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frost-queen · 9 months

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Reader!Black x Lucius Malfoy | Headcanon

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>Family relations

Being the middle child was a life on it's own. "Not mature enough seen by your parents" and "not young anymore to keep to childish ways". Short story you were never taken serious enough. At least not by your parents. Your brothers tried to keep you in their mind. When you were younger you were all they thought about. Making sure you were always alright.

As their own personal problems became an issue, you kind of faded into the background. So fed up with themselves they didn't see that you were distancing yourself from the family. A family you didn't agree with. The dark arts were something you didn't want to touch. You were actually the first of the Black siblings to be disgraced by the family. After an outburst with your parents. You had enough of it, enough of not being seen or heard. They still threated you like a child.

Walburga practically kicked you out without any of your belongings. Tossed out, disowned and disgraced. She would not have a child of her defy against her ways. Saddened and scared you sought refuge with your cousins. They welcomed you into their home. You spend long nights of gossiping about boys and other silly things. It was Bellatrix who caught word of your excile. She was the one practically cursing you out of their house. Casting the unforgiveble curses your way. Chased out, you had no where else to go. wandering around while trying to keep your mood up. Regulus and Sirius caught later word of your exile. Sirius tried searching for you during that long summer. He never found you.

>Hogwarts era

Fourth year at Hogwarts. Never in a million years did you think Malfoy would show interest in you. That snobby kid had annoyed you since first year. Proudly throwing his family name around. Perhaps you never saw it, but come to think of it Lucius had always been annoyingly close to you. He'd always be seated near you in class. Showing his wits and intelligence on purpose to you. Like he'd answer a question right and immediately look your way with a smug face. You had been exciled by your family around the end of your third year. That year was a though one for you. Most of your house ignored you or avoided you in fright of fearing your mother and her wrath as they showed you kindness. Lucius was one of the few who kept a close distance. The maraunders too because of your brother, but they weren't always around. You considered them friends but Lucius's presence felt stronger.

You noticed he staid at Hogwarts during the winter break, even when he usually always went home. He would study in the library near a table to yours. You had caught him glancing a few times at you. At some point you were even ready to throw hands at him for staring. By the end of your fourth year he sought out contact. Actually approaching you to have conversations with you. Most of them were about classes of Quidditch. It was then that you came to understand that Lucius was ver intelligent. Eventhough he was almost the only one seeking contact with you, it grew on you. By the summer you couldn't deny it anymore that you actually missed his annoying presence.

>Dating era

Begin of the fifth year you were excited to meet him again. Lucius was waiting for you by the grand hall as you practically ran up to him. It surprised him to see you so excited.

"What got you so excited Y/n?"

"Just you."

Rather quickly the two of you started dating. Lucius proudly showing you off. Defying anyone that dared to speak faul of you. He would always be defending your name behind your back. One time a few of your house were laughing at you, taunting you. Lucius caught word of it, taking your hand as he pulled you to his side. "Say one more thing about my lady and I'll obliverate you into nothingness. It appears respect has gone missing and I suggest you go find it again. You may think you are funny, but you are not. All I see are three useless wizards not even coming close to the grace of my girlfriend. Who I don't need to remind you can whip your ass in seconds."

Lot's of cuddling and kisses. Forhead kisses, cheek kisses, hand kisses. Lucius is so devoted to you he would do anything for you. He would slay anyone that disrepects you. Lucius would truly listen to your struggles and try to solve them. Once you were dating, you could live with him at Malfoy Manor. His parent's weren't so keen of it at first, but Lucius talked them into it. Long conversations deep into the night. Dances in the dark, snowball fights and tickle attacks. By the end of the fifth year was Lucius ready to get on one knee and marry you. You told him to wait till after school. You loved him very much, but he was just too eager with it. Well that is what you get with being obsessed with you. He worshiped you.

>After Hogwarts

Lucius and you got rather quickly married. A blissful marriage. It was a small gathering for the party. The mauranders and some friends of his. The two of you became such a strong couple, many aspired to have your kind of relationship. Lucius's devotion to you only grew over time. After a year of marriage you got pregnant with your first child. Around the same time Lily Evans now Potter was. Lucius became so caring and overprotective over your and the unborn child the moment he knew. Brining you everything you needed. Making sure no one would cause you any stress. At night he would happy cry as he is about to be a father. He would never tell you about it, but you secretly knew. He started to prepare for the arrival weeks in. Before you knew it, the house would be filled with baby supplies and douzens of stuffend animals in case the child didn't like the first one he bought.

The pregancy was a smooth one. You gave birth first, Lily second. Lucius cried his eyes out at his newborn son. Draco. Draco got introduced rather quickly to Harry, Lily's child. You would come together so much to share experiences and let Draco and Harry explore together. Lucius and James watching from afar as their wives had the time of their lives. Draco once squeezed James hard in his nose as it made Lucius laugh his ass off. On his turn, tugged Harry once at Lucius's hair, only for the roles to be reversed from laughter. Draco was the first to sit up, while Harry was still struggling a bit with it.

When Lily and James died, the contact with Harry dried out. You never sought him out. Guess it pained you too much. Draco and Harry grew up seperatly despite having shared many months together. After their dead got Draco raised up strict, yet full of love. He was told over and over how much his family name was worth. Lucius wanted his son to know his status. To know how strong of a family they are. He didn't want him to go through the same taunting you went through. You followed Lucius, not wanting Draco to experience the same kind of pain.

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yan-senna · 4 months

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Comforting Him (Lucius Malfoy)

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Lucius has lately had many nightmares. Y/N wants to comfort him - and as it’s Christmas soon, she decides to give him a surprise or two.

This is a request from @sevsnapes. Thank you for your request!

I hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas🎅🏻

Published: 12/25/2023

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Word count: 1.3k

Warning: Nightmares, fear of abandonment and mentions of death

Lucius jolts up in bed, trying to regain his breathing. It’s the middle of the night, and he just woke up from a nightmare. He has lately had many of those - nightmares about his father, nightmares about Azkaban, nightmares about the Dark Lord…

It’s been almost a year since the war ended and the Boy Who Lived won, but Lucius still lives in fear. What if he will be back? What if he will punish him?

He returns back to reality when a hand gently grabs his. It’s his girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N. They have been together for six months now. After Lucius lost his wife Narcissa thanks to the war, he never thought he would be happy again. But he did when he met the woman who’s currently next to him in bed, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Are you okay, Luci?” she gently asks.

“Yes…” Lucius replies, barely above a whisper.

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lafleshlumpeater · 1 year

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being besties w/ Luci would include?- (God I feel like I'll get a lot of opposition from everyone because a lot of followers and you love marauders but oh well)

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"And then, the lupin boy had the audacity to talk me down! 'you're not the only prefect around here, malfoy,' he said. the sheer disrespect!" lucius exclaimed.

the corners of your mouth twitched upwards. "how very dare he!" you tried to sound as genuine as possible, but to be honest, you found the whole ordeal hilarious.

"i know! and-" he paused for a second and sighed. "you find this funny, don't you."

your eyes glistened with mirth. "no," you continued to almost mock your best friend, continuing to braid his unnaturally platinum- blond hair. " i think it's... quite... uhm...." you try to hold your laughter in in vain, eventually letting go of his precious locks to cover your face as you snorted into your hands. "oh my god, malfoy, you are so pathetic."

"i am not pathetic!" he exclaimed in protest. "just because he's friends with them, if he wasn't he would get them in so much trouble, detentions every day-"

"hey, leave remus alone, he's done nothing to you!"

"please, just because you have a crush on him!"

lucius was muttering angrily after you had heard him practically yell the common room password and marched into the dungeons, and when you had asked him what was wrong you had expected for him to say anything except for begin to rant about one of your classmates-nearly-mates, mates. who you also happened to have a tiny crush on. but that was besides the point.

you scoffed in retaliation. "just because he got a higher mark than you in the last arithmancy test."

"you didn't deny your little crush." he ignored the snide comment directed towards himself and mocked you instead.

"i don't like him," i murmured, concentrating at the task at hand to ignore the fact you were blushing slightly. "and shut up, you're ruining your hair."

"ow!" he muttered mock- angrily as you pulled a lock of his hair. "watch how i embarrass you in front of him tomorrow."

"you watch i don't cut your hair off in your sleep, malfoy."

"i know you wouldn't, love."

he was teasing you for the nickname remus had oh-so-casually called you when asking for an extra quill the day before, and you had blushed the hardest you'd ever had before even processing what he had asked for.

cringing internally, you were quick to snap at lucius, but it was all in good intentions- that was how you two worked.

"shut up!"

"i didn't hear you complaining when he called you that," he drawled. you slapped his hands away from where they were prodding and poking at his hair, trying to figure out what style you were doing.

"leave off, you absolute menace," you hiss. "that's different."

lucius was about to come up with another witty retort when barty threw a book at the two of you from where he was trying to sleep on the sofa, his arm sprawled across his face. "shut up, both of you. i'm trying to sleep, you're worse than regulus and bellatrix."

"shut up, barty," the two of you parroted in unison.

"just because evan left you for a 'puff girl," you snorted.

this time it was an inkwell which you dodged, well- practised at the sport. "try again, my friend."

"or DON'T!" lucius practically shrieked as he failed to avoid a cushion which you smirked at. "shut up, you."

"i didn't say anything."

"yeah, well.. shut up."

"yessir."

"... don't let cissa hear you saying that."

you and barty gasped.

"malfoy!"

"ooh, kinky," barty smirked.

you flipped him off in response. "shut up."

lucius smirked. "i mean, is he wrong?"

"ooh, scandalously kinky!"

"SHUT UP, CROUCH!"

barty features bc he's my bff

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dranna · 5 months

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writing request: lucius comforts sev after lily's death. something angsty, maybe?

Thank you for the request dear!~ hope you’ll like it

AO3 / Commissions / Links / Contents: Angst angst angst, it’s purely angst. Little tiny comfort at the end , no happy ending

Summary: Lucius tries to comfort Sev in his own arrogant way, not realising that how deep it cut Severus . Oh dear

a/n: She meant a lot to Sev for sure, but it didn’t mean that Lucius liked her too. I think it wouldn’t make any sense he made an exception with her only because of Snape (of not knowing fully how much Sev adored her), so she remained an “another worthless mudblood” in his eyes. What you guys think🤔

tags my beloveds: @giosnape

Me while writing this:

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Eventually the news reached him too,

Crushing him,

And leaving a forever open wound.

She is dead.

But her son,

The Boy Who Lived survived,

Pouring newfound hope in people’s minds.

I don’t care about the boy!

But Her.. She is dead!

Dead, dead, dead, dead!

And because of you!

His heart cruelly sang,

Echoing it in his mind,

Filling his whole being up.

What was I thinking when I ran,

With the Prophecy to the Fiend?

I should’ve known,

I should’ve..

Thoughts ended in quiet sobs,

While his knees gave out,

And he sank,

Deeper and deeper into despair,

Cursing himself to death.

He was shaking in his house,

Eloped in cold and dark.

However he stopped to feel,

The physical stiffness and ache,

A much more sinister pain,

Was crushing him into the ground,

Which broke to the surface from the depths of his soul.

Like waves suffocating a shipwrecked,

Abandoned mortal,

Filling his lungs with ice,

Burying him alive.

Dead, dead, dead, dead!

And because of you!

As he was lying on the floor,

Severus lost the ability to think or feel,

He could only endure,

The shattering Truth,

His Dark Mark being his grim witness to this all.

Who knows how long he’s been there,

Froze in time and place,

When, from somewhere far away,

The sound of faint knocking could be heard.

He didn’t move,

Not even tried,

But the knockings kept pouring over his mind.

As time went on,

They didn’t stop,

Only got louder and more harsh.

With the last strength he got in his bones,

He pulled himself together and opened the door.

A wizard was standing in the frame,

Hair white, face aristocratic,

Robes the best quality.

He glanced once, at the broken man,

And let himself in, in silence.

Snape was still at the door,

Not registering what was going on,

“Close the door and come,

Sit with me on the bed.”

Commanded the white haired man,

His voice was firm but honey sweet,

Worry and adoration hidden within.

With a move of his wand,

The fireplace roared with warmth.

Severus did as was told,

Like a machine without thoughts,

He sat down besides Lucius,

Still achy and cold.

He was boneless and without a feel,

Staring into nothing.

Warm, elegant hands locked his jaw,

Gently turning it towards Lucius,

“She was a mere mudblood,

You need not to feel ba—“

“DON'T YOU DARE TO CALL HER THAT”

Jumping back on the bed,

Screamed the professor,

With the force of roaring winds,

Loud and wrecked like a wounded animal,

Fighting for his life in the corner.

“Sorry that I called Her that,

Would you please come back?”

Sighed Lucius slightly annoyed,

But gentleness remained in his tone,

However Severus didn’t move,

Just stared with burning eyes into his soul.

Eventually the light haired moved,

Tenderly putting one finger under his jaw,

“I didn’t mean to upset you even more,

I came here to comfort you,

Knowing how much She meant in your eyes,

I shouldn’t have called Her this title.

I apologise.”

Knowing how much it took for Malfoy to utter these words,

He really must have meant every letter,

Reflected Severus with a softening glare,

While slowly moving closer,

Besides it’s not his fault,

It’s all mine,

She was nothing in his gaze,

He only came to help Me.

He climbed into the other’s lap,

Curling into Lucius’s chest.

His arms immediately held him tight,

Long sleeves shielding him from outside,

Malfoy started rocking back and forth,

Eventually calming the other down.

You’ll see, She will fade out of your memory!”

He exclaimed cheerfully.

You idiot,

I know you mean well,

Saying this thinking it will help,

But I need your presence not your words,

Your embrace comforting on its own,

“I forgive you Lucius.”

Whispered Snape after some time, into his robes,

Feeling an invisible hand,

Putting weights into his soul.

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xoxothesubwayfugitive · 1 year

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would you hold it against me? (lucissa)

I got a really sweet comment on this fic on AO3 today and I have to say it’s one I often forget about and I don’t think have ever shared here. It’s just a cute teen Lucissa story about them managing to fall in love despite everyone’s wishes for them, and it’s a oneshot so I’ll publish it all here for you.

Summary: Andromeda and Lucius were promised to one another, but he can't keep his eyes off her sister, no matter how hard he tries.

He would have given everything he had for one moment spent alone with Narcissa pressed against him. What he didn't notice during all these nights spent biting his pillow to stop from screaming was his own betrothed sneaking out of the common room and off to the kitchen corridors. The allure of Lucius Malfoy was wearing off quickly for Andromeda, just as she was beginning to wear off of him.

When she was 14, home for Christmas in her 3rd year, her mother explained it all to her. Lucius Malfoy's parents had been over, she said, and they liked her. Everyone liked Andromeda. She had those melting brown eyes and wavy fawn hair that her mother drew back with a huge red bow. She spoke quietly and her laugh pealed. Compared to her sisters she was an absolute plum. Both of them were beautiful, but neither could enchant the way she did. Bellatrix in particular was skipped over by boys and their mothers alike. She was an Andromeda that someone had forgotten to polish. And where Andromeda was pleasant and shy, Narcissa, so different from the other two in looks, shirked to the point of being frigid. Even as a very young child, she had a way of making people feel less than.

So yes, Mrs. Malfoy had very much thought Andromeda the perfect match for her son.

Lucius was fine, Andromeda thought as the conversation went on without her input. He was boastful, but you could not say his boasts were falsehoods. He really was the best Chaser in school, he really was at the top of his class in Potions, and yes, he really did have that much money. And although he did not boast of it, he was attractive, and he knew it.

On the train platform that January, he sought her out.

"I thought we should sit together," he said, eyes dancing, "and talk."

She entered a world that had held no interest for her before. Older students, more popular than she, who read dangerous books in paper covers when no one was looking. Bellatrix was one of them, and she smiled wickedly when Andromeda entered the carriage.

"It's just as it's meant to be now, Andy," she called out.

He did charm her. Lucius did everything he was meant to and Andromeda never once doubted that he was loyal to her. When he started leaning in for kisses she did not fight back. She never wanted to, despite what her future would have you believe. It was like being royalty, sat there on the couch with him, envied by every girl in sight; one in particular, just out of sight, in the shadows. A shirking blonde one, chewing on her quill.

It took Andromeda a long time to pick up on Lucius's head perpetually tilting in the direction of her younger sister. Narcissa did nothing to provoke it, nothing but blush prettily in a way that made Lucius want to go over and feel the warmth on her cheeks himself.

"Andy, you are the luckiest girl in the world," Narcissa told her. They were both up too early on a Saturday, enjoying a long and uninterrupted breakfast together. "Lucius is so perfect."

"No one is perfect, Cissy. Remember that."

"No, but Mother and Father won't do anything for me. Bellatrix will never match with anyone and they won't choose for me until she's a lost cause. I'm 15 now and they've said nothing. I haven't even had new dress robes yet this year."

"Oh, Narcissa, if you're smart you'll find someone with your own brain." Andromeda's eyes wandered very far across the Great Hall at that. "The Lucius Malfoys of the world are not all that's available."

"All I have ever wanted is to be like Mother, and you know that. Babies and a home. I want to know I'm going to be in a family worthy of me."

"That is the most Narcissa Black statement I have ever heard."

"Well, those are really the only kind of statements you could expect me to make."

Narcissa was no longer the wallflower of years before. If she was as bound and determined to end up simply married as she said, she could have been accounted for in a day's quick flirting. Boys were lost in the waterfall of her pale hair, and in the indignity of doing simple tasks for her. But when she dropped her stack of neatly rolled parchment, there was one boy who never seemed to be there on his knees rerolling it for her.

Lucius did not have the comfort of siblings. No one shared any wise words with him, no one explained that if he wanted to marry a different Black girl, everything that had been promised before could all be wiped away in a day's time. The older they all got the more often he went to bed sick to his stomach, sure he would never be happy and sure that he was doing the right thing despite it all.

Narcissa Black swept around the Slytherin common room with such an inborn grace that he had to wonder if she practiced it at night just to make the mere mortals among them feel inferior. What had been unpleasant shyness years earlier was now a haughty shell that cracked easily enough for those who pleased her. And it was not only for those with money or looks; Severus Snape seemed to delight her the most of all. Lucius wished to receive half the smile Severus got each evening when he joined her to study.

But Lucius and Narcissa had grown up together. They were to be family. Small affections were allowable, were they not? A box of candy given with an unnoticeable blush, or one evening spent together far too late in the common room, because Narcissa knew Charms better than Lucius ever would, and he could never have passed his NEWTS without her.

And then, one of those evenings turned to night and then, shockingly, to dawn. Narcissa's hand, the one that wasn't propping her head up, stretched out temptingly before her on the table. Lucius was delirious. She was there, and he was suddenly brave.

"Narcissa…" he began, and suddenly, triggered by the longing in his voice, her head snapped up. Her hand was no longer there, it was furling and unfurling her handkerchief in her lap.

"I am so glad it's Saturday," she yawned. "You owe me for this late night, Lucius Malfoy."

And then she stood up, and disappeared into the girl's corridor.

Ted Tonks was nothing like Lucius. He had never boasted once. He had a wide face that few called handsome. He was a Beater on the Hufflepuff team and he tried his best. Professor Binns said he was remarkably good in History of Magic, mostly because he was the only one who stayed consistently awake. And he promised Andromeda an entire world of similarly low expectations, where the only thing that would be important was their love for one another and those around them. Ted knew nothing of Dark Magic. He said he hardly wanted a job in the Wizarding world, much less anything to do with upholding its bizarre old traditions. He would hold her hand over their homework and smile at her with openness she had never imagined could exist between two people.

After the last Quidditch match of his school days, Lucius could not ignore Narcissa at the party. She was in tight jeans and a turtleneck (did her mother know she owned such things?) and had rimmed her eyes very dark. Her hair was piled up so that it looked like it would tumble imminently, and every few minutes she would glance over and pretend to be shy when she noticed his eyes hadn't moved.

Then she went out into the corridor, and no one noticed but him.

"What are you doing out here?" he breathed, finding her tucked just behind a column a few paces down from the door to the common room.

"Waiting for you."

He dared to put his hand at the waistband of her jeans.

"Really?"

"I shouldn't be," she replied. "And I should feel much more afraid than I do right now."

"Cissy…"

"You're being a coward about it," she told him. No questions, no hedging.

"I tried once. You pulled away."

A smile curled across her face. Another piece of hair fell down across her eyes.

"It's called playing hard to get."

Somehow his other hand found its way to the middle of her back. The clasp of her bra taunted him under her sweater.

"What am to do now that I've got you, then?" he whispered.

Lucius was still in his Quidditch robes, still dusty. His hair was tousled and stiff from the wind. Narcissa was starting to feel completely drunk in his presence.

"I…we shouldn't…" she started to stutter.

"But I want to, Narcissa. I can fix everything. I can do it, if I know you'll be waiting."

Now Lucius had moved in. The hand on her back had gone to twirl through a lock of her hair, and her back had gotten pressed against the wall.

“I’ll wait,” was all she could get out.

"I saw something rather shocking the other night," Bellatrix teased Andromeda, finding her in the library on her off period.

"Hmm." Things had cooled between the sisters lately. Bellatrix received letters almost every morning that she would show to no one except Rodolphus Lestrange, a boy of whom Andromeda had always naturally been leery.

"Yes, I was very late coming back from the Great Hall, and two people were standing in the shadows just down from the common room entrance. You can imagine."

"After a Quidditch match? Yes, Bellatrix, I'm not shocked to hear that someone played fast and loose with curfew to go out and snog in peace."

"Maybe not, but you don't realize who it was. People so well known to us. It was strange, really, how they were both fair enough to almost be glowing in the torch light."

Andromeda's quill broke from sudden pressure.

"Oh."

"Yes, Andy. Oh."

"I suspected it," Andromeda said.

"Lucius is so fond of her," Bellatrix mused. "I just always thought he was showing brotherly pride when he talked about her accomplishments. Although maybe he never went on like that in front of you, Andy."

"No, he did not." Andromeda leaned back in the hard chair and tipped her head back. It was mid-morning, the sun just starting to stream in through the big leaded windows. There was always a haze in the library from a thousand years of dust, unable to be conquered by ordinary or magical means.

"I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you," Bellatrix said. Something attempting to be sympathy crossed her face.

"I don't believe you are, Bella. You could have said nothing easily. Surely you know how many relationships like mine and Lucius's end up like this, and yet go forward."

"Well, I did think as well…never mind."

"Bella, you are being ridiculous!" Andromeda's raised voice earned her a hard shush from the librarian.

"I haven't seen you with Lucius much lately," Bellatrix went on.

"We're both busy. We got older, things are different than when we were barely teenagers. He's in the middle of N.E.W.T.s"

"You're both being idiots," Bellatrix finished, and left.

They all went home for the summer, things the same as always on the surface. Andromeda and Lucius together in a carriage with Bellatrix and her surly group, Narcissa elsewhere with her giggling friends. All of them except Bellatrix entirely out of sorts and lost. Bellatrix knew exactly where she was going next.

An owl arrived to Narcissa's window very late that night.

Dear Narcissa,

I'm home alone, my parents out as always, hating myself for the mess I've made. Everything was wrong. I should have spent the past 3 years with you, I should have spoken up to my mother as soon as they offered Andromeda up to me. Now we will never have the memories together we should have. You should have been at the Yule Ball with me, beside me on the sofa each night, and yes, I should have kissed you a thousand more times than I did. I will sort this out, Narcissa. Please wait for me to fix it.

Love,

Lucius

Narcissa crept down the hall to Andromeda's room. There was light under the door, but she hesitated to knock. When she did, soft entry was called.

"Please, Andy," Narcissa said, peering around the door. "We've been so distant. Let me sleep with you tonight."

"Yes, Cissy," she sighed. "Of course you can."

"Why are you so upset with me?"

Andromeda let her sister settle in the bed and put her head upon her shoulder, as they always did, before speaking.

"Bellatrix saw you and Lucius."

"Oh Andy, no…I…" Narcissa's head rose and Andromeda pushed it back down with her far hand.

"Hush, Narcissa. I am upset. But I've no right to be. I started with someone else long before Lucius did."

Narcissa's eyes grew wide.

"Long before?"

"It's been this entire year. Really sparked at the end of our 5th year, and we wrote over the summer."

"Who –"

"Not tonight, Cissy. Just listen. You are going to help me because otherwise we will all be in very big trouble. Wait through the rest of next year for Lucius. Let us look as if everything is fine, and I swear to you that you will have him when I graduate. I won't kiss him or anything of the sort. Really either of will hardly be able to see him with him out of school."

"Why don't you just tell Mummy and Father, though?" Narcissa pleaded. "It's all going to work out the same."

"I cannot be promised off to some other man now. Lucius is perfect for this, and he will agree." Andromeda took a very deep breath. "He is obviously besotted with you. He will agree if you tell him it's alright. Lucius is so…malleable."

"What could be so bad, Andy, to put us all through a year of this?"

"Good night, Narcissa."

Lucius,

You and I will go on as always throughout my last year of school, and I promise as soon as I leave Hogwarts you will have Narcissa. I expect nothing from you now except a façade. Hold it up well and we will all have what we desire.

Andromeda

Dear Narcissa,

Your sister wrote. I don't understand it entirely, but if it means you and I can end up together without too much fuss, or heartache, then so be it. I only wish it required me to show something of myself. Hopefully a time will come when I can prove myself to you otherwise. I will do my best this year, and think often of the night in the hall.

Love,

Lucius

Narcissa understood on their very first day back at school. A Mudblood. Andromeda glowed when he greeted her on the train, and it was shocking to her sister even after they had planned all this deception together. Andromeda and Ted never appeared romantic together – no matter how well sworn to secrecy Narcissa was, there were a dozen others would report back to the Blacks eagerly – but it was clear. Narcissa was participating in a very great betrayal of her family.

Do you know what we're consenting to? she wrote to Lucius that evening.

I had suspected it. I don't care, came the answer in the morning.

Please check out this and my other Lucissa fics on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/37082863

#lucius malfoy #lucius x narcissa #lucissa #narcissa malfoy #bellatrix lestrange #andromeda tonks #harry potter #lucius malfoy fic #malfoys

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sacredsnape · 1 year

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I've become hyperfixated on Lucius, so I will start writing oneshots/imagines/etc. for him. When I reopen requests, I'll also start taking requests for him now :)

#lucius malfoy #lucius malfoy fic #lucius malfoy x you #lucius malfoy x reader #requests opening soon #sacredsnape

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dreamingonfilm · 1 year

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✧˖*°࿐ Love Letters | d.m

Draco Malfoy x f!reader, fluff

Summary: In which Draco tries to find the girl who sends him love letters, unaware to the fact that it’s you.

W/C: 1.5k

Draco’s fingers traced over the writing on the pink envelope once again. His mind was not able to rest as he tried to piece together who left the note on his bedside in the middle of the night. Delicately opening it once more, he reread the words inside;

Draco,

I hope you can learn to see yourself the way that I see you, with love and acceptance. You are what makes everyday worth it. Constellations are named after you, and each day I can’t help but to be thankful for the sun breathing on you once more. You are my light.

He carefully closed the envelope and placed it inside his bag. ‘They like me.’ the boy thought to himself, ‘someone actually likes me.’

It’s not that the boy was a stranger when it comes to love, but never once has he been perceived as something more than what he truly is. He’s always been Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy throne, son of Lucius, and most importantly a Slytherin. For this reason, he constantly rejected any advances that came from the female students around him. While his rejections came off as rude and cold-hearted, the other students failed to see that Draco, just like everyone else around him, was human too. He was scared of being hurt by the one feeling that he craved the most.

The walk to class was almost unbearable, he couldn’t stop thinking about the letter. He wanted to know the poet behind those beautiful words, the ones that kept repeating over and over in his head as he tried stirring potions or taking notes. You are what makes everyday worth it. He became hyper aware of his surroundings, assuming that he would know when he sees her, but he failed to realize that she was not someone that could be so easily spotted. She came exactly when you needed her to, not by desire alone.

—-

“Draco,” his friend Blaise called to him, “focus.”

“Oh, right.” Draco replied, trying to get his thoughts together as he walked back to his seat. It was the middle of the school week and his mind was only getting more crowded with the thoughts of her. As he sat back down, his friends swarmed him with questions as to what it was that he smelled in his amortentia, assuming that this would be the first step to finding her.

“I can’t describe it.” He sighed, running a hand through his platinum hair in defeat. “She has me going crazy and I don’t even know her.”

“Well,” Pansy spoke up, “I suggest maybe moving on? I mean, if she wants to be anonymous it may be for a reason. Plus, you have hundreds of other girls that would kill to be with you, Draco. Maybe try your luck somewhere else.” She flashed him a sincere smile before going in to hold his hand, but her efforts were cut short as the boy suddenly stood up.

“I don’t want to be with anyone unless it’s her.” He sneered, shaking his head as he turned around and started heading straight to the door. He said a hushed goodbye to his friends before exiting into the crowded hall.

Why couldn’t his friends see that he didn’t want anyone else? He didn’t care about her wealth, status, or looks, all that he wanted was someone that could love him in full. Love him in a way that can’t be tamed, a love that lives long after they do. This was something that he knew he wasn’t going to find any time soon, for as long as he was at Hogwarts he could only be Draco Malfoy.

His hopes were on her.

He walked through the hall, pushing through students that stood in his way as he asserted dominance with a ray of confidence and high ego. Students glared at him but none had the guts to say anything, this fear that Draco instilled was not one that was going to go away any time soon. It was one that he brought upon himself and now had to live with. Somewhere in between his daydreams and the crowded corridor, he felt someone bump into him. Their shoulders collided as his books fell to the floor. The stranger mumbled a quick apology before running off.

In the midst of his anger, he froze. He smelt it. That same scent that clouded him only a few minutes before. There it was, it was her, but just as quickly as he smelled it, she was gone. Only seeing her hair as she turned at the corner of the hallway.

He quickly got up and chased after her, pushing and shoving anyone that got in his way. This was his chance, he was finally going to meet the girl that’s been making him mad, the one that he’s been dreaming of. His heart was pounding as he ran faster and faster down the hall, students staring at him in confusion as he was passing them by, quills and journals flying out of his bag – but he didn't care, he couldn’t let her get away.

Once he turned the corner, he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sensation of defeat. His heart crushed as he stared into the empty hallway.

—-

Two weeks have passed since the day that Draco and her collided. He sat in his bed, holding a brand new letter. The same shade of pink as the one before, with the handwriting that he’s fallen in love with.

“Draco,

I’m sorry for not writing to you. I’ve been thinking of you every day, and I just can’t bear to keep dreaming of you without letting you know that I’m sorry for bumping into you in the hallway. The truth is, I’m scared, Draco.

I’m scared you aren’t going to like me for who I am. I’m scared that writing to you was a mistake. I’m scared that the only way you will ever see me is through these letters. I see you every day, why can’t you see me?

You’re always in my heart, shining above me every night, my constellation. If we remain strangers forever, just know that I’ve never come to love someone like how I love you.”

He was getting restless. Constant possibilities of who it could be running through him, he even considered the possibility that this could be a prank, but no amount of doubt could prevent him from finding her, his hope overpowered all the fear that he had.

Draco sat up once more and started getting ready for dinner. Brushing his hair and straightening out his tie, he needed to look presentable for the off chance that he could be meeting her today.

He headed down into the Great Hall and that’s when he saw it. A pink envelope in the hands of a girl he’s never talked to, but not just any girl, it was you.

He shouted out into the void, but he wasn’t quick enough. “Hey wait!” he called out, as you quickly grabbed your things and ran off once more. He couldn’t see you like this, it wasn’t the right time. Your face flushed red as you ran, your breathing quickening as your legs started to grow tired, but you could not let him find you.

Draco chased after you, he was only a few feet behind but with enough determination you knew you could lose him. As you sprinted through the maze of halls, you started to grow light headed, you knew that if you didn’t stop soon you would faint.

But it’s not the right time

You stopped in front of a random classroom, rushing to open the door before he could catch up to you, but it was too late. He crashed into you, both of you falling to the ground with a loud thump, his hands landing on either sides of you as you laid in between him.

He finally found you.

“Who are you?” He asked, not wasting any more time to get to know the girl who stole his heart. You stared into his eyes, feeling a frog in your throat as you mustered up the courage to finally talk to him.

“M-my name is (Y/N).” You whispered, neither of you breaking eye contact. He smiled, grabbing hold of your hands as he went to pick you both up. You were both nervous, too scared of saying the wrong things, but wanting to say them all regardless.

“(Y/N),” he repeated, looking at you with a face full of love and adoration, “I’m Draco.”

He brushed your hair with his fingers and went to pat the dust off your shoulders. You didn’t know what to say or do, but you didn’t have to.

This was the right time.

“Come along then (Y/N),” Draco smiled, interlocking his hand in yours before leading you back down to the Great Hall, “we have a lot of catching up to do.”

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goldenbuckyyy · 10 months

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LOVER

Summary: An inside look into the happily ever after between you and Draco that is well deserved.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.3kish

Warnings: SMUT (!!), raw sex, synchronized orgasms, slight dirty talk, cream pie, making out, established relationship.. anything else?! Let me know!!

A/N: I had always been wanting to write this little epilogue for my favorite little story, Heather. Please read my previous post which is just an explanation into why I hadn’t posted in a while! I hope you enjoy this. Title inspo: “Lover” by Taylor Swift.

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions. Please message me your thoughts! Love reading them. 🫶🏻

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“Shhhh, baby. You gotta be quiet,” your husband rasps into your neck, his deep voice sending goosebumps loose all over your skin, as he licks a small strip up to your chin as he proceeds to nibble on your bottom lip. His warm, soft hands touching your skin which makes you feel like you're burning underneath him.

You clench your eyes together to try and make sense of all of the different sensations you’re currently feeling.

A strangled moan chokes its way out of the back of your throat as he angles his hips upwards to go in deeper as you instinctively wrap one of your legs around his waist to give him better access. Your hands touch his soft skin around his waist as you hold onto him, gripping tightly into his flesh.

Your bodies synching together like they always have. Even after all these years. No amount of time would ever come close to being enough. You’re always going to want more.

More. More. More.

Your husband steals your moans as he covers your mouth with his own, his lips moving against yours softly, and your arms wrap around his neck to pull him into you. One of your hands moves into his hair, tugging at the roots gently as his own hands move to grip onto your hips, and you both start moving together. Speeding up when you start feeling the familiar ache in your lower belly.

You both pull away from each other's necks, smiling when you both notice the same reflexes, and you reach up to kiss your husband's sweet mouth once more. His thrusting only grows rougher and deeper, but still moves with caution and it makes your entire body erupt in chills as you both moan into each other's mouth when you climax together.

Always together.

Your toes curl into the bed as your husband continues to thrust into you, spilling himself completely into your warmth, and you peck his lips a couple times as he leans his forehead against yours. Both letting out loud pants and small giggles. A cheeky grin overtakes his face as his eyelashes flutter against his creamy skin.

His beautiful silver eyes meet yours as he kisses the tip of your nose and then he slowly pulls out of you which makes you whine at the loss of contact and he flips down next to you. He chuckles deeply as he rubs his chest, which is moving rapidly as he comes down from his orgasm, and his fingers brush against your breast.

His fingers caress your naked skin around your chest, “God, I love you. I love how we’re still in sync even after all this time.”

“So do I,” you whisper back sweetly to him as you reach over to him to kiss his cheek, which makes him flush like he always does, and you slowly start getting off the bed. You use the bedside table to steady yourself as you stand up.

“It’s starting already?” He yells after you as you speed walk into the master bathroom that you are so incredible thankful for at this second because you feel like your bladder is about to burst.

“Shush,” you exclaim back with a giggle as you proceed to finally sit down on the toilet and have yourself a wee. Your entire body relaxes at the feeling and you look down at your protruding belly.

Three months to go.

You reach over to grab your belly oil and rub it all over your stomach as you relax for a second. You almost jump off the seat when you hear your husband's voice from the door.

“You’re a sight, my love.”

“Draco!” You exclaim with an eye roll as you watch him watching you. He stands against the bathroom door, leaning against it, still naked, and you let yourself take in his body in its full glory.

You take a minute to admire his muscular posture with his lean frame. You admire his creamy, milky skin which is covered in bruises. Which were caused by your mouth. Always leaving them everywhere because you absolutely loved to mark him up. You always made sure they were in places that could be hidden underneath his Auror robes.

He still brought up the one time you accidentally marked him above the collar mark and everybody teased him for weeks until it faded away. Especially since Draco never used glamour charms on his skin.

You admire his long legs with his equally long torso and you loved how tall he was. He always made you feel safe and secure in his arms. You lick your own lips as your eyes land on his valuable member.

Your stomach tingles as he slowly strokes himself, still a bit hard for your morning activities, and you let out a laugh.

“Stop it,” you demand as you clean yourself up and proceed to wash your hands. You stare at him from the mirror with a small smile.

“Stop what?” He questions with a smirk as he goes to the toilet to do his own business.

“I’m already pregnant with your sixth offspring because of that thing!” Your eyes looking wide at his cock in his hands.

Draco lets out a loud, belly laugh that makes the corner of his eyes crinkle as he cleans himself up. “Technically it’s only your fifth pregnancy!”

“Don’t act like you don’t absolutely love it,” he whispers as he places a big kiss into your warm cheek causing you to giggle again.

You leave him be as you walk into your shared walk in closet. You pull over a matching pair of baby blue knickers and a soft bralette. You wiggle your way into your comfiest pair of black leggings and soft knit white jumper. You slip your feet into your fuzzy gray slippers and start making your way down the hallway. Your ears are perking up trying to hear any signs that your kids are up.

You start making breakfast the muggle way, thanks to Hermoine for teaching you, and you’re humming along to a song when the first sign of life invades your senses.

You feel small hands sneak up on your belly as you smile brightly, pausing as you mix the eggs, and look down at bright gray eyes looking up at you.

“Good morning, mummy!” Your little five year old daughter, Aries, whispers as she shows off her bright toothy smile.

You bend to kiss her forehead as she giggles, “Good morning, my little angel. Where’s your brother?”

She rubs your belly lightly as she then skips to her usual chair around the family table, “Brushing his teeth, mummy.”

“Did you brush yours already?” You ask with a raised eyebrow and she giggles even louder.

“Duh, mummy!!”

Right on time, Aries' twin brother Phoenix, comes running down the hallway.. excessively loud and giggling as your oldest ten year old son, Scorpius is chasing after him. Your seven year old, Leo, is walking behind them slowly. Yawning and rubbing his eyes lazily as he trails into his seat at the table as he moans out a good morning to you and blows you an air kiss.

“Be careful!!” You yell after them as Aries only watches them with a smile on her face as you continue cooking breakfast. You hear louder footsteps as Draco comes into the kitchen, ready for the day in his Head Auror robes, and holding your three year old daughter in his arms.

He reaches you, pecking your lips sweetly as if you didn’t just spend the morning wrapped around him, and lets you kiss Lyra’s soft cheek as she smiles at you. Her tiny hand touches your hair slightly.

Her eyes that match yours watch you as Draco walks away from you and tries to wrangle up all the kids for breakfast before he has to leave for work.

The kids are all yelling, moving, and proceeding to sit in their favorite seats. You and Draco proceed to move in sync together as you both gather plates for the kids. Moving to fill each with cut up pancakes, scrambled eggs, cut up strawberries, and each kid getting their favorite drinks. You quickly make Lyra a yogurt bowl with extremely small slices of strawberries on the side and a cup of her favorite milk.

Bumping hips and sneakily smiling at each other.

Draco starts handing each one of your shared kids their own special plate and drink as you make your own plate along with your husbands.

You set the plates down as you hand Draco’s hot coffee that’s under a stasis charm as he hands you a thankful smile and passes you your own cinnamon tea in your mug.

The room is soon filled with loud children talking. Scorpius and Leo arguing about what to do today after daddy gets home. Debating on if they should play quidditch or have a family movie night since it’s Friday. Which means daddy gets the weekend off. Aries and Phoenix are munching on their breakfast loudly and making silly faces at each other which causes them to giggle excessively at each other. Lyra sits in her high chair as she observes her siblings with a silly little smile on her face and trying her best to eat her yoghurt with her tiny pink spoon.

Draco feeds her small bites of his own pancakes as Lyra happily accepts them.

“What are your plans today, baby?”

You hum as you finish your bite of food, “Hermoine and Pansy are coming over today. They say they want help with the wedding planning, but I think they’re having godchildren withdrawal.”

Draco snickers at that with a slight eye roll, “Of course they are. Our children are the best.”

You smile at him, “So, Pansy told Theo and now he’s coming over with the kids as well.”

Draco nodded his head, “I’m sure Potter is happy about that.”

“Anything to get Theo away from his nesting habits and begging Harry for another baby,” you say with a soft smile as you think of your best friends.

Draco scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, “I’m sure his baby fever will end once he sees your pregnant belly and our adorable Lyra. Didn’t they just adopt baby Sirius?”

“Baby Sirius is going to be four already! Then Lily and James are already Scorpius age. Theo is just scared of empty nesting, but Harry says he wants to wait until this big case he’s dealing with passes.”

Draco hums in agreement, “I wish we were like that.” And he proceeds to give you a soft teasing smile.

You poke him with your fork and shake your head, “We have kids basically every two years, these twin girls are the last ones!” You eye him with an authoritative look.

“Anything you say, my love.”

“Do you think Hermoine and Pansy will ever adopt or have kids of their own?” You ask as you watch Lyra to make sure she’s eating. Draco doesn’t miss the tone of your voice at your question.

“You’ve noticed the way Hermoine looks at your belly, huh?”

“I have,” you reply softly. “It’s just.. Pansy always says she’s okay with just being a godmother, but ‘Min…” you trail off with a sad smile.

Draco reaches over to your hand and squeezes, “I understand, trust me. Maybe get a second with Granger and just talk to her about what we’ve noticed.”

“Maybe. I don’t want to overstep,” you say as you sip your drink. Scorpius is the first one that finishes eating and he quickly thanks you for breakfast with a kiss on your cheek as he moves to start washing the dishes. You admire your first born for a second and can’t help but love how much he looks like his father and how big he’s gotten.

The same milky white skin with bright pale hair and even with the same matching gray eyes. His exact copy. Oh, you can’t help but tear up at how much you love your first baby boy. The first baby that made you a mother and taught you about a mothers love.

The one who made you want a million more babies.

Leo and Phoenix soon start helping clean up the plates as Draco helps Lyra get cleaned up. Aries helps him as you use your magic to clean up the table and Lyra’s high chair.

You hum in contentment as you proceed to kiss the cheeks of all your kids. Scorpius blushes, Leo kisses you back, Phoenix and Aries giggle, and Lyra pulls you in to attack you with kisses and hugs. Draco soon jumps into all the loving before he has to floo to work.

Draco piles all the kids into his arms as he squeezes them into his arms and then tells them to go play before their cousins come over.

He gently pulls you into his arms as one of his hands slips underneath your jumper to rub your belly as he kisses your lips sweetly. The feeling of his lips on your sends sparks all over your body like it always does and you savor his taste.

“I love you,” you whisper into him as he smiles against your lips.

“I love you more,” he whispers back with a couple more pecks against your smiling mouth.

“Be careful and I’ll see you soon,” you kiss your lips one more time as he steps into the fireplace.

“Always am, my love. And I’ll be counting down the minutes,” he says with a wink as he grabs a handful of floo powder and calls out his location. He bursts into green flames and your hearing soon fills with the sounds of your children’s giggles and loud voices playing together.

You take a moment to take it all in.

Loving the same boy… now man for as long as you can remember. The amazing life you both have built. It was never easy and there have been many hardships, but it was incredibly worth it.

What a beautiful life you both had built slips into your mind as you smile to yourself in pure bliss.

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slytherinslut0 · 7 months

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Fred & George Weasley- Ours

Word count: 5k

Info: your friends with benefits, Fred and George Weasley, see some guy getting a little too close to you at a party; and decide they need to show you exactly who you belong to.

Tags: 18+, PURE SMUT, Threesome, Praise Kink, Degredation Kink, Oral (f receiving), Double Penetration, Anal, Good Sex, Forced Orgasm, Begging, Teasing.

"Who the hell was that guy?" Fred huffed, slamming the door shut to the quaint little study room he and George had just dragged you into not ten seconds prior. "I mean, he had his fucking hands all over you!"

George nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he leant against the desk. "All over you...in places only our hands should go..."

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your tight black dress against your thighs. You'd been sleeping with the twins for a few months now, mostly a fun, friends-with-benefits type of deal; but lately they'd become far more possessive, far more protective than usual. Sometimes it could be a little much, but you couldn't deny that their passion for your body made the sex other-fucking-worldly.

Sometimes it was fun to purposefully get them going, just to see how far they'd take it.

"What's the matter with you two?" You said, your innocent eyes darting back and fourth between the fiery haired twins, trying not to get distracted by the power of their strong, athletic builds; each of them towering over you as they waited your response. "Last time I checked, this wasn't a relationship. Not sure why you guys are getting so jealous."

Fred cocked an eyebrow. "Pretty sure we made it clear last time that you were ours...."

"...and only ours." George finished, the two of them drawing closer.

You swallowed, your heart racing with excitement at the direction you knew this little conversation was going in. You pulled your lip between your teeth, trying to hide your smirk as you backed up from them, attempting to keep space between your bodies as to not give in so quickly.

Pissing them off more only added to the fun.

"I don't belong to anyone," you whispered, voice a low murmur; cunt clenching as you watched a mischievous grin spread across Fred's lips; George's eyes narrowing in challenge. "And certainly not you two."

"Hm," Fred hummed, eyeing your body from head to toe, smirking as he snuck George a brief glance, the two of them circling around you now; like predators stalking their prey. "Sounds like she needs to be reminded of her place, doesn't she George?"

George smirked, wetting his lips. "She sure fucking does, Fred..."

Fred nodded. He'd had enough of the playing. "We're leaving."

Without hesitation, Fred and George each grabbed one of your wrists, George's warm breath washing over your ear as he whispered, "and don't try to fight it, princess..." his teeth grazed your earlobe. "You want us to make you feel good, don't you? You know we never fail to take care of you..."

Your head spun, oxygen missing you. Gods, of course you did. "Y-yes... you're right..."

"There's our good girl," Fred hummed, his lips ghosting over your other ear, lids fluttering shut at the collective sensations. "We're going to fucking worship you...make you feel things that no one else could ever, ever match."

Your breath hitched. "Oh..."

"That's it," George murmured, "you're ours, and tonight, we're going to make sure you know it."

Sensing that your defiance had now entirely crumbled, the twins shared a quick glance before they released your wrists, and moved toward the door without another word. Fred walked first, you in the middle with George trailing behind you, everyone in the corridors shooting you acknowledging glances as they eyed the three of you suspiciously, even though it was well over midnight and the party was coming to a close anyway.

As soon as Fred pushed open the door to his dorm room and ushered you inside, he locked it behind him--not wasting even a single fucking second before he looped his arm around your waist and tugged you against him; his back hitting the door as he held you snug to his frame, gripping your hips as he pressed your ass tight to his crotch. George stood in front of you, taking a moment to worship your body, taking a moment to watch your face as Fred's lips attacked your neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh with relentless urgency.

Unable to hold off any longer, George stepped forward, running his hands over your curves, eyes stark with lust. "You look so fucking beautiful tonight..." he murmured, softly pressing his lips to yours. "We couldn't wait to get you alone."

Fred hummed, nipping your earlobe. "And now that we have..."

"...we're going to make the most of it." George whispered, breaking the kiss.

Your lungs stalled as you watched him slowly drop to his knees before you, his hands gently urging your feet wider as he gazed up at you with an intense desire, watching you lose yourself as Fred tilted your chin to the side and crashed his lips to yours, inhaling a sharp breath through his nose as his tongue fought with yours to be the one in control.

George hummed, one hand exploring your thighs and hips, eyes intently watching the small ministrations of your face as he slipped his other hand under your dress and teased your clit through your panties; sending sharp bursts of ecstasy through your veins.

"You deserve to be worshipped, pretty girl...to have every inch of you adored..." George whispered as he slipped his fingers under your panties, teasing your throbbing core. "Look how fucking wet you are for us already..."

You gasped into the kiss, fighting to pull away and catch your breath but Fred's lips were relentless, working your mouth as though he wanted to map your taste into memory; to devour every single inch. Your eyes rolled as George slowly pushed a finger inside you, carefully stretching you open, his lips grazing and teasing the sensitive crevice of your inner thigh.

"Mmm, does that feel good, princess?" Fred purred, breaking the kiss, panting mouth falling to your jawline.

You nodded, unable to find words, head falling back onto his shoulder as he looped a hand under your thigh, pulling it up toward your chest and holding it there as to give George better access to your pussy--a smirk crawling across his lips as he watched you pant and squirm in pleasure from his ministrations, pausing only briefly to tug your panties down your thighs and toss them off to the side.

"So beautiful...so needy..." George murmured. "We're going to make you feel so good, love..."

Fred groaned, nodding in agreement. "Pleasure you until you can't take it anymore,"

Fred pressed his lips back to your neck, his free hand roaming up your stomach and groping your tits over the fabric of your dress--he groaned against your neck as you pulsed against him, feeling George's warm breath caress your folds as he brought his lips to the crease of your inner thigh again, teasing you.

"George..." you breathed, desperate for connection, your hands weaving through his hair in attempt to coax his lips to your pussy. "Please..."

With a mischievous smirk, he met your eyes, holding your stare as he pressed his lips to your swollen clit, his skilled tongue lapping at your juices and mixing them with his spit. You moaned, body lost in overwhelming pleasure, back arching and eyes rolling, but Fred held you firm against him; one hand still holding your leg up while the other held your chest--lips working your neck, teeth peppering it with purple possessions marks.

"Fuck, you taste so good, princess..." George purred, voice muffled against your pussy. "So fucking sweet."

You moaned, head falling back, and Fred's hand slithered up from your tits and tightened around your throat, ridding your oxygen supply and inflicting a delicious, intoxicating buzz on your lips. Your mouth fell wide in an open pant, George's lips sealing around your clit and driving you directly toward the brink of an explosive, earth shattering orgasm.

Fred groaned, lips grazing your ear. "That's it...we love hearing you make those pretty noises for us.."

George's tongue delved deep into your wetness, flicking, swirling, and teasing with calculated expertise. He offered no respite, driving you closer to the edge with each skillful lick--your legs shaking, one hand gripping his hair while the other was latched onto Fred's wrist for dear life, your body utterly at their mercy as the two of them inflicted their usual intoxicating dominance over you.

"Look at you, so helpless and eager to please..." Fred's voice was a mere breath in your ear, his hand leaving your throat and trailing down your body, slipping behind your back and down past your ass, bringing it to your dripping heat. You moaned before he'd even sunk in, but when he did, your entire body convulsed, the pleasure of their collective movements driving you dangerously close to exploding. "Fuck, you're so tight and wet..."

Fred curled his fingers inside you, their long length driving you utterly insane, scissoring and curling against your tight walls while George continued his oral assault on your clit, humming as your trembling grip on his hair tightened.

Your eyes squeezed shut. You were dangerously close. "Oh...Oh, Gods-"

Fred growled, low in his chest. "That's it, little slut...take it. Take it all. We want to hear you scream for us."

"Cum for us, princess." George murmured against your pussy, only seconds before he latched onto your clit again, swirling his tongue in a way that sent you tumbling straight over the edge.

"Oh, yes...fuck-fuck!"

"That's right. Give in to us, baby," Fred growled, his voice darker than the midnight sky "...surrender to the pleasure we're giving you."

Your sight blanked, ears ringing and head falling back as you came around Fred's fingers, George's skilled tongue working expertly to swallow your orgasm as best as he could, neither of them stopping until they were completely certain you were past your high. Your entire body was on fire, liquid magma coursing through your veins, heating every square inch of your bloodstream as you fought to catch your breath.

George hummed, placing soft kisses along your slit and up toward your mound. "Are you going to admit your ours now? Or do we need to show you more of what we do to you?"

You huffed, fighting through the sensations as he teasingly licked at your pussy, softly enough to make your head spin and your body squirm. "I-I'm not...I'm not yours..." you said, purposefully trying to escalate them. "I'll never be."

George halted his movements, cocking an eyebrow as he met Fred's eyes. "How about that, huh Fred?"

Fred huffed, amused, and you felt his hot breath wash over your neck. "Entirely humorous, I'd say."

George stood up to his full height, peering down at you with a dark, predatory glint in his eyes, one that made your stomach twist with arousal.

"If you're not ours...then you're just some slut for us to use then, yeah?" He whispered, smirking, sneaking another glance at Fred; the two of them basically communicating with their eyes.

You swallowed, and Fred's teeth grazed your ear. "So you wouldn't mind if we just took control, used your sexy little body for our own pleasure, right?"

Your lips parted, your pussy clenching with need. Gods, this is exactly what you fucking wanted--you were so excited you couldn't even hide it if you tried.

"I..." you couldn't find words as Fred released your thigh, pulling your hips against his throbbing bulge, George's hands roaming your curves--tugging on your dress and bunching it up your hips, up your stomach, gesturing for you to raise your hands as he tugged it up and off your trembling body.

Your mouth was drier than cotton, and George smirked, wetting his lips as he eyed your newly exposed body, his pupils dilating when he realized your lacy, dark red bra was a matching piece to your panties that had previously been discarded to the floor at your feet.

"Look at you..." he murmured, running a hand up your hip and toward your breasts. "Such a filthy little thing...wearing this under your dress..." he grazed your nipple, twirling his thumb until he felt it harden under the fabric of your bra. "Who were you wearing this for, if not us? Hm?"

The arrogance in his tone drove you crazy, and as Fred trailed his hand along your other hip, moving toward your pussy again, your lungs stalled, breath hitching.

"You've been aching for this, haven't you love?" Fred purred, teasing your clit with a brief swirl. "Don't worry, we're going to show you exactly who you belong to..."

George grabbed your wrist, "that's right...you're nothing but our little fucktoy, and we're going to prove it."

Your lips parted, but you didn't even have time to think as George tugged you over toward the bed, Fred trailing behind you. You could hear him fumbling with his belt, and your stomach leapt up into your throat as George released your wrist to do the same. In practically no time at all, the twins had rid themselves of all their clothing--their hard, throbbing cocks making your mouth water and your pussy clench as you stared, unable to peel your eyes away. They were fucking hung. You always managed to forget just how big they were.

George smirked, and you moved toward him, wrapping your small hand around his thick length, his head falling back as you softly pumped him, reaching beside you to do the same to Fred. Each of them stood there for a moment, eyes squeezed shut and chests heaving as you stroked them; twisting your fist and smearing their pre-cum around the heads of their cocks--your entire body screaming with fucking need at the display.

After a moment, George gathered himself, and brought his lips toward your ear. "Are you going to be a good girl for us?"

Fred's lips found your other ear, your hands still slowly pumping their lengths. "Are you going to let us have our way with you? Hm? Give yourself over to us completely?"

As George smacked your ass, leaving your cheek burning and tingling, you yelped; mischievous smirks crawling across both of their lips. Gods, you wanted them inside you. You couldn't take even a second more of waiting.

"Yes..." you whispered, increasing your motions, head falling back as they each attacked a side of your neck. "Please...take me..."

"Mm." Fred hummed, smacking your other cheek now. "That's what we like to hear, princess..."

George moved toward the bed, laying down on his back on the edge, legs dangling off the side. He motioned for you to climb on top of him, and without hesitation, you did--his big hands finding your hips and holding you firm against his chest, your thighs straddling his waist as you rolled your slick cunt against his length, his jaw tensing and throat bobbing as he swallowed, lips finding your neck.

Fred came up behind you, his long fingers ghosting down your back, caressing the smooth curve of your ass. George brought his lips to your ear. "You want us? Hm?"

You didn't even need to think. "Yes!"

"Beg for it..." Fred cooed from behind you. "Beg for us to claim your perfect little body, to use every one of your delicious fucking holes..."

Your breath hitched, your stomach leapt with excitement. "Please-fuck-please, fuck me..."

"That's it," George groaned, angling the head of his dick so it was pressing at your dripping core, his voice a dangerously deep growl in your ear. "That's our good little toy...fuck-"

His words were cut short by his groan of pleasure as he sunk into your tight wet heat, thrusting up into you in one slow, sensual thrust; stretching your walls open slowly and cautiously--for as dominant as the twins were, they never took it too far. They were always careful with you, gentle when they needed to be, and it drove you fucking insane; in the best way possible.

"Oh...fuck-George..." as he sunk in to the hilt, he paused for a second before he slowly pulled out, Fred's hands running all over your body, adding to the already overwhelming sensations flowing through you.

You moaned, eyes rolling back as George began to increase his pace, fucking up into you as his arms held you tight to his chest, his breath growly and husky in your ear. You felt Fred's hands leave your body, only for a brief moment, until he returned one to your hip, followed by a warm liquid sensation dripping down your back and sliding over your ass.

Fred massaged the sensual liquid into your skin, moving down toward your ass, grazing the tight rim with one of his fingers, the sensations making you clench around George.

"Shit-you're so fucking tight..." George breathed, slowing his pace to an agonizingly slow speed. "You need to slop clenching around me like that, princess...or else..."

As Fred pushed his finger inside you, pressing against your inner walls, and you moaned, entire body overwhelmed by the fullness--you'd done anal before, but never at the same time as being fucked, and so far, it was an incomprehensible experience--entirely fucking mind-numbing.

"I-I can't help it-oh, Fred-fuck!" Fred snuck another finger inside your ass, and he continued to twist and scissor you open, your entire body tensing, an overwhelming fullness washing over you. George groaned as you clenched around him again.

"Shh, relax..." Fred cooed, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your ass, matching the slow ministrations of George's cock. "Breathe...feel your tight little ass stretch open for me..."

As he pressed in a third finger, your vision blanked, and you were so encompassed by pleasure you couldn't even comprehend it--if three of his fingers felt this fucking intense, you couldn't even begin to imagine what his cock would feel like. His fingers curled inside you, stretching you wider, your face washed with crimson, body glistening with sweat--you'd never felt more defenceless and dominated, your entire body succumbed to their primal power.

George, however, was struggling. "Fred, any day now..." he groaned, hissing the words through barred teeth. "She's got me strung out on the gallows here.."

Fred huffed, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. "I think she's ready for me...aren't you, princess?"

As George paused his movements, you could finally take a second to think, to breathe. Admittedly, you were nervous, but you knew the twins would never hurt you, would never do something to cause you unwanted pain. You knew you could trust them to take care of you.

With a small whimper, you nodded. "Yes...I am."

"Good girl...we're going to claim every one of your pretty fucking holes..." Fred groaned, pressing the sticky head of his cock against your ass. "Our perfect little plaything..."

He squeezed more warm liquid over your ass, trapping a deep breath in his lungs as he worked in the head of his dick. With a deep breath, you allowed your body to surrender, allowed yourself to relax into the moment. The intensity of their touch was all-consuming, and as Fred finally worked his thick length inside your ass, all three of you groaned in pleasure, Fred and George hissing through their teeth as you squeezed and clenched around them, your tight walls pulling them deeper inside of you.

"Oh, fuck..." Fred groaned, "tight...so fucking tight..."

Fred clung to your hips, George's arms still wrapped tight around your shoulders, hugging you to his chest as he slowly resumed fucking up into you. When Fred had fully sheathed himself in your ass, he held himself there, grip rough enough to bruise, drawing in another hissing breath through his teeth. He was massive, reaching places in your body you didn't know were possible--and between him and George, you felt overwhelmed, overtaken, your head dizzy with pleasure.

George brought his lips to your ear, his pace quickening. "You like that, princess? You like taking us both like this?"

Fred smacked your ass, leaving it stinging. "She does...she loves being our toy...dirty little slut..."

Your breath hiccuped in your lungs. "Oh-"

Was the only thing you could even attempt to say, the intensity and the pressure building in your core with every thrust, their movements becoming more forceful and insistent--mercilessly dragging you dangerously fast toward the soaring heights of ecstasy.

"Shit-" Fred's voice was a breathless pant, smacking your ass again as he slammed his hips against you. "That's it, take it...our little slut can handle it, can't she?..."

Every word from their lips drove you further into the oblivion, and by this point, you were only halfway cognizant of the sounds and words leaving your mouth. You were gone, vanished, transported from this reality and floating off somewhere in another--the level of surrender and submission you were experiencing was like nothing you've ever felt before, being used solely for their pleasure; used as their fucktoy for their carnal desires was something that you only imagined happening in your fantasy. You were so encompassed by pleasure you were certain you were going to explode without needing any clit stimulation, which was something that almost never happened to you.

"Fuck-you feel so good..." George groaned, his fingers digging into your shoulders as though he was trying to shatter your bones. "So tight and wet and eager for us..."

"Shit-" Fred moaned, his hands bruising your hips. "You feel so good wrapped around us like this...you love it, don't you whore?"

Your body felt like it was being pushed to its limits, your ears ringing as the twins increased their paces even further, slamming into you with a primal force, the sounds of their strained grunts mixed in with your wanton moans and the sounds of smacking skin being the only thing filling the thick, steamy air.

"Yes-yes!" You practically screamed, voice shaking. "I-I love it.."

Fred groaned, slamming into you. "That's right...our little whore likes it rough...fuck-"

Pleasure coursed through every fiber of your being as they dominated you in the most primal and exhilarating way. With each thrust, you were pushed closer to the edge, the pleasure mingling with the degradation in a deliciously sinful cocktail. George let loose a low moan in your ear, a sound so deliciously satisfying it pushed you dangerously close to your edge--holy fucking shit you wanted to cum. You needed to cum.

"Shit-I feel you...I feel how bad you need to cum, isn't that right, princess?" George's voice was a mere breath in your ear, his pitch strained with desire. "Tell us how bad you want it..."

Fred's hands left your hips, exploring every inch of your body, one of them snaking around in between you and George and caressing the front of your thighs. You knew he was going to tease you, you knew they'd never let you get there that easily. Your clit was throbbing, screaming, wailing in need--and although you felt so fucking good you could probably get there without it, you knew it would feel so fucking good if you did.

"P-please..." it was a pathetic cry of desperation, hardly loud enough to hear over the sound of their skin slamming against yours.

George whimpered in your ear as you clenched around him, Fred groaning as you squeezed. You moaned, far too fucking loud, and George brought a hand to your lips, shoving two of his fingers past your teeth as he growled his words into your eardrum.

"You're so close baby...but you’ll have to do better than that if you want us to help you get there..."

Fred's hand inched closer to your clit, teasing over your mound. "Tell us that you're ours, tell us that no one else could make you feel like this...no one else could ever take all of you like this..."

The ache within your core was intensifying by the second, the desperate longing for release almost unbearable. George shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth, eliciting a gag from you and he smirked, growling through his teeth.

"Look at you, princess...we've taken everyone of your holes...every part of you has been claimed by us..." he breathed, jaw tensed as he spoke. "Show us who you belong to."

When he slipped his fingers from your mouth, Fred's own fingers found your clit, grazing it, and your entire body flinched; desperate for connection.

"Please! Please, I'm yours...I belong to you guys, please!" Words left your lips in nothing more than babbling desperation, you fucking needed this; so, so bad. "Gods, let me cum...let me cum for you..."

Fred's free hand smacked your ass again, his fingers continuing to tease your clit. "Looks like she's finally begging for it, George..."

George hummed, gripping the back of your neck and holding your eyes to his. "That's what you want princess? To cum on my cock, hm?"

You flinched as Fred swirled over your clit again, the two of them fucking you deep, filling you full, their pace relentless and their arrogance suffocating as they relished in the clear power they held over you in this moment. They got you right where they wanted you, and they weren't scared to hold you there; making you wait, holding you hostage over the edge of pure ecstasy until you utterly shattered in their hands.

"Yes!" You wailed, meeting his dark, primal eyes, sweat glistening his forehead; his reddened locks sticking to his skin. "I want to cum on your cock, please!"

Another smack on your ass, another deep thrust from Fred. "Music to my ears..." he purred, breathless. "Should we grant her wish, George?"

"I think so, now that she's admitted her place," George grinned, brushing his lips over yours, fingers squeezing the back of your neck with enough force to bruise as he fucked deep into you. "I'd say she's earned it, Fred..."

With a satisfied groan, Fred's fingers connected, twirling over your clit with a relentless pace, shutting down any brain power dedicated to speech. Instead, your body was vibrating with pleasure, liquid diamond coursing through your vessels, making you moan and drool and babble their names. You were at the fucking brink, ready to pour out, bones ready to break from your skin as they drove deep into your holes.

Your back arched and your fingers found George's hair, gripping the tendrils as though you were trying to rip them from his scalp. "Oh-yes! Fuck-yes!"

Fred's fingers swirled with insistence, George nipping your jaw as you were right there-so close- "go on whore, cum for your fucking owners."

Your body flatlined. "Oh! Fuck!"

The two of them tipped you into euphoria, pleasure overriding your self-control as you shook and convulsed on their cocks, every muscle between your legs pulsing and clamping down while your vision turned to a black sea of stars. Your ears rang and you were sure you fell unconscious as the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced ripped through you, shredding every single shred of nerve you had inside you.

"Fuck-you're squeezing me so fucking hard..." George groaned, so loud it shook your ribcage as it reverberated through you. "You're going to make me fucking cum, princess..."

"Fuck," you muttered, head spinning as you came down from your high; not getting very far before the pleasure started to build again, their relentless pace utterly consuming your existence. "Fuck..."

When Fred's fingers didn't pull away from your clit, you wailed, trembling and shaking from overstimulation, but Georges hold around your waist held you firm in place against him, their cocks slamming you deep as you wailed, brain entirely unable to function.

"Oh-fuck-I can't...Fred..." you said, reaching back to try and pry his hand from your clit, but George caught your wrist, collecting them both and pinning them behind your back.

"Oh, yes you can," Fred breathed, slamming you deep. "We're so close...you can cum again, alongside us, little slut.."

Your eyes locked on George, his pupils so large they swallowed up well over half of his irises entirely; a dark, primal lust encompassing his gaze. You could tell he was close, his lips parted and brows furrowed in concentration, you could tell he was holding himself back for whatever fucking reason. He was lost in pleasure, lost in the heat of your tight pussy clenching around him as Fred worked you toward your third climax of the night, fucking deep in your ass and hissing through his teeth.

"Shit-" Fred hissed. He was close too.

George's lids fluttered, "cant...hold on...much..longer.."

Without much cognitive warning, your third orgasm built quick and fast, slamming into you like a hard shot to the gut, and you screamed--unable to silence yourself even if you fucking tried. Your high washed through you like a tidal wave, rippling through your body with uncontainable force, your entire corpse shaking violently against George's chest as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over you, swears and sounds and drool pouring from your lips without consciousness.

"Fuck-fuck-" George groaned, head falling back against the mattress, grip tightening on your wrists. "I'm-gonna-fuck-"

Fred's fingers remained on your clit, working you through your high as the two of them collectively shattered against you, their bodies tensing and breath sputtering in their lungs as they spilled their hot cum inside of you, fucking you through the remnants of their highs until they were utterly spent.

For a moment, no one moved, everyone fighting to catch their breath, to return back to earth. When Fred pulled out, all that you could do was whimper, your body a collection of sweat and cum and fluids; every nerve ending in your system tingling with lingering pleasure.

"Look at you..." Fred whispered, slumping down onto the mattress beside you, helping you get yourself off of George. "Completely filled and claimed by us."

As you rolled off George and collapsed down onto the mattress between them, they each wrapped their arms around you, holding you tightly between them as you all laid there panting, bodies awash and glistening with sweat.

"All ours..." George murmured against your neck, lids fluttering. "Isn't that right, princess?"

You sighed in satisfaction, nodding softly as you melted into their collective grasp. "All yours, boys...all yours."

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

summary: draco malfoy sneaks you into the restricted section of the hogwarts library, but gets a little distracted.

word count: 1.7k

genre: smut

warnings: descriptions of sex

author's note: i usually don't write smut so please don't judge if it's bad, i just couldn't not write this one!

"Draco, how exactly do you plan to pull this off?"

Truthfully, you didn't know what you were thinking either. But when Draco Malfoy tells you he wants you to go with him somewhere in the middle of the night, you don't object. How could you?

"Well, darling, there's a reason I was sorted in Slytherin." Draco whispers as you were both walking towards the Hogwarts Library on the first floor. He held a key in his right hand that you could see from the light reflecting off the candle you held.

"Do I even want to know how you managed to get that?"

All he did was chuckle slightly as he opened the door to the library for you, looking behind you to ensure no one was witnessing what they were about to do. It was absolutely prohibited for any student to be out in the corridors this time of night. It was idiotic to do this, but you come when Draco calls.

He took your free hand in his and walked you over to the back of the school's large library. You held your light up towards the ceiling, looking up until you could read the words that laid upon the wall.

The Restricted Section.

"Wait, why are we going in here?" You didn't mean to, but your voice quivered a bit. Of course, you had seen the entrance to this section numerous times, but never dared to try to enter. Only students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts could obtain permission, but you had heard rumors from those students who had entered that the section contained books from your worst nightmare.

"Don't be scared, (Y/L/N)." Draco said quietly, using the key to carefully unlock the door. "I'll protect you." His lips were dangerously close to your ear as he held the door open for you to enter. You knew that he meant that sincerely, it sent a slight chill up your spine.

Draco Malfoy was perhaps the most overprotective boyfriend you've ever seen, but you didn't mind. In dark times such as this, it was welcomed even. If anyone even looked at you for a second too long for his liking, he had no problem using every spell he knew to defend you.

Despite the fact that both of you were breaking a few school rules, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight before you. The world's most fascinating books must have been contained in this section. You put your candle on a nearby table, your fingertips grazing every spine you could manage.

You finally managed to grab a book that seemed interesting, pulling it out of the bookshelf and opening it. However, your mind wasn't on the book.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Draco leaning against the door. The candlelight reflected on him beautifully, the night seemed to become him. His blond hair was a mess due to waking up in the middle of the night, but he still managed to look better than you could ever imagine.

"Misbehaving over there?" A smirk came to his face as he began to walk towards you, forcing you to turn your full attention on him. "I thought I brought you here so you could read, not admire me."

You couldn't help but laugh softly. "That's bold coming from you, Malfoy. Don't think I didn't see the way you were looking at me over there, I thought you were supposed to be guarding the door."

You turned your head back towards the book in front of you, your eyes scanning every word on the page. You knew he must have been pouting at the loss of attention.

"Oh, I couldn't help it, (Y/N)." He sighed out slightly, his fingertips gently grazing your back. "How am I supposed to do that when you're this beautiful?"

He kissed your cheek and you could feel yourself grin, but you still paid him no mind. "Thank you, love. Let me just finish this chapter, then we can head out. I know you must be exhausted."

You really did think that. You knew Draco had a lot on his mind this year, with all of his assignments and the pressure from his family was even more apparent.

"Oh, I'm not exhausted." He whispered into your ear as he gently pressed his crotch area against you. You could feel his growing erection and his lips slowly kiss down your neck. This earned him a soft groan from you.

"But I-" You protested until you felt his soft lips kiss your collarbone, then you were just clay in his hands. "I-um.."

"What was that?" You could practically hear the grin on his face, but you were no match for the brilliant technique he had of getting what he wants. His hands, covered in several silver rings, reached for your book to place it back on its shelf. He turned your body around to face him, his face close to yours.

You could see the passion he had for you in those gray eyes of his and could feel your body burning as those eyes made his way down your body. Somehow, in the trance you were in, he had managed to position your body to sit on the table, with him standing in between your legs.

"Are you insinuating that reading one of those old books is better than something I can give you?" His lips finally crashed into yours to end his question, his hands resting on your thighs.

At this point, how could you focus on anything else but the feelings he was providing to you? Nothing else mattered except for the way his hand now made his way up your skirt, his fingertips pressing softly against your underwear.

"Draco, please-" He knew how to get what he wanted, didn't he?

"You didn't answer the question, (Y/N)." He pulled away from the kiss to look into your eyes, smirking as he enjoyed this game. "You're not getting what you want until you answer." At this point, his fingers had pushed your underwear aside. They were simply waiting for instructions from their master.

You knew what he wanted, he wanted to hear you plead. You spread your legs, lifting up your skirt to reveal your thighs even more. "Please."

That was all you had to say for him to make up his mind. He pressed you back into the bookshelves, two of his fingers finding their way to enter your folds. You couldn't hold back the gasp as you leaned your head back against the bookshelf.

"Be quiet, darling. Remember, we're not supposed to be here." He whispered into your ear as his body was practically pressed against yours. You nodded, although you knew that would be a hard task. Draco knew his way around your body very well, he knew how to pleasure you.

His two fingers began to pump themselves in and out at a slow pace, which you were thankful for. Any faster and you knew you would finish all too soon. You held a hand over your mouth, attempting to silence the sounds that threatened to come out.

"You're already wet for me, aren't you? You pretend you're some sort of good girl, but I know what you are. You love it when Draco Malfoy can give you pleasure no one else could." He teased you slightly with a wide grin, as if he was proud of what he had achieved.

He took his fingers out of you, causing you to whimper slightly. He raised his eyebrow at that, placing one of his fingers over his lips for you to remain quiet. Your eyes went down to his crotch area as he took off his belt, pulling down his pants.

This is a sight you would never get tired of. The image of him pulling your hips closer, waiting for him to make you his once more. The image of him biting his bottom lip as he enters you, staring into your eyes as to show that he loved you.

"Oh.." You let out almost a breath of relief as you finally can feel his hardness slide into you. "Please keep going." To hell with the silence rule. The professors can punish you all they want, it would be worth it just for this moment.

Draco chuckles as he looks at you, fighting back moans of his own. His hips push further until they touch yours, as he slides himself completely inside.

"(Y/N)." That was all your lover had to say to let you know what he was thinking. You knew from all the times you had made love that he loved connecting with you in such an intimate way. Beyond the pleasures of teasing you, he loved nothing more than feeling you let him inside.

As if a switch had happened, he wasted no time. He thrusted himself in and out at a pace he knew you craved. It was at a slower pace, but rough and needy at the same time. His lips went to your ear, whispering into it.

"That's my girl, you take it so well. God, I love how you feel."

You could never get enough of his words for desire specifically for you. You were always grateful you landed a boyfriend who wasn't afraid to tell you how he felt. Your head was buried into his neck, but it still wasn't enough to silence the sounds his hardness was causing you to feel. The length and girth seemed to fit you perfectly, as if it belonged inside of you.

"Draco, if you-" You began to moan out, but he shook his head to silence you.

"Say it again." He had a wide grin on his face once again, continuing his thrusts. You felt one of his hands make its way between your thighs, his thumb slowly caressing your clit.

"Draco?" You questioned, before you began to feel what he was doing. This man was going to drive you crazy.

You leaned your head back, the feeling of his hardness and thumb was too much to bear. Finally, you felt your legs shake as you kept repeating his name, closing your eyes as your orgasm arrived. It wasn't long before you felt him finish as well, moaning your name into your neck. He stepped closer to rest in your arms as you both breathed slowly. His skin seemed to glow in the dark with sweat, only reflected by the candle that still burned beside you. Your fingers ran through his hair as you kissed his forehead.

"I love you." You heard him whisper as he grinned. "You can get back to your little books now, but no promises this won't happen again."

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imyourbratzdoll · 3 months

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𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆

summary - you were something to fear and lucius made a mistake in the past to get involved with you, not thinking that it would affect his future.

warning - slight angst, slight dark content.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips (deactivated)

You appear beside him, lips to his ear as you whisper. "I'm in your veins like pretty poison, Malfoy." Lucius spins, but you aren't there. You smirk from the shadows, enjoying the scent of fear radiating off of him. "Luciussss." You hiss seductively, your voice echoing throughout the room. "Say my name and I'll go away. C'mon. Say it." You stalk closer, "What's my real name, Lucius? Our real name." Your spirit launches toward him, causing him to stumble back. Your giggle echoes, enjoying the way he trembles.

"No. I will not be tempted by you again!" Lucius trembles beneath his growl, his eyes search the room trying to find you.

"Don't be scared, my precious Lucius. Just say it." Your voice echoes in his ear again like silk. Your fingers run up his arm as you move around him. But every time he turns to look for you, you aren't there.

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fieldofsecretss · 1 year

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Y/n: Do you think when butterflies fall in love, they feel humans in their stomach?...

Draco: y/n. Darling. Honey. Love of my life. What the actual fuck...

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yan-senna · 11 months

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All Chapters of Isolated Vampire (Vampire! Lucius Malfoy x Muggle! reader x Animagus! Severus Snape)

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Introduction:

After the war, Lucius Malfoy has been isolating himself from everything and everyone since something terrible happened that night - he got bitten by a vampire.

Ever since then, the only person he allows to visit him is his best friend, Severus Snape. However, that changes when he saves a Muggle woman. Will he be able to keep his condition safe from her? Or will she find out the truth about him?

*All Harry Potter characters belong to J. K. Rowling. I only own Y/N and Azrael the vampire. Y/N is 30 years old. Enjoy the story!*

*This book contains Vampire! Lucius Malfoy x Muggle! reader x Animagus! Severus Snape, as well as Snucius (Lucius Malfoy x Severus Snape) moments*

*This story contains vampires and bloodsucking*

Started: 6/20/2023

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There will be about 6 chapters.

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Updated: 10/30/2023

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Chapter 2

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Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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lafleshlumpeater · 4 months

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platonic!lucius malfoy x reader (romantic remus lupin x reader)

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dranna · 5 months

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Comfort in the dark

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Includes: POV Lucius, which halfway through will be POV Severus, hurt/comfort, breakdown, feeling of dread and death, fluff at the end, not beta read, let me know if I left something out

Thank you for the request @tea-and-magic , I’m sorry it took so long ~

a/n: I saw the movies long ago and I don’t like the books (mainly because they are pov harry, sorry :’) ). I apologise if some things doesn’t make sense canon wise. So I’m certainly making things up here lmao ^^’

@giosnape thank you for the short and info filled summery of the books 😂🫶

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“Dark times we live in.”

As everyone’s been saying.

Recently Fear’s been silently sitting,

On Unmarked souls and Servants,

Creeping in homes and jolly feasts,

Choking their voices away.

With Fear came Darkness and Cold,

Spreading like snow,

Covering the Warmth and Sun,

Suffocating the blooming flowers of Trust.

Lucius was breathing in

The chilly night air,

Which he thought could never feel again,

The Dark Lord had risen to full fame,

Freeing his slaves from their graves.

The Dark Lord—

He Who Shall Not Be Named,

Holding all dread above heads,

How to have the courage to look,

Into those icy snake-eyes that ruin?

Lucius was thinking while he froze,

Onto the spot he was looking at the Moon.

Terror constrained his heart,

It’s long nails leaving wounds and alarm.

He looked at the Moon again,

As if begging for calmness.

She was the only light source that night,

Not even her Starts visible on the sky,

She gave off a chilly yet comforting light,

Blinking at Lucius from above.

I can’t stay here,

They will find me and—

No, this can’t happen.

He would torture me and mock,

With those reptile eyes and high pitched voice.

I can’t go home—

Home?

I don’t even have my mansion anymore,

It’s part of His kingdom for a while now.

His mind raced as he started to walk,

He didn’t know where or why,

His legs carried him silently towards a house.

Yes it’s His,

Like Everything,

One snowy touch and it’s belongs to him.

And Narcissa and my Draco?!

Are you alright?

Where are you?

Has he started to work his ‘arts’ on you too?

I hav—need to help you,

But I can’t!

He started to sob,

While his lonely steps echoed in the dark.

I can’t I can’t I can’t,

I can’t go back!

To see Him and feel His presence!

Goosebumps ran through his body,

While he felt coldness flowing through him.

“I ca-an’t”

The word breaking through his lips,

He felt freezing and desperate,

Sinking to his knees and stare,

Into the void he was in.

Tears started to flow down his white cheeks,

Growing bigger every minute.

His mind was slow and foggy,

Showing him only pictures of Him,

His thoughts couldn’t sail away,

From His thundering storm,

Locking Lucius under icy water.

He felt the numbing feeling in his bones,

But acting against it was impossible.

“Lucius!?”

A new voice entered his mind,

Which sounded familiar,

It was slow and deep,

Mixed with disbelief.

Lucius lifted his gaze and saw,

A man with crooked nose,

A shocked expression on his usually grumpy face,

Shiny dark hair melting into the darkness.

He looks.. I know him,

But I’m so tired I can’t think..

“Malfoy? Malfoy can you hear me?

What on earth are you doing here?!”

He sounded agitated and hused,

Looking over his shoulders as he knelt besides the blond one.

He shook Lucius’ shoulders gently,

But the other man was so far off,

He couldn’t feel anything.

“I-I’m so s-scared.”

A tormented whisper left the crying man,

Which made him sob harder again,

The crooked nosed professor stood up,

Taking away his warmth.

Gently, long, skilled fingers lifted the kneeling man,

Holding up in slim arms.

Lucius didn’t register what was going on,

He only felt friendly arms holding him close to a chest,

Carrying him to god knows where.

He must have fallen asleep or lose conscience,

Because he woke up in a bed,

However it wasn’t his,

He was in a tiny room,

Filled with the smell of herbs and books,

The walls were covered with books, plants and notes,

Making him feel safe somehow.

It was a messy room,

But organised,

Everything had its place,

Left out or tucked away.

Next to the bed was a fireplace,

Omitting heat and light,

Illuminating a thin figure,

Sitting on the only chair,

Reading next to the bed.

You could’ve mistaken his calm and collected,

But the line of his mouth betrayed him.

“Severus?”

Immediately to his name,

He moved towards the lying man,

Sitting beside him on the bed.

Severus’ face mirrored worry,

Both for his lovers’ health and because of Him.

“How do you feel?”

“I.. I feel nothing.”

To this reply Snape’s heart broke in half,

Oh dear Lucius,

Who was always so confident and cocky,

Now a shell of his beautiful glory,

All of his shining light is dead,

I can’t even find a sparkle there.

And it’s all because of Him!

He is the destroyer of everything.

He killed Her..

No, not thinking of it now,

I won’t let Lucius’ fire burn out too!

After decided this in this head,

He took of his shoes and climbed in the bed,

He covered him and his lover with is only blanket,

Hugging him tight,

While placing kisses on his head.

“Everyone will be alright,

I promise.”

It was stupid of him to promise such things,

When he had no power above anything,

He was just a floating leaf,

On the muddy stream,

Going where he flowed against his will.

But he couldn’t do anything else to release the other’s pain,

So he continued whispering reassuring words into his ear.

With every word and gentle kiss,

Lucius started to relax,

He sank deeper and deeper into the the others’ presence,

Breathing in his unmistakable herby smell.

They stayed there the whole night,

Listening to the fire and each other’s heart,

The icy fingers ceased to stop,

Warm entrance took away their place.

And they just stayed and stayed entwined to one another,

Drifting into peaceful dreams.

“Thank you Severus.”

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