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stolen midnights in empty corridors | 1

summary: you and draco have been at each other's throats ever since first year. You would rather die that be involve with the likes of him. But one night changes everything. How did it come to throwing each other raging shouts to hidden pleasant whispers in empty corridors

pairings: draco malfoy x fem!gryffindor reader

this is my first draco fic omg, please let me know what you think!

You stupid bloody git, I will kill you!" you shouted angrily at the blond boy in front of you. He was laughing off with his stupid goons while you stand across them with your fists close, ready to attack.

"What will you do, Elrod? Throw a book at me again? That's scary..." he taunted. You did pick the thickest book you had from your bag and chucked it to him. Shame that it did not land on his face.

"If you lay your bloody hands on my cat one more time, Malfoy. I swear to Godric's name I'll snap your neck in your sleep!" you lowered your pride and walked towards him to get your book from the floor beside him.

But, of course, he does not let you off easy. He put his right foot over your book. You looked up and glared at him.

"Remove your foot on my book, Malfoy." this boy was really testing your patience. You gritted your teeth and tried to remove your book under his shoe, but to no success.

"Fucking kiss my shoe then," he squinted his eyes at you, provoking you.

You take a deep breath and stand up. He was pretty tall so you had to look up and stare at his piercing grey eyes. It was a shame how pretty he was (even though it's disgusting you had to say he's pretty) but he had a rotten attitude.

Students were already passing by, going to there respective classes. You are going to be late to Professor Snape's Potions Class if Malfoy and his goons continue to taunt you.

You had to so something. And so you did.

You punched him straight to his face, particularly his right cheek. He yelped from the impact and Crabbe and Goyle had to grab both of his arms for him not to stumble down. Pansy gasped and tried to attack you but you dodged by bowing down to get your book and walking away,

"Fucking kiss my fist then, Malfoy."

It's been four years ever since you entered Hogwarts School. You've been sorted under Gryffindor, because of your bravery and courage, as what the Sorting Hat said. You've met Hermione on the Hogwarts Express train and learned that she's also Muggle-born like you. Ron and Harry also became your friends the second day Hermione introduces you to them.

Draco Malfoy hated your group. He had this continuing rage with Harry, unstoppable insults towards Ron, and his hurtful comments to you and Hermione being a Muggle-born. You've been used to it. The insults, the comments.

But turned second year when he was suddenly targeting you whenever you're alone. He'd have Crabbe and Goyle pull your hair, Parkinson (bloody ugly girl who fancies Malfoy, who in their right mind fancies an evil boy like him?) tripping you and all the likes. You do stand up for yourself, even your friends defend you, but then they continue to be more than you can handle.

There was one time where Malfoy spelled your hair turning it into green (a color which you hate the most) and you had to endure it for two weeks straight (but then you had your revenge by turning his hair pink, suits him right).

There was another time where he had to trip you while you're holding your cauldron, it was not a good sight to see. Putting a frog spell in your bag, which you cried about continuously for a day because you hated frogs. (no offense to Neville Longbottom's toad). He always gets in your nerves. You've always thought about going home and stop going to Hogwarts but you won't give him that satisfaction, no, never.

You've endured his wicked ways towards you and your friends. You've never been physical with him, until now.

He had the audacity to hide your familiar cat, Wisdom, at the roof of the Astronomy tower. Wisdom is scared of heights. You had to look for her and skip your classes because although she comes immediately when you call for her, that afternoon she was nowhere to be found.

You never thought Malfoy was to blame. But when you saw him laughing at you when you were calling for Wisdom, you had to really stop him. So when students who saw Malfoy putting Wisdom at the roof of Astronomy tower, you tended to her first. Then confronted Malfoy, thus his now bloody face.

"Miss Y/N Elrod, you're late," Snape tutted. You swallowed the lump in your throat and muttered your apology. You stride towards your seat beside Neville.

"Where were you?" he whispered. You just gave him a sheepish smile.

"Malfoy." you answered and you saw how he understood why and how he was sorry you had to go through something again involving Malfoy. That idiot. He's never gonna stop is he?

You looked in front and see that Snape's still glaring at you.

"If you have time to talk after being late, Miss Elrod, then maybe you wouldn't mind if I take off five points from Gryffindor, no?"

"No, that's--"

"Five points from Gryffindor." he said with finality and you heard your Gryffindor classmates groan. "And now.."

Snape was cut off from what he was about to say when Malfoy and his goons went inside. You observed and waited for Snape to snap at them and take off points from Slytherin but he never did. He just glared at them.

"Professor, aren't you gonna take off points from them?" You had to slap yourself mentally from talking out loud.

You saw Malfoy smirked and took a seat two rows from you.

"I'm sure Mr. Malfoy has important business to attend to, now..."

"What if I had some important business to attend to also?" you sense your classmates, especially the Gryffindor ones, glaring at you. You really need to stop talking.

"Are you gonna let me teach this class or am I going to take fifty points from your house as you keep questioning me, Miss Elrod?" You can hear Snape's patience towards you running out.

"You can go on, Professor."

"I thought so."

"Merlin's beard, what happened you your hands?" Hermione asked as soon as the four of you gathered in the Great Hall to eat your dinner. "What happened?"

You inspect your knuckles, you removed the stains of blood earlier so now there was just a bruise and a small cut left. You stroke your hand and flick your wrist to lessen the pain that your hand was feeling.

You were about to answer when Ron beat you to it.

"I think Malfoy happened," he jutted his chin towards the entrance and the four of you looked at the direction he was looking to. "Bloody hell, Y/N. You threw in a good punch."

Your eyes glide at Malfoy's face. He has his hand holding an ice against his right eye. When he removed his hand, you see a purple bruise forming on his cheek. He catches your stare and glared at you.

He moves swiftly to your spot and pointed at your face.

"My father will hear about this, Elrod! You fucking mudblood!" he yelled.

You were about to answer back but he grabs your collar with both of his hands and you were face to face with him.

Your eyes were wide from the shock, you can fee Harry and Hermione's hand grabbing you from the back but Malfoy's grip on your collar was tight and it slows down your breath a bit.

"Malfoy, stop it!"

"Drop it, Malfoy! You deserve her fist!"

"Let go of Y/N, Malfoy!"

You were already catching your breath with small gasps while you and Malfoy both held a glaring contest. His icy grey eyes piercing through your soul. You can see his face up close. Smell his breath which scents off mint and green apples probably from his breakfast earlier.

"You. fucking. mudblood. You will pay for this." he snarled tightening his grip on your collar.

That snapped you back to reality and you slapped him hard but that didn't remove his fingers on you.

"Let me go, Malfoy!" you cried. You pushed him back hard and throw punches on his chest.

You see Harry going in between you and Malfoy and tried removing his hold from you.

"Malfoy, you arsehole, let me go! Or I swear to Godric, I will cut your hands!" you shouted at his face. Students were already surrounding you but some are just watching.

They're use to this kind of scenes, but it was the first time Malfoy got close to you and did you like this.

He pushed you back so you stumbled your ass on the floor. You held yourself up with your hands and glared at him through your teary eyes You adjusted your collar and coughed to take in some air.

"Godric, Malfoy! You nearly killed her!" Harry shouted.

Hermione and Ron went to my side and stood me up. My eyes never left Malfoy's. I'm so angry. But also I'm shocked and scared with what happened. It's the first time he's done this.

"Then you should've let me," Malfoy's voice dripped with venom. Crabbe and Goyle were also shocked, Pansy was staring at him with also surprise in her features. "I'll make you pay for punching me on the face, Elrod."

And he left.

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slytherin-girly · 1 year

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You are so dead/A Draco Malfoy one-shot

House: gryffindor 🦁

Blood: muggle

Year:5th

Warning: swear words(if you aren't comfortable with the use of swear words you don't have to read this) :)

|This one sucks|

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"You mudblood!"

"Idiot!"

"Bitch!"

"Asshole!"

"Slvt!"

"You asshole ferret!" I shouted, I was currently having a shouting match with the one and only, draco malfoy aka ferret boy

But this however is daily, the shouting thing

"Ferret?! You filthy little-"

"Mr Malfoy, ms L/n, please stop this immediately!" Yelled one of the professors, we stopped and once he walked away we tried to punch each other

"Y/n! He's not worth it!" Yelled Ron, both him, Hermione, and harry trying to restrain me from giving him a nasty punch right in the face

Blaise and surprisingly Parkinson was trying to restrain him too

"Mate, let it go" blaise said trying to pull draco away

"Jeez, and I thought potter and draco hated each other a lot- oh- come- on!" Parkinson yelled trying to pull him away

"This will be probably- the first- and last- time- I will ever- agree with- you- y/n let it go!" Hermione yelled, also agreeing with pansy

"I will if he does! He started it!" I snapped

"No! She did!"

"You called me a mudblood first you little ferret! Let me at him!" I shouted

"Jeez you two act like an old married couple" muttered ron, a little too loudly

I stopped and looked back at him

"Uhm- hi?" He said letting me go and taking a few steps back

"And I reckon that Ron has about five seconds before he faces death" said Hermione sighing

"Ronald weasley!" I shouted

"You're in for in ron" said harry also letting go

"I'll be back for you!" I said turning to Malfoy," ronald weasley you have a five second head start!" I shouted

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Four!"

"And five! Ron you are so dead!" I shouted chasing after him

"You weren't meant to hear that! I forgot how good of hearing you had!" He shouts back screaming as he was running into gryffindor tower heading up to his dorm, lucky for him, fred and george grabbed me so he could get away

"Hey!"

"Well hello little one" fred said

"Trying to kill our brother aren't you" said George

"Well of fucking course I am" they chuckled

"We still need our brother little one so don't kill him"

"Yet." George finished

"I'm not little you two are just tall" they chuckled again

I turned back

"I swear I WILL GET YOU BACK FOR THAT RONALD!" I yelled over their shoulders making our way back to find hermione and harry, maybe if I find Malfoy I could punch him along the way

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We were making our way into the great hall for dinner, ron had decided to come out of hiding

"Ms l/n were you trying to kill mr wealsey yet again?" Dumbledore asked me jokingly

"I would.. but I can't kill my best friend... or can I.." i said the last part quieter

Dumbledore chuckled and told us to go to dinner

We all sat in our usual spots

"You are.. a demon!" Said ron

"Am not! I'm an angel now! Since the devil kicked me out of hell" I said back in a sassy way

"That's right y/n!" Said fred and george giving me a high five

"You-" ron started but I cut him off

"Dont make me say it"

"You wouldn't"

"Oh yes I would, hermione, ron has-"

"Dont you dare finish that sentence!"

"Say it!" Fred and george said in unison smirking evily

"Ron has liked you since first year hermione" I said trying to hold in my laugh

"You are literally a demon!" He shouted turning red

"Am not!"

"But I know something too"

"And what would that be"

"That you like-"

"Ron do you honestly have a death wish?! She already tried to kill you today!" Harry shouted

"I wouldn't say that unless you have a death wish brother" said george

"I agree george" said fred

He shrugged it off,"I know you like Malfoy and he likes you.." he said

"You are evil! You should be lucky if I don't kill you in your sleep Ronald weasley!" He gulped probably rethinking all of his last choices thinking about how he should spend his last hours in this world

"How is she not in slytherin?" Harry asked

"Wanna say that again" I glared at him

"Anyway, what does it matter.. he hates my guts.."

"I- i- just guessed that but okay.." ron said awkwardly

"I just don't understand why you are so oblivious!" Hermione sighed, and ron groaned

"Will you stop groaning Ronald!" Hermione sighed

"Will you stop sighing hermione!" He mocked her, then she wacked in on the head with a book

~~~next morning~~~

"Potions, and potions then free period right" I said

"With the slytherins as always" hermione sighed

"Will you stop sighing hermione!" Ron said remembering yesterday

"I'm tired of them" I said yawning

"Malfoy too?" Ron smirked and harry chuckled

"Do you two want to live a little longer?" I asked

They gulped and nodded

"Then shut up and let's go"

~~~after potions~~~

I sighed walking out of the classroom and then I saw Malfoy and his goons coming towards us

"Oh how lovely" I muttered

"Try not to kill anyone y/n" hermione whispered

"No promises"

"Well, look how it, we have scarhead, weaselbe, and mudbloods"malfoy smirked

"Shut up already!" I shouted

"Don't talk to me like that!" He shouted

"You talk too much!" I yelled

"Mublood."

"Asshole." I said getting angrier by the second

"Wh0re!" He yelled

"Bitch!"

"You mudblood! Shut the fuck up already!" He yelled

This place about to blow

"You ferret! Spoiled rotten daddy's boy!"I shouted at him again

"And you're a slvt! Dating every weasley and probably scarhead too! Slvt!" He shouted louder

"Don't even try! Go! You are so dead!" I yelled motioning for my friends to go

I walked up to him, "what the actually fuck is wrong with you!" I yelled

He grabbed my wrist and smirked

"You may be a mudblood but no one else's blood as pure as mine will ensure that your children won't be muggles" he said he leaned in and kissed me passionately

"I happen to love you and hate you at the same time" I said after we pulled away

"I love you too"

"Ron you owe us 19 galleons" I heard the twins whisper

"But I'm broke!" He whisper yelled

"20 galleons then," the twins said

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fanfics4all · 4 months

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Muggle Magic

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Word count: 706

Warnings: Nothing!

Y/N: Your Name

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The snow had finally stopped falling and I was so excited. I had been watching from the window of my room the whole time. I’ve been waiting for it to stop so I could finally show Draco my favorite thing to do in the muggle world. I rushed out of my dorm and out to the dungeons to get Draco. I knocked on the Slytherin door and waited for someone to pop out. A first year Slytherin opened the door and looked at me with a smile. All the younger Slytherins loved me because ever since Draco and I started dating he doesn’t pick on them as much.

“Y/N! Are you looking for Malfoy?” The young boy asked and I nodded.

“Is he in?” I asked and the boy nodded then rushed off. I waited outside and soon enough Draco stepped out of the doorway.

“Hey love, what are you doing here?” He asked.

“It stopped snowing.” I said and he looked at me confused.

“Okay?” He asked and I giggled.

“That means we can go sledding!” I said with a huge smile. Draco sighed and shook his head.

“Must we?” He asked and I nodded.

“Go get your warm clothes on and meet me in the court yard.” I said and pecked his cheek. I didn’t even wait for him to respond before running back off to my dorm to change myself.

It wasn’t long before Draco came walking up to me, dressed all nice and warm. I took his hand and held my slay in the other. He looked at it a bit confused, but I just pulled him along. The two of us trudged up a snowy hill, dragging the wooden slay behind me. Once we made it to the top I looked out at the view of Hogwars.

“Isn’t it just beautiful, Dray?” I asked with a happy sigh. Draco looked around and shrugged.

“It’s Hogwarts, love, we’ve seen it for the past five years.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, but it looks much better with snow!” I said and he chuckled.

“You’ll say that about anything.” He said and I smiled.

“So what do we do now?” He asked. I smiled and took a seat on the sled. I patted the stop behind me and looked up at Draco.

“Get on, baby.” I said. He looked at me confused and looked down at the place I was patting.

“I sit on that?” He asked and I nodded. He sighed and took a seat behind me.

“Get ready for the best experience of your life!” I said. I turned back to the front and looked down at the hill.

“You should hold on.” I said. Draco quickly wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tightly.

“What are you about to do to me?” He asked, slight fear in his voice.

“Don’t worry, I’ll stear it as best I can, but it’s not easy. We should be fine.” I said with a slight shrug.

“Should be fine?” He asked and I looked over my shoulder at him.

“Here we go!” I said. I used my foot to push off and we started going down the hill. We slid down with a good amouth of speed and I cheered as Draco screamed. I laughed as the sled slid to a stop at the bottom of the hill. I leaned back into Draco and smiled up at him.

“See? Wasn’t that the most fun you’ve ever had?” I asked with the biggest smile. He smiled at me and gave me a small nod.

“It was a bit terrifying, why do muggles do such a thing?” He asked.

“Because it’s so fun! Can we go again?” I asked. He chuckled and shook his head with a smile.

“We can go as much as you want, love.” He said and my smile grew.

“Now we just have to walk back up the hill.” I said and he groaned.

“Can’t we just use magic to get back up?” He asked and I shook my head.

“Walking back up is part of the experience!” I said and he sighed.

“If you say so, love…” He said and we started up back the hill.

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qtssvnwoo · 1 year

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Secret-Draco Malfoy Part 2

a/n: After three months....THE SECOND PART IS HERE. I don’t give a fawk if this doesn’t match the plot, that’s not the focus here. anyways enjoy

word count: 1.2k

“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 too distant and lost in the wind.

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Draco thought back to this night continually, every night for the past month, the same scene playing through his head like a melody he couldn’t undo. He thought about his words, the way he acted and how treated you. At every thought he could feel his heart clench and his lungs swell, he couldn’t sleep and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to until he got you back.

He ran his fingers through his hair repeatedly, but not like how you had done it. With every touch you gave him, his body would be bound with electricity and a warming feeling running through his body. With you Draco felt free, with you Draco felt at ease and like he could let go and just be himself for once like he finally had a home.

You on the other hand seemed to be thriving. On the outside you stayed on course with all your studies, you stayed focused and managed to balance time between your friends, family, and school work perfectly, and even had time to do some of your favorite hobbies during breaks (which used to get occupied by sneaking around with Malfoy). Talk about Draco among your friends died down over time as you simply just ignored them, and the overwhelming feeling of flames burning in your chest every time the blonde’s name was mentioned.

At night, however, when it was just you, the moon, and your thoughts, you would sit up and wonder about him. How he was doing and if you truly were overeating. You would stay up and dream about the way he used to touch you. Whenever you two touched you felt the ground cave beneath your feet like the world had stopped moving. Whenever he kissed you, you only felt the shock of the kiss and the way he held your face. You couldn’t take the image of his perfect blonde hair and soft grey eyes out of your mind.

Both you and Draco stayed up staring at the moon and whispering to it all the little things you wish you would’ve said. Both you and Draco placed your hands over your hearts when laying quietly in bed, as to mimic how the others hand had felt there. Both you and Draco missed each other severely, but both your and Draco’s points of pride were not easily broken.

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You had no intention of talking or even looking at Draco, however, you found yourself glancing at him from time to time. You would see the bags underneath his eyes, his hair seemed flat and he always looked tired and caught up in his thoughts. This all changed, when one day, you glanced at Draco during class. You told yourself you weren’t going to look, but it was so tempting figuring how he sat in the row across from you. Your eyes grazed over to his general direction, and unfortunately for you, they stuck there.

Draco’s eyes were closed, his eyelids being glazed by the warm sun drifting in from the window. He breathed slowly and for a moment he looked at peace, the bags under his eyes seemed to soften and his features were not so tense. You missed holding him in your arms and seeing his sleeping face closer to you.

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Draco had no intention of talking to you either. Not because of pride, although that was partly the reason, he told himself that you would come to him if you truly felt the need. This was rooted in the fact that deep inside he was just scared of confronting you. But just like you his mind changed the day he saw you in the courtyard, by the fountain, reading the book he got you as a present for your birthday.

The sun grazed your face, lighting up your eyes as they scanned over the words. Your fingers gently slipped the pages over, and your cheeks rosy as you muzzled a laugh or held in a smile from the words written on the pages. Draco stared at you, just like how he stared at you the day that he had first seen you in second year.

The way your hair was tied up, and the way you smiled at him. You didn’t treat him like he was a Malfoy, you treated him as if he was Draco, and simply just Draco. Your Draco. Nothing more nothing less. He missed looking into those eyes and stroking your face with tenderness and care. He missed the feeling of your lips on his head as you hummed him a sweet melody.

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Sooner than later you both stomped down on your pride and swallowed the anxiety creeping in through your throats and decided that today was the day. Both you and Draco went around the castle looking for each other until you ran into each other in the courtyard, just like how you did the day he asked you on your first date.

Your head made a collision with his chest and your heart stopped. You looked up at him and knew that the time was now. You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked up at him.

“I was looking for you Malfoy.”

“How strange, I was looking for you too y/l/n.” He smiled down at you. And for a moment you felt at ease seeing the warm gaze you missed so dearly.

“Listen y/n, I-”

“I’m sorry Draco I should’ve been more patient with you and I just don’t know what came over me-”

“Y/n, no that’s not-”

“And hey listen I get it, your parents are scary, no offense.”

“None taken, but hey please listen-”

“And thinking over it, I totally understand why you would want to keep this discrete-”

The wind stopped blowing. You felt his hand snake around your waist as he pulled you into him and held your face with one hand. You felt the familiar feeling of shock rushing down your spine as your eyes widen at the fact that Draco Malfoy was kissing you in the middle of the courtyard.

People stopped and stared at the two of you as Draco pulled you closer as kissed you deeper but this time you didn’t care. You gripped the sides of his waist and kissed him back, longing for the feeling you had missed so deeply this past month. He pulled away too soon as he looked you in the eyes and smiled softly.

“You never knew how to let me talk did you?”

“You never stopped me like that.” You smiled at him as his gaze softened and you stepped up again to kiss him again.

You both knew that few words were exchanged but you were okay with that, and so we he. He loved you and you loved him. Actions were all you needed at this point and as the sun put a spotlight on you two in the middle of the courtyard as you two had finally had each other again and you knew other people knew too, and yet you were okay with that.

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thehalfbloodedwitch · 1 year

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Hi !! Hope you are doing well.

I want to ask this "He isn't as bad as I thought he would be"- Send me one or 2 prompts from this or this list + a character from my masterlist and I'll make a blurb on it! (limited) from your beautiful celebration. The prompt is 'I will be with you from dusk till dawn, I am right here', Character-Draco Malfoy

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Hi Nor! I'm doing great! Hope you're doing good as well! Really sorry took a lot of time to write this but hope you like it!

Empty Eyes (Blurb) (D.m. x reader)

Pairing- Draco x Femreader

Summary- The reader is hurt and betrayed by the one who was so close to her, but now when she sits alone in the park, someone comes and assures her that she isn't alone. | Angsty, Fluff

Warnings- friend betraying, cursing, that's pretty much it

Words- 1211 words

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The October breeze blew as you sat on the bench in your favorite park as reminisced the moment again and again which did nothing but bring tears to your eyes.

Your friend, Katie Silver, was like the other half of you, both of you had met at the Hogwarts Express on the first day and both of you knew you both were meant to be friends.

When you were sorted to Gryffindor and Silver was sorted to Slytherin, you both were disappointed but that soon was gone after you found a group of friends to talk to from your house, the Golden trio, and Silver found her group of friends from Slytherin, Pansy, Blaise, Draco, Theodore, and Lorenzo.

At almost every chance you both got, you would talk for hours and hours about classes, gossip, boys, dresses, and anything and everything. You both completed one another.

"Katie, I have something very very important to tell you, could I have a moment?" you asked Katie, who was sitting in the Great Hall with her Slytherin group.

The boys snickered and gave you dirty looks, you sighed and turned to Katie and she was opening her mouth to reply when a voice from your left spoke, "Yes Katie why don't you go and talk to your friend "

You turned to look at who the voice belonged to and saw a pair of grey icy eyes, who smiled at you, you were confused as to why did Draco Malfoy smile at you, after all, you were the best friend of the Golden Trio whom he loathed.

Katie glared at Draco before mouthing something to him and then she stood up and walked to you and said, "What is it Y/n?" to which you smiled at her and motioned her to follow you to a corner.

"I needed to talk to you about something very very personal Katie," you said as your eyes glistened, "YOu can tell me anything Y/n, I would never tell it to anyone" Katie replied while putting her hand on your shoulder, "I-I just recently found out that-that my parents are, merlin, they are death eaters and want me to join them," you said as you let out a sob.

"Oh my Merlin, Y/n," Katie said as she hugged you and rubbed your back soothing you, "I don't want you to think I am anything like them, I would never-" "I know Y/n, I know you," she said while smiling at you and wiping your tears.

"Thank you, Katie, I wanted to get this out of my chest and finally i have, I thought you would think-" "Oh shush now, I would never think anything low of you, you are my friend Y/n and I will love you no matter what"

That's what Katie promised, she would never think of you any low, but here you sat in the park in the muggle world where you used to be with Katei. She was more than any normal friend, she was a very special friend to you, you told her everything about you, but never did you question your trust in her.

Because as soon as you had told her about your problem within minutes the news spread around Hogwarts about your parents being death eaters, you knew the Golden Trio would never spread such vital and important news.

Students around Hogwarts now feared you, some even threatened you about handing your parents to the Ministry and all you could do was silently listen to them while your blood boil.

What a betrayal, is this how Katie would treat you for being her friend? After keeping all of her secrets safe she decided to spread yours like wildfire.

And now, you apparated to the only place you could think of spending time alone, you knew even though the Golden Trio tried to make you feel better they would never understand about being the daughter of two death eaters, about being the one betrayed by the one she most trusted.

The sound of leaves being crunched was heard near the bench where you sat, you knew it was Harry because only Harry knew this place in the muggle world as it was near his house, "Go away Harry, I don't want to talk right now" you said while trying not to cry.

"Well, I didn't know I looked like a raven-haired goose," a voice said, this voice was very familiar, "Malfoy?" you asked as a blonde-haired boy sat next to you on the bench with a black cardigan with his hands in the pockets.

"Oh, it's quite nice here actually, muggles didn't do that bad of a job in making this park," Draco said as he looked around the park, "Why are you here?" you asked, confused about the unfamiliar visit.

You both had barely talked to one another, maybe a few times here or there but never alone in a very different place.

"Y/n, I have come here to apologize, on behalf of Katie," he said, "Oh, has she sent you here for a sloppy apology? Well, tell her I don't care about her anymore," you said as tears filled your eyes.

"Do you even think this is something I can forgive her for? I trusted her and told her something that was very hard for me to tell her, and all she does is spread it to the whole damn school, you think I can forgive her?"

"Actually, she didn't send me here," Draco said as he looked at you with a tint of comfort in his eyes, "Y/n, I know how it feels to have parents who are, well, death eaters," Draco said as he looked down, ashamed of what he was about to say, "My parents are also-" "Death eaters?" you asked to which he nodded.

"I am so sorry about Katie, Y/n I don't think you deserve this, at all, you are one of the sweetest people I have ever met, you really don't deserve this at all" Draco said as he turned towards you.

"Why do you care about me Draco?" you asked, "Y/n, it's because I admire your compassion, I admire your faithfulness, and your courage, I actually wanted to be your friend when Katie told me about you, but you were friends with, the three idiots-" "They're my friends!" you cut him off while laughing.

"Thank you Draco, thank you really I needed someone to understand me right now," you said as you hugged him, this was the first time someone actually cared about you, someone who wanted you to be well and happy.

Draco wrapped his arm around your waist and held you tight, you could feel his warm embrace, feeling safe in it, and never let go.

"Always remember Y/n, I will be with you from dusk till dawn, I'm right here if you ever want to talk," Draco said as he took his hand and soothed your hair.

"Ha, I knew Malfoy had a thing for her!" Ron whispered from behind a bush where the trio was hiding, "Shut up Ronald, they're indeed cute together" Hermione whispered and Harry said, "I think our job is already done by that blondie, let's go back?" to which the other two nodded and smiled.

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hi!! could u do one where reader and draco go from enemies to lovers 🥺 like they hated each other but slowly aft being put tgt in the same classes they slowly fall in love but they’re too scared to tell each other how they feel until harry [ reader’s bestf ] tells draco how the reader feels

pairing: gryffindor!reader x draco malfoy

one shot: yes

requested: yes

a/n: hope you enjoy it, luv! sorry for the delay

title: little devil's gryffin

“no, not again!”

y/n pretended she didn't hear Draco moaning, and silently (with judgy eyes) collected her things and headed to his table. there was no point in complaining to Professor Snape about sitting places and who she'd instead prefer to work with, but apparently, Draco did not know that.

“hello, evil incarnated,” y/n smiled.

it wasn't their first time working together, so by the end of the class their duo had finished before everyone else and they had scored more than Hermione's pair.

“was that so bad, little devil?” Draco hated all of y/n's nicknames for him, but he knew that she would never stop with them.

“congrats, I suppose, gryffin,” he replied.

“congrats to you too, mate,” y/n said, walking away.

she was tired of fighting Draco. they had fun, discussing and attacking each other, but it asked too much of y/n, and, honestly, she just wanted to graduate Hogwarts with flying colours.

“so... you and Draco?”

y/n stared at Harry, who was waiting for her in the corridor outside of the classroom.

“what?”

“no fighting and actually managing to work well together...” he said, but she didn't even change expression. “is there something I should know or be worried about?”

“Harry, please,” y/n scoffed, “I'm tired of Malfoy, really. can't take this... battle anymore. he's an annoying pure-blood boy. we both know it and so does everybody else. he is the devil incarnated.”

“exactly,” agreed Harry, but the boy yet did not understand what y/n wanted to say.

“so let him be. we know he can't be trusted so let's just not trust him.”

Harry pondered y/n's words. she was right, as usual. Harry was used to women around him being smarter.

“good strategy. but do you think it will work long term?”

“when the long term comes,” she said, “then I'll worry about it.”

***

the long term had come closer than y/n expected.

Snape's class wasn't the only one where she had been paired up with Draco Malfoy. apparently, it was something the professors caught up on before the two students did: they worked well together.

they were the first to know the correct answers and their outcomes were exceptional. besides, after the first couple of times, being paired up wasn't at all so bad. y/n and Draco got used to each other and started liking to work together.

so it was no surprise when Draco asked y/n to meet him at the Library for a study session. she actually was wondering when he would've the balls to suck his pride in and be a man.

Draco liked labouring with y/n. she was smart, quick and brilliant. there wasn't a question that she did not know the answer to, and he noticed that he was also of service when she was the one questioning.

they simple worked.

so, when he started lingering when staring at her and when his eyes simply fixed on her lips... was it really a surprise?

when he became capable of recognizing her entrance by her smell and when he asked her things he already know the answer to just so he could hear her talk, he wasn't surprised.

he was scared.

they were enemies, sworn enemies. even though she wasn't as cold and he wasn't as villainess as before, they still hated each other.

they were Slytherin and Gryffindor at their finest: nature opposites.

except, he noticed, Slytherin wasn't the complete opposite of Gryffindor. they both were prideful people. and overachievers. maybe Draco (and his house) was a bit more coward overall, but when it came to protecting y/n, there was not a fibre of his being that was not brave enough to stand up and beat the shit out of the evil-doer.

y/n had just watched it all: she had been sitting at the Courtyard, studying a potion she was having difficulty breeding, when out of nowhere popped a Ravenclaw very angry at her. he started cursing her, saying she was cheating her exams, and he would tell everyone about it.

y/n didn't even know Draco was around until the Ravenclaw was tossed all the way to the other side of the Courtyard.

she looked to the side, only to find Draco, standing tall and proud, but also very angry, at the boy who had just been launched. and Draco's wand was still sparkling. y/n got up and rushed to Draco's side.

“come on,” she clinged to his hand, the same one holding the wand.

Draco didn't move — he was still fixed on the Ravenclaw.

“come on, Draco, we need to get out of here,” she said again, “before a professor comes and grounds you. that boy won't let this slide.”

he finally snapped out of it and looked down at y/n. her eyes were claiming for his understanding, so he did. she guided him through Hogwarts, until she found a safe room. the abandoned classroom was far enough from the Courtyard and safe from the Ravenclaw boy.

“you shouldn't be here,” he said, finally, after they both cooled down.

“what do you mean?”

“what happened was not your fault, but if you're seen with me, they might blame it on you,” he said.

she swallowed her tongue.

“of course, because you'd never be blamed.”

he didn't argue. he was tired, of a lot of things besides running for safety, and fighting her was never on his plans.

“Draco?”

he looked up at her. Malfoy had sat on a table, and she stepped closer, towering over him.

“why did you defended me?”

“I didn't; I just don't like that bloke.

“what's his name then?”

he had no answer for that.

so she answered for him.

she hold his face with her small delicate hands and cupping his cheeks, she pressed her lips on his.

sweet and softly.

at first, at least. Draco allowed her the angelic kiss, for he thought she only meant it as a thank you. but then she didn't pull away.

and he knew, he just knew she wanted the same.

so he kissed her back. or as a matter of fact, he finally really kissed her.

no patience.

no tenderness.

it was carnal, it was brutal.

he switched their positions, placing her on the table he once was on. she gasped, surprised, but did not protest. he kept going.

he whispered softly and pleasing words in her ear just before biting it, and then he leaned on her neck.

it felt hot like hell but amazing as if it was heaven.

it was everything combined, the addiction of her stubbornness and his self entitlement — it was an explosion, of taste, flavour, and passion.

at last, they finally split.

she did not recall why. both needed air, and time to think, she supposed. Draco didn't want to let go of her, but he knew he needed to, so he did. it was late. a professor could come by.

besides, if they kept going... Draco did not know if he could stop himself.

so they said their byes and walked away.

that night, both Slytherin and Gryffindor kept their common rooms light up.

***

“something's off,” said Ron, sitting next to y/n and Harry.

Hermione was not up yet.

it was Saturday, one week after the kiss y/n and Draco shared.

the kiss, for it only happened that time.

they hadn't spoken since.

Draco tried, but y/n ignored him and ran away.

“what?” asked Harry.

Ron looked down at y/n.

“she hasn't had study sessions with the evil spawn any more,” the red-haired pointed out.

“true,” agreed the other boy.

y/n rolled her eyes.

“I can hear you, you know,” she said.

“so? tell me I'm wrong,” Ron leaned closer.

“you are not. does it matter?” y/n kept her eyes on her food.

“it does, if he has done something to you,” said Harry, staring to be worried.

Ron commented. “well, he did defend her against Jordan, the dumbass Ravenclaw.”

“he did,” y/n agreed. “and since then we parted ways; what's the problem with that?”

Hermione, who had just walked in, added a comment. “the problem is, he has been trying to get in your pants since Snape's DADA class.”

y/n brutally turned to face Hermione. “I'm sorry?”

“I'm not lying. He looks at you like you are a snack he has to harness.”

Ron laughed. “He does, yeah.”

y/n was shocked. Harry, instead, was looking at the other side of the Great Hall, looking for Draco's face. when he found it, he was not surprised to see the Slytherin boy sadly staring at y/n.

“he seems bothered,” said the boy who lived.

the four Gryffindors stared at Draco, across the Hall. Noticing the attention, Malfoy looked away.

“he sure is now,” Harry pretended to be pissed at his friends, who didn't know how to pretend.

“what happened with you two?” asked Hermione. “we're not gonna judge. Draco has been awfully quiet and good lately.”

“good??” opposed Harry.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Okay — not bad, then.”

y/n sighed. “we talked. like friends, I suppose.”

“and?” Ron seemed curious.

“and we ended up agreeing it was best to be apart.”

“that did definitely not happen,” said Hermione, shaking her head. “you and Draco are the best duo at any class of this school. he's too much of a golden boy to agree to letting you and smartness go.”

y/n looked at her friends. they hated the Malfoys and with good reason, so how could she try anything else with the blond boy? how could she miss his touch?

how could she be with him and trust him after everything?

her stared lingered on Harry, who swallowed dry.

“it's okay, y/n,” he said.

“I just... I don't trust him, ok?”

Ron stared at Hermione, who shrugged. Harry looked at his best friend with pity. she was struggling and he knew he had to do something about it.

he needed to talk to Draco Malfoy.

***

“what do you want with me, Potter?”

no, he did not want to talk to Harry. They were enemies, at best, so what was the point in having a conversation?

he could have been Blaise and Draco would still not want to talk to him.

the Malfoy boy was going to a crisis — the abstinence of y/n was killing him, and he had no idea what he had done to push her away. was his kisses to deep? should he have not placed her on the table?

“look, I want to be here as much as you. but it's for y/n.”

that lit up Draco's face. “well? what is it?”

“what did you do to her, your big pile of goo?” asked Potter, angrily. “did you know she liked you?”

“well, as a matter of fact, I did not!” exclaimed Draco. “but is it true?”

“yeah, it is. but she doesn't trust you.”

“and why wouldn't she?” Draco needed the answer.

“look at you, Malfoy,” replied Harry, “you are a mess of bad character. you've bullied me, and Ron and Hermione and even y/n. you don't deserve her trust.”

“so why are you here, huh?” was it just to offend Draco? as if he needed someone else!

“look,” Harry sighed. “I care for y/n. she is my very best friend. you don't and won't ever deserve her.”

“who cares, Potter? you're here to offend me? go back to your house. Really. don't piss me off, not this year again,” shouted Draco. “your bestie kissed me, did she tell you that?”

Harry Potter stepped back, stunned. So he didn't, thought Draco.

“yeah, that happened. I protected her moral and she kissed me. I thought it was a thank you, but it was really something by the end. it doesn't matter, she has been ignoring me ever since.”

Harry didn't utter a word.

“so you can go, now. keep your bestie — make her your wife, for all I care!”

Draco was turning to leave when Harry finally spoke.

“I don't like her like that,” he sighed. “she's like the sister I never had. I care for her, yes, deeply, and for that I came here to talk to you. because I want to make sure you didn't and won't hurt her.”

“i'll stay away,” breathed Draco, defeated.

“I asked you not to hurt her,” argued Harry.

“I'm confused now.”

Harry sighed. “Swallow your pride, Malfoy. Man up and get the girl, for Godric's sake.”

the boys shared a look. Potter could go back at hating Malfoy later — right then and there they knew they relationship status didn't matter; y/n did. she mattered for both of them.

so Harry watched as Draco ran, with all his speed, to find y/n through Hogwarts.

oh, Harry Potter wasn't calm or relieved. he'd still pay very close attention to Malfoy. however, it was not his right to keep y/n hanging, alone. so he allowed them a week.

after that, he'd make Malfoy's life a living hell.

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coldnessinheart · 2 years

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Hi! Some tasty aesthetic for you, guys ;)

Hope you’ll enjoy!

Theodore Nott || food aesthetic

Green jasmine tea, cold matcha with milk, grapes, sushi with cucumber and cream cheese, white wine, sour candy, water with lime, chocolate donuts with glazing, hot cocoa with marshmallows and fresh vegetables with a little bit of tasty mustard as dressing...

Your coldnessinheart, xoxo

*pictures are not mine*

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incorrectquotesharrypotterv · 1 year

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Y/n, whispering: you know I love you, right?

Draco: why are we whispering?

Y/n: so Harry thinks we're conspiring against him

Draco: oooh

Harry: what are they talking about?

Snape, having heard everything: murder

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incorrectharrypotterblog · 5 months

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Hermione: why are threesomes only for sex

Hermione: why can’t I join in on a couples argument if I want to

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7s3ven · 4 months

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ONE CUP OF COFFEE. theodore nott

( master list )

IN WHICH… Theodore Nott can’t stand the idea of actually falling in love but he finds himself questioning his choices after a series of rather comforting conversation with a Hufflepuff.

“Do you hate me so much that you can’t stand having one coffee with me?”

Warnings: Smoking, mentioning of throwing up, mentioning of weed, swearing here and there, mentioning of hooking (pretty tame for a Theodore Nott fic tbh

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“One coffee. Black. No milk or sugar. Make it hotter than usual.” Theodore Nott wasted no time in repeating his order to the worker behind the counter. A new coffee shop had opened inside of Hogsmeade and in the Slytherin’s opinion, their drinks were better than any muggle one.

He tossed a few golden coins onto the table before walking away and taking a seat in a deserted corner. He liked to be away from people because despite being part of a popular Slytherin group and partying often, he wasn’t a social person.

The quiet lulling of muggle songs played around in the cafe, bouncing off the walls. Theodore pulled his turtle neck up higher, covering his bare skin from the cold air. It nipped at his slim fingers and he wished he had taken a pair of Draco’s Dior gloves now.

The rusted bell attached to the door dully rang as someone else entered. The cafe wasn’t too crowded. There were a few other students scattered here and there but not many people were willing to freeze just to grab a coffee.

Melted snow dripped off Theodore’s boots as his observant eyes followed the actions of the newcomer. He couldn’t tell what house she was in because she was wearing all white, but she definitely wasn’t a Slytherin. The girls clad in green and silver had a certain aura; an unfriendly, poisonous, and addictive one.

This girl radiated off sunshine and daffodils and basking in the warmth of a crackling fire. Theodore guessed she was in Hufflepuff because she had a certain charm to her bright smile.

“One cinnamon chai latte.” She ordered, kindly handing the cashier a few coins. She was practically the opposite of Theodore.

“Name?” The cashier asked, much comfortable in her presence as opposed to the Slytherin who sat a few feet away.

“Y/N.”

Her name jogged Theodore’s memory. She was the girl Lorenzo had been paired with in herbology. It was quite a long and dragged out assignment so whenever Lorenzo wasn’t hanging out with his friends, he was with her.

Theodore subconsciously sat up straighter and leaned forward to get a better look at Y/N. Lorenzo described her as a pretty and bright girl with a warm perspective on life. Instead of saying “what’s the worst that could happen?” She always said “what’s the best that could happen?”

Theodore was somewhat impressed by how positive a person could be.

He didn’t notice he had been staring until Y/N turned her head, innocent E/C eyes burning holes into his. Theodore almost jumped. He quickly adverted his gaze, clenching his jaw.

Out of the corner of his vision, he could see Y/N sit at the table beside him. She sat with her legs oddly crossed and her body was turned so she could look at him.

“Theodore Nott, right? Enzo’s friend?” Her voice was gentle, like a meadow full of daisies and glittering ponds of water.

Theodore thickly swallowed before he nodded. “Yeah. Lo’s talked about you. You were his partner for potions.” The brunette had never heard anybody call Lorenzo by Y/N’s nickname, but maybe that was because he didn’t allow anybody to call him that. Unless it was Y/N, of course.

The poor boy was smitten with her during fifth year but he shyly backed off when he realised he had too much competition. To this day, Draco was still trying to convince him to man up.

“He talked about me?”

“Only once or twice.” Theodore lied through his teeth. He may be a tease, but he refused to out his friend.

“The assignment we did was so annoying. I’m glad I had him as my partner. If it was anybody else, I would’ve gone mad.” Y/N signed and a small laugh slipped past her pink-tinted lips.

“You practically saved his herbology grades. Lo is smart but his plant knowledge is in the negatives.” Theodore huffed in amusement, his mouth curving into a sly smirk.

“He’s good with everything else, though.” Y/N uttered. Out of the whole Slytherin group, Lorenzo, Draco, and Pansy had the highest grades. Blaise couldn’t care less; he still scored pretty high but grades weren’t his whole life. And Matteo and Theodore, the players they were, didn’t even bother studying for exams.

“Black coffee.” The barista suddenly called out, making Theodore realise he had never given the worker his name.

“That must be your’s.” Y/N said, nodding over at the steaming drink. She smiled, which almost set Theodore’s heart alight. It was already drowning in gasoline and her damn grin may as well be the flaming match. “Theo?” She waved a hand in front of his face as he spaced out.

“Huh?” Finally, his blank eyes shifted to stare at her.

“Your coffee.” Y/N reminded him.

“Oh. Right. I’ll see you later.” Theodore was quick to stand up and grab his drink, the paper cup burning the palm of his hand.

“See you later, Theo!” Y/N called out, not seeming to notice his uneasy mood.

Theodore sped walked out of the coffee shop, holding a hand to his chest. His stomach sank as dread overwhelmed him.

Him and Matteo were like two peas on a pod. They shared the same habits too, like drinking their sorrows away and smoking until their lungs burned. And let’s not forget their infamous reputations as playboys. Theodore Nott didn’t do relationships so he refused to let a soft Hufflepuff change his mind.

Despite shoving down whatever warm feeling he felt when he was next to Y/N, Theodore couldn’t help but crane his head in search for a certain flash of H/C hair.

“Black coffee. Extra hot.” He muttered absentmindedly to the same cashier who had served him a week before.

“Name?” She asked, bored eyes gazing up at him.

“Theo.” He quickly replied, turning his head again when he thought he saw Y/N. He felt disappointed when it wasn’t her. The worker seemed to notice.

“Are you looking for that Hufflepuff you were talking to last time?” She questioned, arching a thin brown eyebrow. Theodore glanced down at her name tag that read Eulia.

“No.” He quickly denied her inquiry, wrapping his long Slytherin scarf tighter around his bare neck.

“She comes in every week around this time. She’ll be here soon.” Eulia said, glancing over Theodore’s shoulder to take in the growing line. She cleared her throat, reminding Theodore of where he was.

As usual, he threw some coins onto the countertop and walked away to the same table he sat at before. His head perked up when he heard the sound of familiar laughter.

Y/N walked in, waving good-bye to her Ravenclaw friend. “The usual, Y/N?” Eulia asked, already typing her order into the monitor.

Y/N practically bounced over to Theodore, taking a seat in front of him. “Hey, long time no see. I thought I’d see you at school but I guess not.”

“I was busy.” Theodore lied. In truth, he had been hauled up in his dorm and listening to Draco rant about Pansy.

“Doing what?” Y/N innocently tilted her head to the side, genuinely curious.

Theodore, as blunt and brainless as ever, blurted out the first thing he could think of. “Weed, drugs, and smoking.” He wanted to bash his head into the table. What kind of response was that?

Yes, he used to do all those things but he had toned it down. The only addiction he had was smoking now.

“I don’t know why I said that. It was the first thing that popped up in the mind.” He admitted, scratching the back of his head.

“I’m not judging you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Y/N laughed, “By the way, your cigarettes are about to fall.” She pointed to the packet that was lazily shoved into Theodore’s pocket. He quickly caught it.

“I don’t do weed or drugs anymore.” He uttered, “Just so you know.”

From the coffee machines, Eulia rolled her eyes. “Coffee for Theo. Cinnamon chai latte for Y/N.” She called out, placing the drinks down.

Theodore quickly stood up. “I’ll get them.” He offered, not waiting for a response.

“Smooth.” Eulia said as he grabbed the drinks.

“Cut me some slack. I’m used to hooking up with toxic girls, not chatting over coffee with a sweet Hufflepuff.” Theodore lightly scoffed.

“So, Theo, what do you want to do when you graduate?” Y/N asked as soon as he sat back down again.

He shrugged. “I don’t know.” In all his years of Hogwarts, he had never thought about it. “What about you?”

“I want to open a bakery.” Y/N said like she had been waiting the question to come up.

Theodore raised his eyebrows. “You like baking?”

“Yup! I’ll bake you something next week. Do you like chocolate?”

“Who doesn’t?” Theodore only knew one person who didn’t like chocolate, and that was Pansy. But to be fair, she had gotten food poisoning from spiked chocolate in third year.

It was safe to say that she spent most of that day hunched over the toilet while Matteo held back her hair and Lorenzo gently got her to drink water, which she threw up too but it’s the thought that counts.

“Great! I have to go now. I’m meeting up with another friend. See you at school, Theo!” Y/N effortlessly chugged her scorching hot drink. She slammed the cup against the table, grinning.

“What the…” Theodore was still trying to process what had just happened as he watched Y/N run out of the cafe and into the arms of her friend

The next week, Y/N arrived earlier than Theodore. He had been held up by Blaise, who was curious as to why he was visiting the same coffee shop three times in a row.

Theodore entered the store after managing to shake Blaise off. He shoved his hands into his pockets, shivering despite the atmosphere being warm.

Eulia, who seemed to be on duty every day, had already made his drink and placed it in front of Y/N. She was too busy doodling on his cup with a permanent marker to notice his sudden appearance.

“Cute outfit.” He said as he sat down, the legs of his chair scraping against the tilted floor. Y/N’s face visibly lit up at his small compliment. Theodore observed her pink sweater with little bows sewn on it and her short white skirt with fleece leggings lining her legs.

“As promised, your cookie.” Y/N slid the box over to Theodore, smiling. “I would recommend heating it up. A warm cookie is better than a cold and hard one.”

“Do you bake often?” Theodore asked, taking the box and letting it rest on his lap.

“I try to bake as much as I can. I like helping the house elves too.” Y/N began to fondly talk about her love for baking and as much as Theodore tried to focus on her words, his gaze wandered to a suspicious group huddled in the opposite corner.

Once Theodore looked past their dark sunglasses and large coats, he recognised them as his friends. He saw Draco shove past Pansy and he surely pointed at Y/N then at Theodore before slapped his hands together.

Theodore stared at him, puzzled. And it showed as he furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. Y/N didn’t seem to notice his wavering attention, much to his relief.

“Do you want to bake together sometime, Theo?” Y/N asked, bringing him back to their conversation. He felt a little guilty because he hadn’t heard another word of what she had said.

“Sure. Though, I don’t think I’d be much help. Matt and I tried making edibles once and we messed that shit up.”

From behind Draco, Matteo glared at Theodore. It was your fault, he mouthed. He wasn’t lying, Theodore had gotten just about every ingredient in the recipe wrong.

“Edibles?” Y/N tilted her head to the side.

“Weed brownies.” Theodore elaborated, “But that was last year. I don’t do that anymore, remember? I only party and smoke.”

“I know. You told me.” Her eyes crinkled when she smiled. Y/N’s gaze flickered to his packed of cigarettes that always looked like it was about to fall out.

“Would you like to come to a party with me?” Theodore asked, leaning forward. There was one in the Slytherin common room next week. Normally, people from other houses weren’t invited but if you had the right connections, you’d be let in.

“Parties aren’t my thing. I… don’t like the vibe. You know?”

“That’s fine. You ever tried smoking?”

“No. Cedric offered to teach me but I declined.” Y/N frowned at the lost opportunity.

“I’ll teach you.” Theodore said a little too quickly. He cleared his throat. “I mean, you keeping me company wouldn’t be so bad.” He grabbed his packet, sliding it across the table. “These are my good ones. Keep ‘em and whenever you’re having a bad day or just wanna have a smoke, find me. I’ll light one for you.”

From across the room, Matteo lightly gasped. Theodore never ever shared his good cigarettes with anyone, not even him.

“Really?” Y/N picked up the worn-out box, staring at it.

“Yeah. I gotta get going. My friends are probably wondering where I am.” Theodore, once again, lied through his teeth. He knew his friends had questions and he didn’t want to keep them waiting. He stood up, feeling Pansy’s gaze burn a hole through him.

“Enjoy the cookie!” Y/N exclaimed, grinning and waving him off.

Theodore smiled. “I’m sure I will, love.” He walked out of the cafe, his friends following close behind and bombarding him just like he had predicted.

“You clearly have some sort of feelings towards her.” Panay said as she poked the brunette beside him. All throughout breakfast, Panay had been trying to get Theodore to admit his growing affection for Y/N. He denied it every time.

“I don’t.” He said for the third time, leaning down to stuff some bacon into his mouth. As he quickly chewed, his gaze flickered to Y/N.

“You’re looking at her again!” Pansy exclaimed, huffing. “It’s so obvious you like her!”

“Where’s Lo and Draco?” Theodore changed the subject, realising the two boys were missing.

“You can’t change the topic. You like her and you know it.” Unfortunately for Theodore, Pansy was persistent. Maybe a little too much.

“Theo likes who?” Lorenzo tilted his head to the side in curiosity. The whole group, even Blaise who laughed at awkward situations, froze.

Nobody responded for a moment before Blaise put down his fork. “Y/N. He likes Y/N L/N.” Theodore glared at the boy, wondering why on hell he’d even tell Lorenzo the truth.

“… Oh.” Lorenzo didn’t say much as he sat down, glancing over at Y/N. “You’re not going to break her heart, right?”

“I don’t like her. End of conversation.” Theodore groaned, taking a huge gulp from his goblet.

“I don’t believe you.” Lorenzo uttered, pointing his fork at Theodore’s eyes, “Your eyes say it all. You keep looking at her every minute and when you do, your eyes soften.”

Pansy snickered, nudging Theodore. “Told you.”

“If you don’t like her, then you wouldn’t mind if someone else asked her out, would you?” Matteo piped up.

“You aren’t her type.” Theodore immediately replied, scoffing.

“We’re practically the same, Theo. If I’m not her type then you aren’t. She’s pretty and all but I don’t date. That guy, on the other hand, seems like he does.” Matteo pointed over to a Ravenclaw boy approaching Y/N. The whole Slytherin group watched as he nervously asked her something and when she slowly nodded, his face lit up.

Theodore clenched his hands into fists. “Did he just ask her out?” He seethed, clenching his jaw.

“You don’t like her, remember? You shouldn’t care.” As usual, Matteo had that same infuriating smirk on his face. “Anyway, what are we doing for the party tonight?”

Theodore had forgotten all about it. He faintly remembered Y/N saying parties weren’t her thing. Did she like guys who didn’t party? That Ravenclaw boy looked like he didn’t. Is that why she said yes?

“I’m not doing. Not really my thing.” He uttered, shrugging. His friends looked at him in disbelief.

“Not your thing?” Matteo stammered, “Mate, the only thing you do is party! What’s gotten into you?!”

“He’s trying to turn into Y/N’s ideal type.” Pansy snickered, “He knows he isn’t the blueprint and he can’t see her with anyone else so he’s improving himself.”

“Respect, bro. But what about Izzi?” Matteo motioned to the Slytherin girl down a few rows who was Theodore’s favourite hookup.

“I don’t care about her.”

“What about the drinks?”

“I need to cut my alcohol intake.”

“Smoking? You can’t give up smoking! You’re addicted!”

“Y/N has my cigs. When she wants to learn, I’ll teach her.”

“And if she never wants to learn?”

“Then I won’t pester her. Not smoking for a while might do me some good.” Theodore on the brink of giving up smoking for some girl was a huge deal.

Matteo leaned over to Draco, “Is he sick?”

Pansy lightly snorted and she teasingly grinned, “If you mean lovesick, then yeah.”

To be honest, Theodore didn’t even know what he was doing. His head tried to convince him to return to the common room and drink like he usually did, but his heart said no.

That’s how he ended up in the courtyard, enjoying the fresh breeze.

“Theo?” An all too familiar voice called out. He practically spun around, facing Y/N. “I thought you’d be at your party.” She stared at him, confused.

“I’m taking a break from all that.” He said. Y/N silently sat beside him on the stone bench.

“I still have your cigarettes if you want them.” Y/N said, handing the packet over. “I thought about it and I don’t think I want to smoke just yet.”

“Thanks, love.” Theodore took the box, shoving it into his pocket without hesitation. Normally, he’d take one out and light it up but tonight was different.

“So, that Ravenclaw boy.” Theodore drawled. “He asked you out, huh?”

“Hm? Oh, Rowan? Yeah. I only said yes to be nice though because he helped me with some work last year.”

“You’re too kind, love. You need to know your boundaries.”

Y/N’s cheeks heated up at the sound of his endearing nickname. “I can’t say no now. It’ll just be one date then I’ll say it didn’t work out.”

“What if he wants a second date? What will you do?” Theodore moved closer to Y/N so he could feel the warmth radiating off her body. His heart jumped at their close proximity.

“Then I’ll tell him I don’t want one.” Y/N whispered, staring up at Theodore with those gentle eyes he liked so much.

“I liked your cookie, by the way.” Theodore slowly smiled, “It was good.”

“I’ll bake you a few more next time.” Y/N beamed. “I’m trying a new recipe for a brownie so I’ll give you one too!” Theodore smiled as she jumped into another rant about baking. This time, he could actually listen without being pestered by his friends.

Theodore, as usual, walked into the cafe around the same time he usually did. Eulia spotted him and subtly waved. “Has Y/N come in yet?” He asked.

Eulia hesitated before she pointed over at Y/N and Rowan. Theodore visibly deflated. He knew Y/N was only being nice to the Ravenclaw but he still felt a twinge of sadness.

“I’m sorry, Theo. If it makes you feel better, she hasn’t looked like she’s enjoyed the date. She looks much happier talking to you.” Eulia handed him his coffee.

“Right.” He sat down at a nearby table, glancing over at Y/N every so often. The slight pang in his heart reminded him of why he never dated in the first place. He quietly cleared his throat, deciding that whatever butterflies he felt for Y/N had to be drowned.

He stood up and Y/N immediately caught his gaze. She smiled and waved when Rowan wasn’t looking, but Theodore ignored her. Slowly, she lowered her hand.

As Rowan ranted on about how Ravenclaw was the best house, Y/N couldn’t help but think of what she had done to possibly anger Theodore. So much that he ignored her when he usually enjoyed her small smiles and secretive waves. She blocked out Rowan’s voice, frowning. He couldn’t grab her attention like Theodore could.

If only she knew that Theodore was simply trying not to fall in love.

Theodore avoided her for the rest of the week. Whenever she tried to approach him, he’d walk away. Even his friends were puzzled. After another failed attempt of trying to talk to Theodore, Pansy placed a hand on her shoulder.

“We’ll talk to him.” She said.

“I don’t know what I did wrong. He’s been acting so moody all of a sudden.” Y/N sighed and pouted.

“Maybe he’s on his period.” Matteo snickered at his own joke but immediately stopped when nobody else laughed with him. “I mean, Theo hasn’t had a good drink, fuck, or smoke since Monday. And all he did on that day was smoke for five minutes before he got caught.”

“I thought he liked doing all those things. Why’d he stop if it’s just going to make him grumpy?” Y/N murmured, playing with the hem of her blouse. Matteo and Pansy exchanged a glance, knowing they shouldn’t expose Theodore so early.

“He’s just being unreasonable. Don’t worry, we’ll get through to him.” Matteo grinned, his eyes flickered to the box in Y/N’s hands. “More cookies for him?”

She nodded. “Could you give this to him? It might make him feel better.” Matteo lowly hummed, taking the box. He and Pansy walked off after Theodore, muttering to each other about what could possibly be wrong with their friend.

“Theo.” Matteo called out as they entered the Slytherin Chamber. They found him sprawled out on the couch, a burning cigarette in his mouth. “Y/N made you cookies.”

Theodore looked at the box in Matteo’s outstretched arms. “I don’t want ‘em.” He said with a lazy flick of his hands.

“But you said you love her cookies. Jeez, dude, what’s gotten into you?” Matteo scoffed as he grabbed one, shoving it into his mouth. “If a girl made me cookies like these, I’d fall in love.”

“That’s the problem!” Theodore exclaimed loudly. “I’m Theodore Nott, Hogwarts resident fuck boy. I don’t do relationships! But Y/N- Y/N is making me feel things I shouldn’t!” He groaned, pulling at the ends of his hair.

“That’s the problem?” Pansy huffed, taking a seat beside him. “Theo, look at yourself. You haven’t partied in ages, you haven’t drank, you haven’t had sex with any other girl since last month. And you haven’t been smoking up until now! If you’re willing to stop all that shit for Y/N then you obviously like her!”

“What if I’m just concealing it, huh? What if I haven’t changed and if I date Y/N, then I hurt her? I don’t care about any other girl’s feelings but Y/N, fuck. I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Figure your feelings out then decide what you want to do. Easy peasy.” Matteo shrugged, eating another cookie. Theodore clicked his tongue, snatching the box out of his hands.

“It better be easy or I’m going to smoke all your favourite cigs, Matt.”

Matteo was lying. It was not easy to figure out how he felt towards Y/N. Every time he got close to her, he changed his mind last minute and rushed off. It earned him some weird looks but he couldn’t care less.

“Have you even slept lately?” Matteo questioned, slamming a cup of coffee in front of Theodore. He groaned.

“Do I look like I’ve slept?” He muttered, glowing at Matteo.

“Like a baby.” His friend teased, cruelly laughing. Lorenzo glanced over Theodore’s shoulder, clearing his throat.

“Y/N’s coming this way.” He whispered, kicking Theodore.

“What?” He looked around, panicked. Y/N was indeed walking towards him. He grabbed his coffee, splashing it onto Matteo’s wrinkled blouse.

“Yo! What the fuck, dude? That’s hot!” Matteo seethed, resisting the urge to peel his wet shirt off. Some girls hoped he would.

“Sorry, Matt. It was an accident. I’ll help you clean up.” Theodore tried to play his stunt off as an accident while practically dragging Matteo out of the hall.

“Okay, seriously, what was that all about?”

“I needed an excuse to get away.”

“So you spilled hot coffee on me?!”

“I would’ve let you do the same.” Theodore glared at his friend as he sat down and slumped. “She’s everywhere. How is she so social? I can’t get away from her.” He ran a hand through his messy hair.

“Have you been running away from Y/N this whole time?” Matteo questioned, arching an eyebrow. “It’s hilarious to imagine you running away from a girl.”

“Shut up. I’m processing things.” Theodore sighed.

“Just talk to her, Theo.” Matteo lightly nudged his leg, “What else can you lose? You’ve already lost your dignity.”

It had been a few weeks since Theodore had returned to the coffee shop. But finally, he strutted through the doorway with his usual uncaring demeanour.

Someone else entered as Theodore stood in the middle of the room, taking in everything he had missed about this cafe.

“Theo?” Y/N asked, peering over his shoulder. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” He stiffened and slowly turned around. “Are you having a coffee?”

“I’ve already had one, actually. I was just seeing if this place had changed.” Theodore wanted to walk away but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from Y/N’s eyes.

“Well, there’s no harm in having another one, right? It’s on me.” Y/N smiled at Eulia, “One cinnamon chai latte and…” She thought for a moment, glancing over at Theodore, “You’ve already had a coffee so one cream latte as well!”

Y/N paid and brushed past Theodore.

“Kiss her.” Eulia hissed, harshly poking Theodore’s shoulder.

“I’m not kissing her.” Theodore replied back in a hushed whisper.

“Theo, you coming?” Y/N called out, looking over her shoulder.

There was barely anybody in the cafe and even if there was, Eulia would’ve ignored their drinks to make Y/N and Theodore’s.

Theodore reached out to grab his but Y/N was quicker. She grasped both drinks, smiling at him. “We don’t have to be back at school for a while so let’s sit here.”

Theodore nervously followed behind Y/N to their usual table. He sat down, rigid and stiff. He saw his cup and glared at Eulia, who laughed. She had written a message on the cardboard, kiss her, and Theodore was quick to cover it.

He looked out the window, almost jumping with joy when he saw Matteo. “Oh! Matt! I need to talk to him! Sorry, Y/N. I’ll see you later!” He ran out of the cafe, crashing into his friend.

“Matteo! Quick! Do something!” Theodore shook his friend, urging him to create a distraction.

“Is this about Y/N?” He asked.

“She’s in the coffee shop- don’t look!” Theodore shoved his friend.

“And you need me to something stupid?”

Theodore eagerly nodded but was unprepared when Matteo pushed him forward and down a snowy hill. “Theo! Sorry! My hand slipped! I’m coming!” Matteo yelled out in a fake worried voice as Theodore rolled and got a mouthful of snow.

Y/N watched their strange interaction as she sipped on her drink. “… He didn’t call me love like he usually does.”

Y/N hummed to herself as she slipped on a pair of mittens and took out a tray of cookies. She placed the hot metal tray on the counter, the smell of baked goods wafting through the air.

She poured herself a cup of light coffee and sat down, swinging her legs. She lifted her head when she heard the sound of quiet swearing and smelled the scent of cigarettes and cologne.

“Theo?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. It was silent for a moment before the boy sheepishly pushed the kitchen doors open.

“I was looking for a snack for Pansy. She’s not feeling well.” He looked around, staring at everything but Y/N.

“I would offer her a cookie but she doesn’t really like chocolate, does she?” Y/N circled her finger around the rim of her cup, “Would you like some coffee? I made it myself.”

Theodore found himself sitting across from her against his will. He watched as she poured him a cup, softly smiling.

“Thanks.” He stammered, grabbing the white mug and gulping it down.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Careful! Isn’t it hot?”

Theodore slammed the cup down, ignoring the burning sensation on his tongue. “No.” He wheezed, his vocal cords threatening to give up on him, “I’m fine. Tastes great.”

“You’ve spilled some.” Y/N said. She leaned forward, pointing at his collar. His top two buttons were undone and hot coffee trickled down his skin. “That must hurt. Here, let me help.”

Y/N dabbed a tissue against Theodore’s collar and he flinched as her fingers came in contact with his exposed skin. She noticed, peeking up at him through her lashes.

“Do you hate me so much that you can’t stand having one coffee with me?” She asked, taking a small step back.

“What?” Theodore choked. He didn’t hate her, quite the opposite to be honest.

“You keep running away from me. And you left me in the cafe the other day. And you didn’t wave back. Do you hate me?”

Theodore hated how he could see her E/C eyes glass over. He fiddled with his mug, tapping his nails against the porcelain.

“I… have to go. Pansy needs me.” He stood up, leaving without another word. He was doing what he did best; running away from his problems.

With Theodore out of the picture, Y/N felt lonely. She dug around in her pocket, confused when she fished out a cigarette. “Oh… it must’ve fallen out.” She murmured.

She was on her way to the cafe, but not to meet up with Theodore. The day after he had walked out on her, again, a Gryffindor had approached her and asked her out. She said yes in hopes this date would be better than her date with Rowan.

Spoiler alert, it wasn’t. In fact, she felt like it was worse. Y/N stared at her cup as the boy beside her talked on and on about his love for quidditch.

“What’s your hobby?” He suddenly asked.

“Baking.” Y/N answered absentmindedly.

“Oh, that’s kind of boring. Quidditch is better, don’t you think?”

Y/N resisted the urge to sigh. Theodore never insulted her love for baking.

“Do you do anything else?” The boy questioned.

“I study.”

“Jeez, you really are boring. You wanna come to a party with me? I know a guy who’ll hook us up with some coke.”

“No thanks.” Y/N rested her cheek in the palm of her hand, watching the clock closely so she could dart away as soon as the date was over.

Someone suddenly pulled up a chair in front of Y/N. “Coke is boring.” Theodore uttered, “Baking is better.”

Y/N tried to conceal her smile since she was still upset with him, but when he winked at her, she couldn’t help it.

“What are you doing here, Nott?” The Gryffindor sneered.

“I’m here to thank you for keeping my girl company.” Theodore grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth. “Now, if you’ll excuse us.” He grabbed Y/N by the wrist, tugging her out of the cafe.

“Why do you choose the shittiest guys to go out with?” Theodore asked.

Y/N lightly huffed. “It’s not like I mean to. At least they don’t walk away from me when I’m trying to talk, though.”

“You still upset with me, love?”

“You hurt my feelings, Nott.” Y/N pulled out the lone cigarette, shoving it into Theodore’s hand, before hurrying off.

He quickly placed it between his lips and lit it. “Let me explain, love!” He exclaimed, chasing after her. He breathed out a mouthful of smoke.

“Okay. Then explain.” Y/N folded her arms over her chest.

“What? Here? Now?” When Theodore saw the unamused look on Y/N’s face, he sighed. “Fine, but this is going to sound stupid.” He took another hit from his cigarette, needing all the courage he could get.

He took a deep breath. “I think you’re wonderful person and I didn’t want to risk hurting you so I tried to distance myself but that backfired and I was trying to process my feelings because I’m Theodore Nott. I don’t do relationships. But you made me want to give it a go so I got scared and that made me do stupid shit like spilling coffee on Matt or running away or allowing Matt to push me down a hill.”

Y/N furrowed her brows. “What are you trying to say?”

“I like you, Y/N! I like the way you smile and the way your eyes light up and I like how you look and me and how fond you are of baking! I like how you take the time to make me cookies because it makes me feel special! You treat me so differently from other girls and that’s how I know you aren’t just around for a hook up! I like your perfume and your hair and your outfits and the way you skip when you’re happy and how you read classic Muggle books because you want a cute teen romance!”

“You noticed all of that… about me?”

“How could I not? You have such a charming aura and I can’t stand it because no matter how much I try to deny it, I like you.”

“You really like me?” Y/N knew about Theodore’s reputation and she’d be lying if she didn’t feel the same way. But what if he was just toying with her?

“I do.”

“Okay then. Hug me!” Y/N exclaimed, confident he was joking. Theodore shrugged before embracing her tightly. “Uh… hold my hand!” He intertwined their fingers without hesitation. “Kiss me!” Y/N was sure he wouldn’t do it but when he leaned down and pecked her lips, she froze.

“Are you done? There’s a lot more things I’d do for you, Y/N.”

“Are you sure you like me? Like, really? Because what if we get married and you decide you don’t like me but we already have two kids and a cat together? Who will keep the cat? Or will we have shared custody over it?” Y/N spoke so fast Theodore could hardly understand her.

“What about the children?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“What about the cat, Theo?”

“I really do like you, Y/N. Believe it or not. I’m willing to give dating a try… if it makes I can date you.”

“Please don’t break my heart, Theo.”

“I won’t.”

“Can we finally drink coffee together without you running off?” Y/N questioned, which earned her a small chuckle from Theodore.

“I won’t run away this time, love. I promise.”

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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Hey I just wanted to let you know I loved the Mafia Draco fic you wrote that I requested. It was absolutely perfect. I was wondering if you do a part 2 where Draco tells her what happened and they have hot steamy sex.

My hero

Pairing: mafia Draco x fem reader

Summary: Draco comes back mad about the situation at the casino and you can't help but thank him for what he did…

Word count:1'012

Warning: shower sex, Draco's anger in the beginning so aggressive to soft, I think that's it.

Universe: mafia

A/n: I'm glad you liked it and thank you so as requested here's part 2 of fine line

All mistakes are mine

Your feet sat up on the coffee table and your study books in hand when the door came open startling you as the knob hit the wall. Draco came in; his pale skin littered with blood. He looked enraged. a glare that you recognized too well with his line of work on his face. You sat forward watching as he pulled the dark cover from his suit off his body.

"Draco what's the matter? I thought the trade would have gone well," you ask treading lightly

"I killed him." He said plainly, heading for the kitchen and you followed jumping to your feet in shock.

"What? I- why?" You stuttered, entering the kitchen where he held a glass of orange juice.

He slammed the glass down, sending shards of broken glass and orange juice across the counter.

"Because!" He pauses breathing in deeply

"Because, he insulted you and you know how I feel about that. I don't want anyone saying anything about you." He finished, a hand running through his platinum hair. You knew better than anyone that Draco's temper mixed with his love for you was a storm, but you couldn't deny that Draco being so determined to defend you was a turn on. You sighed, grabbing onto his forearm where his favorite tattoo lay, pulling him towards the stairs.

"Let's get you cleaned up and I'll come down later to clean this." you stated, taking him up the steps towards your shared bedroom. You began helping him pull away his clothes, water running as you purposefully ran a hand down his black dress pants. a hiss left his lips when you got to his boxers, tugging them down his thighs as you kept eye contact with him. You come back up slowly, ignoring his cock as it stood tall for attention. You're only in a faded hoodie of his and some panties and it doesn't take long for him to slam you against the counter, lips attacking yours in a needy kiss and nothing was soft about it.

He makes quick work with his hands sneaking under the jacket, touching your warm skin as he strokes your curves. You keep up,wrapping your hands around his neck and tongue swirling with his. He pulls away to remove your- his hoodie from your body, leaving you in your black cotton panties. He swiftly takes those off of you, pulling open the glass door, you wrapped around him as he shuts it. You move like you're in a rush till you break the kiss. Your hands rest on his firm chest as you slip from his hands.

"Wait, I need to wash all this blood off of you" you explained clearing up his confusion. You reach for his body wash and lather the cloth in a decent amount before you rub the soap into the towel and reach for his neck. His blue eyes lock on yours, occasionally glancing at your smaller body. He was taller than you but you still washed his skin clean, rinsing the cloth and replacing the body soap with a face one instead as you clean the red from his cheeks.

"I love you" he says and you smile pulling back

"I love you too" you respond, heading towards his legs but he pulls you up. His lips collided with yours and you kissed him harder, loving the feeling of his lips against yours. you never got tired of feeling like your head was spinning when you kissed him. He groaned into the kiss as your body rubbed against his applying friction to his cock. the water rained over both of you making you nearly breathless as you moved together. the water dripped down his body as you gripped onto him. He grabbed the back of your thighs, a gasp leaving you. You're pushed against the glass, braising yourself on his shoulders.

"Keep your legs here." He ordered, releasing your leg. He brings the head of his length to your pussy pushing in slowly. Your head falls into his neck, the warm water trickling down your skin makes it all the more intense as he rocks into you. His breath is shallow and he's goaning, hands gripping under your ass cheek. Your nails are in his skin leaving red marks. He pulls you back and forth slamming you against him. The water against the shower floor and the clapping of your skin mixes with your moans.

You're both connected without talking, letting your bodies convey everything you can't put into words and Draco does a good job at twisting his anger with love. You don't have to guess where his feelings lie when he's showing you with the glide of his cock and grip on your body, trying to pull you closer so you can become one.

His lips leave gentle kisses on your neck that have shivers running down your spine and you have clamming down on him as he moves in and out of you. Your legs ache and the knot in your belly tugs tight. He angles his hips upward driving into places you didn't even know you had making you jerk in his hold.

"You gonna cum for me like a good girl" he whispers and you nod your head violently.

"Yes! Yes! yes! Yes! Please Draco!" You repeat, drunk on him.

"Sh shh shhh I'm gonna make it all better princess. just let go for me, let me get you there…please." He says nipping at your neck and you don't need to be told twice as your release takes over. Your toes curl on his back and you let an inaudible cry as you coat his cock in your juices. He thrust into you sloppily with random curses leaving him, his head falling back the water running through his hair as he paints your sensitive walls. You're shaking in his arms as he lowers you to your feet pressing his lips to yours. He pulls back, eyes searching yours.

"I'd do anything for you my love,"

And he proves that to you everyday…

Draco's lovers and requests

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cash-111 · 3 months

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What do they think about marriage?

Pairings: slytherin guys x reader

A/N: I am having a severe case of marriage fever, if that even exists. Anyways, have this small HC drabble, tell me what you think.

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Theodore:

Honestly I think he’d be against the idea for a pretty long time (seeing his mother as sort of ‘trapped’ before she died), he’d resent marriage through most of his early life.

But then he’d meet you, and you’d start going on 1, 2… 5 years together? And it would just start to feel so right, so he’d have to pop the question.

He’ll want nothing more than to reclaim this sacred bond as his with you by his side.

Mattheo:

Didn’t really care about marriage one way or another. I do think he’d be secretly very enamored with the idea of a more domestic life, though.

Once he finds the right person, something clicks and he knows he’ll want to spend the rest of his life with them.

Marriage is just one way to crown this desire, and if you want it, he’ll happily oblige.

Draco:

He was brought up with marriage in mind, and I don’t think that bothers him much; it’s just a stepping stone he has to take at some point, though he’s adamant about making his own independent choice when it comes to when, who and how.

His parents may or may not approve of you, he doesn’t care (though it’d be easier if they did), once he’s set on the idea of marrying you that is exactly what he’ll do.

(On another note, I also think he’d find himself enjoying organizing it lol)

Enzo:

Dreams of marriage. Secretly goes through revenue and dresses catalogs when he’s feeling particularly down or lonely.

I think he’d be one of the quickest to take the knee, and even quicker to realize you’re the one he had been waiting for.

Blaise:

Also someone whom I think really holds dear the idea of having such a companionship.

I always imagine him as a single child born to single children, so I think he’d have some kind of family heirloom given to him pretty early in, like his grandma’s ring.

Once you guys have been going out for a while I think he’d roll it around in his hand late at night, while he watches your sleeping form breathe peacefully.

Tom:

Does not want it.

In his plans there had never been any space for that kind of frivolous distraction, plus any title that is bestowed by someone other than him is pretty much meaningless.

(He’s so napoleon takes the crown coded)

Instead, he’d hold a “devotion ceremony”, where you make an unbreakable vow that seals you to him forever. Romantic isn’t he? You should be grateful.

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slytherin-girly · 1 year

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Popular/ A Draco Malfoy x reader one-shot

House: Gryffindor or slytherin

Blood: half or pure

Warning:tw? I guess, reader if kind of in a depressive state?

Wc: 700+ give or take 🤷‍♀️

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{3rd person pov}

Y/n L/n. Y/n is one of the most popular girls at Hogwarts. She has goddess-like looks, shes kind, smart, anything a guy could possibly want. A lot of boys got their eye on her but she has an eye for one blond boy in particular. Draco Malfoy is his name. The slytherin prince, Y/n was crowned the princess of her house in fact (gryffindor or slytherin)

Everyone wanted to be Y/n. They never knew what went on behind every smile, every laugh. They knew nothing about her life. If her eyes could show her soul people would be surprised.

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Y/n was walking down to divination, the class she dreaded the most.

Although hearing all the different possibilities and ways you're going to die was a little much for her.

She'd been thinking about dropping the class since she thought it was a bunch of crap anyway.

But it was a reason to get things off her mind. A reason to get al the things going on in her head out for awhile.

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After all the classes Y/n went to the library to do some studying.

And maybe grab a book or two.

After studying for a little bit, she decided to grab a book on simple spells and charms.

But of course it was out of her reach.

"Need help darling," a male voice had said

"W-what?"

He had pressed his chest on her back reaching over her to grab the book on spells and charms.

If she wasn't a blushing mess right now, she didn't know what would make her blush.

"Was this the book darling?" Draco had questioned

"Uhm- y-yes it is. Thank you Draco." Y/n said smiling a bit

"No problem Y/n." He returned the smile and walked off somewhere.

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Y/n was at dinner and oddly enough the mail was late. It usually came around lunch.

She was sitting next to one of her only best friends. She was one of the only people who actually knew what was going on in y/ns life. They did live next to each other after all.

"Mail came in extremely late today." Valerie stated (yes I gave her a name so just go with it(: )

"Yeah it did." Y/n replied

She awaited for her owl, for something to come.

The owl dropped a few letters, one being a howler.

"I have to go valerie" y/n said grabbing her stuff, taking the letter with her to black lake.

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Once Y/n had gotten there she opened the howler speedily.

It was from her father.. uh oh Y/n thought. Mentally preparing for the worst.

"Y/n! M/n! L/n! Your grades should be way higher than this! I expected better of you! You are such a disgrace to the family name! I raised you better than this! And I told you to stop being friends with that girl valerie! Didnt I! She is a bad influence to you! Look at what she has done! Look at your grades! You are a pathetic excuse for a daughter."

Y/n had slumped down by a tree and watched as the letter ripe itself up.

She sighed bringing her knees up to her chest and hugging them.

She cried and cried and cried. She only wanted her father to be proud of her, sure she was rich and her life seemed perfect, but she lacked love. Her mother had left. But Y/n understood why now.

She had continued to cry until she had heard something behind her.

She quickly wiped her eyes and her cheeks and tried her best to stop weeping. But she couldnt really.

"H-hello? Is anyone t-there?" She asked standing up slightly

Out from behind the shadows came a boy with platinum blond hair. Draco.

"Are you okay Y/n?" He asked concern in his voice

"I uhm- heard the letter"

She said nothing, instead she went up to him and started hugging him tightly.

He was taken aback by this but he didnt complain. Getting hugged by his crush, he couldn't be happier.

Y/n had started crying again.

"I tried so hard d-draco a-and he's s-still not h-happy with m-me" Y/n weeped

"Hey hey it's okay darling, shhh stop crying"

"B-but I just w-want-" she was cut off by Draco's lips on hers

She was taken aback but she kissed back

"It's okay darling, he may just see a pathetic girl, but I see perfection, a ray of sunshine, I think that you're perfect just the way you are, you're smart, you're a literally goddess and if anyone thinks otherwise they are clearly out of their minds"

"Thank you Draco" Y/n said smiling slightly

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cloudybarnes · 8 months

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Pretty Boy

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Summary: everyone knew you had a thing for the boy who lived, everyone, that is, except for Harry himself.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Harry is so soft in this it's insane so take this as your warning

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It wasn't like you were hiding anything.

You prided yourself in being very direct, and very much a go-getter. After transferring from Beauxbatons, you made quick friends at Hogwarts, even with Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

With Harry, you very quickly became fond of the quirky things he would say, and how flustered he would get when you were around.

Some people called you a flirt, but you liked to think you were just really clear about what you wanted.

Him.

You just weren't sure if he felt the same way about you.

"So, (Y/N)." Hermione said as you, her, Harry and Ron walked out of potions class. "Did you want to study for the exam with us? I figure I could use as much help to make sure these two know what they're doing."

"Hey!" Ron complained, "I happen to be smart sometimes too, Hermione. You're not the only one with a brain."

"You're right, Ron." Hermione said. "(Y/N) has a brain as well, that's why I've asked her to come study with us."

Ron rolled his eyes with a grumble.

"I think that'd be nice," Harry softly said.

You grinned. "Well if Harry wants me there, of course I'm down."

His cheeks turned pink as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Ron snickered and playfully elbowed Harry a couple of times. Harry swatted him away; the pink on his cheeks growing a darker shade.

Harry sheepishly smiled at you. "O-of course I want you there!" He stuttered.

You smirked at him. "Don't worry, pretty boy, I promise I'll be there."

Harry's mouth fell open slightly, as Ron started laughing. "Harry, close your mouth for Merlin's sake!" Ron teased Harry by pointing at his parted lips.

Harry swatted Ron's hands away from his face with a scowl. "Shut up, Ron," he muttered.

You laughed. "I'm just gonna catch up to you guys later. Bye, Harry." You sent a wink in his direction as you walked away. Ron's cackling laugh boomed through the hallway as you left.

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"Hey, (Y/N)!"

You had started walking down the hallways to get to the Gryffindor study hall where you were supposed to meet up with the golden trio when Luna stopped you.

"Hey, Luna!" You smiled as she walked towards you. "Where were you today? I didn't see you in herbology today."

Luna had been one of your closest friends outside of Hermione, Ron, and Harry. She was fun to talk to, and pretty much knew everything about you already and vice versa.

"Yeah," she smiled, "I was off in the woods taking a walk. It's very nice out there this time of year, you know that?"

You nodded, "oh yeah, it really is."

"So where are you heading off to?"

"Hermione invited me to help them study for the potions exam we've got coming up."

"Oh!" She grinned, "will Harry be there?"

You giggled, "he will be there. Did I tell you he specifically said he wanted me to come with them! I just about died, Luna, like my heart was fluttering like crazy."

Luna chuckled, "You guys need to get together already! Unless you're keeping it a secret from me," Luna squinted her eyes at you playfully.

You laughed. "No, we're not dating. Not yet at least." You winked at her.

"Ahem," a throat cleared behind you.

Turning around, you saw Harry standing there, a bewildered look on his face, and a red burning in his cheeks.

"Um," he stuttered, "I didn't mean to interrupt, I just wanted to make sure you were still coming to the study hall."

Slowly, you turned back to Luna who gave you a sorry smile.

"Well," she said, "I'm going to leave you two alone. I'll see you later, (Y/N/N)." With that, she walked away, leaving you alone with the boy who basically just heard you telling Luna you wanted to date him.

You looked back to Harry with a soft smile. Even though you laid your flirting on so thick with Harry, that wasn't as scary as this. Flirting was innocent. If he didn't reciprocate your feelings, you could always act like you were just messing around.

Now, though, it was the real deal. Even if you looked composed on the outside, you were freaking out quite a bit on the inside.

"Yeah, I'll be there." You smiled, "I'd never ditch my favorite boy."

Harry choked on a gasp.

"You okay?" You asked, stepping a little closer to him.

Harry gazed up at you with confusion, but also intrigue.

"What are you doing?" He asked softly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like-like with me? Why do you say things like that to me?"

Instinctively, you took a step back. "I'm sorry? I didn't know you felt some type of way about how I acted." You felt horrible. Maybe you had done a little too much. Maybe you had flirted too hard and too blatantly that it scared him off.

"No!" He practically shouted. "No, I mean, ahem, I mean I don't feel any type of way about it. I mean, yeah I feel some type of way, but not like- not like a bad way, if that makes sense. I mean more like in a good way, you know? But also, like in a confused way. I'm not sure, I mean, I like when you say things like that to me, but it's also confusing because why would you say things like that to me?" Harry rambled on.

You couldn't help but chuckle a little.

He looked up at you when you laughed, and gave you a sheepish smile. "Too much?" He asked.

You shook your head with a smile. "No, just enough. So you don't think I come off too strong when I flirt with you?"

Harry grinned. "So you are flirting with me!"

You chuckled, "I would hope you consider that flirting. I'm not sure if you know this, but I don't go around calling too many people 'pretty boy' or 'my favorite boy'."

He blushed. "Yeah, that's what Ron said, but I didn't believe him. I just can't believe out of all the guys that like you, you like me instead."

You smiled, "So Ron told you I liked you?"

"Well, he may have mentioned it a time or two or twenty," he chuckled, "I just didn't believe him."

"How could I not like you? You're Harry, you're incredibly sweet, and selfless, and so much more. Anyone with eyes would like you, Harry."

His face turned ten shades of red. "That's how I feel about you, too, (Y/N). But with you, it's just obvious everyone loves you. You walk in a room and every single head turns. You laugh, and the birds start singing. You smile, and the sun quivers from how bright you light the place up."

With every word coming from Harry's lips, you found yourself more and more drawn to him. Your heart beat erratically.

"I didn't realize you thought so highly of me." It was your turn to blush now. You could feel your face getting incredibly hot by the sweet words he spoke. You never thought Harry would like you back, especially not as intensely as he's describing. Frankly, you didn't know he had such a way with words.

"I think you're incredible, (Y/N), and if you would let me, I'd like to take on a-a date sometime?" He suggested.

You grinned at him and grabbed his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'd love to, Harry."

He grinned, and held on tight to your hand.

For a minute there, the two of you just stared at each other, smiling. You started to giggle. "As much as I would love to stay here like this, we promised Hermione we would study with her and Ron."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." Harry admitted, sheepishly.

You chuckled, "come on, let's not keep them waiting, pretty boy."

Harry grinned. "I like that nickname."

"I like you."

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qtssvnwoo · 2 years

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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.

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