#draco x gn!reader

[qtssvnwoo]

Secret- Draco Malfoy

warnings: not proof read, otherwise none

a/n: kinda rushed, lemme know if I should make a part 2. Also Reader is a Gryffindor for the sake of the story 

word count: 1.8k

 you lazily ran your hands through his soft blonde hair. The feeling was euphoric to him, the way your fingers danced in correspondence to his hair sent waves of relaxation running through his body. He sighed in contentment as you hummed to a song and kissed the top of his head. 

 Meanwhile, you stayed on the consistent thought of why? Why you? Why did he choose you? And why was this beautiful and young love a secrete? 

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 Draco paced back and forth on the cold stone floor. He waited for you to arrive at the bottom of the steps like you had said you would. Questions played along in his mind, like “What if you didn’t come?” “What if you forgot about meeting him?” He sighed as he turned to leave, but almost instantaneously he bummed into you, causing your head to collide with his chest. You laughed lightly and rubbed your head,

  “Jeez Malfoy, what's the rush?” You joked, but you were met with silence. You looked up at him and saw his gaze fixated on you. Naturally, you started feeling insecure and looked down at your robes as if something was in them. 

 But Draco was staring at how beautiful you looked. The way your hair framed your face perfectly, the way your eyes sparkled in the sun, and how your lips were so kissable. He shook his head and cleared his throat, causing your attention to drift from your robes to his grayish-blue eyes. “I uhm, wanted to ask you something.” He stammered, playing with his hands and trying his best to avoid eye contact with you at all costs. While you stood there, in question about how Draco Malfoy was acting nervous, Draco played with different ways to phrase the question in his mind to try and get the best possible sentence. 

 “Well? Come on then, I don’t have all day.” You pushed Draco for an answer, reflecting on your words you felt terrible for rushing him, but at the same time you did have DADA next period and you didn’t want to get detention from Snape again. 

 “I wanted to know if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me, this weekend, like a date?” He seemed to question himself and his sentence, and truthfully Draco knew he could’ve worded it a tad better. But, nonetheless, you smiled and nodded your head. 

 “Sure, I would love to Malfoy.” 

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 Saturday came sooner than you had thought it originally would. You flattened your shirt as you walked outside and watched as kids grouped together and stood in line for the trip to Hogsmeade. You felt a hand placed on your shoulder and a small chuckle coming from behind you. You whipped your head around and were met face to face with Draco Malfoy. You saw him give you a small smile before walking ahead of you, turning around for a second, motioning you to follow him, before walking up to the rest of the group of kids. Throughout the whole date, Draco and you enjoyed yourselves. You guys talked over butterbeer and walked around in the glistening snow of Hogsmeade, everything was going well until someone said something to the both of you.

 “Wow! Malfoy’s got a date? With a y/l/n nonetheless.” You didn’t recognize the person in the yellow robes, but you could tell Draco didn’t like them considering the fact that he was glaring at him so hard you knew he was probably cruising the person in his mind. 

 “This isn’t a date Smith. We're just hanging out.” You froze and looked up at Draco, looking for any sign that maybe he was joking or that he didn’t mean it but all you saw was the cold stone stare he was giving this ‘Smith’ person. 

 “It looks like a date to me-” 

 “Please, you wouldn’t know a date if it smacked you silly in the face, plus, I would never be caught dead on a date with a Gryffindor.” Draco spat, you stayed silent and waited for the banter between Draco and the Hufflepuff to be done before you started walking ahead of Draco, as fast as you could.

 Draco noticed this and followed after you, calling your name quietly as he tried his best to run after you. Once he finally caught up to you, he took your wrist in his hand, establishing a firm grasp as a way not to let you go, but not too tight as to hurt you. 

 “Y/n-”

 “Were you playing with my feelings for fun Malfoy? You said this was a date but obviously this was just a measly joke to you.” You spat, you watched Draco’s face drop and almost felt bad at how sad he looked, but that feeling was soon swept away when you remembered the context of this conversion. 

 “I wasn’t playing with you, I promise!” 

 “Then why didn’t you tell that Hufflepuff dude that we were on a date?” You waited for an answer that never came from Draco. You huffed in annoyance as you ripped your wrist away from his and started to walk away once again, before hearing Draco groan and yell after you,

 “Because I can’t have people knowing that I have feelings for a Halfblood Gryffindore.” You stopped, how could he say that? As if you being a halfblood was so dirty and disgusting that he wouldn’t even want to be seen with you romantically?

 “Whats wrong with my blood type or my house Malfoy?” You asked, cocking your head to the side as a way to provoke him, and it did end up working. Draco glared at you before he sighed and let his head drop rubbing the back of his head in defeat. 

 “If my parents found out that I asked a halfblood, let alone a Gryffindor out on a date they would have my head on a silver platter, I just didn’t want to have to go through my mom’s lectures and my fathers disapproving stares and silence if they found out.” He admitted. You let your arms fall to your side as you continued to listen to him speak. 

 “I want to be with you, but I know my parents wouldn’t approve which is why I ask that we keep this a secret. Just for the time being?” He asked. He stepped forward and took both your hands in his while he waited for a response. All you did was nod before you took your hands away from his and smiled at him. 

 “I understand Malfoy.” 

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 You and Draco sat by the comfort of the river alone in the woods, making sure to look every so often for fellow students or teachers that could be lingering around the surrounding woods. You had your head placed on his shoulder as you listened to him rant on and on about how his quidditch practice. 

 “It just seemed to go on and on forever!” He complained.

 “Much like this conversation.” You laughed at your own joke and saw home roll his eyes before he let out a laugh himself. You suddenly went silent, thinking about how nice this felt. How nice it felt to just sit with him, cuddled up with him, and just talk about the most random things. You wished that this could be forever, that you could do this in the common room, or in the courtyard, and not have to worry about the lingering and judgemental stares of others. 

 Draco noticed how far off you seemed to be and looked over at you. You didn’t know this, and like hell, he would ever tell you, but he wished the same as you. He wished to stand on top of the Slytherin table and declare how much he loved you. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t hold your hands in the hall, he couldn’t kiss your head at the table, but he wished he could. 

 Part of this was his own fault. He put his reputation over anything else and whatever got in the way he would either be kept a secret or just totally destroyed. He didn’t want his father to be displeased with him and did everything he could to keep it that his father was at least, okay, with him. The other part was him just being insecure. He couldn’t bring himself to tell his friends because part of him was a little embarrassed. 

 “Darling?” Draco pulled away from you and rubbed your shoulder as he waited for a response. You stayed silent for a long time before you looked at him, he knew it was coming the moment he saw the slight smile spread across your face.

 “What if we just go for it.” 

 “Go for what exactly?” You stared at him in disbelief before elaborating.

 “This,” you gestured between Draco and yourself, “what if we just, I don’t know, were a regular couple.” 

 “But, we're not a regular couple.” 

 “But we could be.” 

  Draco stared at you and sighed. You knew what he was gonna say, and he knew what you were gonna retort. 

 “We can’t be.” 

 “Why not?” 

 “You know why-”

 “No Draco, I don’t know why.” Draco really didn’t want to get into this debate right now, or ever if he was going, to be honest, but he knew that it was bound to come up once in a while and he couldn’t stray away from it no matter how hard he tried to. 

 “Because my parents-”

 “It’s always about your parents Draco. Why can’t you just be you for once.” 

 “y/n.” 

 “I mean your parents aren’t gonna hold your hand forever, Draco you’re almost seventeen.”

 “Yes, y/n I’m aware but-”

 “Plus, what's so wrong with them? If they don’t want to accept us then-”

 “Have you ever thought about the fact that I don't want to be an ‘open couple’ and have our relationship plastered across the entire school? What's so wrong with being discrete.” The words come out faster than he could have wished they had been sucked back into his mouth. He felt terrible when he saw your face drop.

 “Are you, embarrassed of me Draco?” Your voice was soft, and Draco knew you were bound to cry at any second. He didn’t know what to say, of course, he wasn’t embarrassed of you, he honestly didn’t know what he was embarrassed about.

 “Wh-what no of course not I just…” Draco trailed off and you could tell exactly what he meant. You felt tears blur your vision as you tried your best to hold them in. You stood up and whipped your robes before picking up all your books.

 “No, y/n please, that’s not what I meant!” Draco yelled after you as you turned your back to him and started to walk away. You wanted to say something, anything, back to him, but your pride didn’t let you turn back. Your pride kept you walking forward as the tears streamed down your face and Draco’s distant calls of your name become utterly to distant and lost in the wind. 

#draco fanfiction #draco angst #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco imagine #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter angst #harry potter drabble #draco malfoy fluff #draco harry potter #harry potter x gender neutral reader #draco x gryffindor!reader #draco x you #draco x gn!reader #draconic #harry potter headcanon #darco headcanon #Draco

[happilykrispypirate]

Could you possibly do something with a gn hufflepuff reader and Mattheo where he can't find the reader and ends up finding them in the kitchen baking a whole bunch of cookies to just give out to people?

Adorable

Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader

Warnings: Swearing, and my shitty writing.

A/n: this took way too long, I'm so sorry

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"Oh for fucksakes, where is it?" Mattheo rummaged through his bag trying to find one of his books.

"Here you go," Y/n (love of his life but he won't admit that to anyone but them) said giving him the book.

"Where did you find it?" He asked as he took the book from their hands.

"You left it on the desk last night," They said smiling at him.

He returned the smile and gave them a kiss on the lips.

"Thanks cutie," He said making them blush.

"Stop, get to class. You're going to be late," They said pushing him off of them.

"One more," Mattheo said leaning in and kissing them again.

"Go!" They said giggling.

"I'm going, I'm going. I'll meet you after class. I love you," Matteo smiled as he stood up.

"Love u too," They smiled after him.

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Mattheo sighed when he exited the classroom. He couldn't wait to cuddle up with them and just fall asleep.

He headed to the Great Hall but frowned when he didn't see them. They're usually there.

"Luna, have you seen Y/n?" He asked.

"No, sorry. They disappeared a while ago," She said.

Mattheo then headed to the library and didn't see them.

Mattheo then headed to their dorm. The rest of the Hufflepuffs have gotten used to Mattheo being their, they don't question when he walks towards the dorms.

When he opened the dorm, they weren't there. He saw their books, robes and everything there, but not them. He looked around trying to find something that might help him find them. He then saw the book that was wide open on their bed.

It was a recipe for cookies. Mattheo sighed, they must be in the kitchen.

He made his way to the kitchen and there they were, covered in flower, there stood the love of his life, baking cookies.

"Hi honey," They smiled brightly when they saw him.

"You had me worried," He said when he approached them, wrapping his arms around them.

"Why?" They asked.

"I didn't kno where you were. Why are you baking cookies?" He asked.

"I just wanted to give something to everyone, they've all been working hard with the exams. They've also been so nice! I like to think it's because I'm nice, not because you threaten them to be nice," They said.

"I think it's because you're nice," Matteo said kissing them on the cheek.

"Okay let's get these babies in the oven, and then we can hand them out," They said excitedly.

"You're adorable," Mattheo smiled as he pulled them in for a kiss.

#mattheoriddle #mattheo #mattheo riddle x reader x theodore nott #mattheo riddle x you #mattheoriddlefluff #mattheoriddlexreader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #riddle x reader #x reader #reader insert #draco x reader #harry potter #draco malfoy x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #riddle #theodore nott x reader #x gender neutral reader #mattheo riddle x gn!reader

[peterparkeeperer]

sated boy ( Draco x reader )

“You’re so gone.”

Your voice was endeared beyond belief, a drooling Draco slumped over your lap. He was naked. You stroked your hand over the back of his thighs.

He didn’t respond, only blinked dazedly. It was all thanks to you, you’d worked countless orgasms out of his spent dick for mouthing back. You didn’t punish him for banter. Draco was bratty and cocky and that was just apart of his personality, and you were patient. You even indulged him.

But he occasionally, or rather often, pushed your buttons on purpose. You knew him through and through, and could differentiate between his normal banter and him trying to get put into his place.

So here he laid. Ass still red from the spanking he’s received. You stroked a hand faintly above them in thought and heard your boy hiss like a petty baby snake.

“I really did a number on you, huh?”

Lube was oozing out of his hole, and with cruelty you circled the rim and pushed, only just.

He whined an aborted sound. “Best part is, you’d do more if I wanted you to. My brainless little boy.”

Alas, you left his hole alone and kissed his spine instead.

“You’re gorgeous. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You cooed, and Draco nuzzled your hand when you pet his cheek and tucked a platinum lock behind his ear. Yes. This would sate your boy, for, well. A week.

#dom reader #aged up! all legal here folks #draco x you #draco x reader #sub draco #sub Draco x reader #sub draco malfoy #dom x sub #I’m so sleepy!! #gn reader #just a little short thing I wrote

[hp-hcs]

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male, nonbinary, & gender-neutral readers x hp characters

NOT UP TO DATE!!!

requests: open! (RULES)

join the taglist!

Do you hate it when you find a fic that says “x reader” only for it to have she/her pronouns, as if it’s some inherent rule that only fem people read fanfiction? WELL DO I HAVE A BLOG FOR YOU.

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am i reorganizing my masterlist for the 10,000th time? yep! i’ve finally written enough that i need to break this down into tinier masterlists!

key: 🚹 = male reader ⚧️ = nonbinary reader 🚻 = gender-neutral reader

☣️ = yandere tw 💥 = violence tw ‼️ = homophobia/transphobia tw 🩸 = blood/gore tw 🧨 = implied sexual content/sexual innuendos ❤️‍🔥 = smut tw

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mattheo riddle masterlist

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theodore nott masterlist

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polyamorous/non-monogamous masterlist

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“Splinched” masterlist • theodore nott 🚹🩸

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“Pansy’s Brother” masterlist • theodore nott 🚹 ☣️ 💥

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“lipstick” masterlist • enzo berkshire and draco malfoy 🚻 ☣️ ❤️‍🔥

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“watercolors” masterlist • tom riddle 🚹

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“The Doll” masterlist • enzo berkshire, regulus black, draco malfoy, theodore nott, mattheo riddle, and blaise zabini 🚻 💥

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“phoenix tears” masterlist • riddle brothers 🚹 ‼️💥🩸

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draco malfoy:

the audacity, i can’t believe this 🚹

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enzo berkshire:

shut up 🚹☣️❤️‍🔥

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ron weasley:

love triangle 🚹

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neville longbottom:

mr. green thumb 🚻

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weasley twins:

common room confessions 🚹

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blaise zabini:

uniforms ⚧️

fiendfyre 🚹

yandere! blaise zabini headcanons 🚻

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narcissa malfoy:

yandere! mother! headcanons 🚻 ☣️💥

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riddle brothers:

June 🚻

crystal 🚻☣️💥 (referenced attempted S/A tw)

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pansy parkinson:

paralyzer 🚻

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viktor krum:

sibling rivalry 🚻

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slytherin boys hcs:

slytherin boys: gn! muggleborn! reader’s music taste is rather…unexpected 🚻

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random non-reader stories:

key:

❌= implied/referenced child abuse tw 🛑= graphic child abuse tw

“where have you been?”

molly weasley discovers the extent of the dursleys’ abuse ❌

the weasley family and their cinematic adventures

just some funky lil headcanons

Harry Potter and the Amount of Abuse He Suffered at the Hands of His Guardians That Doesn’t Get Mentioned Nearly Enough (aka LET THE POOR BOY BE TRAUMATIZED)

writing prompt: “…jegulus taking in teenage harry after he runs away from the dursleys” 🛑 ❌

untitled tomarry thingy (i just love them okay)

writing prompt: “Touch starved Tom / Voldemort” 🛑 ❌

two thousand words of pure marauders-raise-harry fluff

writing prompt: “regulus black becoming the best seeker ever and harry being his biggest fan and then he finds out that his dad use to date him and he tries (and plots with sirius) to get them back together just so he can call the regulus black his stepdad”

Children Don’t Belong in Cupboards (pt. 1/?)

synopsis: jily comes to the dursleys’ to get their son back 🛑 ❌

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#harry potter #hp #hp x male reader #x male reader #tom riddle #weasley twins #fred weasley #george weasley #gay #weasley family #marauders era #draco x reader #draco malfoy #jegulus #x reader #hp x gn reader #mattheo riddle x reader #tom riddle x male reader #tom riddle x reader #x gender neutral reader #male reader #theodore nott #blaise zabini #fuck jkr

[zwolfgames]

Yandere Draco Malfoy x reader (Part 3)

Requested by: /

Warnings: Talks of murder, unlogical magic use, abuse of spells, violence and yandere stuff.

Parts: Part 1 , Part 2

And it was ass-

Draco woke up early to do his hair, insisting that he'd do yours aswell. And no, you were never as high end as him, so getting all these forgein products put into your hair wasn't pleasant.

He began choosing your weekend outfits. Styled your school robes when he didn't approve of how ruffled they were, he even went as far as to push you into the bathroom to shower when he found you too greasy. By wich you mean everyday....

You hadn't expected the blonde to be such a control freak, but he was. Okay, maybe you should have... 

Currently, you were simply walking down a secluded hall.. again, when the statue next to you and Draco let its axe drop.

You weren't fast enough to completly save your most controlling friend, tough you did pull him into you out of reflex. A bleeding cut was created on his left arm... but it was better then getting an axe trough your head, you suppose.

Draco screams out in angony and you wince as the sound hurt your ears.

You drag the fool with you to the infirmairy while he's crying out in pain, hoping you get there before he passes out because in no way are you strong enough to carry this lanky kid.

You grit your teeth as you think back to the now thrid attempt at Draco's life. What student even has the balls to attempt this even once? And how had the teachers not caught them?

And why is Harry Potter staring at you and Draco from behind a corne-

What.

You whip your head around to face the chosen one who freezes as he's caught.

"I can explain-" He stutters out with his hands up to show his innocence.

"Did you try to kill him?" You ask simply while Draco's just screaming.

"No-"

"Okay." You turn back around and keep walking, you had bigger problems then Potter's questions right now.

"What? No wait-" He runs after you as you keep walking.

You don't really react as you keep dragging Draco away to the infirmairy.

Mrs.Pomfrey gasps in shock as you bring Draco in, she immeadiatly gets to work and you can finally drop the screaming blonde onto a bed, tough he's mostly just crying now.

Draco demands that you hold his other hand while Pomfery heals his arm.

So you suck up your free will and sit next to his bedside to hold his hand.

Harry hasn't left... Just stares at the scene in confusion.

"Why are you friends with Malfoy?" The dark haired boy asks.

You eye him for a moment, as you've never talked before.

"I'm not." You shrug and Draco almost snarls.

".. You are." The blonde croaks out in pain, just to correct you.

You roll your eyes and Harry's frown tightens.

"Do you have any clue's on who's trying to kill him?" Harry asks, as if the target isn't right by you two.

"A student, thats all I know. And if you're going to be asking questions atleast make it less obvious that you're interogating us." You scoff and the boy bites his lip, pushing his glasses back up.

"I want to help-" 

"Yourself. We know." 

You finish for him and he looks baffled.

"Thats not what I was going to say." Harry frowns more, fidgeting with his sleeves.

"But it was what you meant. It's a student, thats all I know. Now shoo because the more I talk to you the harder this git squishes my hand." You side glare at Draco who is currently glaring at Harry.

"Then let go of him. He'll be fine on his own, come help us search." Harry suggests a bit calmly now.

Wow, you've never tought of just letting go- Ofcourse you had! Draco just had a deathgrip on your hand.

"This doesn't concern you, Potter." You shake your head. Harry steps closer to look you in the eye.

"No, it does concern me. Nothing at this school ever happens without Voldemort being behind it, it has to be some kind of elaborate plan to get the schools defences down." Harry tries to convince you.

"Ah yes, killing Lucius' son is gonna bring all of Hogwarts down! The worst it's gonna do is have Draco's dad sue the school or something." You explain.

"You know his father?" Harry asks in disbelief. "Well not personally, why?" You ask in confusion, eyebrows scrunching together.

"He's evil." Harry whispers as if he isn't being glared at by the blonde.

"Yea so? Thats not my problem?" You shrug again and ignore the pulling on your hand from a clearly annoyed Slytherin.

"What? That... Y/N, just help us, you're with Draco all the time, and you've saved him too. We can solve this together." Harry starts again with his proposal.

"No, Potter, let the teachers solve things for once, go study or something. And why do you know my name?" You narrow your (e/c) eyes.

Harry stiffens. From what you've heard of Draco's shittalking, he's quite the stalker. Tough you'd never expected to be a victim of it.

"Don't worry about it, you're well known-"

"I'm not."

"You're friends with a Malfoy."

"I'm not." You repeat again.

"..You are.." Draco buts in again.

You sigh at the absurdity of this all. Harry wanted that thrill of mystery. Draco wanted a friend he could control and you just wanted to pass this year.

Very diffrent wants and needs. Not compatible.

So you'd ditch them both.

Easy as that.

When Draco was allowed out of the infirmairy you helped him back up to your shared room and ran off as fast as you could.

Two goals in mind, catch the mystery person and avoid everyone else.

So, out of pure desperation, you stole a polyjuice potion from proffesor Snape's supply. How, you may ask. You snuk a letter up under the door of his office that said he was needed by Dumbledore in terms of his potions career. It couldn't be too obvious, but it seems you had nailed it.

So without furder ado, you threw a hair of your blonde 'friend' into the potion. You had snatched a Slytherin tie from his closet. Quite an idiotic descicion to let you live in his dorm...

Oh well. You were transformed in a matter of minutes, tried to adjust the now blonde hair back to how neat Draco usually had it and set off to go find the most secluded and dark places off the castle.

If they wanted Draco malfoy dead, then they'd have to try harder.

It didn't take long before you felt watched. But you had to keep the cocky air up around you. Chin up, back straight. 

And bam! A spell again! Right past your face from behind. Since you weren't actually Draco, you had been on guard. And this time this sucker wasn't getting away.

You chugged down a speed potion, accio-ing your broom as you ran after the person. Draco's height aided your sprint, tough you hoped the polyjuice potion didn't affect your own pyshical abilities because you doubt that Draco could hold up running as long as you.

Your broom flew into your hand not long after, stealing tricks from Potter wasn't a bad idea as long as no-one saw it!

You didn't even sit on the long stick, no time for that. You just let it drag you along as it flew. You didn't know brooms could even work like that, but your will power was enough for it to do so.

You pushed off against walls as you followed this person into the darker parts of the castle. Deeper into the dungeons. They must have realised long ago that you weren't Draco, or they'd have tried something to hurt you.

Glidinf off of stairs, ignoring the harsh thuds you made against walls and the layers of skin under your pants that were getting torn up by your landing and frantic turns and collisons.

It could all be fixed. As long as you finally caught this damm person it would all be worth it.

With a last jump you caught onto the persons black hood, togging it off and holding in to keep them in your grip.

A feminine yelp left the wrongdoer's mouth as you threw her onto the ground. Letting your broom fly out of your hands so you could pull out you wand, aimed right at her neck.

A....

A child....

First year, maybe.... second year?

You didn't know. But you eyes widened at the sight of this... scared girl.

 But now's not the time to be weak, who knows, maybe she took a polyjuice potion too to get the wrong person jailed.

"Explain, right now." You demand in a snarl. It must have looked a lot more intimidating considering you had Draco's face at the moment... It was strange hearing his voice say your words...

"I-I only want him dead!" The girl shouts out. You stiffen and tug her up by the hair.

"And why?" You narrow your now grey eyed gaze. Glaring harshly.

"His father ruined my family! Why are you helping him!?" The girl sobbed. You weren't sure what to do...

Let a kid kill Draco or just turn her in...

You couldn't let her roam free and try again. If Draco actually died you'd be suspicious too.... And intergogated. Truth serum and bam, they had you as the one that let the murderer get away.

Is that a selfish tought?

Are you allowed to think that way?

"I'm helping him because I'm not letting someone die, Malfoy or not." You bite back.

"Thats stupid, he's using you! Let me go!" The girl tries to kick you, a quick 'Stupefy' to the face knocks her right out.

No, you made your desciscion, better safe then sorry. You'd just... deliver her to Dumbledore... Thats better then.. Snape? Better then McGonnagall? Atleast punishment wise. Maybe.. they'd just send her to therapy?

Yea.. lets believe in that...

You carried the girl out of the dungeons. Exhausted by the end of the stairs. If only you knew a spell to make bodies float, too bad thats a Potter exclusive.

After some breaks and huffs, you got to Dumbledore's way too high up office.

Trying to make the walls open or whatever, you hadn't ever been here before...

And you still looked like Draco...

Oh this day couldn't get any worse.

You managed to open the gateway, dropped the kid on a chair at Dumbledore's office and looked him in the eye.

"Malfoy, what brings you and Delaine here?" Dumbledore inquires calmly.

"It's L/N, sir. This is the girl thats been trying to kill Malfoy, excuse my looks..." You sigh and run a hand trough your- Draco's hair. Too much gel for your liking...

"L/N? I see. And how did you aquire a polyjuice potion?" Dumbledore asked with an amused smile.

He didn't look mad but you were'nt going to risk it.

"Lucius Malfoy aided me and Draco in our plan, sir." You lied spontaniously. The old man didn't seem to question it and just nodded.

....

"She isn't going to.. Azkaban, right?" You ask in a whisper.

"No... Miss Delaine hasn't killed anyone... yet. She'll be undergoing a trial. I'll be sure to give your house twenty points for your heroic behavior. You like it on the down low, don't you?" Dumbledore smiles.

You stiffen at his sudden.. correct assumption.

You tought he knew lots, but to know personal things about you? Some random student? Weirdo...

What's he? All seeing?

"You're dismissed, L/N. Be sure to visit the imfirmairy, you look quite rustled." Dumbledore advised and opens the gateway for you again.

You nod and walk out.

Only when the door closes again does your calm expression twist into guilt...

You just ruined some girls life... Not as bad as going to Azkaban... but you defenitly fucked it up..

But.. but it would have been worse for her if she had actually killed Draco. You keep repeating that all the way to the infirmairy.

Why did it have to be some kid?

You weren't sure wether to tell Draco the morning after.

You had come back to the dorm, no strange onlookers glared at you now that you looked liked Draco.

Tough you watched in the mirror as the potions' effects wore off. As the blonde melted back into (h/c) and your body became your own again.

All while you saw the person you were sleeping behind you.

He wasn't even tucked in correctly...

So you did that first... then went to bed yourself.

And now here you were, with Draco gushing over how amazing you looked with the Slytherin tie and how you should steal his clothes more often.

You refrained from looking angry since he didn't need to know all about your reasons for it.

A shame you forgot to change before going to sleep...

He made you wear that tie for the whole day.

It was like a claim.

You weren't sure how you felt about this whole 'friendship' anymore now that the murder problem had been resolved...

Maybe you'd just stick around untill one of the teachers officially announces that the case was solved.

You just wanted your old friends back, your old roomates...

But luck was never on your side.

Not a week after, it had been revealed, wich seemed good. You weren't mentioned, just like Dumbledore knew you wanted.

But oh boy. Someone else knew.

Lucius Malfoy.

The man himself came to visit Hogwarts and singled you and Draco out after dinner.

Exposing your heroic deeds and making Draco like you even more.

he assumed you cared about him to do all this. You just had the basic human decency to not let someone die.

Thats all there was to it.

Atleast on your side.

After Lucius' visit, Draco didn't let you leave him like you had planned.

And you were finally fed up.

Packing your stuff, you'd just move back to your dorm without asking.

"What do you think you're doing?" Draco stood in the doorway. Closing the door behind him as he walked in.

"Moving back. The murder is solved." You state calmly, trying not to provoke anything in the blonde.

"Y/N, you can't do that." He shakes his head and opens your wardrobe again to put your clothes back.

"I can. I've helped you, it's over now." You refuse and put the clothes back in your suitcase.

Draco's face twists into a frown as he comes closer.

"We're not over."

"That isn't what I said-"

"You're mine, Y/n."

Draco announces so directly you needed a moment for the shock to pass so that that cringe feeling could swarm over you.

"Excuse me?" You ask in offence.

"You're mine. In everyway a person could be mine." Draco elaborates, it isn't making his words any better."

"You're sounding absurd." You facepalm but your wrist gets snatched and pulled to his chest.

"You don't understand. I want you in every way there is to want. You're my soulmate. Platonically, Romantically- whatever ally there is. You're the first true friend I've had. You're mine." Draco grins slightly... pshycotically.

Sure mental problems are allowed but keep them to yourself, jeez.

"Did someone make you chug a love potion? Go sober up in the corner and then we'll talk." You keep your cool. Even if you're freaking out on the inside. He isn't acting normal. This has to be a potion of somekind.

Surely it is.

"My father has already agreed that I can court you, Y/N. Don't you see how good this could be for you.?" Draco smiles, trying to convince you of his ultimate love.

You cringe and try to back away, but the blonde just backs you up more into the wardrobe.

"Don't fight our bond." Draco whispers rather creepily.

You'd rather fight both the bond and him if you could choose.

But the moment that you did, or well, attempted to punch him, you were out like a light.

Just like that girl you caught, Draco had 'stupefied' you too.

Knocked out cold for him to gush over.

He just needed a friend that wouldn't leave him.

A friend that wasn't fake.

And you were perfect, seeing as you had no trouble insulting him.

So you were his.

You'd stay his.

You had chosen wrong.

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Kinda lame ending, I know.

But I mean, good enough for a long ass one shot like this. Coudln't let it get too long.

Requests are always open. This is also on Wattpad (its one whole chapter there), and request can be done there too! Whatever you prefer!

have a nice day/night <3

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Words: 5210 (If you read all three parts)

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Matt: "Hey love..."

Y/n: "Yes" Looks but from book

Matt: "I have to tell something but you can't be upset"

Y/n: "...ok?"

Matt: "I eat the last of your cookies"

Y/n: "oh thank merlin I thought you broke my vase"

Matt: "now that you're calm....I broke your vase"

Y/n: "MATTHEO"

Draco: "hope you liked your life"

Matt: "Are you not going to help"

Draco: "Nope I like my life"

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You Won't Understand || Draco Malfoy x GN!Reader

Summary: Where, you stumble upon Draco mid breakdown in a secluded part of the library. Draco hisses for you to go away, believing that you’ll never understand his problems. You scoff, saying, “try me”, thus starts a newfound companion. 

Word count: ~2.5k

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some comfort towards the end?

a/n: Hi, I just wanted to write a fic in where, the reader also struggles with not being good enough, and finally, maybe, someone will understand what they’re going through. I might’ve self projected all of my worries and trauma from my high school days lol. There's a longer explanation for that at the end if anyone wants to read xD

But anyways, please enjoy

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you made your way to the library. It was lunchtime, and you were supposed to be in the Great Hall with your friends. However, earlier that day, you received a Howler from your mother. 

“Y/N L/N. YOU HAVE BEEN SLACKING OFF IN YOUR STUDIES AGAIN HAVEN’T YOU!? YOU ONLY RECEIVED AN EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS ON YOUR LAST EXAM. HOW COULD YOU!? DON’T EXPECT TO COME HOME WITH THOSE GRADES. IF YOU RECEIVE ANYTHING LESS THAN AN OUTSTANDING ON THE REST OF YOUR EXAMS, DON’T EVEN BOTHER COMING HOME.”

Thankfully you were in the privacy of your dorm room when you received this. Everyone had already left for the day. Your mother, a proud Ravenclaw, was deeply ashamed that you were sorted into the Slytherin house instead of hers. So to compensate, she relentlessly tortured you to always achieve the highest marks possible. After graduating Hogwarts, she attended the University of Oxford and ended up working for a different prestigious university as a researcher in neurology. 

Your father on the other hand was not a wizard. He was a muggle that your mother had fallen in love with while she attended regular university. He was also a neurologist, a man of science. He despised the magic part of you. It was a rude awakening when you got your letter from Hogwarts and your mother had to explain everything about her world. She fought him hard and long to send you to Hogwarts, so you couldn’t completely despise her. However, since they both wanted the best of their worlds for you, their expectations were too high in the sky for a mere sixteen-year old. Your father wanted you to attend the most prestigious university for med school while your mother just wanted you to be the top of your class. She figured you could become a healer at St. Mungo's or gain a high position in the Ministry of Magi. (She might be trying to live vicariously through you, as she gave up any jobs involving magic.)

As a result, you weren’t sure what you wanted anymore. For now, since you and your father weren’t exactly on speaking terms, your mother was the only one who even seemed to care. Thus, you focused all of your attention on your studies within the past month. Often skipping meals or falling asleep during them. Your friends began noticing the toll it took on you–your face grew paler and more tired, your hands shook, and dark circles formed under your eyes from countless all-nighters. Needless to say, you were incredibly freaked out for your next exam.

 If you didn’t receive an Outstanding, you would not have anywhere to go for the summer. Maybe you could spend it with the Weasleys? You managed to befriend Ginny, Fred, and George. Ron was a little harder to get him to come around, just because you were a Slytherin. 

On your way to the library, you nearly ran head first into Ginny. Oh, how coincidental. Before you even had a chance to apologise, she started rambling. 

“Oh hey, Y/n! I was just looking for you, I haven’t seen you at any meals today,” She said with worry evident on her face, “Are you alright? Please, come back to  lunch with me. I miss you, Y/n. We're all worried about you.” You cast her a guilt-ridden look. 

“I’m just heading to the library. I need to perfect my knowledge for the next exam,” You sighed defeatedly with a small chuckle. 

“But, Y/n–” Ginny began, concern lacing her voice. This time, you wore an apologetic expression. 

“I’m sorry Ginny, I just can’t. I–uhm, can I ask a favour from you though?” Avoiding eye contact out of shame, you looked away, unable to hold her gaze any longer.

“Of course Y/n, anything.” Ginny reached out and rubbed your arm in an attempt to comfort you.

You let out a heavy sigh. “Could I possibly stay at your place over the summer?” You hung your head down, eyes filled with unshed tears. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet Ginny’s gaze. “My mother owled me to say: If you don’t get O’s on the rest of your exams, don’t even think about coming home, child!” Ginny gasped softly, eyes widening at the words that stammered out of your mouth. 

“Oh, Y/n, of course you can stay with us. I'm sure you'll be alright, but you're always welcome to stay with us,” She replied, her voice brimming with sympathy. You gave a short nod of thanks, unable to speak or your tears would escape your eyes. “I suppose I’ll see you later then? Please, come to dinner at least.” You once again nodded, giving her a small smile. She smiled back as well, then turned and left you once again. 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The exhaustion and tiredness from it all was creeping in, eating away at you slowly. 

You were so tired. When would it get better? When would it end?

As you entered the library, your eyes scanned the endless rows of books, searching for a quiet place to study. That’s when you noticed a figure hunch in a cushioned chair by a window, their shoulders shaking and trembling.

It was Draco Malfoy. A boy that you weren’t really on any terms with. Occasional waves from you and small nods from him were the extent of your communication. 

Forgetting about your own woes for a moment, you cautiously approached him, uncertain if he would react kindly to your presence. Once you were about five feet away from him, his head snapped up. Then you saw his face. Tears pooled out of his eyes every few seconds, his lips trembled, then his brows narrowed. 

“What are you doing here?” Draco spat out, his voice a little hoarse. 

You hesitated for a moment, taking in the situation you just landed yourself in. Despite the venomous sounding tone, you could detect that he really hadn’t meant it that way. Ignoring his question, you stepped closer, concern etched on your own features.

“Are you alright?” You asked softly, your voice filled with genuine worry, “I–Is there anything I can do?”

Draco averted his gaze, trying to hide the pain and tears in his eyes. “It’s nothing. Just go away, please. You wouldn’t understand,” he muttered, his voice laced with frustration. You narrowed your eyes at this. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t? Why, because I’m not a pureblood? Because I 'don’t have any expectations placed onto me'? Hmm?” You retorted back, unsure why you spat back such a defensive response. He looked slightly taken aback at your words. 

“Yes, precisely. Wow, you're so smart,” his voice dripping with sarcasm, he rolled his eyes, then slumped back in the chair.

You folded your arms. “Try me, then. I won’t tell anyone, I swear it," you challenged him, not budging.  

He narrowed his eyes at you once again, unsure if he should open up. After a moment of internal struggle, he sighed with defeat. “If you really must know, There’s just–just so many expectations weighing on me. If I’m not good enough, it will be a disaster for my parents and me. I don’t want to risk anything, and the pressure is so... suffocating. I feel like I’m losing my mind,” he reluctantly started, but soon couldn’t stop, he didn’t know why he was sharing all of this with some random classmate.

“I’m not good enough for him. I don’t even feel that I’m good enough for my parents. My father always says: Malfoys do this, Malfoys don’t do that. Then my mother is already trying to arrange a marriage for me. I wish everyone’s expectations of me would just disappear.”

“But how would you ever understand that type of pressure?” He sighed in frustration as you just nodded along. muttered quietly, but you still heard him.

You didn't know who 'he' was, but you sure as fuck knew about pressure from parents.

“Sorry to interrupt your little pity party, Malfoy,” you sighed, meeting his glare with a calm gaze. “But let me tell you, I do understand the feelings of pressure and not being good enough for someone. I’m going to get kicked out of my home by my mother if I don’t get Outstandings on every single last assignment. She's dead serious about that. My father and I aren’t on speaking terms because he thinks being magical is stupid. He wants me to attend muggle medicine university. My mother shames me everyday for being in Slytherin and not her perfect little Ravenclaw house. They both expect me to do what they want without giving me a choice. If I’m not their perfect little daughter, I’ll just get shunned and kicked out. Disowned. I'm just their disappointment,” you rambled out, “but I suppose this little talk shouldn’t be about me. Sorry, didn't mean to spin it like that. Just forget it.” 

Maybe your family's reputation wasn't as important as the Malfoys, but nonetheless, you were sure you would become disowned by them. They had set unrealistic expectations out of you. Your mental health was rapidly declining, if it hadn’t already hit rock bottom, your feelings were valid and you won’t let anyone tell you otherwise. However, your parents didn’t seem to care about your feelings. 

"I definitely know how it feels. Like someone is drowning or suffocating you. There's no breaks. And it's all ridiculous because we are just teenagers. So what the fuck, life?" You angrily whisper out.

Draco stared at you, momentarily speechless. “I… I had no idea,” he murmured out, “it seems you are capable of understanding this more than I thought.” You mirrored the speechlessness, unsure if you should be insulted or relieved by his admission. He looked away from you, staring out the window for a brief moment. 

“It’s alright, Draco. No one really notices anyways,” you laugh awkwardly, trying to brush your feelings away again. Even though you pushed for Draco to share his feelings, you felt like a burden doing the same thing. 

You went to approach him, stepping into the rays of sunlight that beamed in from the windows. It wasn’t until now that Draco took in your full appearance. He never paid you much mind, as you weren’t a pureblood or in his friend group, but friends with the Weasleys. You truly were a beauty. You had godly features that rivalled any of the most attractive students. Your hair cascaded softly around your face, accentuating your facial features. It was also then, he realised just how malnourished and exhausted you were looking. The sunken eyes, pale face, bloodshot eyes and slightly trembling form. He was sure a gust of wind would knock you over. 

“You look like shit, L/n.” Draco said flatly, instantly realising the bluntness of his comment. Your eyes widened at his comment.

 “I–I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.” He apologised? Who was this imposter and what did he do with Draco Malfoy? 

“Gee, thanks. It’s nothing I can’t handle though.” You rolled your eyes, a small laugh escaped your lips. Attempting to brush his concern off and divert the attention away from yourself, you shot back, “Have you seen yourself though? I could say the same.” Draco just shook his head with amusement on his face.

“Yeah, yeah. But, it’s clearly not ‘nothing’. A gust of wind could knock you over,” he retorted back, though his gaze softened. You scoffed at him. He couldn’t explain why he suddenly cared, why he wanted to reach out to you. Maybe it was because you made him feel calmer? The gentle aura you carried around when others were there was relaxing and a good change of pace. Maybe it was the fact that you also shared the same feelings of struggle as him. Not being accepted or feeling good enough for everyone. You tried to help him (in your own challenging way), now he wanted to help you, at least just a little. 

You hummed a little, shying away a little for the first time. “Well, perhaps we could both use a break from trying to meet everyone’s expectations. Maybe we can help each other out,” you suggest, “though I don’t know how to help out with the whole pureblood traditions thing, I’ll be around for you if you need some support. Or just a friend to hangout with or vent to.” Draco nodded along with your plan, not feeling too opposed to this.

“And I can help you with your studies,” he offered with a soft tone. You nodded as well, giving a genuine smile this time. 

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Over the next few weeks, you and Draco spent more and more time together. Sometimes it would be hardcore study sessions. Where it felt like the questions he quizzed you on were never ending. Other times, it would be ranting about everything and nothing. It helped both of you get some weight off your chests. A couple times, you took trips to Hogsmeade to chat over a butterbeer or three. 

You could say it was a friendship. You weren’t sure how he felt, but you could feel yourself falling for the Slytherin boy. Though you knew it might not end well, with him being a ‘pureblood’ and all. Such bullshit that is. You often told him that was your opinion on the pureblood traditions, he would just chuckle, sadness laced in it occasionally. 

“Y/n, how do you feel about your grades?” Draco asked casually as you both walked down an empty hallway. Your face paled and your body froze in your steps. The feeling always haunted you, no matter how much you talked it over, it would still haunt you. Draco came to a halt and turned towards you, voice laced with genuine worry, “Y/n?” He could see the inner turmoil your brain shoved you into, and it pained him more than it should have to see you like this. 

You tried to shake yourself out of anxiety’s grip. “I’m not too sure to be honest. I’m waiting on three exams and two homework grades still…,” you trailed off, drowning in your worries again. 

“Hey, hey, you’ll be ok, alright?” He said with a much softer tone while placing his hands on your arms. Over the weeks, you both became immaculate at reading each other’s signs of worry or anxiety, knowing exactly what to do. 

“You don’t know that, Draco,” you sighed, “although, maybe staying with the Weasleys would be better for my mental health anyways.” At this thought, you felt a little more relieved, but no matter how much you tried not to care, these feelings would forever haunt you.

“A–anyways, how about you? How’s your whole… family thing?” You asked, deflecting any more concern that came your way.

“It’s uh… still not great. Mother called off any preset engagements, however she still wants me to at least try going on the dates.” He grumbled. It was a little progress. You encouraged him to express his feelings with his mother, maybe it would change her mind. You knew it was a long shot to be able to change the traditions of hundreds of years, but why not try now? 

“Oh! Well, I suppose that’s… a little good then?” You tilted your head a little, becoming lost in thoughts again. You wondered if her mind would ever change enough to let you potentially date Draco. No, you haven’t confessed anything to Draco, but your feelings weren’t dying. 

Draco scrunched his nose and gave a slight nod. “Yes, I suppose so. Maybe, someday, she’ll let me date whoever I want, without worrying about blood status…” Your eyes widened, a blush spreading across your cheeks and to your ears. 

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” You stammered out. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you could’ve sworn that was implying he wanted to date you. Little did you know, you were correct. Maybe someday it would work out, but for now, both of you were content with your ever growing friendship. Though, can you really call this a friendship? You were sure it dug deeper than just that. 

looong a/n: So, I might’ve self projected all of my worries and trauma from my highschool days. I went to a public hs, but good god, the standards were high. Anything less than an A was a failure. I had friends crying over 94%’s… I had a couple friends that would get locked out of their houses for the day if they brought home C’s. I, myself, never felt smart enough either. My friends always scored higher than me.

I maintained a solid 3.8 GPA, but it just wasn’t as high as my friends’ with their 3.9’s and 4.0’s :’). So I spent my whole grade school career, never feeling smart enough. I cried myself to sleep most nights from the stress of it all. My parents would get onto me and had really high expectations for me as well. It took my dad forever to realise I'm going to sometimes get C's because some subjects just don't click and I crumble under pressure. No matter how hard I study, I cannot always get A's. That should be okay, but my parents....hhhhh. It’s taken me a little bit of time to start undoing the feeling that if I don't get A’s, I’m a failure.

Though, I’m finally realising that grades aren’t everything in life, and it’s ok. I’ll still aim for the top, but I’m not sacrificing my mental health for it again. (I still have a 3.8GPA at uni, but now I’m studying smarter ;) and uni has been slightly easier than high school, wtf.) I’m not trying to sound stuck up or snobby, I promise and I apologise. That was just the school mindset I was raised in. In which, I’m trying to undo some of those more painful mindsets. 

I’m trying to learn that my efforts are enough. I’m putting my best work in while not sacrificing my sanity this time. I’m enough, you’re enough, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. 

Thanks for reading if you did!

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Stop Hiding Ferret Boy - Draco Malfoy X GN Reader

Title: Stop Hiding Ferret Boy

Draco Malfoy X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Crabbe, Goyle, Prof. McGonagall, Prof. Moody, Prof. Snape (Mentioned), Draco's family (Mentioned), and other students (Mentioned)

WC: 812

Warning: Insecurities, mention of Draco's family troubles, teacher bullying another student, slight angst, worries, and hidden relationship

“Professor Moody! Did you turn a student into a- did you use transfiguration on a student!?” Professor McGonagall yelled across the courtyard of Hogwarts, quickly walking over.

You watched in shock as she scolded the other professor. You gently picked up the fuzzy white ferret, or Draco, up and wrapped him up in your winter scarf. You and Draco had been in a secret relationship for a long time, for six months. Draco snuggled closer to you as the professor spoke.

Once Moody left, McGonagall turned to you, "Y/N, I suppose you'll look after him while I finish my class?" She asked and you nodded with a smile.

She nodded back before she shooed her student back to their lesson. Once alone, you went to a small bench under a tree and sat down. The bench was cold once you sat down, and you let out a shaky breath. Looking down, you lifted up the fluffy ferret. You giggled as he squirmed around in your hands, making a cute little noise.

"You are so adorable! I wish I could keep you like this." You teased, setting the ferret back down in your lap.

He looked at you with his big grey eyes, he let out a small squeak. You frowned, he sounded pretty sad. You pet him again, trying to comfort him. His tail wagged a bit more. You smiled and held him close to you, not wanting to get rid of him now that he was close to you.

"I'm sorry," You said softly, looking down at him.

"I wish we could tell people, I hate hiding. I don't care what people would think. I love you and that is all that matters" You spoke down to the ferret.

Draco listened to your words, though unable to speak, he understood. He wanted nothing more than to show you off to the entire school. To show them that you were off-limits, but he was scared. There were so many things in the way. One thing being his family and the other your friends. It wasn't fair for him to be afraid when you had already given up so much for him.

It was time to take another step in this relationship. Once he was out of this furry situation, he would show you off to everyone at the school. Draco would hold your hand in the halls, walk you to class, kiss you between classes, and eat with you at lunch even though people would talk. He would take you on dates to Hogsmeade and go to the Yule Ball with you.

This is what he really wanted. This is what you both needed. He loved you. You loved him too. How could he deny your wishes? No one could ever take your place in his heart. The two of you had only been dating for six months, but it felt like ten years. No... It felt like an eternity.

"Hey, L/N, what are you doing with Draco?" Crabbe asked skeptically next to Goyle.

You looked up in surprise, hoping that the two didn't hear your words. "Oh, this is Malfoy? I didn't know." You spoke, looking down at the ferret.

You hated hiding.

"Yeah, well, hand him here. We're taking him to Professor Snape." Goyle spoke and you reluctantly handed the poor Draco ferret over, still wrapped in your scarf.

They left with Draco, leaving you sitting on the bench, now completely alone.

~ ~ ~

That morning, you woke up with a deep yawn. Stretching you opened your eyes, sitting up in your canopy bed. Looking at your bedside table, your eyes widen seeing your scarf. You smiled at the sight of it, knowing Draco had returned it to you. You picked it up, watching as a small note fell from it. You flipped open the note and your smile widened when you saw Draco's handwriting.

'No more hiding, meet me at the Great Hall entrance. - D'

Breaking out into a joyful laugh, you kissed the note. You quickly got up and got dressed for the day, excited to see Draco. Your smile never faltered as you walked down the halls with a pep in your step. Getting closer to the Great Hall, you spotted Draco standing at the open double doors. He turned and spotted you as well, giving you a small smirk.

"Hey, love. Are you ready?" He asked, bringing his hand out for yours.

You gave him a determined and overjoyed smirk. "Never been more ready, Draco."

Draco's smirk turned into a small smile briefly. Oh, how he loved how you said his name. You took his hand in your, Draco intertwining your fingers with his. Walking together into the Great Hall, some people turned and the room was filled with gasps and whispers. The next couple of days were going to be crazy, but it was worth it.

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[luvpooks]

Draco Malfoy x Male Reader

His love.

Summary: Draco and m/n are trying to find each other in the leftovers of Hogwarts.

m/n ran around the castle trying to find Draco.

Every turn he took his heart skipped a beat.

"please draco please still be alive." m/n whispered to himself.

Suddenly m/n heard to words crucio.

"oh fuck."

His back in the torn down wall.

"that's gonna leave a mark.." m/n said to himself.

In front of him he saw the one and only Bellatrix LeStrange.

"oh you motherfucker." m/n screamed.

Bellatrix grinned crazily.

m/n got up and grabbed his wand as quick as he could.

They stood in front of each other. One eyeing the other with bloodlust and the other eyeing their opponent as only a rock in his way.

m/n hated hurting people. Is was one thing he swore to never do.

But when it came to the love of his life it's like something clicked in him. A darkness some would call it.

But to m/n he called it his love.

A bloodlust overtook him. Anyone and anything would only wish to turn back time after he was done.

And m/n played dirty.

On the hem of his belt laid a knife.

Once Bellatrix got close enough to would jab it straight into her abdomen.

After multiple minutes of spells after spells being used, Bellatrix finally got close enough.

m/n unsheathed his knife and as quick as he could plunged his knife into her.

She fell to the floor.

m/n looked down at her with a insane glint in his eyes.

He walked away and started on his journey to find Draco again.

Soon enough he was in the courtyard.

He saw everyone gathered there.

And then he saw Draco. In the middle with Voldemort.

"DRACO!" He yelled as loud as he could.

Draco turned around slightly and his eyes widened.

"m/n..?" he whispered.

m/n ran up to him but before he could Voldemort knocked him back.

"shit!" m/n exclaimed.

He laid there for a second.

"ok, that one did hurt. A lot." m/n whispered.

m/n sat up slowly.

"goddamn i think i broke something." m/n winced.

Once i looked up i saw that Draco wasn't in the middle anymore but with his mother.

"now's my chance to get over there." he whispered.

I got up quick and hit Voldemort with a knock back enchantment and ran to Draco.

"Shit you are so fucking dumb,m/n!" Draco said wide eyed.

"merlin just shut up." m/n teared up.

Draco hugged him as if if was the last time they would see each other.

Draco kissed the top of his head sniffling a little.

"god i love you so much m/n." Draco said.

"i love you too dray."i responded.

A voice boomed suddenly. The one and only Voldemort.

"ah, puppy love. It'll make you do anything..wont it? (m/n)?" he questioned.

Bellatrix's body thumped on the ground.

M/n walked up to Voldemort only a few feet away.

"yeah it will. But you wouldn't know that huh?" (m/n) retorted.

They stood there eyeing each other for a few moments before Voldemort spoke again.

"Such a shame. You could've done wonders for the Death eaters." He chuckled.

m/n's eyes squinted.

" nothing would've made me become one of you. Absolutely nothing." m/n stated angrily.

"oh, but it seems like you would..i mean you killed someone..that makes you just as bad as us.." Voldemort responded.

m/n frowned.

"ah, theres that realization. you kill someone m/n l/n. You are not and never will be better than us." Voldemort laughed.

Suddenly, a knockback jinx hit The dark lord.

m/n stood there wide eyed.

His mind was everywhere he couldn't keep his mind on one thought and he couldn't calm down.

It felt like his heart was about to explode.

Draco came up behind m/n and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Come on darling, it's time to go, we don't have to stay here." Draco whispered in m/n ear.

m/n only nodded, unable to speak.

Draco wrapped his arm around m/n waist guiding him away.

m/n could only stare at the ground.

Once they were far enough away from the castle Draco stopped and hugged m/n and kissed his head.

"It's okay m/n, it's okay." Draco whispered.

m/n wrapped his arms around Draco waist, burying his head in Draco shoulder tearing up once again.

Draco continued to whisper sweet nothings in m/n ear.

"It's all okay now darling, we're together nothing can hurt you." Draco continued to whisper.

m/n looked up to Draco with tears in his eyes.

Draco peppered kisses all over m/n's face the last one being a kiss on the lips.

"Everything is okay now, my love." Draco said.

"i know Dray, i know." m/n responded.

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[drvconian]

New Year's Day

It’s still dark outside when you wake up, the stars twinkling in the night sky. The world is quiet, the streets lit up only by the streetlamps that line them. Leftover decorations and litter sprinkle the ground, alongside the mist that makes the grass sparkle underneath the moonlight.

You haven’t gotten out of bed yet. The air is cold, and your bed is warm. It invites you to settle back into it, but there’s a restlessness that keeps you awake. You have no want to sleep, and so you move and place your feet on the floor, wincing a little bit at how cold the ground is. The heater is usually on during the day, but you turn it off at night because Draco is used to sleeping in the cold. It gave you an incentive to use him for warmth, so you didn’t mind.

You slip your feet into your slippers and push yourself into a standing position. You turn to look down at Draco, still peacefully asleep in the bed. The sheets are dark and made of silk, which seemed like a ridiculous purchase to you whenever he insisted you buy them, but now you like them. You enjoyed sliding into bed and feeling the softness against your skin, plus your hair felt softer. Draco looked at ease whenever he slept, and that was the biggest benefit of it all. Maybe it reminded him of how he slept growing up – or he read about the benefits of them along the years. You did not know, and you did not care. It made him happy.

That was how you and Draco lived… You were more focused on trying to make life comfortable again. Life hadn’t felt normal since, and it most likely never would. It was a fact you spent the better part of the year trying to face. You had lost friends, and others had lost family. Draco had lost his sense of family: they weren’t dead, but it was close. His father was imprisoned, and there was a distance between Narcissa and Draco that hadn’t been there before. He wouldn’t speak on it, and you wouldn’t force him to. It was his choice. 

His blond hair was messed up, not slicked back like it usually was. He was curled up slightly, with his head resting on the inside of his arm. His mouth hung open slightly, and if you listened close enough, you could hear the small snores you had come to adore. You used to lie awake listening to them after the war… just to be sure he was still living. Softly, you reach out and brush his hair out of his face. He doesn’t stir.

After everything, he had trouble sleeping. He would randomly wake up through the night, shaking and pale. You’d hold him, talking to him quietly or humming some lullaby from years past. He once, in a whisper, confessed that your touch calmed something in him. You were a hand that couldn’t hurt. Some things still bled like open wounds. Others were barely starting to scab over. Though he always found a way of reminding you of how much you were helping. Even if he didn’t realize it, him trusting you enough to be vulnerable and not flinch from your hand was significant.

You retreat, quietly making your way out of your room after slipping your wand into your pocket. When the door is shut behind you, you’re met with the wreckage of the previous night. Glitter covers the floor, gold and black and silver. You sigh internally, already wanting to be back in the comfort of your bed. You did not want to deal with this mess so early.

You and Draco had the biggest place out of your friends, so the majority of celebrations were held at your flat. You were happy to host events and make food for them, but you also dreaded the next day: clean-up time. Since the celebration had run so late, you didn’t have any help on cleaning up. Having a dirty place stressed you out, so it really wasn’t a surprise that you were up early to clean it.

It was around 5 am on January 1st. Everyone had left a few hours earlier after the clock had struck midnight and kisses were exchanged between sweethearts, and prolonged hugs between friends. It was the first you and Draco had been able to share it together, and kissing him at midnight felt like a dream. Surrounded by your friends, and people you were still trying to connect with… the night had felt like pure bliss. You had all gone up to the roof and watched the fireworks, sharing drinks and talking.

There was a makeshift photo booth set up alongside one of the walls, with cheap Muggle decorations and too much glitter that you knew would drive you mad when you had to clean it up. Seeing your friends enjoy it made it all worth it, though. The photos that came out of it would be passed around for generations to come: the one after the war. A fresh start. A new year. That had been the purpose of the party, a good night to hopefully welcome in a good year.

The floor is a mess, covered in spilled drinks and glitter and other things you, if you were being honest, weren’t completely sure of the origin. A lot had happened during the night, with your friends getting drunk, loud music playing, people having to yell to hear one another. It was a great night, but now you had to clean up the evidence. That was the downside of being the host.

Everything was worth it, in the end. You hadn’t seen Draco smile so wide while surrounded by so many people in a long time: he hadn’t been able to see his friends for a while, so having an occasion where he could sit back, relax and drink while catching up had seemed to cheer him up despite all the worrying over the party he did in the first place. Hosting social events seemed like second nature to him from the start, but watching him host the actual event was something you could get used to. Draco has unlimited charisma, and while he wasn’t overly liked by the crowd, you felt like they at least could walk away from the party with a few compliments toward him. He constantly made sure the drinks and ice were refilled, and he encouraged the guests to not be stingy when it came to the snack table. He had splurged a little bit on the food, even though it wasn’t a full-course meal, and instead was finger food so people could eat while mingling.

You were one of the people that had drank the least out of your friends, having no intention of blacking out. Draco had limited his drinking too, though he had more than you did, which is why you let him sleep while you dealt with the mess. A few stragglers at the end of the night had tried to help and clean up a little, but you forced them to leave and closed the door on them – you weren’t going to make a guest clean up. That was something you and Draco could agree on.

Cleaning up the mess wouldn’t be too difficult, especially with the aid of magic that you were allowed to do on your own now that you were of age and graduated from Hogwarts. It would take a little while to scrub the glitter out of the carpets, as everything couldn’t be done with magic, but you could vanish the bulk of the trash.

You pull your wand out from your pocket, and begin making your way around the room, quietly whispering “evanesco” every now and then. You kept your footsteps light, and avoided anything on the floor that you might possibly slip or get stuck in. Everything had seemed so perfect a couple of hours ago, when there was still a buzz in your system and you were surrounded by people that made you happy… Now, it was sort of disgusting how much trash and mess was spread around your apartment.

Maybe it was a good thing Draco was asleep – he might have thrown a fit if he saw your apartment in this state.

You spend about thirty minutes just vanishing trash, and periodically stopping to scrub at something on a surface or on the floor. You get carried away when you find a stack of pictures your friends had taken, dressed in the Muggle decorations you had gotten from one of those party supply stores. They had been a big hit within your group, and had gotten plenty of use throughout the night… if the stains on them were any indication. You open a drawer and place the pictures in there so they don’t accidentally get thrown away or vanished, making a mental note to come back and look at them later.

It’s so quiet that, compared to earlier, it feels sort of wrong, like there’s meant to be some gigantic party happening inside of your apartment. You miss the company, the smells, the light, the noise. You remember standing by the door, barefoot and tired, swaying as you held the door open for the people leaving. The last to go had been your and Draco’s close friends. Begrudging goodbyes and a “we’ll see you soon, right?” whispered into your shoulder as you embraced. When you had closed the door after the final person left, you stood there and looked around at your flat: it was a mess, and the music was still playing, but it was quieter than before. Draco stood across from you, idling, staring at something on the wall, looking tired. His hair was sticking up in the back, assumedly from where he had run his hands through it and messed with the gel. His shoulders slumped forward slightly, and just like you, he was swaying. You both were, at least, tipsy and exhausted from everything you did that day.

You had spent the better part of the day decorating for the party, and making sure the catering was accounted for. You had spent hours hanging up streamers, putting up banners and decorations, and blowing up balloons. It had been fun, watching Draco try to wrap his head around how he wanted everything to look (you must have moved the “Happy New Year’s” banner about five times before he was happy with it). You were happy for his opinion in the end, as you thought everything looked perfect. Your guests seemed like they enjoyed it too, with various comments on the decor and the atmosphere. Draco was practically glowing while receiving all the praise.

After everyone had left, he grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom, a small, yet tired smile on his face. The bed was made, the room smelled lovely (unlike the rest of your flat), and your pajamas were laid out already. You looked at him, wondering when he had made the time to do this while you had both been so busy. You melt as you watch him pick up his own pajamas and walk away to change into them: black and silver silk pajamas, his favorite, and oddly on theme. He had gotten you both matching silk pajamas, though yours were in your favorite colors. He had given them to you on Christmas, wrapped in a box, topped with a bow. You had hugged him tightly and changed into them immediately, spending the rest of Christmas in matching pajamas, cuddled together on your couch as you watched the snow fall past your windows.

It was still snowing, though it was harder to see due to the fact that it was dark outside. You put down the broom you had picked up somewhere along the way and make your way over to the window, mesmerized by its beauty. The streets were quiet, and sometimes a piece of confetti or a streamer would blow past, evidence of other celebrations that had happened alongside your own. You wondered if the street had always been this quiet, or if the intense music of your own party drowned out the noise of other celebrations. The music had been quite loud.

You place a hand against the glass and the cold is relaxing against your fingertips, despite the way it makes you wince when you first feel it. The inside of your flat is warm, though sometimes you can still feel the coldness from outside, particularly near the front door and the windows.

You’re pulled out of your reverie when you feel a presence by your side, the corners of your mouth lifting in pleasant surprise when you notice a familiar set of grey eyes. You turn to him immediately, “I hope I didn’t wake you.” Your voice is quiet, though not quiet enough to be counted as a whisper. Draco looks tired, his eyes still squinting slightly, but he smiles back at you.

“You missing from our bed did wake me up.” He looks out the window as well, watching the snow. “Cleaning could have waited for the morning.”

You nod at his words, following his eyes to the window. The world outside seemed to be asleep itself, quiet and dark. None of the other flats had their lights on. “Perhaps.”

“I cannot say I am surprised.” His smile is fond as he says this, and his hand raises to hold the one you have pressed to the window. “I knew what you were up to as soon as I woke up alone.”

“I didn’t want to-”

“You didn’t want to wake me up, I know.” He pries your fingers from the window so that you may intertwine yours, the warmth of his hand cancelling out the coldness of the window. “You must know I want to help you.”

“I do.” You turn completely to him, your intertwined fingers joining you together. Your smile is soft as you gaze at him: his hair is messed up, unruly and spiked up. There are bags under his eyes and his blinks are slow. He’s tired, yet he’s here, standing with you. “But I also know you need your beauty sleep.”

He rolls his eyes at that, his grip tightening slightly. “You need as much rest as you can get, too. It didn’t need to be cleaned the moment everyone stepped out of the place.” He looks back towards your bedroom, a sense of longing coming from him.

“Do you want to go back to bed?”

He doesn’t answer as he looks back at you, but he steps back. You step forward, being dragged along by his hand. You don’t resist, letting him drag you back to bed. You flick the light switch on your way out, the lights turning out and casting you both in darkness. The moon lights up the room as you step out of it, and back into the familiarity of your bedroom. The bed isn’t made, the blankets messed up from where Draco had gotten out of it. He stops when you’re both in front of the bed, and you shake your head slightly at him.

You are tired, you have to admit, you’d barely slept at all before you had gotten up to clean. The allure of Draco and your warm bed are tempting you, and it doesn’t take too long for you to give in. You let him lead you the rest of the way into bed.

You’re curled up into his side, with an arm slung lazily over him as you press a kiss into his cheek. This is how you spent most of your nights, intertwined and comforted. He kisses your forehead, running a hand up and down your back. The bed is warm and the sun hasn’t even begun to make its way into the sky. Everything is quiet, and as you settle in for the morning, you listen to Draco breathe.

“Can I tell you something?” He asks into the silence, and you move your head up to look at him.

You smile up at him, a bigger smile than you’re sure is warranted at around 6 am, and nod. “Anything,” you whisper, “anything you want, anytime.”

He’s quiet for a little while, and you begin to wonder if he’ll speak at all. You know he’s still awake because his hand is still stroking your back, but he makes no move to talk. You don’t push him, opting to embrace his warmth and his presence.

He takes a deep breath and that brings your attention back to him.

“I love you.”

Your heart stops, or maybe it stutters, in your chest. You’re suddenly wide awake, and you feel his hand stop moving. You push yourself up to look at him fully, your eyes wide as you look down at where he still lays. He’s looking right back at you, his eyes reflecting the moonlight that hits the back of your head. He looks beautiful like this, staring up at you as if you’re a diamond among the stars in the sky. You press down on his chest, right where his heart is. “I love you too.”

He sits up too, and his smile is radiant. His hand moves to hold your hand over his heart, and then he moves forward to kiss you. His other hand holds your face, and when you pull back, his eyes are almost closed, yet he’s still looking at you with apparent fondness. He repeats it.

“I love you.”

Word Count: 2939

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[happilykrispypirate]

Ok so i dont know if your taking requests but if you are i have one

So like basically just one about how mattheo likes the reader but they are dating draco

Thia is also mu first time writing a request so sorry its not in better detail

Untouchable

Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Some angst, swearing and my shitty writing.

A/n: Thank you for requesting! I've been waiting for one for so long. It kinda sad. Anyways, this'll be my very first Gender Neutral post so if I mess something up or leave something out, let me know, cuz I don't edit my stuff.

Also, I made two endings to this, only because it is so short. So first one is where Mattheo moves on and second one is when they get together. Just read the one that fits your mood :P

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Mattheo watched as someone he swore was the love of his life, hold Draco Malfoy's hand.

Why does it have to be that blonde daddy's boy?

He was there first. He was the one who held their hand when they walked down the corridors.

Oh for fuck sakes, Mattheo! You fucked it up!

Mattheo was the one that never confessed to Y/n L/n before they got together with Draco. They confessed! To him! And what did he do?

Stare at them like a fucking idiot.

"Oh yeah, like you totally didn't just almost trip and fall as you were walking into the common room," Y/n laughed looking over at Pansy.

"Shut the fuck up," Pansy grumbled causing them to laugh even more.

Mattheo glared as Y/n sat in between Draco's legs on the floor (get your mind outta the gutter, please get mine too!).

His hands were placed on their shoulders and he was gently massaging them.

That should be me.

Mattheo's death stares didn't go unnoticed, because it wasn't long before Enzo and Theo pulled him out of the common room and into the hallway.

"You have got to stop," Enzo said, "They are happy with Draco, okay? You stared at them like a fucking idiot, when they confessed to you and now they've moved on, but you have to as well."

"I know, alright! I just can't help it. I love them. I fucked up. I wanted to tell them I loved them too, but I froze," Mattheo said.

"You froze a bit too long. They're untouchable now," Theo said.

- Sad Ending -

Mattheo had to make peace with Y/n not liking him. It was hard, but he had to.

It took him a while to become unbothered by their constant pda.

It took him a while not to stare at them during class.

However, he did it. He had to...

Y/n started noticing Mattheo acting differently. He started keeping distance between them.

Not in a literal way, he just didn't do certain things anymore.

He didn't make sure they were alright every two seconds.

He didn't even look at them anymore. Almost no eye contact.

Then they saw it...

Mattheo holding someone's hand as they walked down the hallway passed them and Draco.

Fuck, I messed up.

"Oh fuck," Draco said as he saw Mattheo.

"Yeah," Y/n sighed.

"The plan didn't work..."

(Oohh twistyyy)

- Happy Ending -

"You froze a bit too long. They're untouchable now," Theo said.

Mattheo sighed, he knew they were, but he is a Riddle, and he won't give up that fucking easily

"Fuck it," Mattheo said as he stormed back into the common room, over to Y/n and Draco and pulled them up their arms and out of the common room.

"Mattheo, what the hell?" Y/n asked.

"No, don't what the hell me. The last few weeks you have put me through hell. First you tell me you love me, then you go and date fucking Draco Malfoy of all people. Really? Him? My fucking cousin? That motherfucker? You really got some nerve- Why the fuck are you laughing?" Mattheo stopped as soon as he saw them laughing.

"Oh, this is priceless," They said still laughing.

"What's so funny? This is not funny."

"No it's not funny, it's fucking hilarious," They said, "Draco and I are not dating. Well not for real anyway. We made a deal. We use each other to make someone jealous. He makes Astoria jealous with me, and I make you jealous with him. It obviously worked."

Mattheo stared at them in shock, "So," He said after a few moments, "You still love me? And you just wanted to make me jealous?"

"Yes dummy!" They said, "That's what I just was wasn- hmphf."

Mattheo smashed his lips on theirs, stopping them mid sentence. Y/n leaned into the kiss, a warm feeling spreading across both their bodies.

"I'm going to fucking kill you one day," Mattheo said causing them to giggle.

"You love me," They said.

"Yes, I do love you," He said before pulling them back in for another kiss.

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[peterparkeeperer]

enchanting (Draco x reader)

There had been something extra ravishing about Draco recently. They didn’t know what it was, but their eyes had been hopelessly drawn to his long piano fingers and the slope of his waist between his pants and tucked in dress shirt for days now.

He’d probably noticed, as y/n was anything but subtle. They didn’t even try to be. They were usually a good student, having to focus solely on the professors speaking as to not get distracted (as they easily tended to be if they didn’t put effort into concentrating) but now they shamelessly sat turned to their partner as he wrote down notes with his rather expensive looking quill.

“What?”

He whispered to them harshly, before noting a quick dot at his paper and turning to them.

“What?”

They whispered softly, a grin tugging at their lips.

“You keep staring at me as if I’m some dog.”

Draco in a collar, they mused. Absolutely unheard of, but the image managed to send heat barrelling through their stomach.

They said nothing at first, instead inching a hand forward to smooth down a pale piece of hair that was falling out of place. Draco might’ve leaned away from this public affection, but they happened to be sitting in the very back. So he only sat still and let himself be coddled.

“Nothing, you just look very enchanting.”

Their hand, done from smoothing back his hair, trailed down the length of his jaw. He shivered. Either from the touch or the indescribable look in their eye. Or both.

“‘Enchanting’? Are you sick?”

They smiled, before turning back to their own quill and picking it up.

“What was it we were supposed to write about? Dragons?”

Draco spoke absentmindedly, “goblins.”

-

It continued, but it got worse. Y/n was beginning to wonder if they had some sort of werewolf gene, as they were acting rather animalistic.

They couldn’t help it. The protectiveness was strong. They sat next to Draco whenever they could, had a hand on his lower back whenever they were walking.

It didn’t stop. He still looked gorgeous. They were beginning to wonder if someone was spiking their food with love potion: but that wasn’t possible.

Why was no one else staring at him constantly? At this beautiful star of a boy who’s beauty clashed with every flower and mythological creature meant to lure people with their looks?

It didn’t matter what he was doing. When he was writing he looked so endearingly thoughtful, when he ate they felt nothing but satisfaction at the thought of him being nourished.

It hit a wall one afternoon when someone was actually looking. Pansy. She wasn’t competition by any means, Draco and y/n were in a committed relationship and communicated well enough, but they way she looked at him like he would ever look back, like he didn’t belong to someone…y/n grabbed dracos arm.

“I need you for something, come.”

He sneered, annoyed at being pulled away in the middle of conversation.

“Alright, you don’t need to rip my arm off.”

Y/n looked around subtly, still having a steel grip on dracos arm despite his tugging, before they entered a broom closet.

“What’s wrong with you?”

They smashed their lips together, hands immediately grabbing onto that cursed waist.

“How are you this gorgeous?”

“I..gorgeous?”

He was astounded. Never had he been treated like this. He had always been expected to be the man, to open doors and take the lead, but it was non existent here. Y/n handled him like he was something delicate, like he was some sort of girl.

“I’m not a girl, you know.”

They knew what he was referring to immediately, and the glint in their eye and the hand on the rim of his pants said ‘oh, I know very well.’

“No, you’re not. But can’t I treat you like something precious? Because you are.”

They looked down on him, a hand coming to his cheek, not much unlike how it had days ago in class. The look in their eyes wasn’t indescribable now. It was patient, adoring. Amused, and devoted. It was a lot.

He felt lost for words, swallowed, and their eyes caught the movement like a shark in love with a particularly small fish.

“I haven’t been able to concentrate.”

They said, and slowly pressed wet kisses to his pale swan neck. He trembled, but snorted to the best of his nervous ability.

“Have you ever?”

They tugged at his waist in tease. “That’s not the point,” they stopped by his ear, breath low and hot, “I love you, more than anything. I love everything you do. I wish I could…crawl inside you and live there forever.”

Draco shivered, and the heat in his gut was making him dizzy, “you sound crazy. Demented.”

“Only for you, my love. Only for you.”

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[hp-hcs]

😜💖 friendship is magic 😌✨ (Chapter Four of The Doll) — slytherin boys x gn! ‘the boy’ (2016)! reader

❕new addition of Regulus Black❕

tws: dolls, obviously; reader referred to as ‘it’ (presumed inanimate); mentions of past child character death(s); mentions of a house fire—implied arson; violence; & murder

based entirely off of the 2016 film ‘the boy’. just slow plot shit this chapter, i’m afraid

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Determined to find the source of the leak, Blaise tromps back out to the hall to find wherever the L/Ns stashed their pole hook to open the attic. Tucked away in a dusty corner is where Blaise finds it, and he carries it back into Y/N’s room with a pleased expression.

This was going to be a piece of cake. If Blaise could find the leak and patch it up, maybe the L/Ns would put in a good word with the courts and shorten their sentences. Or his, anyway.

Slowly raising the pole hook up towards the ring handing from the attic ladder, Blaise missed multiple times, the ring bouncing off of the hook.

“Hey.”

“Holy fucking-” Blaise startles and drops the pole hook, taking a step back. The figure standing in the doorway of Y/N’s room waves awkwardly.

“Sorry- I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Regulus? Er- Regulus Black? I’m the grocery boy for the L/Ns.” He trails off, motioning to the milk crate he held against one hip that was practically overflowing with produce and wrapped butcher’s packages.

“Oh! Yes, yeah, sorry. Uh, house just has me on edge is all,” Blaise rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Do you need help with the groceries?”

Regulus’ eyebrows raise and he smiles. “That would be fantastic, actually,” he turns on his heel, already starting down the stairs.

Blaise has to jog to catch up, following the spry boy ahead of him down to the kitchen. Regulus is maybe a year younger than him, but has far too much energy for five in the morning.

“So why are you lot here? The L/Ns aren’t exactly known for their warmth and welcoming-ness. If you’ll excuse my bluntness, they don’t really have a propensity for entertaining guests.”

“They’re on vacation. Uh, we’re here as part of a…community service punishment,” he winces as he skates around the truth.

“Ah, nice,” Regulus seems unruffled as he puts away a carton of eggs. “What are they making you do? House-sitting?”

“Uh, babysitting.”

Regulus hums. “Ah, really? They didn’t take Y/N with them? That’s pretty surprising.”

Blaise startles. “Please tell me you don’t also think it’s…”

“Alive? ‘Course not. But it’s better to just humor them. Mrs. L/N gets awfully upset if you mention anything about it being inanimate, and this job pays too well for me to want to piss off my employers.”

Blaise laughs. “That’s fair. So…was there really an Y/N? Like, an actual one?”

Regulus nods, handing him a stack of cans and motioning towards the cabinet they belonged in. “Mhm. We were never allowed to play with them when we were kids. My older brother always called them freakish. And Mr. L/N only ever described them—the one time I asked, back when I very first started working for them—as odd.”

Blaise pauses halfway through stacking apples in the fruit bowl. “You knew them? Like, you were the same age?”

“They were a year or two older than me, but yeah,” Regulus accepts the mug of coffee Blaise offers with a quiet thanks, sitting down with him at the kitchen table.

“Anyway, story goes that they were playing out in the woods with Brahms—he was their only friend, that I know of—and they got in an argument or something… Mr. Heelshire—that’s Brahms’ dad—found ‘im by the river, skull all smashed up. The police chief wanted to question Y/N, you know, just to cover all the bases, but nobody could find ‘em and then-”

Regulus makes a fwoosh noise, setting down his mug to spread his hands out as if to imitate an dramatic explosion.

“Boom! The L/Ns’ house completely burned down. The only person inside? Y/N L/N.”

Regulus takes a sip of his coffee before speaking again. “Look, I’m not saying they’re connected, but…”

Blaise shivers, cracking his knuckles anxiously. “How long ago was this?”

“Oh, a while. Happened when I was real young. I think Y/N was…eight or nine. Should be just about a decade since then.”

“So why the doll?”

“Nobody knows,” Regulus shrugs. “They rebuilt the house after the fire, and then the doll just showed up one day. It’s creepy as fuck, I’m aware.”

“Just a bit,” Blaise drawls.

Regulus laughs. “You seem cool, man. D’you wanna come hang out with me sometime? I could take you to the good restaurants in town for like, lunch or something. Lord knows you gotta get outta this house.”

“Sounds great,” Blaise grins. “Would be nice to hang out with literally anyone other than those guys. I love ‘em, but y’know.”

“Well, if you’re not busy, how ‘bout today? There’s this awesome old-school diner that makes the best onion rings-”

Regulus chatters on, promising to pick Blaise up at noon for lunch. Blaise smiles, actually smiles, and tells him he can’t wait. After walking him out to his car, Regulus calls from the window, in a sing-song voice,

“See you soon, Blaisey-Waisey!”

Merlin, he’d get along great with Pansy, Blaise muses as he walks back towards the house.

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[zwolfgames]

Yandere Draco Malfoy x reader (Part 1)

Requested by: /

Warnings: None yet.

Not yandere yet, this is a part one.

parts: Part 2 , Part 3

(3rd person POV)

Potions, always goddamm potions.

Yea, you hated the subject with a burning passion, as did many of your peers. Who could blame you when the teacher was such a greasy haired git.

You've had to suffer professor Snape's tyrany since you were eleven. But this, this is the last straw.

"Hello? Earth to who-ever you are. Atleast move."

Some annoying, grating voice whined in your ear.

Draco Malfoy, your potions partner for this year. He didn't seen happy with you either, as you're not one of his pure-blooded slaves.

"..Sorry." You sigh silently, did you want to punch him? Yes, but his dads Lucius Malfoy, so unless you wanted your parents to go bankrupt, you'd shut up.

Malfoy scoffs and pushes you aside so he can reach some random worm like ingredient.

You retreat back to your spot at the cutting board and cut up the root infront of you like the instructions said. As much as you hate the Slytherin you're working with, he knows what he's doing. Probably the only upside of this arrangement: good grades.

"Not that small. Gods you're useless." Malfoy grits his teeth and takes the knife away from you. He reminds you a bit of your friends' mean mother. So controlling and arrogant.

"They're as big as the instructions say." You almost scoff but you keep in a nasty scowl as to not anger mister blondie.

"The instructions are wrong. I've made this potion before, it's better if the roots are in bigger pieces." Malfoy lectures absentmindly and starts anew. At this point you'd just let him do everything since you do it wrong anyways.

But no, he'd tell you off and call you names. So what does he want you to do? You don't know. He doesn't want you to do anything but you also can't do nothing. At this point you should just drink the unfinished potion and see if thats alright for him.

The potions class ticks by incredibly slow. Due to not wanting to piss Malfoy off, you end up being the one who just has to hand him stuff and wash the used lab materials. Utterly boring, but oh well.

You don't think you're going to last a week more with him before you get mad and let loose all the damm insults you've carefully crafted.

But would it be worth it to endure years of bullying just to smack that smug grin off of his face? Yes. Yes it would.

But no! Don't doom yourself now, potions class is only for... Another hour. Okay yea, you're not making it trough this one.

"L/N, spoon." Malfoy orders and holds his pale hand out for a spoon you're supposed to hand him.

"It's next to you." You answer plainly. Not wanting your irritation to show.

"I didn't ask for words, I asked for the spoon." Malfoy snarls, as a 'last warning'.

"It's next to you."

You repeat calmly. This bossy Slytherin turns his head around in such a quick snap you almost feared he'd broken something.

You facial expression remains neutral, while on the inside, you're screaming at yourself to jump out of the window.

"The. Spoon." Malfoy hisses angrilly.

"It's. Next. To. You." You mimick him, done with this absolute shit.

"My father will-"

"Hear about this. We know Malfoy." The dude in the group next to you speaks. Neat, people who're not against you.

Malfoys eye twitches a bit before he glares at you with cold grey eyes.

He finally grabs the spoon himself and stirs the potion at a pace wich, to your knowladge, is way too fast for this potion.

A minute later, you were proven absolutly correct as the dark blue goo explodes and douses you, Malfoy and some neighbouring students under the hot slushie of grossness.

You hear multiple sounds of distaste around you, tough your vision is mostly obscured by the goo you refuse to let enter you eyes.

"Who did this?!" You hear a loud and angry voice... and theres the worst part of the day, Snape's wrath.

"Malfoy did!" Some brave student pipes up. Poor soul, thats the last you'd ever hear of her this class.

The blonde lets out an audible snarl of rage as he's tattletailed on. Hopefully he also has goo in his eyes, so that he won't be able to see who snitched.

"Malfoy, five points from Slytherin." Snape ends this quickly and sends all the damaged students off to the closest lavatorys to wash up.

You walk half blindly trough the hallways in search of a lavatory. A hand on the top of your back seems to be leading you, you haven't a clue who it is but you mumble a quick 'thank you'.

You reach a lavatory with the help of the mystery person and wash up. Tough when you're done washing the gunk out of your face alone, they're already gone... a shame.

As such, weeks go by of Hogwarts lessons. Malfoy's still a bitch, but that was expected, atleast it's only in potions class...

So it is to your dear surprise when the blonde himself comes up to you in the hall.

"L/N. When do you want to make that potions paper? I don't like making things last minute." Draco scoffs as he stands before you with his arms crossed.

You didn't have a problem with making things last minute. But bratty mac brat face did, ofcourse.

"I'm free now, if thats fine." You sigh and get mentally ready for this study session if he said yes.

"Great. Library." Draco organizes chastely and walks past you towards the library. Unfortunatly, trough a less popular part of the. Now, if he were to stick a wand up your nose you'd have no witnesses...

Tough, all goes well, Draco seems to actually just want to get this done. So you two silently walk to the slightly dark hallway.

You hear him sigh as you two walk, you're a bit on edge, yes. You've heard about Malfoy's urges to hex people.

Nothing happens... he just keeps walking.

That is untill you hear a creak from up above and a nasty metal sound.

You body reacted before you even knew.

You jumped at Draco like some kind of tiger and rolled onto the floor with him as the chandelier you two were under had crashed where he had just stood.

You blink rapidly to get the dust out of your eyes and stare at what could have been both of your dooms.

Draco coughs up some dust and focusses his gaze onto the chandelier just before he was about to insult you for pushing him.

"Did you do that-" You two asked in sinc.

Draco sighs as he realizes you have no clue either.

You get up and pull the blonde up with you. A lame 'thanks' comes out of his mouth as a mumble.

"So... You know, like who did that?" You look on at the chandelier in shock, your life had just flashed before your eyes.

"Maybe it was a coincidence?" Draco suggests. You side glare at him.

"Obviously not. Everyone hates you, someone must have tried killing you." You sneer now, realising you just risked your life to save him.

"Hate me? I'm the most popular boy in this school- outside of Potter- But my word still stands!" Draco protests. Glaring at you with cold grey eyes.

"You're a loud mouthed, insulting git. But sure, if thats how you wanna be know, do continue." You furrow your brows.

"Excuse me?! You could be a bit nicer after saving my life-" Draco stops mid sentance as he realises it himself.

"You... saved my life? Why?" Draco's voice gets quiter.

"Honestly, I don't know. I just did." You shrug, not wanting to make as big of a deal of it as it truly was.

"... Thank you. Y/N." Draco speaks, full on eye contact.

You've never heard him say your name... first name at that, in such a.. non mocking manner.

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrasment.

"No problem... Let's go report this to a trusted adult." You brush off and start walking.

"Trusted adult? Really?" Draco snickers in amusement at your words and behavior. It's like your little life saving action opened his eyes.

You weren't incompetent anymore. No longer an annoyance. You were just.. Y/N L/N.

"Well I can't say teacher, theres a lot of teachers I ouldn't even trust to hold my pen." You scoff. Draco perks up in curiosity and walks next to you.

"Spill." He muses simply. Looking at you from the side.

"Obviously Filch. Snape, just because he seems to hate me. Umbridge, it explains itself. Dumbledore, don't ask, its a personal grudge." You roll your eyes and Draco nods, amused.

"Fair enough. So who are we telling?" He asks you as you two walk down the halls. Now on edge as the one trying to murder you both may be around.

"Uh... How about McGonnagall? Or maybe Sprout. I'm sure they'll care." You answer and keep walking. Draco nods along. Wow, this is the first time you two must have agreed on something.

You two end up finding proffesor Sprout's office first. Draco takes the lead in explaining the events and your houses both get five points... for not dying you suppose. Or maybe not being as stupid as Harry Potter and his squad and actually telling a teacher whats going on.

As you'd expected, the woman instructed you two to go to your dorms for the night, dinner would be in seperate houses as the school would be inspecting for the evening.

You and Draco parted ways, tough you could see the reluctance in the blonde's eyes as you were about to walk away.

So with a deep sigh you walked him to the Slytherin dungeons entrance and walked back on your own from there.

This one shot was way too long for me to finish in one writing session, so it's getting split. Woops.

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[mattheos-whore]

Thighs

Y/n: "What are you doing?"

Mattheo: "laying down"

Y/n: "You're laying down on my thighs"

Mattheo: "They're soft"

Y/n: "so they're not pillows"

Mattheo: "they are to me"

Y/n: "I hate you"

Draco: "So do I

Y/n: "SHUT UP DRACO"

Draco: "NO"

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