in your throat. Because even though you didn’t really liked Malfoy, you also didn’t want him to be seriously hurt. But on the other hand, this was none of your business. Lost in your thoughts, you only snapped back to reality again, when Hermione grabbed you by the wrist, obviously upset and pulled you away from Harry and Ron.

“Good luck.”, you managed to tell them before they were out of reach. Then you turned around to Hermione. “What in the name of Godric is wrong with you?”, you asked in confusion.

But Hermione just shook her head in resignation and sighted: “Boys.”

After the match, all the Gryffindors were in high spirits. Well, all Gryffindors but Hermione. Even after she had realized that Harry had never put the liquid luck into his drink, she was still mad at him. It only got worse when you had finally convinced her to go back to the common room. Because when the door swung open, the first thing you saw was Ron. Ron in a tight embrace with Lavender Brown. And before you could even realize what had happened, Hermione turned on her heels and ran in the other direction.

When you sat in an abandoned classroom with Hermione, who was quietly sobbing at your shoulder, you realized that it wasn’t about what had happened this morning or in the common room. The problem was way more complex. But for now, it was probably better to not pressure her and just give her the comfort she needed.

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there like this. Hermione´s sobs became quieter and quieter. Still, you didn’t say a word and just wrapped your arm around her shoulder, while she placed her head on yours.

That´s how Harry found you about an hour later. When the door opened, Hermione quickly tried to wipe away the stains of the tears, but Harry noticed.

“What´s wrong?”, he asked in a worried tone and stepped closer. When Hermione´s eyes filled with tears again, Harry took your place by her side, pulling her in an embrace. When Hermione calmed down again, she looked at you with watery eyes.

“You can leave now if you want to (Y/n). Don´t want you to miss the party.”

You looked at her precariously.

“Are you sure about that? I don’t mind. I can stay if you want me to.”

But Hermione just gave you a shaky smile and shook her head.

“It´s alright. I´ll bring her back soon.”, Harry reassured you.

You gave them a small nod, before you wanted to leave the room.

“(Y/n)?”, you hear Hermione´s voice and turned around once more.

“What is it?”

“Thank you.”

You gave your best friend a warm smile.

“Any time.”

On your way back to the common room, you cursed Ron for his behaviour. What in Godric´s name was wrong with that boy? And how could you help Hermione?

When you turned around a corner, you nearly bumped into two tall figures. When you saw the green robes, you frowned. Your timing was absolutely miserable.

You wanted to just pass them, but one of the boys grabbed you by the wrist and stopped you.

“Where do you think you´re going?”

You looked into their faces and recognized Crabbe and Goyle the henchmen of Malfoy. They were still wearing their jerseys, clearly upset about the devastating loss in the game a few hours ago.

“Don’t think that’s any of your business.”, you said and tried to free you, but the grip of the boy -Crabbe- only tightened, as he pulled you closer.

“Not very nice.”, his friend -Goyle- grunted

“Let me go.” Your voice was calm, but you could feel the panic rising up in you as you saw the two boys grinning at each other. You looked around. But there was no one in sight. The corridor was still far away from the common room, but you had left the classroom with Hermione and Harry far behind you.

“Let go off me. Now!”, you tried again, but the boys only laughed.

“Why?”

“Don’t make such a fuss.”

Suddenly you felt a hand on your hip, pulling you even closer. You could feel Crabbe´s bad breath hitting your face. You tensed. It felt like you were going to throw up any second. But you didn’t.

Scream.

The thought came to your mind, but as soon as you opened your mouth, a big hand covered it, making it hard for you to breathe.

“Don’t even think about it.”, one of them hissed.

You felt that the situation became more and more dangerous for you. You had to get out of here now. Had to get those hands off you.

You heard a scream. The hand around your mouth loosened as you tasted the blood.

“That little bitch bit me.”, Goyle cursed. The next moment you felt the flat palm of a hand hitting your face. You stumbled, the grip around your wrist prevented you from falling. There was a ringing in your ear. You felt dizzy.

Your body reacted without you even realizing it.

With your heel, you stepped on the foot of the boy in front of you, before ramming your knee somewhere into his centre. When you felt the grip around your wrist loosen, you broke loose from him. Crabbe was sunken down, while Goyle was still holding his bleeding hand.

And then you ran. You ran for your life, literally.

“Go, get her!”, you heard a voice behind you. But even though you still felt dizzy, your survival instincts kicked in, making you run faster than the two sluggish boys behind you.

And somehow – you weren’t quite sure how yourself – you managed to reach the Fat Lady, gasped the password and stormed through the door.

The party was still in full swing. You staggered into the direction of your dorm, unnoticed by the others since Ginny was with Dean, Ron with Lavender and Harry and Hermione were still gone. When you reached the bathroom, you immediately stripped down and jumped under the shower, rubbing every inch of your body vigorously. It felt as if you were remote-controlled.

Only when you stepped out of the shower and looked into the mirror above the sink, did you slowly start to realize what had just happened. Now you also noticed the small scratch on your temple. A throbbing pain flashed through your head. The ringing in your ear was still louder than the noises of the party downstairs.

Slowly, you put on your pyjamas and crawled into your bed. You felt your heart and your head pounding in the same rhythm, way too fast. But the rest of your body felt numb. Everything felt numb. The only thing you could feel was a small spark of guilt grooming in you. And because of this little spark you had, when Hermione finally entered the dorm as well, your eyes closed and pretended to be asleep, while your hands clenched around the sheets.

When you opened your eyes the next morning, the ringing in your ear was gone but the pounding in your head was still there. It took you a few moments to realize what had happened yesterday. But as the images fleshed through your mind, you buried your face in your pillow again, wanting nothing more than to fall into the sweet nothing of sleep again.

But Hermione had different plans, as she pulled away your blanket.

“(Y/n), c´mon. We´re gonna be late.”

You sat up and buried your face in your hands. Never in your entire life have you felt so miserable.

“Gonna grab a shower.”, you mumbled.

Hermione looked at you irritated.

“We don’t have time for this.”

You didn’t react.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n), are you alright?”

When you finally looked at her, she looked at you worried. When she saw your face, her eyes widened.

“Oh my god. (Y/n), what happened to you?”, she gasped as she saw the scratch on your temple.

You just shook your head, biting your lip, avoiding her gaze.

“(Y/n)?”, her voice was now really soft.

And when she slightly touched your shoulder, you finally broke down.

“You have to report this,” Hermione told you for the fifth time since you had found the words for what had happened to you the last evening. But you just shook your head.

“What should I even tell them?”

“Please, just go to Professor McGonagall…”

“I don’t have any proofs.”

“You are hurt. You could also go to Madame Pomfrey…”

“I don’t want them to think I´m weak.”

“(Y/n) please, just…”

“No, Hermione. No.” You shook your head. You knew this was wrong. You knew you needed to report this. But something hindered you. “C´mon, we´re going to be late. We already missed breakfast.”

But honestly, you weren’t even mad about it. The thought of getting into the Great Hall, all those people and them. No, you were glad to have some more time. Even if it was just until lunch. Because in none of your morning classes were Crabbe or Goyle. Luckily.

That was the only reason you somehow managed to survive the classes. Luckily, Hermione had those classes as well and she didn’t leave your side, blocking all the questions about why you seemed to be so absent-minded today, or what had happened to your face.

But then, sooner than you would have expected, it was lunchtime. Hermione offered to bring you some food to your dorm, but you denied it. You didn’t want to be weak. But as you walked towards the Great Hall, you could feel your heart starting to beat faster. Your hands became sweaty. It felt like millions of ants were crawling through your arms and legs and over the scalp of your head. Your vision became blurry. It felt like you might faint any moment. Maybe the punch on your head had been worse than you thought? You shook your hands and scratched your head, trying to get rid of the strange feeling of numbness that threatened to take over your body. Hermione noticed your breath flattening and took your hand. You squeezed it thankfully.

“You don’t have to do this, you know that right?”, she whispered.

You just nodded, not trusting your voice anymore.

What would happen? Where would they sit? Who would be with them? Have they told anyone? Did everyone already know? Would they make fun of you? Would they get near you?

They had probably already told everyone. Bragged about what they had done to you. But you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction to see you weak.

That’s why you took a deep breath and entered the Great Hall.

Automatically your eyes wandered to the Slytherin table. But you spotted neither Crabbe nor Goyle there. In a panic, you looked around. Where were they? But they were nowhere in the room. Your eyes wandered back to the table of the Slytherins. You only spotted Malfoy sitting there with Zabini and Parkinson. No one else.

But as the three of them spotted you, they fell silent and stared at you.

You felt your cheeks heated. They knew. Of course, they knew. They had probably congratulated the boys for doing this to you.

But you couldn’t be more wrong.

Because little did you know that when Crabbe and Goyle came back to their common room the day before, they were all excited and all proud to tell the others, especially Malfoy, from whom they knew how much he hated you, to tell how they had scared you. But when they had finished their report, looking full of expectation at the others, all they could see was disgust in their faces. Because no matter how deep the hostility between the Slytherins and Gryffindors was, something like that was just unacceptable. Pansy Parkinson, who knew just as any other girl how frightening even small comments or touches could be, excused herself and went to her room, while she swore to herself to never be in a room alone with Crabbe and Goyle again. Even Blaise Zabini, who mostly just cared about himself, told them with a shrug of his shoulders that this had been anything but cool. And Draco Malfoy? He had been sitting there in silence, listening to the two boys who he called his friends and suddenly felt an unknown feeling growing inside of him. And when Crabbe and Goyle told him that he would have probably had his fun too and that if it had been the three of them, they might could have taken it further, something inside of him snapped. And for the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy saw red.

But you didn’t know any of these as you walked down the aisle and towards your friends. Only when you saw Ron sitting there with Lavender, you realized, why you had been even in that corridor yesterday. You looked at Hermione.

“So, where do you want to sit?”

Hermione looked just as precarious as you. But then you saw Harry and Parvati sitting a few meters away from Ron and Lavender. When they saw the two of you, Harry raised his hand as a sign to sit down with them. When you walked toward them you saw them whispering and giggling.

As soon as you sat down, Parvati opened the conversation.

“Have you heard the news?”, she giggled.

Hermione and you shook your head. Honestly, you weren’t even interested in it. Both of you had different things on your mind.

“Crabbe and Goyle, those creepy friends of Malfoy.”, she started. You tensed and shared an anxious look with Hermione. “They are in the hospital wing.”

You raised your eyebrows. You were pretty sure that this wasn’t because of you. But why then?

“What happened?”, Hermione asked as her eyes commuted between Parvati and you.

“Well, no one really knows. But Padma heard from a friend who knows Pansy Parkinson, that Pansy had told her that it is because of Malfoy.”

You raised your eyebrows even more.

“Malfoy?”

“Yeah, apparently they had a huge fight yesterday. Everyone says it was about the Quidditch match. But Pansy had told her friend that it was about something different.”

“And do you know what?” Your voice sounded hollow.

“She said it was about a girl.”, Parvati’s voice was now only a whisper. “I don’t know any details. But it looks like they have done something that made Malfoy furious. Heard they had to separate them. And now the two of them are in the hospital wing. And it doesn’t look like they would get out soon.” She giggled. “Who would have known that Malfoy could actually do something good in this world.”

You nodded absent-mindedly. Your gaze drifted off to the table of the Slytherins. The three people from your year were still watching you. As you caught their gaze, Zabini gave you a short nod, Parkinson twisted her face into some kind of smile and when you looked at Malfoy, he quickly looked away with reddened cheeks. This was enough of a confirmation for you. You gave them a small nod as well before you turned around to Hermione, who had followed your gaze, now looking utterly confused.

And in the next few days it wasn’t just Hermione who was pretty confused, but nearly the whole school. Crabbe and Goyle still hadn’t left the hospital wing. Draco tried his best to avoid you. But Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini who had never been nice to you, or to anyone who wasn’t a Slytherin, suddenly handled you with kid gloves. Especially Pansy, who had asked you by now several times if you wanted to do homework together or eat together. She tried her best to be nice to you and sometimes even towards Hermione, even though she pulled a face any time Hermione showed up, eying her closely. But even though it felt really weird to hang out with Pansy, you somehow enjoyed her company even if it was just to distract yourself and give Hermione some free time since she had enough to deal with herself. Also, you hoped that someday Pansy might tell you what exactly had happened after the… incident. But you were too afraid to bring up the topic herself. And luckily you didn’t have to.

One day, some time had already passed since you started to hang out, Pansy brought it up herself, when she suddenly showed up, while you were in the library.

“I thought you wanted to do something with Draco today?”, you asked in confusion.

Pansy nodded. “I wanted to, but he has to serve detention.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Why?”

Pansy shifted uncomfortably in her chair.

“Because of the thing… you know… with Crabbe and Goyle…”

Your body unintentionally tensed as you heard those names. Some time had already passed and you hadn’t seen them since, but still, it was hard for you to think about them. But also, you were curious about what had happened after the boys had returned to their friends.

“Must have been really bad if he still has to serve detention.” You tried to make your voice sound incidental, but it was shaking.

Pansy giggled. “I think they are lucky to be alive. Draco really went mental when he heard that you were…” She stopped.

You forced yourself to smile. You had never told Pansy about what had happened but she knew from the others.

“I´m really sorry that this happened to you, you know that?”, she whispered.

This time a real smile showed up on your face as you nodded. “I know.”

“And Draco is too.”, she continued, while she eyed you, searching for any signs of discomfort, but you nodded encouragingly. “He thinks it´s his fault.”

“Why´s that?”, you asked irritated.

“Well, they always talked about how much they hated all Gryffindors. How much they hated you.” Somehow you felt your heart clenching at her words.

“But that doesn’t mean he actually did.”, she added quickly. “Honestly, I don’t think he ever did. Hate you, I mean. But now he thinks he encouraged them. And now he feels so horribly sorry he can´t even look you in the eyes.” For the next few minutes, you sat there in silence. Many thoughts raced through your head until you finally made a decision.

“Pansy? Where does Draco serve detention?”

This was a bad idea. A really bad.

You hadn’t been on your own in this castle for some time. But you weren’t alone. It was early evening and there were students all around you. You were safe.

Finally, you reached your destination.

This was a really bad idea.

What would you even want to tell him? It´s not your fault? Thank you? You didn’t even know him that well. How could you even trust him? Pansy had offered to accompany you, but you refused. You needed to do this on your own.

This was a very, very bad idea.

Just as you wanted to turn around again and leave, the door opened.

Draco´s eyes widened in surprise as he saw you standing in front of the classroom.

You smiled at him shyly.

“Hey.”

He cleared his throat. “Hey.”

“Do you… Do you have a moment?”

He nodded.

You walked along the corridor in silence. Your heart pounded in your chest. Finally, you stopped and looked at him. Draco did the same.

“I know what you did.”

He nodded.

You took a deep breath.

“Thank you.”

He raised his eyebrows. “For what?”

“Doing something. If it wasn’t for you, I would have to see them every day and I don’t know if I…” Your voice broke.

Draco took a step towards you, raising his hand as if he wanted to touch your face, but you automatically backed off.

“Sorry.”, he mumbled.

You shook your head. “No, it´s just… it´s strange these days. I don’t know…”

He nodded. “I better leave you alone, I guess. Or should I bring you back to your common room?”

But he did neither of these. Because on your way back to the common room, you started talking about more harmless things. And somehow, you ended up sitting on a sill and just talking. You felt the tension releasing with every second you spent with Draco. You didn’t know why, but you felt safer with that boy you barely knew than with most of the other people around. You just kept talking until it was time for dinner.

But when you stood up, Draco hesitated. You looked at him with narrowed eyes, while he lowered his head, not daring to look at you.

“Draco? What is it?”, you asked.

“I could have done more.” It was just a whisper.

“What?”

“It´s all my fault. I should have known what they were up to, they were my friends. I… I should have protected you.” His voice sounded desperate.

And for the first time you talked about it, you didn’t feel the tension creeping up in your body. You just shook your head and stepped closer to him.

“You didn’t know.”

“I should have.”

“I don’t blame you.”

“I do.”

“Nothing happened.”

“Don’t you dare call this nothing!” He finally lifted his head and looked into your eyes. He looks genuinely upset.

“Well, at least you made sure that they will never dare to do something like this ever again.”, you smiled at him. He returned your smile shyly.

“And if they do, I swear to Salazar, I will end them. Anyone who gets near to you ever again.” You could see in his eyes that he was completely honest.

“Well, I guess I´m safe from now on.”

“You should have always been.”

“I am now. I was so scared the last few weeks but now I feel like it will get better again. Because of you.”

Once again, Draco stepped closer, raising his arms as if he wanted to hug you. This time you didn’t shy away. But this time, he stopped.

“Is that alright for you?”, he asked in a worried tone.

You gave him a small nod. “It is.”

Draco sighted in relief and pulled you in a tight embrace. And when you buried your face in the crook of his neck and listened to his steady heartbeat, you felt your body melting into his warmth and his touch.

He placed a kiss on a small scar on your temple and brought his lips closer to your ear.

“I will protect you (Y/n). Always.”

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