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atypicalamortentia · 9 months

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The Proposition || Lucius Malfoy

Synopsis - You're staying at Malfoy Manor one night when an unexpected guests enters your room with a proposition.

Warnings - NSFW.

Note - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 2.1k.

[Caffeinate Me]

You had been Draco’s best friend since second year at Hogwarts. He was unbearable to some, but not to you. In fact, Draco was in love with you, had been for some time, but you were interested in someone else. Someone much older than you:

Lucius Malfoy.

There was something about the platinum blonde man that had your heart racing and thighs clenching at the same time. You found yourself daydreaming about Lucius often, especially when you were over at Malfoy Manor. You would catch glimpses of him from the corner of your eye only to find he would be watching you intensely as he sipped on his wine. You would blush intensely and look at Draco immediately, engaging in a conversation about something that you didn’t even care about. Lucius would grin at your reaction behind his glass and continue watching as you shuffled uncomfortably under his gaze. He knew what you felt, and he felt it too.

Tonight you were staying over at Malfoy Manor in one of their many spare rooms. This wasn’t the first time you had stayed the night, but it was the first night that anything of this nature had happened. It was one in the morning and you found your eyes fluttering open to the sound of the bedroom door creaking open. You sat up, rubbing your eyes, and peered into the darkness. “Draco?” You asked sleepily, squinting your eyes in an attempt to make out the figure standing by the door.

“Were you expecting Draco?” Lucius smirked cockily, closing the door quietly behind him as he stepped into the large room. Your eyes widened slightly upon hearing the man's voice.

“Mr Malfoy,” you gasped as your heart began to hammer against your chest.

“Oh please, call me Lucius,” he tutted, stalking over to you slowly. Lucius could just about make out the outline of your small form in the large bed, swimming in the covers. What was he thinking? His wife and son were down the hall!

“Okay… Lucius,” you breathed out, raising an eyebrow as the man sat on the end of the bed. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you with a proposition,” he purred, dragging the tips of his fingers along the deep green silk covers on the bed.

“A proposition?” You asked. Curiosity ran through your blood as you watched him move closer to you on the bed.

“Yes, a proposition,” he whispered lowly, fingers trailing up the sheets to your feet.

“What’s the proposition, Lucius?” You asked quietly. You didn’t know whether to be flustered, embarrassed or irritated.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking,” Lucius started. You felt your face getting hot at his words and you were thankful that the darkness covered your face so he couldn’t see your blush. “I propose that we both stop dancing around the matter and get down to it.”

“Am I dreaming?” You muttered to yourself only for Lucius to chuckle and shake his head.

“No sweetheart,” he cooed, hand trailing up your covered legs slowly. “You’re not dreaming.” You shivered as Lucius’ hand smoothed over the duvet that was covering your legs. Your mind was racing with many thoughts as his hand continued to trail up your legs, resting on your thigh. He squeezed lightly and a soft moan threatened to spill from your lips. “So… What do you say?” Lucius asked.

“T-To what?” You replied.

“Do you want me to fuck you, little one?” He asked, eyes boring into your own throughout the darkness. His eyes shone with mischief as he spoke. You didn’t use your words to reply, you were too scared too, instead you just nodded slowly making sure this wasn’t some sort of cruel prank. As soon as Lucius saw your nod, he pounced. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. His cock twitched in his pants as he pressed his lips to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the soft flesh that covered your jugular vein, excited for what was to come. You let out a soft whimper as Lucius continued to suck at your throat, leaving love bites that would be highly noticeable come morning. His hands trailed your body over the covers desperately, squeezing every inch of you under his long, heavily ringed fingers. “Ah you’re so beautiful,” he growled against your neck.

“Mhm,” you whimpered, unsure of what to say.

Lucius was continuing to suck on your throat as his hand pushed down the covers, exposing your pyjama covered body to the cool air of the room. You squirmed lightly as his hand made its way down your pants, ripping them off with a desperation you had never seen before. “So perfect,” Lucius mumbled as he looked down to see your panties beautifully on display for him. He licked his lips as he moved away from your neck, sitting up on his knees and taking in the full extent of your beauty. “You sure you want this, baby?”

“Oh Gods yes,” you moaned, spreading your legs for the man in front of you.

Lucius’ eyes widened as you opened your legs and they focused on the slight damp spot on your underwear. “My my, someone’s excited,” Lucius muttered as his hand dipped into the waistband of your panties. He pulled them down slowly, sucking in a deep breath as your cunt became exposed to him. You were glistening, folds positively soaking for the older man.

“Don’t tease me,” you whimpered.

Lucius slicked a finger up your folds teasingly causing you to shiver lightly. It had been a while since anyone had touched you like this. “I’ll tease you all I want, little one,” he murmured. “Been waiting so long for this.”

“Huh?” You asked through half-lidded eyes. You couldn’t believe that this was really happening.

“You heard me,” Lucius grinned as he plunged a finger into your core. You let out a moan which you muffled with your hand, biting at the skin. “I’ve been waiting months for you to come to me, little one.” Lucius curled his finger inside of you, hitting that sweet spot inside of you before inserting an extra finger. You bit at your hand again and allowed your head to drop back into the fluffy pillows behind you, eyes rolling back into your head as Lucius began to finger fuck you slowly. His fingers were long and thick, slipping in and out of you easily. “Gods you’re so tight,” he growled. “I can’t wait to put my cock in your tight little hole.”

You blushed furiously at Lucius’s words but your eyes scrunched shut as he continued to work his fingers in and out of you. Moans and whimpers were slipping from your lips as you grasped the sheets below. You bucked your hips up in a futile attempt to force Lucius’s fingers deeper into you, but he just retracted them with a cocky grin. “No!” You cried out, opening your eyes widely.

“What's wrong, pet?” Lucius smirked. His eyes were full of mischief as he brought his fingers up to your lips. “Suck.” You nodded slowly and opened your mouth, taking his fingers into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his digits, savouring the taste of your pussy on his fingers. Your face was flushed from embarrassment as he continued to force his fingers further down into your throat causing you to gag slightly. “Good girl,” he purred.

“Mr Malfoy I-” You started

“Please, darling, call me Lucius,” he smiled, pulling his fingers out of your mouth with a slight pop.

“Lucius,” you breathed heavily, panting slightly as he quickly unbuckled his trousers. You could barely make him out in the dark room.

You attempted to turn the bedside lamp on, shuffling slightly to the side and reaching a hand out to reach the string. “Don’t,” came his gruff voice.

“But I want to see you,” you whimpered lightly.

The platinum blonde haired male simply just shook his head and climbed on top of you, immediately pressing hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck. He grasped the base of his cock and slipped it between your wet folds, lubricating himself with your juices. Without warning, he slammed himself inside of you and immediately began to thrust his hips into yours. Lucius didn’t even give you a moment to adjust to his length. You let out a cry, which was muffled by his hand over your mouth. “Shh pretty,” Lucius whispered into your ear. “We don’t want Narcissa or Draco to hear you now, would we?” He grinned. Your stomach turned slightly at the mention of his wife and your best friend but you were too overwhelmed by both pain and pleasure to really think about what would happen if they were to catch you. Lucius was rough, his hips were thrusting at a relentless pace and you had tears pooling in the corner of your eyes. You were desperate to make some noise, to cry out in pleasure as he continued to fuck into you but with his hand over your mouth all you could do was make muffled whimpers.

“Please,” you muffled. “Harder.”

“Harder?” Lucius replied with a smirk, his eyebrow raised. Alas, he obliged to your request and removed his hand from your mouth, pushing himself into you at a harsher pace. Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head, mouth hung open into an ‘o’ shape as pathetic whimpers left your lips. Lucius’ hands were stationed on either side of your head as he fucked you, his head resting on your shoulder and nipping at your throat lightly to muffle his own moans and groans. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long,” he whispered against your neck. “You drive me crazy, you know?”

“I-I do?” You managed to squeak out. You opened your eyes as he began shifting over you, long blonde hair falling in front of your face as he continued rutting into you.

“Fuck, yes you do,” he growled. His movements were rapid now and had you on the edge of your orgasm. Your fingers flew down to circle your clit, desperate to push yourself over the edge as Lucius stuffed you full of his cock. You wanted to cry out as your orgasm washed over you but bit your lip and let out a muffled moan instead, your legs began to shake from the sheer intensity and your eyes began to see white spots.

“Oh Gods,” you whimpered softly as your eyes rolled back into your head yet again. Then your body went limp.

“Gonna fill you up pretty baby,” Lucius whispered into your ear as he continued to thrust into you. His words sent shivers down your body as he continued to talk to you in a seductive voice. “Gonna fill you up with my cum so good.”

“Yes, please,” you cried out. Your hands made their way back around his neck to steady yourself as he continued to fuck you harder, chasing his own orgasm.

With a few more staggered thrusts, Lucius was spilling hot thick ropes of cum into you. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned as his hips continued to smash against yours for the final time. Lucius stayed on top of you for a few minutes panting down your ear and whispering sweet words. “You felt so good Y/N. So fucking good.” You were rendered speechless and were only able to nod your head. You couldn’t believe that this had happened. Without warning, Lucius slipped out of you and rolled next to you onto the bed, his cum trickling down your wet thigh slightly.

“Oh my Gods,” you whispered, more so to yourself than to Lucius but he heard it nonetheless.

“Are you okay?” He asked, standing up and tugging his trousers back around his waist.

“I’m fine,” you replied, nodding your head yet again. “Certainly didn’t expect this tonight.” You found yourself chuckling.

“Neither did I but here we are,” Lucius mumbled. He bent down to give you a kiss on the forehead. “Until next time, little one.” And with that, he left the room leaving you alone once more.

You lay staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours as you tried to process what happened. You had just had sex with Lucius Malfoy. Your best friend's father. You sighed as you tugged on your pyjama pants and laid back down in the large bed, your chest rising and falling with each breath. You had no idea what the future would hold, if anything, but what you did know is that this would be a night you definitely wouldn’t forget.

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lafleshlumpeater · 4 months

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imjustagirlinthisworlddd · 4 months

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I'M SO HAPPYY YOU OPENED REQUESTS !! can you do a draco malfoy x reader scenarios? something like 'draco malfoy who would carry you when your sleepy'

something like that pleaseee, thankyou love <3

hiii and yes ofcourse! enjoy reading!! <3

draco malfoy who would nervously ask you to go to the yule ball with him. draco malfoy who almost tripped on the stairs when he sees you in a white dress at the yule ball. draco malfoy who believes he's the only human being on earth that's allowed to insult you (he secretly loves you). draco malfoy who told crabbe and goyle to punch him a little on purpose because madam pomfrey won't let him see you unless he's also injured. draco malfoy who covers his whole face whenever you fluster him. draco malfoy that thinks of your laugh is angelic. draco malfoy that get's irritated when you laugh with someone else. draco malfoy who holds your chin between his thumb and index finger when he wants your attention. draco malfoy who would ask you if you just want to vent or if you want advice from him or even both, instead of making assumptions. draco malfoy who blushes at the tips of his ears every time you smile at him. draco malfoy who gifts you something because you mention liking it once. draco malfoy who lie his body on you when he's upset, his head on your stomach and his body between your legs as you drag your fingers along his blonde hair. draco malfoy who always need to have you close enough to touch you. draco malfoy who would cuddle up to you for hours. draco malfoy who would hold your hands in public. draco malfoy who can't sleep in his bed without you in his arms. draco malfoy who prefers kisses against your forehead rather than lip kisses when you're both cuddling. draco malfoy who keeps a box full of everything you give him even if it's the stupidest thing you've ever give to him. draco malfoy who admires you when your sleeping in his arms and pecks your cheek lightly before he sleeps. draco malfoy who carries you over his shoulder and refuses to put you down anytime you try to sleep on a different bed after you both argued.

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ashdreams2023 · 4 months

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Hi! Am new here, when you have the time, can you write lucius malfoy x crybaby housewife, like shes very sensitive and overthinks about making him upset but in reality lucius finds her little actions and mannurisms cute and lovable? (Ik its very specific and i have horrible grammar)

Been a hot minute since I wrote for hp thanks for the ask!

Lucius Malfoy x crybaby housewife (sensitive)

First off this marriage was arranged so you got that going on

He can tell immediately that you feel extremely nervous and just want to make everybody proud and don’t want to upset him

He finds in endearing

"Beautiful beautiful girl relax, it’s only a few days in France, I will be back in one piece"

You worry too much it makes him worried

Sends you lots of gifts, like what’s your favorite Candy that makes your face eyes light up with excitement?

You will find boxes delivered to the house till you’re sick of it

Doesn’t like to see your tears but understands how overwhelming it may be to try to contain all your emotions

Tries to never raise his voice at you even if he’s not in the brightest of moods

Your little acts of kindness to him do leave him breathless at times though

"What do you mean you fed the peacocks and picked all the fallen feathers to make pillows?!"

"I knew you’ll hate I’m so sorry-" "No! I love it!"

He really likes to spoil you, so expect things like taking a day or two off from work to just spend extra time with when he notices you’ve been a little gloomy all alone at home

Goodness even the house elves have to make sure you don’t overwhelm yourself when something doesn’t go as planned

If you remember the small things about him, the things no one really pays attention too, then he’s all yours and no one can say otherwise

Makes sure to spend birthdays together, no matter how busy he is

"You don’t have to do this, what about work and-" "stop hurting your pretty little head with such nonsense"

Actually tries to be decent to the house elves just because they seem to be the only company you have

One time you tried to surprise him at work and he just couldn’t let you leave because in his own words "you came all this way to surprise and you expect me to let you go away this easily my dear?"

The way you smile when he comes back to the mansion, it just lights up his entire day, no matter how shitty is was

Absolutely adores your antics and takes pride in seeing you being the center of attention

"Am i making a good impression?"

"You’re perfection it self"

#lucius malfoy x y/n #lucius malfoy fanfiction #lucius malfoy x you #lucius malfoy x reader #imagine #lucius malfoy #harry potter oneshot #harry potter requests #lucius my beloved

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mrsriddlenott · 6 months

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Mistakes

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fighting,Break Up, minor Fluff,

*Implied Gryffindor!Reader but barley*

Draco Malfoy was anything but a good person. He’d pick fights for no reason, he’d hex people he didn’t like, he’d bully younger students, anything to ignore what was happening around him. He didn’t see a reason to stop until he met you. Draco had absolutely no idea how he missed you for so long, you were there, right behind the Golden Trio the whole time. From the second he heard your voice it was like the curtains of a dingy old manor were thrown open to engulf him in summer warmth.

You were scolding him for how he spoke to Harry and all he could hear was the way his name fell from your lips. Those eyes looking up to him like he was the worst person imaginable was the only thing that could spark a change in the Slytherin Prince. And to your surprise, he actually was changing. He’d learned to ignore things he didn’t like instead of taking control of them as his focus veered toward winning your heart. Eventually the castle slowly became accustomed to peaceful walks in the corridors instead of pranks and hazing as Draco began to realize life wasn’t just about him, everyone was going through something. Including you, which was all he cared about now.

Even though there were times when he’d pick a fight or cast a spell at someone, you always understood that he was trying, that he made mistakes. And he absolutely couldn’t believe it when you finally said yes to his advances, in his eyes, everything he did was a mistake until you said yes to that Hogsmeade date.

But today he had a reason and a good one at that. He’d overheard a Slytherin 4th year talking about your body and what he’d do to you, whether you wanted him to or not. So he of course took it upon himself to teach the twat a lesson, at first he was just gonna scare him with a few choice words but when the boy didn’t back down on his threats, instead doubling down with his obscene comments, Draco decided his fists could do the talking. You however, only saw the tail end as you left for the great hall. Seeing your 7th year boyfriend, who was practically an adult, manhandle and abuse someone who was basically a child, made you sick to your stomach.

You of course didn’t know his reasoning and as you yelled in his face for everyone to hear that you were done cleaning up after him, Draco Malfoy’s heart of stone, shattered into pieces. His whole life for the past year was built on the promise of you being there, and he was going to do anything in his power to get that back.

Saturday morning you woke up to your favorite flowers on your nightstand, “Please let me explain,” written in loopy letters on a paper crane beside them. You threw off your blanket, slipped on your slippers and grabbed them both, the sun had barley risen and the castle was eerily silent as your slippers scraped along the path to the Slytherin common room. As you stared up at your boyfrie- ex boyfriend’s door, you contemplated just crashing in to kiss him, hug him, just talk to him, but that feeling in your stomach from yesterday never left. You let the flowers and note fall to your feet at his door, quickly rushing back to your dorm to cry before he could see you out here.

The next morning was harder to resist, the alluring smell of your favorite sweets filling your nostrils as you woke. Groggily you wiped at your eyes, grabbing at the origami with loopy writing again, “I promise I wasn’t being a git.” was scratched across it this time, making the images of his fight flash in your brain. The thought of him beating on random kids without your knowledge gnawed at you. You’d only ever seen him fight 6th and 7th years, some of them were entirely deserving of it but most of them just happened to exist on one of his bad days. Your brain was trying to understand why, but nothing you came up with warranted beating up a 14 year old boy. So again you made your way to his dorm, determined to stop this.

Your knuckles raked at the wood of his door, shoving your way through as soon as it cracked open. “Okay Draco, I know why you’re breaking in to leave me presents but it needs”your sentence caught in your throat as you took in his dirtied room. He was always so clean, never a sweater on his floor, but now pieces of paper, ink and clothes scattered his floor like pixies came through it.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t had a chance to clean up, I’ve been focused on your gifts,” He sighed, he had bags under his eyes like he hadn’t been sleeping, his hair was disheveled and his school clothes were still on. You eyed him as he watched you, the room going so quiet that the silence became a sound of it’s own as you both waited for the other.

“I need to explain,” Draco suddenly spoke, ushering you to his unmade bed, “I promise you I wasn’t just being a bully I-“

“Draco I didn’t come here for an excuse I came here to en-“ You tired to finish your sentence but couldn’t form the words, watching as his eyes left yours to swivel around his room, a telltale sign he was trying not to cry.

“Please, it’s not an excuse. I need to tell you my reasoning and then you can decide to leave me if that’s still what you want. I just- I’m not gonna sit back and watch you leave, we’re the only thing I’ve done correctly and I’m gonna fight for you okay?” Draco knew he was a disappointment, he knew he failed his father, his aunt, his friends, but every time he looked back on his dark days, all he saw was you by his side through it all, you helping him come to the right side, you teaching him to control his anger, you.

“He was talking about you,” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he spoke, “your legs, your waist, what he wanted to do with them.” His throat bobbed as he looked to you, you felt worse than before, bile rising up your throat as Draco continued, “I told him to stop talking, he didn’t, so I warned him, said that if I heard your name from his mouth again I’d beat his ass. He said he could say what he wanted because you’re an adult and he’s a child so he kept on with his friends and I think you know the rest.”

The room was tense with silence, your stomach turned in anxiety, you didn’t know boys that young thought that way, you assumed he was the victim. You felt stupid and naive for wanting to protect a boy who would gladly hurt you if given the chance. You threw yourself into Draco’s arms as tears grew on your lashes.

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I’ve got some smut writers block right now and can’t think of any scenarios, if anyone has any prompts I’d be so very happy to see them!!!!

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bluemerakis · 5 months

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✐ᝰ bluemerakis

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❝ white-haired devil ❞

⤷ Word count: 5.6k

!! 18+ ONLY !!

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WARNINGS:

Swearing, smut, power imbalance, mild sexual degradation/sadism, sexual "toy" use, choking, masturbation, fingering, gagging

‼️ DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THE ABOVE-MENTIONED WARNINGS ‼️

SYNOPSIS:

You always knew you'd marry one day—not in the way that every little girl dreams of, but because the knowledge of who you'd be marrying had been held over your head like a dark storm cloud since you were little.

When you'd been invited to dine at Malfoy manor with Abraxas and his son—your groom to be—Lucius, the reality became dauntingly real. But you never would have thought you'd find a euphoria of pleasure in your hatred for the white-haired devil himself.

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The entire foundation of our existence is built on one concept: an animalistic hierarchy.

The rich and the powerful are the predators. With their gold, status and excessive self-interest, they hunt the down the poor, the powerless and the insignificant. They close in on them until submission is the only acceptable choice. The magic world is no different. You came to understand that the moment you discovered that you had been betrothed to Lucius—pain-in-your-ass—Malfoy.

Arranged marriages were not uncommon, especially within pure-blooded families that wanted to maintain the importance of their self-forged status.

But this time was different.

Your groom-to-be, Lucius—cunt—Malfoy, is the son of a powerful witch and wizard. Your parents are renowned magic-folk, too, but here's where the circumstances differ: where Malfoy is a pure-blooded wizard, you're only a measly squib. That's right—the laughing stock of the magic world.

If it had been up to you, the Malfoys would have only existed in your nightmares. But you had not had much of a say in the final forge of the matter because you had not even been born yet.

You had only just turned six when you had met Lucius—and god did you hate him. Even at the tender age of eleven, Lucius was the biggest pain in the ass you had ever met. You had never wished a day to go by quicker than that very afternoon. When it was finally time for them to leave, you were more than happy to bid farewell. But everything had gone downhill pretty fast when your father and Abraxas Malfoy had herded you and Lucius into the same room to deliver the horrid news. Lucius had immediately objected and for once you found yourself agreeing with him. But neither father would have it. The deal was long done.

Even now—sixteen years later—you grew glum about the matter at least five times a day. You'd often find yourself mimicking a curse on your father for screwing up your life this way. You did it right in this moment as you watched the back of his head swivel to and fro in his attempt to navigate the winding hallways of Malfoy manor.

He ought to appreciate that I'm a squib, you thought defiantly, else he'd have had tentacles for legs right about now.

You balled your hands into miserable fists. You didn't know if they were trembling with anger, or anxiousness, but you weren't going to have your first impression after all these years be comparable to a sheep on death row.

The Malfoys had extended a dinner invitation as a pre-wedding icebreaker, though you hadn't had much of an appetite to begin with. Your stomach turned each time you heard footsteps clatter toward you, anticipating the appearance of a reserved Abraxas Malfoy. But you were only greeted by hasty house-elves determined to bring the manor to order. Though you didn't doubt the extra skip in their step was the result of a Malfoy threat.

You could just imagine Abraxas—if he was anything like his son—towering over the staff and tossing out all manner of condescending insults, threatening to torment the next elf who left a single fingerprint on the fine, black porcelain rim of his plate.

When your father came to a stop, you were dismayed to find yourself staring up at two double doors that stood way taller than necessary. Though you supposed everything needed to be scaled up in a rich person's world—to accommodate their massive egos, of course.

Your father turned to you. "The dining hall is just through there," he said.

"Are you sure those aren't the doors to hell?" You mumbled miserably and folded your arms.

"Don't be like that," he said gently. "Lucius is a perfectly suitable husband."

"But I'm not a suitable wife."

"And why is that?"

"You know why."

His lips pressed into a speechless line.

You turned your head to the side. "A wizard like him has no business marrying a squib. I'm surprised Abraxas even agreed to it."

"That's Mr. Malfoy to you," your father corrected sternly. But after a moment, his eyes regained their gentle touch once more. He called your name softly, "you are more than your magical status."

Not to the Malfoy family, is what you wanted to reply. But your father had been friends with Abraxas since they were in diapers. You were painfully aware of the bond the two of them shared and so you knew every complaint coming from your lips would fall on your father's deaf ears, leaving you trapped in a looped argument.

"Fine," you yielded.

Your father gave an appreciative simper. "Thank you."

You wanted to remain irritable, to make your displeasure obvious, but your father's smile always managed to bring a giggle to light. He always looked ridiculous when he smiled, so much so that you thought he did it on purpose.

"There's that smile of yours!"

"Stop."

"Come on." He offered the top of his hand, which you reluctantly placed your palm over, and with his other hand he knocked on the door.

Are we suddenly too good for handles, you thought bitterly. You still couldn't believe this was happening. For the longest time, you had hoped all this to be some cruel, drawn-out joke. But as the double doors suddenly creaked open, and you found yourself staring up at white-haired devil himself, the notion quickly dissipated within painful acceptance.

"Lucius!" Your father greeted cheerily. Lucius was dressed in an elegant black suit, his hair pulled back into a neat, low ponytail with his signature cane gripped in one hand.

The icy tundra of his eyes disregarded your presence entirely. "Mr Lee," he responded with a curt dip of his chin. "My father awaits you in his study."

"Ah—yes, of course. I do believe Abraxas has some relics he owes me the pleasure of seeing." He slipped his hand from yours and smiled at Lucius. "Will you take good care of her until dinner is ready?"

"I don't need him to take care of me!" you interjected.

Lucius paid no attention to you. It's as though you were nothing more than particles in the air to him. "Of course," he answered, stepping aside to let your father pass.

"I'll be back, dear," he said. "Stay with Lucius." With that, he hurried away into the next room.

You watched his back disappear into the next room before averting your gaze back to Lucius. "I think it's funny that you've got all these attendants, yet you're the one on door duty," you spoke up.

Lucius' head tilted down, and for the first time he glared directly at you. He lifted his sharp jaw, eyes narrowed disdainfully as his slender fingers moved to strangle the serpent head that crowned his cane.

"You're looking particularly sour today," he sneered.

"And you look sallower than usual," you retorted lightly, unable to deny the satisfaction tugging at the corners of your lips.

All the years you'd spent void of magic, you'd learnt to compensate for in your wit, and boy would you seize every opportunity to get under his skin. You brushed past him as you entered the room and you heard the doors click closed behind you. Lucius scowled and uttered your name bitterly. You hated the way it sounded on his lips.

"You're an embarrassment to the wizarding world," he said coolly. "You will do good to remember that before parting those crude lips of yours."

"Firstly," you started, turning to face him, "you'll be marrying this embarrassment, so please, do grow attuned to calling me your embarrassment," you said cheekily, lacing your hands behind your back. "Secondly, I'm rather fond of my lips. I've always found them quite perky." You lifted your face to his. "Don't you think?"

The white-haired devil sneered before lifting his wand from it's sheathe and chanting, "Petrificus totalus."

In an instant and with a lack of control, your arms flew to your side, and before your legs could emulate the gesture, he propped his leg into the space so that your thighs straddled his knee. You went as stiff as a board, and panic thumped in your chest as you felt yourself leaning back. Just as you thought you'd hit the floor like a sack of meat, Lucius steadied you with a hand on your collarbone and pushed you flat against the polished wood of the door.

You wanted to wince as the door handle protruded into your spine, and Lucius, keenly aware of your discomfort, sought to worsen it as he gradually applied pressure to your chest.

"Not so gabby now, are we?" He rumbled lowly. His face was mere inches from yours. "Here's how this marriage is going to go," he murmured. "We have an appearance to uphold, so I do hope you know how to behave a proper lady in the presence of esteemed guests. Whatever squib-codswallop you indulge yourself in will happen behind closed doors, but whatever time you spend at my side, you will do it my way."

Heat began to pool at the tip of your ears. You hated the nerve of this man, to demand everything the way he wanted it, and in a way that explicitly stated he always got what he wanted. The knee wedged between your thighs began to trace small, slow circles. Occasionally, it would brush against the hem of your underwear. Your breathing deepened at the sensation, and Lucius extracted a faint smirk from the sight of your flaring nostrils.

Footsteps thrummed closer and closer to where the two of you stood, though Lucius didn't seem too concerned at the possibility of being caught in their position. When the footsteps halted, a dainty head popped up from behind the view of Lucius' shoulder.

"The food is ready, Mr Malfoy," the housemaid offered softly, evidently embarrassed at the sight of their tangled bodies. Lucius waved a dismissive hand, too busy glaring you down to spare the maid so much as a glance. She scampered away, and Lucius brought the tip of his wand up to your body.

"I do hope I have made myself very clear," he murmured. You glared at him bitterly. Go fuck yourself. It would have felt better to say it aloud. "Finite," Lucius chanted, and all control flooded back into your limbs.

You slumped against the door and his hand left your chest, but before you could snap at him, he pressed the nose of his wand into your throat. You glared up at him and he returned your attention with nonchalant eyes.

Slowly, he traced the wand up the expanse of your neck, and when he reached your mouth, he said in a low murmur, "I do rather like your lips."

"Lucius," a deep voice echoed throughout the dining hall.

Abaraxas, you thought horridly. You glanced past Lucius to glimpse your father fondling an expensive-looking object between his gloved fingers, and beside him stood Abraxas, watching the two of you with a cool yet dignified expression. They hovered at the doors to the study, and Lucius tucked away his wand rather tensely before leaving you in a hot flurry to meet with his father.

You cleared your throat and tidied the dress that had creased in various areas. The hem had managed to climb your thighs when Lucius had teased you with his own leg—you quickly pulled it proper before pushing yourself off of the doors. Your back throbbed where the handle had been buried only moments before. You cursed him for it. You cursed yourself for it; you hadn't hated it—the helplessness, his rough handling of you. You'd have let him continue had there not been an interruption, you knew that much to be true. Pathetic.

Your father called your name softly. You glanced up to see that he, Lucius and Abraxas had already gathered at the much-too-long dining table, all three had their eyes trained on you expectantly. Tensely, you made your way over to where your father stood, already reaching out a hand to pull out the chair beside his, but he quickly stopped you. You glanced up at him questioningly.

"Wouldn't you rather sit next to Lucius, dear?" He said gently. It was a demand, not an offer.

"I'd rather squat butt-naked over a wildfire," you replied discourteously, your gaze flickering over to Lucius, who looked enigmatic despite your comment.

Abraxas grew a scowl that almost seemed to speak for itself: why had he ever considered letting this ill-mannered squib marry into such a regal family. You couldn't help but smirk lightly, and your father's fingers tightened around your wrist, followed by the stern sound of your name.

"Do not start," he warned. This was the most serious you'd seen your father. It was quite unsettling, actually.

You snatched your hand from his grip and muttered a simple sorry before pulling out your chair. Your father cleared his throat and you glanced up at him once more. With the slightest flick of his head, he beckoned to where Lucius sat. You bit on your tongue and begrudgingly moved the seat back under the table before making your way over to where Lucius sat.

Upon your arrival, he stood from his seat and took the expected liberty of pulling out the chair for you, to which you dipped your chin in the slightest of thanks and sat down. Lucius propped himself down beside you, and his musky fragrance engulfed you in a gust. It was an enticing smell, and somewhere in the mix you could practically taste a hint of whisky.

If you were to be sentenced to his side for a lifetime, at least you knew you were in for drinks in good taste.

The dinner carried out rather uneventfully, and you spent half of that time praying for the hasty end of it. Lucius had gone back to dismissing your presence, he hadn't even spared you so much as a glance. Not that you cared. Because you didn't. Of course you didn't. Once everyone had finished eating, your meal had hardly been touched, yet you seemed the most prepared to take your leave.

Abraxas had stood and beckoned for the house-elves to tidy up the space while he and your father exchanged a few words. You glanced at Lucius, who had been watching the older men, though his attention shifted toward you as he became aware of your gawking.

"I'm bored," you said simply.

"Hardly my concern," he replied blankly.

"I could do with a drink."

"By all means, help yourself to the kitchen."

"I'm thinking stronger," you said with a dramatic finger to your chin, tapping away as though musing the subject. "Your father's sure to have some whisky in that study of his."

Lucius' eyes grew scathingly narrow. "Don't be foolish," he spat. "The only thing my father adores more than his wealth is his whisky. He'd notice if even a drop had left the decanter. And in any case, I hardly think you of all people could properly appreciate the sweet expense of the beverage."

Your composure collapsed fully at his words. Nothing more than a raging ball of impulse, you grabbed at his tie and yanked it harshly so that Lucius was leaned into you. "Come again?"

"I should have you thrown into the dungeons for your unbecomingness," he growled. His face was so close to yours that your lips could've brushed within the next breath.

You frowned cheekily. "I'd like to see just how daring you are, Mr Malfoy—"

"Don't call me that."

"Perhaps the rumours of your audaciousness are true," you continued with a glance at his lips. "And perhaps they are nothing more than rumours."

Your words sparked his interest. His bitter eyes thawed with a momentary look of curiosity, so faint but evidently present. "And just what are you insinuating?" He moved his cane to prop up your chin.

You winced as the steel python burrowed beneath your chin. It felt unpleasantly cold against your skin. A groan rumbled in the back of your throat and sent Lucius' conservativeness toppling over the edge.

"So fragile," he hummed, eyes gliding over your features. He was infatuated with your non-witchy delicacy. It meant you were powerless to him. You knew that. He knew that—and he loved it.

You practically held your breath as you glared up at him. His gaze flickered away from you and simultaneously, his hand moved to pry your fingers from his tie. He stood from his chair and you felt his cold fingers furl around your arm as he hauled you out of yours. You followed his searching eyes and came to realise that your father had disappeared, along with Abraxas. You had no idea where to, but you could hardly be arsed in this moment. Lucius hadn't given you a split second to speak before he began dragging you toward Abraxas' study.

You smirked as you stumbled after him. "Does this mean I'm getting that drink after all?"

Lucius tossed a swift glare over his shoulder, though he remained silent. When they reached the doors to the study, he extended his free hand to knock and waited for a response. When none came, he pushed the doors open and pushed you ahead of him.

You entered with an annoyed click of your tongue, but the rustic theme of the study stole your attention. A polished, deep-red wood—the entire room. One of the walls was lined with shelves topped with questionable collectibles and the room was furnished with red, velvety sofas. It definitely wasn't a taste you'd ever personally acquire, but you'd have to be blind to admit that it didn't hold some sort of charm. Straight ahead of you, an elegant, bricked fireplace was still bustling with a shy flame that burnt the room just the right shade of cosy.

Lucius released your arm and closed the doors behind him. You ventured a little way from his presence.

"Who knew Lucius had it in him to enter his daddy's study without permission?" You teased absentmindedly as you reached the fireplace and spotted a crystal decanter of whiskey. "Bingo," you murmured, picking it up.

"Put that down." A hand grabbed ahold of your wrist and yanked it roughly, causing you to drop the crystal container.

The whiskey toppled into the fireplace with a sickening slosh, and at the moment of contact, the fireplace burst into a hissing, spitting tornado. You narrowly avoided being nipped by the heat as Lucius pulled you toward him, though your dress was not as lucky. The fabric had caught aflame below your backside, but Lucius was quicker in acting. His hand snaked around your back and tugged at the zip. The straps of your dress fell past your shoulders and he slipped it down the curves of your body until it laid at your black heels and released grey squiggles of smoke.

You glared up at him. "Hey, asshole!" You spat, shoving at his chest. "I liked that dress—a lot!”

Lucius cocked an eyebrow at you and pressed the tip of his cane into your cleavage. Your breath caught in your throat like a lump of dry food. He said your name softly. You liked the way it sounded on his tongue.

"You've made a mess," he said, eyes observing the spill of alcohol that mottled the polished floor before glancing at you. He gradually began to press harder and harder into your skin until you had no choice but to back up to relieve the pain.

"Since when don't you like taking credit?" You shot back sarcastically. A dull coldness hit your back as you bumped into the fireplace, though Lucius continued closing in on the space between your bodies.

He said nothing, only glared at you with annoyingly incoherent eyes. You grew flustered now, grasping the situation. You were half naked and cornered by a wizard, and you had no magical means of defending yourself. You felt the heat of the fireplace begin to lap at your exposed skin. Your jaw clenched, and Lucius' gaze trailed down your neck attentively.

"The fire bothering you?" He asked lowly. You scowled. "Am I mistaken? Had you not mentioned earlier that you'd be more than happy to squat butt-naked over an open flame?"

"You're hilarious," you retorted before moving to shove him away, but his free hand moved to clutch your neck.

His other hand dragged the cane downward, slowly—first over the clasp of your bra, then across the soft skin of your stomach, before stopping short of your now-heated core. The fireplace couldn't take credit for that. You were completely and utterly overwhelmed now. Every sensation had become too much.

Lucius' grip on your neck tightened until your ability to breathe was at his mercy. With painfully exaggerated slowness, he brought his lips to your ear. "I must confess that the mere thought of ravishing a squib is unusually. . . exciting," he said in a gruff whisper.

You felt your expression twist at his words, and much to his satisfaction, too. He leaned away from you, his slender fingers leaving the flushed rim of your neck. His eyes swept over your posture, seemingly pleased with the way you had fallen tense under his control. Power. That's all it was about with him. He bathed in the power that came with any opportunity to completely and utterly dominate the lesser. You saw it in the way every action that earned compliance on the receiving end caused his lips to tug into a smirk. You saw it now as he glared at you.

Lucius' attention moved down to his cane. Slowly, he angled it into your skin and slid it under the waistband of your underwear. You sucked air at the cool sensation of the serpent head gliding down your skin and slipping between your wet folds.

"Lucius," you breathed through gritted teeth.

"Hm?" He hummed busily, his attention fixed on his cane that was now angled toward your entrance. He glanced up at you momentarily. "If you'd like me to stop, simply say so." He paused his movements and gazed at you impassively.

You glared at him in silence for many moments, only bouts of air whistled from your nostrils. Your breathing had grown shallow and quick at his touch. "I hate you," you said softly.

Lucius's lips stretched into a faint smirk before he roughly pressed his lips to yours. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself, moving one hand to mercilessly tug at his ponytail until it came undone in messy strands. He grunted against your lips and pulled the serpent head from between your folds. You hissed at his lack of caution. He lifted you into his arms and moved to his father's desk, where he set you down onto the fine wood—unpleasantly cold against your exposed skin. He leaned in and curled his fingers around the back of your neck to bring you into another series of rough kisses.

Your hands explored every inch of Lucius's suit. When you felt the hems of his black blazer, you lifted it up and over his shoulders, to which he aided the removal by rolling his shoulders back so that the blazer would fall to the floor. His tongue explored your insides roughly, you savoured the way he tasted. He still possessed a tint of red wine from earlier's dinner.

Lucius broke off the kiss rather suddenly, and you found yourself devastatingly disappointed at the abundance of space between your lips. You leaned back onto your palms, watching as he took a step back and lifted his cane.

"Do you ever not have that thing in clutch?" You asked pointedly.

"Be quiet," he demanded, reaching for your arm and yanking you from the desk. Before you had a moment to protest, he spun you around and bent you over the expanse of the table. Your entire backside was exposed to him, and you felt your face burn self-consciously.

"What are you doing?" You asked angrily, attempting to prop yourself upward, but Lucius held you down with a steady hand on the small of your back. You frowned. "If you think I'm going to let you fuck me like a common whore, you're wrong!" You felt the fabric of Lucius's shirt brush your back tenderly as he leaned over you and brought his lips to your ear.

"Whores don't usually talk this much," he said lowly before bringing his free hand toward your lips. "Spit," he demanded.

"I'm not spitting on your hand, Lucius," you objected. "You've got some weird kinks, you know—" you were cut off as Lucius pried your lips harshly with his middle and index finger.

You felt him push for the back of your throat, and even as you tried to yank your head away as a protest, he kept on reaching for your depths until you gagged around him. He removed his hand, and past your teary lashes, you saw his slender fingers painted in a slimy sheen.

Your back felt cold once more as Lucius straightened up. You felt the tip of his cane scrape your lower back as he hooked it onto your underwear and pulled it down your thighs, exposing your wet core to him. The fingers, coated in your saliva, traced a line down your back until it reached your arse and traced gentle circles around the entrance. A moan escaped your lips as he inserted a finger inside without the courtesy of a warning, and it was quickly followed by another.

You clenched around him at the unfamiliar, slightly painful sensation, but as Lucius proceeded to tease your folds once more with the serpent-crowned head of his cane, you began to melt into his rough fondling. It wasn't long until you felt beads of your arousal escape your main entrance and slither down the insides of your soft thighs.

Lucius noted this image, glorified it, even. "If this is what hate looks likes, I'd love to see what else your cunt would do for me once we're better acquainted," he commented in a low and sultry tone.

You laid with your cheek pressed against the table, your lips slightly parted and your eyes screwed shut at the feelings of ecstasy that now coursed through your veins, brought on at the sites where Lucius teased steadily. You were too far gone to retaliate as you usually did—no one had ever touched you this way. It felt like pure bliss, and now you didn't ever want to leave this manor.

A deep chuckle rumbled from Lucius. "Your asshole is tightening around me. Tell me, did you want something else from me?" He jeered. When you didn't answer him, he paused the movements of his cane and removed his hand from your hole. "Then I suppose we're finished here," he said, passing his wet fingers over the soft skin of your ass.

"No," you complained softly. Disgracefully. You didn't want this to be the end of it. You pushed yourself upwards, your underwear falling further down your legs until it lay a wet bundle at your feet. You turned to face him, your expression hardened. "You don't get to tease me like that and then leave."

Lucius tilted his head mockingly. "But a whore is merely a toy. It is hardly their place to complain when their master has finished playing, hm?"

You perked your chin defiantly. "I'm not a whore," you said scathingly.

Lucius took a step forward, his clothed leg pressed between your legs and forcing you back against the desk. "Then why do you leak like one?" He said softly, his eyes fixated on yours. You glanced down to see the dark fabric of his pants had grown even darker with your arousal. When you glanced back up at him, his eyes seemed to glint hungrily, and a satisfied smirk widened his lips.

He pressed a hungry kiss onto your lips, and you returned it without hesitation. He removed the knee straddled between your thighs and replaced it with his cane, which he slid against your clitoris and through your folds before pushing it inside of you. You gasped against his lips and swung your head back as you felt the steel teeth of the python lightly graze your insides.

"Lucius!" You said in barely more than a breathy moan. It hurt to have the item inside of you, but when he began thrusting it to and fro with slow, rhythmic motions, coupled with the wet kisses he littered upon your neck, it began to feel disgustingly right.

You fastened your hands around his neck for support, and he carefully hauled you onto the desk. His free hand made its way into your hair, and he tugged it harshly so that your neck was perfectly arched for him to exploit with aggressive love-bites. You felt the pit of your stomach grow tight in an embarrassingly short amount of time, and Lucius seemed to deduce this as well from your heightened breathing, so he pulled the cane from your entrance.

He tutted disappointedly. "I've barely had my fun," he said. "Don't finish until I say so." You lifted your head to him tiredly, barely able to discern his face. "Am I understood?" He prompted, his grip on your head tightening as he shook you lightly. You nodded, and he inserted his cane once more. Oh, Godric, you didn't want this to end.

It felt like hours had passed by as Lucius teased you with his painfully slow thrusts. He spent most of the time gazing at your face, gauging your every reaction at his movements, savouring the little mewls of pleasure you let slip every now and then. Encouraged by the sweet music you made just for him, he gave you permission to finish.

When he had finished having his way with you, he removed the cane from between your thighs, pulling with it a stream of your arousal. You felt the warm wetness pool around your bottom and leak into every crevice left between parts of your body in contact with the surface of the desk.

His eyes moved between your exposed lower half and your face. He lifted the cane to your lips. "Clean it," he demanded impassively.

You gave a chuckle. "Funny," you responded and pushed his hand back, shifting your weight to get up, but Lucius sat you down with a rough hand. You glanced at him in alarm. "You're serious?"

"Very."

You searched his eyes, waiting to find a glimmer of amusement, but anything he felt at this moment was incoherent to you. "I'm not doing that," you objected.

Lucius didn't seemed pleased with your answer. His hand moved down your body rather quickly. He moved between your thighs and inserted a harsh finger, which earned a shocked gasp from you. He seized that opportunity to slide the serpent head into your mouth.

"The decision is not up to you," he paused and wriggled the cane between your lips. "Wider." You shook your head and in response, he added every finger until his hand was fully submerged within you.

Tears brimmed in your eyes. The sensation was painfully pleasurable. There was no fine line between the two, you only knew that his touch was undeniably desirable. Obediently, you swirled your tongue over every intricate groove of the serpent head. The taste was unusual, but not unpleasant. You glared him down as you sucked on the cane suggestively, though Lucius' composure didn't seem to falter.

Once no slimy coating remained, you patted his arm and he removed the cane from your mouth, along with his hand from your entrance. You were mildly ashamed to see the sheathe of your pleasure around his slender fingers, but Lucius seemed satisfied in contrast.

"Proud of yourself?" You muttered.

Lucius leaned past you and when he withdrew, you saw a fancy handkerchief in clutch. He first wiped his hand before passing the fabric over his cane.

"Generally, yes," he replied busily. He tossed the handkerchief onto your lap and leaned past you once more to pull out one of the draws. "Watch your tone," he said before lifting a bottle of whiskey to his lips and taking a gulp.

"Excuse me—" Lucius silenced you by pressing the nozzle of the bottle between your lips, and he began tilting the bottle upwards so that you had no choice but to gulp down the drink.

His slender fingers reached for your bra, which he violently tugged on until the fabric surrendered and tore at the clasps. The bra fell from your shoulders and left you fully exposed. He moved the bottle away from your lips and began pouring it between your cleavage, over your breasts and into your lap.

"What the fuck, Lucius!" You snapped.

"Language," he warned, setting the bottle aside and planting a kiss on your exposed collar bone. He turned for the door and paused with a hand on the handle. "Oh, and you best make yourself presentable," he said, pointedly glancing you up and down. "I do believe I heard the chatter of my father and Mr Lee beyond the study. Wouldn't want either of them to find you this way, no?"

You face went cold with horror. You fucking bastard!

"Tidy up the office while you're at it, won't you, whore? And make sure to lap up every last drop of that whiskey. It's rather expensive." You saw a hint of a smirk wind his perfect lips before he exited the study.

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Hello can I request draco with a gryffindor reader who happens to be the daughter of both Ares and Aphrodite. How would her parents react when their daughter wanted to marry a former death eater after the battle of hogwarts?

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Being the daughter of two Gods came with many difficulties.

With your status came responsibilities, obligations and burdens. Things were expected of you, you needed to reflect well on your parents and your kind.

Studying at Hogwarts had been your way out, your one place where you could be yourself without people breathing down your neck, without being judged for every little thing that you would do. It was your escape.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, that place had forever disappeared from your life. You were back in your closed-off world, living to please the people around you, make them proud and give them someone to show-off and brag about.

However, there was one person whom you reconnected with that gave you your freedom back.

Draco Malfoy.

During the war, you had had to cut off contact with him because of your opposing positions in the war, your parents having forbidden you from associating with Death Eaters or anyone who might tarnish their stellar reputation, as a matter of fact.

You and Draco had just secretly started dating before the war broke out, cutting contact being the most hurtful thing you've had to do. Having just found someone to love you for who you were, and immediately having to let them go.

When you reconnected after the war, it seemed like two pieces of a puzzle reunited after a long time without each other. You finally felt like you were at home again, safe and sound in the arms of the one you loved.

There was just one problem.

Your parents.

The fear that crippled your heart at the thought of them meeting Draco was paralyzing. You knew how they felt about Death Eaters, and despite Draco leaving those days behind, that wouldn't matter to them. He would still be evil in their eyes.

Draco was the one who insisted that he meet them. He was positive that he could change their minds and make them see that he was good for you, that those days were long behind him and he wasn't evil at heart as they had concluded.

You weren't so sure, but you figured you had nothing more to lose. The worst your parents could do was lock you away for good, but it wasn't anything that you hadn't previously been through.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you asked Draco for the twentieth time as you stopped before the grand door that sat in front of you.

You had been very evasive with details about your boyfriend when you told your parents you would be bringing him to dinner, which sparked their curiosity even more.

But not in a good way.

"Love, we have to get this done. We can't hide away forever" he caressed your cheek, sensing how nervous you truly were.

"Yes, we can. There's nothing stopping us. They don't care about my life anyway, and I know what they're going to say already. This is all really unnecessary" you tried to reason with him, trying to convince him just how bad this idea was in your eyes.

"I want to meet your parents, and regardless of what they say, I'm not giving up on us. Whatever comes our way, we'll deal with it together" looking into his gray eyes, you felt comfort.

Without realizing it, you found yourself nodding and taking his hand, finally entering the place you had been dreading to enter for the past few days.

Immediately, as soon as you stepped foot into the house, servants bombarded you left and right, not even sparing Draco a second glance as they focused on you.

"Master and Mistress are awaiting you in the grand ballroom" one of the servants informed you before disappearing with the others into another room.

You glanced once more at Draco before letting out a big breath, and beginning your journey towards the ballroom.

Once stopped in front of the entrance, you raised your hand to knock, but the doors opened on their own before you got the chance.

"Hello Mother, hello Father" you greeted your parents, both of them conversing with their backs turned to you.

"Sit" your mother's sweet yet icy voice spoke, not turning around yet.

You glanced at Draco with the corner of your eyes, but followed suit nonetheless.

Both of you took a seat next to each other, clearing your throat and keeping your hand clasped in his.

Your parents, Ares and Aphrodite, God of war and Goddess of love and beauty, now stood facing you, eyeing you down wearily. You were accustomed to their intense gaze, but it hurt Draco to look at them.

"Who have you brought here?" your mother asked, her eyes scanning your boyfriend.

By the way she was looking at him, you could already sense her suspicion.

"This is my boyfriend, Draco. Draco, these are my parents"

"It's an honor to meet you both," Draco said nervously.

Your father stared him down, cracking his knuckles.

"What is this young man doing in my house? Do you have no respect for us? Don't you know what he did in the war?" the booming voice of your father echoed off the walls, his fist hitting the long table that stood between you.

You didn't even flinch, accustomed already to his outbursts. There was a reason why he was the God of war, after all.

Clearing your throat, you held your head high and looked at your father.

"I am aware of Draco's actions during the war, but I am also aware of the fact that he did not participate willingly in any of them. He was being forced by his father, who is now residing in Azkaban for his crimes. I know you despise the lot, but Draco is not like them. He never was and he never will. I ask of you that you give him a chance and get to know him before making any judgements" your father was fuming, but you could your mother smiling from the corner of your eyes.

She had always encouraged you to fight for the ones you love, and this was the first time you had really stood up to your father like this.

"I don't want to hear this right now" he turned around and stormed out of the room, something you had known was going to happen.

"Don't worry, my dear. I will speak to your father. Draco, consider yourself welcomed to the family" your mother caressed his shoulder before graciously following after your father.

Left alone in the room, you let out a big sigh of relief, not quite believing what had just happened.

"I told you so" Draco teased, bumping your shoulders.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

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

warning - slight angst, slight dark content.

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

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

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

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

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sweetpandorabox · 7 months

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Blood Purity - Draco Malfoy x Female Reader (Part 1)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Synopsis: Keeping your family's Blood Purity and having high values when it comes to Intelligence and wisdom, is a duty and a sacred tradition all your family members of all generations have to follow. Getting sorted into Ravenclaw proving your worth, and following in your ancestor's footsteps, and keeping an Outstanding grade all the way through in Hogwarts kept your parents happy and proud, but not yet joyful. After 7 years of your Hogwarts journey coming to an end, they expect you to marry into a powerful pure-blooded family. As they take matters into their own hands your parents arranged a marriage for you based on a deal, to a boy who came from a powerful and pure-blooded family who you've despised for years.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Story Setting: The story is set in the year the 2000s, 2 years after the Battle of Hogwarts takes place, you and Draco were born in the 80s which would make the two of you around 20 years old in this Fanfiction. (anything in italic and bolded is a flashback scene btw)

Terms 📖:

Y/N - Your name

Y/H/C - Your hair color

Y/E/C - Your eye color

Warnings⚠️: Forced Proximity, Arguments, Bullying, Swearing and Slight Sexual Themes.

A/N: Hey cuties, sorry I've been gone for a while but I'm finally back, I wanted to start writing for Draco Malfoy because I actually love him, he's my 2nd Favorite Harry Potter boy and thought a forced proximity trope would be good and it would fit so well with the life he had in the Harry Potter books, but yeah I hope you enjoy this one I'm not used to writing something with a darker atmosphere and a more mature fanfiction here but I'm trying lol. love you. xx

Word Count: 1,959

The warm fireplace distributes its warm heat throughout the Malfoy Manor's dining hall, saving you from the cool winds of spring outdoors. The sounds of a crackling fire, quiet chatters, and sounds of cutlery being used against the delicate china plates plastered with grey floral designs played harmonically in your ear as you kept your eyes glued down on your plate of food, putting on a somewhat neutral face toying around with the contains you've been served without taking a single bite. "Y/N, at around 11pm tomorrow, you'll have to meet me and Narcissa at Sinclair's Weddings at Diagon Alley, it's for your dress fitting" your mother mentioned with a proud smile peeking through her lips, you raised your head up, and face to your right with a confused look watching your Mother takes a bite of her food, "But Mother, we've only been engaged for two weeks?" you asked with suspense trailing behind your voice, "Oh don't be silly Y/N, you and Draco are perfect for each other, it isn't worth waiting any longer," she replies sharing a smile with Narcissa from across the table as Narcissa did vise versa, "And besides everything has been taken care off, like the official date, venue, the food, the guest. You and Draco will love it" she continued. As silence roams back to the dinner table everyone continues to eat, you take a moment to pause and shift your gaze across the table to the blonde boy, focusing his pair of striking grey eyes solely on his food keeping his mouth shut and his head low.

You watched as he eyed down his food, showing no interest in anyone else taking a mouthful bite. Draco Lucius Malfoy goes far beyond your earliest memories of Hogwarts, known to be a bully and a Slytherin prince he paints a picture of himself as a snob and vile evil person, yet cowardice who enjoys taunting others for his own amusement, he gets anything and everything he wants no matter the circumstances as well. You kept to yourself most of the time during your Hogwarts years as a quiet and reserved Ravenclaw, having friends from all 4 houses and not favoring one over the other, you treated everybody equally, overlooking their blood status despite your family's belief, in 4th year however you've taken fond of Ronald Weasley who came from a pure-blooded yet poor family, you started dating him for 2 years but you don't find it easy in the slightest, as constant tournament form Draco swarms over you and Ron, he'd make snarky comments about you and the blood traitor as he calls him. Regular filthy stares came from Draco if you and Ron would show any amount of affection towards each other, because if it wasn't the harsh/shameful comments or filthy stares, Draco always finds another way to break whatever the two of you had.

"So I take it you'll be coming to my manor tomorrow night, make sure you put on that royal blue slip-on dress you always wear, you know the one with the sweetheart neckline, I find it quite alluring" Draco commented as he circle you with his minions chuckling, giving you a smirk and a playful wink. Ron stares in confusion between the two of you, realizing what had just happened you hold on to Ron's wrist, dragging him away quickly from the trio making sure you master up the dirtiest look you can give to the blonde boy, bumping his shoulder as you walk past fiercely drowning the sounds of wicked laughter behind you down. After the past event, Ron grew suspicious and demanded answers to what Draco meant earlier, not wanting to argue with your then-boyfriend you had no choice but to reveal a secret that nobody else knew about, "Ron, please just listen to me... The Malfoys and The Callahan have always been a close-knit group due to their mutual obsession over blood purity. Malfoy's mother and mine happen to be best of friends ever since their Hogwarts years, we have dinner parties with the Malfoys once every fortnight, that's all he meant by that...and since Christmas break is coming up, Draco and I will be home so it seems to be the perfect opportunity to have one in awhile... that's all I promise," you pleaded with guilt. Learning that information made Ron angry, as he decided to keep himself from you for days after that.

3 days have passed since Ron has last spoken to you, growing tired of his ignorance, you march up to the Slytherin table angrily, you scan the Slytherin table for a bleach-blonde head full of hair, and as you spot him you dash right over "Can I talk to you for a minute?" You ask, crossing your arm in frustration, matching the facial expression you displayed. Draco smirks, wasting no time and trails behind you as he leaves his group of unbothered Slytherins. You both settled outside the quiet hallway, leaving the great hall behind before you converse, "Malfoy, I really don't appreciate the comment you made 3 days ago... I mean, what are you honestly trying to do? Can't you see I'm happy?" you huffed out in frustration looking up at the tall figure, as his grey eyes pierced down at your small frame, he paused taken aback by your frustration before scoffing "What am I trying to do?... What am I trying to do? you're really asking that Callahan? he's a blood traitor. You can do so much better than that filthy Gryffindor... when are you going to realize your family would never accept him for who he is" he commented, without realizing how close he was getting to you, you backed up into the stone-cold wall, keeping eye contact with him, as he rests one of his hand on the wall by your head pinning you down.

Tensions spike up high between the two of you as your body comes closer and closer together. "When are you going to realize that your happiness could be right in front of you this whole time?" Draco blurted leaning his soft face closer to you and tilting his head, your cheek changed its shade into crimson red before you broke eye contact hearing footsteps walking away to your left cutting the tight tension, you watched as your loving boyfriend stormed away from what he'd seen, You panicked as he kept going never to look back at you, "Ron...Ron come back" you pleaded, pushing Draco away from you as you run after the Weasley boy leaving Malfoy on his own. The next day Ron breaks it off with you quick, for the very first time you feel as though you aren't worthy of any happiness as your heartbreak drives you into despair, you miss out on meals, frequently find yourself sobbing, and eventually watch as Ron fell in love with Hermione, from that day on you swore to yourself that you despise and hated Draco Malfoy and you will never change your mind about him. The sudden flashback made you fidgety as you smoothed out your old silky royal blue, slip-on dress. The one you've had since you were a teenager not having grown much physically making it fit you like a glove. After dinner has ended, you join your family in expressing their gratitude for the delicious meal and farewells to the Malfoys, completely ignoring Draco as he seems to do with you anyway. You embrace your future mother-in-law Narcissa warmly as she does vice versa and give your future father-in-law Lucious a firm yet polite smile as he smiles back and nods to show his understanding.

Dobby the house elf clicked his finger towards the grand, wooden double door to open it revealing an exit point for you, and your parents finally departing away from the Malfoy manor as you Apparate back to your own mansion, located not far from your fiancé's, ending the night in a blur as you quickly try and sleep it off in order to mentally prepare yourself for the dress fitting your mother and your mother in law has so wonderfully booked and plan. After the battle of Hogwarts took place in 1998 you went back to Hogwarts to finish your 7th year around the same time as Hermione Granger did, making sure you have all the qualifications needed to find the best job that the Wizarding World offers, even if a job isn't necessary for you to have because of the amount money your family has inherited over generations. During the battle of Hogwarts, you weren't actually present at all, since Narcissa warns your mother about the secret attack and plans that the Dark Lord schemes for Potter and how dangerous this war is, so she advised your mother to keep you home and not let you return for your 7th year, and although Narcissa isn't supportive of the Dark Lord at all she is supportive of her Husband and Son, so she has to be present there, but it doesn't mean she can't warn her best friend, your mother, and her family to stay safe and not partake in the war whatsoever and to let it pass you. So that's what your mother and father agreed on doing, keeping you home after explaining the circumstances to you.

Your eyes started to glimmer as salty tears started to fog up your vision, you were distraught by the news and realized that the people you care about over at Hogwarts like your friends and some of the professors who had made a real impact on you might potentially lose their lives over this war. You wanted to help badly, you wanted to be there to protect the ones you care about, but your parents will never allow it as they fear the worst and might end up losing their one and only child, so you slump and cry over it for days in your grand mansion until you've heard the news a week later that most people have survived the war including the Malfoy's and that the Dark Lord was finally conquered. It took a while, but Hogwarts was rebuilt soon after that, and once September rolled back around Hogwarts was ready to bring in young witches and wizards who were ready to embark on their early education, and even welcome those who were not able to finish their last year back with open arms. You studied hard and kept very much focused on all your classes to the point where your NEWT marks show only Outstanding grades all across, simply showering your parents with great pride and joy to have you as their daughter. This time around you sort of hated the idea of leaving school after graduating, Hogwarts was a nicer and much simpler place without some knucklehead like Draco Malfoy running around taunting people or trying to pull your pisser almost every day to annoy and ruin your schooling experience.

You enjoyed your time at Hogwarts without him, but you do tend to wonder if he was alright, or how he's doing or coping after the war. Your mother and father haven't gotten in touch with the Malfoy for a couple of months now as they went into hiding in their own mansion and kept quiet to themselves, laying low in order to keep them from trouble with the Ministry as they potentially find out the ties that the Malfoy family had with the Dark Lord, so for a while, there weren't many connections between the Callahan's and the Malfoy's, a period of time where you enjoyed life as it is because the one person you truly despise and hated is gone from your life, just like you wanted it too.

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konigsfavwife · 4 months

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You’re mine

This is part 2 of traitor !!

Part 1

Summary: how could he do that to you? Surely you wouldn’t happen to get with his best friend to get under his skin…

Draco Malfoy x fem!reader // Blaise Zabini x Fem!reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: (all characters are 18+) Rough, angry sex, slight praise, degrading, slapping, chocking, humiliation, bathroom sex. fake relationships, Draco being a little shit. Draco being toxic and possessive. Draco being nice during the end, so like bipolar

Authors note: I really didn’t know how to end the last one so I js decided to make a little part two also like I’m not the best at writing smut so bare with me

Song: So It Goes… - Taylor Swift.

Dress - Taylor Swift

After that mess with Draco you ran in the hallway until you ran into blaise, bumping your head on his hard chest. “Ow..” you huffed looking up at him. “Jeez sorry..” he huffed a little, looking down at you. “You okay? Your eyes are red and puffy” he said to her, putting out his hand to help you get up. “It’s fucking Draco and that pansy bitch! Right after he broke up with me not even a day later he wants to go and fuck around with her and forget about me!” You grumble, you head starting to pound as she slowly standing up while ranting to him about what happened. “Okay okay calm down it’s fine alright? He wasn’t even all that to begin with” he laughed, holding on her arms. “You don’t understand Blaise” you huffed softly. “Y/n listen to me. He isn’t worth everything in this world, especially not your heart. If he wanted you that bad he wouldn’t be fucking around with pansy. She ain’t even good looking” Blaise shrugged, a little smirk on his face. “Glad we both agree on something” you laughed half ass. “Y/n listen to me, I understand you both been through so much stuff together but maybe it’s time to let him go I mean he’s a Malfoy” Blaise laughed. “Damn isn’t he your best friend?” You laughed at Blaise’s comment about his friend. “I mean he’s alright but what he did to you wasn’t” Blaise shrugged. “Well now I don’t even have a date to the Yule ball” you huffed, looking at Blaise. “Go with me then maybe we can like fake date or something just to get him heated” Blaise asked. “Excuse me?” You looked at him confused “we both know Draco y/n. He hates whenever you were seen with someone else, let alone his best friend. Come on it’ll be fun” Blaise laughed. “Blaise are you playing with me?” You laughed, not being able to believe his offer. “I’m being serious!” He laughed with you. “This is ridiculous” you laughed again, looking at him. “Not I’m not opposed… “ you giggled a little. “Well isn’t that just perfect.. try to look your best tho okay? I really want to get under his skin” Blaise smirked at you. “Yeah yeah whatever..” you laughed. “Well the balls tomorrow night, remember what you agreed with.” He smirked at her before walking away.

The night of the ball

You had fixed your makeup and your hair curled down your back. You were wearing a white satin dress with pearls and white stones adoring the dress, it snugly hugged your curves in the best way possible. Your heels slowly walked down the stairs trying to spot out Blaise. While walking down it seems as all the attention was drawn to you. As you slowly walked down you saw multiple people stop and turn to the stairs, watching you walk down. But the person catching your attention was Draco, of course with pansy beside him in some short blue dress. Your hair bounced gently against your back as you found Blaise amongst all the people, your heels kicking against the floor as you walked over to him, a smile plastered on your lips. “Well don’t you look handsome” you smiled, kissing him on the cheek softly. You two had grown closer since the day you two dumped into each other and thought you two had to make is as realistic as possible. “Talk about me… Merlin love look at you..” he smirked, looking you up and down, checking you out. You laughed softly as you looked around the room, in the corner of your eye seeing Draco staring at you. “Here let’s walk inside” Blaise smiled and handed you his hand, accepting it with a smile as the both of you walk into the balls main area. “It looks beautiful in here” you smiled softly, looking at the scenery around you. “I know.. hogwarts always goes out for these balls..” he smirked. “Well I’m glad they do it, it always amazes me at how beautiful hogwarts can really be” you smiled, holding his hand gently then letting go. “Seriously” Blaise smiled to you as a slow dance already started to play. “Care to dance love?” Blaise asked, holding out his hand to you with a damn smile on his face. “I’d love too” you giggled, taking his hands and walked over to the dance floor wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling his hands on your hips, slowly swaying to the soft music playing. As you laid your chin on his shoulder while dancing you couldn’t help but feel as if someone was starring at you. You quickly looked around as Blaise twirled you around slowly, seeing Draco starring deep into the back of Blaise as he stood beside pansy. You continued to look as he moved his gaze to you causing you to look away quickly. “He’s staring so hard it’s scary..” you whispered to Blaise with a little laugh. “Of course he is. Your fucking stunning” Blaise whispered as he slowly twirled you around again, dipping you.

After a while of dancing with Blaise and the occasional stare between Draco you had decided to sit for a little since your feet were starting to hurt in your heels. “I’m honestly having such a good time Blaise” you smiled as you looked over at him. “I’m glad you are, you deserve a good time.” He spoke calmly “how’s your night been hm?” You asked Blaise honestly wanting to know. “It’s been good, but I feel as if I’m getting starred at the whole night” Blaise laughed. “The feelings mutual” you teased “guess we both know who that is” Blaise shrugged. As you looked around to see everyone around the ballroom you couldn’t seem to spot Draco, thanking he just went to his dorm. “Hey I’m gonna go use the bathroom, I’ll be back!” You told Blaise, getting up and walking out of the ballroom into the hallway.

going to the bathroom while not realizing you just bumped into someone. “Oh excuse me” you said to the person without looking up. “Y/n..” you hear a deep voice call out. “Going out to the ball with my best friend huh?” You heard the voice call out knowing it was Draco. “Leave me the hell alone I don’t wanna talk to you.” You grumbled, trying to walk past him. “Not so quick.” You heard him say as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a bathroom, hearing him mutter a locking spell. “Draco what the hell? What is up with you!” You yelled at him, tugging away from his grip. “You think you could just get with my best friend right after we broke up huh? You think so you fucking whore?” Draco sneered, pinning you up against a wall. “You broke up with me!” You shot back, but being stuck between his strong arms.

“Still. I didn’t hook up with your fucking best friend now did I huh? Oh wait I guess you’re just a play thing people use when they’re bored, swear to Merlin all you are is a fucking slut. Only for someone to use as they want.” Draco grumbled as he locked his lips with yours. Your eyes widened for a moment then closed as you felt Draco’s hand wrapped against your throat, not completely chocking you but definitely making his strength known. You quickly fell into the kiss, your body falling limp as he harshly kissed you. Some time after he parted lips with you, looking at you for a second then started to spin you around to where your back was facing him, quickly unzipping your dress as he watched closely. “Good fucking girl already knows what to do.” He groaned as he watched the dress fall to the floor in front of him.

As you turned around back to face him you could see Draco looking you up and down with hunger in his eyes as if he was staring down prey. He smirked as he motioned you on your knees, obeying you got down on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with those damn eyes you always used to get what you wanted. He smirked to himself as he grabbed the top of your hair, watching as you undid his belt, throwing it Merlin knows where as you unbuttoned and unzipped his black slacks pulling them just below his knees as you palmed his erection though his boxers, him to groan, throwing his head back. “You know what to do you fucking slut.” Draco groaned as he looked down at you. You quickly pulled down his boxers to his ankles and slowly ran your nails up his legs to his thighs and up to his v-line. You fluttered your eyelashes as you slowly started to inch closer to his cock. You smirked to yourself as you looked up at him, his eyes hazy. “Come on I know you can do it.” He groaned, pushing your head closer, not wanting to wait. You rolled your eyes and put your mouth around the tip, slowly sucking it as your other two hands wrapped around his base, slowly pumping him. “Listen to me, I’m not in the damn mood for this shit.” He groaned, grabbing the back of your head and pushed your mouth deeper making you take more of him the farther he pushed. Your eyes widened as you started to choke on him, your eyes glossing with tears as he continuously pushing your head back and forth making you gag as he continued, your hands in his thighs crying to stabilize yourself. He threw his head back and groans left his lips. “Such a fucking slut aren’t you huh? Merlin I’m fucking close keep doing that baby…” he groaned as he went faster, your mascara dripping down from your eyes, ruining your makeup. “That’s fucking it…” he groaned his mouth open as he groaned, spilling his seed into your mouth. “Eat it. Don’t leave a damn drop.” He demanded as he moved your head back, allowing you to actually breathe. You nodded quickly and swallowed his seed, opening your mouth to show that you did just as he said. “That’s what I like to see.” Draco laughed half ass you he picked you up by your arm, pressing you up against the wall. “Your fucking mine? You understand that? You are mine. Mine to use as I want.” Draco sneered as he grabbed your cheeks with one hand, forcing you to look at him. You nodded. “Use your words.” He ordered, slapping your cheek. “Yes…” you mumbled. “Yes what?” Draco rolled her eyes, slapping your cheek again, leaving a red mark. “Yessir…” you whispered softly. “Good girl.” Draco smirked as his available hand slowly moved to your chest, slapping your boob once. You jumped a little as you looked at him. Draco chuckled to himself as his hand then slowly slid down to your stomach, then to your panties. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” Draco asked. You nodded quickly as you felt a slender finger play with the hand of your panties. “Spread your legs.” He ordered, his mouth latching with your neck as his hand slowly slid into your panties. You spread them open slightly as his fingers gently touched your bud.

“Draco…” you whispered softly, her head hitting the wall behind you as he sucked a purple hickey onto your neck. “You’re so fucking wet for me..” Draco purred as his fingers slowly slid through your slit, hovering over your hole as his middle finger slowly slid in. “Dra…” you panted as you felt his finger slowly enter. “Can feel how fucking wet you are. Cant wait for her ex boyfriend to fuck her real good.” Draco purred into her neck as he sucked on her neck. “Mhm..” you whispered softly as his finger curled inside you. “Please Draco…” you whimpered softly. “Please what? Use your words.” Draco purred as his middle finger slowly went knuckle deep. “Please fuck me…” you whispered softly. “That’s my girl…” Draco hummed softy as his middle finger left your hole causing you to whine from the loss of the feeling. Draco smirked, putting his ring finger and middle into you again, feeling your walls squeeze against his fingers. “So fucking tight as if I haven’t ruined you already…” Draco purred into your neck as he kissed your neck. “Please… I’m close…” you whispered, feeling him curl his fingers inside you. “Come on…” Draco purred as his pace was faster. “So close…” you whispered as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. You moaned as you felt your orgasm hit, leaning out head back into the wall behind you as Draco let you ride it out. “Good girl…” Draco hummed, taking his fingers out of her panties and saw a ring of white around his two fingers and put them to her mouth. “Suck.” Draco ordered. You nodded quickly and started to suck on them, tasting yourself on his fingers. Draco smiled as he felt your tongue suck up on his two fingers. “Such a little slut aren’t you?” Draco laughed. “Mhm…” you mumbled as you continued to suck. Draco shoved his fingers down your throat with a smirk as his other hand slid down your body so play with your tit, slowly tracing your nipple, leaving it aching. Draco then removed his fingers from your mouth and slapped your cheek, kissing you hard. His hands left your body and moved down to your panties, taking them off and throwing them to wherever his belt was. Draco hoisted you up to where he was holding you as your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands going into his hair gently tugging out it and earning a groan out of his mouth. “Damn..” Draco groaned. “So fucking pretty all fucked up by me..” Draco purred as his lips attached to your neck as his cock slowly slid into you. “Fucking hell…” you moaned out as you felt him slowly slip into your tight aching hole. Draco grunted as he closed his eyes, breathing heavily on your neck as he slowly pushed himself all the way in slowly starting to move you up and down on his cock. “Feel good?” Draco purred into your ear as he picked up the pace. “Mhm…” you mumbled softly, your back scratching at the brick wall behind you. “Merlin fuckin’ love how damn tight you are.” Draco groaned as he bounced you up and down. “Hell Draco…” you whimpered softly, her head hiding in his neck as her tears ruined her mascara, it running down her cheeks and ruining her makeup. “Gonna make you forget all about Blaise. Only mine. You’re only mine.” Draco groaned as he went faster, that same familiar knot it your stomach tightening. “Swear wanna cum in this tight fucking pussy. I bet you want that you slut.” Draco groaned as your nails dig into his shoulders as you placed your forehead on his. “Look at me.” Draco demanded. You slightly opens your eyes and looked at him, your eyes hazy and tired. “Close…” you mumbled quietly. “I know baby… be a good girl and wait until I say so..” Draco sighed out as he continuously bounced you up and down. “Please..” you whimpered tiredly. “Let go..” Draco sighed softly, gently kissing your cheek. “Merlin…” you whimpered as you felt your body shutter as you laid your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as you fell asleep.

“And to think I hated you…” Draco sighed to himself as he slowly walked over to the sink and placed you in the counter still naked, taking off your makeup. “What am I doing with my life… Merlin I love you so fucking much.” Draco said to himself as he whipped your makeup off. He kept you on the counter as he looked for something to put you in so you wouldn’t have to put the dress on again. He found his blazer he wore and grabbed your panties and put them beside you. He smiled as he found his boxers and pants, putting them on them putting on his belt and his white button up dress shirt but not bothering to fix his hair. “Get up..” Draco whispered softly, kissing your forehead. “Just have to get you dressed than you can go back to sleep..” Draco whispered softly as he started to put his blazer on you, it being just big enough to cover you all the way. “Stand up..” Draco asked softly as he picked you io and placed you on the ground, sliding your panties on. You stumbled slightly but then laid your head on his shoulder, falling back asleep. Draco sighed slightly as he walked over to your dress and picked it up, carrying it while helping you walk out of the bathroom. Draco sighed a little as he realized it was hard to make you walk so he just decided to pick you up bridal style. You mumbled something as he picked you up but your words were incoherent because of how tired you were. Draco walked the halls of hogwarts then walked into the slytherin common room. Draco walked into a separate room that wasn’t the dorms tho because his dad made sure Draco got his own room and didn’t have to share with anyone. He walked into his room with you in his arms and dropped you on the bed. He put your dress down in a chair he had and started to change. He changed into a simple pair of pajama pants and a black shirt, grabbing an extra shirt for you to wear. He walked back over to his bed and removed the blazer he put on you and threw it over with your dress, not really caring as much for it. He put the shirt on your body and laid you back down, covering you in the black comforter he had on his bed. “Good night y/n.” Draco sighed as he was already feeling bad for the way he treated you. “I love you so fucking much…” Draco sighed as he sat down on the side of the bed. He turned to look at you sleeping peacefully, knowing he fucked up choosing pansy over you. He sighed as he laid down beside you, facing away from you.

The next morning you woke up in a bed, knowing it wasn’t yours. You yawned softly as you sat up noticing that you weren’t in your pajamas either. You were in someone’s t-shirt. You looked beside you and saw platinum blonde hair. “Draco.” You said out loud. “Mm..” Draco groaned, trying to go back to sleep. “Draco I didn’t think you would actually…” you mumbled as you slowly stretched. “What?” Draco sighed softly. “I didn’t think you would do all this for me.. I mean we aren’t dating anymore…” you sighed as if she had forgot what happened in the bathroom. “Y/n listen. I fucked up big time. After I got with pansy I couldn’t stand her. She wasn’t you. I want you. Not her. I don’t know if you’ll forgive me of leave I just wanted you to know I’m actually so sorry for what I said to you. But since your dating Blaise an all that I understand if you wanna leave.” Draco sighed as he propped his head up in his hand as his elbow rested in his pillow. “Draco…” you stammered, looking at him with wide eyes. “Me and Blaise weren’t dating… i did it just to get under your skin… Draco I love you..” you sighed. “So you wanna maybe get back together…?” Draco mumbled as he sat up. “Please…” you laughed a little. “Merlin I love you.” A little laugh escaping his lips as he kissed you.

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pinkxlicious · 11 months

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Yule Ball

Part 2

Draco Malfloy

*Doesn't follow timeline*

Words: 2,017

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The first day of Draco's 6th year had just started. New classmates, new students, same teachers. But new students meant new blood, and new blood meant new victims. As Draco scanned the Great Hall for any unfamiliar faces, new faces to pick on... His thoughts were quickly interrupted by Dumbledore's voice from his wooden podium.

"Welcome, new and old students! This year, we have an abnormal amount of new students, of course this is not a bad thing. I am very excited to learn about every new student, I expect all students who have been here before to help guide our new scholars. I wish you all an exciting year... Now let the feast begin!" Dumbledore said with a chuckle, the old man waddled back to his seat with a satisfied smile.

"Disgusting..." Blaise mumbled under his breath, "Have you heard? We're probably all going to be separated due to the amount of transfer students and new coming students. Our classes are all gonna be filled with newbies."

Theo and Draco scowled at the thought.

"Imagine having to be some insufferable freak's personal guide because they can't find the toilets," Draco scoffed as Blaise chuckled.

"This is even worse, new students AND confused first years. The amount of questions we will be asked..." Blaise groaned in annoyance, "I hope my potions partner won't be some incompetent newbie."

Draco scoffed,

"At this point I'm just hoping for a random that's been going to Hogwarts. I'm not in the mood to be someone's tutor," Draco held his head up high with disgust at the thought of having to walk through every single step of a potion with a confused newcomer.

"Personally, Potter sounds like a good potions partner right now," Theo joked,

"You've gone mad,"

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Draco was overwhelmed by the amount of students in the hall. Yes, it was usually crowded, but this was different. New students flooded the halls, millions of voices asking for directions. Draco prayed for a tablemate that wasn't a new stupid student.

When Draco reached the potions classroom, he was nearly five minutes late. But he wasn't even the last one to make it into the class. At least half of the class was missing due to the hall traffic. Professor Snape looked annoyed, but he understood why half of his students were missing.

"We should've sent the rest of the student body to the bottom of the Black Lake," Snape grumbled under his breath as five new students rushed into the room. Stress painted on their face as they ambushed Snape with gushing apologies, hoping to make a good impression. Snape felt a migraine coming as he yelled at them to get to their seats.

Draco snickered and checked the seating chart. He suddenly felt his body freeze, an unfamiliar name was written in ink right next to his name. His head rose and turned to his table, and he suddenly released a breath of relief. He hadn't recognized the name, but he knew the face... a little too well.

He had seen this face in the hall, he had only gotten quick glimpses of her. But he had a slight hallway crush on her. He knew nothing about the details about her, the only part of her that he knew was her face. He knew nothing about what house she was in, her name, her friends, nothing. He glanced down, hoping to see a Slytherin uniform, but his hopes were quickly crushed by a black and yellow tie and Hufflepuff crest.

She was speaking quietly to Harry Potter, which instantly made his blood boil. His mind searched for possibilities for why she would be speaking to such a lame loser. He walked to the table confidently and placed his items down on the table with a loud slap. She barely flinched and ignored him, but Harry didn't.

"Quit your staring, Potter, or I'll knock your teeth out," Draco snapped in annoyance, as Harry began to retort Snape slammed his hands on his table and the classroom went silent.

"You will be doing textbook reading and you will fill out this 50 question paper about the polyjuice potion. If you do not finish it by the end of class, its homework," Snape said lazily, already exhausted from the start of the day.

"Who even are you," Draco said, masking his curiosity with annoyance and disgust.

"I'm Y/n L/n. And you are?..."

Draco scoffed,

"Draco Malfloy, do you not know?"

"No I don't" She replied simply, and just as she began to open her textbook, Draco slammed it down.

"Well I've never seen you before," Draco taunted, "you're just another Hufflepuff nobody, is that right?"

"Yes, I suppose I am," She said, attempting to take back her textbook, but Draco kept his hand firm on the back of the book, keeping it in place. "What's your issue?"

"My issue is that I'm paired with a filthy mudblood Hufflepuff nobody. I deserve a better potion's partner, I need someone who can actually read." Draco sneered, silently regretting his harsh words. But there was no going back with his 'bad boy' facade. It would be so pathetic of him to suddenly apologize for his behavior. He was Draco Malfloy! He never apologized to anyone, and she is no different, so she didn't deserve any special treatment.

"Okay, then take that up with Professor Snape. I didn't choose the seats, therefore it is NOT my fault," She grew irritated by his insults, although she tried to calm herself down. Not wanting to let him have the satisfaction of her reaction.

"Well yo-"

"SILENCE," Snape boomed, "If either one of you two utter a SINGLE word again its detention for the whole week. I have enough of this bickering and it is ONLY the first day."

She glared angrily at Draco and shoved his hand away from her textbook and began working. The presence of her hand lingered on Draco's hand as he attempted to hide the butterflies dancing in his stomach. He decided that he would try to get her attention, he liked seeing her mad, and he just wanted to look at her.

He kicked her leg and her breath hitched slightly,

"Hey" Draco whispered, "Hey!"

"What?!"

"Give me a pencil,"

"No,"

"Wh-"

"DETENTION," Snape roared, she side eyed him with anger.

"Now look at what you've done," She tugged on her tie, "I literally hate you."

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Draco? Draco!" Blaise waved his hand in front of his face as Draco flinched,

"What?" He snapped, his train of thought was suddenly lost.

"You've been staring at that girl for like five minutes. Kind of creepy, eh?" Blaise snickered as Draco swatted his hand from his face.

"I have not, I don't even know who you're talking about,"

"Y/n L/n? Literally the finest girl in Hogwarts? How have you NOT heard of her, half the student body asked her to the Yule ball already. I heard shes considering going with that one Durmstrang dude," Theo butted in,

"Victor Krum?" Blaise asked, Draco's face nearly dropped as his veins exploded with jealousy.

"No not him, some other kid, he goes to Durmstrang but hes not Krum," Theo explained, "I heard Harry Potter was asking her in potions today."

Draco let out a breath, proud of himself that he interrupted their conversation earlier before class started.

"Are you gonna ask her out, Draco?" Blaise asked smugly as he watched his friend's face.

"I- no, why would I?" Draco said scoffing, "I already argued with her in potions, why would I switch up so suddenly."

"Sure, acting like you weren't just drooling over her five seconds ago,"

"Shut up you prick,"

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Later that night in detention, the two were furiously scrubbing the already dirty cauldrons.

"This is all your fault," Draco scoffed angrily, as her eyes widened with disbelief.

"How are you blaming this on me? You kept on bothering me, of course we got detention. You can't keep a hold of yourself," She snapped back,

"If you had just given me a pencil instead of arguing with me, none of this would've happened," Draco said flatly, secretly enjoying talking (arguing) with her.

"Why would I give you a pencil if you started your first impression by being rude to me,"

"Oh please, I was doing you a favor by waving away that Potter fellow for you," Draco said smugly as she shook her head.

"You're ridiculous, and have you not forgotten about how you insulted me like five times," She looked at him, "What did I even do to you? I know you're a bitch but I've literally never spoken to you in my entire life."

Draco was slightly caught off guard, he didn't have an answer. What was he supposed to say? 'I'm only mean to you because I'm too afraid to be nice to you and let my guard down.' Absolutely not.

"Your presence annoys me,"

"That's real sweet, Malfloy,"

"Thank you, love,"

She stared at him for a second before brushing off the nickname, ignoring the fact that made her heart increase it's speed.

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As the sky darkened so did the classroom, the two were nearing the last few cauldrons as they were nearing their last straws with each other.

"I can't stand you! You're so stuck up and I don't understand how you have a whole dog pack following you everywhere!?" Y/n shouted as he yelled back.

"Oh I'm insufferable? Look at you! You're so obsessed with being nice and good to people, do you know how lame that is? You're such an insufferable love bug Hufflepuff," Draco sneered,

"Is that supposed to offend me? You spend your free time bullying people! Who's the pathetic one now?" She shot back as she threw down the dirty sponge, she finally finished her last cauldron as did Draco. She began to stand up but Draco snatched her wrist and stood up with her. He got close to her.

"This isn't over mudblood," he hissed as she kept the eye contact,

"You think I'm scared of you? I'm not even muggleborn, you have no idea what you're talking about," She whispered, the tension in the room was thick as the two stayed in the close contact position before she backed away.

"Aw, you couldn't handle a simple staring contest?" Draco taunted, pouting his lips in mockery.

"Ugh, you're so immature. I truly despise you," She said irritatingly as she slammed the door on her way out.

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For the next few evenings, the two spent hours cleaning dirty cauldrons and potion bottles. Y/n had gotten used to his stupid comments and insults. She just tuned him out as he grew annoyed at the fact that he wasn't getting a reaction from her anymore.

"Hello?? Can you even hear me?" Draco asked annoyed,

"Yes I can hear you," She mumbled,

"I asked you a question," Draco said as he rolled his eyes,

"And what was that?"

"I asked if you were going to the Yule ball,"

Her head perked up,

"Yes, I am. Are you?" She asked curiously,

"Uh, yeah," he coughed, "Are you going with anyone?"

"Yeah, why are you asking?" she said cocking her head to the side, unsure where the conversation was going.

"Just making conversation," He grumbled, disappointed by his response. "I haven't really talked to anyone other than you for the past few days, so I figured I would make conversation before I went insane from boredom."

"Hm, are you going with anyone?"

"Typically, I don't but I'm going with Pansy Parkinson. She wouldn't lay off unless I said yes," He said annoyed, "She's so insufferable, even worse than you."

"You're so snarky," She responded, "Pansy's pretty, do you know what you're gonna wear?"

"Just a tux, who are you going with?" He asked disinterested, waiting for a name of some lame nobody.

"Well, it was a hard decision-"

"Why, you have so many suitors?" Draco scoffed,

"Yes, I actually do, jealous?" she teased, smiling a bit.

"Never, just tell me who it is,"

"You were the one who interrupted! Whatever, I'm going with Blaise Zabini, he's real charming. I don't know why I haven't noticed him before," she said as Draco's eyes widened.

"Blaise?" He said, taken aback, "He's one of my friends, I didn't know he was into you."

"I didn't either, I didn't even know he knew I existed,"

"Should've stayed that way," Draco huffed, growing jealous and a bit angry. He was going to have a talk with Blaise later.

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𝐃.𝐌 ❦ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭.

So this is my first time writing Draco M. I like this one! Hope you like this fluff one shot as much as I do! <3

No warnings!

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~DRACO POV~

-In the great hall.

'I can't believe that oaf Snape gave me detention, and for what I was just sitting there and my wand just so happened to cast a spell at Potter.' I was nearly drowned in my thoughts when I heard the door open. I turned around to see some girl with a weirdly bright smile on her face. 'I mean she is like 30 minutes late for detention. I don't know why she's happy' "Good after noon Professor Snape." She said bowing her head at Snape. 'Damn she's bold' "Ms. L/n, may I remind you, you are to be punctual for detention." Snape said in monotone. "Yeah yeah." She sat one table away from me and took a quill out and started writing what I'm guessing is something along the lines of what Snape is making me write. She was wearing Slytherin robes, 'I wonder why I've never noticed her before.' "Mr. Malfoy I didn't assign you detention so you could stare at Y/n" Said Snape as he shoved my head back down towards my paper.

~3RD PERSON~

You looked at Draco for a moment then smirked. 'Ah now see I would worry about him buttt I have better plans for detention.' You raised your hand. "M'yes." Snape said "Can I go use the restroom I forgot to before I got here." You said frantically, trying to convince Snape to let you go. "Seeing you were 30 minutes late I would've guessed you would've already went.....but I suppose so." "Thank you!!" You said already running to the overly large doors.

As you finally get out of the great hall doors, you start sprinting towards Snapes classroom. When you get there you were almost winded, but that didn't stop you from checking every drawer in his desk for your spray paint. "Shit, shit , shit" you cursed as your frantically looked through cupboards of confiscated items taken away from students. "What are you doing in here?" A cold and deep voice asks you. You turned around so quick Draco probably thought you were a tweaker. "Uh, nothing actually just got lost. You know what I'm guessing this isn't the bathroom, so if you don't mind imma just slide right past you." You said trying to get past Draco who was standing in the door way. His broad shoulders practically blocking every exit. As you tried squeezing past him he said "No, I don't think so." "Sir I would be appreciative if you just let me go." "Ma'am I would be appreciative if you told me what you were doing in Snapes classroom." "Like I said I got lost on my way to the bathroom." You said shrugging. "You've been going here for 5 years I think you would know where the girls bathroom is?" "I have short term memory loss" you say shrugging. "Sure, yeah. Tell me what you were doing in here and I'll leave you alone." "Oh okay then, I was looking for the spray paint cans Snape confiscated from me. He took them when I wasn't even using them."

"Well, I'm guessing by the big message on the boys bathroom ceiling saying "I see you" is good enough reason." He leans on the door way. "Okay well I told you why I was here so you can leave" "I'm not gonna leave." "Why?" "Cause you're more than likely gonna graffiti Snapes classroom and just cause problems for not only me but yourself." "Aweee you care about me, and if I get in trouble." "No I don't actually, Snape sent me to look for you. So if you get in trouble, I get in trouble." "Hey, why don't you just help me find the cans and we can go back to detention?" “nd’ why would I do that” He tilts his head slightly as he crosses his arms, he continues “All you’re gonna do is continue to graffiti the school” “Draco, the longer you stay here trying to reason with me the longer you have snaps waiting for our return, regardless i’m getting them back. With or without your help.” You shrug. He just stares for a second obviously thinking about your statement. He takes a breath before speaking. “If you tell one soul about this…” A sly smile appears on your face. “Thank youu~” You said running back over to the cabinets as Draco started looking in the drawers of Snapes desk. "I think I got it." Draco said after a couple minutes of looking. He pulled out a couple different cans. "Yes! Thank youu!" You said running over to Draco and taking the cans. "Can we go back now?" He said annoyed. "Yes, yes we can." You said putting the cans in the big hidden pockets you had in your robes.

As you two were walking back to the great hall Draco asked "Why don't I know you?" "Uhh I mean I don't know. I guess I'm usually either in detention or I'm skipping classes." You said slightly laughing. "What about your grades?" "Straight O's." You said unfazed. "How? If you're always not in class then how do you have straight O's? Not even I have straight O's." "I guess stuff just comes naturally to me. I finish all my missing work late at night. It doesn't really bother me." You said shrugging. "What's the point in getting into so much trouble? You could easily be a star student if you just didn't do all this stuff that could get you suspended." "I guess it's just for the thrill? I dunno I just do stuff that makes me happy, I guess." "You're confusing." Draco said rubbing his head. You two walked in a comfortable silence all the way back to the great hall. "I found her professor." Draco said. "What was taking so long? Where was she?" Snape said with a questioning look. You looked at Draco with a look that said 'please don't tell him I was stealing from his classroom.' He hesitated. "She was just fixing her hair in the bathroom." "Ms. L/n I would appreciate it if you didn't use your detention time to start a salon. You may both go back to your work."

~AFTER DETENTION~

There were very few kids in detention but you and Draco were the only Slytherins there. On your way back to the common room you realized Draco was walking a few steps behind you. "Why are you following me?" You said turning around on your heels. "Get off your high horse, we are both going to the same place. Geez." "Ohhhh, I forgot, although I could've sworn you were a Hufflepuff?" You said sarcastically. "You are so funny I almost forgot to laugh." Draco said with a straight face. "You know Malfoy you aren't that bad...Truth or Dare?" you say spontaneously. "I'm not going to be playing such a childish game. Especially with you." He said rolling his eyes. "C'mon just one little game." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No. "Yes." "Okay! Dear Merlin, you're annoying." He says scoffing. "I don't really care. Truth or dare?" "Truth." "Ughh you're boring. Just pick dare." "Okay fine, dare." "Oo, yes! Okay, I dare you to take one of my spray cans and write something, it can be anywhere and anything. BUT it has to be multiple words!" You said passing him a can of black spray paint. "No! That's gonna get me in detention, just like you." "Uh sir...you're acting like you weren't in there either. And plus we won't get caught." "But what if?" "It's gonna be fine, just trust me." You said realizing Draco's hand was still on top of yours from when you guys paused when you handed him the can. You quickly took away your hand and acted like nothing happened. "Well either way I have the can. So if we get caught it looks like I did it." "Ouuu I have an ideaa~" You said completely ignoring what Draco just said. "What?" "How about we write something to the Gryffindors?" "Sounds tempting," Draco said actually taking into consideration what you were saying. "I have the perfect place for it too!" You said excitedly. "Okay I'll do it, but only if you promise to take the fall if we get caught." "I promise." You said sticking out your pinky. "I don't do pinky promises." He says blankly looking from your extended pinky back to you. "Fine then, then there's no absolute way to know I'll take the fall," You said shrugging. He lets out air, "Fine." He says sticking out his pinky, you took his pinky with yours and kissed your hand. "What was that?" "You have to seal every pinky promise with a kiss, duh." "Oh my god." He said as he kissed his hand. "Okay, now there's this rock that all the Gryffindors literally cherish. I have zero clue why, it's just a rock, but they always hang around it so I'm guessing it's special or something. It's actually kinda weird, hey do you think they have a rock fetish or something?" You said gasping at the end. "Just show me where it is." He said rolling his eyes. "Okay fine then. Follow me." You said rolling your eyes. After walking for a while you two finally get to the 'special' rock. "Here we are!" You say spreading your arms out. "Are you serious? This is the rock?" "Yep!" "Okay.." He said sighing. He takes the can out of his pocket and crouches down so he can write straightly on the rock. He stares at the rock for a while. "Well?" "Hold on! I'm thinking." "Well, you better think faster cause I'm cold out here!" "I know what I'm gonna write." "What?" "Suck it." "You won't, no balls." "Shut up." He then shook the can up then sprayed it on the rock. "Oh, you actually did it." you said in disbelief. "Yeah, what about it?" "I mean I wasn't gonna force you to do it but I guess what's done is done." You said shrugging. "So what you're saying is I could've just said no and I would be going to sleep right now instead of fooling around with you?" "Yup, pretty much." "Oh my merlin." Draco said rolling his eyes as he stands. "Let's go before we get caught!" You said running back to where you two came from.

Once you get back into the corridors you begin to walk Draco is next to you walking in comfortable silence, "You know, having someone like you around isn't too bad." Draco says glancing at you. "What do you mean someone like me-" You get cut off by Draco pulling you back to the corner covering your mouth. He whispers into your ear, "Filch is around the corner shh." You nod and try to take his hand off your mouth, you finally realize he is pressed up behind you in the corner. Draco peaks around the corner and finally uncovers your mouth. "Okay, what's the plan?" Draco asks. "My plan was to follow your plan!" You say whisper yelling. You both continue to whisper argue with each other until you hear a meow behind you. When you turn around you see Ms. Norris, Filchs cat. "Go, go, go, go, go!" You whisper to Draco as both of you start running down the halls, turning random corners. You both take a few more turns and finally get to the common room. You flopped down on the couch exhausted from all the running you two did. "I can't believe we didn't get caught." You said looking at Draco, who was sitting on the chair on the right to you. "Me neither, I don't even know why I did it. I don't even know why I followed you." He laughed a little. "I guess I'm just special." You said shrugging. "Yeah, pretty special" he scoffed rolling his eyes. You two stayed up and talked until a prefect came and told you two that you should be in bed. "Night loser!" You said as you turned up the stairs to go to your dorm. "Shut up." You two became close friends, who would've known someone you never knew in the first place would become one of your favorite people.

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I saw this pic on Pinterest and immediately thought of Draco lol. This one is probs as corny as the rest of my one shots but tbh I like it a lot!

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