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sunnylands-world · 8 months

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the most hardcore smut you can make

i'm a sucker for your smut i'm sorry-

Mine

Pairing: draco malfoy x FEM reader

Summary: you wanted to be a brat so you'll just have to be put in your place for it…

Word count: 976

Warning: p in v, possessive draco, jealous draco, bratty reader, spitting, choking

Universe: Hogwarts

A/n: I hope you and everyone liked this. It's been a long time coming and I'm sorry about that. Hopefully this was worth the wait my loves…

You read the warnings if you continue to read. I'm not to be held responsible.

Comments, reblogs, and inboxes are appreciated and motivational

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Draco wasn't the type of guy to dance. He never really learned and he couldn't say he cared for it. you tugged at his sleeve pouting and begging him to dance just once but he wasn't one to change his mind so he told you no again. You huffed standing to your feet turning to him as you said

"Fine, if you won't dance I'll find another guy who will happily let me grind against him" and with that you walked away.

Who did you think you were?

Clearly you forgot who you belonged to but Draco didn't grab you then he let you play out your little act knowing you'd regret it later.

His eyebrows were knitted and the look in his eyes meant warning but you didn't care grinding your ass against the guy as he enjoyed himself looking like a kid in a candy store as he held your waist smiling far too happy to be touching something that wasn't his.

You smirked, adding extra sway to your hips as you looked at him and he stared back before nodding and walking off. He could tell you looked surprised as he headed towards his room.

When the party music got low he knew it was just a matter of time before you showed up and as if you heard his thoughts you knocked the door timidly.

He gave nothing away as he opened it and he saw the look of fear in your eyes which only fueled the need to punish you and as the door closed your back hit it making you gasp.

"Draco what are you-"

"Don't play dumb little girl, you know what you did" he says, cutting you off as his hands cup your face, puckering your lips into a pout as his thumb brushes over the bottom one.

"You're gonna swallow like a good girl" he says before spitting into your mouth and you know better than to test him swallowing and he gives your cheek a firm pat.

"Too bad you were so bad I was going to make this fun but I guess I will do that next time, hmm?"

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The sound of your moaning, coupled with Draco’s brutal thrust, fuel his own desire, making it nearly impossible to resist your pleas for more as he slams his cock into your needy pussy. You're tears streaming down your cheeks as you cry for him to slow down, that you can't take anymore.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you feel him reaching places that make you see stars, your pussy weeping, coating his length in your juices.

His face rests in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings with his heavy breaths, ignoring your overstimulation. Your hands explore his back, nails caressing the muscles as they flex with the motion of his body, sending shivers through him to where he almost caves with the feeling of your touch.

With a mix of possession and lust, he comes from your neck eyes pouring into yours, giving you that sweet feeling deep in your belly once again. As his hardened length hits the spongy spot deep inside you. He can't help but groan in pleasure as you tighten around him, your walls throbbing weakly.

"Fuck," he growls, his voice laced with need. "I love feeling you wrapped around me, losing myself inside you while you look like you can’t take it." He moans

“But I know you can cause you were made to take this cock” he finishes, his eyes filled with possession wrapping his hand around your throat slowing your air supply and you wonder if you're well as you moan at the pressure.

He knows you can take it, you fucking love it and he may seem far gone but he pays attention to the look in your eyes and shake of your body telling him you like this.

"You're fucking mine" he mutters and you nod telling him your his.

With a sense of urgency, his pace quickens if that’s even possible, the heat of your core radiating against his throbbing length causes him to twitch inside your pussy as you whine.

“That’s right, tell me how good it feels pretty girl” he says, taking note of the high pitch sounds leaving you. you look so pretty with your face twisted in pleasure and it makes him more feral with his pace because he just needs to be buried inside that pretty pussy of yours.

His hair is ruined, a strand hanging over his forehead glistening with sweat.

He brings his hand down between you, fingers finding your clit easily in between your messy folds as he rubs tight, frantic, circles, smirking when you scream louder arching your back.

A guttural moan escapes his lips as he feels your walls clench around him, welcoming him into your depths. He can't help but revel in the sensations that consume him. The feeling of your body against his, the sound of yours and his mingling breaths, it all adds to the intensity of your connection.

With each thrust, he seeks to bring you more pleasure, to make you moan and writhe beneath him.

Draco grips the sheet beside your head, ensuring that every stroke is one of bliss and ecstasy for you.

In this moment, there are only you two, lost in a world of raw passion, desire, and possession. As your bodies move together, Draco can't help but feel grateful for the privilege of sharing this intimate connection with you, knowing that he gets to fuck you like this, gets to see you fall over the edge, and fill you to the brim, marking your throbbing walls with his cum.

You're his and you're gonna feel it as he makes you scream his name like the good girl you are.

His good girl…

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apparentlytheproblem · 1 year

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dating draco headcannons pleasee

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fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

a/n: favourite blondie and tysm for requesting, p.s requests are open luv you, teddy

currently playing- forever favourite by t i y a

warnings- none i think-, suggestive thoughts at mos, i believe its gender neutral but there are mentions of the hips and waist? do what you will with that information

he's such a dashing boy i swear to merlin-

okay so starting of i know how he comes of as a idgaf and i don't show love to anyone but my mummy when i get tucked into bed

BUT if you tell me that he is not an absolute simp for you then i will come and find you cause baby you deserve the simp, even if it slightly resembles a ferret

but everyone knew before u oml. Blaze be tellin everyone but you. its giving "i know something you don't knoww"

bestie is smitten with you but he's so confident about it, like he knows you're into assholes who are simps for u

you get lots of advances, don't lie. Draco is usually very confident about you cause he knows he is the one. he is it

but obviously Malfoy has a jealous streak and i am here for it.

i think of him as to be morally gray, you always had a thing for those (remember kids this is only for fictional characters)

he loves you and he's gonna make it everyone's problem

attention whore Draco Malfoy all the way mfs. he just has to bask in your attention, its a need not a want

HIS WINKS. they are so adorable and it just opens up a zoo

his hands everywhere. thighs, waist, hips. everywhere.

just very touchy

okaokau his way of flirting will be so top notch, he'll will be the most massive flirt but i can see him also flirting w insults in the initial phase.

like a third year malfoy trying so hard to get you attention but not confident enough to fully just flirt

but most of the time people cant tell if you're flirting or arguing

yk he's always looking at you (when will it be my turn)

his go to would be the origamis and you would keep them cause they smell like his cologne

next comes the vibe, this man has the big dick energy oh my god. he gives the old rich boy vibes and you live to see him suits heheh

he literally could get you anything u want so miss you're pampered

fussy blond who needs you to keep him in check is the only way to describe it

quidditch matches. he looks so fine in them god help me

he may be a seeker but he's your golden snitch (get it, cause he's blonde, I'm funny okay)

steel those jerseys, its gonna be your last name anyway

he's so good u wish u could ride him like dat

would do you to your favourite song

*added to the friend group*

forget boyfriend material, he's husband material

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heart-sized · 1 year

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soft — d. malfoy

★⺌◞ : draco malfoy x fem! hufflepuff reader

cw : none that i can think of

plot : you find out that your secret boyfriend draco has been talking things about you. (fluff)

masterlist // draco masterlist

it was actually quite weird for you to sit at the slytherin table. surely you and draco were secretly having a fling, but being invited to their table? it was a whole different kind of weird.

you tried your best not to be intimidated and your secret boyfriend was kind enough to shove smiles down your way every now and then.

“it's just my way of thanking you, y/n,” blaise smiled at you, “it's only because of you that i managed to pass the owls.”

“oh, it was nothing,” you waved your hand in dismissal because honestly, what else were you supposed to say?

pansy shifted her focus back to the slytherin prince. “draco, when are we finally going to meet the person you're dating? you cannot stop talking about her but we're your closest friends and we don't even know her name!”

you smiled like an idiot as draco tried to change the topic. merlin, he looked so adorable.

“at least, it's not you, pansy,” blaise smirked and she scowled.

“blaise, i am so incredibly curious about what exactly draco has said about this mysterious girl?”

draco scowled at you. he clearly knew what game you were planning and you smirked. “let's change the topi-”

“well, y/n,” blaise leaned in closer to you, “according to draco, she's the best sex he's ever ha-”

best sex, eh? you winked at your boyfriend and he looked like he'd rather die than be here. “zabini, don't you dare continue!”

blaise laughed, probably thinking that he's impressing you.

“blaise, can you please elaborate?” you asked even though you do know that the whole mysterious person was none other than you. oh draco, you could have never guessed that he was such a softie.

later when you two were alone in his dorm, you couldn't help but giggle.

“what are you giggling at, y/n love?” your boyfriend asked and you rubbed your hands together.

”thinking about how i'm the best sex you've ever had.”

“you did know that it was about you, eh?” he laughed, although it was more of an embarrassed laugh. “you really do like humiliating your boyfriend.”

“that was not humiliating,” you admit, hugging him softly. “if anything, that reminded me that i'm special to you.”

“you are,” he kissed you, “you're so special.”

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missdawnandherdusk · 6 months

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All Good Things to Those Who Wait

Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader

There goes the last great American dynasty

Who knows if she never showed up, what could have been

There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen

She had a marvelous time ruinin' everything

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

The Chapter That Never Happened Chapter 13

Chapter 14 Chapter 15

Summary: tying up some loose ends :)

A/n: *emerges from the void*

Everything has an ending. The best stories, and the worst ones. Looking back at my story, there was no better ending I could have asked the stars for. I lost people I loved but I also stood for what I believed in and led an army to victory. No one would forget what had happened in those days. The days of the Great War.

But what is life without tying up a few loose ends. You’ve come with me this far on this journey, and now as I look back, perhaps there are some things that you’d like to know. Some conversations you’d like to hear. Some people you’d like to meet or see again. So, here are those loose ends, tied together.

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I stepped onto the porch of my childhood home. It was in the efforts to try and find my mother, and try to find some peace and meaning after the past years. Draco came with me, at my side.

“She’s not here,” I sighed, knowing before we even stepped foot in the house that my mother wasn’t waiting for me. “And somehow that hurt’s more,”

“She’ll come in her own time love,” Draco soothed. Maybe he was right, or maybe I’d always be searching for her in the stars like I looked for my father.

Draco and I sat on the porch that night, watching the sun set and the fireflies come to life in the meadow that blanketed around us.

“You cast a patronus,” Draco said as I laid my head on his shoulder, watching the wildflowers dance in the wind.

“I know,” A smile touched my lips.

“It was a dragon,”

“Yeah,” I took his hand into mine, thinking back to the first night Draco cast his own patronus with my father’s wand. How things had changed since then. “My mother always told me that one day I’d find my patronus and it would watch over me like my father,”

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“I don’t think you need anyones protection,” The humor in his voice gave way to the smile that I couldn’t see.

“It’s still nice to have someone beside me—to fight alongside me,”

He was quiet a moment before airing his doubts. “Do you think that maybe…” I knew where he was going with the thought, because it had been chipping at the back of my mind.

“Because they’re so different we’re not meant to be together?” I mused, finishing his worried thought.

“Yeah,” He sighed.

“No,” I sat up, facing him. “I think they’re just right for us. I’ve thought about it—more than I should. But in reality… if we think about it, your lion,”

“Aslan,” Draco’s fingers brushed over my locket. A smile crept to my lips and I nodded.

“And the first task,”

“The what?” I had caught him off guard, a beautiful sight to behold.

“Our fourth year, that first task of the tournament.” Realization struck him.

“Our patronus’ show the start of us—when we really first started to trust each other.” I took his hand back into mine. “They’re not so different after all,”

He laughed without fear and kissed me softly, before pulling me closer. “The start of us,” Draco mused, and maybe he could see them like I could: a younger me standing there, skeptically looking at a younger Draco. Before the war, before the long nights, secret kiss, tears, laughter, love and loss. Two kids who took a chance.

When the sun cleared the horizon and its final rays fading, Draco and I headed inside—to the empty house that still promised to protect me.

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There was a knock on the door. In the week that we had been here, no one had disturbed out haven. No one knew we were here.

Draco looked up from his book. I dislodged myself from the couch and his arms, and went to answer the door, on guard. I stared at the one standing before me, not knowing how to quite process it.

“Hi, mum,” I whispered.

“Hello,”

Time stilled around us. Everything came rushing to the surface only to be stopped by my unparted lips. One thought escaped.

“I did it,” my voice was barely audible.

“I’m so proud of you,”

Tears stung my eyes. After all was said and done relief flooded through me more than anger did. Perhaps it was the peace that blanketed the Wizarding world that calmed my hurt.

“Mum,” My voice broke into tears. Amity wrapped around us as—after years—I got a hug from my mother.

“I’m so sorry, honey,” She whispered, stroking my hair. “I’m so sorry,”

I nodded into her shoulder, letting all of my bottled-up tears come out. All of the stresses from war and the nightmares that plagued me at night—my mother was still there to hold me tight. It didn’t matter that I was still hurting from wounds she inflicted, to know she was there, willing to hold me tight, and call me hers was enough.

“Y/n, are you—” Draco came out and paused. I pulled away from my mother and looked at him. He gave me a soft smile and nodded, heading back into the house.

“Is he upset with me?” My mother asked. I laughed hopelessly.

“I don’t know,” I said, wiping away my tears.

“Are you?” She asked.

“I don’t know,” My voice softened. “There’s so much right now… so much to sort through…”

“There is.” She didn’t deny it, and maybe it was comforting that someone outside of my peers acknowledged that I had been through a lot, and in turn that had caused a lot of heavy burdens on my heart and soul.

My gaze drifted back to hers.

“Do you wanna come in?” I asked.

She shook her head. “That’s not what you want, nor need,” Reaching our she placed per hand on my arm, soothing me before I could argue. “I’ll be around if you need me, but until then, the house is for you—it always has been. Build a life,” She smiled and looked through the window—probably at where Draco was inevitably spying on us. “You’ve found a good one,”

A smile touched my lips.

“Thanks mum,”

My mother inhaled sharply and nodded. “I’ll be off then,” Turning to go down the porch stairs, she paused. “He would be so proud of you,”

Tears burned my eyes again, as I wrapped my arms around her, needing her to hold me just once more before I could let her go. Because in her arms was also the love of my father that was taken from me too soon by this war. A war that I saw an end to. And maybe in that moment, the war within me ended too. I wasn’t the daughter of a Death Eater and a member of the Order of the Phoenix. I was the daughter of Walt and Elizabeth. And that was enough

“Goodbye my love,” My mother said softly. “I’ll always be around.”

“Bye mum,” I smiled as she wiped away my tears. “I love you,”

“I love you too sweetheart,”

I waved goodbye, and with a spell, she was gone. I turned to go inside. The door clicked softly behind me.

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“Professor McGonagall?” My brows pulled together. “Not to be rude, but what are you doing here?”

“This is a summons for you,” She held out a parchment, the usual stern look on her face was replaced with pity.

I took the parchment and opened it, scanning the delicate print. My heart sank.

“This is… this—“ I gaped.

“I’m afraid so,” McGonagall sighed. “There was nothing I could do,”

“Draco?” I called into the house. He was beside me in a moment. I handed him the parchment. “This is serious?” She nodded again.

“I’m sorry my dear,”

“A court summons? They’re putting her in trial!?” Draco demanded.

“Kingsley is very set on it. And he is the new Minister,”

“I saved the school! I helped defeat the Dark Lord! I—really!?” Tears pricked my eyes.

“There’s got to be some mistake,” Draco insisted. “She’s not a Death Eater, she doesn’t even have the mark!”

“I’m sure that the ministry will see that, but I’m afraid that I cannot do anything about the summons,”

I scrubbed my face and sighed. “Thank you Professor. Can I invite you in for some tea?”

“That’s very kind dear, but I’m afraid I must be on my way,” She bowed slightly then disaperated from the porch.

I stood there a while, lost in my thoughts. Draco gave me a gentle squeeze and kissed the crown of my head before disappearing inside. My feet took me off the wood of the porch and into the softness of the grass. I sank to the ground beside a fence post. The sun began to set. My eyes watched the horizon. Millions of thoughts swirled around my mind with no discernible direction.

Was there even a case for me to be innocent? Is this what everything I had worked for come to? To be seen as a criminal for holding a crumbling cause together?

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“Where is she?” Abby asked, helping Pansy through the fireplace.

“Out front, watching the sunset,” Draco sighed, opening the front door. “She’s been out there a while,”

“Can’t imagine why,” Pansy muttered. “They’re seriously putting her on trial?”

“Yep,” Draco sighed. “All this time I thought I’d be the one, and yet…”

“I’ll go talk to her,” Abby kissed Pansy’s cheek. “You guys get to work,”

“Thank you, both,” Relief flooded Draco’s voice.

Abby snagged an old afghan off the back of the armchair and went out through the small meadow. She draped the blanket around your shoulders and sat beside you in the grass. You laid your head on her shoulder. She could see the dried tear tracks on your cheeks.

“How—how could they do this?” Your weak voice held deep betrayal.

“I don’t know,” Abby answered honestly, taking your hand into hers. “But we’re not going to let them get away with it.”

“I don’t—I can’t defend myself in court—I,” You dissolved into tears. “Haven’t I done enough?”

“More than enough,” Abby affirmed. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna work it out—you’ll see,”

“How?” You asked.

“Well, you’ve gathered quite a few allies who owe you once or twice,” Abby pointed out. “And others who just love you anyway. Draco and Pansy are working on it now,”

“Wha—what?”

“We’re gonna build your case,” Abby promised. “And get you acquitted.”

“They’re…” A sad laugh left your lips. You laid back on the grass. Abby knew you were searching for the first stars in twilight.

“Don’t worry about a thing,” Abby smiled at you. “Just rest,”

The days past and my trial date approached like a storm on the horizon—but whether it was just rain or a hurricane, I couldn’t tell. Draco assured me that it would all be okay—he tried to tell me about everything done to build my case, but I wasn’t interested. Grateful, thoroughly, but I knew that if I learned anything about it, I would pick it up myself and try to fix it and my weary heart couldn’t handle that and keep beating like it was supposed to.

So, I dressed smartly and took Draco’s hand before we took the Floo to the Ministry. I kept my head low, and tears at bay.

Though Draco, Abby and Pansy accompanied me into the court room, I had to sit alone for the trial. The distance was drowning. I sat in the hard wooden chair, facing malice and prejudices. Kingsley looked almost predatory, as if he could pin the entire war on my shoulders, casting the blame on me.

I flinched as the charges were read against me. The list of dead was longer than I thought. I didn’t dwell on the days of the Battle of Hogwarts, nor the events that occurred. They haunted me in my dreams, make no mistake, but what was real and what was a nightmare I lost the ability to discern.

Was that much blood really on my hands?

My faith in myself began to waver. Maybe I did deserve to be locked up. A few years in Azkaban with dementors sucking my life force might make me forget what I had done.

Surprise flickered on my face as I saw Remus Lupin stand to my defense as an attorney. It was the first time that I had actually taken note of who was in the room. There had to be at least thirty people all gathered behind Draco and Pansy that I could see—more filed out the door in the back. All faces of those I loved, I had fought beside, I had grown up with.

The static in my ears tuned in and out of Lupin and Kingsley conversing. It wasn’t until their voices raised to shouting that the static was drowned out. My eyes flickered up from he thread in my hands.

“She cast unforgivables! She killed! She’s dangerous!”

“Death Eaters who were threatening our lives! The lives of wizard kind everywhere! She stopped a genocide!” Remus shouted back, obviously frustrated. “She showed remarkable strength and courage in a time of great darkness, and you will not diminish that.”

“They are unforgivables! We have laws for a reason!”

“If I may,” McGonagall stood and the entire room quieted. “That list of names that you read was a long list of Death Eaters who have either escaped from Azkaban, or are known Death Eaters and have killed before. Miss Y/n had very hard decisions to make. The ministry found itself incompetent for lack of a better word. She, along with her friends, engineered an army to face the Dark Lord. Over the years what she went through has turned her into who she is today. She fought along side the other heroes who stand before you. She will be counted among them. You would not punish an Auror for the same thing and you will not punish her.”

“But—” Kingsley was red in the face.

“If you put her in jail, you put the rest of the rebellion too,” The voice that piped up from the crowd surprised me. It was Harry. He stood and all eyes went to him. “Without her, I never would have been able to defeat Voldemort. Dozens more would be dead. You send her to Azkaban… then you’ll send me too,” A hushed gasp filled the room. A small one escaped my own lips.

“Mr. Potter,” Kingsley tried to regain control of the room.

“And me,” Abby spoke up.

“And me,” Neville stood.

Soon everyone around me was standing on my behalf. Pansy, Luna, Ginny, all of the Weasleys actually, Ernie, Hannah, Emme, Blaise, Draco, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fleur, Tonks, Remus, McGonagall, Moody, Sprout, Flitwick, and others I couldn’t see in the vast room. Kingsley faltered at the large defense behind me.

“You send her then you send each one of us,” Harry spoke clearly. “I’m your stupid chosen one, even if she did something wrong, don’t I have clearance to pardon her or something?”

A smile crossed my face. Intense silence stretched on consuming time and space until it was suffocating me.

“Very well,” Kingsley sank back into his chair. “Y/n you have been cleared of all charges and sentencing. You are free to go,”

Relief flooded through me as the room erupted in cheers. I met Draco’s eyes and he was smiling with pride. I collapsed back into that wooden chair in tears. There was a swarm of people around me, all making sure that I was alright, but they all parted for Draco to reach me.

“Love?” He asked softly, kneeling before me. “I’m here,” He pulled me into his arms and we shared the embrace of lovers. As I exhaled, the weight of the world fell to the floor.

I was free.

I was acquitted.

Now, I just had to find my innocence.

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“Draco?” It was a crisp autumn morning. He looked up from the newspaper. “I’ve been thinking,”

He smiled and set down the paper, giving me his full attention. I almost wished he didn’t.

“I… I know it’s been a long road here… and since we’ve met it’s kinda been hell.” A sad laugh left my lips. “There’s a whole world out there Draco,” My eyes flickered to the willow growing outside the kitchen window.

“Yeah?” He prompted softly.

“Don’t you want to go see it? Be young and reckless and not have to feel like—like you’re running an entire school?” I gestured.

“I do,” He confessed softly. “We are still young Y/n, we have a long life ahead of us,”

“…You still want it with me?” I felt as if the oxygen was being vacuumed from my lungs. “We were just kids when we met Draco. We went through a war together—and now it’s over. The war. You don’t have to stay here,” This house was just as haunted as I was.

“What—where is this coming from?” Draco stood, rounding the small breakfast table. “I want to be with you. I want to share my life with you,” He took my hands into his. “So, let’s go travel the world together—learn who we are outside of the war.”

Hope sparked in my chest. “Really?”

He laughed softly. “Oh my darling, you are one of my best friends, I’ll go anywhere with you,” His words lured me to melt into his warm embrace. We sat on the kitchen floor. He stroked my hair softly.

“Just for a while,” I mumbled. “There’s so much we haven’t seen,”

“I know,” The smile was evident in his voice. “And it’s going to be incredible—and we’re going to learn how to heal along the way,” I nodded into his shoulder.

“I was thinking about maybe even living muggle for a little bit,” The confession was a weight from my shoulders. “I need space.”

“Okay,” His soft agreeable caught me off guard. “I think it would be good for both of us actually. And maybe even fun,”

I laughed softly as tears formed in my eyes. Leaning against him I watched the morning sun move across the wooden floor.

“I love you,” I whispered softly. “And if you… if I’m not…”

“Hush,” it was a soft reprimand. “I think you’re right. We need time away from it all. To find who we are away from it all,”

I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder.

“We’ll come back,” I promised.

“I know we will,” Draco smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Knowing you, you’ll want to come back and help build a better system,”

My cheeks flushed red. I hadn’t told anyone about my ideas to make Hogwarts better—to make the Ministry better, hell to even make Azkaban better. It was time for things to change. I smiled to myself. Maybe I was more rebellious than I thought.

And yet, Draco knew—he knew all the little plans in my head that were hidden just for me. Being known felt like belonging—and I belonged with him.

**********************************

Traveling with Draco would always be saved in my memories until I died, and when it started to slip, it would be saved into a pensieve. I wouldn’t forget.

We bought a muggle car and drove it until it felt right to stop. It wasn’t the famous places where we found ourselves, rather it was the forgotten places where we felt most at home. Where I could stand on a cliff edge and just scream and laugh and no one was around to hear me. Where Draco and I would sit at the edge of a river and send down leaves that held our biggest regrets, our losses, and our fears, learning to let go. Where we would sit in cafes and draw what we saw around us and enjoy pastries and tea. Where we could dance in the middle of a crowded room with other couples who didn’t know us from Adam.

But that is a story for another time.

For now, I’m sure you have a burning question that you’ve been waiting for me to answer.

And yes.

Draco did take me to go and see Phantom of the Opera in Paris like he promised.

Oh, and we got married.

But, again, that is a story for another time.

There is one last person I want you to meet before I close.

**********************************

My heart caught in my throat.

“Draco?” I squeaked out, leaning against the bathroom counter. “Draco!”

“What? Are you alright? What’s wrong?” He was frantic, looking for danger.

“I’m… pregnant,” I whispered, looking at him in wonder. “Draco… I’m—“

“Holy harpies,”

Realization flickered across his face as it rose into an elated expression of joy. A victorious laugh as he scooped me up and twirled me around our lavish bathroom, in our muggle flat in the suburbs of London. His joy was contagious as I giggled in his arms, holding onto him. He set me down, stroking my face softly. Then he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

Draco must have seen some fear linger in my stare. Some uncertainty that was well justified.

“The war is over,” Draco reassured drawing me back into his arms. “They’ll be safe. We’ll make sure of it,”

I nodded, curling my fingers into his sweater, my smile returning.

“I’m gonna be a mum,” I laughed.

“And you’re going to be absolutely brilliant.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Absolutely brilliant.”

“And you’re gonna be a great dad,” Tears pricked my eyes. “God, I don’t know the first thing about being a parent,” A nervous giggle left my lips.

“We’ll learn and figure it out,” He stroked my cheek softly, stealing another kiss.

A thousand parenting books, a baby shower, and a few doctors appointments later, Draco and I were curled up on the couch in our flat as the fire crackled in the hearth.

We had yet to settle on a name��to be fair we narrowed it down a lot, but with every new suggestion came a new round of anxiety that it wouldn’t be just right. It left me up at all hours thinking of it; so much so that Draco had to find a pregnancy safe sleeping potion so I could get proper rest.

“Elizabeth?” Draco mused, after my mother. I pursed my lips. It had been a suggestion that circled around.

“I’d like it as a middle name,” I decided, the thought had been mulling over in my mind.

“Okay done,” He smiled, reaching over to stroke my stomach before resuming his massage of my sore feet.

“Still need a first name.” I pondered, leaning my head against the back of the couch. “Narcissa?”

Draco snorted. “I’m not calling our daughter by my mothers name,”

My heart fluttered when he said our daughter.

“Well we need something,”

“How about Lucy?” That was a new suggestion: one not voiced by either of us.

“If that’s some way to get me to name her after your father I swear to Merlin—“

Draco burst out laughing shaking his head.

“Godric, no. Ugh,” he chuckled. “No, love, Lucy as in the first one to find Narnia. Ya know, that book you read to me all those years ago. The current theme of our nursery?”

“Oh,” my eyes widened at the thought, my heart softening. “Lucy,” I looked down, caressing my stomach when I felt something odd. Frowning I pressed my palm over the area. Draco caught my confusion and grew very concerned.

“What? Is she alright? What wrong?”

“Nothing,” I grinned. “She’s kicking—I think she likes her name,” I reached out for his hand and placed it in the same spot where mine resided as I felt her kick again.

“Hello little Lucy,” Draco whispered softly. “I can’t wait to meet you,”

Tears pricked my eyes as I watched him talk to her softly. And like every night, Draco got up and made me my tea that had Sleeping Draught in it—which he brewed specifically for me. It reminded me of our school days when he would spend class time brewing me anti-anxiety potions. It warmed my heart that his habit didn’t wane even with the years past.

That night my eyes fluttered open. I woke in the night, barely awake and ready to fall asleep again when I heard a soft voice. At first I thought Draco was trying to speak to me but I quickly realized that he was talking to someone else.

“You’re going to be one of the greatest wizards to ever walk the earth,” he murmured softly. “You’ll be kind and smart like your mother. You’re going to love her so much. We already love you so much.”

I let my eyes drift closed as a smile touched my lips. I resisted the urge to reach out and take Draco’s hand, in fear that he might become bashful about the situation.

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A small bundle of warmth rested on my chest, peacefully sleeping. My hand rose and cradled the small thing, tears pricking my eyes. My other hand was still clinging to Draco’s.

Lucy Elizabeth Malfoy.

There were tears in Draco’s eyes as he reached out and with the softest touch caressed her tiny head.

“She’s beautiful,” he murmured. “You did so well,”

Exhausted, I let my eyes close, knowing that all was right with the world. Lucy would grow up in a world free from the threat of Voldemort and Draco would be by my side to protect her. We had already bled and fought and now we would make this new world we fought for, right for her.

A new legacy.

A new hope.

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hi, can you make headcanons of yandere draco malfoy with a male reader who is from Hufflepuff

For sure homie

I honestly don’t think he’d care what house you’re from(except griffindor maybe-?) but this definitely plays into the whole ‘every Slytherin has a hufflepuff’ thing

As mentioned before, Draco takes awhile to reach the height of yandere. Though it may be sped up if you’re a hufflepuff, what with your houses reputation of loyalty and the like.

Draco is big on loyalty- specifically with friends and family. So, a hufflepuff friend would do wonders for him, which would definitely feed into any future obsession he’ll hold toward you.

He may feel the urge to defend you from other houses, because let’s be honest- hufflepuff gets picked on a bit for being too ‘soft’ sometimes. And Draco wouldn’t let that slide when it comes to someone close to him being teased for something so stupid.

Draco will beam a little at the trope about Slytherin’s and Hufflepuffs n all though, he may even boast about it too, I wouldn’t be surprised nor put it past him if he did.

Atleast no one would question you being in the Slytherin dorm? Hufflepuffs and Slytherins tend to hang out in each others dorm common rooms a lot to hang out anyways, so no one would really mind.

And if they did? Draco promises to have a word with whoever it is that bothered you.

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crush!

๑.pairings: draco x fem!reader

๑.genre: fluff, crack, no voldy au + sfw !!

๑.synopsis: just draco having a crush on you! and the slytherin gang has some plan of their own amusement to it.

๑.warnings: grammatical errors, rushed ending (?) AHHAHHA

๑.status + house: pure-blood (but born in the muggle world), hufflepuff

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From the slytherin prince himself, he was known for his attitude. Calling out half-bloods, and mostly the muggle-borns, calling them such names as: “mudbloods”. And he really thinks that the world revolves around him sometimes, but then you came. A hufflepuff that has the same class as him in herbology class, and happens to be standing beside him during class. You were quiet and reserved, from what he has observed, you only talk when it’s necessary.

Everyone may all know that he doesn’t do dirty works like, holding dirt, sitting on the grass or even the ground itself, and he is afraid of bugs like what happened in his first year detention with the golden trio in the forbidden forest at night.

Funny thing is, you started correcting him one time and it got on his nerves. But the truth is, you were actually right about it. When the class finished, he caught you crouching and happened to tie your black boots. As far as he can remember, that was not in the proper school uniform rules. Then he laughed at you for having those boots because you couldn’t “afford” such proper shoes for the uniform. Then the next day of the class, you weren’t there anymore. At first he just brushed it like it was nothing. Then the following days of herbology class without you, he was now all grumpy. Even his friends couldn’t even get to make him feel better. He kept eyeing you on the hufflepuff table in the great hall or even during his quidditch match against the other houses.

The only person he could come to ask for something was Blaise. As soon as he confronted this to him, Blaise let out a small chuckle. He confronted Draco that he was having a crush on you, to which he denied and proceeded to explain about purity of pure-bloods, the sacred 28, and the muggle borns.

And, he found himself lying on the infirmary, with his friends surrounding him and he gritted his teeth to remember him and Harry, chasing over the snitch.

“Excuse me,” the familiar voice made him stop looking like a grumpy kid. His friends gave way to see you. Your hair was tied in a high ponytail and with just yu white shirt and the uniform you had, and you were holding something. Blaise looked at him and raised his eyebrows and leaned closer to draco to whisper something.

“It looks like your nurse is here,” he gave him a coy smile and left, “take care of the prince,” Blaise looked at you.

“Blaise!” Draco said, his heartbeat won't stop beating fast as you went closer to him. Blaise looked back and waved goodbye and left the room. The room was silent, way too silent. You placed the medicine beside the counter.

“Let me see your arm,” you instructed. He looked at you with his eyebrows, scrunching. You sighed and gestured your hands to hold his broken arms. A few seconds later, he obliged.

You started on removing his robe and the arm gear, “You know, you’re kinda being reckless during the game.” you started a conversation. Your touch against him made him tense as ever.

“I am not. Blame Potter for that,” he replied. You chuckled, “ah, it's always potter. You know, i kind of thought that you fancied him."

He was furious, how can he be fancied by someone like potter? “That’s absurd! Why would I even do that?! And besides, I have one that I fancy.” oh boy.

You looked at him with a surprised expression. “She must be lucky then,” you commented.

He smirked, “of course she is.”

As soon as you changed the bandage on his arm, you gave him a medicine to which he complained about the flavour. “Yuck! What is this rubbish?”

“Don’t expect medicines to have the same taste as pumpkin juice,” you deadpanned, “and stay there until the end of the day, madam pomfrey will take a look over at your arm.” you instructed him.

“You clearly did a good job over mending my arm l/n,” he said. With the sudden praise he said, he saw your widened eyes and blushed a little and you shook your head immediately, “no. I refuse, you stay there and wait for madam pomfrey.” you insisted. And he stayed.

It was only 4 hours later, madam pomfrey arrived at the infirmary. "Goodness me miss y/n i apologise for the delay," she walked towards draco and took a look at the bandage, "hmm, i see, well done miss y/n you did a good job on mr. malfoy's bandage. We can go on to the next lesson," she gave you a book, "Mr. Malfoy and Miss y/n, you two may go for dinner, just come back here for tomorrow's check up and training."

The door closed behind the two of you. You were holding your robe and wore it as you two walked down to the stairs. The silence is killing him. Maybe Blaise was right after all. Maybe he has a crush on you despite being a muggle born.

"So uh, what does the muggle world look like?" He asked, you turned your head in his direction. You dramatically gasped, "w-wow, the slytherin prince is interested in the muggle world!"

"Don't make me change my mind."

"Geez, okay okay,"

Soon, you began to talk about your world, the transportation, how telephones work, and the people, you even included your parents. But somehow, he seems intrigued. Especially the oh, so famous romeo and juliet story and also the music you like to listen to.

Surprisingly, the weather at Hogwarts is a bit hot. You never knew why. You just went into your first class, which is potion class. Just when you went inside, you can already feel like sleeping in this class. No matter how hard you try to listen to the procedures, you end up dozing off and get scolded by professor snape. It's not your fault you go back late to your dorms due to the lesson you had with madam pomfrey.

"If you want I can let you borrow my book, if you want to of course," you both were almost at the great hall, "i'll think about that," he replied.

"don't be reckless next time. see you around i guess," you bid a goodbye and fasten your pace to get inside first. A couple of seconds, he went in and sat down on his table where his friends were.

You stood on the corner and placed down your cauldron, books, parchment, and quill. The first 20 minutes was fine, until you started to doze off like you used to. A poke on your side made you jolt and yelped at the sudden touch. You looked behind to see Malfoy behind the other table, "what?" You asked.

He looked sideways and leaned a bit to you, "you were dozing off," he whispered.

"what?" You whispered back, "I can't hear you!", you whisper-yelled.

"Five points taken from Hufflepuff and Slytherin for talking in class," the voice of professor snape made you both freeze at the moment, you both looked at him and stared at you two. You both looked at your book immediately to avoid any more deductions. Blaise on the other hand chuckled at himself.

Five minutes ago…

"Open your books on lage 365." Snape instructed the slytherin table and most of the tables followed and began to read at the new potion that they were all working on. Draco, who was writing on his parchment for the materials needed, blaise tapped on his book to get his attention.

"What?" He asked. Blaise pointed at you. Your head was slowly going down and up, probably dozing off in class.

"It looks like Miss Nurse didn't sleep well," he teased.

"So?"

"So?" Blaise countered.

The two had a deadpanned look on each other. Professor Snape has started walking around the class to see who is working well. Draco looked at you, sleeping so peacefully while standing. Without thinking, he poked your side, making you jolt and yelped a bit. It was cute.

Back to the present…

Too bad, Snape has taken 5 points from slytherin. He was disappointed. But what's more irritating to him is that, balise was chuckling on his side. Blaise wrote something on his parchment and passed it silently to draco. He took the paper from Blaise and read the small note.

'Bloody hell, you're totally whipped for her!'

And he crumpled the paper and continued his work.

He was called to do their routines, and started their training, he kept stealing glances at you. He drove faster because he was unable to tell Cormac to go away from you. But instead, he let the ball fly over your side, hoping it could hit Cormac, but well… let's just say his calculations were wrong. You got hit in the head instead, leaving you unconscious. He immediately flew towards you. He gave Cormac a sharp glare and took you to the infirmary.

The next time he met you, was at the quidditch fields, you were working on something on the side, all alone. Perfect timing to show off and just to see you on the side. But his little perfect imagination was ruined when Cormac McLaggen went up to you and sat down beside you. He never held his broom way tight before. The way your face made a face that showed no interest in his talks, he was a bit relieved.

It was his first time letting someone ride on his broom. At The same time while he was flying, he could help but to have that grin he was used to showing. Who would ever think of him carrying you after all. Well, the golden trio saw him, and some students too. Ron was raising his eyebrow and looked at his other friends who were also confused, "bloody hell, I feel sorry for the girl," he commented. But Hermione was quick to make a move and smacked him with the newspaper on her hand.

He has successfully put you down on the bed, madam pomfrey was worried and told draco to get back to practice, but he didn't listen. Giving her an excuse of what you did before, and he was now trying to "pay back" what you did. And of course madam pomfrey was not the type to get fooled very easily. She knows.

It wasn't that long, you soon woke up. But you can still feel the pain on your forehead. Your view was blurry, you started to blink slowly, hoping the blurriness will be gone in no time.

"Merlin, Merlin. lay down, seriously."

With an annoyed voice you said, "For the love of Merlin, McLaggen, I told you many times, I'm not going out with you on hogsmeade." He looked at you with both of his eyes, squinting. "Do I look like McLaggen to you?" he asked.

You turned your head to see Malfoy beside you, "thank merlin, i thought he followed me here," you sighed in relief. "Did you? Carry me all the way here?" You asked. As you saw him wearing his quidditch uniform, you suddenly remembered what happened to you. How tragic.

"I feel obligated, and don't even think that I do this because I care." He replied.

"Pfft-"

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, it's just you seem to have a problem talking with your feelings aren't you? I feel bad for the girl you fancied. She may be lucky but Merlin, you should try to be more not in denial," you advised, "you may never know. The results may surprise you, you know or whatever and go on being that prince."

Then you should feel bad for yourself then!

Madam pomfrey arrived and gave you medications and released you.

Both of you once again were at the door of the infirmary. Just like before, but this time, you were the one who got treated. Same as ever, you both went down on the stairs.

The same question kept running through his head. It's now or never, "about McLaggen—"

"Don't speak his name please, he's giving me the chills"

"May I ask why?"

You stopped walking, your face formed into disgust, "because, he's been bothering me for the last month and up until now, it all started in herbology, he kept looking at me, and i feel… disturbed. Then, he was always waiting for me outside every end of class! I could reason that I have a boyfriend but truthfully and obviously I don't have one!"

Draco has a thought of his own. You didn't get upset with him, you were avoiding someone! He thought that you were upset because he teased you. You were busy walking back and forth and started to ramble. For some reason, he finds it entertaining. He stood there and crossed his arms, waiting for you to realise.

"Why don't I help you?"

You stopped. "What?"

"I said-"

"I heard what you meant, but help? About what?"

He rolled his eyes and walked towards you, "you said you want him to get away, and i'm here being this kind," he smirked.

Your mouth was open. In your thoughts, the one and only Draco malfoy is offering to help you.

"Sure, if it means to get him away from my life, I'll accept it." You gestured for a handshake, "but do remember that I need to have something in return," he held your hands and shook it as a form of agreement. "What is the 'something' that you want in return?" You asked.

"Soon enough I'll tell you," he answered. You both once again walked towards the great hall to eat dinner. But what you didn't expect is that as soon as you both were at the door, he rested his arm over your shoulder and his face was more proud, as if it's the usual thing that he has been doing. Meanwhile you, you were surprised. You can feel your cheeks burning. The longer his arm was on your shoulder, your head was slowly going down because of the embarrassment.

"Malfoy, what are you doing?" You said in a shaky voice.

"What? You said that you wanted my help?" He innocently asked. Draco raised an eyebrow. You both entered the great hall, everyone’s gaze fell on you, mostly. They started whispering in each other’s ear. “M-malfoy look! They have started talking about us!” you whisper-yelled. He led you to the hufflepuff table and patted your head and gave you a coy smile, leaving you all red. Your friends wiggled their eyebrows and began teasing you, “you and malfoy huh? Details please!” they happily said.

Meanwhile, He went back to the great hall to see his friends looking at him. Theo was the first one to ask him, “you and the hufflepuff girl?” he smirked. Blaise on the side smirked too, “No wonder you ditched your practice earlier.”

“Ditched the practice?” a voice from the side revealing pansy. “That’s so unlike you,” she teased.

He groaned and lifted his head to look at your table, you were still being bombarded by your friends' constant teasing and questions. What he didn’t know was that he was smiling.

Pansy noticed it, “bloody salazar, you’re way too whipped for her!” she gasped. Blaise laughed, “like I said in potions class,” he added.

“She’s a muggle born right?”

Theo’s question made them freeze, “she was but her parents are both pure blooded.” Draco answered. Another gasp came out from pansy’s mouth, “you seem like a creep draco. How come you knew this all along?” she asked.

“We talked from my last game that I got from my trip to the infirmary and she helped me mend my arm.” he simply told them. By the tone of his voice, there was no holding back and just simply said the truth, leaving them speechless.

After the dinner, they all went back to the common room and sat down on the sofa. Theo Pansy and Blaise were sitting on the sofa while Draco went up to his dorm and began working on his essays. “I bet 15 galleons if the Hufflepuff girl kisses him first.” pansy announced.

The boys looked at her with a smirk on their faces. “I bet 20 galleons if Draco kisses her,” Theo said. “I agree with Theo,” Blaise added. Pansy smirked, “I'll make it 25, then it’s a deal.”

“What are you three doing there?”

Daphne’s voice made them freeze.

Theo signalled Daphne to come over. “We’re betting on Draco and the Hufflepuff girl on who kisses first. Wanna bet?” he asked. Daphne shrugged her shoulders. “Sure,” she agreed, “how much?”

“25 gallons if the girl made the move or 20 for Draco”

“25 for the girl, you never know girls can be unpredictable too you now,” he said and pansy and her high five-d.

You nodded. "He does. Thank you Malfoy, if you want I'll treat you to three broomsticks, if you're up to that of course." You offered.

“This will be fun.” Theo laughs.

The following day, He walked you to class in potions. You were still overwhelmed by what happened yesterday. He leaned on to your ear before walking to his seat "looks like McLaggen finally stopped."

"Seems tempting," he commented. You rolled your eyes playfully. "The offer still stands," you added.

Snape entered the classroom with his robe swaying behind as he walked to the front. You and everyone followed and Snape began the lesson. At the end of class, you separated yourself from Draco and went ahead. But to your dismay, McLaggen was leaning against the wall. You stopped your tracks and decided to go back. But he was too fast. He grabbed your robe and you muttered something under your breath.

"Never knew you and Draco, huh." He says. As much as you wanted to say that it was all fake, but you can't.

On the weekends, you completely hide yourself, you would avoid your friends, and even malfoy, who is helping you. You went to honeydukes, and you were wearing a full black outfit. And to be honest, black is the most attractive yet powerful clothing statement to be known. With your usual doc marten boots that your parents bought you a year ago, and a black dress and a black coat to match, you were holding some chocolate treats for you to eat later to study.

"Like I told you! Go bother someone else, I'm tired of you following me, asking me to go out with you when I'm not!" You angrily said.

He walked closer to you. "Like I'll bloody believe that you have an actual boyfriend to begin with, and I know it's fake l/n." He smirked. You yanked your robe and began to walk away from him by fastening your pace.

You looked sideways to see Mclaggen, to your luck, he wasn’t here. You breathed out and walked towards the counter and paid for the chocolate you just just bought. “That would be 5 galleons,” the woman said. You opened your wallet and to your dismay, you only had 4 galleons. You cursed at yourself for not bringing your entire money that you have been saving and was left in your dorm.

“Uh, i’ll just put these back—” as you turned around and a hand reached on the counter. You looked to see who it was, it was Draco Malfoy. “I’ll pay for them,” he said.

“Wha- ?! hey! malfoy!” you were surprised to see him. Both of you locked your gaze upon each other. He wore this all black suit that contrasts his pale skin and his platinum hair colour.

It was his first time seeing you in casual clothes. You were wearing all black and your usual boots. If he's not gonna lie, you look dashing on it. You first went outside and so was he.

"I could've put those back and laid them myself malfoy," you told him.

He scoffed lightly. "Come on, that was just a small bill, nothing too expensive."

You rolled your eyes, "yeah, like you know the word 'expensive'." He laughed at your own joke. He then asked, "by the way, why are you avoiding me? Was I supposed to help you right?"

You groaned, "I know, it's just—" you pulled him onto the alley beside honeydukes, "McLaggen knows that all of it was fake." You stated. He rolled his eyes, "that git." He mumbled.

"So am i gonna do the next step just for him to stop bothering you?" He asked. You shrugged your shoulders, "I don't know. and besides, why are you helping me?" You asked.

"Isn't that obvious? Because I wanted to." He replied.

You shook your head. "No, is there a hidden meaning to it?"

He groaned.

You kept looking at your shoes, not knowing what to say. You looked away from his gaze as you tried to think about an excuse and hide in your common room or anywhere.

You kept on fidgeting your own thumb with your index finger, "i gotta go now," you excused yourself. When you were about to go out from the alley with Malfoy, you saw McLaggen walking by. You immediately went back to the alley. Surprisingly, Malfiy was still there and saw you panicking.

"I'm so sorry for this but-" when he was about to ask why, you landed your lips on his. You were on your tip-toes because he was taller than you. You cupped his cheeks and the paper bag you were holding just now fell on the ground. Of course Draco was surprised by how you simply kissed him. He was happy that you kissed him. That made him even more excited. Somehow, he thanked McLaggen in his mind as he started to grab your waist and pulled you closer to him.

The kiss lasted for a minute or so, you were all red. For your first kiss, it is the one and only Draco Lucius Malfoy. You didn’t know whether to cry about it or laugh at it. But for the boy himself, he was blushing now.

“I am so sorry for that malfoy, i didn’t what i was thinking—”

He smirked. And kissed you once again. He looked on the side to see McLaggen and continued kissing you. He broke the kiss, leaving you breathless and all red. “Just don’t apologise, or I'll do it again.” he says.

“And as for the ‘something’ that i want i return now that git is gone, go out with me, like seriously.” he said.

Your face was clearly dumbfounded, “huh?” you gasped slowly. You avoided his gaze. From the corner, to the wall and the streets, you began to stutter as you gave him your reply, “s-sure… I will.”

He smiled. He grabbed your hand and pulled you all the way to three broomsticks. To be honest, when he grabbed you and began to walk, you couldn't help but to think of him as a child who was excited to go around town. You both sat down, and the waitress began taking your order.

“One butterbeer. And yours?” the waitress asked.

You replied, “One butterbeer too.” the waitress went away leaving you both on the table.

You asked, “uh, so… what made you like me?”

“You?” He raised his eyebrow. “Is liking someone, be needing a reason for it?” he asked back. You shook your head and he chuckled, “thought so.” he replied.

“But get this, this whole thing, is new to me okay? I’ve never been on a date before and I'm generally new to all of this.” you told him. “And i’m still processing on what happened earlier and-”

“Okay, okay, I get it. I won’t rush you, I guarantee that.” he says.

You smile as soon as you hear that he won’t rush things. Draco himself may be predictable in his insults, but what made you wonder what kind of person he is, what could be his favourite book, favourite spell and other interests he had.

“Well, i think it’s unfair that you know the things i like to do, why don’t you share something for me to know?” you asked.

The waitress arrived and gave the order. He took a sip from his drink, “what do you want to know?” he asked.

You cracked a smile, “everything like what i shared to you last time.” you took a sip from your drink.

“See! I told you she’ll kiss him first!” pansy cheered. Blaise and Theo gave her a small pouch containing galleons, and Daphne cheered too.

What they didn’t all know but, pansy set up the whole bet by bringing McLaggen to hogsmeade.

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Blaise: You need a hobby.

Y/n: I have a hobby!

Blaise: Pissing off Draco doesn't count.

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wynt3rrr · 1 year

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—NSFW: favorite sex position

harry potter:

reverse cowgirl

hermione granger:

doggy style

draco malfoy:

the butterfly

ron weasley:

luna lovegood:

butter churner

george weasley:

seated wheelbarrow

fred weasley:

woman astride

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literaturewithliz · 1 year

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Could I request a cute fluffy one shot for Draco malfoy accidentally falling for a muggle born hufflepuff, she likes baking and makes everyone birthday cakes if they want and he doesn’t get the hype about her and never met her but let’s say his friends asked her to make one for hi birthday and he’s just so confused and flustered

Thanks so much for the request! I love this concept so much, as a baker myself. I’m very sorry it took a hot minute, I just had no idea how I was gonna structure the fic, but then I just went with a couple of options and like how this turned out!

Draco was puzzled, to say the least.

He wasn’t puzzled by the fact that the box just outside of his dorm door had your signature on it, because cakes were kind of your claim to fame around Hogwarts. And the reason why was very clear. The immaculate silver piping along the edges of the cake could only have been done by your skilled hands. The Slytherin green icing on the base and top of the cake could have only been perfectly recreated thanks to your observant eye. And the fondant black, silver, and green Slytherin crest on the top was so obviously crafted with such care, that only you could have been the one to design it. Not to mention the artfully placed pieces of gold leaf and careful strokes of silver luster dust that seemed to make the cake shimmer.

It was perfection. So no, he was not puzzled that you had designed this cake. He was, however, puzzled by the fact that you had created this cake for him. The only time Draco could remember speaking to you before was in fourth year, after Potter had been selected for the Triwizard Tournament and Draco was so angry that he lashed out at the first person he saw after the feast. Who just so happened to be you. He had called your craft useless and uninspired. He could see the tears in your eyes after he had finished his rant, but all you had done was ask if he was alright. He spat an “I would be much more well if I never had to associate with the likes of you ever again!” and stormed off to his dorm. And you took that literally. Draco never did have to associate with you ever again, because you avoided him at all cost. He was in his sixth year now, and hadn’t heard your voice since his little rant.

So why was he receiving a cake from you? And how did you know it was his birthday?

Eventually Draco realized he must have looked like a complete idiot, just standing there looking at a cake as if it were on NASA’s Top Ten Unexplained Mysteries list. So he picked up the cake cautiously, and gently tore off the little notecard that was taped to the top of the cake box, the one that had your aforementioned signature in pretty loopy handwriting. He looked on the back of the card and found a message in the same handwriting: Happy Birthday, Draco! I don’t know much about you other than your in Slytherin, so I hope this is okay. Enjoy your special day! Best wishes, Y/N.

Draco thought this was more than alright. He loved the cake design, and if rumors were anything to go by, he would also love the taste. He was just still questioning why you had done this for him. The reason why was revealed when Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle waltzed into his room-uninvited- and stood in front of him, expectant looks on their faces. So this was why you had done this for Draco. Because his friends had paid you to. It was all making sense now. He could feel his ears redden a bit, mentally face-palming himself. What had he expected? For you to actually mean what you wrote about having a happy birthday or enjoying the cake?

Pansy cleared her throat, grabbing Draco’s attention. “Do you like it? We had that Hufflepuff girl make it. The one who’s known for her cakes? We didn’t really know what to tell her to put on it, so we just told her to put whatever she thought was best.” The truth was, Draco liked this cake more than he wanted to. He liked knowing that you had put work into something made for him, even if his friends were technically the ones who asked for it. But he didn’t want his friends to know that, so he just went with a normal amount of gratitude (normal for Draco anyways) and told his friends, “Yeah, thank you all,” and set the cake on his nightstand, where it would remain for the rest of the day.

Speaking of the rest of the day, it passed by in a blur. People exchanged respectful greetings and well wishes to him in the corridors, he went about his normal classes for the day, and went to the owlery to see if his parents had sent him anything. His mother had sent him a ring to add to his collection, and a couple of sweet treats, but he heard nothing from his father. Once again, what had he expected? It wasn’t as though Draco and his father had the warmest of relationships. He didn’t know if the lack of warmth was what made him sad, or the disappointment he got when the cycle never broke. All he knew was, he felt like he was about to cry in the owlery of all places.

“Are you alright?” a familiar voice asked from behind him. Draco flinched, startled and embarrassed that another person was seeing him this way. He regained his composure quickly, and replied with, “I’m perfectly fine.” He heard you shift from one foot to another, and turned around to see you standing there, with a small bag of owl feed in you hands. You didn’t look at him, keeping your eyes trained on something to the right of him. He followed your gaze to a medium sized barn owl with a name plate reading ‘Holly’. He walked left, giving you space to walk over to it. You nodded appreciatively, still not looking at him, and went towards the barn owl.

Draco felt awkward, just standing with you in silence, and he could tell you were uncomfortable too. He also felt confused. He didn’t know you had an owl, and why he hadn’t seen you here before, especially given your owls were right next to each other. As if you could sense his confusion, you finally looked at him just for a second, and told him, “It’s not mine, I’m just doing a favor for a friend.” “Oh,” Draco replied articulately. What was he still doing here? He moved towards the door of the owlery to leave, but your voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Did you like your cake?” you asked, slightly timid. Draco felt guilty, which was unusual for him. He knew that the reason you were so uncomfortable right now was because of what he had said to you two years ago. But Draco hadn’t ever felt bad about the way he spoke to people, especially not Hufflepuffs. So why did he feel like a terrible person? “Yes, it was fine,” he replied. “I’m glad it was fine. I had been hoping it wasn’t too useless.” Draco sighed, feeling defeated. “Look, when I said those things to you, I wasn’t mad at you. I was frustrated, is all, and took it out on you. So I’m… sorry.” It seemed like you could sense how difficult it had been for Draco to apologize like that, so you simply said, “Thank you, I forgive you.”

Draco nodded, moving to leave again, when your voice piped up, stopping him once again. “Are you really okay? You look like you have a lot on your mind.” “Like I said, I’m perfectly fine, and even if I weren’t, it wouldn’t be your concern,” he replied with a low voice. “Right, sorry. But you should know, it doesn’t help to just dwell on things, you need someone or something that brings you out of your head sometimes,” you shifted again, letting your right hand lift up to pet Holly. Draco thought on that for a moment, then before he could stop himself, he asked, “Is that why you bake?”

Oh no. Your gonna think he’s a creep now. Your never going to speak to him again. You- “Yes, I suppose so,” you replied, bringing Draco out of his downward mental spiral. Then Draco just stared. He wanted to ask what was causing you so much stress, since it must have been a lot, considering you seem to bake nonstop. But he restrained himself, thinking maybe that would be going too far. But he did say thank you. Then he turned to leave again, and you didn’t stop him.

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Thank you so much for this request! I had a lot of fun with this! I didn’t know if you wanted this to end with a kiss or something, but I didn’t really know how to end this like that, because Draco seems like the type to need time before even thinking of a relationship, let alone kissing and affection. That’s just my interpretation of him though. Once again, I’m sorry it took a while.

#draco fanfiction #draco malfoy #draco angst #draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy x reader #harry potter #Harry Potter fanfiction

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If it's the last time forever

PAIRING: Draco x fem reader

SUMMARY: it wasn't ever supposed to be more than a few nights together but a few nights can lead to three words that can ruin everything

WORD COUNT: 1'243

WARNING: mentions of sex, angst, some poetry I wrote in between

UNIVERSE: harry potter

A/N: hi everyone! Sorry I haven't been as active, adult life is kicking my ass right now, anyway I have a request similar to this so I'm thinking I'll make that part 2

You read the warnings if you continue to read. I'm not to be held responsible.

Comments, reblogs, and inboxes are appreciated and motivational

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Draco knew what this time meant. He'd come to your door around this hour many times but this time it felt more weighted, like what was behind it was his two way answer for life and choosing the wrong answer would ruin everything, he didn't like this feeling. It was suffocating, wrapping his heart in rope and pulling at it till it bled and left sores; but this wasn't supposed to feel that way and it hadn't always.

It was just sex, it had been for months and that's how it was supposed to stay but going into this he knew the risk of touching, seeing, and breathing you in.

That's what started this in the first place.

He'd wanted you but not like this, not before at least. In the beginning he wanted you to himself for pleasure and pleasure only. He didn't like the thought of sharing what he touched and you were his, just for a night; but after a while it wasn't just a quick leave and enter…

The words that were whispered in a breath, the touches that gripped tighter, and the positions went from just feeling to seeing.

The need to see your eyes, the need to feel your lips.

you'd both broken the rules all because sex gave way for feelings and they were clearly there with every movement but neither of you let the words that would change it all slip…

That's where it got intense, that was the hold back that was the brick of ice on waves of water.

As you opened the door you didn't even meet his eyes, and in the beginning that was how it was supposed to be but now it hurts not seeing them look hopeful and excited to see him.

He only sighed as he looked you over while you fidgeted with your fingers. you were so beautiful so perfect to him, something written out of his own diary…

"We need to stop this," you rushed the words out like they were hot on your tongue and he had to admit they stung.

"I- fine" he said, kicking his raw emotions down the steps and watching them tumble.

"Why can't you just say it, do I really mean nothing to you? are you not even gonna try to change my mind!?" You shouted, cracks in your voice making way for your tears to fall and shaking like you'd cave.

"ricochet, ricochet my love… don't fall apart because of me."

"Say what?! That I want this!" He snapped, still fighting back the part of him that wanted more.

"you won't even fight for us, it's like you're heartless!" You say, pointing at him and every breath sucked in like there's not enough air to breathe.

"Can I hold you close, caress your skin, til you can breathe once again? I am the wave beneath your boat, I know how well you float…"

he wanted to tell you that it wasn't true, that he'd been thinking about you when he wasn't here. that he'd been distracted because he needed to be near you to focus. That every time he said possessive things in your ear he meant it but…he wasn't going to.

"I'd tell you something in French because it's pretty, but I can't speak it. My darling, my love. it's hard to be romantic when you're choking on food"

he wasn't sure why but all this scared him, maybe it was because he was in a position that put you in danger or maybe he was afraid of what this all meant but seeing you cry like this dropped his heart Into in stomach breaking it into pieces. He never wanted to be the source of your pain, he only wanted to make everything better but here he was breaking your heart because he was scared.

"Don't cry, please don't cry. I swear I tried but I fuck up sometimes. This isn't an excuse, my pretty muse. I'm an asshole and I know it's true but I sure do give a fuck about you"

"Are you ashamed? Is that it? Does being in love with Harry Potter's sister bother you that much? No, you're a coward. you don't want others to see you with me!"

Your words were full of rage and he deserved it but this was how it had to be, to much was what it would cost and because he hadn't really experienced love he was sure it was worth the risk but he also didn't want it to end like this but telling you otherwise would light a fire in you with hope so he lied.

"yes! I'm afraid I'll look like less if I'm with you!" He said and it sounded like a script he'd rehearsed but it did the job because you felt like a bullet went through you, you were bleeding out, possibly dying.

"Say it isn't true. I'm pulling the rope because I'm in love with you. Be the one to pull it back, fight for what I tried to push back. I won't last long your love gives me a heart attack"

"Get out! And don't even come back again, I never want to see you again, don't speak to me ever again!!" You shouted slamming the door in his face and just like that it was over.

He had to hide his pain as he walked away. He didn't need people to know he was seeing you in the first place. He could hear his father now, picture all the danger this one relationship could be.

He knew if others found out they'd have a field day with the knowledge that draco malfoy was with potter's sister. Word would travel fast like fire on grass, one blade catching and passing along until the whole field burned and that would mean the other death eaters would know. then they'd force him to say where Harry was or worse tell him to trick you into trusting him enough so he could get closer to harry and then they'd want him to kill him.

He couldn't do that to you, he wouldn't.

As time went by his days seemed to be darker than before, much darker and colder than his home.

He didn't like not seeing you anymore, not breathing your air, not meeting your eyes that held a light pulling him and taking him away from all of this.

He wished it was different, pictured a life where he wasn't who he was. Just an ordinary boy without complications but maybe then none of this would have happened, there may not have ever been a him and you.

It made his heart heavy and put a pit in his belly and his throat felt closed and empty. Were you worth it? Were you worth changing everything… he knew you were but he was still just Draco Malfoy and he knew deep down that what happened between you would be the last time forever…

Or maybe it wouldn't

"I can kiss a million roses and forget which one but the reds all stay the same like our love with a claw. I've never been scared of bears because I've never seen them maul but now I know they do have claws, scratching at our love like we've attacked them all. fear not my love, it's not the end for hearts can heal again and roses may grow with new stems…"

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apparentlytheproblem · 10 months

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jealous malfoy please

j e a l o u s y

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

a/n: okay so i'm kinda exited for this one. i took this out of something that happened when i liked this guy, though the last part is pure imagination because he's an arse and wont admit shit ,3. with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- unexperienced writer, suggestive lines in the end, not thoroughly edited

how could she sit there laughing and smiling so beautifully with him?

Draco Malfoy had no so gracefully hurt himself in quidditch, well atleast pretended very well to. As soon as he heard that you were in the great hall, he made up some ache so he he could find a peaceful place to rest with his teammates with absolutely no other intention in mind. ofcourse.

It was a lovley saturday and everyone was winding down from the extra classes to complete portions.

You were happy since a bit, a group of you were sitting in the great hall whiling away some time. You were sitting on a table with Fred on your right and Cho on your left. they were sharing food that they had stolen from the kitchen and having so much laughter and jokes shared between them, it killed Draco a little in the inside.

Draco was there, in the very same room as you.

don't look, don't look.

fuckin Weaselbee, she always talked about him, sat with him and everything, it drove him nuts. you were his, why didn't he understand that?

everyday we talked and it was us, no weasley or his gignatic forehead.

where did he pop up from?

everyone was dispersing, you were walking out the door when someone pulled you by your wrist. A hand pinned you to the wall while an other was on your waist.

oh fuck, you were done for

"could'nt even look at me love? did i fuck you that hard baby?"

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stitched-mouth · 1 year

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Teenagers: Young, Naive & Horny

Fandom: Harry Potter.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff! Fem! Reader.

Format: Short Fic.

Type: Fluff with hint of nsfw.

Word Count: Idk.

Writing Time: 2 hours.

Warning(s): Hint of nsfw (but not that deep).

Summary: Draco gets a little too excited when dancing with you at the Yule Ball.

A/N:

I wrote this just to get back into writing. I’m sorry for being away for so long. Also I’m suddenly really into Draco Malfoy again.

I do have ideas for a part two but I only plan on writing something if you guys want it. Part two would likely be a smut, but I’m not sure yet.

THIS IS SET DURING THE YULE BALL (which is the Goblet of Fire I think)

Draco huffed as he stared at you. Even after quick looks every 5 minutes you still hadn’t noticed the boy staring at you from across the room.

Honestly how dare you not notice, Draco thought, you really couldn’t possibly not notice him staring whilst wearing that gown.

The gown you had picked out for the Yule ball was given to you by your grandmother who claimed it had good luck written on it as it was the same dress that caught your grandfather’s attention and made him ask her for a dance all those years ago.

Now it was your turn to be asked for a dance.

But you didn’t even know. Not when you was stuffing your face with chocolate and other sweets from the dessert table. Draco was starting to feel envious of the desserts as you seemed way more interested in them.

He finally decided to stop waiting for you to notice him (because you never was going to) and go up to you himself.

On the way towards you he was stopped by Pansy, but he walked passed her not even given her a lot. Draco knew that would cost him later (Pansy wouldn’t shut up about it tomorrow) but he didn’t really care right now.

As the platinum haired boy walked towards you he thought about what he was actually doing. He was going to ask a Hufflepuff to dance. Was he out of his mind? His father would certainly think so. The Hufflepuff girl was a known supporter and helper of the Golden trio.

You didn’t really hang out with them but they knew well and they knew you, and the four of you was on good terms. Say if they needed someone to keep watch for them while they were up to something, or a spell idea or really any help you were always to first to offer them a hand. A bit like Neville or Luna.

And boy, did Malfoy hate it. But he couldn’t help his attraction to you. He always found you fascinating and now he had to do something about it.

When he finally reached you, you looked up at him confused with your mouth full.

“Can I help you?” You asked, your sentence hard to understand due to the food in your mouth.

“Um…” Draco’s mind suddenly went blank and he became nervous. It was like he hadn’t planned this far ahead.

The silence wasn’t necessary awkward but it had definitely lasted too long for both of your liking.

“Nothing to say Malfoy? Ok..” You turned back to the sweets table.

“No! Um..would you like to dance?” Draco finally asked.

“You, the Slytherin Prince, want a dance with me?” You looked at him with a suspicious look.

“Yes.” Draco nodded and stuck out his hand.

You should be flattered Hufflepuff, Draco thought.

You stared at him for a few more seconds with your untrusting look. On the inside, you were feeling shocked and very flattered but you couldn’t let Malfoy know that. But you were still unsure.

Eventually you accepted his hand, “Ok…”

Draco pulled your up and lead you to the dance floor. On the way you made eye contact with the Golden trio and a few fellow Hufflepuffs, who all looked shocked and slightly betrayed as you passed them. You felt guilty for a second but quickly decided not you. You’d explain it to them later. They’d understand.

Draco found a spot on the dance floor and turned to face you. He awkwardly placed his hands on your waist, a bit too high up for your liking (it wasn’t really your waist, more like your middle) but you figured he was trying to be sensible or polite. You placed your hands on his shoulder and the two of you slowly began to sway.

You stared at each other intimately while both your bodies moved stiffly and nervously. You wished your body would moved the way you wanted it to. Draco did too, about his own body.

But alas you were both awkward teenagers who didn’t speak often or really like each other.

It made you wonder why you agreed to this dance. Maybe you were just like the other girls and couldn’t say no to Draco Malfoy? You really hoped you.

“Hey Draco?” You spoke up.

Draco was shocked to hear you fill the silence, “Yes?”

“You can…” You moved his hands lower down onto your hips, “See? That’s better.”

Draco felt his face heat up, “Oh ok.”

You continued swaying together. Draco prayed you couldn’t see his flushed face but unfortunately for him, you were right in front of him and the dim lighting wasn’t that fun at all. You could see the blush on his naturally pale face. It made you smile.

Towards the end of the song you noticed Hagrid and his new lover. Hagrid’s head was on her chest as they moved together and the two were clearly very happy together. So you stepped forward and laid your head on Draco’s chest and wrapped your arms around his middle. You didn’t realise how much taller he was until you did this.

Draco was shocked you had made such a move. So shocked it took a good 30 seconds for him to hold onto you back. If his face got get redder, it would. You hummed quietly as you continue moving together.

The boy looked down at you and suddenly felt emended fear. His pants got tight and he suddenly couldn’t moved. He prayed you wouldn’t look down or feel anything poking into you.

You looked up at Malfoy when he stopped moving, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing..I.. I just have to go.”

He suddenly let go of you and ran out of the Ballroom. You blinked shocked and felt a strong sadness.

What was that? He just left you on the dance floor, after asking YOU to dance.

You were heartbroken. You had no clue why he had just left you or that you had excited the poor boy too much.

Onlookers who knew EXACTLY why Draco had disappeared, felt sorry for the both of you. They all thought the same:

Teenager. Young, naive and horny.

It was a pity really, you thought as you felt your crotch burn, you was really enjoying that dance.

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