#look i saw flood and thought tears and just wanted draco to cry a bit

[hephaestiions]

flood.

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: flood. this is decidedly not a microfic, i am an embarrassment to the community. it is also once again, 3.08 am, so i have no idea how much sense this makes and no patience to wait till morning to post. here goes.  

TW: parent death, hospitals, seizures (non-graphic). 

The day Mother dies, things keep happening one after another.

Draco has a vague understanding— distant and loose, sand through his fingers in Santorini— that things happen one after another everyday. But knowing something all your life doesn’t really compare to the brutal moment of understanding it, really understanding it, for the first time.

For one, Mother died. Her heart gave out after one last seizure that Draco wasn’t there to see. He’d gone down to the cafeteria for a breakfast muffin, which in retrospect didn’t taste good enough for the price he paid. But then again, the last seizure couldn’t have looked very much different from the first or the twenty seventh or the one before the last, by which point Draco had lost count and sensitivity to the vision of his mother’s body curling in on itself over and over. Repeat a word enough times and it stops making sense and all that. The Mediwitches arranged her to look peaceful— possible finally— folding her hands and shutting her eyelids, stretching the skirt of the paper thin Mungo’s gown across the width of the bed like massive butterfly wings in an exhibit, polka dots and all.  

Within three hours, the solicitor sends a letter so oily that Draco compulsively washes his hands after reading it, the curling letters of venerated father’s dutiful wife aftereffects he can’t blink enough to rid himself of. The Mediwitches bring him document after document, three separate Healers pop by to offer their effusive condolences and the patient in the room next to Mother’s comes in to tell him that he had been a very good son indeed, to be so patient in his her dying days. She says it with a trembling lower lip and too-bright eyes and Draco gets the distinct feeling there is someone out there who ignores the memories of a sweet old lady with a walker she can’t quite wrangle into submission while going about their business. There’s a part of him that sneers. There’s a part of him that says fair. A third part says, I wish and Draco has to physically grip the armrests of his uncomfortable chair to not smack himself in the temple.

He smiles at the old lady, kisses her hand and signals behind her back for a passing Mediwitch to take her away.

Pansy pops up at noon in a navy suit Draco suspects she borrowed from Blaise. “I have a conference in the evening,” she says, and Draco nods. “I’ll cancel it,” she adds, and Draco shakes his head.

“It’s all under control, I assure you,” he tells her and she snorts, loud and rude and comforting, in his face.

“I assure you,” she repeats, mimicking him. “Draco, I am not your supervisor.” A few seconds of staring ensues before she tacks on, “I just don’t want you to have to do this alone.”

“I’m not—” he blurts out, before realising he is, he very much is, he has been for a week and a half, and cuts himself off. “It’s under control,” he repeats.

“So he hasn’t been around?” she asks, looking about as though expecting someone to spring from the aggressively artificial bushes in the lobby. “The bloody arsehole.”

“It really isn’t—” his chest feels tight with the intercrossing wires of too many aches, “—his place anymore.”

“Is that what you’re telling yourself?” she asks because she’s a cow without manners.

“My mother just died. I haven’t been telling myself much, I didn’t have the time.”

Pansy doesn’t have the grace to look chastened. “How long have you been here?”

“Not for very— oh.”

“Draco?”

He blinks at her. “Four days, I believe. That’s, oh. That’s quite a while, isn’t it? I thought— I hadn’t— realised.”

“Oh, for fuck’s—!”

He looks down at himself, clothes he can’t remember changing into, hands that won’t stop shaking though he can’t feel them, feet that feel swollen and raw.

“Go home,” Pansy says. Her palm against his cheek is warm and smooth and Draco notices, for the first time in a long time, how much he wants it to be large and calloused. “Darling, Draco, go home.”

“It’ll be empty.”

He hates it when her face goes that pinched. “I’m cancelling the conference.”

For a moment, Draco wants to give in. Go home with her, let her fuss and make him soup and peel him an orange and stay up the night with him, pouring out glasses of red. But he can’t.

“It’s under control,” he says again, and hopes she won’t push. She doesn’t, because she’s Pansy.

—

The first thing he notices is that the wireless is on, something about the Glasgow Cathcart by-election turnouts crackling through the speaker. Draco spends a prolonged moment wondering if four days of sleeping around pain potions has done osmotic damage to his brain. Labour holds, Draco hears before the rest is cut of in a sputter of static. The silence in the room is oppressively heavy. Harry’s hair looks messier than ever.

“Who told you?” Draco asks.

Harry’s brow crinkles. “Told me?”

“My mother—” Harry looks concerned. Draco feels wrong-footed. “No one told you? Why are you here?”

“Narcissa—?”

“She’s— No one told you. You’re— she died this morning. Heart failure. I was at Mungo’s.”

Harry’s expression goes from concern to shock to horror to a sort of complicated blankness so pathetically fake that Draco wants to shake it off. He doesn’t, standing by the Floo instead, awkward and uncertain. Harry’s here. Harry didn’t know Mother died but he’s here. Which brings him back to—

“Why are you here?”

“Because I couldn’t stay away,” Harry says, like it’s simple. He shrugs. “I tried and I couldn’t, so I came here, but you weren’t there. And I thought I’d leave, but then it looked like you hadn’t been here in a while, so I—” he breaks off. “I, well. I cleaned up. There was dust everywhere, and the post was piling up and I looked in the kitchen and you didn’t have any food, so I— Oh, God, Draco, God, are you crying?”

Draco blinks, and yes, he is in fact crying, that is what the burning in his eyes was all this while, his face is wet with it. Once the tears start, they don’t stop, soaking the skin of his throat with rivulets of salt water. Harry couldn’t stay away. Harry checked his post. He’s here.

His knees buckle and Harry’s over in a flash, holding him up and close, whispering sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry in his ear.

“I didn’t see her,” Draco says, muffled into the fist clenched in Harry’s shirt. “When she died, I was— I wasn’t there. I didn’t see her, she died alone. Merlin, I spent four days in Mungo’s and she still— she still died alone. Harry, I—”

And there, there’s the hand threading through his hair, curving around the side of his face. He’s missed this, fuck, every lonely moment sitting in uncomfortable chairs while his mother wasted away before him, he’s missed this. He allows himself to remember her now, pale and still and small, remembers the old forgotten lady in the room next to hers, remembers the terrible breakfast muffin that left crumbs all down his front and the Healer’s drawn face when she told him. Harry pulls him closer still.

Mother’s dead. Mother’s dead. The dam breaks.

#look i saw flood and thought tears and just wanted draco to cry a bit #i don't know why it needed to be prefaced by 1k words of that but eh #drarry #drarry microfic #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #draco malfoy x harry potter #harry potter x draco malfoy #geets microfics

[elsieys-blog]

The universe's gift

Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

summary: Draco has had enough in life and it was your first time seeing him cry. As much as you hated the idea of scaring him away, he vented to you like a you were no stranger and tonight he thanked the univers for giving him the perfect therapist he needed.

contains: fluff, comforting friend, not-feeling-enough

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Walking past empty rooms to empty rooms, portraits to portraits and the silence purely engulfing you, you seem to hear a sound of faint weeping against the walls as if it echoes.

Curiosity drove you to the edge that you followed the sound. You ran through the gloomy hallways, and up the spiral staircase that your feet felt a bit sore. The noise kept on and on and your concern soared.

After bigger strides, you didn't know you carried yourself to the astronomy tower. It was wide against the broad, starry night, the wind was vigorous and the rustling of bushes below the balcony encircled you.

Then there he was. A tall boy, platinum blonde hair, his torso bent and his knuckles white from what seems to be the pain he endured. His quiet sobs from the distance filled your ears and you instantly knew he was hurting.

You gulped.

It seemed as if you floated because all of a sudden you were next to him, gazing at the stars that hovered above the sky. It was peaceful yet the person beside you was the complete opposite.

He lurched when the edge of his eyes saw you, his sobs muffled by the back of his hand, wiping his tears away.

You didn't look at him, nor did he. Yet it felt like you two were communicating and his breathing eased a bit. You whispered, "hey.."

God, why do I have to be awkward.

He sniffled, acknowledging your presence by nodding.

You looked down, your feet shuffling as jim-jams cram you in. "Er— we don't see each other much but.. I hope I don't make you nervous."

He heaves a sigh. "I think I'm the one who makes you nervous." His adams apple bobs up and down from gulping too hard. "I can tell."

"Oh.. sorry."

He bit his lip, preventing the impending sobs. "It's— it's alright. It's what everyone feels around me. Nervous.. I'm actually supposed to be used to it by now."

Supposed to?

His voice began to subside. You felt sorry for him and the agony in his voice terrified you. "I don't— I don't really know how to comfort someone but.. I'm here y'know."

"Yes, I have eyes—"

"No, I meant you can talk to me if you'd like." Then you decided to joke to lighten up his mood. "A few of my friends told me I should be a therapist just because of my resting face. It looked like I was staring into your soul and proudly listening to your ranting. But trust me, I really am a good listener."

"... Pfft yeah, right." He scoffed bitterly.

Fuck, this is harder than I thought.

You spun to face him, your brows furrowed. "No really. I'm here and you can vent to me anytime you'd like. And mostly because I'm the only one you're with right now so..." You giggled.

He shook his head, a single hot tear flowing out of his eyes. And as it reached his cheekbone, you wiped it off with the middle phalanx of your index finger.

"Hey.." your voice was dulcet. "It's going to be alright.."

When you flashed a comforting smile, more tears began to drop from him. You eyes went hooded and felt sorry for him because of how he looked—vulnerable, drained of happy memories and out-of-life.

"It's okay.. let it all out, Draco." Your hand slithered to his back, rubbing it to lessen the pressure in him. Soon more tears clouded his eyes so he closed it, louder cooing joined the silence.

Draco was crying and letting it all out just like what you told him too and panting so hard.

"Shhh, it's okay.. it's okay.."

When you inched closer to rub his back, you were surprised when he turned to face you and gave you a bone-crushing hug. Maybe it was the thing he was holding so hard since you got there.

Draco wanted someone to know he wasn't invisible or being walked on. At least that's what his hug tells you.

Tears soon swell in your eyes when his hands gripped your robes tightly. You sniffled. "Yes that's it. I'm willing to listen..."

"I just wanted to be enough.." finally he spoke and he felt so empty and broken. "Why can't I be enough, Y/n.."

"I understand.."

"Why is it always me. I'm tired of this— this everything and I—" he struggled to breath, his chest wavering as he take in deep inhales . "I want to—"

"No you don't." You cut him off because you already know where he was going. "You don't and trust me things'll get better, I know it."

He stiffed.

"Do you trust me?" You asked him, not bothering to let go of his warming embrace.

He hesitated for a moment knowing you were a stranger and trust was a complete issue for him. But the way your mellow tone skimmed the coldness and disturbance out of his mind sent him into oblivion.

On the back of Draco's mind, he knew you were his therapist. At least for tonight.

His face nuzzled against the nape of your neck. "I— I think so.."

Uncertainty flooded his voice but still it made you smile. "Don't worry, Draco. I'll help you get through this. I promise."

"Promise?" Draco wanted to hear you say it again. Maybe because of your euphonious voice or because he might've misheard you.

You gladly repeated. "Promise."

You felt him smile from the side of your neck, his body no longer tensing up upon your presence and it was now beginning to relax.

He was weak of you being there with him under the stellar, vault of heaven because— right now—he knew you that the universe sent you at the exact time he was longing for someone to take care of him.

And the universe brought the perfect fit for him.

"Y/n.. I don't want to let go." Draco abruptly said and he was referring to the hug.

"Then don't. I'll be here whenever you need me. Not just tonight, but in everyday you seek for me, I'll be here." Your hand managed to slid between your flattened bodies and landed on his heart.

You felt your robes damp from his tears but nevertheless it was a reminder that you really are a future therapist. Well, sort of. And maybe a future therapist to Draco Malfoy.

"God, I don't know what to say—" he laughed from his words and stared at the sky, his lip twitching and his hand still holding on to you as if you two were inseparable. He smiled and sucked in a breath.

"Thank you.." Draco was referring to the universe.

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[dreaming-about-fanfictions]

Sleeping With The Enemy II Draco Malfoy x Reader II Part 2 of 3

Summary: Being a Slytherin yourself doesn’t make you hate Malfoy any less. So why can’t you stop fantasizing about him? (18+)

PART 1

A/N: It’s a three part story now lol. Enjoy <3

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader, Words: 1.7k Warnings: post-war Hogwarts, mentions of cheating, smut, swearing, voyeurism

You were cursed.

You had to be. It was the only explanation for the fact that you managed to walk into someone not once but twice in one week. You had simply wanted some peace and quiet and were sure to find it on the Astronomy Tower but apparently tonight it was otherwise occupied.

Occupied by him.

The one person from this school that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. You didn’t know how he did it - years and years of hating him and then with two sentences he shut down your brain and left you breathless. During meals, you always looked out for him. In class, you felt your eyes wander to his seat.

“Distracted?”, he had whispered with a smirk once when he had caught you and you spilled ink all over your parchment. You had only mumbled an insult and turned away again.

To be honest, the whole week after the party was a blur. You felt like Quaffel, getting played back and forth between a crying Pansy and a remorseful Ron. However, just like the awful Quidditch player that you were, you dodged both of them with quite some success. Ignoring Ron was easy. Once Theo and Astoria heard what he did, they protected you like guard dogs, rarely leaving your side, and after Theo fired the first hex in his direction, Ron stayed more or less away. Staying out of Pansy’s way was much harder, considering you shared a dorm and most of your classes together. She tried to talk to you whenever she could, tears streaming down her gorgeous face. You ignored at her first and when she wouldn’t have it, you promised her to talk at some point - just … not right now. You wanted to wait until the anger had passed. So far, it hadn’t.

The night you caught them both, you wondered if it would be replaced by sadness soon. Apparently not. Only a little humiliation got added to the mix. You got cheated on by a fucking Weasley. Merlin, your family would never let you live that one down. 

That mess combined with Draco fucking Malfoy occupying your mind, left you confused and exhausted. Tonight, you dreamed of him. It was the first time he ever made an appearance while you slept and - fuck - what an appearance that was. You woke up with a gasp and sat up straight in your bed. Your pajamas clung to your body, your chest rose and fell in the rhythm of your fast breathing and you blinked, trying to grasp onto reality. Trying to realize where you were. In your dorm. In your bed. Your bed. The familiar heavy blanket on top of you, the occasional snoring from the girls - you calmed down slowly. The dream still lingered on but the images were fading quickly. You saw black satin sheets, blonde hair, heard whispers you didn’t understand, felt lips traveling over your skin.

Afterwards, you had to leave your dorm and clear your head. And was there a better place than the Astronomy Tower than to do just that? Apparently so, because the second you walked in, you saw them. You froze, one foot already on the steps that lead to the platform. Before your brain finally got around to telling you to leave, the door shut behind you. They flinched and you jumped behind the stairs, hiding in the shadows.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You couldn’t leave now. The door was heavy and would creak, alerting them to your presence. You recognized them immediately when you saw his blonde hair and her pale skin. Malfoy. Pansy. Fuck. (Literally.)

Of course. Of fucking course, it was Malfoy. You apparently developed a habit of running into him in the worst possible moments. Did you do something in your previous life that made the universe hate you?

You pressed a hand to your mouth, to swallow the sound of your breathing but the two of them didn’t seem to notice. Malfoy pressed Pansy up against the wall and you hated yourself for being unable to avert your eyes.

“After this, you’ll show me the room,” Malfoy said. No, growled. A shiver ran down your spine. “Show me where he had you and I’ll make sure you’ll forget everything he made you feel.”

Your eyes widened. Were they talking about …?

“No,” Pansy replied breathlessly while tearing at his uniform.

Yes, they were talking about the classroom.

Suddenly the tone of her voice dropped to something you never heard before. “The moment you kissed me tonight, he was forgotten.”

Wow.

Draco smirked, obviously pleased about her answer, and grabbed her by her neck. Their kiss was rough and everything you expected him to be. Soft moans escaped her as he bit down her lower lip, and she held onto his body desperately, clearly losing herself in the kiss.

You wanted to look away. You truly did. But you couldn’t. The scene captivated you, left you breathless and frozen in place. Then you heard the clicking noise of a belt opening.

Oh no.

Once again, your eyes frantically searched for a way to leave but it wasn’t possible without them detecting you. And no, the latter wasn’t an option. There had been enough humiliation in your life for this week. You simply had to wait behind the stairs, hoping they wouldn’t accidentally let their eyes wander in your direction. The moment you came to the conclusion, you finally brought yourself to look away. Hearing them was enough to make you shift nervously from one leg to another. Quiet whispers mixed together with clothes being torn off and hungry kisses being exchanged. Your cheeks were burning, your hands felt clam, you wanted to leave so badly. However, you remained in the shadows staring at the dark green curtains next to them.

Then you heard it and your head snapped.

A low guttural moan that resonated within you.

Malfoy.

He had her legs wrapped around his waist. You only saw his side profile but it was enough - the look on his face was the definition of pure bliss. Eyes closed, lips slightly parted - he resembled a Greek God. You swallowed. Then he began to move.

At first, he took his time, moving slowly. He lowered his face to her neck and sucked on her skin. You wouldn’t be surprised if she’d wear a scarf tomorrow. Soon, however, his thrusts began to become faster and faster. He fucked her hard and suddenly you felt awfully reminded of your dream. Your body did too. Your breath grew heavier and you wanted to groan as an ache began low in your stomach. Fuck. You stared at Draco and with each of his moans that sent shivers down your spine and let the hair on your arms and neck stand up, you hated yourself a little more.

The clouds moved and moonlight flooded the Astronomy Tower. The image of him was otherworldly; you were convinced it stopped your heart for a second. The light reflected off his grey eyes as they pierced right through you, causing even more heat to rise to your face.

Wait.

No.

Oh no.

Malfoy was staring at you. He had turned his head and was now facing you. You gasped and held on to the balustrade of the stairs, suddenly anxious that you would lose your footing. The world around you slowed down. You felt dizzy; all you heard were the soft groans and moans from in, mixed in with curses. He didn’t break eye contact as he thrusted into her and you were already drowning in them.

The sensation in your stomach grew stronger and stronger; you felt hot and your fingers gripped the balustrade so tightly, your nails dug into your skin. Your body ached for him. You wanted to be the one he kissed, touched, fucked - and if you couldn’t be, you at least wanted to touch yourself. Wanted to imagine that it were his fingers that stroked you, made your legs tremble and cum with his name on your lips.

As if Draco sensed the shift in your thoughts, his movements began to grow more and more erratic. You bit down your lower lip and his eyes grew dark. “Fuck,” you finally heard him curse and then he came with a last loud groan.

He buried his face in her shoulder and relief washed over you like a wave. You were able to breath again. Your eyes shot to the other side of the room. The relief was followed by embarrassment. You had just witnessed something that wasn’t meant for your eyes. Guilt got mixed in when you felt the wetness between your legs. Your knees were weak, your legs slightly trembling from the adrenaline that rushed through your veins.

You heard them whisper in the dark. The ruffling of clothes told you they got dressed. “Let’s go.” Pansy giggled. “Maybe I will show you the room. I wouldn’t be against a second round …”

Footsteps. You didn’t dare to look into their direction and pressed yourself further into the shadows. They came towards you and when Pansy brushed past you, you smelled his scent lingering on her. You swallowed hard.

“Go, I’m right behind you.” That was Draco. His voice was dark and raspy, he still sounded a little out of breath. A tinge of jealousy wanted to be felt but you pushed it away. You wanted to be the reason for him to sound like that.

Malfoy’s steps slowed down when he came closer to you. His eyes bore holes into the shadows of your hiding place and the pure force of him standing so near to you, made you turn your head. When your eyes met, the hairs on your neck stood up. He was close enough for you to reach for him, to pull him into the shadows and finish what he started. You resisted.

A smirk played around his lips.

Fuck.

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[justfangirlthingies]

Love Story (Dad! Draco Malfoy)

This is a songfic based on "Love Story" by Taylor Swift

Dad! Draco is something I absolutely adore, I just couldn't help myself

Word count: 2568 words

Warnings: a bit of angst maybe, but the rest is fluff

The reader is a pureblood, but that's only mentioned once, so I guess if you want to change that up in your head feel free to do so, it's not like I can control your thoughts or anything

Soft draco content!

Also, this is my first time writing anything for Draco, sorry if he's a little OOC, but I guess you'll just have to deal with that. I just found this idea cute. That's it. Carry on with your reading :)

By the way, the war and all that jazz did happen I just, I dunno left it out because that would've been too much

"Darling!? Are you alright?" Your husband barged into the hospital room. His platinum hair disheveled and tie loosened. He was panting heavily, presumably from running all the way here from his workplace. "I came as fast as I could, but the minister wouldn't let me leave early, since I'd be at home for the next weeks anyways." A soft smile graced your lips as you spoke up "Draco it's fine don't worry. I'm - I mean we are fine"

His eyes flooded with guilt as a look of sorrow took over his face "I-I missed it? I'm so sorry I wasn't there..." Draco stammered quietly as he slowly started to approach you. You gave a small nod as you reached your arms out for him. The blonde didn't hesitate to engulf your smaller form into his arms as soon as he had reached the hospital bed you were sprawled out on. "It's not your fault love" You whispered soothingly while you allowed your fingers to run through his already messy hair. Soft lips brushed your temple as you basked in Draco's warmth. The male moved away from you a bit to catch a glimpse of your face. "Is it a girl or a-" but before he could finish, the door opened once again and in came a doctor with a small bundle wrapped in a lime green blanket in his arms. "Ah you must be Mr. Malfoy then."

Draco just stared at the blankets and gave a small nod, trying to make out the baby underneath. He watched as the doc handed you the small human. A smile etched onto your lips as you took the baby from the man. Your husband finally caught sight of your child. Well of the blond fuzz on the baby's head to be exact. You noticed his stare and giggled "You want to hold him Draco?" You questioned and without even giving him time to think, handed him your newborn. "He?" he smiled tenderly when he finally saw the baby-boy's full face. His icy blue eyes found a pair of identically coloured irises staring back up at him.

"Have you decided on a name yet?" The doctor asked after a few minutes. This resulted in Draco looking up from his son and throwing a questioning gaze at you. "Go ahead." You reassured him.

It's not like he had to make up a name on the spot. After all the two of you talked a lot about baby names and had decided to stay with the Black family tradition for the naming, seeing as upholding this tradition was of utter importance to him. It was a relieve to see you hadn't changed your mind about the name you had decided on beforehand.

"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy" spoke the love of your life. Huge grins on both of your faces as Draco pulled you closer towards him and Scorpius so he could hold the whole extent of his new family in his arms.

With that the doctor left the three of you to have some privacy and to get to know your son.

A content sigh left your lips and you decided to speak up "Look how far we've come Dray. We survived my father and a war, moved in together, got married and now we're starting a new chapter. A family"

"Ah yes of course." he replied before a smirk appeared on his face "Though I have to say, your father was the greatest challenge we've had to overcome." A chuckle escaped his lips as he started reminiscing about the past "Do you remember how we met?"

You hummed in response "We were both young when I first saw you"

I close my eyes and the flashback starts

Your eyelids fluttered close as you swayed in the memory of the first time you laid your eyes on him.

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I'm standin' there on a balcony in summer air. See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns

It was a peaceful evening. A little boring for a nine-year-old maybe, but still nice. Your family had hosted a ball and invited all the other well known and mostly wealthy pureblood families. Nothing unusual.

One thing however, was a little extraordinary. Notoriously you were the only child at such gatherings, but on this fateful night you had seen another child. A pale boy around your age, you guessed. His gelled back hair was a white-blond colour, it framed his face along with his sharp, pointed features. That's when your (e/c) orbs met his piercing grey ones.

See you make your way through the crowd

And say, "Hello"

This encounter made your evening much more eventful and enjoyable and it also gained you a friend for life.

Little did I know that you were Romeo

Had you known who he was back then, maybe you would've kept your distance. But the thing is, you didn't know.

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From then on your friendship only continued to blossom as years passed by

Sometimes Draco would sneak out of his house just to wake you up and spend time with you in the middle of the night. Many times you woke to a tapping sound coming from your window

you were throwin' pebbles

In the beginning you were surprised to see him, standing outside underneath your window when you opened it. Occasionally you'd sneak out and go for walks.

His nightly visits became more frequent, often leading to you sneaking him into your home, up the stairs and into your room.

On some instances you spent hours on end just talking. Other times, you spent those same hours engulfed in one another's embrace, lips meeting each other halfway, limbs entangled and bodies pressed together.

Unfortunately your father had seen the light from underneath your door and heard voices talk when he woke that night. He barged into your room and as he saw the Malfoy boy sitting criss cross on your carpeted floor, the two of you deeply engulfed in conversation, he yanked the blonde up and dragged him out of your room and down the stairs

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet (Y/n)"

You had followed after them as tears cascaded down your cheeks. And I was cryin' on the staircase Beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said, "Romeo Draco, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"" His heart broke then and there as he watched your devastated form call out to him in vain. Before Draco had a chance to answer your request he was shoved out the front door by your father.

"(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n)! Just what do you think you're doing sneaking around with the Malfoy boy?!" Your father hollered, his voice laced with anger. The man you called your father could be very intimidating at times, especially when he was fuming and glared at someone, just like he was doing with you now. The adult's words dripping from his voice like venom "You won't see him again." "Bu-" You were about to cut him off and protest, but he just continued and talked over your failed attempt to interrupt him "I don't want you talking to the son of a death eater! He's probably already one himself."

Your face contorted into a scowl as you seethed at him through your teeth, tears still dropping from your shimmering (e/c) irises "You can't tell me what to do!" It slipped past your lips and your face nearly went to a look of surprise at your own words. Your eyes widened slightly, but now that you had already made the mistake of talking back to him with that attitude, what did you have to lose? You tried to keep your demeanor the way it was when you talked back to the man you called your father.

"What was that young lady?!" He scolded "That's no way to talk to your father (Y/n)!" You snarled at him before you got up from your place on the staircase and turned to retrieve to your room, making sure to slam the door on your way. Waking your mother and siblings in the process. You only knew that because you heard voices and different footsteps.

As soon as the door was properly shut you threw yourself onto the bed and hugged one of your pillows close to you as you sobbed and screamed in frustration, pain, anger, sadness, agony or however you would like to describe it. The fact that the pillow you were currently clutching to your body as you shook with tears, still smelled of the boy who had captured your heart and was with you not even 10 minutes ago just had you break down even more. That is how you went to sleep that dreadful night. Crying yourself to sleep while you held onto the pillow for dear life.

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It took you some time, but you found a way to meet up again. In secret.

Just you and him.

Merlin knows what would happen if someone found out that the two of you were sneaking around again.

So I sneak out to the garden to see you

We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew

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So close your eyes

"We should run away together Draco. Just imagine all the things we could do then." you suggested quietly, your head resting on his chest.

Escape this town for a little while, oh oh

'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter

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Of course it was only a matter of time until your father found out about your little ordeal again.

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet(Y/n)"

And once again you found yourself in an oddly familiar occurrence as you were crying after the man you loved. It pained both of you to see each other hurt. "But you were everything to me" Draco called out to you and he made sure your father had heard him too, for the young Mr. Malfoy was indeed completely and utterly in love with you and he wasn't afraid to show it. As soon as your pleas reached his ears again he felt his heart sink in his chest. I was beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said, "Romeo Draco, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes""

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Maybe your father was right, maybe you did deserve someone better, Draco thought. At least that's what the silver-eyed boy told himself. It was his only way of staying sane and grounded. His way to cope was to hope you'll meet someone better than him, someone more deserving of your love, even though that thought hurt him, it was a comfort to think that, maybe you'd move on, but his heart still held onto the last bits of hope he had left in him. And that's when it happened. An owl landed on his windowsill. Not just any owl. Your owl and the letter it carried had your family's seal on it.

He felt his heartbeat increase rapidly, his hands clammy as he opened the window. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to smile, to cry, scream or throw up then and there because that letter could contain anything. A wedding invite maybe? He hoped not. After contemplating for a bit he decided on opening your letter. As he did so, he became more nervous with each passing second, still clinging tightly onto the last bit of hope he had left.

The letter read: "Romeo Draco, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel. This love is difficult, but it's real. Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes""

Oh but this time he would say "Yes"

Oh, oh

For this time, he had a plan and he was determined to execute his plan

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I got tired of waiting. Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around. My faith in you was fading

You were on the breach of losing all your hope, but you decided you'd try one last time. So you went to the place you'd told him you'd wait for him. If he didn't show up today then that's it, you would give up. However, what you didn't expect was to actually meet him face to face. When I met you on the outskirts of town,

When your eyes met his again for the first time in so long you didn't know how to react. Was it appropriate to hug him? You weren't sure so you just stood there frozen on the spot when you asked him once again. Desperately clutching to your last bit of hope that you didn't even know you had left.

and I said

"Romeo Draco, save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think"

Tears streamed down your face as you poured your heart out to him and when you felt his warmth surround you, you didn't hesitate to lap onto him with all your might. After a few minutes he tore himself away from you and when his grey eyes met pools of (e/c), he saw the terror in your eyes. Did you think he didn't want to be with you? "I'm sorry this took so long love" he spoke, leaving you with a confused expression on your face "but your father is a tough man" he chuckled. This only earned him another puzzled look from you as you arched an eyebrow in utter bewilderment. You were not sure what he was about to do and you certainly didn't expect him to do the thing he was about to do.

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said, "Marry me, Juliet (Y/n). You'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress. It's a love story, baby, just say "Yes""

There you stood before him. Eyes wide. Eyes that you couldn't believe. All you could do was just stand and stare.

"Umm...(Y/n)?" Draco looked up at you, his eyes holding only love and adoration and maybe a hint of fear because you were not answering. He gently reached upwards and caressed one of your soft hands. The touch bringing you back to reality and out of your trance. "An answer would be nice" he chuckled nervously. You quickly pulled him up by his hand and kissed him "Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" you grinned and beamed up at him. You leaned in again and brushed your lips lightly against his as you spoke against the soft skin "Yes Draco. Yes"

Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh

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All of a sudden you were ripped from your little bubble by soft cries.

Just like that, in the spur of a moment, you were back to reality. Slowly your eyelids fluttered open, only to see your husband cradling your son in his arms to cease his crying "Shh, shhh, shh. It's alright Scorpius, your daddy is here" he cooed softly "we need to be quiet buddy because mommy is sleeping and mommy deserves her sleep after such an exhausting day." Draco smiled triumphantly when little Scorpius stopped crying "And you need all your sleep as well, your day was just as exhausting" he whispered softly.

'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

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[amazingmaeve]

Last Kiss ↠ Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy Masterlist // Harry Potter Masterlist

Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Fem!Reader

Summary: Draco breaks up with Y/N because his family doesn’t approve of their relationship. Even though they’re over she never imagined that it would happen.

Warnings: Angst, A bit of fluff in the flashbacks,

AN: Sorry this isn’t a happy ending but I wanted it that way because it would work more. Also italics is flashbacks.

Tag list ~ @peakywitch

Y/N sighed as she walked down the halls of hogwarts. Memories hidden behind the walls. She walked ahead with a sad glint in her eyes.

The reason why Y/N is so sad is because her long term boyfriend, Draco Malfoy broke up with her. Y/N of course didn’t want to break up with him but he told Y/N that his parents forced him to.

That made her feel bad and she told him they could sneak around but he refused knowing people in the school knew his family. The other reason and it’s because he didn’t want her to get hurt.

He would never ever forgive himself if something ever happened to Y/N. And with the dark lord around now it’s more of a possibility. Draco never told this to Y/N wanting her to get over and find someone who is better for her.

“W-what do you mean we have to break up,” Y/N asked whispering. She looked up at him with confusion and sadness in her eyes.

“Because my parents don’t want us to be together Y/N,” Draco sighed not looking at her. He knew if he looked at her he would let her back in and he didn’t want that. Draco wanted her to be safe.

“But isn’t your dad-,” Y/N was about to ask before Draco interrupted hostility.

“Yes he is but he and mother told me before,” Draco snaps and Y/N flinches at the sound in his voice. He sounded like he hated her.

“Okay but we can sneak around no one will ever know,” Y/N hopelessly asked grabbing Draco’s hand and enveloped hers with his. But he didn’t let it happen he tugged his arm back making her frown and looking at the boy who looked like he held no sympathy.

“I’m sorry but I think it’s best if we break up,” Draco sternly said making Y/N’s eyes water. She didn’t want, she loved him so much that it hurt sometimes.

“No you can’t just do this like we haven’t been in love these past years,” Y/N sternly says to the Malfoy boy who rolled his eyes and held the sadness on the inside of his heart.

“I never loved you,” Draco snaps not looking her in the eyes. Y/N’s eyes widen tears brimming her eyes. Throughout everything Draco always loved Y/N and that’s what she thought at least until now.

“If you want to say that to me Draco I want you to look me in the eyes because I don’t believe you,” Y/N snaps noticing Draco’s eyes weren’t on her. The wind flowing through her hair as they stood on the astronomy tower. He could smell the perfume she used. Draco would miss that.

“I don’t love you I never did I only did it as sympathy,” Draco slowly and sternly says looking at Y/N directly in the eyes. Draco has to keep himself from crying since that would ruin it.

Y/N bites her lip trying to not let out sobs. She could fell her heart break into two. The boy told her he loved her and nothing would ever change that.

“But you said-” Y/n whimpered as tears cascaded down her cheeks when Draco interrupted the girl who held his heart. Draco loved her so much but he had to do this for her safety he had to make sure she was kept alive.

“I was lying,” Draco rolled his eyes.

As he looked at her shaking and shivering state he could feel his heart rip into two. Draco wanted to grab Y/N into his embrace and tell her he loved her more than anything. That he would do anything for her. But the thought of Voldemort came back into his mind and images of Y/N ending up dead brought him back.

Draco wanted to wipe the tears away and tell her everything was gonna be fine but that wasn’t the reality. He needed to be grounded in reality.

Draco gave one last look to Y/N’s sadden face before leaving to go to his dorm and so he could finally shed some tears.

Once Draco was gone Y/n leaned against the wall and slide down to the ground and sobbed into her face. Draco was her everything. Y/N thought she was his everything.

Y/N let out sniffles and tears as she cried into her hands. Y/n wanted to disappear and never come back. But most of all Y/N wanted Draco to hold her again, love her and kiss her.

Y/N wanted to scream and shout at the world and him for breaking her heart. She couldn’t blame him though. His parents were always tough on him and Y/N knew they influenced.

Y/N got her tired body up and still letting tears and sad thoughts through her brain she went to her dorm hopefully so she could get some sleep and dream of her and Draco.  

That was a couple months ago.

Y/N these past months has been trying to get through her classes with out seeing Draco. Y/N didn’t want to see him or she didn’t want him to see her upset.

Y/N remembers the last kiss they shared.

Everything was okay. They were in love then or so Y/N thought. She loved him and he loved her.

In that time Y/N thought that they would be together forever. And Draco promised her that he would never leave her.

His love was too strong for Y/N

As Y/N stepped into her dorm the memory came flooding back to her.

“Draco stop,” Y/N giggled as Draco tickled her sides.

“And what if I don’t want to love,” Draco teases as he kept tickling her stomach and neck.

“Please,” Y/N tried not to laugh as she let out a pout trying to persuade him to stop it. “If you love me you’ll stop.”

Draco let out a sigh before kissing the tip of her noise. “Of course I love you,” Draco keeps his hands on Y/N’s hips.

“And I love you too,” Y/N whispers to Draco as she laid underneath looking up at him with loving eyes.

Draco has a sort of happiness in his eyes as he looks down on the love of his life. Draco wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He would give anything to make Y/N happy.

“You are so cute,” Draco smiles at her.

“You are cute too,” Y/N laughs hugging him.

“Cute,” Draco huffs. “More like handsome,” He smirks looking down at her with love in his eyes.

“Both,” Y/N giggles.

Draco rolls his eyes before leaning down to connect both of their lips into a kiss. Y/N brings her arms to wrap around his neck as felt his tongue swipe across her lip like asking for permission.

Y/N gladly accepts with a smile as Draco continues to make out with her. The kiss felt so loving like he was pouring all of his love into the kiss.

“I love you more than anything,” Draco whispers as they separate. “And nothing will ever change that.”

What one big lie that was.

Y/N lies down on her bed with her school clothes still on. She was so tired. She felt like she couldn’t get through the day.

Y/N felt her hear rip into two as she saw Draco sitting at the Slytherin table laughing with his friends. Was ever happy with her?

That was only at dinner where Y/N just came from since the stress was so hard to deal with.

Tears fall onto her pillow as Y/N lets out sobs. Even after a couple of months she was still upset about this.

They have been together ever since their 3rd year where Draco asked her out. They were friends since their second year.

All of it was gone now.

All the memories. The love behind them. Y/N was so in love with him that she didn’t know if she could ever get over him.

As the tears fell on the pillow wetting the surface Y/N knew she would get over him in some time in the future. But in that moment her heart was so broken that she felt like she was dying.

Maybe this was a good thing.

Maybe her and Draco were just never meant to be.

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[weelittleweasley]

what once was mine (g.w.)

prompt as requested by anon: the breakup between you and george weasley was abrupt and shocking. but after you had healed from it, you started dating an unlikely match, draco malfoy. when george hears of your new partner, he decides to send a letter, not to you, but to draco explaining some things. 

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of death, depression, angst

word count: 4.7k

a/n: i literally took this prompt and fucking SPRINTED with it. i’m so sorry i literally RAN WITH IT and i am very very proud of it. an anon told me that they found this request on here from another blog. if anyone knows whos idea this was originally and put it out there, please let me know so i can give them the credit they deserve! 

It was after the war and George was in shambles. Fred, his brother, his twin, his business partner, his best friend, was dead. The image of his dead brother’s body haunted his mind when he closed his eyes. George refused to believe he was gone for good. Two days ago he saw him sitting on the couch of their childhood home, there was no way that he just disappeared like that. It wasn’t fair. The world was playing a cruel joke on him. Was it karma? Was he paying the price for action he didn’t know he committed? Why Fred? 

George just stood in what once was their shared flat in the kitchen, leaning over the kitchen island, head in his hands. Pain and sadness possessed his chest as he tried to not cry for surely the hundredth time that day. Crying wasn’t helping him; it was just making him more sad. George sat up and took a look around their flat, Fred’s things still untouched from the last time he was in the flat. George was afraid to move it, thinking that Fred put those things in those places for a reason and if George touched them or moved them, it would disrupt something. He wished he could freeze time and look at the apartment as it was in this moment, Fred and his thing’s in the apartment, sprawled about the couch and table. A picture of Fred and George in front of the joke shoppe when it first opened, both hugging each other and smiling. All of their dreams came true that day. If he only knew it would be stripped from them a few years later. What a cruel, cruel world. 

His thoughts were interrupted when there were three light knocks on the door. “Georgie? It’s me...please let me in,” your sweet voice called from outside. George’s heart leaped at the sound of your voice and his eyes filled with tears. He knew what he had to do, but he didn’t want to do it. He didn’t have the strength to do it. 

With a sigh, he walked to the door and opened it up to reveal you there, eyes soft when they looked at George. Your heart broke at the sight of George. He was destroyed. “Darling,” you whisper as you look at him. George just gives you a sad smile before motioning for you to come in. 

As George closed the door, you notice that the apartment hadn’t changed one bit since he left it last. You sigh, knowing George too well. “I’m going to move back home for a while to live with Mum and Dad and my siblings for a while. We all need each other right now,” George rubs his face as your heart shatters. You knew how much having his own place, running the joke shoppe, and living the life he planned meant to him. Now since his world has shattered, his dreams had to be paused. 

“Of course,” you shake your head, understanding completely. “And you know you can stay with me if you want as well. My door is always open for you, George.” George’s heart breaks at your words as he gulps, trying to force his tears away. “I want you to take care of yourself...I love you, George. I always have and I always will.”

George takes a deep breath in and closes his eyes, rubbing his face before running his hands through his hair. “(Y/N), we should talk about all of this,” George tries to start. There was no easy way to word this. There was no easy way to do this. There was no way that George could do this and keep you in his life. It was one or the other. 

When George says this, your heart immediately sinks. Those words strung together only meant one thing and you weren’t ready for that. Even though George was going through the unimaginable, you were also suffering. You lost family and friends of your own and George was the only stable thing in your life right now. It was selfish, but right now, you need George to help you through this and you knew he needed you too. This was all true. “George, please, don’t,” you speak, voice cracking, tears filling your eyes.

The sight of you made George feel weak. He turned away to not look at his love crying. This all was so painful. “We need to break up. We both need to take time for ourselves. To heal,” George tries to rationalize with you. You let a sob escape your lips as you cover your mouth to muffle them. George sneaks a look at you and he instantly hates what he said. Your eyes were flooded with tears as they spilled over and streamed down your cheeks. “I am damaged goods right now. I can’t let that effect you.”

“I want to be there for you,” you whisper to George. “I want to help you through this. I want to be someone that you can rely on like you have all these years. Why are you letting me go now when we need each other most?” you grab his hands, holding them close to your heart. George steps closer to you, pressing his body into yours and you cry into his chest. He wraps his arms around you tightly, as if to not let you go when that’s exactly what he was doing. 

George sniffles, “Because I don’t want you to see me enter a dark place. I know it’s bound to happen. But I don’t want you to see me like that. I’m scared that once you do, that’s all you’ll see me as.”

You look up at the tall man. He had grown up before your eyes. George always had a childlike mysticism and a young heart. But this war made him realize that he wasn’t invincible. He wasn’t a student at Hogwarts like he was years prior. George was a man. “I will never think of you like that. I will always think of you as the love of my life,” you tell him as you brush away George’s tears, him leaning into your touch. “But I understand if you need time. If that’s what you need, I respect your wishes.”

The two of you had let each other go and that was the icing on the cake. You didn’t hold back anymore. You let the sob rake through your body, shaking you as George held onto you tightly, crying silently as the two of you held onto each other for dear life. Your face was hot with tears and your stomach felt this sick. This was never your plan. You had such big plans. George had promised marriage months ago after the war was over. He had promised to whisk you away from your normal life and give you a life you had dreamed of. George wanted to take you around the world, showing you the beauty of it. But those plans were now empty promises. Hollow shells of what could have been. 

George looks at you, pulling your face in his hands. “We will be alright. I promise you,” he speaks passionately. “If we can survive a war, we can survive this.” You breathe in jagged breaths. “You are going to live a life that is much better than I could have ever given you.”

“Don’t you dare say that,” you sob.

George shakes his head, “I want you to find someone who can give you the world. I have no doubt that you will find that person and live a very happy life.”

Pushing his hands away from your face lightly, you speak, “No matter who I find, I will never love them like I love you.” George’s heart breaks. “I will never love or care for someone as fiercely as I do for you, George Weasley. That will never change. I will never stop loving you.”

“And I will never stop loving you,” George repeats, pressing your foreheads together. “You will always be mine.”

“And you will always be mine,” you promise him.

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A year had past and much had changed.

You had a job now as a Healer, taking care of the sick and hurt. Your job let you help people like you’ve always wanted. It was stressful, but the amount of joy it brought you was immeasurable. Your job allowed you to live comfortably in a new flat in the heart of London, overlooking the busy city. 

The biggest change was who came into your life. After you and George’s split, you spent a lot of your time as a single woman, six months, focusing on your career and personal goals. You worked hard and most times, worked to distract yourself from the fact that you missed George Weasley something fierce. But as you distracted yourself, you didn’t expect to meet someone new. Rather, re-meet someone.

Seeing Draco Malfoy again was like meeting a whole new person. Draco had turned over a new leaf completely. He was kinder and more gentle. He claimed to have seen the error of his ways when he was a teenager in Hogwarts and had sworn to be a better person after the war when he saw how much hurt and pain his family had put others in. Draco now worked as a Healer like you did at St. Mungo’s. 

What you didn’t expect most of all was to fall in love with Draco. It took you both a while to say something to the other in fear that the other person felt differently. But after a long shift at work and a glass of wine, you both had confessed your feelings to the other. From that moment on, you and Draco’s relationship progressed quickly. Within weeks, you and Draco lived in a new flat, bigger and better than your last in a beautiful part of London. Draco spoiled you tremendously with material things and beautiful vacations. When you had told Draco your dream was to travel the world, he had booked flights everywhere. Throughout Europe to America to Asia, everywhere, you just say the word. Life felt like a dream. Draco gave you everything that you could ever ask for; love, stability, and happiness. 

You loved Draco immensely; it hurt your heart how you loved him. However, there was still a piece of your heart that belonged to that red headed boy. You thought of George Weasley often. How was he? Was he better? Is he happy now? Did he find someone new? Did he make them happy? Did they make him happy? But before you got sentimental, you often cast those thoughts from your mind. 

After another six months of dating Draco, you found yourself wearing a large diamond ring on your left ring finger. You were engaged. Draco had done it when you were in Paris on vacation. You told him you didn’t want a huge romantic gesture, but that still didn’t stop Draco. You were on a park in a small park, but down the path, there were small lights in trees, a small speaker that played your favorite song, and rose petals everywhere that spelt out, Marry Me. You said yes before Draco could even say anything, jumping on him, covering his face in kisses. You were getting married to your love. 

The news of your engagement spread very quickly. You wanted everyone to know that you were happy and in love with Draco. Not to mention, you wanted to get married right away. There was no time to waste. Why wait if you were so certain that you both loved each other and wanted to spend eternity together?

Draco laughed as you happily wrote and send out save the dates to your family and friends. “Darling,” he chuckled. “We’ve been engaged for two weeks! You’re sending out invitations already?” 

He sat next to you on the couch, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek. “It’s not an invitation, just a save the date,” you roll your eyes. “Invitations are being send out in another week,” you speak, making Draco laugh. “I just don’t want to waste time. I want to get our lives started as husband and wife as soon as possible.”

“That sounds perfect to me,” he smiles as you kiss his lips gently. 

You continue to seal envelopes and send out save the dates to everyone. And by everyone, you meant everyone.

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Molly Weasley stood in the kitchen, cooking an early dinner for her family as the rest of the Weasley family was scattered throughout the house. Ron and Ginny argued over quidditch as they usually did on nights like this, Harry laughing as he watched his best friend and new wife arguing over the beloved sport. Hermione helped Molly cut vegetables in the kitchen while George and Arthur fixed a leak in the sink upstairs. 

Sounds of cacophony filled the house, but halted when an owl flew through the window, dropping an envelope in Molly Weasley’s house. “What’s that?” Ron asked. 

“Dunno,” said Molly. “It’s addressed to all of us.” She shows her family the ivory envelope that has Weasley Family written in cursive. Molly opens up the message and starts to read it out to herself. “Oh my stars!”

Hermione looks over Molly’s shoulder and reads the letter and gasps, “She’s getting married!” Hermione giggles as she looks to Molly who beams.

“Hello? Who is getting married? Would you mind sharing?” Ron asks, not liking being left out of the merriment. Molly hands him the invitation as Ron reads it out to the rest of the group. “Dear Weasley Family and Potter,” Ron laughs as Harry rolls his eyes. “Please save the date. On the fourteenth of May at 6pm sharp, join us for the wedding of (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Draco Malfoy.” Everyone’s eyes widen when Ron finished reading. “Bloody hell.”

Ginny looks to Harry, “I didn’t that their relationship was that serious.” Harry shrugs, not knowing the answer either. When Draco told Harry that you two were seeing other, he didn’t think much of it. No reflection on either of you, but Harry assumed that you would always find your way back to George.

Ron scoffs, “You didn’t think it was that serious? I didn’t know they were together!” Hermione rolls her eyes. “You knew?! You didn’t tell me!”

Hermione defends herself, “What do you mean? We had them over for dinner a few months ago! What did you think they were? Just friends living together?”

Ron rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair, knowing that he was in the wrong. “Well, that’s beside the point. I’m glad they’re happy. They deserve it after everything they have been though.”

“Agreed. A wedding! How exciting!” Hermione gushes as Molly smiles beside her.

“Whose getting married?” George’s voice calls out as he walks down the stairs, Arthur not far behind. 

Everyone freezes when they see George, not knowing who should break the news that the girl he was in love with months ago was getting married. Ron immediately leaves the room, not wanting anything to do with the situation, Harry following suit. Molly, Ginny, and Hermione all look at each other, silently deciding who should tell him. “Um,” Ginny starts. “We received a letter. That, um, Draco Malfoy is getting married.”

George nods his head, “That’s good news. I hope the bloke is well. Who is the poor gal getting married to him?”

Ginny gulps and looks to her mother to do the hard part. Molly sighs and looks at her son. “Draco is marrying (Y/N), George. They’re getting married on the 14th of May,” Molly hands him the invitation that rests on the coffee table.

George’s heart sinks to his stomach and his face goes pale. There was no way that this was happening. Sure, you two had broken up a while back, but that didn’t mean that George was over you. George missed you with every passing moment, his heart yearning for you, your gaze, your touch. He read the invite feverishly, running his fingers over what was clearly your penmanship. “May 14th? That’s in two weeks,” he looks to his mother who looks at him sadly. George looks back at the invite. “And she invited all of us? She invited me?” 

Everyone just looks at each other, not knowing what to say. Ginny sighs, “I’m so sorry, Georgie.”

He nods his head, “Yeah, me too. Excuse me.” George drops the invitation and walks up the stairs to his room. It was at times like this where he wished Fred was here to comfort him. Fred would know exactly what to say or what to do. But Fred wasn’t here. 

George laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how you could fall in love so fast and get married in the blink of an eye. You and George were together for four years. You and Draco were together for six months. He didn’t know you like George did. He didn’t know you to the extent that George did. George knew everything about you; what you loved, what you hated, what made you tick, what kept you up at night. And that’s when it hit him.

George sprung from his bed and to his desk, grabbing a piece of parchment and his quill and began.

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Draco sat next to you in bed as you read quietly to yourselves when there was a tap at the window in the next room. “I’ll get it, love,” Draco said, rising from the bed. You smiled at your fiancee as he left the room to check on what was going on.

In the living room, an owl perched on the window sill with a letter in his mouth. “Thank you,” Draco smiled at the owl as it shook its head before flying away. Draco looks at the letter and sees his name on the red envelope. Draco slowly opened the envelope to see a folded up piece of parchment. As he unfolded it, he began to read the contents of the letter.

Malfoy,

First off, I would like to offer my congratulations to you on your engagement to (Y/N). I can only imagine that you two are scrambling to get the wedding ready for the next week. But enjoy it, cause you only have one wedding day.

I know that my timing is off, but I decided I better do it now rather than never do it at all. It’s odd, I know, but this will not only help me get her out of my mind, but help you when you need it most. 

(Y/N) is the most special woman in the world. I’m sure you know that, but in case you forgot, I’m here to remind you that you have the best woman who will soon be your wife. Something I dreamed of doing one day. 

That being said, your time with her has been short in comparison to the times that we shared and here are some things that I have learned about her that I thought I should share. 

When she is upset, give her space. She needs time to breathe and be with her thoughts before she tells you about them. Just give her time and space and she’ll eventually come around to you and ask you for your company. When she does, make sure you have a hot cup of tea ready and a blanket. She likes to cuddle and needs something warm. Listen to what she says and promise that you’ll be there for her. After you two talk, she’ll probably ask to watch a movie of some kind. Put on a romantic movie. She’ll tell you she doesn’t like them, but she does. She has a couple of favorites, too.

When she is angry, let her take it out. If she keeps in all bundled in, she’ll explode one day without knowing it. Tell her it’s okay to scream or yell or punch a pillow. She’ll calm down after a few minutes and take a nap. Make sure you put socks on her feet because they usually get cold.

(Y/N) doesn’t like it when she’s alone, so if you are leaving for a trip, make sure she has a companion that can check up on her or hang out with her. If you’re gone on a trip, bring her back one of those cheap keychains. She collects them. She’ll like it. Especially if it has her name on it, too.

(Y/N) loves black tea and green tea. She takes the black with milk and honey and the green tea plain. Don’t let her drink more than two cups of coffee a day or else she gets too wired. Her favorite flavour of ice cream is mint chocolate chip, but she won’t reject any flavour. 

If you go to the beach, stay until sundown. She likes to watch the sunset fade into the horizon and wrap herself in the blanket. It’s a tradition she and her father used to do when she was a child. She loves the beach, but hates the sand. Strange, I know, but I always thought it was charming.

She usually forget to put a new roll of toilet paper on the hanger when the other is finished, so be mindful of that. It’ll drive you mad after a few months, but you’ll get used to it. And she also has a favorite brand of body wash. It smells of rose and vanilla and you can only get it at one shoppe in the city. I forget the brand name, but it comes in purple packaging. Buy her that, she runs out of it often.

Dance with her. Please. She always complained that I never slow danced with her enough. I was always too silly for her. But she loves to slow dance. Put on the radio and dance with her. It doesn’t matter where you are. But dance with her. I don’t care who is watching. Neither does she. Just dance with her and make her feel like you are the only one watching her. 

I should have told her that I loved her more. I told her every day, but even that wasn’t enough. Tell her every moment that you can, even if it annoys her. Make her feel loved. Let her know she is loved. Because, Godric, she deserves to be loved. She is brilliant. She is the moon, the star, and the whole damned sky. And you better love her better than I have ever loved her. Or else she’ll slip through your fingertips and you won’t even notice until she’s gone.

I don’t want to lie and say that I am happy about your engagement, but I will be happy if she’s happy. Please treat her the way she deserves to be treated. Love her with every fiber, every cell within you. And, for the love of Godric, don’t let her go like I did.

I don’t know if I’ll be in attendance to the wedding, but if I don’t show up, tell her that she looks beautiful for me. I know she will. Even if I am there, tell her is beautiful. Tell her she is beautiful each time someone else says it. It’s her special day. 

Best of luck to the both of you. I wish you every happiness together and I hope you live long lives together. Take care of the girl who used to be mine. 

Warmly,

George Weasley

As Draco finishes reading the letter, he isn’t angry. He isn’t sad. He is happy to know that there is someone else out there who wants the absolute best for his future wife. Draco smiles at the letter and sighs, “Thank you, George. I’ll do my best.” Draco then folds the letter and tucks it away in his pocket. Draco thinks to himself about how hard it must have been for George when he heard the news of Draco and (Y/N)’s engagement, but he dismisses the thought after realizing that (Y/N) was probably wondering where he was.

Draco walks back into the bedroom and you look at your future husband with a smile. “Was it an owl?” you ask as Draco nods. “From who?”

Draco smiles, “An old friend. Wishing us lots of love and luck in our marriage.”

“How kind,” you beam. “Are they coming to the wedding?”

“I don’t know,” Draco shrugs, genuinely not knowing the answer. You furrow your brows, confused at the answer given. “It’s not important though, darling. I’ve taken care of it.” 

You nod your head gently and close your book as you watch Draco change for bed. He takes off his pants shirt before walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind him as you hear the shower run. 

Impulsively, you spring to your feet and grab Draco’s pants, digging into the contents of his pockets, knowing your fiancee well enough to know that he stuffed the letter in there. In his right pocket, there is parchment and you pull it out, feverishly pulling out the letter and opening it up. 

You scan the paper and you feel your heart sink as you recognize the writing. “George,” you whisper as tears fill your eyes. You read his words and your mind reels and goes fuzzy. It was obvious that George still loved you after all this time. It was evident in your words. Every word written with care and love that radiated into your soul. “My George,” you whisper as a tear rolls down your cheek as you stroke the paper. 

The sound of the shower stops and you shove the letter back into Draco’s pants, springing back into the bed, and wiping away your tears as if nothing happened. Draco emerges with fresh pajamas and wet hair. “Bedtime?” Draco asks with a soft smile. You nod gently as Draco climbs into bed with you. “I love you, darling. So much. I can’t wait to be yours and you to be mine forever.”

“I love you, too, Draco.”

Draco smiles and turns off the light, wrapping his arm around your waist as you sit in bed, thinking of George’s words on that parchment. He still loved you. You were engaged to another. Your heart loved Draco. But your heart belonged to George. Was that possible? It had to be, this feeling in your chest when you thought of George just confirmed it.

You think of that last night with George when you broke up, crying in his arms. His words haunting you, “I will never stop loving you. You will always be mine.” How his words rang true. You did belong to him. If only things were different. You could run to George and tell him you still loved him. That the life you once had you wanted back. How you were still his and always would be until death do you both part. 

But the thought of leaving Draco made your stomach churn and your heart ache. Draco found you and picked you up when you were low and showed you a second chance at love. He gave you everything you wanted. Love, a home, stability, kindness, and strength. Draco was your everything. Your sun and moon. And you knew it rang true for him. The ring on your finger proved it.

With a sigh, you close your eyes and tune out your thoughts. What was in the past was in the past. It was over. It was time for something new and that something new was Draco. Even though you loved Draco, a piece of you would be attached to George. And that would be enough.

On the other hand, George laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if Draco even read his letter. If he showed it to you. Or if he kept it a secret. What was happening in London? All questions George would never get the answer to. Sighing, George spoke to himself, “It’s over, George. It’s done. The battle has been fought and you lost. Time to move on.”

And so you both did. 

#george weasley imagine #george weasley #Fred and George #george weasley x #george weasley x reader #george wealsey imagine #george weasley x reader imagine #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you #Harry Potter #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfic #Harry Potter Smut #george imagine #george weasley angst

[strawberri-blonde]

Amortentia - Fred Weasley

Summary: Your classic enemies to lovers.

Warning: Curse words.

Feeling the piece of paper hit your face for what felt like the Millionth time; your tolerance was long worn down. You went to grab your wand but Hermione stopped you by resting her hands into your wrist but it didn’t stop the anger that was filling your soul as you looked over at the Weasley twins. “Y/n, no.” The twins laughed as they saw the glare upon your face.

“Merlin, I’ll gulge your eyes out with my wand, Fred!” The older twin chuckled making George share a laugh as well. Heat filled your face and reached your ears making it feel as if steam was coming out. Hermione saw the anger that resisted in your expression and slowly took your wand from your grip worried for the Weasleys.

“I’d like to see you try sweetheart.” An aggravated  squeal left your lips causing the whole class to turn in the direction of the two tables earning the attention of a certain Professor. The twins kept laughing while Hermione nudge you to the front of the class where Professor McGonagall resigned with a stern look.

“If the two of you are done flirting, then it’s time to get back to the lesson.” You instantly felt your cheeks overflow in a deep red while Fred tried to cover his embarrassment with a light smirk but George didn’t fall for his tricks. He bump his shoulder against Fred’s making the boy blush before shoving his brother back somewhat harder. “Boys.”

“Sorry, Professor.” After the Weasleys apologied McGonagall stared them down for one last time before continuing.

Shaking away your insecurities, you grabbed onto the your quill and began to concentrate on today’s lesson while mumbling out, “idiots.”

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You clenched your books in your hand as you glided down the halls with ease, your mind was so concentrated on the fact that lunch was going to be served soon that you didn’t notice the human being that you bumped into. “Oh, I’m sorr-”

“Watch it mugblood.”

Your breath got caught in your throat as the insult spewed from the blondes lips. Tears started to form but you wouldn’t dare let that snake see you cry. Before you could respond someone grabbed your shoulders and moved you to stand behind them. “Why don’t you shut your mouth Malfoy before I make sure you can’t speak again.”

Draco let out a laugh making his minions do the same while you looked up at Fred in confusion. Why was he helping you? “What a Weasley, trying to shield a mugblood. Makes sense.” You tensed at the harsh word again, causing the red head to fume. “Your whole family should be qualified as mugblood yourselves I mean-” Draco’s word were literally caught in his throat as Fred stepped forward with his long legs and wrapped his lanky but strong hands around the pure bloods throat.

Your eyes increased in size and worry filled your soul but not for Draco, who was getting his windpipe crushed, but surprisingly for Fred. He could get in so much trouble. When the minions saw the scary expression on his face they ran away too scared to turn up like Draco. “Fred.” You clasped his robes into your hands and tried to yank onto the fabric as hard as you could but the boy was like a rock. “Fred let him go.” What sounded like whimpers left Draco’s mouth as Fred seemed to ignore you completely. “Please.” Hearing your plea, the Weasley turned towards you and looked at your defeated expression and softened his gaze. Letting out a sigh, he dropped the boy to the floor with no hesitation.

“If you ever,” he continued as he bent down to Draco’s level. “Speak to Y/n again. I won’t stop.” Your heart raced at his words and you stood perfectly still as Fred straightened his posture and put a hand behind your back to motion you away from the mess he made. His touch was so gentle that if you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t feel it.

As you both turned the corner, you clenched your books towards your chest. “Thank you for that, but I had it covered.” Fred let out a laugh and bumped into you slightly to joke around.

“Oh, I bet, but I really wanted to strangle that swamp arse.” Rolling your eyes you stepped onto the staircase and before you could grab the hand rail, the motion of it moving caused you to fall into his arms. “Darn, Y/n I didn’t figure you the type of girl to fall in a boys arms.” Hearing the cockiness, you pushed off him and took a step up and gripped the rail into your hand. Once the stair was set, you walked up the top and greet the portrait of the singing fat lady. Her silk pink dress flowed as she turned to look at the two of you and her eyes widen. “Pass- bloody, you two are standing beside one another and aren’t arguing?” You blushed whiled Fred laughed out the password.

“Caput Draconis.” With confusion in her painted eyes, she opened the door to the Gryffindor common room. Comfort washed over as you took in the cinnamon scent and saw the warm fire. “Maybe I’ll save you a seat in the dining hall.” You blushed as you looked down at your feet before looking at at the handsome man. “Can’t have anyone ruffling your feathers but me.”

You smirked and nodded your head, “but you huh.”

“Yeah.” Fred stuffed his hands in his pockets to stand a little taller. “But me.”

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Ever since that day you and Fred and been a little more civil with one another... Okay, a lot more civil. At first so many people thought you both were joking; that it was some big prank because after all the years of straight arguing all of a sudden you like each other?

You let the huff escape from your lips as you went over the potion you were going to do in Professor Snape’s class but Fred wasn’t doing much help as he stuffed his face with countless of chocolate frogs. Giving the boy a sharp look, Fred laughed at your expression. “What?”

“You’re making a mess.” You closed the spell book while Fred bit off the head of the chocolate figure. “You’re going to get chocolate everywhere.”

A mischievous smirk made its way to the Weasleys face as he turned to you. “Oh you mean like this.” You gasped at he wiped some milk chocolate onto your noise without thinking of the consequences. “Or this.” You mouth closed its gap and instead an ‘are you serious,’ expression took its place as he wiped a line of chocolate on your right cheek. “What about this?” You sighed as he now spread the dark sweetness to your left cheek.

“You done yet.” Fred tilted his head and squinted his eyes and clicked his tongue against his cheek. He lifted his thumb and slowly pressed it on your bottom lip, teasingly sliding it across making your breath get caught in your throat. You both seemed to be in a trance as your eyes never left his and all of his attention was on your lips.

The room grew hot as your hearts race from the need of each other. Slowly you slipped the tip of your tongue out and licked away the sweetness and took his thumb into your warm and wet mouth. Fred had to clench the couch cushions to surpress himself from pouncing on you. The way you swirled your tongue around his thumb sent him in a frenzy. Seeing his eyes darkened from hunger you let him go with a pop. “How should I get the rest off?” Fred went to reach for your waist but the door to the common room opened with Harry, Ron and George coming in. You pushed Fred away from you sending him to the floor and your cheeks were flooded red from embarrassed that you let your hormones take over your mind like that.

The three boys looked at you two in confusion and Ron was the first to speak. “Y/n, why do you have chocolate all over your face and Fred, bloody hell mate. Get off the floor.” Fred sat up with a huff and George started to laugh quickly understand his frustration and you became a blubbering mess.

“Um, I-I um...” you got chocked up and gestured towards your spell book. “We, um... I-I.” And just like that you took off disguarding your supplies and ran up to your room hoping to hide away from embarrassment.

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“So Ron told me about last night.” You rolled your eyes as you added ingredients to the spell.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You whispered back checking to make sure Professor Snape wasn’t looking because you really didn’t feel like getting yelled at by him today.

“Um, huh.” Hermione squinted her eyes and let a smirk take over as you pulled away from the spell and reached for your book but then you remembered how you left your book in the common room.

“Past.” Like as if he could read your mind Fred held your book in the air and waved it around making you giggle. You reached out to snatch it but the Weasley lifted it higher making you stick your tongue out to him.

“Freddie, give it.” This was the first time you’ve given him the nickname and it made him almost cave in.

“Come and get it.” You rolled your eyes at his words and looked to make sure Snape wasn’t looking before ever so slowly getting up from your seat to grab your book but right as you were about to snatch it, you stepped on a weak board having it squeak. In a flash Severus Snape turned in your direction having you look like a deer caught in head lights.

“What are you doing Ms. Y/l/n?”

“Um.” You mumbled not liking having everyone’s eyes on you.

“It’s my fault, Professor.” Fred stood up and gestured towards her book. “I took her book and Y/n was just trying to get it back.”

“Why is it?” He questioned stepping closer to the pair. “Every time there’s a noise or argument it’s from you two. Granger.” Hermione snapped her head up giving her attention to the older man. “Switch seats with Mr. Weasley.”

“Um which one sir?” Snape snapped a glare in Fred’s direction.

“Mr. Weasley you will sit in Ms. Granger’s seat and partner with Y/n and you two will learn to exist together and not argue.” Confusion went around the room because everyone took notice as to how great Y/n and Fred have gotten along. I guess Snape didn’t get the memo.

You shyly say back down and waved Hermione bye and internal screamed when Fred took a seat to your right. “Alright, everyone get back to the potion.”

Fred bumped you shoulder and handed you your book to which you took with a smile and opened it to the page you needed. “What are we making anyway?”

Shaking your head, you mumbled out. “Poor Hermione.” You added the last ingredient and began to stir. “It’s Amortentia it spells like whatever you’re attracted to.” You pushed Fred’s chest and laughed. “But with all of your cologne I can’t smell anything.” Fred rolled his eyes playfully and pulled you into him.

“First of all I could say the same Y/n, I mean did you broke the whole bottle on yourself and second, I was in a rush so I couldn’t put my cologne on only my deodorant.”

You two laughed at each other saying how the other is lying when Snape raisies his voice at the two. “You’re smelling each other from the Amortentia you idiots.” And just like that your smiles dropped and you both stared intimately at one another.

“If we weren’t in class right now I’d so kiss you.” Fred widen his eyes then signaled to George. Hermione looked worried as George pulled out some random vile from his robes and poured it into the potion. Green mist sprung loose and this horrible smell filled everyone’s noses. Fred grabbed you’re books along with his with one hand and grabbed your wrist with the other to pull you out the class. You couldn’t stop laughing at Fred pulled you down the halls and he dropped your books to grab your cheeks into his large hands.

As your eyes met, and heavy breathes collided you both smiled widely at one another. You were the first to make your move as you stood on your tippy toes and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him down for the kiss. Fred caresses your skin as he felt your soft plump lips move heavenly against his thin ones. Heat pooled between the two as the kiss deepened. Fred licked the bottom of your lip for entrance and instead of accepting you pulled back with a giggle and grabbed his hands and pulled him behind you guiding him through the halls laughter filling wherever y’all went. Once when two reach the Gryffindor commons rooms laughter did appear once or twice but it was mostly filled with your sounds of passionate love.

#hogwarts imagine #hogwarts #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred and george #fred and goerge weasley #weasley imagine

[vivianweasley]

Someone Better (Chapter 1)

Summary: You thought Draco was going to be there for the rest of your life, but the war changed everything. After the war, you were trying to find yourself, but it seemed like you have found Fred Weasley first.

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Fem!Reader, Draco Malfoy X Fem!Reader

Warnings: a little bit of angst, mention of war, anxiety, poor writing

Word count: 1.9K

A/N: There are probably two more chapters and Draco is going to come back later? Fun (boring?) fact: “High Hopes” is actually another Fred fic I’m working on right now lol. Anyways, hope you guys would like it! 

Prologue  Chapter 2  Epilogue

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The war finally ended with Potter defeating Voldemort. You survived, Draco survived, and that was all that mattered to you. What happened in the past and what would happen in the future didn’t matter anymore.

You still had trouble sleeping even after the war. The smell of blood mixed with dust and the sound of old classmates screaming would still invade your dreams. The memories of how fear was growing in every corner of Hogwarts during your last two years of school still haunted you. But you guess you could still find comfort knowing that no one could hurt Draco now.

After graduating from Hogwarts, you found a job at Flourish and Blotts and life was peaceful. Comparing to your time at Hogwarts when you had to worry about death eaters and Draco’s safety, your life right now seemed too peaceful to be true. 

You were walking around in Diagon Alley after work today and you found yourself stopping in front of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. This was probably the loudest and most eye-catching shop in the entire Diagon Alley, but for some reasons, you’ve never walked inside before.

You pushed open the door and felt like you have entered a different world. All kinds of strange little things were flying around in the shop. Some would even blow up in the sky like fireworks.

Fireworks. Memories from fifth year started to flood your brain. This shop’s owners blew up the school with fireworks and Draco was so pissed. He held you in his arms and complained for hours. Now that you thought back on it, it was probably the last time that he had talked for so long to you before you two separated.

You felt a sore sensation in your nose and the next thing you knew was tears running down your cheeks. Oh no, this is embarrassing. You immediately turned around and ran for the exit.

“Wait!” 

You heard someone calling you and turned around to see one of the Weasley twins. 

He was looking at you surprised, “I’ve never seen anyone cry in my shop before. That means I’m not doing my job right. So before you go, do you mind giving me a suggestion on how to improve?”

“Oh no, no, you are doing your job perfectly. I’m just...I’m just tired! I was just yawning.”

But he looked more shocked, “Blimey that’s even worse! Does that mean you think my shop is boring?”

You were still trying to come up with an excuse, but you heard a boy screaming behind the man in front of you. The boy looked like he was inflated and was now floating around in the shop like a balloon. And this scene simply made you chuckle.

“I guess my shop isn’t so boring after all, is it?” he smiled proudly as you nodded.

He held out his hand, “Fred Weasley.”

You shook his hand, “(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”

“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), I believe you need some joy in your life. So if you think your current job is too depressing, we are looking for new recruits!”

“Thank you for the offer. I’ll consider that.”

Fred wasn’t lying. He has never seen anyone who just walked into his joke shop and started crying. Well, if you don’t count the people who were crying and demanding compensation because a joke went overboard. 

He knew you. You were Draco Malfoy’s girlfriend, even though he never really understood why a girl like you would date Malfoy. But if you were Malfoy’s girlfriend, that means you were probably a prick just like him, right?

The first time Fred had noticed you was when he saw you smiling after he and George pranked a Slytherin. He thought you looked pretty smiling, but he has seen many pretty girls, so he quickly forgot about that faint smile.

But you were crying in his joke shop today. And Fred realized you were also pretty when you were crying. This scene was forever fixed in his mind since today. 

Why were you crying? It looked like you were so lost and sad that you didn’t even realize you were crying. What could be the reason behind all this? 

Fred was dying to know why.

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The next time Fred saw you was when he was walking pass Flourish and Blotts during his lunch break. You were wearing a uniform and were reading a book by the window. There was a trolley behind you and books were piled on it. Fred assumed that you were supposed to put those books on the shelves, but you were too focused on the book in your hand that you forgot you were working. 

Your brows were furrowed and you were biting your lower lip. You were reading so intently that Fred was pretty sure you didn’t know where you were anymore and he found that really cute.

“So this is where you work. Pretty depressing if you ask me.”

You were startled by the sudden intruder. You closed your book. “Weasley,” you tried to regain your calm and nodded politely at him.

“Are you slacking off? Then I’m glad that I didn’t hire you.”

Now you were a bit annoyed by him. You waved your wand and the books on the trolley started flying around and eventually landing on their designated shelves.

Fred grabbed one of the books that were floating around, which happened to be the one you were just reading. “High Hopes? What’s this about?”

He flipped the book around to read the summary, but you immediately reached out your hand to take the book back. However, your height was at a disadvantage. He just raised his hand and you couldn’t reach it at all.

“Give it back!” You were flushed because you didn’t want a stranger to know that you were reading a romance novel. It’s not like you felt embarrassing about reading romance novel, but you just didn’t want others to see your emotional and soft side. 

After jumping for a few seconds, you suddenly realized that the man in front of you was actually enjoying this. You felt your face heating up. At this point, you couldn’t tell if that was because you were angry or embarrassed or both. You raised your wand, “Accio!” 

Fred found your expressions absolutely adorable. You were just jumping around trying to reach for the book like a kid, but all of a sudden you were raising your wand and looking like you were confiscating his toy. 

“What if I want to buy this book?”

“It’s not for sale!”

“That’s not how you run your business, is it?”

“It’s out of stock!”

“But...”

“Because I just bought them all!”

Fred was laughing because of your reaction, “Fine, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t try to pry into your privacy.”

You nodded, “Yep.”

“So in order to apologize, how about I buy you a lunch?”

You didn’t know what to reply. Your first reaction was to turn down his offer, but you couldn’t find a good reason to. After graduating, you haven’t had the chance to hangout with your old friends. One reason was that seeing your old Hogwarts friends would remind you of the terrifying memories of your last years at Hogwarts. Another reason was because most of your friends were you and Draco’s mutual friends and you felt weird hanging out with them after your break up.

“Sure,” you finally made up your mind. It would be nice to have a friend here at Diagon Alley, you thought. Plus, your new friend was really good-looking. 

The lunch went better than what you both expected. 

Fred was surprised. You were nothing like what he expected before. Even though you would sometimes roll your eyes when he did something stupid, but you still laughed at his jokes and you remembered many of his epic pranks back at Hogwarts. Merlin, you even gave him comments and suggestions on how to improve.

“Blimey! You were nothing like Malfoy!” Fred joked. 

But you froze when you heard the name. 

He was right. You were different.You and Draco wanted and valued different things, and maybe that was why you two were never meant to be. 

“Yea, you’re right.”

“Y/N, I...” Fred was insensitive, but he could tell from your frozen expression that he probably said something wrong. Oh Merlin, what should he say now? Say that he’s sorry? What if that made you more uncomfortable?

“The lunch was delicious and I had fun today! But I probably need to get back to work now. Thank you!” You grabbed your bag and left before Fred could say anything.

“What a genius.” Fred was disappointed at himself. He was just beginning to get to know you, but he ruined it.

For the entire next week, Fred would walk over to Flourish and Blotts during his lunch break. He wanted to walk up to you and apologize, but he didn’y know how. Whenever you were looking at his direction, he would immediately hide away. 

Honestly, Fred didn’t even know what he was so afraid of. And if it was the normal Fred Weasley, he would just pretend like nothing ever happened and keep pestering you like before. Or he could just forget that you two ever met. You were never really friends anyways. 

But he was just scared that he might mess things up with you.

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Two weeks later, when Fred was stepping out of the joke shop and preparing to grab something to eat, he ran into you.

“Oh hey Fred!” you waved at him. 

You were waiting for him. You felt stupid running away like that last time. To be honest, you didn’t even know why you ran away. Were you scared to talk about your past? Scared to talk about Draco? Or just scared to open up? You wanted to make amends for running away last time and you’ve finally packed up enough courage to do so today. 

At the moment, many thoughts ran across Fred’s mind:

Does this mean that she’s not mad at me? And did she just call me Fred? Instead of Weasley? Wait, how did she know I’m Fred? Not George?

“Oh I’m not Fred. I’m George! Fred is inside.” He lied, not sure if he was lying to prank you, or to buy him some time to think of what to say regarding what happened last time.

But you giggled, “Fred please, I’ve ran into you so many times. And we’ve had a lunch together. I can tell who you are.”

Fred was surprised. Even his mother would mix up him and George sometimes, but you made it sound so simple and you sounded so sure.

“You bought me a lunch last time, so I wanted to buy you a lunch too. Do you think you have time today?” you said so as if you were reading off your notes. It was monotone and had no stops. 

Fred chuckled. Either you practiced saying this sentence too many times, or you just haven’t asked anyone out in a very long time. But either ways, Fred found that adorable.

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You two went from buying each other lunch to buying dinners and drinks. Fred introduced you to many of his family members and friends, including Harry, Hermione, and Ron. You realized that the trio were not like what you thought, and they thought the same about you.

You also found it easier to open up now and you were having fewer nightmares.

“You are smiling more now,” said your shop manager.

“What?”

“Ever since you started hanging out with that Weasley boy, you are smiling more.” She said so matter-of-factly, “I think I’ve never seen you smile when you first came to the book shop.”

Your manager was right. You were indeed smiling more. You would like to believe that you were a happy person, but so much has happened during your last two years of school. You’ve seen so much tragedy and you’ve lost too much. Merlin, you’ve even lost yourself. 

You knew you were gradually beginning to heal. But you’ve never realized what was the reason behind this, or who.

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unrequited (draco malfoy/ cedric diggory series)

PROMPT: You and Cedric grew up together. After the tragedy of the Triwizard Tournament, you’re left feeling empty without your best friend. Draco Malfoy steps into the picture. Will the feelings be reciprocated? Or will it be unrequited?

WARNINGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, angst, fluff, sadness??? 

PAIRING: draco malfoy x reader and cedric diggory x reader; hufflepuff reader

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PART 12

Draco didn’t realize you never returned those words until he saw you flinch when he said it. 

The two of you were outside in the meadows, watching the leaves grow on the branches of the trees. It’s been a good week for Draco. He only woke up in the middle of the night three times this week and he fell asleep only an hour after waking. He didn’t tell you that, though. He’s been trying to stay away from you during those hours of the night, afraid that you were going to grow tired of him, or worse already growing tired of him. He would often just lay in bed, eyes closed, counting backwards from 100 while holding his finger that housed the ring you gave him. It worked, although sometimes he had to repeat his counts. 

But he began to miss you beside him. He was always cold at night and you were always so warm when you cuddled into his side. Whenever you were next to him, he found no use for the blanket on the corner of the bed. You were enough. You were more than enough. 

Because he’s been trying to be more independent, he hasn’t seen you as much as he’d like, so the nights that were reserved for you, him, and the meadow, were his favorite nights. You were laying on his chest, a smile playing on your lips as he talked about the few fun memories he remembered from his childhood. He talked about Dobby and how he missed the elf the past holiday season. He playfully cursed Harry for freeing the elf but you knew he was just kidding by the way he was smiling fondly as he spoke. 

“I saw him at Diagon Alley when I picked up your presents.” He mentioned, remembering the cheery elf who skipped towards him when he recognized Draco. “He seemed happier.” 

“I’m sure he is.” 

Draco mumbled in agreement, kissing your forehead. He saw you close your eyes, love pouring from his stare as he watched you slowly drift to sleep. Your breathing slowed a bit, heart rate steadying. He placed his lips by the shell of your ear, “I love you.” 

I love you, three words that made you feel sick to your stomach. You pretended to be asleep so you didn’t have to say anything back.

He gulped when he saw you flinch. It was for a brief second, he almost didn’t catch it, but he did. Your face twisted into a grimace when he said those three words. You stiffened in his arms, breath pausing. Draco could feel his heart chipping in his chest. He may have not known what love is, what love is supposed to look like, but he knew someone wouldn’t respond that way to another person’s declaration of love if they felt the same way. He tried to steady himself, keeping in mind that you were still laying on his chest and if he were to move, you’d stir awake and you’d be faced with an awkward and uncomfortable conversation. He wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet. 

Did you not love him? He began to think back, remembering the first time he told you he loved you. It was the night he told you about his dark mark. He remembered saying it so softly, almost inaudible, and you didn’t respond. You just kissed his skin until he stopped crying. Maybe you just didn’t hear him the first time. 

Then he thought about when he passed by you to get to his seat in Potions. He slowed his stride when he reached your seat, tapping three times on the wooden desk to get your attention. You looked up at him, blush evident on your cheeks when you saw the ring sitting proudly on his finger. He mouthed, “I love you,” before turning away. He didn’t hear you say it back but the yellow light from his ring seemed to be enough then. 

He thought about the time you two sat with Myrtle, telling her about your relationship. You both needed to tell someone, the stress of keeping everything a secret becoming too much for the two of you. You decided that Myrtle was your best bet. Myrtle teased that the two of you were in love and Draco confirmed the sentiment with a confident, “I do love her.” You, on the other hand, just kissed his lips. Maybe you knew that he would lose his train of thought once you kissed him. 

Draco realized then that after all those times that he told you he loved you, you never once said it back. Not wanting to expose you to another one of his breakdowns, he shook you awake, getting up before you could fully comprehend what was going on. “It’s getting late.” 

“Huh?” You rubbed your eyes, looking at the sky. It couldn’t have been later than midnight. You and Draco often stayed out there until dawn. You turned to him to ask what was happening but he already disappeared from his spot. He was halfway to the passageway already. Shocked, you jogged to catch up to him. You reached for his elbow, flinching when he pulled away. “What’s wrong?”

“Just need some rest.” 

You frowned, unable to hide the hurt on your face, “Oh, okay.” 

The rest of the way back to the garden was silent. He held out his wand for light to guide you both through the passageway, a few, hesitant, looks over his shoulder to make sure you were alright behind him. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to radiate more body heat. Draco usually gave you his sweater to wear on the way back. 

Once you reached the door, he pushed it open, lowering his wand. He got out first and offered his hand for you to take. You placed your hand in his palm, allowing him to guide you out. You stood in front of him, silent, as he looked between your face and his shoes. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Draco, stop.” You gripped his upper arm, pulling him back. “What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Dra-”

“Ms. Y/LN,” A voice boomed from across the garden. As they emerged from the dark, it became evident who it was. Snape. Fuck, you thought. “Mr. Malfoy. May I ask what’s going on here? Where are the two of you coming from?”

You froze, realizing that the secret passageway was now exposed. You looked at Draco, mind racing. “I- We- uh..”

“It’s my fault, professor.” Draco spoke up, walking closer to Snape. “I dragged her out here. I invited her.” 

Snape looked at him unconvinced, but nodded anyway, “Very well. Twenty points from Slytherin and fifteen points from Hufflepuff. Mr. Malfoy return to your dormitory now. Ms. Y/L/N, a word.” 

“Okay, professor.” You replied, lowering your head in shame. 

Draco looked at you one last time, offering a sad smile, before starting to walk towards the boys’ dormitories. Snape stopped him before he passed him. He leaned close to Draco, seriousness in his voice, “Mr. Malfoy I sure hope you’re not forgetting your mission. I would hate to think that you’ve allowed a girl to distract you.” 

Draco clenched his jaw, harshly pulling away from Snape. He hastily wiped a tear from his face as he marched to the dormitories, leaving you and Snape in the garden. Snape motioned for you to follow him, and you did, albeit reluctantly. You stopped in front of the room where he kept all the ingredients for various potions. You’ve seen it, once or twice, when you helped the twins with a few pranks. 

Snape called for you to enter the room, shutting the door behind you. It was bigger than you imagined. In the middle sat a chair, surrounded by jars of random things. He ordered you to sit, nearly shoving you into the seat with how impatient he was. 

“Professor, wha-”

Before you could even ask a question, Snape raised his wand and uttered a spell. His words were too fast for you to realize what was going on. It wasn’t until you felt a sting in your head that you realized what he was doing. He was in your head. 

You tried to fight him at first but he was far too powerful for you to counter. He easily slipped past any walls you tried to build up and he scoured your head, looking and searching for something, but you weren’t quite sure what. Like a movie, flashes of your life began to pass behind your eyelids. Your parents, the muggle world, your father leaving, your mother leaving, Mr. Diggory telling you that they’re both gone the minute he found out, all of it came flooding in. You struggled against the chair, not realizing he bound you to it. You thrashed around, discomfort filling your head. 

And then he stopped searching. He let one memory play and you whimpered as you watched it unfold. It was Cedric. Young Cedric. It was the night after you found out your parents died. He snuck out of his room and sat across from you in the living room, handing you tissues as you sobbed into the pillow. His father was asleep in the room upstairs but Cedric couldn’t sleep because he heard your cries echoing throughout the house. 

His hands were so small against your back. He was rubbing your back up and down, trying to soothe you as you cried. You leaned against him and he awkwardly put his arm around you, not knowing what to do as he’s never been this close to a girl before. But then he felt you collapse under him, in utter despair as you questioned where you’d be living and if you would still have connections with the Wizard World now that your only relatives were Muggles, and he knew exactly what he needed to do. 

He nudged you and placed his hand out with his pinky outstretched. You linked your pinky with his, wiping your nose with your unoccupied hand. He smiled, “I promise to be your best friend forever.” 

“I promise too.” 

The pain came back. You yelled as Snape began to dig deeper. It was like your memories were sorted into files and he was just taking his pick, wanting to see what is in your head. He stopped at a memory from when you were 13 years old. It was the summertime and Mr. Diggory was out buying some food for dinner. You and Cedric were alone in the house talking about the past year at Hogwarts. You knew exactly what this day was. 

This was the day you had your first kiss. 

You couldn’t remember exactly how it even happened, or how the conversation started, but you somehow mentioned that you’ve never kissed anyone. Cedric snorted in laughter, clutching his stomach as you glared at him. He continued to make fun of you for a few more minutes before abruptly stopping. A sheepish smile crept on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, “I can kiss you if you want.” 

Your eyes widened a bit, unsure of what to say next. You gulped and nodded, hesitantly, leaning in. He did the same, letting a breathy chuckle slip past his lips. The kiss lasted only for a minuscule of a second because Mr. Diggory burst through the front door, making the two of you jump far away from each other. The rest of the day, you sported a permanent blush on your cheeks. 

The last one was the most painful one. It seemed like Snape was torturing you, twisting your mind into shapes as he plucked out this one memory: Your conversation with Fred. You listened as the words rang in your ears, “I can see myself falling in love with him but I don’t want to.” 

Once those words left your lips, you were pulled back to reality with a sharp gasp. Snape had a devilish smile on his face, watching you plead him silently. He still had his wand out when he spoke again, “Your biggest desire is still Cedric Diggory.” 

“Why are you doing this?” You questioned, tears pricking your eyes. “What is the reason?”

He ignored your questions, letting a laugh escape his lips. “Draco Malfoy is hopelessly in love with you and you’re in love with Cedric Diggory.” 

“Stop.” You whispered, pulling against the restraints. 

“Unrequited love is a difficult love, Y/N Y/L/N.” He said. For a moment his exterior changed. A brief look of hurt was seen on his features as he said those words. “It’s the worst. I think I owe it to Mr. Malfoy to tell him that you don’t feel the same.” 

“You don’t know how I feel.” You spat. “Don’t you dare talk to Draco.” 

“Oh, but I must.” He brought his wand up again. “He does have to complete something after all and it seems you’ve been distracting him.”

Scowling, you asked, “What are you talking about?”

“Miss Y/L/N, love is a dangerous thing.” Snape stated. Then with a flick of his wand, he chanted, “Obliviate.”

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✦ to be so lonely - Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

one shot inspired by the harry styles’s song ‘to be so lonely’ 

summary: draco makes bad decisions that alienate what he loves the most

warnings: it’s pure angst so yeah

word count: 2,640

Don't blame me for fallin'

I was just a little boy

it was a freezing winter night when draco realized that he was in love with y/n. it was extremely cold when he saw her go through the door of the manor with her reddish nose and an elegant coat covering her green dress. her parents in front of her receiving his parents with a handshake. they already knew what was going next, but neither draco nor y/n were involved yet, they only accompanied their parents in the meetings; they were almost always left outside the room, together in the kitchen having a cup of hot tea and sharing chats that kept draco awake that night and maybe the next.

Don't blame the drunk caller

Wasn't ready for it all

it was an autumn tinged with warm tones, when y/n realized that she was in love with draco. she saw him pick up a book from the library while she accommodated the ones she had recently used and felt her heart jump. they knew little of what lay ahead, only accompanying their parents as it would be dangerous to be left alone at home and unable to use magical protection because of their age. so y/n visited malfoy manor or draco visited the y/l mansion very often. when it was the blond’s turn to leave his home, they always went up to the roof to look at the stars that left her stunned.

You can't blame me, darling

Not even a little bit

I was away

And I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch

Who can't admit when he's sorry

everyone knew of their friendship but no one dared to ask how it had begun. they knew the answer would be something like: ‘our parents are death eaters, what did you expect? ', so they just kept their doubt behind their backs and watched their movements together. which were not many, but enough to bring to light their friendship. 

Don't call me "baby" again

You got your reasons

was the week after that icy night, when draco put his head on y/n’s lap as they read in the private library of her mansion and said, 

"I think I’m in love with you" amidst the entrancing silence, in which only the passing of the leaves and their breaths were the only noises. after three years of friendship, draco was confessing his feelings that, a week ago, had really been recognized by the youngest malfoy. at that very moment y/n leaned her lips gently on those of draco who was looking at her from her lap. silently sealing a promise that would not last long, but that she believed it would.

I know you mean it

But don't call me "baby" again

their first kiss was seven weeks before september first, seven weeks spent between kisses and hugs in the library, the kitchen and some other room. 

seven weeks filled with cups of tea and stargazing. 

seven weeks in which draco’s hands did not seem to leave those of y/n; not even when they ate around the other minions of who-must-not-be-named, which was when he intertwined their hands under the table.

seven weeks, which both enjoyed each other’s presence deeply and did not pass a day when they did not remember each other how much they enjoyed the other's company.

It's hard for me to go home

Be so lonely

 but it was a week before september first when draco, was personally requested by the dark lord to entrust him with what would be a life-or-death task, which they did not believe to y/n able to perform. 

and they were right, she couldn’t murder someone even though the dark mark had been impregnated in her arm since she was twelve; unlike draco that got his that week before school. he didn’t say anything. not even when his girlfriend approached to kiss him goodbye and meet again on platform 9 ¾ just a few hours before the return to hogwarts. 

draco was terrified, more terrified than he had ever been in his life, but he said nothing.

that night apart was the first in a long time, a night that for the lack of company and what was ahead for them, he did not rest a minute. his head hovering in the fact that the ray of light, also called y/n, was almost involved in such a situation. he did not know that she had been involved for much longer than that vacation and that the mark had been placed on y/n’s arm, by that time, she was still an infant. y/n had lied, she said that she had obtained it just a few months ago.

"but it doesn’t hurt?, I heard that the first few months are fatal" her boyfriend stared at her, moving his eyes between hers and her arm. y/n wanted to say yes, that her first few months were horrible but she didn’t want to frighten him and tell him that a 12-year-old girl used to scream out of pain every night when she went to sleep. she was afraid he’d walk away, judge her. 

"I put on a lot of moisturizer to keep it from burning, so it doesn’t hurt so much" she wasn’t lying, but those lotions had long expired after she had used them. he gently kissed her arm wishing with all his might that, when he opened his eyes, the dark mark would have disappeared from y/n’s arm.

I just hope you see me

In a little better light

it was only a few hours before their re-admission to hogwarts when he refused the kiss that y/n went to give him when she saw him standing at the train station, alone with his suitcase.

 she thought he was waiting for her but he wasn’t. 

their reunion had been idealized in y/n’s head that night, in which draco had not been able to sleep, but she had. she had managed to fall in a deep sleep, being draco the last thing her brain thought consciously. she imagined that their reunion would be like those muggle romantic books she read hidden in the library of her house. something romantic and happy that people around would see as a movie scene.

but it was not so, he did not look her in the eyes. not even when they were already inside the train and y/n took a seat beside him in some padded seats. 

not even when he mentioned that he would stay a few more minutes on the train, giving permission to her, blaise and pansy to get off without him.

not even when y/n looked at him indignantly when she saw potter come into the great hall with a bloody nose, knowing exactly what he had done.

not even when she said good night with a kiss on his cheek before she left for her bedroom.

he looked at her for the first time when, surrounded by his minions. draco was having lunch without paying attention to the people around him. y/n had returned from the care of magical creatures class, when she saw him almost without expression, putting a piece of bread in his mouth. 

"hi, baby" y/n spoke softly as she sat in front of the mysterious blond. the word 'baby' caught the attention of his friends who shut up with the intention of meddling in the conversation.

"don’t call me that" her boyfriend spoke looking into her eyes. his eyes full of cold, transmitting seriousness and stress; very different from those she had enjoyed throughout the older days.

"draco, what's going on?" crabbe, goyle, zabini and millicent watched the situation on their sides. y/n thanked merlin internally, that pansy was not in the situation because otherwise her mockery would be endless.

"why the fuck do you care?" his hands trembled slightly on the table, but these immediately became fists when he saw the look of y/n on them. 

"why the fuck do I care? draco, you’re my boyfriend, of course I care" suddenly the laughter began to flood the, formerly silent, table. including draco who laughed out loud. a laughter that caused y/n’s body to begin to feel more and more weak.

"your boyfriend?!" replied the blonde keeping his arrogant smile "you’re crazy, really. what do they feed you at home? poison?" 

he knew perfectly well how he was hurting her. 

he knew perfectly well how he was crushing her heart into thousands of pieces. 

he knew she had always had a bad time in her own home, and yet it was the first thing he came up with to bother her. 

when he finished his second sentence, even millicent’s laughter bounced into y/n’s ears, she was supposed to be her friend. 

why endure more humiliation? y/n decided to leave the great hall as fast as she could and run to the bathroom where everyone would go to cry. it wasn’t the first time myrtle saw her come in with tears in her eyes, and she already knew how the girl didn't like to be invaded with questions as soon as she arrived, so the ghost held back.

Do you think it's easy

her knees were covering her chin as her eyes kept shedding tears and her mouth noisy sobs. everything had been a farce that she had swallowed as if it were a sip of warm milk. 

he had used her completely so he wouldn’t be alone on those scary holidays.

sitting on the floor of the damp bath her thoughts wandered in the beautiful memories she believed had been real and sentimental to both of them. 

she was not wrong. draco had to leave the great hall within minutes of her departure because his body was about to collapse, he felt that the panic attack he had not yet had that day, was about to blossom. so he ran straight into the prefects' bathroom, without avoiding shedding a few tears as he hurried over there. 

the only person who had never left his side was now heartbroken because of him. he had a reputation to maintain and a girl to keep safe, so pretending to hate her was the best option.

but his regret came faster than he thought. he never would have thought it would hurt so much to see her after that noon, where, indirectly, it was all over.

his body trembled every time he saw her sitting alone on the other end of the table. he had caused her to be left completely alone; she had devoted her entire attention and friendship so many years to him, that she had never developed such a deep friendship with anyone else, so she was now alone. 

Being of the jealous kind?

'Cause I miss the shape of your lips

she remained alone until the day draco saw her enter the great hall accompanied. 

it had been a month since those hateful words had come out of his mouth and he was getting worse, thinner and sadder every day. not only was he sad because he had to kill dumbledore in less than a month and a half, but he missed her. he missed her so much that, especially during the night, that nostalgia became present as physical pain that twisted him in his bed.

the night he saw her walk with neville by her side, smiling like she used to do with him, he definitely didn’t sleep. it was an image that would not be removed from his head; to see her eat with a little of her characteristic light back. he wept inconsolably at the fact that he had stolen and shattered that joy and it was someone else who was giving it back to her.

that night, thoughts consumed him like a lit candle. he was wondering if all that stuff he missed about her, now she was sharing them with someone else. He wondered if longbottom now owned her lips and her soft morning voice, if she kissed his cheek as he came out of the shower as she did with him, or if she had already learned how many spoonfuls of sugar he drank with his tea, as she had done with him.

Your wit

It's just a trick

thanks to luna and neville, y/n had come out of her misery faster than she thought.

but it still hurt; because everything made her remember, even the starry nights hurt her internally to the point of crying for hours. 

that’s why she avoided him as much as possible, she had begun to sit at the ravenclaw or gryffindor’s table since she had no one to sit with at her own house table.

"he’s looking this way," neville whispered, beside her as he ate "it’s scary"

"I don’t want to be here neville, can you eat a little faster please?"

in the months that passed, draco had not even tried to approach her. he was not brave enough. so when the day he was supposed to kill the headmaster came, y/n couldn’t get near the astronomy tower. she could not be near when such an atrocity was to be carried out. for what she waited uneasy at the entrance to the castle, she was betraying her recent friends and the entire institution, but she had a choice.

when bellatrix’s arrogant laughter began to approach, y/n knew that it was the time when they had to escaped from hogwarts without an early return date. 

when draco arrived at the place where she was standing, his only desire was to take her in his arms as he used to and run away with her where no one could find them. he saw her weak and worried and he just wanted to kiss the wrinkles on her forehead and make them disappear. he wanted to tell her that he couldn’t kill dumbledore, because her face had gotten in his brain; the memory of her by his side and how her presence used to make everything disappear.

but before he could get close, all the death eaters started dragging them out of the castle. in spite of potter’s screams that chased them, they continued to run into the forbidden forest, together. 

it would be a lie to say that when they entered the malfoy manor their fears calmed down, because the terror did not leave them alone even for two seconds. their bodies and minds were still in complete shock. their parents sent them to clean themselves as soon as they saw the two teens arrive, so y/n started to go to the guest bathroom that was almost hers, but her ex-boyfriend’s body stopped her in front of the door.

"y/n all I ask is that you listen to me" his voice was pleading and he dragged his syllables, almost as if he had been torn from a good dream and he would not fall asleep again. 

"I’m sorry but...no" she tried to pass, because tears threatened to leave her eyes, but draco’s body did not leave her. 

"nothing was true!"

"of course nothing was true! you lied to my face for months, made me believe you loved me!" the tears that had accumulated in her eyes now ran down her face without stopping, and to her surprise draco’s face was even more submerged in tears. "for years, draco, years. I gave you everything! my friendship and then my deep and devoted love! I gave you everything and you left me alone, without even explaining!" 

she was right, he had lost her because of his idiotic decisions that, in the end, made no sense. his body had weakened so much that y/n was able to move his body out of the front of the door to get into the room as fast as she could.

And this is it, so I'm sorry

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Middle of the night

pairing: draco malfoy x slytherin!reader

request: anonymous “ Do you write for Draco Malfoy? If not please ignore this but if so would you do one during the 6th year of the Slytherin!Reader forcing Draco to sneak out with her late one night when she sees him having a hard time sleeping (she knows about the Dark Mark and is there for him even though she is apart of the Order of the Phoenix) and he agrees after coxing since he can't say no to her? “

warning: angst, fluff

word count: 1.2k

a/n: thank you for your request I hope this is what you were expecting or atleast is close. Also sorry for any grammar/spelling mistake, English is not my main language. REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

(Credit for the gif to the owner)

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You wake up in the middle of the night unable to sleep. You put your shoes on and head down the stairs to the common room, there you see a familiar white hair. “Draco?” he turns around from the couch to look at you. “Where are you doing up?” he asks “I could ask the same to you” he nods smiling. You look at him seeing the tiredness mixed with fear and concern on his eyes.

You know about the Death Eater tattoo and even though you are part of the Order of the Phoenix you are and will always be there for him. You were already part of the Order when he told you about the tattoo and you thought that that would be it for you two but when you looked at him you didn’t see the mark on him you saw the Draco that has been there for you since the beginning and you couldn’t just leave him alone, not now. Also, he doesn’t know that you are part of the Order, you hate lying to him but after talked about it with some of the members you all thought that it would be better if he didn’t know.

You don’t like lying to him, he has told you about the dark mark because he trusts you and you couldn’t even tell something like this to him, in a way because you were short of enemies just for being part of the Order who wants Voldemort’s followers gone.

“Let’s go” you say making your way to him. “Where?” “I don’t know, just out of here” you say shrugging. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea” he says biting his lower lip. “Oh come on, don’t tell me that the great Draco Malfoy is afraid to get caught” he looks at you moving his head on disbelieve. “Okay” you smile and take his hand on you head out.

You two walk hand in hand through the corridors aware of not getting caught but any professor. You got into one of the secrets passages that you and the member of the Order use to sneak out of the school. “How do you know this passage?” he asks looking at you curious. “I just found it one day while I was running from Flitch’s cat” you lie to him. You hate lying to him. He just nods not giving it much thought.

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Once you are out of the castle you two walk to your hidden spot in the Forbidden Forest. You sit down not really talking just enjoying each other presence. “Do you want to talk about it?” you ask not looking at him. “I don’t know, it’s really messed up and I don’t want you involve on it” you nod understanding. Part of you wants to know to help him get through it but the other part of you doesn’t want to because if it is something dangerous you will need to tell the Order in order to stop it.

You enjoy this kind of moments with Draco, you don’t need to talk to know what the other is thinking and you don’t need to talk to feel comfortable or have a great time. This kind of moments are one of your favorites, this moments makes everyone see how comfortable you are with each other.

Even though it’s a time to relax and enjoy the night your mind can’t stop thinking of either tell Draco or not that you are part of the Order. You want to tell him because he’s your best friend but at the same time you don’t want to, afraid of broke your friendship. You look at him with worried eyes and he looks at you mimicking your expression. “What’s wrong?” he asks. You gulp and take a deep breath; you are going to tell him even though this could be the end of your friendship. “I need to tell you something and it’ll probably ruin everything but I feel like I have to be honest with you” he turns around a bit so he can face you. “I am part of the Order” you say looking to your lap not feeling brave enough to look him in the eyes.

“You are part of the Order?!” Draco says standing up. You’ve expected this kind of reaction. “That’s why you are near me? To spy on me?” the color fade from your face. “No Draco of course not” your eyes start to water. “I’m with you because I’m your best friend, I would never spy on you” the tears start to fall from your eyes. “You know what? Just leave me alone I can’t talk to you, not right now” he says and takes of to the castle.

You watch him leave while your tears flood your cheeks. You’ve lost your best friend.

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You wake up the next morning, you dress up and head to the bathroom, your red puffy eyes are noticeable and not even a spell could help you with that but you still try, most of it going away but the hint that you’ve been crying the whole night is still visible.

Your classes go by slower than never before and your eyes shift to Draco everytime that you got the chance hoping that he can feel the pain on your chest and how sorry you are.

The end of the day is finally here and you’ve never crossed a word with Draco all day. You make your way to your common room and without crossing a word with anyone you go straight to your room.

 You toss and turn in your bed unable to sleep. You put your shoes on and head down to the common room, Draco is already there as most of the nights because the nightmares and the bad thoughts crossing his mind due to the Dark Mark don’t let him sleep. He turns hearing steps but he turns quickly again when he sees that it’s you.  

“Coming to spy on me?” he says not looking at you. “After all this time together, you really think I would do something like that to you?” “I don’t feel like I know you anymore” you walk and sit next to him on the couch. “Draco you know me, you are the only one that truly knows me, being in the Order doesn’t change any of that, you’re still my best friend and you still can count on me on this sleepless nights even if you feel like you can’t trust me anymore” you say whipping a stray tear of your cheek.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” he asks calm after a few seconds of silence. “Because I was afraid of this” you answer honestly “I’ve been torn between telling you or not telling you since the moment I became part of the Order” he still doesn’t look at you. “I haven’t told anything that you have said to me if that’s what you are worried about” “Really?” he finally looks at you. You simply nod. “You are my best friend” you shrug giving him a small smile. “And you are mine” “So, we are good?” “We are good” he smiles at you.

And there with the heat coming from the fireplace and the happiness of having your best friend back, you fell asleep on Draco’s lap.

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We Don’t Talk Anymore

Draco Malfoy x Reader

*gif not mine*

Warnings: just a bit angsty?

Song: All Coming Back - Cèline Dion

It started in your fifth year. You hadn’t been able to sleep and you thought a walk might help, so you found yourself walking up the steps of the Astronomy tower. He was stood leaning against the rail and you gasped in shock, not because it was him but because you didn’t expect anyone to be up here.

“Sorry.” You whispered, he turned to face you and watched your dark hair blow across your face.

“It’s okay. I’ll leave.” He almost snapped at you, but just as he was about to pass you spoke.

“You don’t have to.” The two of you were somewhat friends, both being Slytherin and in the same year, that was the extent of it. “Company would be nice.” You offered as you walked to the edge and sat down. He did stay, but he didn’t say anything.

These meetings carried on most night for a couple of weeks, and then it changed. You would sit next to each other at dinner, and he would help you with your Potions homework in the common room.

Then, one night in the common room when it was just the two of you he placed a gentle kiss on your lips. Which was the first of many, many kisses in the dark corners of Hogwarts. It wasn’t a secret, he didn’t try and hide your blooming friendship but no one really spoke of it or gossiped because he was so private, you liked it that way. You wrote letters over summer as your relationship progressed and you couldn’t wait to see him again but mid August as you sent off a letter, you didn’t realise it would be the last. You waited, and waited to hear from him but got nothing back.

So, sixth year was different. By the time it was the start of the next school year you didn’t want to see him, or speak to him or even hear his voice. You were angry, and you felt like you had every right to be, who did he think he was just dropping you after almost a year together?

The train ride was awful, you could hear Pansy Parkinson cooing his name every opportunity she could. Your friends not loud enough to drain out the trio sat just behind you, you were late so you hadn’t seen him as you rushed off the train but you knew he was there.

“Y/N, are you taking Potions this year?” Your friend asked making you sigh,

“Yeah I chose it last year. I wish I could drop it now though, I’m awful at Potions.” You told her dreading it, knowing exactly who would be in most of your classes this year.

“Oh you know Malfoy will be there to save the day.” She joked unaware, and soon that was all that you soon as you waited to just get to Hogwarts and start a completely new year.

It was hard not to notice the way Pansy stuck close to him, a little too close. They had always been friends but she kept her distance, watching her place her hand on his forearm, once more you stood from your spot at the table. You gained quite a lot of attention doing it so suddenly, feeling the grey pools you were so familiar with watching you, you felt hot and wanted to get out.

“Sorry I’m just so tired. I’ll see you later.” You told your friends and walked to the common room and straight up to your dorm, finding your record player set up you played some of your music. Muggle Music, and maybe you blasted it a little louder because you knew he hated it.

The next couple of weeks were torture, you tried to ignore the hurt when you’d see him in the common room, and you tried to act like how you did before everything. Like he wasn’t there. You hated how Pansy would wear his scarf to Quidditch games, and how Draco, Blaise and Pansy would always sit in the same place in The Three Broomsticks having a good time. He was doing a really good job at acting like you didn’t exist.

One Sunday night in The Three Broomsticks you were stumbling out to get back to the castle as you couldn’t bring yourself to have fun, and as you walked out the door you bumped into his chest. His scent far too familiar and the need to touch him again came flooding back as your senses were overwhelmed by his familiarity. The way he steadied you with his hand on your lower back almost scolded you through your coat and jumper as you remembered the nights you’d both be tangled in each other and the sheets. His rings leaving cool streaks as his hands ran over your body. The flashback making you dizzy as you wanted to melt into his bold once again.

“Sorry.” He gasped out suddenly caught in a moment he wanted to avoid. Not because he didn’t want her, not because he wasn’t helplessly in love her, but because he couldn’t, and he wouldn’t get her involved in what he’s got to do this year. And he knows her, she’ll want to help him. Finally having the guts to take her in properly for the first time this year his chest tightened painfully. And the way her hair fell around her shoulders made him want to run his fingers through it, the way he always had done without doubting you wanting his touch for a second.

He pulled his hand away from you after leaving it for a second too long knowing that could very well be one of the last chances he gets.

“It’s fine.” You finally managed to say finding your voice after a minute or so. Avoiding his eyes you looked down to your feet and trying to move past him.

“Y/N-“ cutting him off from saying anymore you didn’t even stop as you headed back to the castle alone.

The next day you had overslept, throwing on your uniform and quickly doing your hair you rushed to the classroom. Slughorn was already talking to the class and you rushed out an apology.

“That’s okay, it’s fine sit down at the back.” He ordered as you fell onto the desk alone, great you’ll have no help with whatever today’s task is.

“Amortentia.” He declared. “It’s a potion that allows you to smell what you truly desire.” Raising your eyebrows you were interested in knowing what you’d smell.

However, you were rubbish at potions. Rather than yours being the deep velvet red colour it was supposed to be, it’s purple and bubbling.

“What does yours smell like Y/N?” Hermione asked interested making you frown.

“Mine hasn’t exactly worked.” She peered into your cauldron and Draco had to stop himself from smiling.

“Here come and smell mine.” She offered, and he watched as you took in the scent. Your eyes darkened in admiration at what you could smell, his jaw was clenching as he waited to hear what you smelt.

“It’s uh, peppermint. And, cologne, with uh burning fire.” You gulped knowing exactly who you smelt, it was the familiar smell of Draco and his dormitory on those particularly cold nights. Stumbling back to your desk you didn’t dare look at him, but if you had of done you’d of seen the guilt in his eyes, his heart was screaming out to you but he just couldn’t.

That night there was a small knock on your door, if you hadn’t of been so quiet and concentrating on your homework you’d of barely heard it. Pulling it open you saw Draco on the other side. You hand flinched as you thought about slamming it shut in his face but the look in his eyes told you not to.

“What do you want?” You asked, your eyes immediately filling with tears.

“I need to explain, I need to tell you everything.” He pleaded making your chest grow tight, he came in and fell on your bed, you close next to him.

“It’s been months Draco.” You whispered looking down at your hands watching as a tear fell splashing onto your fingers.

“I know, I’ve been going through some stuff.” He told you vaguely and you wiped your tears saying nothing. He carefully watched you as you waited for him to speak, you needed him to tell you why.

“I was stupid, and what I’m doing is so selfish because I need to leave you alone, you need me to leave you alone-“ you cut him off angry.

“That’s my choice!” You snapped making him breathe in deeply through his nose.

“Y/N, my parents want me to do something. Well it’s done.” You frowned at how calm he is. “I’ve been chosen, I don’t have a choice. He’s going to kill us if I don’t do this and I don’t want you around to see me become this person, and I don’t want you around for him to use if he knows-“ all the dots started to connect in your head and his words became white noise as you finally looked up to him.

“Draco..” you started your voice cracking and breaking his heart. You reached for him, grabbing his cheeks as his eyes couldn’t find yours. “Draco no you can’t, it’s not you, it’s not right!” You begged crying making his chin wobble as he grabbed you pulling you flush against him and tight.

“It’s already done. And I can’t risk losing you.” He said into your neck making you shake your head.

“You never lost me. And you won’t, we’re going to win this war and you’ll be fine, I’ll make sure of it.” You said between sniffling and tears. Pressing his lips against yours desperately you melted into him, pulling away slightly you looked into his eyes.

“You’ll always have me.” You promised making his grip on your hips tighten just a bit more as your breath fanned his lips.

“I’ll fight for you. I will.” He promised finally having some sort of hope that he will get out of this the other side.

“You’re good Draco. You’ve always been good.” We’re the final words spoken between the two of you that night. You spent the rest of the evening making up for lost time, lost promises and lost hope and making new promises in between kisses as you promised each other the world after the war.

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Trigger Warnings:

Offensive Language, Mention of Death

Draco

He couldn't bear to look.

Lucius Malfoy stood on a podium with restraints on both his arms and legs. A heavy metal brace rested on his neck with a multitude of locks unable to be unlocked with just a simple 'alohomora'.

His mother was next to him with an emotionless look on her face, but she knew how to control her emotions. Her hands were locked with her son's, squeezing it with a mixture of fear, anxiety and comfort.

He couldn't tell if she was giving or wanting the comfort.

Draco could have almost been unrecognisable. His overly light blonde hair was a mess. He wore an oversized light grey shirt with long, pushed up sleeves. He had navy jeans that were ironed but slightly crushed up. He could have been Potter if he wanted to.

There were fifty people in stands looking down from their high spots. Draco stood by his mother on the side of the cold, and open, cobblestone courtyard where his father stood silently on his podium in the middle of it all.

Then out of nowhere, memories flooded his head, bad memories. It worsened by the second and Draco felt that he might have blacked out.

But it was time.

A dementor floated airily toward his father. Draco saw the anguish in his father's eyes. The defeat. The dementor didn't immediately suck out his father's soul like how the process of the dementor's kiss would normally go. His father turned his head to see his wife and son one last time. But the anguish in his father's eyes turned into hatred as he looked at Draco. He was able to get one word out before the dementor took his soul.

"Faggot."

The dementor took less than a minute to take the man's soul as Lucius's soulless body was dragged away after falling forwards with an eerie hollow-sounding thud.

That was when the tears flooded out. Draco didn't know if he was crying over his father's soul being permanently stripped away forever or that his last words were about his complete hatred for him. His mother took her hand from his and rubbed his back trying to soothe him. Draco knew how much this broke his mother too.

When they reached the elevators, Draco had composed himself enough. No matter how much his family was hated now, he couldn't show the pain. The Malfoys shouldn't show any more emotions than they already had shown. Too much emotion that is showcased to the world, meant the more damage that could be done to you from the world.

Narcissa then swiftly apparated them back to the Malfoy Manor silently.

Once there, his mother immediately requested to be alone as she slowly, yet gracefully, walked to her quarters, her black high heels clicking as she walked.

Draco's trials had happened the week before. He was spared for being underage when he took the mark. Someone defended him but they wore their hood hiding their identity. When Lucius's punishment had completely finished Draco had a faint glimpse of his defender's vibrant, emerald green eyes and round looking glasses as the Wizengamot members filed out as his defender attended Lucius's soul detachment. The mysterious person was a bit shorter than average, had tanned skin and wore muggle-looking shoes called running shoes. Draco could have guessed they were no older than seventeen or sixteen.

Although Draco didn't understand how the stranger had to much evidence to prove his innocence.

But alas, the stranger wasn't able to prove him to be completely innocent. He still had the dark mark.

As Draco wasn't going to Azkaban yet, they put him on probation instead.

He couldn't cast any offensive spells and hardly any of the ministry-approved spells were helpful to him. The ministry then made it so if Draco were to leave his home he would only be allowed twelve hours per day.

A loud bang sounded at the door making Draco visibly jump. Quickly running towards the door in case it was the ministry, he opened the door to see a person slightly shorter than him with raven coloured hair styled in a short, black bob, immediately attacking him with a strong bear hug. Not far back was another with long, dark brown hair that had a natural purple tint, smiling.

It was Pansy and Astoria.

Pansy and Astoria could have been counted as two of his actual best friends.

Pansy was his first friend that was a girl ever. They weren't ever going to marry as their families were already close enough to be family. She had admitted to liking him in the sixth year while they were in their seventh. But she got over that quickly. But to him, Pansy was always like his sister. She helped him in his darkest times and vice versa. They were quite close. They loved each other as actual siblings would. He would do anything for her.

Astoria was a bit of a different case. The two were mutual friends at first thanks to one of his other friends being Daphne Greengrass, Astoria's older sister. When Draco was in his seventh year and she was in her fifth, they were told they'd be wed one year after Astoria graduated from Hogwarts. Because Daphne had died a month after the war when her health was terrible from a blood curse which resurfaced in her and a critical hit while fighting in the war it caused the entire Greengrass family go through much grief. They still grieved, because family is one of the hardest lose.

"Dray, darling!",Pansy cried out as Draco hugged her, shocked about her and Astoria's sudden,unexpected arrival.

"W-what are you two doing here?",Draco asked confusedly.

Pansy shot Astoria a look of confusion and worry. Astoria crept up closer towards the doorway.

"Did you not receive the letter?",Pansy replied with a clear sense of agitation and worry lining her voice.

"Maybe it would be better if we talked inside.",Astoria stated, pointing inside the manor.

Draco quickly looked backwards inside his house to see if his mother was still in her room before answering,"Of course, although we ran out of tea and won't be able to get anymore for a while without our house elves for the year."

Pansy gave a firm, but compassionate nod while Astoria gave him another smile.

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"I am so sorry we weren't there for you today, we—",Pansy started before Draco cut her off.

"It's okay. I'm fine now. But what is this about a letter?",Draco asked, quickly changing the subject.

Pansy eyed him, searching for clues to see how Draco wasn't fine at all, before answering Draco's question.

"I was in my Manor reading when an owl flew in with a letter. As you know our owls normally went straight to our parents unless it was a friend our parents approved of. But the stamp was none of the pureblood crests. It...it was from Hogwarts. They requested that we were to come to Hogwarts for a reunion and some news. And this was only sent to those in our year. But I-we, came here to ask if you were coming to the reunion."

Draco was shocked.

A reunion?

How come he was never owled?

"Do you know who else is coming? Slytherins I mean."

"Well, Goyle...he committed suicide after Crabbe died. Theo gave me a maybe though it was pretty unclear, Blaise hasn't answered any of mine or Astoria's owls. But I do know that I'm going, although Astoria is only in her sixth year meaning she can't go. That bitch, Millicent is dead thank Morgana. But I heard a rumour that Tracey was going to come after she was proven innocent by the ministry."

Draco stiffened at the thought of Tracey. None of his friends were ever fond of her and Millicent, for reasons nobody wanted to nor was ready to discuss.

"I will go only since you will be going and because Astoria cannot go with you. When did the letter say the reunion was?"

"In two days time I believe."

"Merlin. Okay, I will have to let mother know then. Have either of you two seen Theo or Blaise since the war?"

"I haven't seen the two but Pansy and I have only owled Theo once if that counts and his response was only one word. But we're not exactly sure if he will go to the reunion. And we haven't heard a word from Blaise since then. He just disappeared off the radar.",Astoria piped up. She was almost always with Pansy and always thought of her as second older sister. Especially since Daphne's death.

"How is your mother doing right now Dray? Je me sens comme un idiote de ne pas demander!"

"She's....fine...",Draco remarked doubtfully, looking backwards at the kilometre long hallway filled with the moving portraits of the past Malfoys.

"She's that bad? Merlin!",Pansy replied a gasp, shaking her head with pity.

Astoria discreetly nudged the young woman as she realised what time it was. At least half an hour had passed.

"Merde. Sorry to cut our time short Dray dear but I promised Astoria we'd go somewhere for a bit as she can't apparate on her own yet. Oh! Mcgonagall also stated that she wanted us there a day earlier. I can apparate us to the train station."

"It's completely fine. I should be available then. I'll have to let mother know now."

Astoria gave Draco a smile as Pansy gave him one last tight, warm hug before Pansy apparated the two young women to wherever they had made plans to go.

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When the two girls were gone Draco let out a heavy sigh.

He trudged to his paren— his mother's room to check on her. Lucius's death took quite a toll on her. He didn't know what could happen to her if he left her alone for only two days.

Draco opened the door as the only sound made was a squeak from the door opening. Narcissa laid in her bed upright with a tiny, dark green book in her hands, silently flipping the page, a small frown etched onto her face.

"Mother..?"

"D-Draco!",Narcissa jumped,"I didn't hear you come in! Did you need something? Is it already supper? I can make you some food if your—"

"No no mother. It's just that Pansy and Astoria came over a small while ago and informed me of something."

"Oh those two darlings, what was it that happened dear?"

"Er— They told me that all of the seventh years from last year were invited to a reunion. I have already confirmed with Pansy on my attendance to the meet. But was part of the ministry's prohibition not giving us our letters? I only just found out about the reunion from Pansy today. But more importantly, will you be okay alone? It should only last two days, but I'll have to leave tomorrow."

"I should be fine by myself Draco. I am not that weak to become dysfunctional over one man's death. Although I will contact my lawyer about the owls. You should go start packing. Your old school trunk is in your sixth closet."

Draco smiled at his mother, who's stance straightened up, as he left the door with a squeak when he closed the door slowly.

Once the door was closed completely, Draco walked quickly to his own room and slammed the door shut as he slid down the door, his long legs sprawled out

He took a long deep breathe as he smiled some tears falling down.

"I wonder if Potter will be there."

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I can’t change who I am

Platonic Hermione Granger x Malfoy!reader

Description: Draco Malfoys twin sister gets sorted into Gryffindor and her whole life changes.

You knew you was different, even from a young age. You was the polar opposite to your twin brother Draco. You wasnt sure how you manage to save yourself from being brainwashed like your brother but you did. Even after the scolding, the punishments and the silent treatments you didn’t change. Your interest in muggles repulsed you’re father and he believed a bit of crucio may put you straight. It didn’t. Draco would often beg you to at least act the way your father wanted you to because he hated seeing you in pain, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help who you were. The months leading up to your first day of Hogwarts was full of lectures of how important it was to stay away from mudbloods and blood traitors and being put in Slytherin. You dreaded going to Hogwarts. Dreading the punishment that would come if you was put in any other house than Slytherin. God help you if you was put in Gryffindor. That wasn’t something you could change. ‘I’m definitely going to be a Slytherin, I don’t need to worry’ Your brother said as you both sat on his bed. You was happy that Draco would be free from your fathers wrath but you couldn’t help but wish he was like you. If he was like you you’d be able to run away together be your own people free from your father. But he wasn’t.

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‘Malfoy, Y/N’ Professor McGonagall said staring down on you with a cold look. Your stomach churned at the thought of her thinking you was horrible like your father. Your sweaty hands gripped at the stool tightly from fear. You listened to the hat debate with himself in your head, he couldn’t seem to make its mind up. It was a few minutes before the hat finally shouted the words you was most dreading to hear, ‘GRYFFINDOR!’ Tears pricked your eyes as you looked over to Draco who was shaking his head, ‘there must be something wrong with that hat!’ He shouted. ‘The hat rarely makes mistakes Mr Malfoy’ Professor McGonagall said. ‘Well he must be wrong now!’ He said. But she continued with the ceremony. You sat in your seat at the Gryffindor table, heart beating and the room spinning. Thoughts of what would happen when your father heard of where you had been put flooded your head and you was unable to flush them out. You only remembered where you was when the Gryffindors began to stand and leave the room. ‘Come on’ said a sweet voice from in front of you. You looked up eyes glassy and stood up. ‘Y/N right?’ She said and you nodded, ‘I’m Hermione Granger’ you looked at her unable to form a sentence, you though of how rude you was being for not speaking to her but she spoke again, ‘I’m sorry you didn’t get in the house you wanted, was that boy your twin?’ you nodded again. ‘It must be Awful being separated from your twin. I heard the boys talking about your family, they’re what they call pure bloods’ she looked at you but you didn’t say anything. ‘Your kind don’t usually like my kind much. I’m a Muggle-Born you see, if you don’t wanna be friends then... that’s fine.’ ‘I don’t hate mudbl- I mean Muggle-Borns’ you muttered. ‘Good’ she smiled, ‘I think we’ll do just fine in Gryffindor, together’ you finally managed to smile at her.

-

The morning after the sorting you woke up feeling dreadful, you knew there would be a letter scolding you that would arrive any time now. You trudged down the stairs, feeling sick to your stomach. Waiting in the common room was Hermione, she smiled at you as she saw you and you forced a smile back. She babbled on about classes and what she wished to do first as you walked to breakfast. You listened only taking in parts of what the nice girl said because you couldn’t hear over your own beating heart. ‘You need to eat something Y/N’ she said as you sat at the table, ‘you didn’t eat anything yesterday either. Just try a little bit.’ She was right you can’t starve yourself so you added sugar to a bowl of porridge and began to eat. She smiled as she watched. The Weasley twins sat in front of you and gave you a puzzled look as you spoke to Hermione about how wizards travel. ‘Can I help you?’ You said softly. ‘It’s just strange’ George said. ‘You know, a Gryffindor Malfoy speaking to a muggle born’ Fred finished. ‘I’m not like them’ you said looking down. You heard screeches from above making you look up, a blanket of owls carrying packages of all sized covered the room. A large bird swooped down and landed in front of you. You took the letter from it’s mouth and before leaving the owl bit you. You gasped and stared at your bloody finger, you recon your father told the owl to do that. You didn’t even realise what letter you had until Hermione spoke, ‘your letters shaking and smoking Y/N’ she said confused. It exploded and your fathers voice echoed through the hall. Like you expected he scolded you terribly, ‘one more thing from you and you’re gone!’ He yelled. Tears forced themselves out of your eyes as you listened to his lecture. Hermione listened in astonishment and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to comfort you as you cried. After your fathers voice had gone you got up from the table and ran with Hermione following.

-

You found yourself in a bathroom, your head on Hermione’s shoulder. ‘Why doesn’t he like that your a Gryffindor?’ she asked, ‘I don’t know a lot about wizards beliefs.’ You explained everything to her, the way you had to be, everything to do with the beliefs of Malfoys and others like you. You don’t know why you opened up, you normally didn’t talk about anything serious but Hermione truly cared about you. Even from the little time you knew her you trusted her immensely. From that day forward you and Hermione stuck together. You’d sit together, work together and hang out together. She like you was extremely intelligent and she proved that your heritage doesn’t determine how magic or how smart you are. You two being the top of the class annoyed many people including your brother and his friends.

-

‘Y/N you are going to get disowned if you keep being friends with her’ Draco argued with you as you walked to meet Hermione at the library. ‘She’s my only friend draco!’ You yelled turning to look at him. ‘No she isn’t, you have me!’ He said furrowing his eyebrows. ‘None of your friends like me, I want to be friends with people that like me Draco’ you said sadly. ‘And I don’t want to lose my sister’ he stated harshly. ‘So what, when dad disowns me you’ll never speak to me again?’ You said tears pricking your eyes. ‘If’ he corrected, ‘you wont be because you’ll stop being friends with that mudblood.’ You scoffed and left him there. How dare he call your friend that horrible name. You didn’t want to have to make a choice over your brother and your best friend. You knew one day you would be disowned anyways, there wasn’t much you could do. You couldn’t change who you was.

-

The next morning you had another letter, you moved your hand away from the bird before it could bite you again. You read the letter from your father telling you that you would never be allowed back into the home. You covered your eyes with your hands and began to cry. Hermione picked up the letter and read it, ‘oh Y/N, they can’t do that to you, where are you supposed to go?’ You cried harder at this the sentence ‘you are no daughter of ours’ repeated in your head. ‘You need to tell someone, you can’t live on the streets’ she said furiously, ‘we’ll speak to McGonagall. When your ready’ she added when she saw you shake your head. That evening you did just as Hermione had said. Professor McGonagall said that she would find someone to take you in, you had no idea who would take you in you had no other family.

-

You sat by the lake with Hermione as you watched Draco walk past with his posse. You blood boiled, it must have been him who told your father! ‘YOU!’ You yelled getting up and marching over to him. He looked at you with a puzzled look. ‘How dare you tell father! How dare you get me disowned! I’m your sister does that mean nothing to you!’ You yelled unable to contain the anger you felt, the betrayal you felt. ‘I- I didn’t tell him-‘ he started. ‘DONT LIE TO ME!’ You screamed. ‘Y/N I didn’t tell him, I promise you it wasn’t me’ he said his eyes glassy, ‘why would I want you to be disowned, you’re my sister Y/N I love you. I- I can’t believe you’d think I’d do this’ he said voice breaking as he did. ‘Then who did...’ you muttered as hermione placed a hand on your shoulder. ‘I have no idea but I promise you it wasn’t me’ he said moving to give you a hug. You cried into his shoulder as he spoke, ‘I’m so sorry Y/N. I can’t believe they did this.’

-

It was the day before Christmas before you had word on who would take you in. Hermione was as anxious as you, as you waited these months for an answer. ‘Your aunt Andromeda has agreed to take you in Y/N. I believe you’ve never met her, is that correct?’ You nodded as you sat in her office. ‘She’s away at the moment so you’ll have to spend Christmas here but she’s ready to take you in soon after’ she smiled. Andromeda? You’d never heard your mother speak of her. You knew your mother had 2 sisters but one was disowned and never spoke of from that day on. Was that how you was going to end up? Your brother hating you and never contacting you again? You hated the thought.

-

You entered the common room and saw Hermione with Harry and Ron who she had become friends with on Halloween. She told you everything that happened and you all became friends, however the boys were still wary of you due to your relation to their enemy. ‘Y/N!’ She smiled, ‘how did it go?’ ‘I’m going to live with my aunt Andromeda, but she’s away now so I’ll be spending Christmas here’ you said sitting next to her. ‘We’re staying for Christmas too, so you won’t be alone’ Harry said. You smiled at the two boys, maybe they were warming up to you, it was about time.

-

The school year came to an end and you waited nervously on the train ride home. ‘What if she doesn’t like me’ you said to Draco, you had gotten your own compartment since you would be living apart for the first time in your life. ‘I’m sure she will. God I’m going to miss you’ he said staring out the window. ‘I’ll miss you too Draco’ you said sniffling. ‘We’ll see each other again, and I’ll write to you everyday’ he said moving to sit next to you, ‘besides, you’re free from father.’ Your heart dropped, you’ll be leaving Draco all alone with father, he’d have no one to come to when he’s been punished. ‘Come with me Draco’ you pleaded. ‘I can’t leave mother Y/N she’s already heart broken over you leaving.’ He said. ‘I didn’t leave, I was thrown out’ you said your eyes catching the train station. You watched as the train pulled up to the station looking out for your aunt and uncle. Come to think of it you had no idea what she looked like, let’s hope she looks out for the signature Malfoy blonde hair. You said goodbye to Draco and watched him walk over to your mother and father who acted as if you wasn’t there. You stood with your trunk and pet ferret in your pocket watching out for your aunt. You watched as children disappeared through the brick wall, you wondered whether she’d forgotten about you. A girl with bright pink hair approached you smiling, ‘are you Y/N Malfoy?’ She asked and you nodded. Her smile grew wider, ‘I’m Nymphadora, your cousin but I prefer you call me Tonks. Nice to meet you’ you shook her hand as her mother and father approached you. ‘Hello Y/N’ Andromeda said smiling, the man next to her waved and smiled. ‘Hi’ you said shyly. ‘You ready to go home?’ Ted asked picking up your trunk. ‘Yeah’ you replied happily. You walked through the brick wall with Andromeda’s hand on your back. Maybe staying with the Tonks’ won’t be so bad after all.

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Angel ~ Draco Malfoy one-shot

Hello! This is my first harry potter short, and it may not be the best, seeing as I haven't read the books since I was in primary school, and I last watched the movies at Christmas. however, my friend asked me to write her a short, and Im lowkey proud of it. So if you read this please do leave feed back. -B

Draco and you had fallen in love gradually over the 6 years in Hogwarts. You shared many classes, and many arguments, including the same house. Slytherin. At first you never thought you’d be crying over the annoying blonde boy from 1st year, who made fun of your red headed friend. And that doubt increased when he constantly called Hermione a Mud-blood. Making you feel all the more guilty when you first began sneaking off to his dorm in the middle of the night.

You fell for him, it took a long time, it was the Yule ball, and you had been stood up and sat on the side, watching your friends look as miserable as you. Ron was sulking, and he had ruined Hermione’s night. Harry was pining over a girl, who was not Ginny, and the night was just a mess for the golden Trio. Then you nose was filled with the smell of peppermint and expensive cologne. She could smell it from anywhere. Draco made sure to plaster it on every morning, to remind everyone in the whole castle. Just how rich he was.

“Look, now isn’t the time Malfoy. Why don’t you go-“ Your thoughts were interrupted when his hand came into your eyeline. His rings were adoring each finger. And you found yourself scoffing at his limb.

“Just dance with me Y/L/N.” Although his intentions were kind, he was still speaking with the arrogant tone you had grown accustomed too. You found yourself reaching for his hand and he waltzed you to the dance floor. You both danced awkwardly at first but later were laughing as you ran the halls of the castle.

You rarely spoke after that night, not even rude comments, but the kiss you both shared after potions class the month after. You became an inseparable, secretive couple.

At first both of you agreed you didn’t want to let everyone know you were dating. As it would ruin his image and bother your friends. So 5th year rolled round, He remained the arrogant Malfoy you knew from day one, but when he was with you, he was nicer, smiled more. You even had silly nicknames for each other.

“Baby, can you pass me my tie?” You were getting dressed for your first class of the day.

“Here you go Angel.” He threw it at you, smiling when it hit you in the face.. you let a giggle pass your lips. You threw on your robe, he held the door open and gave you a peck on the lips as you passed him, “See you later today.”

However later that day. wasn’t what you had expected. The question he asked you, made you panic, thinking ,maybe he had told someone about your relationship. “When are we going to tell people were dating?” He said it so casually, in the middle of the common room where anyone could hear. You immediately shot up and covered his mouth, looking around for anyone, but seeing as it was past midnight, everyone else was asleep, He laughed at your antics, pushing you off. “Come on, I’m ready to tell everyone about us.” The happy look on his face made you let out a small sigh.

“Draco, we cant.” His smile fell, and you hated when he didn’t smile, after the first time you were the cause of something you had never seen before, you just wanted to make him smile all the time. “don’t look at me like I killed your Toad, besides, you were the one who said we should keep quiet.” After Draco asked you to be his girlfriend, he was also very quick for it to remain a secret. It was a mutual agreement or so you thought.

“What I can’t change my mind? God.” He huffed and crossed his arms and looked away with a scowl on his face.

“I don’t see why it is so important? We have been doing just fine and my friends-“ He cut you off, which made you angry, especially after expressing on multiple occasions that the one thing you hated most was being interrupted.

“Oh why do they matter? They’re not worth your time.” You glared at him. Yes you were in different houses, and the three were closer than you were with any of them, but they were your friends.

“Potter, a Weasley, and a mud blood, you’re just a traitor.” He stated as he stood up, you followed his move and pointed a finger to his chest.

“That is why I won’t tell people about us.” You knew that he didn’t mean calling you a traitor, and admittedly he had refrained from insulting the rest of your friends, so that was just his way of angering you, and you didn’t mean what you said about telling people about your relationship, you just wanted to anger him. And it worked, he pushed past you and stormed off to the boys dorms.

You didn’t speak to him for two days after that, it was a hard thing to do, as a day hadn’t went by without talking to each other since fourth year. So seeing him walk straight past you without a glance, and watching him lean into Pansy’s advances while staring you in the eye was getting beyond infuriating.

You stormed into his room, it was Monday, the day where almost everyone in the Slytherin house had class all day. except you and Draco had free’s during third and fourth period. So when he saw you walk in with an angry look on your face, he wasn’t surprised, you had taken this time to hang out many times before. “You have no right being mad at me Draco!” You seethed, snatching his book from his hands. “We both agreed that we would keep this a secret, so if you’re going to whine like a baby, then maybe we should just end it. So there’s no secret to tell.” That spiked his interest, his attention finally was on you and you let yourself faulter just the littlest bit, keeping your arms folded and your glare firm.

“I don’t want that…” He said with a soft voice, something you had heard very little from him over the course of the year. “I don’t want to tell anyone anyway…” That made you falter, your arms fell and you sat next to him, tilting your head trying to get a look at his face. When he didn’t make it easy for you, you lifted your left hand to tilt his head up and your eyes met.

“Are you sure-“ You were cut off with a nod. “Then what’s wrong love?” He took a deep sigh, and let his guard down just a little bit more, you couldn’t help smiling at that, it was something you had been working on for the past year of your relationship.

“I just wanted to feel like this…” He pointed between himself and you. “this was real, and that it wasn’t just a silly thing.” You let out a giggle at his words, never had hearing him speak in such away. “Its not funny…” You cut him off with a kiss, and you felt him relax into it.

“I love you, Malfoy.” His eyes widened at your confession, and by doing that it made you more nervous, you hadn’t said those three words to each other before, and you knew he wasn’t going to say it first, and the timing just felt like the right time. Well it did. “I-“

“I love you too Angel,” He smiled and leant in for another kiss. That was the first time you fought, you’re first I love you, and first night you spent together. Or afternoon.

“What if Crabe or Goyle walk in?” He didn’t answer just lifted his wand and locked the door. Making you both continue in a flood of awkward giggles.

 You didn’t tell anyone about your relationship, 6th year rolled around and Draco was acting different, he was less loving, and more angry. It confused you, but you still remained together whenever you could. After your first fight in 5th year, you didn’t again, only little disputes when he insulted people, or you made fun of his attitude.

The year was a stressful one, with Voldemort looming over everyone. You were a nervous wreck, then you found out about Dumbledore’s death and Snape had become the headmaster. You were frightened. You looked for Draco in comfort and he gave it too you, yet when you found out he was a death eater, it broke your heart. You had noticed that he had been acting more hostile, harry had mentioned it over the course of the year. Yet you never believed it until you saw him leaving for the room of requirement. After he had been avoiding you for days, and cutting your conversations short. You knew something was up right away and when he forgot to cover his death eater tattoo.

“I cant believe you…” You were backing away, he rolled down his sleeve. Trying to keep you from leaving. “Don’t. You say I’m a traitor but you! You’re much _much  _worse…”

“Angel.”

“No! Don’t touch me.”

The blonde boy watched as his only constant left and he couldn’t help but let a tear fall. You stormed out, letting the golden trio know that you were ready to fight for Hogwarts, you wanted to take down Voldemort. In hopes of getting your Draco back.

The war killed many, you watched as many of your classmates fell. You however kept your head high. Then Voldemort arrived. Harry went to fight. To stop him once and for all. Yet when Voldemort’s Army arrived, with Hagrid carrying the boy who lived. Limp in his arm.

“Harry potter is dead!” He belted, Bellatrix was laughing and Ginny screamed.

You swore you heard everyone’s heart crumble at his words, you glanced around the crowd, and your eyes landed on your boyfriend. He looked just as heartbroken as everyone watching. He looked scared. Nervous and all you wanted to do was run and hold him until all the bad left his life.

We had lost.

“Come forward and join us, or die.” Voldemort finished, no one even moved a muscle, and you stared Draco down, he was looking around at his fellow students, he was looking at you. Then Draco’s father began to catch his attention.

“Draco.” He begged. Yet, his son was hesitant, just waiting for someone to stop him, to convince him to stay. So you did.

Reaching out your hand. Everyone’s eyes fell to you. “Draco come here.” You smiled softly, his nerves seemed to ease, only to spike when Voldemort spoke. “Draco my boy! Come here.” The tone was condescending, and you watched as Draco almost walked to him.

“Baby, please. Don’t do this.” You kept your hand raised. His eyes filtered between the both of you. Before he took a step. Everyone was watching it unfold, wondering how they missed the relationship, but you payed no attention to anyone else, keeping your eyes trained on the boy you had grown to love. Before you knew it, his ring clad hand was placed in yours, the same hand you took the night of the ball however his cologne wasn’t as strong this time around.

Without missing a beat, you wrapped your arms around him, uttering how much you loved him, apologizing as he clung to your clothes. Everything moved in slow motion. You looked over his shoulder to see a very angry Dark lord, he raised his arms. Aiming for Draco’s back with his next spell.

“Avadakadabra!” and as quickly as he said it, you had turned his body, blocking it with your own. Screams filled your ears. Your fellow classmates watching as your body fell to the floor being cradled by the Slytherin prince himself.

You were gone before he could tell you how much he loved you. He didn’t know how he would carry on without you, but one thing he knew is he was going to kill Voldemort, or die trying.

 The war had ended, Hogwarts had won, yes it was destroyed, and many lives were lost. They still won. Draco had stolen the wand of Voldemort, helping Harry in his ambush, before keeping the dark lords attention for as long as he could.

It was time to clean the castle up, and Draco walked around, eyeing the once magical pictures. Hermione had helped him move your body. Offering him a kind but sad smile in the meantime. Now he was cleaning up the mess as best he could to distract him from his heartbreak.

He lifted an old mirror, making him let out a small gasp. It was the mirror of Erised. The thing that shows your most wanted desire. He finally let his tears fall, not bothering to hide them anymore. With a deep sigh he smiled.

“Hello Angel.”

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Forgiveness

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Hey! It’s been a long time since I last posted something for Draco. I have to say I missed him very much. This is a quick one, no fluff involved but I hope you like it!

Summary: You go to a reunion party in Hogwarts years after the Battle.

Warnings: bit of angst

Word count: 1,8k

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You hadn’t seen him in years. You didn’t expect him to come, but there he was. 

Surrounded by old friends, he talked in a contained manner, as if he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. His back was facing you, his light hair contrasting the black suit he had on. You felt breathless, the idea of him being in the same room was too much. 

Hermione placed a hand on your forearm, making you switch your gaze to her. 

“You’re staring,” she whispered in a friendly tone. 

“No, I’m not,” you denied, taking a sip from your glass of Champagne.

She raised an eyebrow accusingly, but you ignored it. You weren’t going to admit to anyone that the presence of Draco Malfoy was affecting you. 

You heard laughter from across the room and fought the urge to look at the people there. You knew who was laughing, you could recognize Pansy’s giggles in a hundred miles. You heard it so many times... 

“Congrats on the win last week, Ginny. Harry told me you were amazing,” Hermione dragged you out of your head. 

“Oh, did he?” the ginger woman looked at her fiancee, slightly biting her lower lip, “I didn’t think he could focus on the game with so many people trying to talk to him. He’s famous, you know?”

Harry let out a chuckle and shook his head. 

“Luna’s glasses didn’t work,” he said, earning a small smile from Hermione, “I could see the nargles, though.”

“That’s what they’re for!” Luna replied. 

Although you loved your friends more than anything, you felt bored in that conversation. Something in your mind insisted in telling you that you could be having more fun if you were standing a little closer to the entrance door. In other words, closer to him.

No. You took another sip from your glass, desperately trying to get rid of those thoughts. 

You couldn’t fool yourself. You knew what would happen if you talked to him. You knew what his reaction would be. You knew he would look at you with no emotion in his eyes and say a generic, meaningless greeting. You knew. 

Yet, that small, silly part of you still hoped he would come to you and say he thought about you all these years, just like you thought about him. You hoped he would say he regretted not living what you could have lived. You hoped he would say he regretted being on the wrong side of the battle, just like you regretted giving up on him so easily. You hoped for a lot of things.

“What about you, Y/N? How’s the Daily Prophet going?” Ginny asked, obviously trying to make you a part of the conversation you weren’t paying attention to.

“Well,” you cleared your throat, “I might get this promotion by the end of the month, which means I might be given more space and visibility on the section I write for.”

“That’s great!” Hermione smiled at you. 

“I’m rooting for you,” Ginny added.

“Thanks,” you gave them a shy smile, “But there’s this guy who’s super talented and kind of friends with the boss so... I’m not really optimistic about that.”

“But you’re also really talented and smart! You got this,” Hermione encouraged you. 

“I hope so,” you sighed, “I could use the extra cash.” 

Regret flooded your heart as soon as the words came out. Yeah, you were going through a not-so-easy time in your life, but you didn’t really want to bring that up in a party. Actually, you didn’t want to talk about that at all. It was no one’s business.

“I’ll be right back,” you said and left the group, walking straight to the garden outside. 

The night sky looked lovely, but it didn’t really catch your attention. You regretted going to that reunion party. You felt like you didn’t belong in there and, because of that, you couldn’t enjoy it.

Seeing your friends so happy and how successful they were in their careers made you think about how your life had turned out. Although you knew you shouldn’t be comparing, you couldn’t help it. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had their dream jobs, living a comfortable life with the people they loved. You, on the other hand, lived alone in your apartment and worked in an environment that drained your energy every day. 

There were so many untrustworthy people in the Daily Prophet that you felt suffocated. You couldn’t handle it anymore, but you knew you had no choice. Despite everything, it was still the best place to work at if you wanted to be a journalist. 

You took the last sip from your glass and placed it on the short garden wall, resting your arms on it. You could see the trees, the hills and the lake far away. It was a pretty view with a big moon and the stars shining bright above. 

“I never thought I would miss this place.”

You felt nervous as soon as you heard that deep, serious voice. You certainly did not expect him to come talk to you that night. 

Draco approached the wall and rested his arms on it, right next to you. 

“But I do. A lot,” he added, admiring the landscape.

“Me too,” you said, feeling your heartbeat increasing.

“How are you?” he asked, finally looking at you with the eyes that haunted your dreams for years.

“Fine,” you replied, looking away, “And you?”

“Could be better,” he admitted, “But I’m used to it at this point.”

“You shouldn’t be. You’re too young for that.” 

“Yeah... Isn’t it sad?”

You looked at him, meeting his eyes just in time to catch him checking you out. You blushed fiercely, noticing that he took a bit longer on your cleavage. That send old memories to your mind, but you quickly shrugged them off. 

“You look beautiful,” he said.

“Thank you,” you replied, still blushing, “You too.”

Draco had a discrete smirk on his face. That same smirk that made you feel butterflies in your stomach when you were a teenager, which was stupid to think about now, since you were feeling it again. 

“I didn’t expect you to come tonight,” you confessed, “You always hated this place.”

“Sometimes you only value things after you lose them,” he replied, “But I didn’t come for the place.” 

He said those words looking in your eyes. The wind brushed your face lightly, waving your hair in a delicate motion. The plants around you moved slowly, a few leaves falling to the ground. The sound of it was like music. 

Suddenly, you weren’t nervous anymore. You felt peaceful. 

“I did,” you admitted, “This is my home. It will always be.”

“I know.”

At that moment, you wished you were a Legilimens so you could see what was going on inside Draco’s head. And he was relieved you weren’t, otherwise you would know that he was thinking about your first kiss and feeling his heart skip beats with just the thought of it. He wished he could do it again. He wished he could do it now.

“I’m... really sorry,” he whispered, “For everything.”

“Yeah... me too.”

“I still have nightmares about it.”

“About the war?”

“Yes, but mostly about... before the war. Everything I had to do, every person I had to hurt, every good part of me that died the night you walked away.”

“Draco...”

“No, Y/N, I need to say this. I was a terrible person, I didn’t care about anyone but myself. I only made friends with people that my family would approve, not because of their personality or qualities, but because of their blood status. I was mean and bitter and felt joy in mistreating others. I wasn’t a good person, (y/n),” he took a deep breath, “But then I met you. For some reason, whenever you were around, I couldn’t do what I liked to do the most, I couldn’t pick on the muggleborns or... your friends. I even felt shame in the times you caught me doing it. To this day, I don’t know why, but you brought out the best in me. I wanted to be better when I was around you, even if I didn’t notice it.”

“Draco...”

“But of course I ruined it. When you finally gave me a chance, I ruined it. I chose the wrong side, Y/N, and I hurt you. I am really sorry.” 

“Draco,” you said more firmly and he looked at you quite taken aback, “I’m glad to see that you recognize your mistakes and you regret them. We were children and we made a lot of wrong choices. I regret a lot of things from that time too, including walking away.” 

“That wasn’t a mistake, Y/N. I was choosing a path you couldn’t follow.”

“No. I should have stayed with you. I saw how confused, scared and hesitant you were. I could see that deep down you didn’t want to go that way. I should have stayed and helped you. But I walked away when you needed me the most. For that, I am really sorry.”

“You don’t need to be...”

“What I’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t be too hard on yourself. You changed. You saw that you were wrong and you changed. You need to stop thinking that you don’t deserve a good life because of your past. Everyone deserves a second chance. You deserve to be happy, Draco. You were a child.”

It looked like that was something he needed to hear ever since the Battle, because Draco started silently crying and you immediately pulled him for a hug.

“Thank you,” he whispered in your ear.

You slowly let go of him and wiped a lonely tear that was falling down his cheek.  

“You’re welcome,” you gave him a small smile, “You know... I was starting to regret coming to this party.”

“Really?” he cleared his throat and rubbed his eyes discretely, “Why?”

“I was bored.” 

“The Chosen One is not as fun as people think, huh?” he joked. 

“Actually, he is a lot more fun than people think,” you teased, “But I wasn’t in the mood for this party.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Not really,” you confessed, “But it will be... eventually.”

“Are you living in London?” 

“Yes. Why?”

“Well, maybe we could go out someday. You know, have dinner, go for a walk, whatever you’d like to do,” he said nervously. 

“Like on a date?” you asked, feeling your cheeks heating up. 

“Yes,” Draco nodded, “If you want to.”

You couldn’t know, but his heart was beating really fast at that moment.

“I would love to,” you smiled. 

“Good! So... I’ll write you.” 

“Okay. I’ll be waiting.” 

“Do you want to go back to the party now?” 

“Not really. I’d rather stay here... with you.”

Draco smirked and moved closer. 

“Yeah, me too.”

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