#lucius malfoy is a fucking piece of shit i swear

[earlgreydream]

new york.

| draco malfoy x reader | fluff |

cw: a bit of soft smut, swearing

“Come on, Draco,” you grabbed his hand, pulling him through the streets of New York. His eyes were wide, and he marveled at everything.

Before dating you, Draco had stayed in the wizard world, barely leaving London. He kept within places of magic, and had never really seen muggle life.

Now, the two of you were eighteen, and you’d managed to free him from a summer at Malfoy Manor. He’d agreed to go to America with you for the summer, though he was extremely hesitant to spend a summer in the muggle world.

“New York IS magical!” You had insisted to Draco, and he gave in once he realized how happy it would make you. And secretly, he was curious to see where you had grown up.

Oh, and that you had braved your entire Christmas break at Malfoy Manor, under the scrutiny of Lucius, who was incredibly unfriendly and unwelcoming to his son’s mudblood girlfriend.

“We’re staying in my apartment. It’ll be just us, Draco. You don’t need to worry about impressing anyone,” you had promised your anxious boyfriend.

Now, Draco’s silver eyes couldn’t take in all of Times Square. He looked like a startled child, and you giggled at his wide eyes.

“This is crazy, Y/N, everything is all lit up-” Draco gaped at the signs. You walked slower, keeping in time with him as he took it all in. Your hand held onto his arm, keeping you together as you navigated the busy square. 

You looked up at the sky, dark clouds hanging heavy overhead. Thunder boomed in the distance, just over the sound of the street. 

“It’s going to rain. Time for an indoor activity,” you broke Draco from his trance, and the two of you made it to a small staircase outside of a building. Draco hesitated, and you dragged him down into the underbelly of the city, into a lounge you frequented whenever you were in the city. 

You were greeted by buzzing neon lights, printed carpet, and arcade machines. Everything was retro, looking like you’d stepped into the 80s. You ordered soda before pulling your boyfriend to an arcade game. He looked unsure, and you grinned at him, setting your things down. 

“What is this?” Draco asked, looking around curiously.

“This is an arcade. We play these games, I’ll show you.” You put a coin in the slot of the machine and showed Draco how to play Pac-Man.

“Want to try?” You asked, moving over to let him try after you finished demonstrating. He nodded, gingerly pressing the buttons. A frown knitted on his face as he struggled, not doing near as well as you.

“Can I try again?!”

“Sure, babe.” You slipped another coin in the slot, and he attempted a second time, still barely making any points.

“Draco, it’s just a game, relax,” you smoothed yourself hands down his arms as he tensed up with frustration. It was taking all of your strength not to laugh at him as he fought with the game.

“I can’t even win against a bloody muggle contraption-” Draco huffed and a couple teenagers turned their heads.

“It’s alright, they’re hard. Some take practice. Let’s try another one.” You sipped on your sprite, giving Draco a quick kiss to calm him down. He hummed softly and followed you to a different game. Thankfully, he was slightly better at the second one, and his bad mood faded with your encouragement.

You spent the entire afternoon there, eventually swapping arcade games to bowl in the alley at the back. You knew Draco was using magic, because he striked every time. You rolled your eyes as onlookers stared in awe, and he grinned at you with a wink.

“It’s not fun if you cheat.” You told him, and he kissed you.

“No, but I’ll play fair next round.” You let him, knowing he wanted to redeem himself of being embarrassingly shit at the games.

You had only dropped your bags at your apartment, but the two of you had been out since your flight landed this morning. You were starting to get tired, and you could sense Draco was too.

“I’m starving, and the rain has let up. Want to get something to eat?” You asked Draco, and he nodded, holding out his hand for you to take. You grinned and intertwined your fingers, walking out to the damp street with him.

“Come on, there’s a great deep dish pizza place closer to my apartment.” You led him into the subway, and his arm wrapped around your waist protectively as you waited for your train. His chest was pressed to your back, his grip on you secure.

“We’re safe.” You rubbed his arm that was under your ribs, but he didn’t relax. You rode the train downtown a bit, before getting off in lower manhattan.

“It’s just up here.” You told him, tightening your jacket as the night got colder. The two of you walked half a block into a New York deep dish pizza parlor, and Draco smiled at the delicious smell as you entered.

“Two,” you said to the waiter, and he sat you down at a booth in the corner. Draco’s hand rested on your knee, and the two of you ordered their restaurant original pizza, sipping on ginger beer as you waited.

“This is your New York?”

You hummed, nodding in response. He kissed your cheek sweetly, openly affectionate with you in the public setting.

“Tomorrow we’ll go to the MET so you can see the art,” you said, reaching up to brush a stray piece of hair from his face. He leaned down and kissed you softly, one of his arms around your shoulders as the two of you sat on the same side of the table.

“I’m excited.”

“Me too, it will be fun!” You agreed. You turned as the waiter set down the pizza in front of the two of you, and Draco’s eyebrows shot up.

“This is huge, Y/N!”

The waiter smiled and left you alone, and you sliced off a piece, handing it to him before serving yourself.

“We’ll put the leftovers in the fridge at home. Try it. You’ll like it, I promise.” You encouraged him, and he did so with excitement.

“Oh my gods, this is so good!” He exclaimed, making you giggle.

“New York isn’t half bad, is it?”

He shook his head, silver eyes shining. You enjoyed your pizza, watching people walk by out the window. Draco had already expressed his anxiety over not only the amount of traffic in New York, but also of the cars driving on the wrong side of the street. You giggled at his disdain for the incessant honking, used to the quiet serenity of Malfoy Manor.

You were yawning by the time you walked the last three blocks to your apartment, Draco’s hand on your lower back as you slid your key into the lock. You let yourselves in, kicking off your shoes and losing your jackets in the hall. Draco took his time looking at your apartment now that you had time, and you let him wander as you put your extra pizza in the fridge.

You watched him run his fingers over your books and look at plants and various things of yours that were set around. You leaned in the doorway, unnoticed by him, observing him peek into your life. He picked up a small stuffed bunny off of your bookshelf, an endearing smile on his face as he carefully set it back down.

“I love your room,” Draco said when you stepped in, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting against his back.

“Thank you.”

“Let’s wash the city off,” you said, tossing your jeans into the bin, stripping off the rest of your clothes as he watched, following suit.

You giggled as he chased you into the bathroom, lightly tickling your sides. You turned on the shower, stepping under hot water and pulling your boyfriend in with you. He kissed you deeply, water running over your bodies. He squeezed soap onto his hands and began to glide them over your skin, squeezing your ass in the process. He definitely spent extra time on your chest, and you did the same to him, washing him up. Your giggles echoed in the shower chamber, and Draco left hot kisses over your neck, shoulder, and chest.

Draco lifted you onto the wide tile shelf, kissing you deeply, his tongue invading your mouth. Your fingers tangled into his wet hair, and you spread your legs for him to stand between.

A loud moan escaped you as he slowly entered you, a slight discomfort forming as a result of your lack of regular sex at the castle.

“Please— fuck— move,” you begged Draco, dragging your nails up his back.

He obliged happily, fucking you slowly, careful not to be too rough. Your chest was heaving, your body on fire against the cold tile of the shower, everything slick and steamy. Draco’s mouth moved along your neck and jaw, and your head was spinning as his hips repeatedly met yours.

“Need to feel you come around me, love,” Draco murmured, tweaking your nipples lightly, drawing a squeal from you.

“I’m close, just, a little faster,” you panted, gripping his shoulders. Within minutes you were coming undone, and you wouldn’t collapsed if it wasn’t for the shelf holding most of your weight. You felt Draco’s orgasm follow, leaving you both lightheaded and airy.

“Give me a minute before I can stand up.” You laughed, holding onto his arm to steady you.

The two of you finished getting clean, and you dried off before going to your bed. Your head rested on his chest, fingers tracing shapes over his milky skin until you fell asleep.

You woke up the next morning to soft noises in the kitchen. You got up and pulled Draco’s t shirt over your head, walking out to the kitchen to find Draco struggling.

“I was going to bring you some tea in bed but I can’t find the kettle.” He complained, and you giggled, shaking your head.

“What? Why’re you laughing at me?” He demanded, and you held his cheeks and kissed him.

“Hand me two cups, Malfoy.” You ordered, using his last name. His nose scrunched up, and he bit back the urge to complain about how you addressed him.

He obeyed you, and you filled the cups with filtered water, and put them in the microwave.

“You’re joking-” he started, and you cut him off with another kiss.

“We’re in america, sweetheart. I haven’t got a kettle.”

He was disturbed by your lack of kettle, but he trusted you to make good tea, and he didn’t want to upset you by judging your American ways. The term mudblood pricked into the back of his mind, instilled by his horrid father. He pushed the thought away, and wrapped his arms around you. He didn’t speak, but he hugged you tightly, and you rested against him.

“I love you,” his voice was full of such urgency, you didn’t know what had crossed his mind that made him feel the need to hold you so tightly and remind you of his affection.

“I love you too, Draco.” You touched his face gently, looking into his eyes.

You broke away to drop tea bags into your now-hot water. You put a bit of cream in Draco’s how he preferred it, and he kissed your cheek, pulling the two of you back to bed with your tea.

“We can get ready after this.” You decided, enjoying the warmth of your bed. Draco loved your tea, and he finished his more quickly than you. He traced the flowers printed on the duvet, listening to you talk about the museum you were taking him to.

He was enjoying the city so far, even though the noise had kept him up. He got dressed and admired you in a little white sundress. You spun around for him, and he kissed your lips, catching you and pulling you into him.

He couldn’t keep off of you now that the two of you had space. You’d graduated, and you were free. You could openly be loving without the judgement of teachers or other students, and no one was around that Draco had to protect his reputation from. 

He was always kissing you, holding your hand, or letting his hand rest on your knee now that you were away from judgemental gazes. He enjoyed just being with you. Draco was much more relaxed away from his family and aristocratic peers, and your life together in America was coming a solid reality.

Draco’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand as the two of you ascended the steps up to the MET. You turned, grinning at him in the sunshine, and you pushed up on your toes, kissing him sweetly. 

“I love you!” Draco announced when you dropped back down from kissing him, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I love you too, Draco.” 

He let you pull him inside, and the two of you spent the entire day wandering through the endless rooms in the art museum, admiring the paintings, drawings, sculptures, and artifacts. 

Draco’s eyes lit up at the sketches of the dancers, he studied them for a long time. 

“I think I’d like to try art.” Draco informed you, and you looked up at him.

“You should, I think you’d be good at it.” You spoke encouragingly, and he smiled down at you.

“Do you mean that?” 

“I do.” You rubbed his arm and kissed his shoulder. 

“Come on, I want to see the impressionists. That’s my favorite part of this place.” 

He followed you, standing behind you as you admired the paintings. His arms were around your waist, and his head rested on your shoulder as he looked at the paintings with you. 

You stayed at the museum until it closed, going home and eating the leftover pizza on the balcony. You handed Draco a sketchbook you had, and some pens, earning a smile.

“I can use them?”

“Of course.” You nodded, and he began to sketch you, sitting there. You listened to the cars below, and happy people singing in an apartment above yours. His sketch was beautiful, and you smiled at him dreamily.

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[axxnniee]

i swear, nothing will ever irritate me more in this fandom than people saying harry should have became a professor. it's my most hated headcanon and it literally makes no sense.

harry was made for being an auror.

harry loves adventures and that's something easy to spot. he thought that meeting fluffy for the first time was a great adventure and was keen on having another one. he felt quite exited to break into damn ministry to steal the horcrux from umbridge for fuck's sake. y'all really think he would sit all day in a castle teaching children? it's noticeable even in such thing as quidditch, this guy just has to move and do something. he would waste himself, his youth and his potential as a teacher.

he has everything a great auror (which he is) needs. he's very observant and notices little details; he always noticed all the little movements someone did and was able to connect it with situation (vernon pretending to read the newspaper cause his eyes weren't moving, hagrid clutching his umbrella tighter at mention of his wand, hermione having book upside down and way more). even right after waking up in gof he was able to say something bad was happening only by the sounds. he is also able to connect the dots: he was the one who had put all the facts together and realize why no one died from basilisk while basing it only on paper left by hermione, he realized bellatrix had horcrux in her vault by her reaction and he realized voldemort was after elder wand only basing on xenophilius' story about deahtly hallows (and that he's ignotus' descendant).

he's great at dada, good at transfiguration, charms, herbology, and even potions. at everything needed to be an auror. he's very powerful; his accidental magic was powerful, he casted a full patronus that drove away hundreds of dementors at age of 13, was able to stand up to imperius, even the one casted by voldemort himself. he was really good at duelling and managed to do it even with death eaters.

not to mention that he's really good at working under stress. and even though his plans don't always work, his intuition never fails. intuition told him to touch quirrell's face, to put on sorting hat, to destroy diary and way more.

he's brave, he's tough and works hard when the matter is really important.

harry WANTED to be an auror ever since crouch jr told him he'd make a good one. he mentioned this position during his career advice. he didn't even want to teach his classmates at first and you think he'd want to teach hundreds of students same things all over again and later having to check their essays? harry isn't the most socialising person and teacher works requires socialising more than auror's one. he would get tired.

and most important; auror's job is to defeat the dark wizards. to prevent them from killing anyone. you know how many babies lose their parents because of such actions? and you know who exactly knows how it feels like? auror harry potter. he would never let any more child lose their parents and any dark wizard to kill someone again. he wants to help people, he wants to reduce the evilness in this world. and after war, he would never sit back and relax knowing that death eaters are still around.

and the argument that ministry did so many bad things is one of the shittiest things i've ever heard. yes, ministry treated him shitty. and you know who else? quirinus quirrell, gilderoy lockhart, bartemius crouch junior, dolores umbridge, severus snape. what they have in common? they are defence against the dark arts teachers. almost everyone treated him like a piece of shit and that consists also of both ministry and hogwarts. but let's notice that the main problems at the ministry were fudge, umbridge, lucius malfoy and later scrimgeour (not counting corrupted ministry). all of them left by the time harry joined ministry.

besides, y'all really believe mcgonagall would let him teach when she literally argued with umbridge promising to make him an auror?

#harry james potter #harry potter #hogwarts #auror harry #ministry of magic #hp series #hp fandom

[celest1all]

jealousy • [d.m]

pairing: draco malfoy x slytherin!fem!reader

summary: the green eyed monster strikes again.

warning(s): swearing, angst, thinking about hexing/jinxing someone, heart-break, sad, nails digging into palms, anger, crying, badly written.

author's note: okay i didn't expect for this to be as long as it was, i expected it to be a small thing (or smaller than this aha) but here we are. it's angsty, it's sad, it's draco. have fun my lovelies.

"What the bloody hell are you playing at?"

The delightful silence that came with sitting on one of the benches in the hallway of Hogwarts was quickly disrupted by a cold, drawling voice shouting your name.

Closing your Defence Against the Dark Arts book that was currently in your lap, you turned to him with an eyebrow raised. "How wonderful it is to see you again, Malfoy."

You and Draco had been 'friends' since birth. Due to both your families sharing the same Hogwarts house, Slytherin, and that you too were Pureblood, it was written in the stars that the children of the Malfoy's and the [L/N]'s would become friends, or at very least, acquaintances.

Except from the fact that the leading emotion that was between the two of you was an intense hatred, a need to outsmart and prove the other wrong at any chance that seemed to present itself.

"Missed me that much that you had to track me down?" You smirked, crossing your leg one over the other and you leant your chin on your palm. "Or do you need me to help you with your Transfiguration work again?"

Draco clenched his jaw and rolled his hand into a fist, nails digging into his palms. "I'll repeat my last question [L/N], what the hell are you playing at?"

You frowned and shook your head at him, even though the smirk that played upon your lips was still visible. "I have no clue what you're talking about. Please elaborate for those who are unfortunate enough to not be on the same wavelength as the one and only Draco Lucius Malfoy."

The way his name rolled off your tongue further added to the blond's anger, wanting nothing more than to hex you for being such an arse. "Why don't we start with the fact that you told Pansy Parkinson that she shouldn't go out with me because--what was it?" he looked around briefly before staring right into your eyes "oh yeah, because I like to use the Cruciatus Curse on my girlfriends."

Oh. That old chestnut.

"Are we on the same 'wavelength' now?" He cocked his head to the side, still staring at you with his piercing eyes, turning all your insides into ice.

Your hands started to become incredibly sweaty so you wiped them on your skirt before placing the DADA book on the bench beside you. You stood up and faced Draco. "That was just a harmless joke," you lied, swallowing a lump in your throat. "technically it's on her if she believed it."

Draco gritted his teeth, vexation flowing through him quicker than his own blood. His fingers flexed and he resisted the urge to pull out his wand and to jinx you, nothing too serious, just something to make you regret what you had told Parkinson.

Thankfully, he didn't otherwise he wouldn't only have Snape on his back, he would also have your parents and his and he couldn't deal with the mess that came with that.

You quickly glanced down at this arm, not failing to notice the way his fingers were silently itching to go into his robe pocket and whip out his wand. Logically, you knew he wouldn't dare, but then again, this was Draco.

"Okay," you breathed out, making Draco snap his head towards you. "okay fine, I admit it." You ran your fingers through your hair slightly before pinching the bridge of your nose. "I meddled."

He raised his eyebrows at you, "I think you did a bit more than meddle, [L/N]."

"What the fuck do you want me to say?!" You shouted at him, anger getting the better of you. "Yes I lied to Pansy, and yes I know it was a significant thing to lie about, but you can't stand there and act like you're the epitome of innocence."

You had no idea where your little outburst had come from, but you knew it wasn't over yet. "And what's that supposed to mean?" Oh, and there it is; the catalyst.

Eyes boring into his, you said, "Third Year, Potions class." Draco shrugged at you, unsure where you were going with this. "Snape partnered us up to make the Antidote to Uncommon Poisons and you told me -- and I quote -- '[Y/N], if my parents force me to marry when we are older, then I hope that it's you.'"

"I said that?"

Your stomach dropped, did he really not remember? Sure, you were far from nice to the boy, but you couldn't have covered up your feelings for him that well surely.

"Y-Yeah." you cursed yourself for the crack in your voice, "yeah you did."

"What in Merlin's name does this have to do with what you said to Pansy?" Apparently he was still upset with you, understandable really. Looking back, it probably wasn't the best way to go about getting together with Draco, but jealousy's a bitch.

"Do you really not get it?" You asked him, to which he shook his head. "I was fucking jealous!"

Well that definitely confused Draco. Jealous? What reason did you have to be jealous of him? Unless it wasn't him you were jealous of...

"Ever since that damned Potions class I realised that I love you!"

Love. That word frightened Draco more than You-Know-Who, you couldn't possibly love him. No, not at all. That's simply ridiculous.

"You don't love me." He stated.

"And who are you to decide that?" You replied, frowning.

"Because I don't love you." He spat, making you recoil in surprise and hurt. Truthfully, he didn't know whether he loved you. Sure, you spent your early years growing up together and all, but that dynamic changed when you both got to Hogwarts. There was never any lovey-dovey moments, no heart to hearts, nothing. It was just bickering and mere hatred, nothing else. Right?

You felt your heart shatter in two pieces, parts of it digging into your every being, draining any inch happiness that once resided.

Draco saw the pain flash across your face and felt something aswell; guilt. He did that to you. He made you feel that. Even though moments before he was going to jinx or even hex you, this seemed worse. It was worse, and he knew.

Nodding at him, either in embarrassment or just plain devastation, you said "Right. No, of course not."

Once again, Draco saw the instant regret that had adorned your facial structure, regret in telling him your feelings. And he loathed it. "[Y/N],"

"No, it's fine." You swallowed your tears down, looking anywhere but him. "I'm gonna--I'm gonna go."

Once you went over the bench you were previously sat and collected your things, you began to leave before Malfoy called your name again. You looked up at him briefly, "Look, don't worry. I'm not going to tell my parents so you don't have to deal with that shit storm and I'll tell Parkinson that I lied."

When you both made eye contact, he recognised the broken remnants of your heart in your eyes. The one he had broken without knowing he even was capable of breaking it. It was only ever his to break and he did.

"Go and get the girl you want, Draco. I'm sure she will be over the moon." You smiled weakly at him before walking past him, the smile dropping instantly, making room for the sobs that had been edging their way out of you.

He heard you, he heard every sob, every hiccup, every heart-breaking cry you made through the Hallway, echoing all the way back to him. And it hurt him. Not only did he tear your heart in millions of pieces like a howler after it was done shouting, but you still managed to be the bigger person.

You always managed to be the bigger person.

Always.

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[ilove-cedricdiggory]

Fallen

Draco x Reader

Requested? - nope, but I'm sorry for this one 😅

Summary - The reader finds herself in a huge fight with Draco, their hearts both left broken. But, she was far more broken than him.

Trigger Warning - Mentions of Suicide, attempt of suicide, Draco being a rude arse jerk, cussing, angst.

I can make this into a part two if you guys want.

Two years after the war. Two whole years. You had met Draco in Diagon Alley, the both of you attempting to get your groceries before the rest of the rest of the wizarding world woke up, busying the streets, along with the isles of the store.

You had just gotten out of work, having found a job where you could work nights. You had incredible anxiety after the war, worried about every person around you with the possibility that they were still a death eater under cover. Your best friend, absolute best friend, for 6 years turned death eater, having no remorse when she tortured your parents right before your eyes.

From that moment on, the fear of someone being a dark wizard undercover. While the war was over, your fear was long gone. Meeting Draco, the both of you found yourself comforting each other through your fear. You were surprised with how easily you trusted Draco, if you're being honest with yourself. A confirmed death eater that let in the same ones that destroyed your school, the same one that walked into Voldemort's arms after his father called him to the wrong side.

But, you knew what it was like to pick the wrong thing, heck, you had the wrong friend for years and you had no clue. You expressed to Draco, when you first got together, that while you understood his position with his family, you also knew he technically always had a choice. Just like Sirius Black, he had a choice to pick right, he just didn't, and now he was learning how to pick right.

The two of you had grown to each other, learning how to protect the other when they needed it most, how to help them grow, and how to let the other breathe - or, you thought you did.

When you woke up this morning, you weren't expecting it to go the way it had. You had switched to days after a year of being with Draco, really wanting to spent the time you had awake, with your boyfriend. The two of you worked in silence for the first thirty minutes or so, always did. You both would brew your coffee, move to your "designated" seats, and sip the hot liquid as you silently planned your own days. This morning, you decided to owl for some breakfast before getting into the day.

You weren't sure how it started.

You had asked him a question about a few letters you found on his nightstand table while searching for a few coins, to which he replied casually. A few minutes later, it was him asking about a work assignment you said you needed to finish. The both of you were on your guard suddenly, when the owl flew in from his parents.

Lucius.

The way you despised his dad was different to your being. Growing up, you didn't hate many people, but even that hate wasn't even close to the level it was with his father. You met him twice, each time as horrible as it comes. Only, this letter seemed to be a reply to one? A reply in which, two paragraphs in, Lucius was telling Draco "I told you she was wrong for this family, wrong for you."

Each piece of your heart that you had ever pieced together crumbled into specs, the clear liquid filling your eyes after many nights of feeling free.

You guessed you actually did know how it started.

Your tears fell before a single word was spoken - yelled really. He was scolding you for reading his mail, you were broken from the words screamed. A fight worse than any fell upon the two of you, all silent plans for the day cancelled.

"You fucking bitch! My own shit, that's all I ask! You to leave my shit alone! Can you do anything fucking right?" Words like this coming from Draco hurt more than any others combined.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know it wasn't from the bakery, dipshit!" You had tossed the letter at his head, it crumpled into a ball. "Fuck, Draco, you act like I'm some know it all that can tell when things are meant for just you! And I open your mail all the damn time!" You had walked into the living room, slamming the bedroom door shut, leaving him to glare at the shut piece of wood.

He ripped open the door, slamming his feel on the floor as he made his way to you. The two of you screamed for hours, making your way through plenty of topics, leaving you both as broken as you were when you found each other.

"I don't know why the fuck I ever looked at you. You're fucking pathetic." He spat, his spit flying out his mouth and landing on the couch between the two of you. "Get the fuck out." You whispered, your eyes squeezed shut.

"What?" He asked, his eyes wide, your words leaving him stunned.

"I said, get the ever loving fuck out, Draco Malfoy! Fucking leave!" You yelled, rushing to the shared bedroom, yanking his clothes off of hangers and throwing them out a window you smashed open. You'll fix it later.

"Y/n, wait, wait, stop." He spoke, entering the room. "No, I won't stop. I didn't do a damn thing to you besides fucking love you, stand beside you. Get the fuck out!" You tossed his sock drawer out of the window before turning to him. "I will not fucking hesitate to call Arthur. I won't even call for ministry, I'll call for him and the rest of the boys to come over and drag you out their selves."

His eyes were wide, unshed tears filled to the brim. You pulled out your wand, raising it to him. "I swear, I will hex you so hard, Molly won't even know how to fix you." He stepped back, his eyes closing before he nodded once. You watched as he left, your eyes following him as he waved his wand, his clothes folding themselves and plopping into a bad you assumed he transfigured.

Once he disapparated away, your tears fell harder than before. You mumbled a quick fixing charm on the window before falling onto your bed, your sobs filling the air.

Worthless

Pathetic

Waste of space

Problematic

Your head filled of every word you ever told yourself, every word you ever heard, as it rebounded off the walls of your skull.

With a shaky breath, you pulled out the letters you wrote a year ago, each to a different beloved friend of your own.

Harry

Hermione

Ron

Ginny

Fred

George

Molly

Arthur

Draco

You took a deep breath, walking to the spare bedroom where you kept your owl, clearing your throat softly. "Take these to the Burrow, I'm sure they will all be there." You whispered softly, letting the bird from it's cage before tying the notes to it's leg. "This one to Draco." Your voice faltered at his name, tying his letter to its other leg.

Once she flew out your window, your feet walked to your bedroom, glancing around it with heavy eyes, before grabbing your wand once more and disapparating to Hogsmead, your feet carrying you to the school you were oh so familiar with.

It had taken about half a year, but Hogwarts was back to its former glory, the wonders of magic. It was July, the warm air around you as you entered the building. It's familiar hallways, the magic buzzing off the walls. Home.

Your feet carried you up to the astronomy tower where you had spent plenty nights, staring out into the wonders of the sky. It was late now, the sky almost black, as you stepped back out into the summer night air.

You wiped your nose, slowly stepping onto the ledge as you glanced out into the night.

"I wonder what it'll be like to see you again, Sirius." You whispered, your heart clenching.

You turned around, your back facing the sudden drop before you looked up to the sky, "See you soon, Pads." You took out your wand, lifting it up as you had, the night you all found Dumbledore, the tip of your wand lighting as you leaned backwards, the weight of your body slipping off the edge, you falling.

The sky was dark, the only light from your wand before you shut your eyes, a final breath filling your lungs.

Fallen.

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Two Years

Pair: Fred Weasley x Reader; he/him.

Summary: You got back to Diagon Alley after the war and desperately wanna talk to him and explain why you were basically non-existent during the war. But is Fred ready to talk to you?

Warnings: Swearing.

Notes: Reader is Draco's Cousin! Hope you enjoy!

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

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Complicated couldn’t even begin to describe your relationship with the Weasley’s. 

For to start, you were related to the Malfoys which automatically meant it was rocky. You were Draco’s cousin. Your family didn’t believe in the same ideology as Lucius and Narcissa, leading to family feuds being normal during literally any time of the year. Your family didn’t exactly want the attention of the Malfoys or the Dark Lord once the war reared its ugly head, so your family fled to America, dragging you with them. They wanted to get as far from the war as possible. 

And two, well, you were Fred’s partner before the war broke out. Since your family was absolutely dedicated to being hidden, you lost communication with him when your family decided to just get up and go. You didn’t even have time to tell him goodbye or really anyone and it hurt. You knew you hurt him too and no matter how you begged, your parents wouldn’t let you see him, let alone send him a letter. Owls couldn’t travel across whole seas and you were basically in lock down, even if you were a grown adult. 

You stayed up most nights because of nightmares. You’d wake up in a cold sweat more times than you could count on both hands. After these tear jerking visions from hell, you’d usually climb from your bedroom window to the room, gazing out at the moon like a love struck teenager, hoping maybe even praying Fred was gazing at the moon at the same time you were.. Most nights he actually was.

During the war, Fred had come into a.. Complication. He ended up fracturing his leg, resulting in a cane and physical therapy. George took up fixing and running the shop with Ron while he was borderline trapped between surviving at the Burrow and physical therapy. 

Fred spent most of his free time sketching out ideas of products to tire his mind long enough to ignore the stupid nightmares and gazing out the window, hoping you’d apperate across the field and come comfort him, but you never came. Everyone in the Burrow avoided mentioning your name around Fred, anyway.

When the time came, Fred went straight back to work with his twin, spewing out ideas about different treats, potions, trinkets, anything and everything he came up with while bed ridden and they both got to work quickly. 

It was nice, relaxing, normal again. Everything was normal to Fred but a piece of him was missing. You were across the world and you held a piece of his heart and he hated you never gave it back. 

No matter how badly he missed you or longed for you to hold his hand, he wasn’t ready to face you when you entered their shop. He literally wasn’t ready to face you. He turned around when the bell went off, ready to say the shop wasn’t open yet but dropped the box he was holding. He ignored the sound of shattering glass and immediately booked it back into the room, where he nearly knocked over his brother. 

“What’s wrong?” George asked, swiftly setting the box he was holding down on the shelf. “Are you going into another attack? Do you need to go upsta-” He was silenced when Fred's hand covered his mouth.

“Hello?” A soft voice called out, causing George's eyebrows to furrow before his eyes grew wide. Fred moved his hand, using it to slowly shut the storage room door, making sure to turn the handle so it shut silently. The separation allowed the twins to whisper to each other in peace.

“Isn't that-” 

“Yeah.”

“Then why-”

“Because I’m not ready.”

“..You’re not ready? Blimey, Fred, it’s been 2 years since he left.” George ran a hand down his face, the other landing on his hip sassily. “What do you mean you're not ready? You always talked about how you missed him but now you aren't ready?”

“You wouldn’t understand-” 

“Don’t even give me that, Freddie. Talk to me.” George smiled, resting a hand on his brother's shoulder. “I know you're older by like, 1/4 a second, but you don’t have to be a rock. Come on, don’t bottle it up.”

Fred let out a sigh, his eyes casting downward before he let out the smallest of chuckles. His hand came to rub the back of his neck.

“Fine.” 

George almost squealed with joy when his brother decided to open up to him. He wanted to clap his hands and jump around like a child, but opted for not compromising their position. 

Fred went on to tell George about how you left, how you didn’t even leave a note, how he didn’t know how to ask if you two were still together and if you loved him anymore. George has already known all of this, causing his face to melt into an unamused expression.

“.. You realize you're being ridiculous, right?”

“Gee, thanks George. I will most definitely come back to you when I have emotional turmoil.”

“No, no, mate, listen.” George wrapped his arm around his older brother's shoulder, gently guiding him away from the wall. “Listen, ok? You’re such a top notch guy, not as handsome as me,” George smiled wider when his brother snorted, “but you’re trying! So why not at least talk to the bloke, yeah? You guys were snogging before he left, so why not try to snog after?”

“I just told you why I can’t.”

“Who are you and what did you do with Fredrick Weasley?” George put the back of his hand across his forehead, being the dramatic shit he is. 

“Don’t call me that, you prat-”

“I thought I knew you! Confidence was your middle name! Frederick Confident Gideon Weasley!” The youngest twin only became cockier when the older one groaned and covered his face. “Oh, Frederick, where did you go?” He wrapped his free arm tighter around his brother and dragged him out the door, ignoring his protests and grabby hands reaching to hold onto the door frame. 

“George, wait!” Fred’s hushed whisper floated in the air, completely ignored by the other red-head.

“Fredrick! Where did you go, Freddie?!” He called out, knowing damn well you were still in the shop. Neither of the twins heard the shops bell ring a second tie, indication your departure.

“George?” Your voice echoed in the closed shop, leading George to dramatically turn to his brother and smirk at him. “Is that you?”

“Why yes, my dear friend! How are you?” George let go of his twin, allowing him to scurry off to the side and hide behind one of their many filled shelves. You walked up to him just after Fred hid, much to his delight and George’s dismay. George’s smile faltered ever so slightly when he took in your appearance. 

Your hair was a nest fit for Scabbers, the bags under your eyes would need to be checked with baggage at any muggle airport and your clothes. Not that there was anything wrong with a hoodie and sweatpants, but it was summer for fucks sake. He could see the sweat across his brow and wondered if he should turn the AC on.

“I’m as well as I can be, I guess..” You fiddled with a stray strand hanging from your hoodie. George noted the fraying hand made thumb holes and his eyebrow raised in confusion. “I um-” You ran a hand through your hair, “I wanted to talk to Fred, do you know where he is?” While your eyes were darting across the top level of the shop, George’s eyes flashed to his brother.

The shop owner shot his brother a glare when he shook his head back and forth fast enough to make anyone dizzy. 

“Um, no.. I haven't.” George grumbled out, his hands going to his pockets. He looked down at the floor deciding it would be better than the disappointed expression on your face. “Um, do you want me to give him a message for something?”

“No, yeah, if that’s ok?” You went back to fiddling with the stray thread. You didn’t notice Fred peaking at you through the products lined on the shelves. “Just um- Could you tell him I’m sorry for me? I’m sure he’ll know what I mean..”

“Yeah, sure thing, (Y/n/n). Anything for you.” George ran a hand through his hair after you turned on your heel and mumbled a thank you before exiting the shop. “You owe me.” The red-head turned to his identical and sighed when he saw the longing expression. “Merlin’s left tit, you’re fucked, mate.”

“I should’ve-” Fred hit his forehead against the wood of one of the shelves, a yell of frustration leaving his throat.

“Say it.” “..You were right. I should’ve talked to him.”

“Damn right I was. Now, go get your bloke before he cries in the street or worse, goes to Malfoy for romantic help.” George faked a shudder at the idea. George watched his brother turn, slamming his back into the shelf and slide to the floor. “Ok, Fred, seriously, this is getting kind of sad.”

“I can’t go talk to him, George!” Fred was pulling at his own ginger locks, his knees coming up to his chest. “I- No, I can’t.”

“Do you want me to do it?” George’s voice was soft. He plopped himself on the dusty floor right next to his brother. “I can talk to him as you? See what all of this is about?” 

“I don’t know, Georgie..” Fred’s voice was softer than his twins. He looked at his brother with a hopeless expression and glossy eyes. George figured from this it would be best to tackle the problem tomorrow so he just pulled his brother into his side and held him for a good while.

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The next day was easier for Fred. The store was bustling, as it was Monday, morning and all the happy customers provided a great distraction. He took over the register while George focused more on the floor work: answering customer questions, restocking shelves. It was a lot for two twins to handle, but they managed, especially when Ginny or Ron offered their free days to come down and help. 

Fred had just finished closing the drawer, handing a youngster his change back when the bell above the shop's door caught his attention. He shifted on his feet when Draco was practically dragging you into the shop wearing the same clothes as yesterday. The red-head was starting to wonder if you were ok.

“(Y/n)!” George yanked you into a hug before you could even blink, causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles that left Fred absolutely yearning to have you by his side again.

“Hey Geo!” You briefly hugged him back before pulling away, causing his attention to shift to your cousin. 

“Malfoy.” George looked the blonde up and down. He’d throw hands if he had too, even in his own shop.

“Hey, be nice. He’s on our side now.” You punched the tall suited man lightly in the arm before shoving your hands in your pockets.

“It’s unfortunate but true. Most birds did appreciate my bad boy ages.” Draco ran a hand dramatically through his hair while George snorted. “But that isn’t why we’re here. Is your brother around?”

“He’s at the til, why?”

“I’m just here to make sure (Y/n) actually talks to him like he promised too.” Draco put a hand on your back and gently pushed you forward. “But how is business, Weasley?”

While George went on to talk about statistics and boring old shit, you slowly walked over to the red-head who was trying to distract himself by restocking some of the knickknacks in the class case beneath the counter. You cleared your throat, clearly scaring him. He let out a squeak and hit his head on the underside of the glass case.

“I-I’m sorry, Freddie! Are you ok?” you asked, your hands awkwardly fidgeting in front of you as the male stood up and rubbed the back of his head. You bit your lip, resisting the urge to grab his shoulders and check his head. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” He had his eyes squinted so tight he could see stars flashing behind his lids. He couldn’t look at you yet. You’d looked like a kicked puppy yesterday when you left and it pained him so much.

“Did, um.. Did you get my message from Geo?” You were fiddling with the string again. Fred opened his eyes slowly, nodding to you while he played with the product in his hand. 

“I.. Look, I don’t wanna beat around the bush, but I-”

“I already know.” Fred spoke up quickly, louder than intended. “I know, it’s fine.”

“S.. So it’s fine then?” You looked around, a tiny bit confused. Fred wasn’t one for jumping to conclusions, but it seemed his legs weren’t tired yet.

“Yeah.” 

“So, I just wanna be sure we’re on the same page, you know my family dragged me to America?”

“Uh-”

“And basically put me under house arrest so I couldn’t see you or message you or leave or really live? And I haven’t forgotten you and my feelings for you haven’t changed and Godric, Fred, I miss you so much.” Tears pricked your tired eyes as you glanced at him. You cleared your throat over the awkward silence you felt was your fault. Fred was replaying your words like a record stuttering on a player and the bloke was still confused.

“.. Come again?” The red-head blinked stupidly, subconsciously leaning over the counter. Maybe he wasn’t hearing you right over the noise of the shop. You couldn’t help but release a borderline silent chuckle that bubbled into your throat.

“I still love you, Freddie bear.” You twiddled with your fingers, your eyes glancing down to his lips before looking back into his sparkling eyes.

“You do?” The co-owner was trying to keep his joy nestled deep down in his chest.

You nodded your head.

“Oh thank fuck.” 

“Wha- Ah! FRED-”

The male had all but jumped over the glass counter, dramatically picking you up by your waist and slamming his lips to yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist, while your hands gripped to his shoulders like your life depended on it. You immediately fell under the spell of his kiss and didn’t even hear your cousin and your boyfriend's twin brother whooping/gagging.

Fred soon set you down, his usual cocky grin spread across his face until his knee buckled. The strain of his dumb ass jumping over the counter and picking you off your feet like you were a feather was finally catching up with him.

“Ah, ow, ow.” Fred groaned out, bending over to hold his right knee. You put a hand on his shoulder, worry etched across his face. “Ah, so um.. I should probably explain-”

“We both have a lot to explain, Freddie. Two years is a lot of time to be apart.”

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81. "You don't have to do this."

Harry shivers underneath the invisibility cloak. It was all very well that the cloak turns you invisible, he thinks, but it’s rather bloody useless at actually keeping you warm.

He shivers again, wrapping the cloak tighter around himself, making sure that no part of him was showing through thin fabric. He was pressed up in a corner, squished between a horrid stone gargoyle and the balcony railing, curled up so tight that he could barely breathe. There are people all around him - Death Eaters, hundreds of them, with silver masks and dark hoods, the flickering candlelight making the metal come alive.

He tears his gaze away, focusing instead on the lobby hundreds of meters below him. He’s still shaking, muffling his harsh breaths with his hand, his heart pounding underneath his chest as he searches that dark crowd for a flash of white-blond hair. Draco wasn’t down there though, not yet anyway, and Harry loses a careful breath of relief.

His arm still burns, from where Draco had gripped it earlier, so tight he knew it would bruise. They had been quick, rushed kisses against the wall outside of the Manor, fingers tangling in each other’s hair. Draco was pale, all moonlight and starlight, those grey eyes so, so defiant as Harry ran his lips up his unmarked forearm for the last time.

“You need to leave,” Draco had breathed, head tilted back against the wall, fingers cold against Harry’s skin. “I don’t - I don’t want you to see me...see me like...”

Harry had only kissed him harder, his eyes fluttering shut against the pain. “You know I can’t.”

Relief shone in Draco’s eyes. “Thank you.”

The words had fallen out in a rush, pressed together so tightly that Harry thought they could never be pried apart. “Don’t. You don’t have to do this.”

Draco pulled away. There were spots of colour in his cheeks now, red flames. His lips were wet, pink and swollen from their kisses, his eyes simultaneously haunted and clear. He gave Harry a small, sad smile, one that shattered his heart into a million pieces. “Of course I do. The Order needs a Spy.”

“They can find another,” Harry gasped, desperate, so desperate to save Draco, to save the Mark from being seared into that pale skin, a brand amongst all the other delicate scars. “We’ll find someone else, Draco.”

“There’s not enough time.” Draco had kissed him again, so hard that Harry’s head hit the wall then pulled away. “I’ll see you when this is over,” he said, then turned and walked off.

Harry swears, wrenched back into the present by the sound of voices. He turns, slightly, spots a thin, bony Death Eater conversing with another.

“Yes, well the boy is awfully young? Still, I suppose it’s alright. The Dark Lord needs all that he can get.”

“A Malfoy,” the other mused. “Lucius and Narcissa must be getting desperate. The boy must want to restore honor to his tarnished name.”

Harry grit his teeth, trying so hard not to jump out from under his cloak, burn the entire fucking manor down. There’s a stab of pain in his hand; he realizes that he’s cut his palm open from gripping the rough edges of the stone gargoyle too hard. Harry swears, pressing his hand to the side of his robes.

There’s a slight commotion downstairs - Harry’s breath catches in his throat as he looks down. He’s too high up to see properly but he’d recognize Draco anywhere; the white-blond hair, the haughty set of his shoulders, the way he still managed to hold his head high. The perfect heir in everyone’s eyes, handsome and arrogant and utterly devoted to Voldemort.

But only Harry would spot his hands, the slim fingers of his left hand wrapped around the wrist of his right, and he knows that when he checked there later there would be blood. An old habit, Draco once told him, left over from when his father used to break into his head, when he became so lost that only the clasp of his fingers, the bright stab of pain reminded him who he was.

Harry presses his face closer to the railing, his breath stuttering in his throat. Draco looks perfectly composed, his face emotionless, so different from the boy he had fallen in love with. The quicksilver grins, the cutting remarks, the tears on his face as he had sobbed into Harry’s shoulder; all of it was erased in an instant.

For the first time, Harry realized how dangerous Draco Malfoy was, how devastating he would be as a spy.

Draco halts in the center of the room. Everyone falls silent; Harry finds himself holding his breath, praying that he wouldn’t sense him, that he wouldn’t come -

It’s as if a cold wind fills the room. Everything seemed to dim; the candles, the lanterns, even the ancient chandelier hanging from the ceiling. And God, Harry could recognize that voice anywhere, that cold calculation, the voice that haunted his nightmares.

“Draco Malfoy,” Voldemort says. “What brings you to me?”

He doesn’t know how Draco does it, keeps his voice calm and level and utterly cool. “My lord,” he says, his voice ringing around the silent foyer. “I have come to take the Mark.”

A low chuckle. “By who’s request? Your father’s?”

Draco smiles, a cold, cutting smile, the smile that Harry had first seen when the two of them had met, still enemies. “My own.”

Utter silence. Draco stands perfectly still in the middle of the room, his face calm, almost bored, and Harry wonders why nothing was happening -

Draco’s eyes flutter, just for a moment, and understanding hits Harry like a punch to the gut. “Shit,” he breathes. Voldemort was obviously prying into Draco’a mind, ripping it apart, trying to determine if Draco truly was loyal to him.

Draco had described it once, lying on their backs in the room of requirement. “Like a knife. Something sharp and cold ripping into your head, prying through every memory there is until you start to forget who you are and who you were.”

And he’s known Draco for long enough, loved him for long enough to know when Draco was hurting. Draco’s eyes flutter again, drifting shut for longer now; Harry can see his fingers tighten at his wrist.

Please, he prays, please let Draco be strong enough, don’t let Voldemort see about us, don’t let him see -

Draco’s eyes open. His face doesn’t change but Harry can see him deflate, his hands opening to fall at his side. The smallest smirk played on his lips - he had taken on Voldemort himself and won.

Someone comes forward, some hooded Death Eater whispering something too quiet to hear in Draco’s ear. Harry clenches his fists at his side, something knitted and painful in his chest as Draco holds out his arm, palm up to bare his wrist.

The Death Eater raises something into the air; it’s a metal spike, Harry realizes, the ends red-hit and glowing. Harry tightens his fists, pain working up and down his arms and it was nothing compared to what Draco was about to face.

He’s terrified - Harry can see it in the set of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders. He betrays none of it though as the Death Eater sets the rod onto Draco’s bars arm.

Harry’s heart stutters. Draco’s face is impassive, though Harry can see how much it hurts. He can smell burning flesh in the air, ashes and blood. Draco’s taken his lower lip into his mouth; Harry knows he’s biting it, hard, trying not to scream as fieryikes work over the pale skin of his arm.

And God, it keeps on going, outlining the Mark so damn slowly, the skin around it bubbling. Draco’s panting now, pain dulling his eyes; Harry’s heart breaks as Draco tips his head back, teeth clenched in a gruesome smile. He watches with horrid fascination as the lines spread, curving back down to join together with the other marks; it turns black, sinking into Draco’s flesh.

The Death Eater removes the rod from Draco’s wrist and Harry almost saga in relief. “You didn’t scream,” they say.

Draco straightens. He’s obviously in pain, his arm still held in front of him. His voice remains perfectly steady though as he tilts his head. “Who was the last?”

The Death Eater laughs. “The last to not scream? Or make a noise?”

“Bellatrix Lestrange laughed,” someone shouts out. “Laughed and laughed, so hard she almost fell over.”

The Death Eater tilts their head. “Regulus Black was the last silent one, I think.”

A cold smile curves over Draco’s lips. “Interesting.”

“Draco Malfoy. You have received the Mark.” The Death Eater steps back, melting into the crowd. “Join the ranks.”

Everyone surges forward; someone hands Draco a black cloak and a plain silver mask. He frowns at his as he turns it between his fingers. “It’s plain.”

“You make your own,” someone calls. Draco accepts the items with a tight nod. “Thank you,” he says, his voice clear and cold. “I will not fail you.”

Harry closes his eyes, feeling sick as Draco holds the black garment open, steps into it. He watches as Draco buttons the robe, smoothing his hair down, all the simple, mundane things that Draco always did, the careful precision that filled his every movement.

Draco holds out the mask, the edges catching the light and Harry’s heart clenches at the thought, of his boyfriend having to put that mask on, cold metal against his skin, erasing everything from view. He turns away, wraps the cloak tighter around himself, prepares to leave.

For a moment, he thinks Draco catches his eyes. For a moment he thinks the coldness softens, replaced with agony, with loathing, all those emotions that he could never show and now never would.

Harry just stands there, heart breaking as Draco lifts his hand slightly from his side, his lips curling into that beautiful, radiant smile.

Harry is still watching him as he slips the silver mask on, disappearing into the crowd.

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Faux Diplomacy p.2

pairing: draco x mugglebornslytherinilvernmornyfem!reader (a mouthful i’m so sorry)

request: nah i’ve always always wanted to write this

warnings: draco malfoy being a class A dickwad, swearing

summary: reader is an ilvermorny student who was given an opportunity to travel abroad and spend a year at Hogwarts. At first she’s thrilled, but things start to get weird--why is everyone on the trip muggleborn? why were they all put into slytherin, no questions asked? and what is that draco malfoy kid doing? takes place during 6th year so peak angst

a/n: i apologize for the fact that i’m clearly favoring this story over Sound of....Magic? but it’s mostly because i’m writing what i know and i don’t know how to adult lol. also i hope you’re enjoying the slowburn! we might hate draco a little bit but i swear i’ll mend it soon!

music recs: i have a writing playlist specifically for this fic that i might share one day

word count: 2,240

The door was hard under Y/N’s fist, something that she should’ve guessed but the fact of which still managed to surprise her. Maybe she was more intoxicated than she originally assumed.

She knocked four times, slowly but loudly enough for anyone awake to hear her. The last thing she wanted to deal with was an angry racist. 

Three seconds passed by, each little mississippi begging her to run the other way before the door opened. She prayed that he was gone or at least deep in sleep. There was no telling what he’d do if he saw her. He couldn’t kill her, at least, but there were hundreds of other things that could happen to her if he was evil enough.

Her worst fear came true as the door flung open, revealing a very disgruntled and very pissed Draco. His pale hair was tousled with some pieces hanging in front of his forehead, breaking Y/N’s conception of his perfectly kept hair.

“What on earth do you want?” He hissed, his eyes burning with an intense emotion that Y/N couldn’t quite put a finger on. 

Y/N suddenly felt very silly standing outside his room with an outfit to rival Cher from Clueless as she took in his slightly rumpled silk suit. He was doing whatever important job he seemed so focused on while she was trying to get him to come out and join a party he was so clearly avoiding.

“Um,” she began rather lamely.

“Um,” Draco repeated back in a nasal voice clearly meant to mock her accent.

“Pansy uh..she wanted you to come out. It was a stupid game of truth or dare and she slipped Veritaserum into my drink so I can’t lie and say I did it when I didn’t-”

“You do realize that’s complete bullshit, right?” Draco interrupted. “The Veritaserum? Do you seriously believe that Snape would let us get out hands on that? First years fall for that every year. First time I’ve seen anyone over 12 believe it, though.”

Y/N’s cheeks grew hot as she realized he was probably completely right. Now that she actually thought about it, she couldn’t guess how Pansy could get her hands on something that dangerous much less spike drinks with it. 

“Oh. I guess that makes sense.”

Draco nodded with an “uh, yeah” look in his eyes and made his way to slam the door in his face when a glimmer caught her eye.

In her inebriated state, she told him point-blank, “Cool necklace. Who’s it for?”

Draco froze as he turned to look at his bed, the same one that had a very ornate necklace laying on it. He slowly turned back to Y/N with a terrifying expression on his face. 

Uh oh.

He grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and dragged her inside his room, slamming the door shut behind her and shoving her against the wall.

“What the fuck dude-”

“What’s your allegiance?” he hissed, stepping in her eyeline so she couldn’t see the necklace anymore. Their proximity was uncomfortably close. Y/N could smell peppermint on his breath, no doubt remnants of a cup of tea he’d had earlier.

“My allegiance.....sheesh, I don’t know, I don’t know where I fall on the political spectrum, but I am really frustrated with the Senate for impeding any type of impeachment proceed-”

“No, you bloody idiot!” He cut in again. “I mean in the wizarding world. Not.. whatever the fuck you’re going on about.”

“Oh, you mean like... the issue with Death Eaters and everything? I dunno, I haven’t read enough about British politics to know but it’s so ridiculous, y’know? Like, someday all of them are gonna wake up and realize they’ve been drinking the Kool-Aid and that they’re never gonna get rewarded the way the think. It’s really sad, they’re basically in a cult.”

Draco stared at her with wide eyes and a defensive expression on his face. He was still gripping both of her wrists in one hand, pinning them above Y/N’s head and making it impossible for her to weasel out of his grasp.

“I mean, pretty general stuff. American wizarding media is always like, ‘look at these idiots thinking that they’re gonna restore blood purity, aren’t they crazy? BLESS the fact that we left in 1776’ and whatnot. I don’t know, we all kind of chuckle at it and make memes about the fact that there’s even people out there that still buy into that shi...”

Y/N’s eyes managed to catch a quidditch uniform hung up on the bedpost with the name MALFOY printed across the back in silver letters. Suddenly it all made sense--she had just read about his father being incarcerated for being a Death Eater. She trailed off when the realization set in.

Oh no. 

“You know, with that thought, I think I’m just gonna go back to the party...I normally don’t get this political. Forget I said anything. Please!”

Draco’s face was the definition of fury. Now that Y/N knew he was Lucius Malfoy’s son, she had no clue what he could be capable of. She briefly wondered if he would kill her before immediately casting the thought aside.

That’d be absurd she reminded herself. He’s still just a teenager, just like you. He’s not gonna kill you.

He took a few moments to glare down at her before opening the door and pushing her out.

“You’re never speaking of this to anyone,” he snapped. “Go back to your party and fall for more of the pranks we like to pull on 11 year olds. Just don’t ever come back here. I mean it. Don’t ever.”

With that, Draco slammed the door in her face. Y/N stood in front of it for a few seconds as she regained her bearings. What had just happened? She was very tired, she realized suddenly. 

She was just turning around and walking away when his door cracked open just an inch. 

“Are you deaf? I said, go!”

Y/N turned to send Draco a dirty look before walking away for real. 

♥♥♥♥

Professor McGonagall was a complete sweetheart and the embodiment of what an empowered witch ought to be, but she had messed up one crucial point when it came to just how dining space would be available for the Slytherin table.

With all the new students, there was rarely a portion of the table empty enough to sit alone or even with a respectable amount of space between oneself and another person. 

Y/N suffered the consequences of this the most out of her classmates considering the fact that she was always late. By the time that she got to the Dining Hall for any meal, there was only one part of the table that was consistently open--spots next to Draco and his goons.

The rest of the house was wise enough to know to avoid them and did so well, but Y/N was not so lucky. Nearly every day she was forced to squeeze in next to either Draco, Pansy, or Blaise and was subject to listening to whatever drabble they wanted to discuss each day.

However annoyed she was, she couldn’t help but notice some interesting changes. As the fall days grew shorter, Draco’s appetite seemed to grow smaller. At one point, Y/N was taking portions nearly twice the size of his, and she was a rather light eater to begin with. She heard his irritatingly posh accent less and less, and slowly meals turned into conversations between Blaise and Pansy while Draco stared off into space. 

One of these days, Blaise turned to look Y/N straight in the eye, startling her enough to near drop her fork. They never looked at her.

“So,” he began awkwardly. “I hear that you played Quidditch as a seeker while you were at Ilvermorny.”

“Yeah, and what about it?” 

Y/N was not about to take any shit.

“Well, you see,” Blaise told her, a sincere look in his eyes, “Draco here is our seeker, and he’s a little busy, so he won’t be joining us this season.”

“Tragic.”

“And you were good, right? Like, really good? I saw your record. It was impressive.”

“Thanks. I didn’t suck.”

A tiny smile cracked on Pansy’s face. Had Y/N actually amused her?

“Okay, enough of the niceties,” she cut in. “Blaise wants you to play for us. Please?”

She batted her eyelashes in a way that Y/N prayed was ironic. 

“Well, I suppose,” Y/N answered. “What’s in it for me?”

“For starters,” Blaise told her, “Instant status. People like you if you play Quidditch.”

“So I’ve heard. Is that why Draco dropped out? People didn’t like him enough anymore?”

“You shut up,” Draco grumbled, refusing to look her in the eye.

“So you’re in?”

“Yeah, whatever. I’m dropping out the second either of you mess with me, though.”

Blaise grinned and Pansy kicked his foot under the table. Y/N immediately felt like she was witnessing something that she was not supposed to see.

“Get a room, you two,” Draco reprimanded them, rolling his eyes as he pushed his food around on his plate. 

♥♥♥♥

Y/N’s first Quidditch match came and went. The Slytherin team creamed the Hufflepuffs so badly that Y/N probably didn’t need to do any work at all, but regardless, she still caught the snitch. 

In Slytherin fashion, her team decided to throw a giant party in the common room. Everyone was permitted a plus one, which was ridiculous since Y/N wasn’t friends with anyone from any other houses. She jokingly extended the invite to Bella in a very dramatic gesture with roses and everything, and her best friend just as dramatically accepted, leaping into Y/N’s arms and requesting that she be carried away.

It was the biggest scene the dining hall had witnessed all year, enough so that when the news of Katie Bell being cursed and nearly killed broke, it took the dining hall a few moments to calm down. 

Everyone stared as Dumbledore addressed the student body.

“Students.” He cleared his throat wearily. “If you are not already aware, one of your fellow scholars has been cursed, presumably by a necklace that was gifted to her. Please do practice caution as you accept gifts going into the holiday season. These are dark times indeed.”

Nervous chatter filled the room back up with noise but did not distract Y/N from her pondering.

A cursed...necklace? Where had she heard that before?

♥♥♥♥

Y/N was never a perfect student, but she did enjoy potions and especially appreciated Slughorn’s teachings, so much so in fact that she was invited to join the Slug Club after a few weeks of classes.

Blaise was also there, and the two often sat together and joked about the overenthusiastic Gryffindors and the unresolved sexual tension between Harry and Ginny. It was hardly a secret that the two were into each other, but it seemed that the only people who weren’t aware of it were Ginny and Harry themselves.

“Pray for Dean, Y/N,” Blaise would often whisper to her as they observed the two flirt awkwardly with each other. 

The budding friendship between them was odd, but very platonic. Y/N knew he had no trouble excusing prejudice considering the fact that he put up with Draco’s nonsense, but he seemed to see some flaws in the practice.

The most shocking part of their newfound connection happened to be what Blaise confided in her about Draco. 

“He’s hardly sleeping anymore,” he told her one cold winter day. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He’s lost weight and he’s not talking to me. Have you heard anything?”

“No,” Y/N had told him. “Draco doesn’t particularly like me.”

♥♥♥♥

After a particularly energetic Quidditch party in December, Y/N exited the common room and decided she wanted to take a walk about the castle to clear her head.

The snow fell softly outside the window, flurrying about and blanketing the ground in a gentle pristine white. She climbed the stairs of a random tower slowly, savoring the brisk air and relishing the silence that came along with it. 

Y/N wasn’t the least bit afraid of getting reprimanded for curfew--she deserved a break, and she was nearly an adult, for Christ’s sake. There was less underage drinking outside than there was inside her current common room, so she could always pull that argument.

She prayed that the top of the tower would be one with an open side so she could be closer to the snowstorm, and as she climbed  higher, her desires seemed to be more likely. The breeze was becoming chillier by the second.

Reaching the top of the staircase, she was overjoyed to see a railing overlooking the campus. Y/N jogged up to the barrier, leaning over the edge and taking solace in the freezing air and the cold snowflakes coating her hair. 

“What’s it with you and your insistence on interrupting my alone time?”

Y/N turned to see Draco Malfoy curled up in the corner of the tower. His hair was slightly mussed from the wind and his suit crinkled from sitting down, and as Y/N drew closer to him, she came to the most shocking revelation.

His silver eyes were pools of salty liquid, rimmed red at the edges and puffier than she had ever seen them before. His cheeks were shining with dampness, doing nothing to hide the dark bags under his eyes.

Draco was crying. 

final a/n: i swear a new update will come soon! i’m sorry that it seems like i might be rushing it. i promise im gonna slow it down a little and focus on the *subtle* fluff

#draco #draco malfoy #harry potter #dramione #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #hermione granger #slughorn #hogwarts #ilvermorny #slytherin #hufflepuff #lucius malfoy #ron weasley #harry x reader

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Alchemy: Tiny Steps

Chapters: 10/45 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter Rating: T Relationships: Edward/Winry, Lan Fan/Ling, and May/Alphonse. Primary Characters: Edward Elric, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Crossover, Teacher!Edward, BrOtp Edward/Severus. Sassy beyond measure. Pro!Snape Series: Part 2 of 9. Summary: Part two of the Alchemy Series.  Politics. Either you love it, hate it or you live it. For Alchemy Teacher Edward Elric, he lives it, hates it and loves it when he gets the upper hand. Here is to another year of hell… D/C: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. Discord: La Red(Mesh Mash of… stuff.): https://discord.gg/KYjmVAb Alchemy Series: https://discord.gg/DejEYNJ

Draco watched in awe as he watched Princess Mei use her own from of Alchemy to heal Mr. Elric. He had wanted to see what the Princess had on planned for the wounded Alchemy Professor. Of course, the Malfoy wasn't going to outright ask if he could be present. From what he learned, alchemy is a secret art and knowing too much is highly dangerous. Which came to a huge surprise when Professor Elric placed his hand on his shoulder and guided Draco to the room where the supposed healing process is going to occur.

Mr. Elric laid on the floor and Draco cringed when he saw the princess pulled out several knives that had ribbons tied to each of them, and stabbed them around the eldest Elric's head. A bright light enveloped Mr. Elric as Princess Mei, from what Draco assumed, healed him.

"This is called Alkahestry, it is also called Purification Arts. It is a different sort of form of Alchemy, in terms of practice and goal." Professor Elric explained to the curious Draco Malfoy.

"How are they different?" Draco asked, not taking his eyes away from what was happening in front of him.

"It is in chapter 22 of my DRAFT!" Mr. Elric squeaked out his last word when Princess Mei poked his stomach. "I can't feel my legs!"

"Don't move."

-.-

"Tell us who and what exactly they are?"

"Who? Which ones? Depending on who will decide what my answer is." Severus nursed a glass of firewhiskey, Demon sleeping on his lap. "Keep in mind, I have no clue what their bodyguards are."

The Princess's bodyguards had made themselves scarce, the house elf had made several comments on how they sensed something wrong with them. The only times they ever made an appearance is during breakfast, lunch or dinner. Or whenever they want something from the kitchen and to check on their charges. Even their mere presence made even the Head of the Malfoy family is wary of them. For now, any questions regarding them will be put on hold.

"Who exactly are the Elric Brothers?"

"Ah… Well… Do you want the long or short version? Keep in mind I do not have all the answers that concerns them, they are… rather secretive." Severus held his glass against his forehead in an attempt to ward off any upcoming headaches. "Merlin knows it takes a lot for them to open up about anything…"

"Short version?" Lucius replied with a bewildered expression.

"They did something stupid and the end result of trying to fix a mistake is Edward no longer able to perform Alchemy."

"What did they do?"

"What they attempted to do the ultimate taboo in Alchemy, it backlashed on them and resulted to who they are today."

Lucius frowned. "Long story?"

"They're idiots." Severus deadpanned. "Irresponsible, pathetic, weak-minded and far too intelligent fools whom were tempted by the darker side of Alchemy. They defeated their demons and proceeded forward to fix their mistakes while becoming the young men whom we see today."

"That's it? Details?"

"I made the promise to not talk to anyone about this without Edward's approval."

"Don't tell me… He expected I would ask you questions?"

"Edward may act like an idiot, but he's anything but that. There are more pieces to the puzzle he keeps hidden away from the world."

"Do you believe Draco is capable of doing Alchemy?"

"…Keep in mind that the eldest Elric has no filter and does not follow proper etique-" Severus was caught off when a familiar scream ranged out throughout the manor. It was quickly followed by a not so familiar scream.

"WHY THE FUCKING FACE!"

"BIG BROTHER! BEHAVE!"

Severus took in a deep breath before he swallowed down the rest of his drink. "Keep in mind they are ambassadors…"

-.-

Edward cursed under his breath as he rubbed his face, it no longer stings but now felt numb. Mei apparently learned to cut off certain points in the body causing paralysis. At least there won't be any scaring from the magical dog bite.

The Alchemy Teacher looked over his shoulder to see Draco scanning through the chapter that went over Alkahestry and would quietly ask Alphonse questions on the topic. The young Malfoy had truly taken on learning Alchemy and now Alkahestry. Here's to hoping that his attitude's changes otherwise this will be a waste of time.

"Hoot?"

Edward looked up to see Xerxes land on top of his head and looking down at him with a questioning look. "What?"

"Hoot?"

"We're going to the Ministry tomorrow to start out with the dealings with the Magical Morrons."

"Hoot, hoot, hoot?"

"Don't remind me, we still need to get Madam Bones into office. Once she's in then it'll make dealings easier on everyone."

"Hoot."

"Ling should be coming here around two weeks. Until then we have to cover as much ground as we could."

"Hoot!"

"I don't know, the kid shows real potential… long as he stops using his family name and change in attitude on everything to everyone."

"Hoot~"

"Ugh… spoiled bird."

-.-

Madam Amelia Bones sat in her chair as she waited for everyone else that was required to attend the meeting to arrive. Kingsley Shacklebolt is standing on her left, keeping an eye out on everyone else in the room and on her right is Alastor Moody who kept muttering about the guests of honor. Said guests of honor are the Ambassadors from Amestris and Xing, a princess for the latter's country and two bodyguards.

The Elric Brothers are conversing with their bodyguards, laughing quietly at whatever the Princess of Xing giggled out. The corners of the eyes of the youngest Elric brother will crinkle whenever he looks at his fiancé, his eyes filled with hidden adoration. Some will swear his eyes had seen the horrible aspects of life. All of that will go away whenever he catches the eye of his fiancé. It was a lovely sight, it reminded Bones of her later brother and sister-in-law. Young love… She already had a received an invitation to their wedding that was set in a few short years.

"I still don't trust them." Moody growled under his breath, keep both eyes on the foreign Ambassadors. "Something doesn't feel right about them."

"Come now, Alastor." Shacklebolt attempted to get the Auror to stop growling at their guest. This was just an informal meeting, to get the ball rolling to where everything stands. The official meeting will occur once Minister is selected. Amestris and Xing had made it known they will not fully agree onto anything as there is a fear the new minister will attempt to change everything that was set. "There is nothing to fear about them."

"Long as you do not threaten, lie, deceive or use them for our own gain, then there is nothing to fear. If it does occur, run. Their bark is equal to their bite." Bones reached over and picked up a cup of hot tea that was set for her. "They do not even require Alchemy or Magic to hurt someone. Let's not even start with what they will do politically against us."

"You make it sound like you would prefer a head on war against them." Moody growled under his breath, not liking on how Bones is reacting towards their supposed guests.

"They are trying to prevent an upcoming war and changing our views of the world along with theirs." Bones murmured into her tea, shooting Moody a warning glare. "They are allies and I expect you to treat them as such."

"They made rather close friends with the Malfoys…"

"They are staying in their residence for the remainder of the summer."

"Why couldn't they stay elsewhere? Why there?"

"Politics."

"Bah!"

-.-

"We will not finalize anything until the whoever becomes Minister, becomes the new Minister." Edward shrugged with a loud yawn, ignoring his brother's hidden sigh of defeat. What? Who can blame him, politics are not his thing. "Last thing we need is the new person in charge changes everything once they are appointed. I have seen it happen… it sucks."

"What my brother is trying to say is… we will continue on with the negotiations until we could all agree to one thing or another, without the fear of someone changing everything for their own gain after everything is supposedly said and done."

"Blah, blah, blah! We all know that the majority of everyone I have come across are not happy at the fact I am a… muggle…" Edward face scrunched up in disgust at the face he used the one word he hated ever since he first heard it. He picked up his own cup of tea and took a huge mouthful of it; face scrunching up at the taste. There was something very off about his tea. Something very off. "Along with the face Amestris is a giant black hole for magic. No magic and everyone starts freaking out! Don't even get me started with politics there and here!"

"…Again… I apologize for my brother's behavior. He's just cranky, I put milk in his tea when he wasn't watching."

"YOU ARE THE REASON IT TASTES LIKE SHIT!"

"Oh hush, you need the calcium. Truth's knows you're going to need a tough skull to deal with the Wrench of Doom." Alphonse whispered out the last part just loud enough for his brother, fiancé, and bodyguards to hear. The latter three giggled under their breaths knowing the owner of the Wrench of Doom and how Edward shrank onto himself. "What's wrong with you?"

"Sorry, this place gives off an off-putting aura. Like the one in Hogwarts, but worse." Edward apologized, expression tense and almost pained that bordered annoyance. It was strange, not once has he ever felt it this powerful whenever he visited the Ministry. It's almost like someone… amp up the anit-muggle charms… Great. That would be the only explanation, it came out of nowhere. It happened before that nincompoop Cornelius, pink toad monstrosity Dolores and the remaining followers they have. That toad has been smiling at him since the moment she entered the meeting room. "Ugh… I need an apple pie."

"Hem hem, is everything alright, Mr. Elric?" Dolores Umbridge smiled widely at the eldest Elric brother.

"I'm quite fine, thank you for asking." Alphonse smiled at the woman, ensuring that Edward will not start a dispute with the woman. His own smile only grew at seeing the woman in pink smile twitch in anger before it quickly disappeared. "Big brother is just being big brother. We had to cancel several previously arranged engagements to attend this meeting."

"I apologize for inconveniencing you all…"

"If we are going to blame anyone, it would be our superiors, all of you…then ourselves." Edward grumbled under his breath as he sniffed his tea with disdain. "Can we take a break? I want to make myself a cup of tea without any outside inference."

-.-

"You gave us extra time to figure what to say to them about the supposed finalization of the peace treaty. Now we have time to change their focus or figure something else." Alphonse spoke quietly to his brother, fiancé and bodyguards. They were given a room to temporarily rest or to get a bite of food, as there is a cart filled with foods and random drinks. "Ed?"

"Hm? What? I actually wanted to make myself a new cup of tea. Screw the meeting, Madam Bones understands our position and isn't pushing forward to sign immediately. It's late early August, she won't become Minister until late September. Don't start with the possibility of that idiotic Conry Fudge on winning that hat. We gained the last needed ally to secure that position for her." Edward leaned against the wall in the room as he took sips of his tea. "You have put it bluntly to them that we are not going to sign anytime soon. I know how these people think and react. I got word that FUCKING TOAD," Edward threw his cup across the room, his expression filled with tension, "Raised up the wards against non-magical humans!"

Everyone else in the room had mixed emotions on Edward's outburst. Normally this sort of thing was out of character, however considering how he is describing the ward that is out against him and how his behavior is getting worse by the hour… not much of a surprise. Shock? Maybe. Resilient would be a word to describe Edward, but everyone has a breaking point and the pressure around him along with the meeting mixed together was not a good combo.

"She has it against me for the fucking fact I'm a muggle! A muggle!"

"Is anyone going to lower the wards?" Mei asked worriedly, she had sensed a presence that seemed to surround the entire building. It wasn't affecting her as it was affecting Edward, knowing the guy as long as she does, it worries her. Doesn't help how affected Alphonse is, should he continue to apologize for his Brother's behavior, even if it's not even his own fault? They wanted a rise out of the eldest Elric Brother, and it appears they got one.

"Bah, I'm not going to give them the satisfaction. If they want war, they are going to get one!"

"Please don't start a war…"

#Alchemy Series #Tiny Steps #HP #FMA #FMAB #Hp/FMAB #HP/FMA #Crossover #Au #Pro!Snape #fanfic

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Draco Malfoy: THE START

Warning(s): Smut, cussing

A/N: Hey everyone this is a chapter from a book I created on wattpad called, ‘HEIR’, this is a brief summary of what it’s about.

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Your family made a contract with the Malfoy’s that you’ll carry the Malfoy Heir during your sixth year at Hogwarts.

You see the Malfoy’s and your family, knew their was a war heading their way. Your family along with the Malfoy’s became worried, they both needed an heir to keep continuing their bloodline for precautions. That’s when they both made a contract, the both families were pleased with each other. They met each other’s requirements.

It was just the time to tell you and Draco Malfoy what was going on.

The one thing is during harsh times it’s quite dangerous to conceive a child due to blackmail or the possibility of wanting to murder the child, yet the Malfoy’s nor the L/N’s will be in harms way when protecting themselves.

Except for you.

-

“That looks good on you.”

-

   It was Thursday and you and Draco didn’t do coitus. You didn’t want to be touched at all. You were trying to curve any interaction till later. Draco understood your decision, as he was trying to avoid having intercourse with a close friend of his. And for you it seems that Max hasn’t owled you yet.

*knock, knock*

“Who is it?” You asked. “Narcissa, dearie.” Narcissa answered through the door.

“Come in.” You put on a false cheery voice. “I made tea. How is it going so far?” Narcissa asked.

“It’s going swell? Mrs. Malfoy.” You tilt your head.

Of course this was not swell or even OK at all, this is just as awful or even worst than an arranged marriage. You had the best life you could ever ask for, you had Max, friends, Hogwarts, and your life in a steady lane, and it just crashed.

“You sound off. What is it? Have you and Draco done it?” Narcissa questioned.

You didn’t want to lie to Narcissa though. You weren’t that type of person to her. She’s genuinely cared for you since you were little along with your mom and Dad, but that’s long gone.

“No.” You sigh.

“I understand why you haven’t. It’s odd. But you’re mother is going to ask me if you two did and I can’t lie to her because I’m a terrible lier.” Narcissa heartwarmingly said.

“It’s difficult you know. Trying to gain attraction for one and another we are friends and it’s s-so confusing.” You grab the cup of tea and sip on the warm drink.

“You have three days, I won’t scold you, but I can’t ensure your parents won’t. And please call me Narcissa.” Narcissa left closing the door to Draco’s room.

You immediately discarded the tea and went to the window waiting for your friends owl to arrive, instead you saw a different one flying to you with a rectangular box.

You squinted your eyes to see who’s owl it was, “Omera!”

It was your parent’s owl. “Fuck.” You whisper. The owl dropped off the present and flew away carefully opened the box. Their was a note in the box.

‘For the future.

- your mom’

You removed it’s paper wrapping and found to your surprise, lingerie. “She really wants this to happen. Bitch.” You scowl. You breathe gently trying to control your any form of crying and looking distraught, “Three days.”

“Three days till what?” You heard Draco speak. You quickly close the box and turn around to Draco, wiping your eyes harshly.

“Not much. A friends birthday.” You lie.

“OK. Well I was going to ask if you wanted to join me for a walk?” Draco interrogated.

“Sure. Let me get ready.” You smile.

“I’ll be outside.” Draco gleamed.

You grabbed jeans with a shirt and a cardigan, along with the box your mom gave you. You undressed yourself completely, and whispered to yourself, “You can do this.” “You can.”

You put on the dark green lingerie and put your pants and shirt and cardigan over it. It felt weird and you felt so exposed, as if people were watching you with just the lingerie on. You went downstairs to see Lucius Malfoy staring at you with a sort of glare as it looked.

You grin at him, “I’m going out for a walk with Draco, see you later Mister Malfoy.” You walked away from Lucius heading towards their door.

“Miss L/N.”

“Yes.” You gulped, turning around facing Draco’s father once more.

“Call Draco and come over here.” Lucius ordered. “Yes, sir.” You went over and saw Draco, you called Draco with a quivering voice.

“What’s wrong?” Draco whispered.

“Your dad asked me to call you over. What will we say when he asks us the question?” You worry.

“I’ll do the talking.” Draco said.

He grabbed your wrist and lead you back into the manor. His father grinned, “How are you two doing?”

Draco intertwined his hand with yours, “Fine, father. We’re just going to go out for a walk.”

You felt your palms get sweaty, “Take care of her Draco. We haven’t tested for anything, yet. We already explained to you that she needs extra care for. You should also take care of yourself Miss L/N.” Lucius stood up. “Yes, Mr. Malfoy.” You replied.

“On you two go.” Lucius dismissed you two.

You and Draco walked out and stared at each other. “Are you OK?” Draco asked.

“Since when am I ever OK? Draco, we have to do it, they’ll force us either way or make us happen. Draco if we do this, we have to understand each other and communicate more, I don’t want to spend my summer with uncomfortable sex.” You admit.

“I know.” Draco ran his hand through his blonde hair.

“Would we even be friends after this or is this-,” You pause. “I speak too much. I apologize.” You unlock your hand from his, wiping it on your shirt.

-

“Don’t you dare, Draco!” You laugh. Trying to run away from Draco. “I swear Draco Lu-,”

“Stop! Stop please!” You giggle, Draco cornered you started to tickle you.

“I. Can’t. Breathe!” You pant.

“OK. OK. I’ll stop.” Draco let you free.

“You slimy git.” You gaze into his eyes. He stared right back at you.

You grabbed the back of his head and kissed his plump pink lips. Draco’s eyes widened then fluttered closed, his hands traced your curves. Gripping your waist tightly as you pulled his blonde tuffs of hair.

Draco pulled away, “Jump.”

You complied, jumping, Draco grabbed your butt and held you there while you wrapped your legs around him. You continued to make out with him, moaning in the process. You moved your hips making Draco groan.

“Public sex is too far fetched right.” You whispered in his ear, trailing kisses and nips down his neck.

“You’re r-right.” Draco stuttered.

-

It seemed that all the world around you was different. That you and Draco were something more than friends. You discarded your cardigans and he forgot all about his shirt. It happened so abruptly, you knew this wasn’t the cause of a spell or potion. This was the cause of what was set up, it felt sadistic to do this just for the sake of your parents and his. You both had to do this either way so you made the first move.

Draco carried you to his bed and dropped you there. He started to take of his pants, pulling down your jeans. Noticing one part of your lingerie, you sat up and took your shirt off revealing your undergarments.

Draco looked at you up and down, “That looks good on you.”

You blush, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Draco smiled.

Draco pushed back his lips on yours passionately, you pulled yourself closer to him. Rubbing yourself against his hard on. “Oh Merlin.” Draco groaned.

You swiped your tongue across his lips, he opened his lips, your tongue quickly mixed with his. Your fluids joining together. You pulled back for a breathe of air, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Draco’s lips attacked your neck, you tiled your head to expose your neck more. You’ve never done this before, but it feels magical.

Draco’s hands went to your back unclipping the lingeries bra.

“Natural.” You mumbled. Draco smirked against your skin. You pushed him away and pulled away the lingeries top. Draco’s eyes widened.

“Never seen these before?” You smugly grin, cupping your breasts.

“No.” Draco gulped.

You stood up and walked over to Draco, “Well I’ve never seen this before either.” You palm him through his boxers. “Shit.” Draco moaned.

Draco pushed you back onto the bed with lustful eyes. He took off the final piece of the lingerie, kissing your breasts while your eyes were closed. Your mind processed the information and your eyes then shot open.

“Draco.” You called out to him.

He looked up, “Yes, do you want to stop? It’s OK-,”

“No, I’m just this is my first time, can you please be gentle.” You bite your lip.

“Of course, it’s mine too. My first time.” Draco muttered the end.

You sat up and pulled down his boxers releasing his aching member. “Oh shit.” You mumbled. It was a good six or seven inches long and perhaps about two inches thick. You rubbed it up and down, looking up at Draco’s face, his hair disheveled, eyes shut close, incoherent words coming out of his lips.

“Do you want to do this?” You questioned Draco, pulling your hand away. Draco gazed down at you, “Yes.”

Draco went to your lips and lightly kissed them. You laid back down, waiting for Draco to enter himself in you. “Are you sure Y/N?” Draco asked you. “Yes, Draco.” You gripped the bedsheets waiting for the pain.

Draco inserted his tip inside you and that was enough pain.

“Oh god.” You whimpered.

“I’m sorry, I can stop if I’m hurting you too much.” Draco touched your cheek.

“K-Keep going.” You stuttered.

Draco pushed himself two more inches inside you. Tears began to form on your eyes. Your breathing began to hitch. Draco pushed three inches in you this time, you grabbed the bed sheets tightly tears rolling down your eyes finally. Your breathes becoming abrupt.

Draco kissed the tears on your cheeks. He inserted the last of himself in you and rested in you waiting for your approval to move. “Tell me when to move.” Draco said.

You stayed there for what it seemed forever. “Move.” You closed your eyes.

Draco began to move in and out slowly. Your hands grabbed his biceps instead of the sheets. You exposed your E/C eyes to Draco’s blue-grey eyes. “Mhm.” You moan. You tugged at his hair, making him moan. “I’m not going to be able to control myself if you keep doing that.” Draco mumbled.

You kept tugging at his hair, Draco growled and began to move faster making you squeal. “Oh yes.” You gripped onto him harder, placing your hands to his pale back. Draco’s hair fell on his forehead due to the sheet of sweat plastered on his face. “You feel tight.” Draco grunted.

“Faster.” You scratched his back, leaving bright red marks on his back.

Draco increased his speed, holding your waist, surely to leave bruises, but you didn’t mind the least it felt so good being pleasured. Draco pulled all seven inches of himself and thrusted all of it right back into you. “Ah!” You scream. Draco lost himself and thrusted harder with a quicker pace. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Don’t stop.” You whispered.

Draco dipped down to kiss you, you kissed him back roughly, moaning against his lips. “Hmm.” Draco moaned. Draco’s thrusts became uneven and messy, you started to move your hips making the rhythm more of a wild, hot mess. You felt a new sensation build up in the pit of your stomach. You pulled your hands away from Draco and back to the bed sheets.

Draco groaned, “I think I’m about to-,” he didn’t finish his sentence being to caught up in the moment.

“Me too.” You panted.

“I’m gonna cum.” You arched your back feeling your end coming.

“Oh Draco!” You shouted loudly enough for the whole manor to hear, you shut your eyes closed and covered your mouth as another moan came up your throat.

Draco felt your walls tighten, making him cum, “Argh!”

Draco snapped his hips deep inside you, releasing his load into you. You felt him twitch and twitch with a sudden feeling of more fullness.

Draco and you rode out your highs, Draco stayed inside you not wanting to lose the sensation of you. You opened your eyes and removed your hand from your mouth, and panted a bead of sweat on your forehead. You and Draco gazed into each other’s eyes. It was odd to you. You saw the signature platinum blonde hair with blue-grey Draco in front of you, but you blinked once and saw dirty blonde hair and brown eyes with facial features that are of Max’s.

You blinked again and saw Draco. You pulled him in for one last kiss and pulled away. Draco released himself from you and laid beside you.

You felt one of Draco’s arm hug you, you turned to face him and buried your face in his chest, your eyes fluttering close into a deep sleep. Draco played with your hair till he fell asleep with his arm still wrapped around you.

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