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elysian-i · 2 years

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Priorities

Summary: The reader is basically a horny fuck, her boyfriends been a bit too busy all day & she finally decides to go to him to take care of her problem. (i am an expert at summaries aren't i?💀)

Warnings: Smut :3. Soft fluffy smut, fingering, maybe a small bit of dom/sub? It's pretty vanilla mostly.

a/n: uhm yeah so, hi after idk how many months 💀 this might not be my best work since i haven't written in a long time so keep that in mind. ill try and get back to that kinky shit soon tho. inspired by this request.

NAVIGATION

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Aching, rotting, coveting.

It had been a day, ever since morning started, and you opened your eyes to empty bedsheets and a note scribbled beside your pillow, and a yearning left to rot in you for the rest of the day.

It wasn't too much to ask for your boyfriend to take you in the morning and just give you a productive start for the day right? It wasn't ‘needy’ just a mere necessity.

His stupid fucking note and the even stupider sentences written on it.

“I have quidditch practice today, I won't be able to meet you for the rest of the day.”

-Love, Draco.

Stupid, stupid note and an even more stupid burn in your lower abdomen.

So, for the rest of the horrible day, you went around classes, ate in some, slept in some, studied in some, and missed Draco in all of them.

You missed his hands, and the way they'd intertwine with yours, his kisses on your face, his taunting deep voice— oh god, that voice.

That dreamy deep, beautiful, incredibly arousing voice. The way he'd speak in low whispers as he'd press you down on the bed, and kiss along your naked body, and make promises and love.

His lean body, above yours, meeting your eyes, his hair falling over him temples as he pumps in and out of you, over and over and over.

Shit.

You should not be fucking having sexual fantasies about Draco in Charms class.

You hadn't even seen his face in the morning, not even kissed him.

And just, fuck this shit. Because, if you needed Draco, then you would have him, and he would give himself over to you, because your trusted he would.

He was yours, of course he would take care of you.

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“Uh, Draco?” you said, calling out to him in the locker room. You'd seen him come inside, so surely he'd just be around somewhere.

“Sweetheart?” he said, puzzled. He paused. Stared at you for a moment, then dropped his kit on a bench.

Then you wanted to run back to the castle because he was probably not happy to see you here, he'd been busy all day and now he had to deal with you and—

All of those insecurities got shoved aside as he smiled— warmly— and started to walk over to you.

Two large hands wrapped around you, and tugged you towards him, burying you in his chest and kissing your forehead lovingly.

“Hi” he grinned, looking down at you. You smiled back, reached up and kissed him, hard. There was no point in hiding your want, so you just laid it out.

As though you were a clear parchment and he were the ink which spilled over it.

“Missed you— I missed you so much” you muttered, pulling away, and looking away from his eyes. “I can see that” he laughs, kissing your temple now.

You kissed him again on the mouth, pressing his hard, hot body right against your own. Feeling his skin and then feeling yourself starting to throb even harder.

The way his hair was messy and fell over his forehead, his shirt tight around his muscles. Just— so perfect.

One of his hands found your waist, balancing you, the other in your hair, tugging as your pressed your tongue in his mouth and deepened the kiss— you felt him smirk as you were kissing.

He pulled back after a moment, panting a little, and wickedly smirking.

“Well wow— you're something else today aren't you?” He ran a lanky— veiny— hand through his hair and smiled.

“I just.. need you” you said plainly.

“Need me? How so?” he raised a brow, and reached his hand down to your hip, squeezing hard until you gasped.

He kissed down your neck, and slid his hand into your shirt. “How do you need me, love?”

“Just— please, you know where. But if you're busy then—”

“I'm never busy for you, you're my priority sweetheart”

And that, really had you going. The affirmation, the slight teasing.

“I can't give you what you want unless you tell me”

You glared mildly at him, then grabbed his hand from your hip, and pressed it firmly— between your thighs.

He gasped as he felt you, throbbing, and slick even through the cotton of your panties. He moved his thumb to the apex of it, putting pressure there and licking at your throat now.

He grabbed you by your waist, and pulled you up on a counter. The pulled away only for a moment to put privacy charms around the locker room.

He said nothing, just unbuttoned your blouse, shoved your bra down, pulled your skirt up your hips, parted your thighs and stood between them.

“Pretty” he said to no one but himself, kissed you cheek and pulled your panties to the side. His fingers rubbed a circle around your clit, his eyes— avid, and fixed on the way his hand worked on your cunt.

He kissed along your breast, “This is where you needed it right?” he said, in a low voice, staring into your eyes as he ran a finger along your slit.

“I— yes” you nod, and arch into his fingers. His left hand cups your ass, not at all gently, and he taps his finger at your entrance.

Your legs involuntary part even more, offering yourself to him, he groans at that, and then pushes his finger deep inside until your head falls into the mirror behind you.

He's quick to pull out his finger and shove it back inside. His eyes seemed to have turned black now.

He wrapped his mouth around your nipple, his warm wet mouth, working around it as he pumped his finger.

“Fuck, look at that” he said, looking at the way you fell apart on his finger as he pushed another one inside. Working his hand so so perfectly— grunting at the sight and the sounds.

When his finger pumped harder, and then curled, you left out a whimper, a really loud one at that, and he smirked at it.

He was fucking you hard, taking no pause to give you what you wanted, thrusting his fingers until your thighs started shaking and he could only stare the whispering mess you were.

You gripped his shoulder, hard, pressed nails into him.

“I love how you trust me” he spoke, resting his forehead against yours as he kept fingering you. “My pretty angel just know when to come to me, don't you”

You nodded several times, “Yes, I— I trust you” you sobbed, trying to finally— finally sort out the rot which had been killing you all day.

“Fuck, Draco!” you gasped, and with that, you came. Clenching around his fingers, your legs shaking and your breaths shaky and loud.

Draco seemed to exhale in satisfaction, as if this gave him more pleasure than it did you.

“Was that good for you?” he asked, grinning as he pulled his fingers out and pressed then to his mouth, feeling you on his tongue.

You smiled, “So good”

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onlyawhim · 4 months

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Our Secret - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Draco Malfoy is a boy you should not associate with.. which makes your secret meetings all that more exciting.

(smut!!)

You sat taking in the unmistakable buzz of the Great Hall, watching heaps of food pass from one person to another and hundreds of mumbled conversations occur in between bites of food. The first breakfast after Christmas break was always a hectic one - the grand stories of Christmas and the dread of the re-starting classes buzz through the room.

Your gaze began wandering around the room - listening to the various brags of gifts wasn't quite as entertaining as Draco Malfoy. Perhaps he thought the same thing, as his cold eyes met yours from across the dining hall. Draco shot you a smirk and wink before returning to his regular Slytherin gossip session. Your gaze remained on him, though.

Draco Malfoy is bad. He is cocky, smug, and rude. So why could you never take your eyes off of him? Perhaps his sharp eyes, strong hands, confident nature..

What only you had the pleasure of knowing was how soft he was in private. How he kissed your forehead, stroked your hair, blushed at your compliments - but he didn't want anyone to know these things. So, you stayed private - always jumping at the chance of an empty classroom or dark hallway for secretive meet-ups.

You rip your gaze away from him, being caught staring at the dark, broad man sitting across the room of you one too many times. You're supposed to hate Draco Malfoy. You return your attention to your own table, now seeing that plates are starting to clear and seats are starting to empty.

"Ready to go to class?" Hermione asks, already standing from her seat, books under her arm. Her excitement to return to school was impossible to miss.

"Oh, very." grumbles Ron, also beginning to stand. Harry grumbles a similar sentiment.

You follow along, walking in the huddle of Gryffindors unexcitedly heading to History of Magic. Halfway through the trek, however, you recognize the lightness you feel - your bag is still in the Great Hall.

"Ugh, I forgot my stuff. I'll catch up with you guys."

Your friends throw their "okay"s as you turn around to walk all the way back to the hall. Your curse yourself for being so distracted by Draco that you forgot your things...

Of course, at the thought of him, Draco appears with his posse of slightly stupid and incredibly large sidekicks. Without taking his eyes off you, he sends them orders to keep walking to class without him.

"Y/N, Y/N", he smirks once Crabbe and Goyle are a small distance away, "comin' back for me?"

"You wish, Malfoy." Your blush betrays you.

"I do wish, actually. Was a very long break without you." Luckily your blush wasn't the only traitor - his gaze breaks yours as he drops his head a bit, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. His long, slender hand...

"Well?" you ask, awaiting the usual tradition of entering the nearest empty classroom.

Wordlessly, he grabs your hand and pulls you into the nearest dark room. Shutting and locking the door behind you, he crashes his lips against yours. He pushes you against the door, hands roaming your waist. You moan into the kiss, having missed the taste of him. It was a very long break without him.

Draco pulls you away from the door and moves you to the nearest desk without breaking the kiss. You sit on the desk, pulling him closer with your legs. You can feel him through his pants, already hard. He moves down to your neck, spreading wet kisses all along it, down to your collar bones. He pulls at your shirt, signaling you to take it off.

"It's 8 in the morning" you grumble, pretending to complain as you pull your shirt off.

"I'll take you any chance I get, babe." Draco says, smirking, before meeting your lips again.

You let out a small hum as his hands meet your breasts, tweaking your nipples and kneading the skin. You reach down to his bulge, matching the kneading of your breasts to the kneading of the outline of his cock. He lets out a small moan. Draco pulls at your bottoms now, taking them off himself. Now fully exposed, you recognize how clothed he is. You pull at his shirt, and he accepts your wordless command, pulling his shirt off before reaching for his belt.

"You want me?" he asks, always needing an ego boost.

"Of course not" you mutter, returning to the kiss. He smiles into it as he pulls his belt off, dropping it onto the floor.

He brings his hands to the top of your thighs, switching between caressing the skin and gripping it. You spread your legs further, needing him incredibly bad. He brings his right hand to your center, sliding up and down the slit with your wetness.

"All for me?" he asks, already knowing the answer.

"Always, Draco" you answer, moaning at the feeling of his rough hands.

At this, he applies more pressure, now focusing on your clit. Rubbing in circles, you let out a whiny moan, dropping your head to his shoulder. He chuckles, removing his hands from you to unbutton his pants.

Pulling out his large cock, you smile at the bright red tip that's already dripping precum in anticipation. He pulls you to the edge of the desk, wrapping your legs around him. His tip meets your slit, a feeling that you had thought about all through break.

Draco rubs his tip over your dripping hole and your aching clit as you let out a small moan.

"Please" you whimper.

"Yes ma'am" he smirks, guiding his tip to your hole once again.

He slowly enters you all the way to the hilt. Draco lets out a groan as he rests his hand around your neck, as you let out a whimper at the feeling of being so full.

"Feel so good" he praises quietly.

He picks up the pace as he begins gripping at the hair at the base of your neck. You moan at the feeling. He meets his lips at yours once again, giving you sloppy and intense kisses.

The sound of your wetness makes the feeling even more intense - only he could do this to you. You moan a bit louder as he hits your g-spot.

"Right there" you gasp.

He continues his menacing pace, now aiming at that small button inside you.

"Right there?" he asks cockily, pulling your hair so that your eyes meet. His other hand drops to your clit, rubbing fast circles.

You let out a louder moan, throwing your head back as you feel your release build.

"Please, please, please" you start chanting.

"Cum for me baby" he says, continuing his hard thrusts and rough circles on your clit.

You do - all for him. You feel it snap inside you, the pleasure overtaking your body. Your legs begin shaking as you whine and moan. This sight alone is enough to send Draco over the edge, pumping his cum into you. He slows his pace as you both come down, the hand that was on your clit now on your thigh.

Panting, you drop your head to his shoulder again.

"So good" you mumble. He just smiles, bringing a hand to the back of your head, stroking your hair.

After a moment of peace, reality re-enters and the panic of having missed a majority of your first class begins.

"Draco! You made me miss History of Magic! Now I have to come up with an excuse" you grumble, reaching for your clothes.

"Poor thing" he mocks. "At least you'll be able to go into your next class with my cum dripping out of you. Bringing me with you..." he laughs.

You playfully slap his arm. "I hate you".

"It seems like it" he says, leaning in for a peck before putting on his own clothes.

You both wordlessly scramble to make yourselves presentable again - a routine both of you were both used to, and a bit fond of. You stand in front of each other as you reach to smooth his shirt, as he reaches and smooths your hair. He smiles a bit before leading you to the door.

"Have fun in the rest of History of Magic" he says sarcastically.

"Oh, always" you agree, smiling at him.

Draco kisses you once more before peaking outside the door and walking to class. You also look both ways before rushing to the Great Hall for your bag - retuning to your original mission. Once grabbing the bag that was sitting under your seat, you sling it onto your back and rush to Professor Binns' room.

You approach the door, take a deep breath, and enter the room. Luckily, Binns is so wrapped up in the fascinating topic, you were able to slip right in and sit at your usual table with Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

Harry shoots you a questioning look, while Hermoine takes the less subtle route. "Where have you been?!" she whisper yells.

"You get lost or something?" Ron says sarcastically, looking at you confused.

"It's a big school" you smile, shrugging.

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rainyreading · 4 months

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admire me in the morning

draco malfoy x reader

a/n: I deactivated my account a couple years back, but i’m back now and ready to write. I’m posting this again but I have more new stuff coming soon.

Draco couldn't help but stay awake. He knew the sun would be starting to rise in a few short hours and the night would be no longer, but right now he didn't seem to care. No he did not because right now the love of his life was looking breathtaking, sleeping peacefully next to him.

She was clad in nothing but his sweatshirt, merlin he loved her in his clothes. He couldn't help it that his mind was turning smoothly and calmly with thoughts of nothing but her. Which was quite opposite to his heart, racing and running and thumping, laced with love, almost mind numbing. He was in disbelief that she was his and she possibly loved him just as much as he lover her.

She looked so beautiful, so stunning. Her lips parted with soft breathes leaving her mouth, snuggled next to him. The moon outside leaving a little glow into the room giving her face softness and light.

His hand reached out to brush some stray hairs that fell on her face, smoothing them back. His hand not want to leave as his thumb stroked her cheek, "pretty baby" he muttered.

She lightly stirred, he moved his hands to rest on her hips, under her sweater on her skin, drawing her even closer. He began massaging her hip bones, thumbs brushing up her sides.

His touch drawing her out of her sleep, she mumbled softly, "Dracoo."

"Go back to sleep, my love."

She tucked her head into his chest pushing lightly, her hand slide up, to his neck, finally reaching his cheek, "what about you? you need to rest, want you to go to sleep too," she whispered almost incoherently in her tired state.

He turned and pressed a kiss to her palm "I will."

"Are you ok?" she asks still not opening her eyes wrapping her arms around him, and hugging him tightly. She was wondering why her lover was not in dreamland at this hour. Draco danced his fingers up her back and spine, trying to lull her back to sleep.

He kisses her forehead and his nose nudged the spot before he speaks, "just admiring you darling."

He can feel her smile, "well, admire me in the morning." He chuckles at this, because he will and he does almost every new day the sun brings and he wakes up next to his girl. He believes he's in heaven in the morning light, so he thinks it's an almost guarantee that he will.

She leaned back eyes barley opening just this once "want to you to rest" she drowsily repeated. she's absolutely adorable he thought. he pressed his forehead to hers, nose nudging hers, "whatever you want angel," only ever wanting to make her happy.

She burrows her face back in to his chest, relaxing and exahaling as her body becomes tired again.

So, Draco hugs her close and he eventually does fall asleep, when he makes sure she has, both content in their lovers arms.

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dreamingonfilm · 1 year

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✧˖*°࿐ Pretending | D.M

Draco Malfoy x reader, angst

Summary: In which you watch as Draco slowly falls out of love with you, knowing there’s nothing you can do about it.

W/C: 782

a/n: this silly little blurb was inspired by Washing Machine Heart by Mitski!

You could tell by the way that he looked at you, that he was not yours anymore.

With every passing day, you found yourself alone in a corridor waiting for him to surprise you, to give you a kiss good-morning as you two would walk to get breakfast as you usually do. At first it was slow, he’d be five minutes late, then ten, thirty, but now – here you were. Alone in a corridor with nothing left but the memories of the boy who once loved you.

On the days that he used to take you to breakfast, he would make your tea just how you liked it. You’d drink it and smile, each morning, this small act of endearment was just enough. Enough for you to continue the day basking in the love that you and Draco had for each other.

The later he was to pick you up in the corridor, the more you’d have to remind him about how you liked your tea. He’d forget the sugar, he’d serve it without honey, and soon enough – just like the empty halls – you’d find yourself staring at an empty porcelain cup. Aching to fill it up with his love, but knowing that he wasn’t there anymore.

Whenever you’d have the privilege of running into him, he’d offer you a small smile. You’d run up to the platinum-haired boy, expecting him to give you a kiss on the nose like how he used to, but all he would do is stare. His eyes no longer full of the adoration they once had, but now empty and confused – as if you were a mere stranger.

But how were you to tell him that you know him? The way he’d look whenever he starts to fall asleep on the common room couch, the way his heart beats whenever you’d find yourself entangled in his arms underneath a willow tree, the way that his voice sounds like on rainy spring mornings. He was well too intertwined with you.

So you would scream it out. Your lungs burning as you yelled – all your anger coming out all at once. Your head pounding as you got louder and louder. Your fist ached as you collided with them into his chest. All he could do was stare. This was you shouting into the void, shouting “I love you,” and begging, “Take all of me; I give myself to you,” a testimony of love that would be cut off by his voice echoing all throughout your body.

“This isn’t you.”

And maybe he was right.

But you would try again, and again, and again, until you would get it right. Until you turned into something that he could look at without having to glance the other way. Until your tea becomes easier for him to memorize. Until the halls would be filled with the sound of his footsteps clashing with your own. You would trace his scars and make them yours, how was this not you? Your love was his to keep.

It took time, but soon enough you were there in his room again. His heavy breathing in the nape of your neck as you brushed your hands through his hair. You’d run your fingers through the knots, and would laugh when he’d complain. His hands softly rubbing circles onto your bare stomach as he would mumble incoherent words onto your skin.

He would whisper that he loves you and glare into your eyes. A lazy smile appearing on his face, but he was not looking at you.

And so you would cry into his bedsheets, you’d swear to yourself that you’d curse her name until the day you’d die, the scent of his pillow now drowning you as you make out her perfume. How could you have been so blind?

“It’s not me you want, is it?”

And he would nod.

You’d stare at your reflection in his eyes, but it wasn’t you anymore. Your face shifting into the image of her, your nose changing shape as your hair grew into the long cascading ray that fell upon her shoulders. Yes, he was looking into your eyes, kissing your shoulder blades, holding you tightly underneath the covers, but you weren’t what he was seeing.

A string of apologies would flow from out of his mouth, but it was not his fault. Here you were on a ledge, begging for him to help you, but all he could do was whisper her name into the piercing cold air. It brushes past your cheek as you let go.

And you’d fall into the water, holding onto the idea that maybe one day he could be yours again.

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roonilwazlibimagines · 5 months

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reliable - d.m x potter!daughter

Blurb: the five or so times potter!daughter calls James and the one time she calls draco

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: this is good and then okay, but i love potter!daughter and have so much to say about her. based on this

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It wasn’t until they first moved into their house that Draco realised she had a minor obsession with calling her father.

They had barely spent two nights in the new house when he was lying on their couch, The Daily Prophet in his hand as he tried to focus on the words printed in front of him. It was late at night so it took him a moment to realise that she was mumbling something from the kitchen.

Knowing she still wasn’t convinced about having a house elf, he couldn’t imagine that was who she would be talking to so he quickly put The Daily Prophet aside to see who she could be talking to at this hour.

“I think it might have something to do with the plumbing, but I’m not entirely sure.” He moved around the boxes they were still yet to unpack to find her sending a patronus.

“Dad,” she said, “I don’t know what to do.” She sent the patronus and when she turned around to find Draco watching her she smiled, making her way over to him and forcing herself into his arms.

“What’s up, my love?” He asked, immediately wrapping his arms around her and bringing her closer to him. She could smell the mint on his breath as she looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest as she did so.

“The hot water isn’t working,” she pouted.

“Can’t the house elf fix it?” It was a genuine question which was why he was mildly offended when she scoffed.

“The house elf is sleeping, I don’t want to wake him up.” She took a step back, the muscles in her neck tensing up at the awkward position.

“But waking your dad up is fine?”

She scoffed again, folding her arms over her chest.

“Do we even know if the house elf knows how to fix this? I know my dad does and he doesn’t go to sleep until later anyway.”

Draco had an amused look on his face that only made her frown deepen.

“Besides,” she said, feeling the need to continue, “you act as if my dad doesn’t love hearing from me.” She stuck her chin out at him in a childish manner making him playfully shake his head as he reached out to squeeze at the flesh on her hips. If there was one thing he knew to be true it was that James Potter would never complain about hearing from his daughter, no matter what time it was.

James didn’t come until the next morning. Much too early for Draco’s liking - not that he would ever admit that - but he thought this was all pretty normal. It was no surprise to him that he was at his daughter’s beck and call and he wasn’t at all shocked that she had chosen the help of her father over the help of a house elf knowing that she had not grown up with one and still wasn’t convinced they needed one.

And he wasn’t with his wife at every hour of the day, so he had no clue how often these calls to her father took place.

It wasn’t until a couple of months later that he heard her call her father again.

“Dad,” she said, not too quietly in the middle of the shop, “how much is too much for floo powder?” Draco was glad that she sent the patronus before he let out a snort.

Her head snapped towards him.

“What?”

“Are you serious?” He asked, knowing that she most definitely was.

“I don’t know what’s an appropriate price for floo powder.” They were standing in front of a bunch of different floo powders, with a large price range. If Draco was being honest, he too didn’t know the appropriate price for floo powder, but he just wanted to tease his wife about how reliant she was on her father, sue him.

“You could have asked me,” he teased.

“Please,” she scoffed, turning around to look back at the different types of floo powder. “We both know your house elf did that stuff.”

She was right and Draco didn’t have anything to say back, but fortunately, James Potter was quick to get back to his youngest child and he was saved by his patronus.

“The more expensive stuff will give you a smoother ride, but really, you’re just paying for the brand name. The cheaper stuff though often gets stuck in your throat so I’d go somewhere in the middle. Usually about a galleon a pound is pretty average, we always use Floo-Pow and it’s usually on special. Let me know if you need anything else, I love you lots.”

Draco couldn’t help the snigger that had escaped him which earnt him a mean glare from the pretty girl picking up a container of Floo-Pow.

Before she could put it in the basket, Draco snatched it out of her hand. She let out a sigh that Draco ignored and looked at him expectantly as he analysed the container.

“I don’t think we buy this one.”

“Well which one did you buy?”

Draco shrugged, “probably the most expensive one.” He put Floo-Pow back on the shelf and reached over her to grab one at the end of the shelf. “Wildsmith sounds familiar,” he muttered, putting it in the basket she was carrying.

“Hey,” she wined, “we don’t need the most expensive one.”

“Well I don’t know about you my love, but I want a smoother ride with nothing getting stuck in my throat.”

“But you’re just paying for the brand name,” she whined, as if this was something she had always known and had stood by her entire life.

“You’re literally just repeating what your dad said.” He couldn’t understand why she cared about the price of this anyway, it was not like she had to pay for it nor was money ever an issue in their relationship.

She shrugged her shoulders, taking out the container Draco had put in her basket and replacing it with the one her dad had recommended.

“Because he knows these things,” she explained, as if it was obvious. Draco knew that if he rolled his eyes he may not be able to call anyone his wife anymore so he refrained from doing so.

“Fine,” he grumbled, reaching back over her to grab the container she had put back in the wrong spot, “we get both and then decide which is better.”

“Deal.”

It was also no surprise to Draco that his wife thought that anything her father said was fact. Nor was he really surprised that she had sent a patronus to him for this. She valued his opinion and even if he loved to tease her about it, he knew what it was like to value the opinion of your father even for something as simple as floo powder.

But it was only later that day when she called for her father again. They were unpacking everything they had bought, placing both of their preferred floo powders on top of the mantle. Draco didn’t say anything when she didn’t call for the house elf to unpack the bags he had carried in and had asked him to help her unpack. But he had naturally assumed that she would be happy to let the house elf make them dinner.

But when he had suggested it her head had snapped towards him and suddenly she was taking long strides towards him and raking her fingernails up and down his chest, pouting up at him and whining that, “it would be so romantic if we cooked together though don’t you think so baby?”

James Potter’s daughter wasn’t used to hearing the word ‘no’ and Draco understood why. It was why he was listening to her tell the story about how her grandmother, James’ mother, always used to make this pasta dish that was ‘just her absolute favourite!’ and how she always made it whenever she new her son and his family were coming over because she knew that her granddaughter loved it.

“So you’ve been spoiled your whole life then?” Draco liked to tease her, but he genuinely liked the story. Pasta was her favourite food, and now he knew why.

She was cutting up a carrot and Draco had snaked his arms around her waist, letting his head fall into the nape of her neck.

“I can’t help that I was her only granddaughter.” She knew Draco was teasing, but she couldn’t help but grumble it out. “Besides,” she continued, a confident look on her face, “you’re one to talk.”

And he knew she was right.

Draco was happy to stay like this. Not only could he smell his favourite perfume that he always bought her, but she had just washed her hair and the ends were tickling the tips of his nose. And he knew that when she finished cutting the carrot, he would move and start helping her again, but he really just wanted a few more seconds in this position.

But all of a sudden she stopped moving and Draco pulled his head up to see what was wrong.

“Huh.” Was the only word that left her pretty lips before she was moving out of Draco’s grasp to go to the fire place.

Part of Draco was curious to see what she doing and the other part of him had nothing better to do but follow her, so that was what he did.

Without uttering a word to him, she knelt down on the ground and putting some of her floo powder in the fire, she quickly stuck her head in.

Draco was standing behind her. He couldn’t help but admire the curve of her back in her bent position, but the thought was quickly put to the back of his mind when she said, “Dad, finally, it took you long enough to answer.”

Draco was glad that her back was towards him so she couldn’t see the way his eyes rolled at her impatience. It had barely been a minute in James Potter’s defence.

“Sorry princess,�� he could hear James say, “what’s up?”

“Dad,” she repeated as if this was an urgent matter, and Draco couldnt help thinking that given her sudden need to call her father, it was. “What wine did Gradma have with that pasta she always made me?”

Draco couldn’t believe it. She didn’t even like wine! Sure, she drank it when there was nothing else available, but he had never seen her drink wine willingly and he knew that she was not going to be drinking any wine tonight. Was this really that urgent?

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t even hear James reply, but he did hear them say goodbye and watch her stand back up, a beaming smile on her face.

“I can’t believe I forgot that!”

Draco, like the good husband he was, prompted her to tell him more about her experiences with her grandmother, but really, he was just trying to understand why it was so important she just had to call her father for a question that could have been answered at any time.

Draco had seen his wife call or complain to her father about very frivolous things. When they were just boyfriend and girlfriend and Draco would spend dinner at their house in Godric’s Hollow, he once made a joke to her that if he drank everytime the word, Dad!’ left her mouth, he wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a month.

They were sitting on the family lounge, just the two of them after she had made her father make Harry move. ‘Dad! Harry’s being annoying and won’t leave us alone.”

He was sitting with his back leant against the back of the lounge and she was sitting crosslegged, facing him, playing with the tips of his fingers. But when he got out his ‘joke’ she dropped his hand and stared at him dumbfounded for a solid five seconds before she yelled out, ‘Dad!’ She kept eye contact with him. ‘Draco’s being mean to me.’

But he thought that when they moved out together she would grow independent. Or that she would at least start to rely on him rather than her father, but he quickly learnt that that was not going to happen anytime soon.

It was only a couple days later when their owl brought their mail. She had taken it from the owl, given it a little treat and was now giving Draco a run down of the letters they had received.

“This one’s from your mum,” she said, passing him a letter. “This one’s from your work.” She gave him another. “This one is for me.” She put it to the side. Draco was watching her go through the letters and his eyebrows furrowed together when she paused at the next one. He watched her open it and read it intently. And then he watched her send a patronus to her father. “Dad,” she said, “do we really need floo insurance?”

Draco knew that now that they had their own floo network, they would have to get floo insurance, but he bit his tongue, not wanting to start a fight on their one morning this week together. But really, if she had just taken two seconds to tell him what the letter was about he would have told her that he was already in talk with the insurance company and they only needed the paperwork to be processed before the insurance was finalised. Sure, Draco could have told her this before but he didn’t think it was something she was interested in and he didn’t want her to worry about it.

No, he was going to tell her. They could talk about this. They were adults.

Draco went to open his mouth to tell her that he needed to start trusting him more than her dad because he had already sorted it out, but he was cut off by the one and only James Potter. Well, his patronus.

“Good morning princess, yes, you should have floo insurance. Draco should know what to do, but if he isn’t sure let me know and I’ll help you set it up. I love you lots.”

“Do you know what to do?”

Draco didn’t mean for his spoon to clank so loudly against his bowl, but it did and he couldn’t take it back.

“Does it matter? I’m sure you’d feel better if your dad did it anyway.”

She frowned at his words.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” he sighed, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have snapped. I’ve already dealt with the floo insurance, it should all be processed by Tuesday.”

“Who did you go with? Were they cheap? What does it cover? Should I ask my dad to see who they are with?”

“No,” he said a bit too quickly, cutting her off slightly and making her frown once more.

“I feel like something’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong, I just,” Draco sighed, running a hand through his already messy morning hair, “sometimes I get jealous about how much you rely on your dad still.”

She softened at his confession, immediately getting up out of her chair to go and sit on his lap. He welcomed her in his arms, wrapping them around her hips as she held his face in the palm of his hands.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’ve just always relied on my dad and I know he will never be bothered by me no matter how stupid my questions are.”

“You could never bother me either, you know that right? Even when I’m at work. No matter what, you come first.”

She did know because Draco had never made her feel stupid. Of course, he teased her relentlessly, but not once had he ever made her feel inferior and always gave genuine responses to whatever she said or asked. But hearing Draco actually say it made her feel even better and she made a silent promise to start making her beautiful husband feel relied on.

She still called her dad almost everyday. It was often Draco would come home to find her sending a patronus to him. ‘Dad, you haven’t answered me all day.” “Dad, where’s mum?” “Dad, Harry is being a literal child. Tell him to grow up.”

Draco was happy for James to sort that one out. And he didn’t mind that she still spent lots of time talking to her dad through the fire place.

“Dad, you’ll never guess what happened to me today when I was making lunch.” “Dad, you’ll never guess who I saw at Flourish and Botts today.” “Dad, what did Sirius tell you the other day/.”

Because she kept to her promise and now, Draco was also receiving various patronus messages from her.

“Draco, the floo insurance people are saying that we are late for a payment, but that’s not a thing, right?”

“Draco, can you please pick up some more Sleekeazy’s hair potion on your way home. I’d send the house elf but he said he wasn’t feeling well and I feel bad.” “Draco, Gringrotts are trying to charge me for entering our vault, that’s not normal right?”

Draco loved it. He loved seeing her patronus make it’s way into his office for everyone to see that he had a wife who he loved and who loved him and trusted him.

It was a normal Wednesday afternoon when her patronus entered his office and he already had a dumb smile on his face, wondering what question his pretty wife had for him today.

“Draco,” instantly, he could tell that this wasn’t one of her usual patronus messages, her voice was small and in pain, “I think I splinched myself and I don’t know what to do.”

Draco was up and trying not to curse her for not sending her location in the message. He was quick to send one back, saying that she was going to be okay, she just needed to tell him where she was right now.

She was in Diagon Alley, just outside Ollivander’s. Draco didn’t bother to tell anyone he was leaving, he was the boss and he didn’t have time to tell them he had to go. His girl needed him.

He took long strides to get to her and when he was in ear shot she said, “I’m sorry, I know I could have asked someone else but I wanted you.” She wasn’t crying which was a good sign, but Draco wasn’t convinced he wasn’t going to start at her words.

“Where’d you splinch yourself my love?”

“My pinky.” She held up her left pinky finger and found that the top part had been cut off. Nothing that a quick regrowth potion couldn’t fix, but still, Draco could sympathise, quite scary.

He grabbed it in is own hand and he gave it a kiss just under the little specks of blood.

“C’mon my love, lets get you to St Mungo’s.”

She held onto him as he apparated her and they were happy to give her a quick regrowth potion and make her sit for fifteen minutes to ensure she was okay.

“I’m sorry,” she frowned as Draco sat down next to her in the waiting area.

“Why?” He wrapped her arm around her and she rested her head on his chest.

“I feel like I’m always bugging you with quesitons at work and now you had to leave because of me.”

“Don’t be,” he pushed his head down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “I told you, you always come first.”

After fifteen minutes she was given the okay to leave.

“Draco,” she said, “will you please apparate me back home first?” She had such a sad look on her face that he couldn’t say no. Not that he was going to anyway.

But even after they arrived home, she still had such a sad look on her face that Draco would have done anything to make it go away.

“Have fun back at work.” She was already burying herself in his chest, hugging him goodbye.

“Don’t be ridiculous my love.” She pulled back instantly, giving him a quizzical look. “You’re injured, I can’t leave you.”

“No, Draco,” she sighed, “I can’t make you stay home to look after me, it was only a small cut and I promise I’m fine.”

“I don’t care, I can’t leave my girl injured.”

She smiled at that and Draco was happy to lead her over to the lounge where he made her sit while he made her a cup of tea.

That night, they had been invited to Godric’s Hollow for their weekly dinner as James and Lily missed their children.

“Do you think you’ll be okay to go?” Draco teased.

“I’ll try to be brave.”

But Draco didn’t even suggest apparating and instead made his way over to the fireplace, getting her floo powder ready for her as she wrapped her coat around herself.

She went first and even though Draco followed immediately after, she was still about halfway through her splinching story by the time he got there.

“Are you okay dear?” Her mum asked, coming over to inspect where the splinching had occurred.

“Yeah, lucky it was just my pinky finger,” she said, pointing it up to show them.

“You should’ve called me!” James scolded and Draco had only seen this emotion on his wife once or twice before, but he knew that she was embarrassed.

“Oh, well, I mean,” she stuttered a bit more before she finally got it out. “I called Draco.”

“Oh,” James said, taking a small step back.

“He took really good care of me though,” she said very quickly, taking his hand into hers as he took a step closer to her, “he even stayed home from work to make sure I was really okay.”

Draco was relieved to see a genuine happy look on James Potter’s face.

“Good,” he said, bringing a hand to pat Draco on the back, “I’m glad you have someone you can rely on.”

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dracoslittleangel · 2 years

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oKAY hmmm draco teasing you in class because you're doing some cute habit (i.e. sticking your tongue out while writing, or bouncing your knee)? i know that's not really specific aaa tell me if you want more detail lol

a/n: mwahahaha guess who's back👀 yessir! wi here, is back(probably) andddd I was gonna start with some angst but decided against it coz why not? anywayyy, hope you all like this, it's been so long since I last wrote🥺also, it's gonna be a headcanon.

y'all would be sitting in class waiting for Professor Sprout to show up. Draco is sitting beside you ofcourse.

Professor Sprout is going to take a test and let's just say herbology is not your best subject. You wait for her anxiously and start fidgeting with your hands.

draco notices this and takes a hold of your right hand and brings it up to his lips and places a chaste kiss on your knuckles, looking at you straight in the eye.

he then leans closer and whispers,"you will be alright, darling." you'd be blushing like hell by this point. even after about a year of dating, this boy makes you feel so many new things everyday.

you look down to hide the rose tint covering your face and he chuckles and kisses your cheek.

Professor Sprout eventually arrives and handovers the question parchments and you start writing.

when draco is finished with his test, he looks towards you to see you still writing. he almost chuckles when he sees your tongue dart out which draco has noticed happens when you're doing something with full concentration.

he doesn't disturb you at that time.

when you finish your test, you look at him and he darts his tongue out too as a way to tease you pout and look the other way to hide your smile.

"you look cute when you're concentrating",he whispers into your ear considering students are still writing the test.

"you,draco malfoy, are a flirt", you squint your eyes at him, trying your best to hide your blush.

"only for you", he winks at you and looks forward to see if Professor Sprout was looking before stealing a kiss on the lips, leaving you like a mess.

a/n: how was ittttttt. so long since I last wroteeee

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cutielando · 3 months

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Hello can I request draco with a gryffindor reader who happens to be the daughter of both Ares and Aphrodite. How would her parents react when their daughter wanted to marry a former death eater after the battle of hogwarts?

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Being the daughter of two Gods came with many difficulties.

With your status came responsibilities, obligations and burdens. Things were expected of you, you needed to reflect well on your parents and your kind.

Studying at Hogwarts had been your way out, your one place where you could be yourself without people breathing down your neck, without being judged for every little thing that you would do. It was your escape.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, that place had forever disappeared from your life. You were back in your closed-off world, living to please the people around you, make them proud and give them someone to show-off and brag about.

However, there was one person whom you reconnected with that gave you your freedom back.

Draco Malfoy.

During the war, you had had to cut off contact with him because of your opposing positions in the war, your parents having forbidden you from associating with Death Eaters or anyone who might tarnish their stellar reputation, as a matter of fact.

You and Draco had just secretly started dating before the war broke out, cutting contact being the most hurtful thing you've had to do. Having just found someone to love you for who you were, and immediately having to let them go.

When you reconnected after the war, it seemed like two pieces of a puzzle reunited after a long time without each other. You finally felt like you were at home again, safe and sound in the arms of the one you loved.

There was just one problem.

Your parents.

The fear that crippled your heart at the thought of them meeting Draco was paralyzing. You knew how they felt about Death Eaters, and despite Draco leaving those days behind, that wouldn't matter to them. He would still be evil in their eyes.

Draco was the one who insisted that he meet them. He was positive that he could change their minds and make them see that he was good for you, that those days were long behind him and he wasn't evil at heart as they had concluded.

You weren't so sure, but you figured you had nothing more to lose. The worst your parents could do was lock you away for good, but it wasn't anything that you hadn't previously been through.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you asked Draco for the twentieth time as you stopped before the grand door that sat in front of you.

You had been very evasive with details about your boyfriend when you told your parents you would be bringing him to dinner, which sparked their curiosity even more.

But not in a good way.

"Love, we have to get this done. We can't hide away forever" he caressed your cheek, sensing how nervous you truly were.

"Yes, we can. There's nothing stopping us. They don't care about my life anyway, and I know what they're going to say already. This is all really unnecessary" you tried to reason with him, trying to convince him just how bad this idea was in your eyes.

"I want to meet your parents, and regardless of what they say, I'm not giving up on us. Whatever comes our way, we'll deal with it together" looking into his gray eyes, you felt comfort.

Without realizing it, you found yourself nodding and taking his hand, finally entering the place you had been dreading to enter for the past few days.

Immediately, as soon as you stepped foot into the house, servants bombarded you left and right, not even sparing Draco a second glance as they focused on you.

"Master and Mistress are awaiting you in the grand ballroom" one of the servants informed you before disappearing with the others into another room.

You glanced once more at Draco before letting out a big breath, and beginning your journey towards the ballroom.

Once stopped in front of the entrance, you raised your hand to knock, but the doors opened on their own before you got the chance.

"Hello Mother, hello Father" you greeted your parents, both of them conversing with their backs turned to you.

"Sit" your mother's sweet yet icy voice spoke, not turning around yet.

You glanced at Draco with the corner of your eyes, but followed suit nonetheless.

Both of you took a seat next to each other, clearing your throat and keeping your hand clasped in his.

Your parents, Ares and Aphrodite, God of war and Goddess of love and beauty, now stood facing you, eyeing you down wearily. You were accustomed to their intense gaze, but it hurt Draco to look at them.

"Who have you brought here?" your mother asked, her eyes scanning your boyfriend.

By the way she was looking at him, you could already sense her suspicion.

"This is my boyfriend, Draco. Draco, these are my parents"

"It's an honor to meet you both," Draco said nervously.

Your father stared him down, cracking his knuckles.

"What is this young man doing in my house? Do you have no respect for us? Don't you know what he did in the war?" the booming voice of your father echoed off the walls, his fist hitting the long table that stood between you.

You didn't even flinch, accustomed already to his outbursts. There was a reason why he was the God of war, after all.

Clearing your throat, you held your head high and looked at your father.

"I am aware of Draco's actions during the war, but I am also aware of the fact that he did not participate willingly in any of them. He was being forced by his father, who is now residing in Azkaban for his crimes. I know you despise the lot, but Draco is not like them. He never was and he never will. I ask of you that you give him a chance and get to know him before making any judgements" your father was fuming, but you could your mother smiling from the corner of your eyes.

She had always encouraged you to fight for the ones you love, and this was the first time you had really stood up to your father like this.

"I don't want to hear this right now" he turned around and stormed out of the room, something you had known was going to happen.

"Don't worry, my dear. I will speak to your father. Draco, consider yourself welcomed to the family" your mother caressed his shoulder before graciously following after your father.

Left alone in the room, you let out a big sigh of relief, not quite believing what had just happened.

"I told you so" Draco teased, bumping your shoulders.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

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delqcate · 6 months

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-–— AUTUMN CHILL : FLUFFTOBER DAY 2

day two is finally here!! just a small sort of disclaimer, i have never experienced autumn/fall before but i am a lover of the season and aesthetic so this is just my idea based off of photos and films. also i'm back to my roots i love that for me 🫶 | flufftober | navigation

p.s. i appreciate your guy's love for the first fic. jellydoger liking my fic was definitely a small fangirl moment for me

summary: a game of hide and seek in the forbidden forest ends with worry over your cold hands

warnings/cw: no use of y/n , lots of descriptions , lmk if there's more

word count: 0.7k

paring: draco malfoy x you

Hogwarts always had a special charm to it when the chilly seasons came. The castle was already decorated with pumpkins and the air had never felt better, oh, and the leaves. The crunch as you step on them, how beautiful they look on or off the trees. Autumn in Hogwarts was definitely something worth experiencing.

Which is how you were able to trick Draco into a small game of hide and seek with you after some drinks in The Three Broomsticks. "I know you're here somewhere, darling. The leaves aren't really your best friend today." He calls out in a teasing manner while you were trying your hardest to not step on said leaves, no matter how crunchy they seemed.

The closer he got, the more you started to rethink your hiding spot. There weren't many places to hide in the forbidden forest besides trees, trees, and more trees— and as tempting as hiding in the leaves would be, that would be too much work— so you had to act fast and quick.

You quickly found a clear path but Draco was always close behind, staying still and silent to find you quicker. As you continued to run, you were definitely running out of breath, so as soon as you found a big enough tree to hide behind, you sat there and scanned your eyes all over the forest. Shades of orange and red fill your vision.

He felt close by as if he was right behind you. You weren't too tense since besides harmless creatures frolicking around, it was just the both of you, but you still had to keep your guard up. Something did catch your eye though: a leaf in the shape of a heart. Some parts of it were bent, but it also seemed natural.

A smile grew on your face as you continued to look at it, carefully pocketing it with the worry of getting it crushed. What you didn't realize, was that Draco—

"Boo!" He quickly taps your shoulders and yells, laughing as you flinch and slap his arm instinctively. "Draco!" Your breath was heavy, but you couldn't help but let out a laugh as well. He crouches beside you, your back pressed up against the tree and your legs curled up to your chest.

He had a soft smile on his face, perfect gray-blue eyes, and beautiful, kissable lips. He was perfect in your eyes, you were perfect in his. He leans in and gives your lips a soft peck before taking your hands in his.

"Your hands are freezing, love. I told you, you should've worn your gloves." He frowns, slipping off his own. "It's fine, I promise. I don't need yours, don't worry." She takes his hands to stop him, but he gently nudges them away, slipping one of his gloves on your hand.

"If you won't take both, at least take one. Mother made them..." He smiles, admiring the black gloves with the signature 'M' embroidered on the top with silver.

You look at the glove with a smile, it didn't fit properly, but it felt like it did too. Your eyes meet his and you let out a soft giggle as you noticed his face, his nose was pink, as well as his cheeks. You gave a soft kiss on all three spots, his cheeks seemingly getting more pink.

"The autumn chill hasn't been too kind to you now, hasn't it?" You tilt your head to the side a little to admire his face a little more, a small smile on your face. He chuckles and shakes his head, his blonde hair moving along.

"Maybe, maybe not. How about we warm up in the castle? The others are probably there as well anyways." He stands up and offers a hand to you, taking it graciously. "Sure. Oh, I wanna show you something I found!" You say as your smile grows wide, pulling out the leaf you found.

"Isn't it beautiful?" There was a sparkle in your eye, he loved that about you. He nods and smiles wide, wrapping an arm around you as if to warm you up from the cold weather. "Mhm, just like you." He kisses your head as both of you walk back to the warmth of the castle.

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ameliora-j · 2 years

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girllll ik this sounds weird but what if you do dom!poly!dron (ofc mean draco and soft ron) with a breeding kink and a spanking kink and they put a pussy plug in you to keep their cum in sorry if it sounds weird tho 🤭👏🏾

cw: dp, degradation, cnc, slapping, spitting, overstimulation, mxm, read the ask for more

“come on little slut, get up” draco commands gruffly, slapping your ass. the action causes you to whimper, and the skin that he’d struck sets ablaze. he and ron had already worked to pull multiple orgasms from you—which you’d lost count of, the two of them each only cumming once. your whole body shook as you wiggled to be on your hands and knees.

ron slotted himself beneath you, gently cupping your face in his hand. “hey there princess” he whispered, stroking over your tear stained cheek with a gentle, callused thumb.

“hi daddy” you whined, burying yourself in his chest.

“there’s our girl” he winked at draco, who was knelt up on his haunches behind you, rolling his eyes as he rapidly jerked his cock.

“pathetic slut if you ask me” draco snarked, slapping your ass a few more times. each infliction was meant my a shriek and a soft sob from you as you held tighter to ron’s shoulders. “you’re too soft on her, ronniekins. she likes being roughed up, don’t you baby?” draco smirked, grabbing your hair and roughly tugging it so your back was against his chest.

you moaned loudly, squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure as your hair was pulled. “yes, sir” you whimpered softly.

draco laughed darkly, licking the tears slipping down your cheeks. “all pathetic whores do, baby” he hummed, slapping your cheek a few times before shoving you back into ron.

you whimpered as you collided with his chest and the ginger-haired man frowned at the rough treatment. he gasped softly as the tip of his cock made contact with your tight, dripping entrance.

you whined quietly as ron’s thick cock slowly pushed it’s way into your entrance, both of you moaning as he bottomed out. “daddy” you whimpered softly as he squeezed your hips.

“daddy’s gotcha baby” he whispered, rubbing your lower back. “you okay to let sir in now?” he asked. your head bobbed softly in a nod as you kept your head buried in his chest.

ron gently grabbed your jaw, lifting your head to make you look at him. “daddy needs words, beautiful” he hummed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“yes daddy” you whispered, nodding.

“good girl” he murmured, reaching back and spreading your cheeks for draco. the silver-haired man moaned at the sight of ron’s cum spilling from your puckering hole, providing more than enough room for him to bully his cock into you. nevertheless, he leant down and spit onto your rosebud before lining his cock up with your entrance.

he groaned as he shoved his cock into you, resorting you to a dumb, drooling, babbling mess atop ron’s chest. “just one more for us baby, you’re being so good” ron praised.

“that’s it slut, you lay there and take these fucking cocks like you’re meant to” draco growled. the stark contrast between the praise and the degradation, along with the punishing pace that the two men had begun creating made your head spin and your stomach coil in that beautiful way that you loved.

“daddy i’m gonna cum!” you moaned out, your back arching, causing your chest to press up against his. s

draco grabbed your hair, pulling you back up so you were pressed against his chest as he groped your breasts, pinching and pulling at the peaks of your hardened nipples. “is that how whores ask for what they want?” he growled, slapping your tits harshly. the harsh metal of malfoy family ring hit your nipples with each slap, causing you to shriek and clench down tightly around your favorite men.

“no sir, i’m sorry sir!” you shrieked out as ron pinched your clit between his fingers. “please may i cum?” you sobbed out.

“hold it” shockingly, the rough command came from the ginger boy beneath you as he amused himself by playing with your swollen little nub. “you will wait for us to cum, slut” he growled, slapping your clit a few times.

you sobbed and begged, but all of your pleas fell upon deaf ears. they didn’t let up, nor did they give you a break to hold off your orgasm. you gasped softly as you began to squirt. your body convulsing and caving in on itself as ron continued to spank your clit and draco began to spank your ass as punishment for disobeying them. “i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry!” you rushed out as your orgasm gushed from your cunt, soaking ron’s abs and the tuft of curls just above his cock.

“oh i bet you will be, whore” draco growled. he shoved you down into ron’s chest, spreading your ass cheeks apart and groaning as he began to cum into your tight hole. he leaned over you, pressing his lips against ron’s and shoving his tongue into the older boy’s mouth.

draco’s kiss caused ron’s hips to stutter as his seed began to spill into your cunt alongside draco’s. you whimpered, one more orgasm weakly spurting from your cunt as you watched your men kiss. they pulled away and the three of you turned into a pile of heavy breaths and tangled limbs.

draco was the first to pull out, followed by ron only after he had gotten your plugs. ron gathered the cum seeping from your ass before shoving the plug deep inside you, while draco did the same with your spent pussy.

you whimpered as they came to lay on either side of you, sandwiching you between them. “you better enjoy your nap, slut” draco grunted, reaching between your legs and pinching your clit. “your ass has got a date with my belt the second you wake up since you decided to break my rules.” he taunted lowly.

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winterssecrett · 3 months

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SECRET KISSES | PANSY PÁRKINSON

ღ Sighs gasps, and soft moans could be heard from one of the stalls in the girls' bathroom. Y/n had Pansy against one of the walls while she left kisses and licks on the exposed skin of her pale neck, her right hand was lost between the girl's legs, deliciously playing with her needed button.

"Fuck, Y/n," Pansy moaned, throwing her head back

Her legs were spread and her panties were pushed to one side, giving her full access to her girl. Y/n's fingers were doing wonders in her pussy, one playing with her clit while two others moved in and out of her wet hole.

Y/n smiled when she saw her so desperate. "Is this what you needed? You just had to talk love, there was no need to act like a brat all-day”

Hearing her, Pansy whined, although she had been upset all morning by the little attention she had received from the girl, she would never admit it in front of her. They were not girlfriends and no one had any idea what was happening between them, but even so, there was no lack of scenes of jealousy.

Y/n sped up her movements and Pansy let the moans fall freely from her mouth.

“That's it doll, let everyone hear you, that's what you want right? Let everyone know that you are mine”

“Fuck, yes! Don't stop, please don't stop”

Y/n brought their lips together to try and keep her quiet, while she continued fucking her with her fingers. Pansy started to move her hips trying to match her movements and create more friction for herself.

“You close, doll? You're gonna come on my fingers like a needy slut?”

The dirty talk did it for her because right after Y/n finished her sentence the black-haired girl arched her back and gripped tightly Y/n’s body against her. Her legs were shaky and her body felt limp, she was fucking fucked out.

Leaving one last kiss on her lips, Y/n pulled out her fingers from her pussy and brought them close to her mouth.

“Clean them up, love,” she said softly, watching her immediately obey

Once she was finished, Y/n fixed her panties and skirt, trying to make her look presentable before they went out of the bathroom.

“Are you coming tonight?” Pansy asked in almost a whisper

She smiled and caressed her cheek “I will, but we're just sleeping tonight, I have to get up early tomorrow”

The black-haired girl smiled mischievously “Whatever you want, sweets”

Both of them laughed, knowing how much of a lie their conversation was. They weren't gonna sleep at all.

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garfinkelstingle · 9 months

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magic and maybes | draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader (implied slytherin!reader but only once i think)

warnings: swearing; implied mentions of verbal abuse; this is not in chronological order, but i do think it makes sense this way (especially if you've listened to the song); angst

word count: 5,2k

summary: based on “wendy” by maisie peters; loving draco is like something out of a fairytale. but not all of those always end with happily ever after, do they?

a/n: oh my!! hi!!! my first full-length fic in over a year!!!! so exciting!!!! this came to me while listening to wendy (which you should defo listen to if you haven't yet; the whole album is too good!!) and i just sort of rolled with it. i will never understand why i keep coming back to draco, but i just do. i have never written anything like this, and i certainly have never written draco like this, but the song called for it!! and also, let's be honest, this really matches draco better than it would most other characters. oh and i put it in the warning, but please beware that this is not written in chronological order. it's supposed to showcase the rollercoaster of relationship that reader and draco share, and i thought this was the best way to do it! let me know if you like it, it would really mean a lot <3 happy reading babes

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rolling like a stone / laughing like a kid

She had never seen him like this before.

Correction: She had never seen him like this before in front of people that weren't just her. Because this is the only way she had ever seen him, really seen him. She knew the charade he kept up, could see right through it better than anyone else. And if you took all of that faux meanness and excruciating ass-ness away, this is what you would be left with, what she's been left with all these years that she's known him. A silly kid, rolling around in the grass, holding his stomach laughing, eyes glistening with tears and shining brighter than any star ever could.

This is how she saw him, always, and how she hoped she would get to see him forever. This, and nothing else.

calling like the future / closed up like a fist

It was always the same. He always did this, and she swore that one of these days she would hex him into oblivion for it.

"What do you mean I can't come with you? We've been planning this for months; I told my parents to make plans without me and they have. What am I supposed to do now?" They had been at it for close to an hour now, going back and forth, nowhere close to having this argument reach its conclusion.

Usually, she didn't mind backing off. He was stubborn; she knew that. This wasn't something she had discovered only recently. She had known him for longer than she hadn't, so she was acutely aware of this quality of his. It didn't surprise her, but that didn't mean it didn't annoy her, either. So she'd just let it slide and move on—one of them had to.

This time, however? She wasn't going anywhere.

"I'm not responsible for you and how you spend your time," he provocatively stated, his eyes ablaze with fury that nearly matched hers. How dare he? As if this was in any way, shape, or form her fault.

"You have got to be kidding me! You were the one who invited me to spend Christmas break at your house! You were the one who wanted me to meet your parents! You were the one who made all these grand plans, and now you just blow me off the day break starts and talk about responsibility?" She couldn't believe him. She really, truly, couldn't.

Except that, maybe, she should. This wasn't the first time Draco blew off their plans. In fact, it wasn't even the second or the third. But he usually had a not-so-terrible reason for it, and the worst thing he had ever cancelled before was a Saturday in Hogsmeade or a picnic by the lake. This, however? This was huge, a plan that had been set into motion during the summer, when they had sent their owls into a frenzy, corresponding through multiple letters a day and vowing not to spend another break apart. She had told her parents before she boarded the train to take her back for another year at Hogwarts, that she would spend the Christmas break with her boyfriend and that they should take that trip to the sea they've been dreaming of forever. And since they did just that, and she didn't feel like ruining their holidays as well, she would now have to spend hers at the dingy castle, with people she barely knew and couldn't care less about.

She didn't even need him to change his mind at this point. While the reason he was giving her sucked, she was sure the real reason didn't—even if he wasn't planning on telling her. What bothered her so much was his refusal to just simply apologize for screwing up and leaving her hanging. If he would just say that he was sorry, she'd let this go. But she knew him well enough by now to know that the chances of that happening were non-existent at best.

"I will not apologize for your lack of a backup plan," he said, with a voice so cold that she could feel actual shivers run down her back. "I will see you after break is over. Merry Christmas." And with that, he turned around and made his way back to the castle, without even sparing her a backward glance.

And all she could do was stare after him, seemingly frozen in place, with tears flowing down her cheeks freely, and wonder if this was what loving someone was supposed to feel like.

lost my page when you kissed me

She hadn't meant to fall in love with him. They had been friends, or at least something very close to it. Draco believed that only people who had nothing else to their name cared about having friends, and she somewhat agreed with him. Friends were feeble; people came and went. There was no use getting attached to them, not when you couldn't ever be a hundred percent certain that they wouldn't just up and leave one day.

But he—he was something else. They had known each other for years, attending the same balls thrown by both their parents and their associates, riding in the same train compartment on their first trip to Hogwarts, reading the same books side-by-side on their common room's couch. They were put in each other’s orbits due to their inescapable proximity, yes, but they were welded together by baked goods that they would steal from the kitchen and share in some dark corner of the too-big houses they would be dragged to, shy smiles and squeezing of hands followed by it's okay, you're not alone's, two a.m. conversations in front of the fireplace in which they discussed whatever books they just finished reading and, sometimes, maybe even more. That's what made her the first person he would say "good morning" to at the breakfast table, and what made him her preferred potions partner. Nothing more and nothing less. They weren't friends, but they were each other's person. Whatever that meant.

It made sense, and it worked, and neither of them needed more. Or so she thought. Because when Draco kissed her after one of those infamous two a.m. conversations and told her „You just looked too pretty not to kiss", after she asked him why he would do something so ridiculous, she came to realize that maybe they were wrong. Maybe getting attached to someone wasn't the worst thing there was. It couldn't be. Right?

i know the girl you want / it scares me

He was scared. He was scared, but so was she. The future was uncertain and terrifying. It didn't make sense on a good day and was simply revolting on a bad one. So much could go wrong at any given moment in time, and not knowing when or what could happen made it sometimes feel like, maybe, life just wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

And when you add love to that equation? You're pretty much just signing off on a death sentence. Draco knew that, and so did she, but unlike him, she believed it to be worth it. Love was never something she saw herself needing, or even wanting, but now that she had it, she was certain it was worth all the heartbreak it might possibly entail. Draco, however? He still didn't trust her enough to let his walls down completely, to give her the power to destroy him and believe her when she said that she would never, ever do that.

She loved him, and she was certain that he loved her, too, but she also knew that he might never be able to let her know that himself. And she knew that he expected that to be enough, that her own knowledge would suffice her and that she would survive without his confirmation, and maybe she could. She just wasn't sure if she wanted to. Spending your time with someone who was emotionally closed off to everyone around you and made them feel like they were replaceable was one thing, but spending your life with someone who was emotionally closed off toward you and too proud to tell you that the one person he could never replace was you? She wasn't sure if she was strong enough for that. She doubted she ever would be. And that terrified her more than anything else ever had before.

pretty like a girl / vicious like a man

He was beautiful. She had always found him inexplicably beautiful; his was the kind of beauty poems were about, a beauty that ran so deep and was so intricate that she sometimes wondered if he wasn't put on this world solely to be admired and stared at.

Even now, when his face was laced with fury and his knuckles white from how tightly he was gripping his desk, he was still beautiful.

She wasn't even sure what they were fighting about now, stopped paying actual attention to the ugly words leaving his mouth. Instead, she was questioning her judgment. She had always found him beautiful on the outside, just as everyone else did, but unlike them, she had also always considered his soul to be beautiful, too. And yet here she was, target to his livid shouts and insults, wondering if maybe that was just another thing that she had been terribly, terribly wrong about.

give up like a ghost / leaving halfway through

It was moronic at best, really. They had spent a fortune on these tickets and had been excited for this game for months now. So, the fact that they were now letting it all go to waste? It was pure idiocy.

Especially when you looked at the why. He was being a child, a petulant little toddler who got upset at the idea of giving his girlfriend of nearly four years a kiss in public.

And the worst thing is that she hadn’t even been upset because it hadn’t surprised her in the slightest. She knew Draco, knew that he liked keeping their PDA to an absolute minimum, and she didn’t mind it in the slightest. Or, well, not enough to be actively affected by it. So, when the kiss-cam panned to their faces, she blew it a kiss and winked for good measure and went back to talking to Draco about how pathetic Potter and his friends looked standing there on the very far side of the stadium, most likely not even able to see the scoreboard. She had moved on, and so had the camera, but for whatever reason, Draco didn't.

Instead, he started huffing and puffing about Salazar knows what, getting upset at her for what, exactly? For respecting his need for privacy? For not pushing him to do something she knew he wouldn’t be comfortable with doing, even though she really wanted to? For, once again, putting him first and foremost? Is that what he was trying to punish her for? Because he certainly didn’t seem to be able to put it into words, storming off like an actual imbecile instead, leaving halfway through the match.

And of course, she had to follow him like the ever-loyal girlfriend that she was, trying to catch up with him and calm him down, even though she was seconds away from losing her bloody mind herself. She was sick and tired of his juvenile behaviour, was just so exhausted with having to put up with his shit instead of just enjoying herself, and yet it seemed as if some invisible string kept on pulling her in his direction, not allowing her to choose her own needs and herself, ever.

She wondered if he would ever grow tired of this pretence of his, or if this was what being with Draco Malfoy would entail, forever. She didn’t want to believe it, but it became harder and harder with each passing day. Maybe this is who he was, who he always would be.

But maybe it was just a matter of time before he would finally give it all up and be who she has blindly believed him to be all this time. All she could do, it seemed, was to hope that she wouldn’t be the one to give up, first.

if i'm not careful we'll be married

"Do you ever think about the future?" His voice broke through the quiet reverie they had both found themselves in. She was used to him being the first one to speak up after a long beat of silence; he didn't find it quite as peaceful and tranquilizing as she did. Not that she minded, though. She liked his voice, and she liked talking to him even more. To say that the question surprised her, though, would be an understatement.

Putting the book she was currently reading to the side, she snuggled further into him. The fireplace was providing a fair amount of heat, but the chill seemed to be inescapable in the Slytherin common room. It was also just very nice to be able to have him hold her close like this, even if the only reason he did so was because it was far past midnight and everyone else was already fast asleep.

"Sometimes, yeah," she said. "Do you?"

"Yeah." She didn't expect him to elaborate, so it stunned her when he did. "I see us. You and me, together. Married. But not like them. Like us. Does that make sense?" It did. She knew exactly what he meant. Not like them. Not like his parents, who didn't love each other in the slightest and could barely stand each other most days. And not like her parents, either, who cared deeply about one another, at least as much as you could care about someone you didn't choose to marry. They found a way to be friendly and cordial, mainly because they didn't want their daughter to grow up with parents who were constantly at each other's throats, but it was still far away from the real deal.

Were they the real deal? That's what Draco was implying, wasn't it? That if they would get married, it'd be because they loved each other. He's never even said it, she thought. And he hadn't. But he's said this now, hadn't he? And that should be worth more than any stupid three words ever could be, right? Because he wanted to marry her, really marry her, not because he had to, but because he wanted to. It rarely happened for people of their status, so she should be beyond delighted that it was happening to her. Plus, she loved him, too, and unlike him, she hadn't been afraid to say those three words. Marrying Draco was what she was supposed to want; finding out that he wanted to marry her, too, was supposed to be the greatest news she's ever heard. So why was there some nagging part of her brain that knew that saying yes would be the worst thing she could possibly do?

"I know what you mean," she said. She had never lied to him before.

you want me / you're sure

Blaise Zabini was flirting with her. Then again, Blaise Zabini flirted with everything that had legs and a mouth he could kiss, so it did nothing to impress her. It did, however, do its damage by making Draco furiously jealous. After all this time together, she prided herself in being able to read him like a book. Him storming off like a petulant child made her think that, in this instance at least, even a visually impaired person would be able to deduct the fact that he was (unreasonably) upset.

Sighing, she made out to follow him, annoyed that she had to make yet another excuse for her friends. It shouldn't be her job to smooth things over every time his tantrums killed the mood at a get-together, and yet it seemed like part of the "Dating-Draco-Malfoy" package.

She found him at the lake, the same way she always did. She wondered if there was any specific reason he chose this place to run off to , but she doubted he would tell her even if there was. Some secrets just weren't worth the effort of trying to figure out.

She expected him to be upset with her, to accuse her of leading Zabini on and whoring herself out to him—Salazar knew it wouldn't be the first time. It used to upset her beyond measure. There would be a good amount of crying and screaming on her part; calling him a pretentious douche, telling him to screw off if he really thought so little of her. It always ended the same: he would storm off, eventually, and disappear for a good few hours. Then, he'd come back, without something even remotely close to an apology, and tell her he wasn't mad anymore. She knew what he really meant when he said it: I expect you not to be mad anymore, either. And even when she was, she was usually too exhausted to keep on fighting. After a while, she decided there wasn't even any point in being upset in the first place. Draco was who he was; she knew what she was getting into. Or so she kept telling herself.

This time, however, seemed different. She was sure he could hear her approach him—he always did. So why wasn't he turning around? Why wasn't he yelling at her and making her feel as if the affection of others was her fault?

He stayed quiet until she finally reached him and made to stand next to him. "I don't like it when others try to make a pass at you," he said. She waited a beat, wondering if he was going to add anything else. He did. "I know I have no right to be upset with you." This was new. It surprised her. So much so that she wondered if she might've misheard. "It's not your fault Zabini has no respect for boundaries, or anyone else, for that matter. I just... it's paralyzing, sometimes. Realizing that you could leave me for someone else at any given moment, and there's nothing I could do about it. I want to be with you. I know I'm not always good at voicing it, but I do. I'm certain. That's why I get upset. Because it terrifies me."

She took his hand in hers and gave the back of it a soft kiss. This was possibly the most vulnerable he had been with her, ever. She understood him; of course she did. Didn't he know that she was just as terrified? That a life without him in it didn't seem to make any sense whatsoever to her? She loved him, and now she was sure that he loved her, too.

Nothing else mattered.

lose the world that you live in / pretend that it's what you wanted

“This isn’t okay, and you know it.” Maybe she did. Maybe she knew that this wasn’t right, that this wasn’t how it was supposed to feel like. But it’s all she’s ever known, and sometimes it felt as if this was all she’d ever want to know. Because when it was good it was great. It was all she could ever want and then some, and she honestly didn’t think she would ever find anything better than it.

Draco wasn’t perfect, but neither was she. She had her flaws just like anyone else, so to expect him to be something she herself couldn’t be? That seemed unfair and illogical at best.

“Look, you don’t get it, alright?” And she didn’t. None of them did. Not her mother or her father, not her friends or his. They were complicated and messy, but they were right. Right for each other, right in all the ways that mattered. She loved him, and he loved her. If there was anything in life she was sure of, then it was that.

“You can’t let him treat you like that.” That’s what it always boiled down to. Every fight she ever had about him—and there were probably too many to count—always came to the same conclusion: She shouldn’t let him treat her like that. But what did that even mean? No one would ever treat her the way he did. No one would ever look at her as if she was the reason they got up in the morning, as if she hung the moon and the stars in the night sky. No one would ever be able to make her feel like she was the thing they lived for, someone they’d die and kill for in the same breath.

So, what if he’d yell at her and insult her and make her question her worth sometimes? He’d never allow her to question herself out loud to him; he’d make sure to show her how important she was to him. And Salazar forbid someone else dared to say the wrong thing when it came to her—he’d made sure it’s the last thing they’d ever say.

Maybe she knew it wasn’t okay, what they were doing. There were a million words to describe their relationship, with toxic and unhealthy being the prime examples. But no relationship was perfect. Why should theirs be?

it's a life i could have, i know

They were invited to someone's birthday. She didn't even know whose, just knew to wear "that green dress that makes you look like actual royalty". There also had been a promise by a certain someone that the dress would later be carefully taken off, and that there would be some... not so careful actions afterwards. It was the prospect of that that kept her from making up some excuse as to why she suddenly had to leave this awful and hollow house and curl up with a book and one of Draco's sweaters in her bed.

The party in itself wasn't awful; on the contrary, it was lovely. The music was played by a live orchestra, and the entire house was decorated in different shades of blue and silver. There were white roses everywhere, and the food was exceptional, too. But she didn't know anyone here except for Draco; she didn't even know the birthday girl. She was a couple years older than the two of them, and from what she understood she was the wife of a son of a business partner of Draco's father. Or something like that.

She was currently standing in a corner all by herself, with a champagne flute in hand, trying to find Draco in the crowd. He had snuck off some time ago, claiming that he had to make the rounds or else "my father is going to chew my ear off about it", convincing her that it wasn't necessary for her to introduce herself tediously to every single person he would have to shake hands with. He wasn't wrong, but somehow standing in her lonely corner appeared to be an even worse fate.

Eventually, she locked eyes with Draco and gave him a small smile. She knew it was pointless to beckon him to her; he'd just shrug her off. Instead, he sent a quick wink her way, before turning back around to speak to whatever important person he was speaking to right now.

This could be my life, she thought. Going places with Draco, having him wink at her from across the room, promising to take her dress off at the end of the night and make it all worth it. This could be the rest of her life. She could see it, could see herself be one of the important men’s wives, gossiping away in some lonely corner just like hers, on their fifth or sixth flute of champagne already, trying to hide the hollow look in their eyes. This could be it. It was nothing like the life that she had wanted for herself all this time, and yet it didn’t seem to bother her nearly as much as it should.

throw your rocks / scream that you hate me

She didn’t even know how long it’s been. All she knew was that her mother had been up twice to tell her that she was this close to hexing him away from their property, and that she had begged her just as often not to.

“He has every right to be upset,” she had said, and could feel the bile rise in her throat at the bitter taste of the lie. Because no matter how often she told herself just that, it didn’t sound any more truthful to her ears than it did the time before. Yes, maybe Draco was allowed to be upset. She certainly was. But standing below her window, completely wasted, and throwing rocks at it, whilst yelling profanities at her? No one should have the right to do that.

And it wasn’t as if it was her fault, either. She had given him a choice; she shouldn't have had to do that. She hadn’t even meant to. It was supposed to be clean cut. She was supposed to tell him that it was over, that it should have been over a long time ago. If he still couldn’t tell her that he loved her after five years together, chances were that he never would. And she was just so tired of not hearing those words.

But she had looked him in the eyes and something—something made her believe that maybe, just maybe, he would realize that she was worth so much more to him than his pride and that being with her was worth more than being whoever he kept on pretending to be.

She should have known that her stupid, childish hope would be the death of her.

So here he was now, screaming that he hated her, that he wished that he had never met her, that being with her had been the greatest mistake of his life. And what if he wasn’t wrong? Would things had been different had she been different? Would he have been able to tell her how he felt if she had been more like Daphne? Would she have been able to leave him sooner and protect her own heart had she been more like Pansy?

It was driving her mad, the never-ending question of “what if?”, and yet her silly mind didn’t seem to be able to put an end to it. Because no matter how awful being (or in this case not being) with Draco may have been, it was still the most magical time in her life so far. And she didn’t even doubt for one second that the rest of her life might have been just as magical, too. Except that there was only so long a person could survive on magic and maybe’s, before eventually having to put an end to the madness and realize that the whimsical dreams weren’t anything other than nightmares hiding behind a pretty façade.

She loved Draco, loved him with her entire being, loved him more than she could ever imagine loving or even wanting to love anyone else. But, somehow, along the way, she had come to realize that just because she couldn’t see ever loving herself even half as much as she loved him, it was still enough to realize that leaving him was the only way she could ensure that she wouldn’t lose herself completely.

So, when her mother came up for the third time, this time with her father in tow, she didn’t fight them when they suggested to call the authorities to remove the Malfoy boy from their property. After all, just because Peter never wanted to grow up, didn't mean Wendy couldn’t.

i could love you / wait 'til you're ready

It was the little things more than it would ever be the big ones. She knew Draco, knew that the only way she could expect big romantic gestures from him was if someone were to put him under a spell, which is why she came to appreciate the small gestures and hold them as close and dear to her heart as she possibly could.

It was the little enchanted paper cranes that would hold little love notes of “your hair looks pretty today” and “how lucky I am to be dating the smartest witch in this castle”.

It was how he would lend her his robe without a second thought when he would see her rub her hands together in a fruitless attempt of warding off the cold, even though he had adamantly tried to convince her to wear a jumper underneath.

It was how he would press a kiss on her temple first thing in the morning, without fail, every single day, no matter if they had fought the previous evening or not, letting her know that he wasn’t going anywhere.

It was how he would rub her feet at the end of a long day in Hogsmeade, knowing that her boots were a size too small but that she loved them too much not to suck up the pain and go out with them anyways.

She loved him, and whilst she had no problem with telling him just that, he had no problem with showing her, either. And maybe he wasn’t lying when he told her that he just needed time, that she ought to just be patient, that sooner rather than later he would feel ready enough to say it, too.

The question wasn’t whether she could wait or not; she knew she could. The question was whether she loved herself enough to know that she shouldn't have to.

forever 20

Twenty.

That’s how often she had said it, and how often he had stayed quiet. And every time he hated himself just a little bit more because he knew that with every time that she would say it without hearing a reply, he would get closer to hearing it for the last time.

And now here he was, stuck at twenty, forever, because he knew her well enough to know that it was over, really, truly over, with no one to blame but himself.

The worst thing was that for every time she said it, he had wanted to say it tenfold, had wanted to shower her with those words until she grew sick and tired of them. Had, on the worst days, wanted to just grip her by the shoulders and shake, shake, shake her and tell her, over and over, that he loved her, that he had loved her all this time and would love her for all the time to come.

But he never did, and now she was gone beyond his reach and as much as he hated it, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that, maybe, this was the best thing that had ever happened to her. The best thing he had ever done for her. And that had to count for something, right?

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