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undecidedravenclaw · 2 months
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Looking After You || D.M x reader
A/n: I apologize I'm using my phone en so I can't make a real title also trigger warning this deals with depression, eating disorder and just lack of self care but I hope it can provide some comfort xoxox
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"Please drink some water. You need to hydrate." Draco voice gave an almost pleading tone as his eyes stare into yours before glancing at the glass in front of you still full of water. "I'm not thirsty."
"May I have your hand?" He asks politely and you thinking nothing of it, offer it to him as your eyes study the table in front of you. He turns your hand over and you feel a soft pinch as your skin was being pulled. You look over at him with furrowed eyebrows, "You're dehydrated." He was testing how soon your skin returned back to its position.
You tug your hand back, keeping it at your chest as you look at him slightly pissed off that he even had the nerve to trick you into letting him see how your body was being affected by your choices.
"I'm fine." You lie, turning your attention back to the table. "Bullshit." He sneers and you roll your eyes, collecting your books that were beside you on the bench and got up, only leaving Draco to stand up as well.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Somewhere where I can be alone." You huff, slightly glaring at him and race to the girls bathroom.
You let out a breath as you lean against the wall, staring at the bathroom floor. You didn't want to be rude to the only person that was looking after you, but you felt smothered. You felt like this was your issue only and no one needed to be bothered.
You walk over to the sinks, sitting the books down in the empty basin before looking at yourself in the mirror. It had only been a few weeks but you could notice of a slight difference in your appearance. Your cheekbones were sticking out more and your skin looked tighter. But your eyes looked so tired and bags were developing along with turning into a grey color.
You felt out of it, every few moments or so you would have to blink and focus to not faint, your fingers gripping the sink like you would fall if you didn't. You felt weak and oh, the pain in your stomach from restricting.
You didn't mean for it to go this far.
But it did, and it was getting addicting.
And the sick twisted part of you felt almost proud when you saw Draco's worried expression.
"Y/N? Draco's looking for you."
You scoff, rolling your eyes. Of course, he'd send Pansy in after you.
You spin around and look at her, crossing your arms over your chest. "I'm not going out there."
"So, what? You're just gonna live in the bathroom for the rest of your life instead of talking to him?"
"Maybe." It was an immature response, but you felt the need to be stubborn. You couldn't bring yourself to see what he would say and even though he was yours, you felt like there were some secrets and things you needed to deal with yourself.
"Bloody hell, Pansy- out." Draco orders, storming into the bathroom with fire in his eyes as he nods towards the exit at Pansy. She didn't need to be told again and gave her a small sympathetic smile before walking out.
You stood there and look at him as he waits for the bathroom door to close. He turns to you and his eyes narrow, "What do you think you're doing, huh? Think I wouldn't have noticed?" He takes a few steps towards you and you took a few back which made him stop but his eyes were heavy with worry and anger as he looked at you.
It seemed like being angry and playing dumb was your only strategy, "What are you talking about?"
He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he looks at the corner of the room. "You're not that slick and apparently you operate on patterns." He walks over to one of the counters and leans coolly against it crossing his arms.
"I'm fine. I wish you would mind your business." You spat, getting ready to grab your books once more but he crosses the room and stands right in front of you.
"You are my business, but it seems like you have forgotten, maybe the lack of food and water has been affecting your ability to remember simple things." He spoke with such venom but anyone who knew Draco knew that he had a problem showing affection due to his parents and had to lace it with such aggression so that it wouldn't make him uncomfortable.
"Oh, fuck off you asshole." You spun quickly grabbing your books but then you felt pressure against your body and next thing you knew you were pinned against the sink as he held your wrists down.
You lock eyes with each other and at that moment you were ready to just swing. You tried to raise your hands but he was much stronger and kept them down as he stared darkly into your eyes.
"If I was such an asshole I wouldn't be worried about you." He stated and then after a moment his expression softens ans he releases yor wrists.
You sigh, rubbing your wrist as it stung from his grip as he paces around the room.
"I just don't get it, why are you treating yourself like this?"
"I don't like how I look." You spoke softly, barely above a whisper as you look down at the floor. His footsteps ceased and he looks at you in shock as he couldn't believe his darling would say something like that about herself.
"But I do.." he says, walking over and this time takes your hand gently and the other one he tilts your face to look at him. His eyes looked glossy before he spoke, "I will always love how you look...I've seen you even in your worse times and I still couldn't believe that I had such a beautiful girl."
You blush dodging his eyes and once again take interest in the floor, feeling a bit shy from the words he spoke. "But thats you, Dray."
"I would do anything to make you see yourself the way I see you, I really wish I could...just try for me?" He asks softly, playing with the tips of your fingers before bringing your hand up to his mouth and kisses it.
Maybe you could try for him at least enough to make him not as worried.
"I suppose...."
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"Just a little bit, if its calories you're really worried about then have some fruit." Draco suggests as he piles food onto his plate like meat and bread. He had quidditch practice coming up for the day so he was going to need to have as much food as he could stomach.
His idea was good but it was just annoying because you didn't want to eat at all and yet, everything looked mouth watering. Damn you, elves.
"-And water," he added.
You sigh, grabbing some fruit that you liked. One good thing about fruit was that it had water so you were kind of cheating.
"Thank you darling. We'll take small steps so you don't get overwhelmed." He reaches over and squeezes your hand softly before placing a kiss to your cheek, "You got this."
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celest1all · 7 months
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#DESIDERIUM: CHAPTER ONE
#PAIRING: [] draco malfoy x lupin!reader
#WARNINGS: [] depression, mentions of bad eating habits, 's about it for this one.
#AUTHORS NOTE: [] sorry it's so short guys ! i'm very sad atm and i just wanted to kick start this fic somehow lmao. enjoy :)
#DESIDERIUM MASTERLIST [] read the rest here <-
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The worst part about depression isn't the sadness or the never ending pit of pain you somehow end up falling back into regardless of how happy your life is, it's the not feeling anything. No happiness, no sadness and not even anger itself can find its way into your body.
It's just empty.
And that's what she felt, every quaking moment of her day was filled by a gnawing sense of emptiness that nothing could fix. She tried everything, cigarettes, alcohol and even self harm. None of it seemed to heal the wounds inside her, only leaving more visible ones at that.
She found something else, a way to help herself - or atleast that's what she thought she was doing - and that was helping others, giving the people around her the love and care she believed they deserved.
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You walked into the Great Hall, silently wishing that all the food was gone as you weren't particularly hungry in the first place. You scanned over the huge array of students trying to pinpoint the people you were closest to - and the people you made it your mission to protect and help no matter the personal cost.
Harry was the first to notice you coming over, the slight smile gracing his lips upon seeing you. He waved you over and alerted Hermione and Ron that you were there.
"Hey," he said lightly, moving over on the bench to let you sit down "how are you doing?"
His question caught you off guard a bit, no one really paid that much mind to how you felt. You shrugged the feeling off as believing that he only cared as you were the daughter of his late Godfathers best friend.
"I'm fine." You say with a plastered smile, hoping it wouldn't let you down now. It never did, but there was always a chance it might at some point.
Hermione and Ron didn't seem totally interested in your presence and Harry nodded at your answer, going back to the two other Gryffindors in front of him and animatedly conversating with them.
Deciding not to push the conversation - or any conversation for that matter - any further, you started looking around the Great Hall again. Your eyes ended up looking at the Slytherin table, the green and silver ultimately catching your eye.
You never really spoke with any of the Slytherins, there were a few minute long sentences with a few of them like Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. You like Blaise the most, he was nice. You had tripped over one of the other Slytherins foot (you were unsure if it was purposeful or not) and Blaise offered you his hand to help you back up. Ever since then, he would give you small smiles now and again, but you still didn't really speak a lot.
Blaise ended up noticing you daydreaming whilst staring at their table and smiled lightly at you, giving you a small wave. Jolting out of the trance you were in, you waved back, once again giving another fake smile that was getting all to easily to hide.
"Why you waving at her for?" Someone from beside Blaise spoke, he knew who it was though.
Blaise simply shrugged and turned to face Draco, "She's nice, I helped her one time."
Draco snorted at that, disgusted by the idea that one of his own was willing to help a Gryffindor - you no less. "You do know who she is, right?" He says snarkily. "She's Lupins daughter."
Blaise just shrugged again, not really sure of where to go from there. He decided to not continue the conversation and started speaking to Theodore Nott about something else, something irrelevant to you.
Draco looked at Blaise briefly and back to where you were in the Great Hall, you were staring deeply into the table in front of you, whilst still trying engage in any conversation that might potentially be thrown your way by the others. He couldn't understand why someone from his house would help you, and then continue to be civil towards you. You're not only a Gryffindor, but also a werewolf's daughter! Why was Blaise so willing to be nice to you?
The platinum haired boy was fascinated - no, he was confused and ultimately annoyed - about that fact, and what was so special about you. There couldn't be anything, right?
Draco wanted to find out why, and if there's one thing he prides himself on being, is that he will always get his way regardless of the consequences.
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prttydolls · 2 years
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miscommunications ❝ d . m ❞
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sypnosis ; you were angry at draco for his assistant flirting with him, but what happens when you actually hurt his feelings?
warning(s) ; miscommunications, jelly!reader, angst
a/n ; thank you c, for the last name idea and noa & ani for motivating me🤍
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you wanted to suprise draco because his company got over 5 thousand clients in one year.
you got him a cake, with bold letters stating “ congrats on the 5 thousand clients ! ”
you were skipping happily to dracos office when you suddenly see a scene you did not want to see.
you saw, martha wormwood draco’s newest assistant because his old one got fired for stealing all the company supplies for their own greedy reason.
she was flirting with draco, and he wasn't even bothered to tell her to bugger off or something.
you felt so, angry with him. he didn't even mind the fact she was touching him all over the place! he probably even enjoyed the attention he was getting from the famous martha. you just left the cake on the floor outside his office and stormed out the building.
you needed to cool off.
• a few hours later . . .
you were currently smoking on your front porch, you werent waiting for draco no. draco was far from your concern, he could stay in that stupid office of his and let martha rub herself all over that pathetic twat-
“hey.”
you turned to see it was draco, you rolled your eyes at him and replied ; “oh, i thought you werent coming home.” with obvious sarcasm.
he sat down next to you at the swing, looking confused. “whats that supposed to mean?”
you scoffed at him for being so clueless, “nothing, anyways how was your day?” you quickly changed the topic before he qould realise what he done.
“uhm, well .. its been quite tiring i could need some stress reliever...” he said as he motioned his hand onto your inner thigh, god this man was hot- you almost forgot anout your cold attitude towards him.
“yeah, no.” you quickly moved away, dracos eyes quickly widened, did he just- make you uncomfortable? that was never his intention?
“darling? did i make you uncomfortable? im very sorry i know i shouldn't-” he apologized.
no, you werent uncomfortable you just didn't wanna deal with him after what you saw in his office.
“no, you didn't. shouldn't you have that martha girl to help you relieve your stress?” you spat harshly at the blonde.
“what? what about martha?”
“oh please! dont act dumb, i saw her flirting with you in the office when i came by to drop the cake, but obviously you were too busy with wormwood to even notice your so called ‘love of your life’ passing by!”
draco was shocked at your sudden outburst, you rarely raised your voice around him.
“i- what?, i didn't even notice-”
you let out a cold laugh at his response, “ofcourse you dont notice things , afterall you were draco malfoy. YOU NEVER NOTICE THINGS! ugh, your just like your father! always so careless around womens hearts!” you quickly slapped your mouth with your hand, fuck. you messed up, big time.
“wait no- draco i didn't mean like that-” you explained, draco already looked like he was about to cry.
He never wants to me compared to his father, even it was from his mother, friends etc.
he didn't expect it to be you saying that to him.
“is that what you think of me huh? that im like my father?”
you instantly shook your head as a "no", you felt terrible. draco looked like he was about to cry.
“y/n, i didnt expect this from you.”
.....
no words were exchanged for a minute or two.
“im staying at blaise for the night, im sure you wouldn't want a man whos careless about a womans heart around you.”
• the day after the fight . . .
you felt so disgusted with yourself, you hurt your own husbands feelings.
you were sulking in the manor, alone.
you walked around the halls , until you saw draco in his study sobbing. you didn't wanna disturb him, but your heart broke at the sight.
draco was facing at the side of the couch, him laying down and crying.
“im such a bad husband, maybe y/n is right...im like my..- my father.. god how did i even mess this marriage thing up ...”
you wanted to hug him and console him that no, he didnt mess up you did. you were just so angry at martha , you took it out on draco and you felt shit about it.
but both of you needed to just have space for now. so you just left him sobbing at the couch, as guilt slowly eats you alive.
• 2 days later . . .
guilt, the feeling that you have been experiencing for the past 2 days. you needed to apologize to draco, but it was like he was ignoring you and that drove your mind crazy.
this was the first time, in seven years of dating, and two years of being married that a fight has lasted over TWO whole days .
yes, of course you and draco weren't a perfect couple there was ups and downs, and bumps in your relationship but you both loved each other endlessly.
when you used to fight, you both cant sleep while being mad at eachother.
always resolve conflict before bed.
now, that rule was broken over a silly little argument.
you lit up a cigarette, and sat down at the porch.
suprisingly draco sat down next to you shortly after you sat down. there was an awkward but comforting silence between you two.
“l-look, i-” this was now or never y/n.
“im sorry what i said 2 days ago.. i w-was just so upset at martha- and didnt even give you a chance to explain your side.. im so sorry draco..” you confessed, as your eyes turned glossy.
draco cooed at your teary eyes, and held your cheeks.
“im sorry too, i should've- I should've told martha to fuck off, i am so sorry i should have been really considerate in picking my assistants.”
you giggled at him as you threw your *now unlit* cigarette somewhere on the ashtray .
“we are really stupid over fighting something silly.” you laughed. “yeah, we are. i promise id fire wormwood tommorow alright?”
you nodded at him and kissed him lovingly, you were so lucky to have this man.
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thesecretwriter · 2 years
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pretty when you cry (draco malfoy).
Disclaimer: This blog is strictly 18+, minors please do not interact as that is not something I am comfortable with. Please put your age in your bio. Thank you!
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female reader
Summary: A love which you thought would last.  
Warning: Angst.
Side note: Inspired by pretty when you cry. Happy reading! 
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part 2
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Flashback:
“All the stars shine for you, my love.”
An indescribable sort of happy emotion had bloomed in your heart at his words.
Arms made their way around you, pulling you into the familiar warmth you felt with Draco.
A flutter of little kisses was laid upon your neck – your eyes remained on the stars above.
The view of them from the astronomy tower was beautiful but being able to see them with Draco made it even better.
“I yearn for the day we’re able to be away from here.”
“Why’s that my love?” He rested his head in the curve of your shoulder.
“So, I can finally express my love for you in front of all those who are against us.”
He stiffened at your words, hands almost falling loosely on your form.
A silence so loud encompassed you both.
“Our love would never be accepted.”
It was hard, living in a world where the love between a half blood and pure blood wasn’t accepted.
“It wouldn’t matter to me…” You turn to face him, with his hands settled on your waist, “As long as I’m with you, nothing else will matter.”
His eyes were down cast and not meeting yours.
“Am I the girl that you dream of?” You ask caressing his face.
“Of course, you are.” He smiled down at you.
“All those little times you say that I'm your girl. You make me feel like your whole world.” You lay a kiss on his cheek.
The way he made you feel was surreal.
Even though you couldn’t be with each other in the eyes of everyone else. When it just the two of you the world seemed to come to a stop and all else ceased to matter.
“I’ll wait for you, always.” You promised and closed your eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.
Draco had previously become very distant with you. He had withdrawn into himself, and you had a feeling it had something to do with his father. It was a letter from a particular someone that had you cherishing every remaining moment you could with Draco as you didn’t know how much time you had with him.
Hiding this from him was the hardest thing you’d have to face.
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Back to present:
You were walking back from your last class with your books pressed to your chest, making your way to the library to finish your homework.
“Hey y/n.” Pansy’s voice squeaked from the corner of the hallway you were about to enter.
“Yes?” You ask confused as she had only ever communicated with you about schoolwork.
She was leaned against the wall as your stopped in front of her, your eyes briefly me Draco’s as he was stood not too far away with the rest of his clique behind.
“Stay away from Draco.” She sneered towering over you.
“Excuse me?”
“I found the letters you wrote him. You seem a bit desperate for his attention.” Pansy turned towards Draco as he walked to her side with familiar envelopes in his hand.
“I have to say y/n, I thought ignoring them would’ve been the best choice, but you didn’t seem to stop after the first 10. Lucky, I kept them all.” He smirked and threw them towards you.
Thankfully you managed to catch them while balancing your textbooks. When you had a closer look at them, they were indeed letters from you, however these were letters you and Draco had exchanged between one another.
It was way you and him communicated with one another when you couldn’t meet at night.
You gazed back at him, tears gathering in your eyes.
His smirk seemed to weaken a bit before Pansy nudged him, she raised a brow at him.
He reached into the pocket of his robe and drew out his wand, it was pointed towards you.
“Aguamenti.”
You were drenched in water, textbooks soaked in minutes and the letters now almost soggy in your hand.
Pansy laugh could be heard echoing in the hallway, but that didn’t deter you from holding Draco’s gaze.
He seemed stunned for a moment before he put his wand back in his robe and then avoided eye contact with you.
“What’s going on here?” Harry’s voice boomed as he pushed through the small crowd of people surrounding the situation.
“Potter to the rescue.” Draco said in anger.
Harry looked at you up and down, noticing how your arms were now hugging your form as a way to protect yourself from the eyes of everyone.
The smirk on Pansy’s face and snickers coming from the rest of Draco’s clique explained the situation to Harry.
He glared at Draco as he took off his robe to put it around you, his pulled you into his side and he walked past Draco and bumped into his shoulder.
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“I’ll get Hermione, okay? Just sit here for a moment.” Harry said before walking away.
Harry had been polite enough to bring you up to your dorm where he left you sitting on your bed.
When you were sure he was gone you allowed the tears to fall.
Draco had never acted like that before. He usually ignored your entire existence in front of everyone, as you did him. It was an agreement you both had made when your relationship had first started – which was nearly 3 years ago now.
“Oh y/n.” Hermione said sadly as she walked into the room.
“Harry told me what happened.” She said sitting next to you.
She comfortingly rubbed your back as your cried into her shoulder.
“I didn’t do anything.” You sobbed.
Hermione listened as your explained how the incident started.
“He’s going to regret what he did y/n. He doesn’t deserve you, and this isn’t anything he can be easily forgiven for.”
Hermione had known about your relationship with Draco. At first it was hard for her to comprehend as this was the boy who tormented her from the age of 11, but once she saw how effortlessly happy you were, she supported you.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She said waking up and opening the trunk in front of your bed to get some dry clothes for you.
You nodded and took the clothes from her and made your way to the girls bathroom.
While showering you couldn’t help but replay the incident in your mind. The way Draco looked at you wasn’t the way your Draco looked at you.
You chose to spend the rest of your evening in your dorm, telling Hermione you wanted to skip dinner due to being tired from the long week.
“I’ll bring you something to eat when we’re all done. I don’t want you going to bed on an empty stomach.” She said leaving no place for argument.
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Draco’s eyes never left the entrance of the great hall. Each time someone entered, his eyes would wait to see if it was you.
“Aren’t you glad we got rid of your little stalker?” Pansy said gaining his attention.
He robotically nodded and looked down his plate.
Pansy was in his dorm earlier that day, rummaging through Draco’s things trying to find a reason as the why he was so distant with her and the rest of his ‘friends’. That’s when she came across the letters you had owled to him.
That’s when she came to him and curiously asked about it, disregarding the fact that she went through his things to find it.
Following her confrontation to him was the incident in which he used the Aguamenti charm on you – which he seemed to regret the moment he saw the tears in your eyes.
It was the first time he had made your cry.
“Draco, are you even listening?” Pansy asked from across him.
He nodded slowly before returning his eyes to the entrance, he saw Hermione walk into the great hall without you which was odd as you had always been at her side during any mealtime.
The rest of the time at the great hall was spent with his mind trying to come up with ways to contact you. He was aware at the fact that Hermione knew about you and him – but right now the last thing he wanted to do was ask her how you were knowing he would get an earful of scolding.
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The rest of the castle was dark and asleep as you tiptoed your way to your place of comfort.
The astronomy tower.
You were sure Draco wouldn’t be there as he had a Quidditch match the next day.
Peaking at the top of the tower from a few stairs below, you made sure he wasn’t there before going forward.
It was a still a peaceful night, the sky clear of any cloud allowing the stars to shine.
You sat down at the edge, letting your legs dangle.
You leaned your hands against the railing and closed your eyes, enjoying the cool breeze.
The soft approaching footsteps caught your attention.
You panicked thinking it maybe filch. Quickly waking up from your spot, you moved toward a dim lit corner and stood still and out of sight.
When you saw a pair of grey eyes looking at you, you stepped out of your place of hiding, but still stayed a safe distance away from him.
“I thought I might find you here.” He said taking a step forward.
You took a step back instinctively.
Hurt flashed across his eyes, but he quickly diverted his gaze away and up to the stars.
“I’m sorry for what I did.” He said with a pained voice, still not meeting your eyes.
You remained silent.
“Pansy found your letters in my room, and I couldn’t think of any other excuse.”
“That still doesn’t excuse your actions Draco.” Your tone broke when you said his name, causing him to look at you and finally notice the tears.
Without thinking, he walked forward and enveloped you in his arms.
“Don’t cry love, please.” Seeing tears in your eyes and knowing he caused them pained him.
His thumb comfortingly caressed your cheek as you gazed up at him.
“What’re you doing you here Draco?” You ask, composing yourself.
“I didn’t see you for dinner.”
“I lost my appetite when water was dumped on me.”
You wriggled out of his grip and put a good distance between the two of you. You walk to the railing and rest of your hands on them. You knew the moment had come for you to make the final decision, and even though it hurt you the most, you knew Draco would be better of.
“I can’t do this anymore; I can’t continue to ignore it.” You said softly, but Draco was able to hear it.
He felt all blood drain from his face.
“What do you mean y/n?” He asked in a shaky tone.
“I barely recognize who you are anymore Draco. I’m losing myself by staying in the shadows with my love for you.”
“I’m still me y/n, I’m right here.” He said taking his hands in yours desperately.
“My Draco is not here, he wouldn’t have done-“ You got choked up on your words.
“I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to. I promise.”
A sad chuckle leaves your lips as you break from his hold and yet again put distance between the two of you.
He looks to you, holding eye contact. Desperate for you to see how this is affecting him, how he craves to have you in his arms.
“Y/n, please.”
You shake your head, feeling the endless tears flow down your cheeks.
“Don’t you remember all those special times I spent with you, my love?” He asked smiling at the memories.
“I’ll never forget them.” You smile sadly.
“You don’t have to.”
“It’s for the best Draco. We come from two different worlds, you yourself were so hesitant with this relationship from the start. Sometimes you still are.”
“No, I love you. I know that I love you. There’s nothing in this life for me if you’re not there y/n.” He pleads brokenly.
“You’re capable of so much in this life my love. Our love will forever be special to me, I would take you as my lover in every life if I could.”
He walks towards you and gets on his knees, hands wrapped around your waist.
He’s sobbing into your stomach.
In that moment, you knew you would never be able to love someone else the way you did Draco. He ruined the concept of love for you – and you wouldn’t change a thing about it.
You knew this would be your last moment in his arms.
“Draco, look at me.” You said more strongly this time.
He gazed up at you.
“I love you, with all that I am – but we cannot continue like this.” You lowered yourself to his level.
He could tell that you had made your mind up, the woman he loved was here in front of him saying they couldn’t be together.
Gathering himself, he brought your face towards his own and allowed your lips to meet for one last time.
It was a slow, painful and passion filled kiss.
“I love you.��� He whispered not opening his eyes.
Not being able to see him like this any further, you got up from the floor and was practically running down the stairs of the astronomy tower.
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ladyvesuvia · 2 years
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ONESHOTS / SPLIT PART FICS
[try] ✿ - A loveless arranged marriage between two people who had not bothered to try to make it work in the first place.
[nuggets with gravy] ❂★ - Draco takes the reader out for a drive-thru in a Muggle fast food, but they did not prepare the reader’s order properly.
[bluer than blue] ✿ - Let them dirty my name, because I know how much you love yours.
[good 4 me] ❂✿ - A wedding card from a certain someone takes him back to when he was so sure he’d be the bride’s groom.
[no longer] ✿ - Moving on from Draco.
[you don’t know me] ✿❂☆ - Their love has a deadline, it just isn’t clear to both parties that it isn’t forever when the Potions Professor courts the Charms Professor, unbeknownst to him that she’s determined to be somewhere else.
[you think so?] ❂★ - The reader wakes up to Draco talking about her to his friends in that way.
[creepin’ cabin] ❂ - Halloween’s a thrill as Hogwarts introduces the Tri-Wizard Tournament and throws a horror house in to the mix instead of just a feast.
[music lunchbox thingy] ❂ - When the plan to throw a mini party in an effort to make friends with people of her own house goes awry, the least she expected to turn up happens to be the only guest she would have.
[bewizarding] ❂ - Studying for the O.W.L.s with Draco takes an unexpected turn.
[ceasefire] ❂☆ - How they went from each other’s bane of existence to idiots who couldn’t see what they mean to each other resorting to teasing back and forth long after putting an end to constant jinxing and hexing.
[all things sweet] ❂ - Young love and candy — the perfect combination to all things sweet.
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💀Leap of Faith💀
🐍DARK! DRACO MALFOY X READER ONESHOT🐍
Everyone had always warned you to stay away from Draco Malfoy... But there was just something about him that drew you in, and kept you there. But what if everyone else's warnings about the boy had proven to be for a good reason? What happens then...?
• angst; dark themes; language; TW non-con death, use of the Imperius Curse
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It had all happened almost as if in slow motion. You stepping backwards, the feel of the chilled winter air hitting your exposed shoulders, the way the stars sort of seemed to tilt sideways, as they peeked through the clouds. And then just as suddenly, it had all been over, quicker than the flame of a candle being snuffed out.
How had it happened, exactly? That's what all the students and staff of Hogwarts were still asking themselves, even after the space of several months had gone by. Nobody had actually seen it happen, of course.
Well, nobody aside from a boy with ice-blonde hair and eyes of an oceanic blue-grey, eyes that could be warm and mirthful one second, then cold and calculating the next. Only he and a tiny handful of others knew what really happened that fateful night...
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"No. Nope, absolutely not."
Hermione Granger's mouth was set in a grim line, her brown eyes full of distrust. Leaning forward across the library table, her voice dropped to a soft murmur. "Look, it's not that I don't trust your judgement. It's just... Well, it's him I don't trust. Believe me, Y/N, anyone else would tell you the same thing. Draco Malfoy is not to be trusted."
Even after hearing it from several other people, you still refused to believe it. How could someone who was so quiet and so pretty to look at, be as mean and calculating as everyone said he was?? You couldn't believe it, you just couldn't. There must be more to him than that, you were sure of it.
More often than not, there were a few late nights spent down in your common room, sitting in front of the fireplace and relaxing, only to catch a rare glimpse of a smiling Draco with his friends. But again, they were rare. Any other time, the boy was quiet, thoughtful... Maybe even a tad depressed?
On more than one occasion, you had thought that perhaps Draco Malfoy could use a friend, or at least someone to talk to. But now a certain little Gryffindor was seated across from you, insisting that you stay far away from the very boy you always thought about.
"Oh, come on, 'Mione... I'm sure he's not that bad??" you protested. She shook her head at you, heaving a sigh. "You don't understand. He's... He's smarter than he looks, Y/N. He'll use you to get what he wants, if he has to, and he won't feel poorly about it, either. I hope you know what you're doing." she answered.
You flashed a tiny grin across the table at her, before getting up. "Eh, I think I can manage. He just needs someone to talk to, that's all." you told her with a shrug. She glanced up at you then, a look of uncertainty in her eyes. "Alright, well... Don't say I didn't try and warn you." she murmured, before going back to her book.
As you left the library in search of Draco, those words of warning echoed for a moment in your head.
"He'll use you to get what he wants..."
No, you refused to believe it. Sure, he was a Slytherin, and with that came rumors of all Slytherins being sneaky and underhanded. But here's the thing: you were a Slytherin too. And from what others had told you, more often than not, you were probably one of the nicest out of anyone in your House.
Which gave you hope that Draco might have some nice qualities about him, as well. Just because he was somewhat cold and unapproachable on the outside, that didn't necessarily mean he was that way on the inside, too. Maybe he just needed a friend... Someone he could relate to. Or at the very least, someone who would listen to him without any judgement.
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Draco stood there with his fingers curled tightly around the railing, as he stared down into the courtyard far below. How easy it would be, to just slip underneath the metal bar and then take that one little step forward, letting gravity do the rest. Nobody would suspect a thing, at least not until they recovered his badly mangled body later.
"Poor boy..." they would all murmur. Or would they? That was the question, wasn't it? Would any of them even care, if he just... Took that one step forward? Pitched himself off the Astronomy Tower? Would they speak in whispers about it, would word eventually make it back to his parents that their son had died? That he had fallen to his death?
And best of all, or maybe worst of all, would his family finally be spared from the monstrosity that was the Dark Lord? Or would things only get worse, all because of him? All of these worries and more wove a tangled, dark web inside the inner workings of Draco's mind, until he felt like he was going to snap.
Heaving an irritated sigh, Draco reached into the pocket of his trousers, pulling out a rather battered looking carton of cigarettes. With trembling fingers, he slid a lone cigarette from the pack, before shoving the carton back in his pocket and digging around for his silver lighter.
Within seconds, he had lit up, the menthol and nicotine combining to form a heady, albeit slightly soothing, concoction for his senses. If his father ever found out about the dirty habits his son had picked up, Draco would be in even deeper shit than he already was.
But at the moment, he didn't entirely care. He just wanted some relief, some form of escape, from the mess he was currently in. Taking another deep drag, the boy continued to stare down into the courtyard, until the sudden slam of a door startled him, making him jump and causing the cigarette to nearly slip from his fingers.
Draco quietly hissed in pain as the lit end of his cigarette briefly made contact with one of his fingers. Turning around, he withdrew his wand from the inside pocket of his blazer, holding it at the ready and glaring at whoever dared to disturb his moment of peace.
But his hand trembled when he saw a familiar face round the corner, her steps falling silent as she stood there staring at him with wide E/C eyes. It was Y/N... Wasn't she in Slytherin with him? Almost as if in answer to his unspoken question, Draco's eyes landed on the patch embroidered on the left side of the girl's school robes. Indeed, she was a Slytherin...
What in Merlin's name was she doing out here?? As Draco's eyes narrowed further, the girl suddenly offered him an apologetic smile. "Oh, gods, sorry! I didn't realize anyone else would be up here tonight!" she apologized, her words coming out slightly rushed.
"Perhaps you should leave, then." Draco's voice was cold, his words harsh. Y/N's brows drew together in a brief moment of hurt, before she quickly recovered, offering him that same smile as before. "No, please, I don't mean to intrude! It's just... I usually come up here before dinner to get away from it all, to have someplace quiet to think. I've never seen you up here, though." she explained.
This was news to Draco; he had never seen her up here before, not once. "Tell me the truth. Why are you really here?" he spoke harshly again, practically spitting the words out. Y/N's brows furrowed for a split second, her gaze hardening, before she sighed. "What, like I'd really lie to you? Maybe you're just not as observant as you think you are." she said lightly.
"Or maybe," she continued, taking a few steps further into the Tower, "you just want the same things I do. Someone to talk to, or maybe even just a place where your thoughts can quiet down for a while."
Draco scoffed at this, and as Y/N took another step forward, he raised his wand towards her, making her freeze in her tracks. "Right. Like you would know what any of it feels like! The quiet little girl who everyone says is too nice to be a Slytherin. Bookish just like Granger, excelling in all her classes, friends with Parkinson and everyone else. Oh, please! What should you have to be worried about?" he retorted, his mouth turning down in a scowl.
Y/N made a face at him then, before rolling her eyes at him. "Aww, and here I thought you didn't care! But seriously, Draco. Just because I might appear calm and collected on the outside, that doesn't mean I'm the same way on the inside. I actually have my own shit to be worrying about right now, thanks." she told him.
The way she said his name, it made something inside Draco spark for a moment, before he quickly shut it down, taking another drag off his still-lit cigarette. And then Y/N laughed at him. "You know those things will kill you, right?" she pointed out, nodding towards the cigarette held between his fingers.
Draco blew out a cloud of menthol-hazed smoke, and before he could stop himself, one corner of his mouth lifted in a sardonic little smirk as he let out a rather tired sounding laugh. "So what else is new." he sighed, taking another drag. Y/N took one more step towards him, and this time, Draco let her.
Stowing away his wand in the pocket of his blazer, he turned and faced the railing again, his eyes staring unfocused on one of the mountains out in the distance. "Why should you have anything to worry about?" he repeated his earlier question, only this time it was spoken softer and much less harsh.
Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw Y/N come up beside him, her hands resting lightly on the metal railing. "I... I'm worried because I feel like there's something bad coming for all of us. And I feel like either nobody cares, or they care too much that they're choosing to shut themselves down against the idea of facing it. And it scares me, because..." her voice suddenly trailed off in a whisper.
Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw her fingers tighten their grip on the railing, her knuckles nearly going white. He didn't think he had ever seen her this tense, this distressed. "Because...?" he prodded gently, before taking another drag off his cigarette, blowing out more menthol-hazed smoke.
"It scares me, Draco. Because what if this is it? What if this is all there is? What if everything they're teaching us, all of it, is for nothing?" she finished weakly. It was then that she turned to face him, and the look in her eyes nearly made Draco weak in his knees, and not in a good way.
Her E/C eyes were filling up with tears, her previously good mood all but gone now. Something in Draco's heart ached, but like before, he forced himself to shut it down. If you cared too much, the people around you would eventually end up getting hurt, or even worse than that, killed.
Taking one last drag off his cigarette, Draco let it fall from his fingers to the floor of the Astronomy Tower, muttering a quick Vanishing Spell under his breath, before turning to face Y/N. "You know you can't think like this, right?" he sighed softly, placing his hands on the girl's shoulders. She nodded, but there were still tears in her eyes.
Swearing under his breath, Draco did the only thing he could think of in that moment. He pulled Y/N into a hug, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him. And it seemed to help; almost instantly, Y/N relaxed into him, her head falling forward to rest against his chest, her arms circling around his waist.
And to his own surprise, it didn't feel all that unpleasant. It actually felt... Warm. Comforting. Like home, but better, a home he had only ever heard about from the other students, a place where you were actually, truly loved. It felt like sanctuary. But deep down, Draco knew it could never last.
He was a Death Eater now. That meant that he wasn't capable of love, he couldn't be. Anyone who got too close to him or who perhaps loved him a little too much would just end up being nothing more than collateral damage, a throw-away pawn in a seemingly never-ending game of chess.
Only in this game, nobody would call checkmate. Everyone would lose, the Dark Lord himself was slowly seeing to it, coming up with a plan that would throw the entirety of life at Hogwarts out of balance. Which was why Draco could not, would not, let himself get too closely involved with Y/N.
Oh, he would play his part well if needed, but only to keep himself and everyone else on his side alive. After that, the rest of the game, and the other players on the chessboard, would be left up to fate itself. With a sigh, Draco released Y/N, turning back around to face the mountains in the distance.
"Better?" he murmured. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Y/N nod once, as she stepped forward to lean against the railing, staring down into the courtyard below. There was a moment's pause, before she spoke. "They all look so small, don't they? You can barely tell who's who, from up here. Blaise, Pansy, Theo... Hell, even Potter... They're all probably down there right now, all of them oblivious." she murmured.
Draco swallowed hard as his gaze dropped to land on the courtyard below. Indeed, the students looked like nothing more than little colored specks from up here. Heaving another sigh, he turned away from the railing, not wanting to see anything more. It was sick, all of it. Who he was, what he was destined to do, how he was supposed to do it... Who he was going to have to hurt along the way... It was twisted.
"I'm... Heading down. I think they're about to start the dinner service. Feel free to join me if you'd like." Draco spoke quietly, casting one last glance over his shoulder at Y/N, before heading towards the stairs leading down and out of the Astronomy Tower. As he left, he could hear the soft footsteps of Y/N following after him.
His jaw tensed in the darkness as he tugged open the door to the Tower, stepping out into the hall. Y/N would be nothing more than a pawn in the game, he knew that. But it didn't make it hurt any less...
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Three months. It had been three months since you and Draco spoke to each other that night up on the Astronomy Tower. And the two of you were closer than ever now, it seemed. Rumors had even started to spread that you and Draco were dating. And to your surprise, Draco never denied any of it. He wouldn't outright admit it, either... But he never denied it.
Things seemed to be going so well, at least for now. And yet you still couldn't completely shake the strange new feeling that your little slice of heaven would disappear soon. An involuntary shudder ran down your spine as you sat there at the lunch table in the Great Hall.
And almost immediately, Draco noticed. "Darling, are you cold?" he murmured, quirking a brow at you. You shook your head at him, but he still wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him, holding you. And you had to admit, it did help a little, the familiar scent of Draco's cologne surrounding you and putting your mind and soul at ease for now.
"You guys are so fucking adorable." Pansy suddenly said, and you could swear you felt Draco tense up for a minute, before he relaxed again. "Makes me wish I had something like that." Pansy added with a sigh. You watched her look wistfully towards the table where the Ravenclaws were sitting, her gaze landing on Luna Lovegood.
A small smile pulled at one corner of your mouth. Everyone in your House knew that Pansy had it bad for the quirky blonde Ravenclaw, even if she wouldn't admit it out loud. Draco often teased her about it, which more often than not, resulted in Pansy blushing furiously and making an obscene gesture at him with her fingers.
Almost as if on cue, Draco let out a chuckle. "Just go talk to her already, Parkinson. Quit wallowing and do it already." he teased her. She stuck her tongue out at him in response, yet her gaze remained fixed on Luna. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she got up and made her way over to the Ravenclaw table.
Your smile grew a little as you watched her strike up a conversation with the quirky blonde girl, before she sat down next to Luna, chatting animatedly with her. It seemed so easy, so free, all of it. Being able to make friends, or start new relationships, creating memories that would perhaps live on forever, long after the people who made them were gone.
All too soon, a feeling of melancholy slowly began to settle over you. Did any of them even know how bad things were about to get? Did any of them even care? Or were they doing as you had once suggested to Draco? Did they perhaps care a little too much, so much that they were forcing themselves to look past it, to ignore it all?
You didn't want to think of what was to come in the next few months, maybe even weeks. You just wanted to live in the moment, while there still was a moment to be had. Swallowing hard, you snuggled closer to Draco, resting your head on his shoulder and trying to forget your previously morbid thoughts. Everything would be alright... It had to be.
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Seven months. Seven months since that night up on the Astronomy Tower. Seven months since you and Draco had gotten close enough to perhaps be considered lovers, maybe even more. And yet... That feeling of dread still remained, every bit as tenacious as ever, the little claws of doubt and hopelessness digging themselves into you, into your very soul.
Something bad was coming, you could feel it. You were pretty sure Draco knew it too; he seemed to be growing rather distant from you as of late. Sure, you two were close... But something was off about the boy. He no longer wore his trademark smirk when he was with you.
In fact, he seemed to grow rather nervous whenever he saw you, even a bit pained at times. It's like whatever was eating away at Draco's thoughts, was just as rapidly consuming his soul, too. He would hardly speak to you, and on the rare occasions when he did, his voice trembled and he wouldn't look you in the eyes.
So it was with a sense of confusion (and slight hope) that you found yourself being shaken gently awake by none other than Draco, himself. "Dray, what-?" you started to ask, but he shook his head at you, bringing a finger up to his lips. "Shh, don't. I need you to come with me, Y/N. Something is... Wrong. I have to show you." he whispered.
His voice seemed unusually steady tonight, void of any panic or any trembling. This probably should have raised a few alarms within you, but at the moment, you were still trying to fully wake up, and your mind was a bit hazy. As you got up out of bed, Draco's hand found yours in the dim light of the girls' dormitories, and he led you silently down the stairs.
There were only a few students left in the Common Room, two of them being Blaise and Theo. Both of them nodded at you in greeting, though Blaise regarded Draco with a look of confusion. "Bit late for a walk, isn't it?" he asked. Draco merely shrugged, offering him a light half-smile. "I'll be back soon. Stay here." he answered quietly.
With that, he led you out of the room before you had a chance to hear Blaise's reply. You and Draco made your way silently through the halls, taking a path you soon recognized. As he tugged open the door leading to the Astronomy Tower, you glanced up at him, offering him a wry smile. "Need a moment, do you?" you lightly teased him.
Draco didn't answer you; he didn't even smile. Your own smile faltered then, your heart sinking as you followed him through the door and up the stairs. The skies were a vivid midnight blue tonight, the stars out and twinkling brightly, even despite the approaching clouds.
But the air had a certain chill to it, and you shivered as it ghosted over your exposed shoulders. It was the middle of winter, and you hadn't had a chance to throw on a sweater before Draco was leading you from the dormitories. Another shiver ran through you as you followed Draco, coming to stand beside him near the railing.
It was a long moment before he spoke, and when he did, his voice held that unusual calm from before. "I can't do this. I can't keep doing this." he began quietly. Again, that sense of dread came creeping back, only this time it was stronger than ever. You had a sneaking suspicion that Draco didn't just bring you up here tonight for the picturesque views.
You reached out towards him, and for the first time in a long while, he actually shrank back from you, a tense expression on his face. Your hand fell limply back to your side as you stared at him, waiting for him to continue.
"This... Us... It was never going to work. I thought it would, but... There are too many other things at play right now. Too many people, too much to deal with. And I refuse to drag you into it. But... I can't sit around waiting for you, in the hopes that someday this will work out. And I can't let you sit around waiting for me, either.
"That's not fair to you. So I'm doing this the only way I know how. And I hope that someday, everyone else will understand why I did it. I hope you'll understand. And I hope you'll be able to forgive me for it." Draco continued softly, his voice still eerily calm.
You stood there in your pajama bottoms and cotton camisole, shivering from the cold and not understanding what Draco was getting at. It all struck you as odd, and a bit morose, like he was saying goodbye. "Forgive you for what?" you asked in a trembling whisper.
Draco swallowed hard, withdrawing his wand from the pocket of his blazer and pointing it at you. "I'm sorry, Y/N." he whispered back. A second later, the one word you never thought you would hear came tumbling out of his mouth in that calm, smooth timbre: "Imperio."
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Draco watched with baited breath as Y/N's eyes became glassy, hazed over with the effects of the curse he'd just put her under. Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, a voice was screaming out for him to stop, that this wasn't right, none of it was ever going to be right.
But then thoughts of what would happen if the Dark Lord had ever discovered how involved Draco had become with Y/N filled his mind, overtaking everything else. He lowered his wand with a shaking hand, tucking it back inside the pocket of his blazer. He wouldn't need it; their lessons this year had helped him perfect the art of wandless spells.
Now it was just a matter of getting Y/N to do what he wanted her to do... No, what he needed her to do. "This is for the best, it's the only way to keep her out of my mess, to keep her out of his reach." he told himself. Taking a step towards Y/N, he placed a firm hand on her shoulder. This wasn't going to be easy, not by any means...
He looked out over the railing; it was a long way down. But maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it would be over quick, maybe pain wouldn't even be an option, because it would be over in an instant. Taking a deep breath, Draco turned to face Y/N. Her eyes were still hazed over, as she stood there looking out at the snow beginning to fall, not really seeing it.
"I want you to do something for me, angel."
How it deeply pained Draco to say these words, to call her that. Once, a long time ago it seemed, that had been his little nickname for her, a way of showing his affection towards her. But now the words seemed empty, void of any love.
They were meaningless, just vowels and consonants flung out into the cold winter's night. But they fulfilled their purpose, which was exactly what Draco needed right now. Y/N turned to him with a dazed look. "I want you to step over the railing for me." Draco spoke softly.
"But that's dangerous..." Y/N immediately responded, slurring her words just a bit towards the end. Draco nodded, but his hand remained fixed on Y/N's shoulder. "I know, but I've got you. I won't let you fall." he whispered. The little white lie burned in the back of his mind, that voice screaming out again.
He shut it out with a shake of his head, swallowing hard past the guilt building up inside of him. He released Y/N with a shuddering breath, watching as she climbed over the railing in a daze, turning to face him, her hands gripping the metal bar tightly. "Now I want... I want you to just... Let go. Take a step back, just let go, angel." Draco whispered.
Y/N regarded him with a brief look of confusion, and Draco scrambled to find a way of reassuring her. This had to be done, and it had to be done now, before it was too late. "Go on, darling, it's alright. It'll be over quicker than you think, just a second or two." he whispered.
Y/N cast a dubious look down for a moment, before her eyes met Draco's. "But what if I feel it?" she asked, her voice sounding rather small. Draco's eyes widened imperceptibly before he offered Y/N a rueful smile.
"You won't feel a thing, I promise. I'll make it so easy for you, so easy, angel. Just let yourself fall... Everything after that will take care of itself." he answered softly. Y/N regarded him with what could only be a look of hope, something that made Draco's heart ache and twist painfully in his ribcage, as he stared back at her.
"You promise?" she asked him.
"I... I promise, darling. Go on, be a good girl for me. One little step, that's it." he answered. Something in the expression on her face made Draco's heart break in his chest, and his lower lip trembled. And then Y/N's next words nearly brought him to his knees.
"Dray... Why are you sad?"
His eyes welled up with tears as he stared back at Y/N, completely at a loss on what to say to her. It took him a full minute before he could regain enough of his composure to answer her. "Don't worry about me, Y/N. I'll be okay." he whispered. She nodded, like this all made complete sense to her. "That's good..." she murmured in a daze.
She glanced down below again, before meeting Draco's gaze once more. "You and me, right?" she asked, her voice sounding small again, just like before. Draco's breath hitched in his throat as he slowly nodded, his gaze never leaving Y/N's. "You and me, darling. Until the end." he breathed. She nodded, before taking a deep breath. And then she stepped backwards.
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Everything after that seemed to pass by in a bit of a daze. Draco had waited for a full minute, gathering enough courage to take a step forward and look down over the railing, down into the courtyard below. And he had almost broken down right then and there.
The sight of Y/N's body lying there in the snow, her limbs stuck out at odd angles, a halo of red bleeding out into the white around her... It made Draco's stomach churn, made his heart wrench painfully in his chest, until he could barely breathe for trying.
"It's for the best, it was for her own good, it needed to be done." his thoughts kept chanting in his head. But one train of thought kept overtaking all the others: "She could have gone into hiding. You could have loved her. She would have waited."
Indeed, perhaps that would have been the better option. But Draco had run out of options, a long while ago. Everyone he had ever loved, everyone he would ever allow himself to get involved with... None of them were safe. This was the only option Draco had been left with.
As he descended the stairs to the Astronomy Tower, left through the door, walked down the corridors, his mind was a haze. It was almost like he was the one who had been put under the Imperius Curse. Draco glanced out one of the windows into the courtyard as he passed by, and his breath hitched in his throat again.
Y/N was still lying there, the halo of red much bigger now. His lower lip trembled again as he stood there staring at her lifeless body, and he couldn't bring himself to look away, not until a hand clamped down on his shoulder, making him jump. It was Blaise, and Nott was with him.
"Hey. I was wondering where you and Y/N got off to. Speaking of, where's...?" Blaise started to ask, but his words died in his throat when he glanced out the window. His face went ashen, his eyes widening. Nott elbowed him, leaning forward to see what was the matter with him, but when he followed Blaise's line of sight, he too went pale in the face.
"Is that-?" he started to ask, but the looks on Blaise and Draco's faces told him all he needed to know, in that moment. "Oh." was all he said, his voice going flat. He continued to stare out the window, watching the snow flutter down onto Y/N's unmoving body. A tense sort of silence fell over the corridor, until Blaise spoke up, shattering the quiet.
"What happened?" he asked. Those two words echoed inside Draco's head, and the blonde boy swallowed hard, his eyes welling with tears again. "She fell." was all he could manage to get out, before he abruptly turned and hurried off towards the Slytherin Common Room. He knew from the silence behind him that neither Blaise or Nott had followed him.
And perhaps that was a good thing. Draco didn't know if he was quite ready to tell them the truth, not yet. He knew it would break them down just as much as it was breaking him, until there was nothing left. And he wasn't ready for that yet. They weren't ready for it, none of them were.
He would be the only one who knew what had really happened up there on that tower tonight. Perhaps he would just spare them all the details, take it to his grave.
Or maybe, years from now, when they were all ready to hear it, he would tell them. He would tell them how Y/N had taken a leap of faith for him, how she had died for him... How she had loved him until the end...
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A/N: OOF, this was dark. Like, really dark. I don't think I quite like Dark! Draco. 🙊 I mean, that's good though, right? When you've written a character so well that you actually quite detest the way you've written their arc? I dunno, maybe I'm mental. Either way, lemme know what you guys think of this one, yeah? This blog thrives off those comments and reblogs! Thanksss...! 💚
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amaryllismalfoy · 2 years
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Can I please request for a really angsty Draco × Reader (you can choose any house!) about trying to compromise with each others personality but it wasn't working well.You can decide on the ending, thank you!♡
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Draco Malfoy x Reader (Angst)
Requested: Yes
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: Toxic relationship, swearing, sexual imagery
A/N: thank you to the anon who requested this and sorry for taking so long! enjoy my first ever request, its very bad 😻
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Y/N and Draco were the ‘it’ couple of Hogwarts, on the outside anyway. A proud Slytherin and a gentle one, an unlikely pair. Their fellow classmates and friends didn’t know whether they wanted to be Draco, or Y/N. Maybe even both? While the PDA was kept to a minimum mostly, they always held hands due to Draco’s protectiveness. If needs be, he would kiss her passionately in front of a boy (or girl) who he felt was being a bit too nice to her.
At the beginning, Y/N didn’t mind Draco’s possessive behaviour. If anything, she found it quite reassuring that he wanted her and only her. That was until he became the boyfriend equivalent of a helicopter parent.
‘Why were you a few minutes late to dinner?’ he interrogated still keeping a calm façade for now.
Y/N glanced up from the parchment she was writing on to look at Draco lying on his bed, arms crossed.
‘Hmm?’
‘Why were you a few minutes late to dinner? Don’t make me ask again.’
Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion. Surely he couldn’t be getting angry over this?
‘I was studying in the library and didn’t realise what time it was… is that quite alright?’ She huffed, with a hint of attitude.
‘No need to get so aggressive, Y/N/N. I was only asking. I’m being a good boyfriend.’ He spat.
‘I never said you weren’t being a good boyfriend. You don’t need to know where I am 24/7.’ Y/N spoke, continuing her essay as normal.
‘Yes I do! You know what the boys in our year our like. They could swipe you from me like that!’ Draco said angrily, snapping his fingers.
Y/N was beyond confused at this point. She had no idea where this was coming from.
‘Don’t you trust me…?’ She said, her voice breaking slightly.
Draco immediately seeing his girlfriend upset stopped, and gestured for her to come join him on his bed. With slight apprehension, Y/N walked over to him and sat down.
‘You know I don’t mean that love. Of course I trust you. It’s just the way I am, you know?’ Draco said, pulling her closer and cuddling her.
‘Just the way he is’ she thought, dropping it for now as she succumbed to the blondes attempts at hugging her.
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A few days later, Y/N was partnered with Adrian Pucey for a potions experiment. She had no control over who she was with, but to Draco it seemed like she basically begged Professor Slughorn to pair the two together.
The glares and scoffs from Draco didn’t go unnoticed by the two of them, but Y/N tried to proceed with the experiment as normal in attempt to ignore his childish behaviour. Watching his girlfriend speak to another boy ignited a flame of anger inside of him, so much so Draco broke a piece of potions apparatus gripping it so hard in fury.
‘What is your deal!?’ Y/N exclaimed, hurriedly trying to catch up to Draco after he stormed out of the class once they were dismissed.
‘What is my deal? You may as well have been sucking Pucey’s dick the way you were acting!’ He snarled.
‘What!’ She screeched, halting in her footsteps and grabbing Dracos arm forcefully. ‘I didn’t ask to work with him, Draco. We only talked as friends. We were friends long before you and I started dating.’
‘So you’re saying I’m more disposable than him? You’ve known him longer so you can just do anything you want?’
Y/N stared at him in disbelief, she genuinely could not believe what was going on right now. She could feel her temper rising, fast.
‘You cannot be serious right now.’ She breathed out in shock. ‘I just-.’
Y/N shook her head before readjusting the bag on her shoulder and speed walking to the next class, thankfully away from her ever so insane boyfriend. She needed time to let this all marinate and to question whether this is really what she wants in a relationship. Barely paying attention in the next few classes, before she knew it it was almost curfew. Y/N hadn’t spoken to Draco since the incident earlier, and quite frankly wasn’t going to initiate it until she heard a knock on the door a few minutes before lights out.
There Draco was, with an assortment of chocolates and flowers, at her door. ‘I am so sorry my darling for the way I acted earlier. Please forgive me?’
As much as Y/N wanted to cling onto it as it was bothering her a lot, exhaustion got the better of her and she decided to put it to insecurity on Draco’s behalf. We all get a little self conscious at times, right?
Placing a kiss on his lips, Y/N accepted the gifts graciously before saying goodnight to her boyfriend.
‘I love you, Y/N.’ Draco smiled.
‘I love you too.’ Y/N said with slight apprehension, but brushed it off.
After the interaction, Pansy emerged from their shared bathroom with her eyebrow raised questioningly.
‘Don’t even ask.’ said Y/N.
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Incidents similar to that kept occurring frequently in the months after.
‘Why did you wear your skirt so short today?’
‘You distanced yourself from me today a bit when we were walking to class.’
‘I don’t like the way Theo looked at you in Transfiguration. Request to move seats now.’
The final straw for Y/N was when she got all dolled up for a date up in the astronomy tower that Draco had planned. She strutted down the common room stairs in a gorgeous satin body-con dress that stopped mid thigh, with strappy white heels and her hair styled beautifully by Pansy. Draco smiled at the bottom of the stairs, in awe of his goddess of a girlfriend. He kissed her lightly on the lips, before linking arms and leading her out of the common room.
‘Y/N.. you need to change right now. This dress…’ His hand gestured up and down it. ‘as stunning as it is on you is too much. You can’t go around looking like that in front of everyone.’
Y/N’s jaw dropped in disgust.
‘You cannot be for real right now.’
‘I’m deadly serious, Y/N.’ He said, not understanding what the big fuss was about.
Her eyes welling up with tears, Y/N scoffed and briskly walked away, back up towards Pansy’s dorm. Draco chased after her but she was too fast.
‘I don’t know what to do anymore Pansy.’ she wailed, in complete hysterics as the build up of the last few months finally got to her.
‘As your best friend, I can tell you you deserve trust and respect from any relationship you are in. And Y/n you aren’t getting either from Draco. He can buy you all the materialistic things and comfort you after he has his jealous moments, but that doesn’t change the fact he is being a complete and utter arse.’ said Pansy, kneeling down in front of Y/N’s crying figure on the bed.
Mascara running down her cheeks and nose running, she kept listening to her best friends words.
‘You’re the sweetest girl I know. You have a huge heart and always put everyone above yourself. Draco is cold, he’s sometimes manipulative and reserved. I think your personalities are clashing.’
‘So you’re saying I should break up with him?’ She says, voice quivering.
‘I think you’ll know what’s best for you when the time comes.’
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Y/N was shaking with nerves. She had a whole speech planned in her head, but almost forgot it all once the blonde haired Slytherin made his way over to the tree they usually had lunch under, near the forbidden forest.
‘Hello my darling.’
‘Draco… we need to talk.’ She said, staring down at her hands.
‘Alright. Is everything okay?’
Taking a deep breath, Y/N composed herself as best she could.
‘We need to break up. It’s clear you don’t trust me as I trust you.’ She began, ignoring Draco’s immediate objections. ‘Don’t say you trust me, that’s a lie. You constantly prove to me that you think I’ll just go and get with another guy randomly after building what we have together.’
‘I think you’re being irrational.’
‘Am I Draco? Am I really? You know we are polar opposites. This isn’t like the movies. Or some romance novel where I swoon every time you’re a tad possessive over me.’
‘Possessive? Hardly.’ Draco scoffed.
‘We’re clearly not on the same page but my decision still stands. I’m sorry Draco.’ Y/N breathed out, trying not to get upset.
They both sat in silence for what felt like an eternity before Draco shook his head and stood up. He sauntered away slowly, almost hoping that she’d change her mind and call him back. But he realised all hope was lost when he reached Hagrid’s hut, and there was still nothing from Y/N. The word ‘possessive’ repeated in his mind over and over, mixing in with thoughts of guilt and regret. His head was mostly clouded however with the fact he wouldn’t have his Y/N any longer. His Y/N didn’t belong to him anymore.
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c1nnam00n · 10 days
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me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines
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ageofstarkey · 7 months
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lucky i love you ✰ m. riddle
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summary: you and matthéo had an argument the night before, and he still hasn’t apologized.
pairing: bf!matthéo riddle x reader
warnings: hmmm maybe slightly toxic matthéo?? lowkey?? idk y’all can decide for yourselves!! slight angst, nothing else really??
note: okay i don’t love the ending but i still think it’s cute so i’m posting anyway!!! i’m such a sucker for slightly toxic matthéo who’s soft for u and u only :’)
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reblogs & comments are so appreciated! <3
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“is there a reason you’re not talking to me?”
you startle softly at the sound of matthéo’s voice. you’d been intently ignoring him since he found you in the library, still quietly hurt about what he’d said the night before.
every inch of you longs to give in - you were never very good at staying mad at him - but you stubbornly refuse to move a muscle, lips turned downwards in a barely-there pout. you flick your eyes upwards, but only for a moment, offering him a shrug.
matthéo sighs in this defeated way that tugs at your heart. “i can’t make things better if you don’t tell me what i’ve done wrong, sweetheart.”
it’s your turn to sigh. when you look back up, you let your gaze linger - far past the point of caring if matthéo sees the stubborn little tears that pool in your waterline. “you should know what you did wrong, théo. i shouldn’t have to tell you.”
he’s silent for a few moments, before a look of understanding settles on his handsome features. “are you still upset about last night?”
another shrug. you can’t bring yourself to respond. you want him, no - you need him to piece it together for himself.
suddenly, matthéo’s chair scrapes loudly against the floor. he’s behind you in a few quick steps, and then you’re gasping sharply as he drags your chair away from the table. “matthéo! what are you-” he spins the chair suddenly towards himself, before crouching on the ground at your feet.
“darling - i’m sorry.” his hands find your thighs, fingers gripping firmly at the soft flesh as he looks up at you. “i’m sorry for being an arse, and i’m sorry for not apologizing sooner.” his thumbs trace absentminded circles into your skin as he speaks. “you haven’t done anything wrong - merlin, i don’t think you could ever do anything wrong - and i’m sorry for treating you the way i did.”
you open your mouth once, twice - trying to respond - but you can’t seem to find the right words. a lone little tear rolls slowly down your cheek, and matthéo’s quick to swipe it away with his thumb. with a sad little smile, and a softness in his eyes that seems to be reserved for you alone, he continues. “i know i’m not good at… at this - at being a boyfriend - but i am trying. and i promise that i’ll get it right it eventually.”
you’re silent for a few moments, but your lips tug upwards in a fond little grin you can’t seem to suppress. with a shake of your head, you place your hands on either side of matthéo’s face, leaning down to kiss him softly. “you are so lucky i love you, riddle.” your words are murmured softly against his lips, but you feel his smile and know he hears you.
“i know”
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Omg I have a THEODORE NOTT request for you
Super duper angst hurt comfort
Theo’s dad basically hurts the reader and sends her back to Theo as a warning to stay away from such mudbloods and its just heart wrenching guilt and hurt and tending to her wounds through treat
Song: Half a Man by dean lewis perhaps?
I already have.
✩Theodore Nott x Reader (request)
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Summary: The one where Theo has the one person he loves the most hurt by his worst nightmare. Alternatively: He thinks he’d rather die than see you in pain.
A/N: I DID MANAGE TO DO IT BY TODAY!!! I’ll be responding to the next few requests soon. You said comfort but didn’t specify a happy ending 😺
Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, blood.
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Theodore Nott never expected to fall in love.
It seemed rather bleak for him, to be honest. He didn’t have the time to think about love when he was too busy wrapped up in navigating the life he had ahead of him.
One couldn't blame him though. With his family as the only example of what love could be, he certainly didn't have a good impression.
Theodore couldn’t recall a single time when he had seen his father treat his mother with kindness or respect.
Let alone love? A truly laughable notion.
Theodore's father had not shown a single ounce of love to his wife, or Theodore. Even on that godforsaken day when Theodore had witnessed his mother die, his father had simply delivered a swift strike to his face and told him to ‘man up.’
So to put it simply, The absence of love in his family cast a shadow over his perception of relationships, making it difficult for him to fathom the idea of falling in love himself.
Then you came.
You came, and god, Theodore doesn't remember how he lived without you. It wasn’t a whirlwind love, a sort of fell fast and hard, rather you entered his life like a slow and steady rain, seeping through the foundations of Theodore's life till you had consumed them completely, crumbling them down against his own will.
It rained, and you became the quiet storm, soft yet unyielding.
Love came like the easiest thing when he met you. It wasn't foreign, or a distant concept; instead, it felt like the most natural and effortless occurrence in Theodore's life. Love with you was as simple and uncomplicated as breathing, a seamless rhythm that he hadn't known was missing until you came along.
You were more than shocked when Theodore admitted he didn’t think he could ever fall in love. The boy, who loved you as though he was born to (he argues he was), who would so tenderly kiss your forehead and hold your hand, not capable of love? The one who would leave his coat for you during the winter months and bring a spare scarf because, he knew you were stubborn, and he was worried you'd get sick, not deserving of love?
You kissed him deeply and made him swear he'd never think of that ever again.
You reminisced on Theodore like some sort of lovesick fool separated by war from their lover, though it was merely only the summer holidays. Whilst Theodore would want nothing more than to come with you, his father demanded his presence back at home. You knew little about Theodore's mother, and even less about his father. Anything leading up to a conversation about them would simply result in Theodore immediately redirecting the conversation, becoming a tad more guarded for the next day or so.
It’s not that he didn’t trust you, because he wholeheartedly did. He would place his beating heart in your hands even if you had a knife in the other, for he trusted you that much.
No, in fact, it was the very opposite. Theodore knew you, and he refused to let you ever get involved in that part of his life. He swore he would never let his father even lay his eyes on you.
He would have loved for his mother to have met you. He doesn't remember her that well, but he's sure, some sort of instinctive feeling within him, that she would have loved you.
You had been back in Hogsmeade a mere 2 days before school had started, to stockpile on some supplies for school.
Students were permitted to start returning to Hogwarts three days before school began, and you would always go back early, valuing having the near-empty castle. It meant you could settle back into a school routine comfortably, and have some time alone before school resumes.
It also gave you time to do stuff for Theodore. You didn't know much about what went on at his house, but assuming from the way he’d come back absolutely exhausted with bags under his eyes, you figured it wasn't good.
It seemed to be the same routine almost every time you'd come back - he comes over to your dorm (luckily for you, all your dormmates essentially lived in their boyfriend's dorms, as they were all friends with one another, so you had it all to yourself 99% of the time). He’d kiss you hello and wordlessly take off his shoes and jacket. You’d lie on your bed and he’d come lie on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He would rest his head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat soothing him, as he listened to you talk about your holidays till he fell asleep, feeling safe for the first time, unburdened by his worries.
He’d sleep, and you'd trace the furrow of his brow. You ached for the ability to just, alivieate him of everything he carried so close to him. But you knew that healing was a long journey, and you'd be there for him on the way.
You wander around a little bookstore, finding a book for you and Theodore to read. You paid for the copy, turning to leave the shop when you bump into a man.
You quickly offered a polite apology, even though his cold gaze and disdainful demeanour sent a chill down your spine.
Those eyes. They were oh so familiar to the very striking eyes of the boy you so loved. Come to think of it, the hair was the same too. Was this…..
"Watch where you're going, girl," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain
You clenched your jaw, swallowing the anger that threatened to surface. Keeping your composure, you replied evenly, "I apologize if I inconvenienced you, sir."
His eyes then flickered to the books in your hands, a sceptical look crossing his face. "You are a student at Hogwarts? What year?" he sneered.
You took a deep breath before responding, "Final year, sir."
Seeing an opportunity to shift the dynamics, you gestured towards Theodore's family resemblance. "You must be Theodore's father. The resemblance is striking."
His eyes narrowed, and he asked with an air of suspicion, "How do you know Theodore?"
You hesitated for a moment but decided to be honest. "We're dating."
Theodore's father raised an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and derision on his face. "Dating, are you?" he scoffed. "Tell me, girl, who are your parents? Perhaps I've heard of them."
A small smile tugs at your lips as you shake your head, responding. "I doubt you would know them. They're Muggles."
His expression darkened, and a look of pure contempt appeared on his face. "Muggles? Muggles?" He snarls, taking a step closer to you.
Theodore's father's face contorted with disgust, and his voice dripped with venom as he continued, "You, a pathetic Muggle, dare to pollute my son's bloodline? You're nothing but filth, tarnishing the Nott family name with your presence."
You felt a surge of anger and fear. This is what Theodore was trying to keep from you. That his family were prejudiced against your very existence.
Without warning, he roughly grabbed your arm, his grip tightening painfully. The pain shot through you, and you winced.
"Listen closely, Mudblood," he hissed, tightening his hold. "You're nothing more than a passing fancy for my son. If you have any sense, you'll sever ties with him before you bring further shame upon yourself."
Without a second to let you answer, he releases his grip on you, spinning on his heel as he storms out of the store. It takes you a second to recuperate and process what the fuck had just gone on before you turn and quickly dash out of the store, trying to catch a glimpse of his father. Sure enough, you spot him disappearing down a narrow alley.
Before you can stop to think, you chase after him, shouting as you do.
“Hey!” You snap, closing in on the distance.
Theodore was correct in one thing. He knew you well. And he knew that if you ever knew of his father, you’d get involved.
His father’s long black cloak billowed behind him, disappearing down a narrow alleyway that seemed to swallow his wrath. Fueled by a mixture of hurt and anger, you hurried after him, determined to address the injustice he had just unleashed.
Desperation laced your anger-fuelled shouts as you closed the distance. His brisk pace showed no signs of slowing, and as you reached out to grab his arm, the narrowness of the alley made it easy for him to turn around swiftly.
"How dare you touch me, you wretched Mudblood!" he hissed, his eyes ablaze with hatred.
Before you could react, he unleashed a hex.
It hit you with an intensity that sent a shockwave of pain radiating through your body. The force of the curse flung you backwards, and you collided with the cold stone wall, gasping for breath. A searing pain radiates throughout your body, and you cough, looking down. It was akin to some sort of slash, as though he had hit you with an invisible thing, a clean cut on your thigh, and arm. You see a drop of blood drip down onto your skirt and, dazed, bring your hand up to your face. You feel something wet, and when you pull your hand back it has a crimson red glistening on your fingertips, and-
oh.
There was a cut on your face too.
As you steadied yourself, you felt the searing pain intensify, a burning sensation spreading from the point of impact on your arm. Theodore's father approached with a malevolent satisfaction etched across his face. He looms over you, glaring down at you.
"You'd do well to heed my warning, Mudblood," he sneers, his voice low and menacing. "Stay away from my son, or next time, the consequences will be even more severe."
He cast a disdainful glance at your injured form before straightening up, his dark cloak billowing as he walked away without a second thought.
You took a deep breath, shuddering as you braced your palms against the cobblestone floor of the alleyway. You push yourself up, wincing as you try to ignore the throbbing pain in your body as you gingerly get up.
You gather your scattered belongings and look around, seeing nothing but the near-empty village. Summoning every ounce of strength, you began to limp back towards the castle, the weight of humiliation pressing down on your shoulders.
You felt exposed. The idea that Theodore had hidden such a massive thing from you, made you feel all the more humiliated.
You keep your head down and soon enough appear at Hogwarts. It doesn't give you the happiness it usually does, rather you just want to go back to your room and change, and sleep.
It was at this moment that you were rather glad that you decided to come back early, for you can only imagine the looks you'd get if it was packed full of students.
Exhausted, and simply just over it, you make your way up to the dorm. There are only two other students you spotted on the way, but they were far too busy snogging the daylights out of one another to notice you.
It reminded you of…
Theodore.
How would you face Theodore? Did you want to face Theodore?
No, you resolved, you didn’t. You couldn't comprehend keeping such a key detail from someone, let alone the person you loved. Why he did that to you, you’d never understand.
You unlock your dorm room door, dropping your bag at the door, You look up and to your utter confusion, see Theodore sitting on your bed. He looks up at you, the smile on his face very quickly replaced with a deep frown.
He gets up, and-
oh.
Never mind.
You did want to be near him.
You really wanted to be near him.
It was stupid really. You didn’t feel like crying at all, but the second you saw Theodore, that feeling very quickly resolved into the urge to bury your face into your chest, and not stop.
So you did.
Theodore's arms envelop you, and he holds you impossibly tight. He swears every sob that comes from you chips away at his being and he soothes you, rubbing your back as he holds you.
Theodore can count the number of times he's felt pure anger on one hand. Sheer rage. The type that consumes you from the inside out. Once when he was 8, and his mother passed away. He remembers hearing his father disregard the whole thing with such cruel indifference he felt as though a fire was blazing him from the inside out. As with many young wizards his age, he did not know how to control this magic.
He ended up setting fire to the library that day.
The second time, in 1st year, when Alicia Thornsby had made a cruel remark about Theodore’s home life.
“Well, my mother said that Theodore must have a horrible holiday. What, with his father being-” She starts, but she didn’t get to finish.
The teachers couldn’t comprehend under what vindication a child learnt a stinging hex strong enough to permanently mar the skin of the girl, but it was the first and last time anyone dared utter a word against Theodore.
That was the 2nd, and last time Theodore had felt unbridled rage, in his 18 years of life.
That was, until today.
Because, the sight of you, with blood on your cheek, sobbing into his chest, was enough to reignite that dormant flame of anger within Theodore.
“Who?” He manages to utter, voice strained.
You remain quiet, the silence punctuated by the occasional sniffle as you remain hidden in his chest.
He pulls back, lifting your chin. Your eyes are fixated on where the once-dried blood had washed onto his shirt, and he is fixated on you.
“Who?” He emphasises again, his eyes flickering down to the cut on your face. He runs his finger gently along the cut, and when he watches you wince he pauses, a flicker of pain crossing his face. The sight of you wincing, even at his gentle touch, shatters something within Theodore.
You hesitate before you speak, but ultimately, the words slip out of your mouth.
“Your father.”
The weight of those two words, "Your father," hung in the air, and for a moment, Theodore felt as if the very ground beneath him had crumbled.
His eyes widen momentarily, and he can't speak.
No, because there's a horrible feeling of fear, guilt, regret, perhaps a combination of all three, and it's lodged in his throat. It’s almost suffocating him, he can barely breathe, and it's constricting his airways.
The image of you, the person he held dearest, broken and bloodied, collided with the nightmare he had feared for years. He couldn't comprehend the cruelty his own flesh and blood had inflicted upon you, someone he cherished beyond measure. He speaks, and his voice is so heartbreakingly soft, a mere whisper weighed down by the burden of the truth that unfolded before him.
“I'm so, so sorry.” He utters, as though he prompted the hand that came down to hit you.
He believed he did. Because it was only by association, that you had been hurt by his father. That was why you were hurt, right?
His fault. All his fault. All his fault.
He has to take a deep breath and force himself to calm down and think.
Think.
His first priority was you. Always you. He leads you down to your bed and forces you to take a seat on the edge. You watch him as he disappears into the bathroom, reemerging with a damp washcloth in his hand. He kneels down in front of you, hesitating as he slowly lifts the hem of your skirt upwards slightly. He catches a glimpse of the gash on your thigh and that horrible feeling remerges again.
He gently wipes the cloth over the cut, leaning down to press a kiss on your skin. He mutters a few words, and with a small sharp pinch, the skin on your thigh begins to stitch up slightly. Not enough to fully heal, but to ensure it would in the future.
You don’t question how he knows exactly how to heal these wounds.
You know.
He does the same for your arm. Every second he stares at the cut, he feels his resolve shatter further and further, till he can tell whether he wants to cry or ensure the murder of his father with his own hands.
His hands come up to your face, and he lets out a shaky breath. He is ashamed to even look you in the face,
His own reflection of guilt and regret is etched into his features. He keeps his eyes focused on the task at hand, tending to the wounds inflicted upon you by the person who Theodore swore would never even set his gaze on you.
The room is filled with an anguished silence as Theodore continues his ministrations.
As he tends to your injuries, Theodore's mind is a battleground of self-recrimination. The echoes of your sobbing, the memory of your blood on his shirt, haunt him like a relentless ghost. "I'm so, so sorry," he whispers again, the words heavy with remorse as if he could somehow atone for the sins of his family.
With each stitch on your wounds, he feels the seams of his composure unravelling.
When he finally lifts his gaze to meet yours, the vulnerability in his eyes is palpable. The shame he feels is evident.
You muster a weak smile, a hand coming up to cup his face. Your thumb brushes against his cheek lovingly as you speak, your voice calm.
“It's not your fault,”
He wants to cry.
It is. It is his fault.
Theodore pulls you into an embrace, holding you tightly against his chest. The warmth of his embrace is both comforting and suffocating, a paradox of love and guilt; a conflict that threatens to tear him apart.
As Theodore lies down with you, the weight of his guilt still hangs in the air. He holds you as if trying to shield you from the world. He utters words of apology, repeating the words like a mantra.
“I love you.”
But amidst the soothing cadence of his voice, there's an undercurrent of resolution. The conflict within Theodore reaches its zenith, and a painful decision emerges. He knows he can't risk his father ever hurting you again. The love he feels for you clashes with the harsh reality of his future.
Theodore's grip tightens for a moment as if trying to hold onto the fleeting moments of solace. Yet, with a heavy heart, the decision he has to make is almost clear.
“It isn't your fault. Don't apologise.” You whisper, curled into his arms.
“It is. It's all my fault. I got you involved in this,” He utters, as though the admission is poison on his tongue.
“I’m not a good person. I have a horrible family, and he’ll want me to do horrible things, and I’ll have to do them.” He admits, voice breaking.
“No, you don’t. I’m here. I love you, Theodore. I won’t ever leave, and I swear you won’t deal with that alone.” You repeat, voice laced with conviction.
“I'm beyond help. Don’t give your heart to me.” He croaks.
You lift your head up from where it was resting, eyes gazing directly into his. You remain silent for a beat, then two, before you speak.
“I already have.” You respond.
Theodore should feel relief at those words, but he doesn't. Rather, he feels sick. Because he can’t, he won't risk you getting hurt again. He kisses you and pulls you back in, laying next to one another as he wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly, if only for one last night.
Because there was only one thing Theodore could do to make sure his father would never hurt you again.
He had to leave you.
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duchesstypewriter · 5 months
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𝑩𝑬 𝑴𝒀 𝑶𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑰𝑵 𝑨 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬
PAIRING: Theodore Nott x Reader
SUMMARY: You and Theodore have a delicate relationship, a childhood acquaintances to enemies to a casual affair with one of your boyfriend's closest friends if you wish, but he's determined to prove that he can be, and already is, the best man for you.
WORD COUNT: 3.4k
WARNINGS: Cheating. Underage drinking. Suggestiveness. Concepts of blood supremacy are applied. It's mildly suggested that Theodore has a toxic relationship with his family and this leads to mental health issues (even a mention of self-harm and attempted suicide). It's actually sweeter than the visuals suggest.
A/N: Title inspired by Love Song by Lana Del Rey. It's a mix of my resurgent love for Blair and Chuck and for rom-coms. I envision the emerald set Theodore gifts as something akin to the Bulgari one Anne Hathaway wore.
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You and Theodore had a unique dynamic, to say the least. You were both born into traditional pure-blood families, and traces of each other were ever-present in childhood memories (play dates while your mothers gathered for high tea) that became more constant in your Hogwarts years, sharing not only the same year but also the same common room and friend group.
But that didn't make him any more tolerable. In fact, Theodore Nott was the true meaning of contemptible, self-centered, and with some bordering on sociopathic tendencies that were hidden by his almost always silent demeanor, intently observing his surroundings through his striking eyes and with an all-knowing smile that was infuriating.
So what a surprise it was when during one of the many forbidden late-night parties, after a particularly nasty fight with Draco (your boyfriend since third year and the one you would marry one day, have two beautiful pure-blood children with, and become the first lady of the Malfoy Manor), you found yourself naked and panting in the bed of none other than Theo.
“I always knew there was more to you than meekly following Malfoy around,” he said as his fingertips ran from your right hand to your collarbone, his predatory eagle eyes drinking in your vision. “All those years of holding back never stood a chance, did they? No matter how long you try to be good, you can't repress a bad girl.”
And that huge mistake, the size of a sentence to Azkaban, led to a heated conversation, read you using all your willpower not to strangle the boy to a painful death, promising that what had happened the night before was nothing more than a mistake, a very good one, but still a mistake that should be wiped from your memories and never mentioned again, least of all to your beloved boyfriend.
That's not to say that Theodore didn't spend the following weeks making jokes here and there with a cynical smile that raised a few eyebrows, but still flew over the heads of your friends who didn't and shouldn't know what had happened in the boys' dorm. The taunts only stopped when you caught him alone in one of the empty corridors just before curfew, “Look here, Nott,” you tugged hard on his green and silver tie until he was bending over you, your eyes staring into his with a fierce fire. “If you were planning on telling Draco anything, you would have done it the morning after... the incident. But you won't because you don't want him to hate you and you know damn well he will. The game is over and so are your stupid jokes.”
Theo gave a tight smile, "The game isn't over until I say it is."
It was your turn to smile, but this time much more evil and self-assured, "Then have fun playing with yourself," you pushed him away, walking towards the common room with determined steps, leaving the shocked boy behind.
How you'd like to say that was the end of the horror story. But the world didn't bend to your every wish, nor did your body respond with disinterest to those killing eyes, veiny hands, and thick thighs covered by the uniform trousers, and when arguments with Draco or boredom while he was training with the Quidditch team or just the need for a good fuck struck, you found yourself making the walk of shame to Theo's room who always answered with open arms and the biggest smug grin.
“I'm afraid ‘m gonna have to tell your parents that the house elves they hired for their beloved daughter's birthday ball cater for underage girls,” the irritatingly familiar voice reached your ears with a warm breath against the nape of your neck, almost making your eyes flutter shut, but you didn't allow it, turning with a tight fake smile.
Theo looked like a dream, or the figment of your worst intentions, standing in a black suit that looked like it had been designed for him (and indeed it had), a smile painted his features as his blue eyes ran all over your beautiful figure that was hugged by a long dress, a brilliant diamond necklace sparkled around your neck, one that he recognized as being a gift from Draco, although Narcisa had taken it upon herself to buy it.
“I see you got yourself a drink, they must serve pigs too,” your words were laced with venom, but they didn't offend him, that was the dynamic that had always worked for you.
“I love it when you talk dirty,” it had to be a record how he always managed to get on your nerves in such a short space of time, your calm and collected persona going up in smoke with his mere presence.
“You love it when any girl talks to you, Nott,” you tried to keep your voice as steady as possible, not wanting to attract the unwanted attention of all the people who had gathered at your family's estate to celebrate you reaching another age, a tradition that had started on your thirteenth birthday when your parents decided you were mature enough to attend pureblood social circles. “Could you at least control yourself when Draco is only a few meters away from us?”
Theodore followed your line of sight to find one of his closest childhood friends standing a short distance, his platinum hair standing out in contrast to the suit he wore to match your gown, but his attention was far from his girlfriend, “Apparently much more interested in catching up with Astoria.”
Your nostrils flared, your head quickly returning to Theodore who was still watching Draco's fingers linger a moment longer than necessary on the younger Greengrass' arm, “What are you insinuating?”
“I'm not insinuating anything, cara mia. It's a plain factual observation,” Theo returned his gaze to you, shrugging as if he just didn't care and taking a sip of his amber drink. The truth was that you had noticed the growing closeness between Draco and Astoria, and although one part of you (the larger one) made a point of putting your boyfriend and the girl in their respective places, after all, who do they think they are? The other, smaller and shyer, felt a relief from the weight on your conscience for ending up in the bed of one of your future husband's best friends.
You gave a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose and shaking your head, “Leave me alone at least at my birthday ball, please,” your request sounded much more like a plea, it wasn't a common scene to see you so vulnerable, but you didn't allow that sight to linger for long, adjusting your posture before practically thrusting your glass at him, walking through the crowd like the always well-poised lady you were raised to be.
But despite your best efforts, the conversation still wasn't over for Theo. If he wanted to talk about the dysfunctional relationship you'd been having for the last few months, you were going to talk about it even if it was the last thing he did at this party.
A new wave of confidence coursed through his veins when instead of marching up to Draco to give him one of your scandalous, breathtaking kisses just to assert your dominance (something you did more often than not when Theodore or Astoria were watching), you headed through one of the grand doors that led out of the ballroom and straight down a corridor that led to a secluded balcony overlooking the mansion's grand, green garden.
There you were, standing with your back to him, your eyes appreciating the silent night view as some of the house elves ran around making the final arrangements for the traditional fireworks display of swirling stars lighting up and plummeting from the sky, a favorite of yours since childhood, but which now seemed so much less magical, perhaps it was the ache in your heart.
Still quietly, not wanting to interrupt your calm just yet, Theo removed his black blazer when he noticed the small bumps on your skin due to the icy night wind from the English countryside, and your thoughts were interrupted when you felt the soft material being placed gently on your shoulders, but before you could delude yourself that it was a thoughtful gesture on Draco's behalf, the smell of Nott's cologne invaded your nostrils, “Why are you so adamant about insisting that you hate me?”
His honest, even vulnerable question took you by surprise. You wanted to laugh, to think of a wit retort, but it died before it reached the tip of your tongue when your eyes met his, seemingly so tender that your breath faltered for a millisecond, but he realized, he always did, daring to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “Because that's our thing.”
You briefly closed your eyes with a shaky breath, resisting the temptation to lean into his touch before resuming, “It's the only thing we have. Don't you understand that this game, as bitter and twisted as it is, is the only thing that keeps us going?”
“And you're afraid of missing out on a few escapades behind everyone's back, tracking down when Mattheo and Lorenzo will be out of the dorm, scrambling to pick up the clothes on the floor, and running away before anyone catches us if we admit our feelings?” Theodore's large hands ran through his hair, and you missed his warmth when he took a step back. His question was pained and sounded much more like an attack in your ears, sending you into a defensive mindset.
“What feelings are there other than a fleeting lust?” You laughed humorlessly, pressing the palms of your hands against your eyes, forgetting about your make-up or your surroundings, but a serious expression took over when you noticed the lack of response from the boy who always had an answer for everything. “Don't tell me you like me, please. Don't you dare say that.”
“Define like- Ouch!” Theo's words were cut off as you took a handful of his hair just enough to make him bend to the side at your will. “If you wanted to play rough, all you had to do was ask.”
“You make me nauseous, Nott,” you spat, finally letting go of his hair because he liked that sort of thing a little too much for your taste. Your eyes remained on him, waiting for an answer, but Theo was more occupied with massaging the spot that had been harshly pulled. “You must be joking if you’re gonna say you like me. I can't believe this is happening.”
“How do you think I feel?” He snorted as frustrated as you looked, his demeanor going to one that you knew only surfaced when it came to the thing he most liked to ignore apart from his parents' monthly letters to Hogwarts: his feelings. “I can't sleep with these stupid ideas of holding you, of kissing you, and not in a strictly sexual way, but just because I apparently like it. I feel bad, physically bad, like there's something fluttering in my stomach.”
“Are you talking about butterflies? No, no, no! It's not happening, it's just a nightmare, my personal boggart, by Salazar!” Your mind seemed to be slowly descending into insanity.
“Believe me when I say that no one is more surprised and ashamed than I am,” Theodore Nott doesn't do feelings. That was always a statement that came confidently out of his rosy lips, and maybe that's why you'd have more willingly agreed to carry on with these rendezvous (in addition to all his other good attributes that don't come into question now), but here he was with his stupid heart thumping like crazy just at the sight of your equally stupid pretty face.
“Theodore, listen to me, you know that I cherish all creatures and the metaphors they inspire with a dedication that could even be comparable to those Hufflepuff hippies, but those butterflies of yours must be murdered even if I have to beg Professor Snape to brew a poison,” you said so decisively, but there was a clear desperation in your tone.
Silence engulfed the atmosphere, but you could have sworn that you heard your minds and hearts racing in a frenzied rhythm, “What if I don't want to kill them, if I want to do this?” Theodore dared to ask with a conviction that could have made your knees buckle right there if he hadn't gone completely mental.
“W-what? Don't you dare even think about it. I forbid it!” If only you knew how he was thinking about how beautiful you looked in his clothes, and how he could kiss you right now to shut you up. “You're nuts. Draco is your friend. No, worse, Draco is my boyfriend. We're going to get engaged next year and then get married after our final year. We're gonna have two kids, Scorpius and Callisto, we're having the most picture-perfect life and nothing and no one is coming in the way. Look, I'm even wearing the necklace Draco bought me.”
Your words were nearly incomprehensible given the rather desperate way you shot them out in an attempt to convince yourself more than anything, but Theo kept looking at you as if he could see through it all, letting you ramble on about all the silly reasons why he was wrong, “Does Draco know that you prefer emeralds to diamonds?”
“W-What are you talking about?” His question caught you off guard, he now seemed so much more put together than you since it was likely you were in the middle of a possible nervous breakdown.
“You favor emeralds over diamonds,” he replied coolly, prompting a frown from you. “You've spent the last few months reiterating to your apparently inconsiderate boyfriend that you had a personal preference for emeralds in the hope that he'd buy that necklace you'd reserved at the jeweler. It must be exhausting having to do everything for your lover boy and yet he fails you, bella.”
“How do you know that?” You almost whispered your question, surprised by his words, but even more so by the closeness of your bodies with the steps he took, there was a comforting warmth emanating from him, one that almost turned your mind off.
“Because I bought it for you,” Theodore swiftly turned your body so that your back was against his chest and your knees almost buckled at the display of his strength, there was something about the casualness with which he could manhandle you that did it for you. His fingers gently moved your hair aside, your skin reacting in a shiver to the sultry breath that made him smile, he loved the effect he had on you. “I pay attention to you because I want to, because I like you.”
A black velvet box came into view in front of you, and you didn't know how Theo had got his hands on it, probably good old magic, but once again your thoughts were washed away when he opened it to reveal a parure of sparkling diamonds and emeralds consisting of a necklace, earrings, bracelet and a ring. The words seemed to flee from your lips, “Theo…” you whispered gently, reaching out one of your hands to touch the jewels, but he gently closed the box only to startle you, a laugh he could hear for the rest of his life falling from your lips.
He opened it again, allowing you to appreciate your gift, and held the velvet box carefully, “You wanted Malfoy to buy just the necklace, but I think such a pretty girl deserves the whole set,” his fingers made their way to unfasten the diamond necklace you had previously been wearing, your body and mind surrendering to his protection and care. “I know you have an old Slytherin shirt of your father's that you wore when you were little and your parents were away and you missed them, and that you still wear when you're homesick.”
“I know for a fact that you still have a scar on your left hip from when we were seven and tried to jump the fence to escape to the lake, but Pansy fell on you. I thought Blaise was gonna cry, but he kept it together. You didn't erase the scar because it's the memory of the first time you felt you could be truly free,” the icy sensation against the skin of your bust made you look down to see the beautiful necklace. Your heart pounded faster, not just because of the gift or the possibility of someone catching you, but because everything felt so right as if you were meant to stay in his arms. “And I also know that despite your apparent conviction to hate all things muggle-related, you have a soft spot for silly muggle romance movies, but you'd rather deny it because this is just a step away from turning into a full-on blood traitor, and there's no way the Princess of Slytherin would turn out that way.”
You almost melted against his touch and how his hot breath was a constant as he kept whispering in your ear, so close, but still not quite enough to quench your desire to have and to belong to him. Your attention was drawn back to the box, this time not to the jewels, but to the gilded inscription inside, ‘For the one who loves shiny things, from the one who treasures every moment with her. - Theo’.
The whirlwind of sensations that invaded your body all at once was not overwhelming but felt like they belonged exactly where they were. You finally turned to a soft-eyed Theodore, but this time you weren't just looking at him, you were seeing — how he was always sketching in his notebook when classes got too boring; how he wore reading glasses when he thought no one was around; or how he was great at Quidditch, but refused to join the team and have to wake up at four in the morning for practice.
But also, and perhaps especially, how he seemed to remember all the inside jokes you shared since your early years, but his sense of humor only showed up when someone was able to break through the tough barrier he created for the world. And the time he disappeared all day after a particularly harsh letter from his parents and you just knew where to find him when no one else seemed to be able to, and you held him tightly in your arms, not needing to say anything, letting him vent his frustration. When things took a turn for the worse and you were the only one who noticed his erratic behavior, running to the Astronomy Tower and pulling him off the edge into the safety of your arms because you couldn't bear for anything to happen to him. Or when he ditched a party and spent the night looking after your drunk self after a fight with Draco, only leaving when Pansy arrived because although he wanted to sleep next to you to make sure you'd be okay, he didn't want to ruin things for you.
And at that moment you didn't feel like the always confident lady with an answer to every question, but like just a girl, standing in front of a boy, about to jump without a parachute trusting him to catch you. The velvet box laid forgotten on the balcony ledge, giving one of your hands the freedom to run gently from his soft brown hair to the nape of his neck, sharing a smile, “I don't think it's too much if I ask you to kiss me for a little while, is it?”
“I'd kiss you forever,” Theodore whispered back before taking your lips, but unlike the other moments you'd shared, this one wasn't desperate and seeking only momentary satisfaction, but was calm as if the whole cosmos was in balance at that moment because of the two of you. A troupe of butterflies were released into your stomach, ones that you would do anything to keep.
The sound of explosions and the sparkle of hundreds of stars falling was only noticed when you broke the kiss to catch your breath, your bright eyes traveling from the beauty that shone in the sky to Theo who smiled sweetly at you, one who told you that it had been his doing, and you captured his lips once more, not caring if others could see or if you missed the aerial spectacle, happily standing where the lightning strikes because nothing could feel better than finally belonging and you were ready to start forever with the one for you.
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celest1all · 7 months
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#DESIDERIUM: MASTERLIST
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#DESIDERIUM: an ardent desire or longing.
#PAIRING: [draco malfoy x lupin!fem Reader]
#WARNINGS: [just a prologue and masterlist so no actual warnings to be honest.]
#AUTHORS NOTE: [masterlist for my new fanfic about draco! thre will be angst, smut, hurt/comfort so enjoy!.]
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Y/N Lupin was many things, she was incredibly smart and loyal, extremely selfless and she would do anything for the people she loves most in the world.
Getting it from her Father, Remus Lupin, she stayed true to her heritage and cared for others more than they would ever care for her -- even if it kills her.
Y/N believes that she was put into the world to make others feel cherished and looked after -- loved, even. But she doesn't believe that that is the the case for her self. She think's and is firm in her belief that she is loveless and incapable of having her feelings reciprocated, and she longs for it.
Will she finds someone who can change her mind, or will she crash and burn whilst trying to save others before anyone can save her?
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#CHAPTERS
chapter one
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falling asleeep om malfoy
𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨
fandom- Harry Potter
pairing(s)- draco malfoy
a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to one of my favourite bois, the gif sounds like he's saying my favourite- requests are forever open luv, tiya
requested- yes
currently playing- forever favourite
warnings- none i think-
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"don't fall asleep on me, darlin" Draco cooed
his voice oh damn the lord, it sounded so pretty calling you darling. you'd want to hear it roll of his tongue over and over again. just wanna play it on a loop.
even against his misguided words, he had his hand around you waist, letting you lean on him with your head on his chest. you could hear his pretty heart beating so quickly.
why was he so nervous talking to his friends huh?
he had gone back discussing something about Potter again. maybe that's why his heart was beating so fast. Him and his bloody Potter for Merlin's sake. it was as if he was in love with him.
pottah this, pottah that, potta breathes, potta looked.
Malfoy on the other hand was having a whole panic attack inside his head.
is she comfortable? where do i keep my hand?
am i comfortable for her?
their droopy eyes slowly closed and they'd gone to sleep.
draco malfoy couldn't even pay attention to whatever they were talking about, his favourite subject in the world was in his arms.
his world was in his arms.
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thesecretwriter · 2 years
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this isn’t what enemies do (draco malfoy) 3.
Disclaimer: The content which is displayed below holds themes that are considered mature, minors are not to interact, thank you
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female reader
Summary: Catching Draco in the position you did was the most unexpected thing you could think of. Things escalate as the tension thickens. From there, the last month of your project brings a craved love for the both of you.
Warning: Angst – not really, but just in case, fluff – soft!draco things, smut – p in v (minors dni). 
Side note: The last part of my first mini-series for the harry potter fandom. I really enjoyed writing this, even though I took forever!!
part one
part two
harry potter series masterlist
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“You can uncover your eyes.” Draco said not meeting your eyes as you lowered your hand.
“I’m so sorry that I barged in like that.” You said embarrassed.
“No, its not your fault. I should’ve kept track of time” He stepped forward to pass by you in order to retrieve his clothes.
His bare chest brushed by you as he passed, and you could feel the body heat emanating from him.
“I’ll be in the kitchen while you change.” You said and stepped out of the room.
The tension between you two seemed to intensify as your eyes met his when he nodded in response.
Once you were in the kitchen, your mind wouldn’t stop drifting away from the look of pleasure on Draco’s face, and the fact that he was moaning your name amplified it further.
There was an odd feeling of superiority in you knowing that he had thoughts of you while being bare and in euphoria.
The opening of Draco’s room door caught your attention and he stepped out fully clothed this time. It was utter silence between you two, for the reason that you both didn’t know what to say. 
“Shall we get started?” He broke the silence.
“Yes, for sure. Of course.” You stumbled over your words.
You did quick work of taking out the progress of your project and beginning from where you left.
Although you two tried to ignore the tension the entire time, it was no lie that Draco had you squirming in your seat when he would lean over you to read what you had written or when he would put his hand on your shoulder to get a better look.
It brought back a particular night you spent alone in your dorm when your best friend was out. Draco had been on your mind, and you were feeling quite aroused that day.
Trailing your hands between your legs you imagined those greyish silver eyes looking down at you-
“Are you alright?” He finally asked when you didn’t seem to be paying attention.
“Uhm, yeah I’m okay.” You replied while your face heated up.
You gazed down to recollect your thoughts when you saw the bulge in Draco’s pants.
When Draco saw that your attention was elsewhere, he looked to the direction of your eyes and smirked.
“You seem a little distracted there y/n.” He stated with a small smirk.
Draco saying your name brought you out of your thoughts once again.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me today.”
“I’ve got an idea what it maybe.” Draco mumbled for you to not hear.
“We can take a break if you want to.” He said leaning back in the chair next to you.
“Do you want me to leave?” You asked without thinking.
“Leave? Why?”
“Well, earlier I interrupted you and I’m sure it’s not comfortable having to get to work right after not finishing what you were doing.”
Draco found this to be amusing, clearly because you were aroused and affected by what happened, but also at the fact that you were always a nervous wreck around him.
“Don’t you want to finish what you were doing?” You said unsure if you worded it correctly.
“Finish what exactly?”
“Pleasuring yourself.” You said biting you lip and glancing down.
Draco didn’t know how to reply to what you said.
“Have you ever done that? Pleasure yourself?” He asked curiously.
Not knowing what made you do it, but you nodded to him in response.
“How often do you do it?” He asked crossing his arms and running his eyes up and down your body.
His mind began to put together images of you in bed, with your hand between your legs and head thrown back in pleasure.
“Just when things get too overwhelming for me.” You admit.
To be completely honest, you never had much time to pleasure yourself when you shared a dorm room with your best friend. Only when life had gotten to the point of you feeling overwhelmed did you try to find opportunities to escape the realities of life.
“So, pleasuring yourself is like an escape for you?”
You couldn’t believe that you were having this conversation with Draco Malfoy, it seems to be true in saying to expect the unexpected.
“I guess you could put it like that.” You say with a small chuckle.
“What do you think about?” He moved his body in such a way that he was now fully facing you.
“Things I can only imagine doing.”  
Draco’s breath hitches as you say those words.
“How about you? What do you think about?” A sudden boost in confidence comes to you.
He laughed at your question, but when he spoke, his voice had become much deeper than before, “Don’t act like you didn’t hear your name leave my lips.”
The space between you two seemed to be too far at the moment, and in a haste, you two moved towards one another and allowed your lips to meet in the middle.
His hands made its way on your waist and hoisted you up and on his lap so that you were straddling him.
Your hands went around your neck and into his hair as you two fought in the heat of the kiss.
A moan escaped your lips at the feeling of Draco’s cool hands on your back underneath your shirt.
“Take it off.” You said against his lips.
“Are you sure?” He asked pulling away from your lips.
“Yes.”
When you managed to take off your shirt, Draco looked to your breasts with desire filled eyes.
“Fuck.” He mumbled and started laying kisses from your neck to your breasts.
You sighed at the feeling; Draco’s kisses made goosebumps rise on your skin.
“Feeling cold?” He smiled when he looked to you, when you nodded, he made the choice of standing up and wrapping your legs around his lap. He made his way to his room, where it was much warmer.
He laid you down on the bed and made his way to between your legs.
“Before we go any further, I just want to clarify that before any of this I genuinely felt something very strong for you from when we were in Hogwarts. I don’t want you to think that I’m doing this just because we’re working on a project together.”
He had to make it known to you, after years of silently pining after you, he didn’t want to ruin the moment he’d been craving for the longest time.
“Are you serious? You’re such a twat. Throughout being in Hogwarts I thought you loathed me… Godrick, you’re so lucky that all I want to do is kiss you right now.” You say before leaning on your elbows and kissing him.
Draco smiled against your lips and wasted no time in removing his clothes while you did the same with yours.
When you were both bare and exposed to one another, your eyes trailed down his body and to his length which seemed to be fully aroused.
“You’re already so wet for me.” He growled as his hands went down your body and between your legs.
“Only for you.” You said and moved your hips in accordance with his hand.
“That feel good for you? You like how my fingers are rubbing your clit.”
His dirty words made you even wetter if it’s possible. Your hands were clenching the pillow beneath your head since Draco was sat up between your legs, moving his cock in his hand.
“Play with your tits for me.” He demanded as he picked up in the pace he was rubbing your clit, abiding by what he said, you felt yourself one step closer to pleasure.
“What’re you thinking about y/n? Tell me baby.” Draco noticed the glazed over look in your eye and knew your mind was miles away.
“You fucking me, deep, hard and fast.”
Draco felt himself losing the little bit of control that he had been holding back on.
“Is that what you want?” He asked looking at you with furrowed brows as he felt his cock becoming sensitive.
You nodded your head in response, but this wasn’t enough for Draco. He had to hear the words.
“No, you have to tell me.” He stopped rubbing your clit with his fingers and instead took his cock and ran the tip up and down the lips of your wet pussy. Occasionally making contact with your clit.
“I want you to be the first to fuck me.”
Your words shocked him. Be the first?
He momentarily stopped and looked down at you, “Y/n, have you never…” He let the question linger in the air.
“No.” You whispered, scared at what his reaction would be.
“And you want me to be the first?” He asked gaping at you.
“Yes.”
Draco felt something within him snap and he leaned forward to claim your lips, once again moving his hip to rub his cock along the lips of your pussy.
“You sure that’s what you want? Me to be the first to fuck you? To make you feel good, huh? I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.” He said hooking his hand around your neck and whispering the words in your ear.
“Yes please, I’ve wanted you for so long.” You moan at the feeling of his hand around your neck.
Smiling a devious smile, Draco drew back and gazed down at you.
He looked down to between your legs and took his cock in his hand to align his cock at the entrance of your pussy – which was wet and ready for him.
His gaze was back on you as he leaned forward and captured your lips in his, getting lost in the feeling of the kiss, your minded drifted away and in that moment, Draco thrust his hips forward.
You gasp into the kiss, but this doesn’t stop Draco as he gently and slowly rocks his hips back and forth against you.
The slight pain slowly disappears as you grow accustomed to his size and the feeling of being full.
“So big.” You mutter and look to him with furrowed brows.
Draco appreciated the comment as it drove him more to making you feel good.
“Yeah? You like my big cock in your tight pussy?” He teased further as his hands massaged your breasts.
You nodded in response to his question, not being able to answer. You were too concentrated at the feeling within yourself.
“Oh fuck.” You moaned out as he changed the angle and lifted your legs over his shoulders.
The pace in which he was moving at increased when you began to move your hips along with him.
“You feel so good baby, so tight and wet for me.” He spoke provocatively.
Draco found it harder to not cum as you clenched around him.
He momentarily moved away from you, causing his cock to slip out of you. He turned you over so that you were now on your tummy. You lethargically laid on your front as he lifted your ass up in the air and once again thrusted into your pussy.
“I like this position better, because I’m able to…” Before the words left his mouth you felt the spank of his hand on your ass.
The sting only caused your more pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum.” You said weakly into the sheets.
Draco smirked at your words, “Does me spanking you make you want to cum?” He asked mockingly.
Another spank was delivered to your ass and soon as found yourself moaning Draco’s name into the sheets as his hips stuttered against your hips till, he released himself inside you. The headboard at this point had been bouncing off the wall and causing a noise.
Although all Draco could hear were the moans and groans being made between the two of you. He kept thrusting into you, chasing the feeling of pleasure you both were feeling.
Long moments passed by as you and Draco moved around to be more comfortable.
“That was quite something.” You said gazing at him shyly.
“Definitely… we have a lot to talk about after this, because I’m not going to go back to ignoring each other after this project is done.” He stated looking at you seriously.
“I know, that’s the last thing I want.” You said kissing him.
“Besides, this isn’t something enemies would do.” You chuckle as he rolls his eyes.
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kenthoe · 2 years
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fr tho why is everything smut😭😭 i wanna read angst that would ruin me, make me sick to my stomach and cry like there's no tomorrow bro i want a fanfic that is so devastating that i won't be able to function for the next few months
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😢 Gryffindors Don't Cry 😢
•Part One•
🐍DRACO MALFOY X GRYFFINDOR READER🐍
You had admired him all last year... Even knowing that nothing could come of it. But now it's sixth year, and you've undoubtedly caught his interest. While you should be thrilled about it, it's somehow occurred in entirely the wrong way: you've become the focus of his bullying. Will he ever change his ways, or will your sixth year be one you'll wish you could forget...?
• angst; fluff; language (derogatory use of the word "Mudblood")
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🦁 READER'S POV 🦁
"Aren't you the least bit excited, though? It'll be your second year here with us, you know." Hermione says, offering you a kind smile. You shrug, staring out the train window, watching the scenery race past in a blur. "I don't know, I suppose so, yeah. I'm just hoping that things will be different this year. Last year kind of sucked. Like, epically sucked." you answer.
It was the truth. Last year had royally sucked in the worst way imaginable. The Ministry of Magic had chosen to indirectly interfere with things at Hogwarts, by placing Dolores Umbridge in the position of a teacher there at the school. But the old bat had taken things one step further by appointing herself Head Inquisitor of Hogwarts, something each and every one of the students at the school would all agree was a terrible idea.
By the end of the school year, things were not even close to how they had been the previous four years, according to your friends. You had only just been transferred from Ilvermorny a little more than a year and a half ago, since your family had moved to the outskirts of London. You were the only American that Hogwarts had opened its doors to, and the only fifth year to be Sorted, apparently.
Ron's light snicker breaks you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. "I never will get over the way you Americans talk." he says, grinning. Hermione elbows him in the side, shooting him a pointed look. "Be nice, Ronald. We're the only people she talks to, outside of school." she scolds him. Turning to face you again, she sighs.
"Things are supposed to be better this year, but I doubt it." she murmurs. You lean forward, unable to hide your small grin. "Not very optimistic, are we? Who are you and what have you done with our Hermione?" you tease her. A nervous half-smile flits across her face, before disappearing as quickly as it came. "I just... I feel like something dark is coming. Like everything is changing." she explains.
"That's because everything is changing. It's because Vold-" Harry starts, but you quickly cut him off with a wince, raising both your hands in protest. "Please, don't say his name! The last thing we need is loads of bad luck before the school year even starts. Trust me, I need all the good luck I can get if I hope to make it through this year unscathed." you tell him.
He raises a brow at you, trying not to smile. "Still fancying Malfoy, are we?" he lightly teases you. Ron scoffs, shaking his head at you. "Mental, this one. Malfoy's a lost cause, leave him alone, Y/N." he says. You shrug, glancing out the window again. Great, dark clouds have started to gather in the skies, and a few raindrops tap at the windowpane.
"I don't know, I... I just wonder if maybe the only reason he's such a bully to you guys is because of his family, his father, especially. Maybe he just needs someone to talk to." you muse aloud. Now it's Harry's turn to scoff. "No, he's a bully because he enjoys it. You watch some more this year, you'll see." he says. You sigh, staring out at the blurry trees and hills passing by.
"I just feel like there's more to him than he's letting on... I don't know. Maybe Ron's right, maybe I am... How did he put it? Mental? Who knows... Guess we'll find out, huh?" you say softly, glancing across the compartment at your friends. Hermione frowns at you, a concerned look in her eyes. "Just be careful, I suppose. He'll have a go at you any chance he gets." she warns you.
You nod, returning your attention to the scenery outside. Deep down, you know she's right. Draco was 100% the type to have a go at somebody if they let their walls down. But you just couldn't help trying to see past the mean outer façade. There had to be at least a small shred of decency within the boy, right? Maybe with any luck, you'd find it..
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🐍DRACO'S POV 🐍
"You seem awfully grim this year." Pansy Parkinson's voice tugs me harshly out of my thoughts, and I look up sharply, meeting her gaze across the table. "Something on your mind, Draco?" she asks, her mouth turning down in a frown. I drop my gaze, focusing instead on the individual wood grains in the table. "Doesn't matter." I mutter quietly.
All of a sudden, the sound of laughter reaches my ears, and I look up again, determined to find the cause of my annoyance. My gaze lands on the table where the stupid Gryffindors sit, and I hear the laughter again. It's coming from that Muggleborn who transferred here last year, the little fifth year who hung around with Potter and his dumb friends.
As I watch, she reaches across the table as if to swat at Weaslebee, and to my own horror, one corner of my mouth quickly twitches up in the faintest half-smirk. Annoyed, I let the smirk drop from my face, replacing it with a sneering frown instead. The little Gryffindor girl sticks her tongue out at Weaslebee then, rolling her eyes at him.
I can't see what color they are from here, though there's a tiny part of me that wishes I could. Annoyed again, I heave a sigh, running one hand through my hair. "Penny for your thoughts?" Blaise suddenly asks me. I glance over at him to see him raising a brow at me, and my jaw tenses. "It's that stupid little Gryffindor and her stupid little friends. Gods, she's so annoying. Her laugh, those little child sized hands, everything about her... So fucking irritating." I grumble.
Pansy laughs, nudging me under the table with the toe of her shoe. "Sounds to me like you almost fancy her, Draco." she teases. I scowl at her, one corner of my mouth lifting in a sneer. "Don't be absurd!" I hiss. She shrugs, exchanging a look with Blaise, who nods. "Lie to yourself all you want, but admit it: you can't get her out of your head. Not since you first saw her last year." she tells me.
Why the hell does she have to be right all the damn time?? It's true; that annoying little Muggleborn has occupied my thoughts since fifth year, when I first saw her with Potter. Maybe she's his new girlfriend now, maybe he finally got tired of that Weasley girl from second year. Gritting my teeth, I glare across the table at Pansy. "She's infuriating. I hate it, I hate her!" I spit the words out.
Pansy glances over her shoulder at the Gryffindor girl, watching her for a few seconds, before turning to face me again. "You just hate that she's friends with Potter, and you aren't." she teases me. My breath comes out in a forced exhale, almost a hiss. "Yeah? Fuck you, Parkinson!" I growl, getting up from the table. As I turn to leave, I cast one last glance at the Gryffindor table.
Almost like she can feel me watching her, the girl looks up then, her eyes meeting mine. Slowly, she offers me a tentative smile, lifting her hand in a brief wave. My jaw tenses again, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. I shoot her the darkest of glares, my mouth turning down in a sneer of disgust. Her eyes widen and her face goes pale, before she quickly drops her gaze, staring down at the table again.
She almost looks afraid of me... Good for her. Maybe she'll leave me alone. Shaking my head, I abruptly turn and storm out of the Great Hall, my mood ruined for the night. Stupid little Mudblood, who the hell does she think she is, thinking that she can associate with me like that, get a reaction out of me like that?! I'll show her; by the time I'm finished with her, she'll wish she'd never even heard of me...
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🦁READER'S POV 🦁
You stare down at the bedcovers, your fingers idly playing with a loose thread. "Did you see his face, Hermione? I've never seen him look at anyone else like that, not even Harry." you mumble. The brunette lets out a yawn, before offering you a sympathetic half-smile. "I did tell you to be careful with him. He's mean by nature. We all tried to warn you." she says.
You nod, heaving a sigh. "Just... Remind me again why I even try?" you ask weakly. Hermione laughs, unable to keep from grinning as she rolls her eyes at you. "Because you, Y/N, are a hopeless romantic and way too nice." she teases you. You fight back the urge to smile, but fail miserably, the corners of your mouth lifting in a grin of your own.
"I know, I know. You'd think last year would've beaten that out of me, but here we are. I don't know, I just feel like maybe if I keep trying, I'll finally break him. And he'll finally start being nice." you tell her. She laughs again, shaking her head at you. "There's not a spell in the world, not a single bit of magic, that would get Draco to be nice to anyone, not even for a day! Though it is a nice thought." she answers.
You grin, your fingers playing with the loose thread again as you shrug. "Maybe I should invent one, then. A spell, I mean. Who knows, maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn't. Either way, I'm determined to at least try and play nice with Draco this year, get him to talk to me." you muse aloud. Hermione gives you a wary look, one eyebrow raising.
"Valiant efforts, Y/N, but I just hope you know what you're in for. You might not like what he has to say." she warns you. With another yawn, she reaches over to turn out the bedside lamp. "Anyhow, goodnight, Y/N. See you tomorrow." she adds, her voice trailing off sleepily. "See you tomorrow." you whisper, letting go of the thread to reach over and turn out your own bedside lamp.
As you lie there in the darkness, your thoughts drift back to the Great Hall, to the way Draco looked at you tonight. You had been laughing with your friends when out of the corner of your eye, you had seen the blonde boy abruptly get up from his table. His eyes had met yours, and you had smiled at him, even went so far as to wave at him... And then he had glared daggers at you.
What if Hermione was right, what if there really was no point in trying with him?? What if all of your efforts were useless, wasted? You don't think you could bear it if he looked at you like that again. There was so much hate, so much vitriol, in those eyes of his... It brought to mind the Muggle expression "if looks could kill".
Merlin, with the look Draco had given you tonight, you would have been keeled over in an instant! But tomorrow was a new day, and you were determined not to give up on Draco, not yet. There must be some way to get through to him, to get him to play nice with you.
After all, you were a Gryffindor, for Fawkes' sake! What wasn't there to like?? Tomorrow... You would try again tomorrow. You would keep trying, until things worked out and you were on good terms with the Slytherin boy. This was sixth year, right? Anything could happen... Anything at all.
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A/N: Aaand welcome to my first ever series involving Draco Malfoy! Can you tell that I'm nervous about this? 😂 Eh, I don't know, I think I'm doing pretty good, so far. After all, we do love a mean Draco, don't we? I thought so. Hopefully you guys enjoyed this one, but don't worry! The fun's not over yet. Part Two will be coming soon, I solemnly swear it. Thanksss! 🐍💚
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