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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 year

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Yandere Aunt!Narcissa Black w/ Bellatrix’s Biological!Child!Reader Headcanons (platonic)

(Based off a post I did here.)

Tw: Yandere themes, mentions of pregnancy

Narcissa had been both greatly surprised and excited when her sister Bellatrix became pregnant. No matter how unaffected Bellatrix came off or how many times she referred to the entire situation as “crossing it off the list”, Narcissa couldn’t contain her giddiness at having a niece or nephew who she could spoil and who would grow up alongside Draco, becoming not only his best friend but also a sibling figure too.

She wished she could have had that when Andromeda had her daughter but her other sister had married a muggle and became a blood-traitor that the family didn’t bother mentioning anymore, let alone interacting with. So, this meant a lot to Narcissa and she was wholeheartedly invested in her pregnant sister and the soon to be newborn baby.

Narcissa would become very attentive towards her sister during her pregnancy, no matter how much it got on Bellatrix’s nerves. She would make sure Bellatrix didn’t do more than she needed to and took care of herself. Narcissa would also be extremely persistent in having Bellatrix stay at Malfoy manor throughout the ordeal, especially towards the end of her pregnancy. Dobby’s main priority while still very much under the Malfoy’s employment would be to tend to whatever Bellatrix needed or wanted, unless Narcissa said otherwise.

Given that there’s a good chance that Narcissa and Bellatrix would be pregnant around the same time, Narcissa would really look forward to bonding with her sister over something as special as this. Whenever Draco would kick while still in Narcissa’s stomach, she would immediately want Bellatrix to feel it. And she would expect Bellatrix to do the same to her whenever you kicked. If Bellatrix were to not then Narcissa would have to take it upon herself to always be touching her sister’s belly until she felt you kick for herself. Narcissa would really try to get Bellatrix to see the pregnancy and the soon to be child as more than just something to check off of a list and have expected from them.

When you are born and Bellatrix finally shows an ounce of emotion about it, Narcissa is overcome at the sight. Seeing her sister being so captivated by you reminded her of how she had been when she first saw and held Draco not too long ago. And at first Narcissa thought it was genuinely wholesome how attached and protective of you Bellatrix had become but eventually she saw just how twisted her sister was getting about it.

Sure, every mother has their maternal instincts and are completely devoted to their baby, especially so early on. But this, what Bellatrix was doing, was just a bit too much. Bellatrix wouldn’t allow anyone to touch you, let alone be anywhere near you, that wasn’t herself or Narcissa. She even took to sleeping in a completely separate room where she could stay and be with you, having you all to herself. It really was becoming worrisome to Narcissa regarding just how intense Bellatrix had become with you when she hadn’t really given a care or thought about you or her pregnancy as a whole in the beginning. But Narcissa would bite her tongue and keep her mouth shut. She didn’t want her sister to pull away from her and take you along with her. Besides, things were going to come to a stand still soon enough and Narcissa needed to be there for you.

After things come to light and it’s made apparent that the Ministry is coming down on them, Narcissa’s utter relief when Bellatrix gives you over to her to care for and raise in her absence is unfathomable. She wasn’t quite sure just what her sister would do, she can be so terrifyingly unpredictable, but fortunately Bellatrix made the best decision for you. Narcissa was going to love, care for and protect you just as she would Draco. You were a part of their family now and she was going to be your mother.

A part of her felt guilty for so greedily jumping into taking on a very prominent mother role for you that her sister herself couldn’t fill but at the end of the day Narcissa was reminded that this was for the better. Her being your mother was for the better. Of course she still loves her sister but she didn’t agree when it came to her parenting methods. She’s well aware that Bellatrix didn’t have much time with you before she was sent to Azkaban but just from what her sister had already divulged to her and had planned for your upbringing, Narcissa knew it wasn’t what you needed nor deserved.

Again, as much as she loves her sister, Narcissa didn’t want you to grow up to become like your mother and father. She wanted you to be your own person, to make your own choices, all while still following pure-blood traditions of course (to an extent at least). And so help her when Lucius takes to walking on eggshells around you, even at such a young age, all because he can’t separate you from your mother. It frustrates her to no end and she rips into him for it. You’re a baby for Merlin’s sake and he has the audacity to act like you’re going to curse him into next year or something.

From the moment Bellatrix hands you over to her, Narcissa has you and Draco sharing a crib and spending absolutely every second together. She doesn’t want Draco to grow up lonely, so to ensure that doesn’t happen Narcissa takes every opportunity to keep the two of you together, to grow attached to and depend on one another. She wants the two of you to be inseparable, truly and utterly attached to the hip and that’s just what she gets. Particularly, more on Draco’s side then yours. Albeit, you are in fact close to him and used to being by Draco’s side but Draco is much more overtly clingy and attached to you.

Narcissa thinks it’s the most endearing thing watching little Draco drag you around to wherever with him or him trailing closely behind you, almost running up the back of your heels as you go about whatever you’re doing. She absolutely loves the whole display and just the utter fact that Draco isn’t going to be all alone.

The more time goes by and as you get older, the more Narcissa sees you as her very own child. It completely escapes her that she’s only raising you in her sister’s stead and that you aren’t really hers. Especially when you call her ‘Mom’ for the first time. After that Narcissa goes so far to have you going by the Malfoy name. It took her a bit to get Lucius to allow that but he eventually gave in. When you get to Hogwarts no one is any the wiser to you being anything other than a Malfoy. And as far as Draco is concerned you’re his family. Whether that be a cousin or sibling, he couldn’t care less about the technicalities, you are a Malfoy to him and nothing will change that. The same goes for Narcissa and eventually even Lucius can’t see you as anything other than part of the family.

While you’re away at school, Narcissa will write to both you and Draco consistently and constantly. She eagerly awaits to hear from both of you, looking forward to knowing exactly what the two of you have been up to and how things are going. It would be Narcissa’s absolute joy for both you and Draco to be sorted into the same house so the two of you won’t be separated and hopefully that is what ends up happening but either way she would be supportive of you no matter what. Just keep writing to her, keeping her updated and she’ll be fine, otherwise she’ll worry to no end and seek out Draco to keep an even closer eye on you then she already had him doing.

Narcissa’s overall obsessive tendencies and behaviorism would be pretty tame, they wouldn’t necessarily go into overdrive until Bellatrix came back into the picture. And when that does happen it’s a complete whirlwind for Narcissa. Like, everything was going good, it had all been prefect and now your real mother was back. Everything Narcissa had done for the past decade while raising you immediately comes crashing down when Bellatrix breaks out and comes home.

She loves her sister, she truly does and she realizes you aren’t her child but that doesn’t take away from the fact that Narcissa feels extremely threatened having Bellatrix around. Narcissa can’t help but fear that you’ll prefer your real mother over her. She can’t help but feel like you’re being torn away from her now. It makes it so much worse how appreciative her sister is towards Narcissa, thanking her for being there for you and holding her place until she could come and claim it. It makes the feeling of having you torn away from her hurt all more. Bellatrix doesn’t know it quite yet but she’s only rubbing salt in the wound at this point by referring to Narcissa as nothing but merely a placeholder for all these years, completely invalidating everything she’s done and felt.

It’s going to be a tug-of-war between Bellatrix and Narcissa, both trying to pull and keep you close with them respectively. Narcissa is the one who is going to have the hardest time though. All these years she didn’t have to fight, she didn’t have any competition to go against but now she was fighting against her sister regarding her sister’s own child. As much as Narcissa understands that Bellatrix has every right to you, she can’t help but believe that she herself has more of a right to you than Bellatrix deserves given that Narcissa’s been with you all this time. She didn’t care that Bellatrix is your biological mother, as far as Narcissa saw it; she is your rightful mother.

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horeformilfs · 3 months

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Christmas Blues

Narcissa Malfoy x Fem! Reader

TW: Periods, Anemia, Passing Out

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As Narcissa Malfoy and Lucius stood at King's Cross Station, awaiting the arrival of their son Draco and his tutor Y/n, the bustling platform seemed to swirl around them in a flurry of activity. Narcissa's eyes, a captivating blend of dark brown and platinum blonde, scanned the crowd with an air of regal poise, while Lucius maintained his usual composed demeanor beside her.

Draco's arrival was imminent, and Narcissa's anticipation flickered in her gaze. She longed to embrace her son, to envelop him in the warmth of her maternal love. And yet, her thoughts strayed to another figure, one who occupied a special place in her heart.

Y/n, Draco's tutor, had become a familiar presence in the Malfoy household over the past year. Six years older than Draco, she possessed a quiet grace and intelligence that captivated Narcissa's attention. Though she had sensed the younger woman's admiration, Narcissa had never broached the subject, content to let their relationship unfold naturally.

As the train came to a stop, Draco emerged from the crowd, his expression lighting up at the sight of his parents. Narcissa rushed forward, enveloping him in a warm embrace, her heart swelling with affection. Meanwhile, Y/n lingered behind, hesitant to intrude on the tender moment between mother and son.

Feeling a gentle touch on her shoulder, Y/n startled, her thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. She turned to find Narcissa standing beside her, concern etched into her brow.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Narcissa inquired, her voice soft with genuine worry.

Y/n's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her heart fluttering at the sound of Narcissa's concern. "I-I'm fine, Narcissa, just lost in thought," she stammered, struggling to compose herself.

Narcissa's gaze lingered on Y/n, her eyes searching for any sign of discomfort. Sensing Y/n's unease, she reached out, gently taking her hand in hers. "Come, let's join Lucius and Draco," she suggested, her tone gentle yet reassuring.

As they walked together, Narcissa's fingers intertwined with Y/n's, a silent gesture of comfort and support. And as they approached Lucius and Draco, Narcissa couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the younger woman by her side.

"Y/n, my dear," Narcissa murmured, her voice a soft melody that only Y/n could hear, "thank you for being here with us."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at the endearment, her cheeks flushing with warmth. "It's my pleasure, Narcissa," she replied, a shy smile gracing her lips.

As they apparated back to the Malfoy Manor, Narcissa couldn't shake the feeling of contentment that enveloped her. In Y/n's presence, she found solace and companionship, a connection that transcended the boundaries of friendship.

And as they entered the grand halls of their ancestral home, Narcissa knew that this Christmas would be one to remember, filled with love, laughter, and the promise of something more.

As Draco eagerly raced to his room, excitement bubbling within him, Lucius made his way to his study to attend to some pressing matters. Left in the hallway, Narcissa turned her attention to Y/n, a warm smile gracing her features.

"Would you mind if I walked you to your room, dear?" Narcissa offered, her voice carrying a gentle cadence.

Y/n returned the smile, appreciating the kindness in Narcissa's gesture. "Of course, Narcissa. I'd appreciate the company."

They strolled through the quiet halls of Malfoy Manor, the soft echo of their footsteps creating a serene melody. Narcissa, with her trademark grace, initiated a conversation.

"How were your classes this term, Y/n?" Narcissa inquired, her curiosity genuine.

Y/n shared her experiences, her passion for Potions and Astrology shining through her words. Narcissa listened attentively, finding joy in the animated expressions that danced across Y/n's face.

Upon reaching Y/n's room, Narcissa paused, turning to face her. "I'll let you unpack and settle in. A house elf will be around shortly to escort you to dinner. And after, we're planning to decorate the Christmas tree. I hope you'll join us."

Y/n expressed her gratitude, "Thank you, Narcissa. I'd love to be a part of it."

Narcissa leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/n's cheek. As she pulled away, her fingers lingered, delicately caressing Y/n's jaw. The intimate gesture left Y/n momentarily stunned, a soft warmth spreading through her.

"Until later, dear," Narcissa whispered, her voice carrying a subtle invitation.

Y/n, still processing the tender moment, watched as Narcissa gracefully walked down the hall, her heart fluttering with a newfound awareness. Gathering herself, Y/n entered her room, the anticipation of the evening's festivities mingling with the lingering touch of Narcissa's affection.

As she unpacked, Y/n couldn't help but replay the moment in her mind. The enchanting allure of Narcissa Malfoy had captivated her, and in that quiet room, surrounded by the opulence of Malfoy Manor, Y/n found herself eagerly anticipating the magical moments that awaited her in the company of the Malfoy family.

Two hours had passed since Narcissa bid Y/n farewell outside her room. Engrossed in a book, Y/n was taken aback when a soft knock interrupted her reading. Opening the door, she was surprised to find Narcissa standing there, a gentle smile adorning her features.

"Narcissa, I wasn't expecting you," Y/n remarked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

Narcissa's gaze softened, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "I thought I'd come and fetch you for dinner myself," she explained, her tone soft and inviting.

Y/n nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. "Thank you, Narcissa. I appreciate it."

Together, they made their way to the dining room, the anticipation of the evening's meal filling the air. Taking her seat next to Narcissa, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence.

As the meal commenced, Lucius engaged Draco in conversation, inquiring about his classes and his endeavors on the Quidditch team. Draco, ever eager to please his father, recounted his experiences, including his struggles in Potions class.

"I've got an assignment to do over the break to catch up," Draco admitted, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice.

Lucius turned his attention to Y/n, his curiosity piqued. "And what about you, Y/n? Are you confident in Potions?"

Y/n met his gaze with unwavering confidence. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy. I've always excelled in Potions, and I'd be more than happy to help Draco with his assignment."

Draco's eyes lit up with gratitude, nodding fervently in agreement. Lucius offered his thanks, impressed by Y/n's willingness to assist.

The conversation turned to Quidditch, and Draco revealed his unsuccessful attempt to make the team this year. However, his revelation about Y/n's involvement caught both Lucius and Narcissa by surprise.

"You're on the team, Y/n?" Narcissa inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Y/n nodded, a modest smile gracing her lips. "Yes, Narcissa. I've been the Seeker for the Slytherin team since my second year."

Lucius and Narcissa exchanged a glance, impressed by Y/n's achievements. "Well, it seems we have quite the talented individual in our midst," Lucius remarked, a hint of pride in his voice.

With dinner drawing to a close, they adjourned to the main hall, where the Christmas tree stood tall and majestic. Boxes of decorations awaited them, placed there by the diligent house-elves.

As they set about adorning the tree, laughter and chatter filled the air, the warmth of camaraderie enveloping them in its embrace. And as the evening wore on, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging in the company of the Malfoy family, her heart full with the promise of new beginnings and cherished memories.

The soft light of morning filtered through the windows of Malfoy Manor, casting a warm glow upon the grand halls. Y/n stirred from her slumber, memories of the previous night's tree decorating festivities dancing in her mind. However, her pleasant reverie was soon shattered by a sharp pang in her lower abdomen.

Groaning softly, Y/n realized with dismay that her period had started. She had hoped to avoid it during the break, knowing all too well the toll it took on her due to her iron deficiency anemia.

Summoning her strength, Y/n rose from her bed and made her way to the bathroom, the ache in her stomach a constant reminder of her discomfort. After a quick shower and change into comfortable attire – black flare yoga pants and an oversized cable knit sweater – Y/n reluctantly swallowed three pain relievers, hoping they would provide some relief.

Descending the staircase, Y/n's steps were slower than usual, her complexion paler than normal. To her surprise, only Narcissa was seated at the breakfast table, her expression one of concern as she caught sight of Y/n's condition.

"Y/n, dear, are you feeling alright?" Narcissa's voice was laced with worry as she observed Y/n's sluggish movements.

Y/n managed a weak smile, attempting to downplay her discomfort. "I'm fine, Narcissa, just a bit under the weather," she replied, her voice tinged with strain.

Narcissa's concern deepened at the sight of Y/n's pallor, her maternal instincts kicking in. "You look quite pale, my dear. Are you sure you're alright?"

Y/n nodded, though her movements were unsteady as she took a seat at the table, pouring herself a cup of hot tea and grabbing a slice of toast. Despite her efforts to appear composed, Narcissa couldn't help but notice the tremor in Y/n's hands, the telltale signs of her discomfort.

Making a mental note to keep a watchful eye on Y/n, Narcissa resolved to ensure that the young woman received the care and attention she needed during her time of distress. For in the quiet moments of vulnerability, bonds were strengthened, and the true essence of compassion revealed itself in the nurturing embrace of a friend.

As the day wore on, Y/n's condition continued to deteriorate. Despite her best efforts to push through the discomfort, the relentless waves of pain left her feeling increasingly unwell. When Draco extended an invitation to go riding with him and Lucius, Y/n reluctantly declined, citing her worsening condition as the reason.

Seeking solace in the quiet solitude of the library, Y/n attempted to lose herself in the pages of her book. However, the persistent ache in her abdomen made it difficult to focus, each word blurring together in a haze of discomfort.

Narcissa, ever attuned to Y/n's needs, entered the library and made her way over to the young woman. Concern etched into her features, she checked in on Y/n, offering her gentle reassurance.

"Lunch is ready, Y/n," Narcissa informed her, her voice carrying a note of concern.

Y/n nodded weakly, setting her book aside as she prepared to join Narcissa for lunch. But as she rose from her seat, a wave of dizziness washed over her, leaving her unsteady on her feet.

Narcissa's keen gaze caught the subtle change in Y/n's demeanor, her worry deepening at the sight of the young woman's pallor. With a gentle hand placed on Y/n's arm, she offered her support, silently vowing to ensure that Y/n received the care and attention she needed.

And as they made their way to the dining room, Narcissa's protective instincts kicked into overdrive, her heart heavy with concern for the well-being of her dear friend. Little did she know, the day held more challenges yet to come, testing the bonds of friendship and the strength of their resolve in the face of adversity.

As they made their way to the dining room, Y/n's steps faltered, her hand reaching out to grasp the wall for support. Sensing her distress, Narcissa turned to look at her, concern flashing in her eyes as she saw Y/n struggling to maintain her balance.

Rushing over, Narcissa gently wrapped her arm around Y/n's waist, providing a steady anchor of support. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Y/n's breathing was labored, her words coming out in short bursts. "I-I feel dizzy," she managed to gasp, her head spinning with disorientation.

Narcissa tightened her grip, her heart pounding with concern. "Just breathe, darling," she murmured soothingly, her voice a comforting presence amidst the chaos.

But before Y/n could respond, the world around her seemed to blur and fade, darkness encroaching upon her senses. With a soft cry, she slumped against Narcissa's support, her consciousness slipping away.

With gentle care, Narcissa eased Y/n to the ground, cradling her head in her lap as she waited for her to awaken. Time seemed to stand still as she watched over Y/n, her heart heavy with worry.

And as the minutes stretched on, Narcissa whispered words of comfort, her voice a tender melody in the silence of the room. For in that moment, all that mattered was the well-being of her dear Y/n, and she would do whatever it took to ensure that she was safe and sound once more.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/n stirred, her eyelids fluttering as consciousness slowly returned. Blinking dazedly, she found herself cradled in Narcissa's arms, the worry etched on the older woman's face.

"Narcissa?" Y/n's voice was weak, her head throbbing with remnants of pain.

Narcissa's expression softened with relief as she brushed a gentle hand over Y/n's forehead. "Welcome back, darling," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm to Y/n's ears.

Y/n attempted to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, causing her to falter. With Narcissa's steady assistance, she managed to rise into a sitting position, leaning against the wall for support.

"What happened?" Y/n's voice was filled with confusion as she struggled to piece together the events leading up to her collapse.

Narcissa's gaze was filled with concern as she recounted the moment Y/n had faltered, her own heart racing with worry. "You passed out, sweetheart," she explained gently, her hand squeezing Y/n's reassuringly.

Y/n's brow furrowed in alarm as she absorbed the gravity of the situation. "I-I'm sorry," she murmured, feeling a pang of guilt for causing Narcissa concern.

Narcissa shook her head, her expression tender yet firm. "Don't apologize, dear. Your health is far more important," she insisted, her unwavering support a testament to her genuine care for Y/n.

As they sat together in the quiet of the hallway, a sense of gratitude washed over Y/n, mingling with the lingering traces of discomfort. In Narcissa's presence, she found solace and strength, a beacon of light in her darkest moments.

Narcissa's concern deepened as she observed Y/n's discomfort, her heart aching at the thought of her dear friend suffering in silence. With gentle insistence, she prompted Y/n to share the cause of her distress, her voice a soothing presence amidst the turmoil.

"What's going on, Y/n?" Narcissa's tone was gentle yet firm, her eyes filled with genuine concern.

Y/n hesitated, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood her cheeks. "It's... it's embarrassing," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Narcissa's expression softened, her hand reaching out to gently grasp Y/n's. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about, darling," she reassured, her voice filled with warmth. "I'm not here to judge. I just want to help you."

With a deep breath, Y/n summoned the courage to confide in Narcissa, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I got my period this morning," she confessed, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "And I have iron deficiency anemia, so it gets worse during my period. I usually feel dizzy and lightheaded for a few days, and sometimes I even pass out."

Narcissa's brows furrowed with concern as she listened, her heart aching for Y/n's struggles. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked gently, her voice tinged with regret.

Y/n lowered her gaze, feeling a pang of guilt for keeping her condition hidden. "I... I didn't want to bother you with silly things," she admitted quietly.

Narcissa's gaze softened, her hand reaching out to gently lift Y/n's chin. "It's not silly if it's something important, like a medical issue," she insisted, her voice firm yet compassionate. "I want you to feel comfortable coming to me with anything, no matter how small you may think it is."

Y/n felt a swell of gratitude wash over her at Narcissa's words, a warmth spreading through her chest. Nodding in agreement, she whispered, "Thank you, Narcissa."

With a tender smile, Narcissa helped Y/n to her feet, guiding her with gentle reassurance. "Would you like to rest for a bit?" she offered, her voice filled with kindness.

Y/n nodded gratefully, allowing Narcissa to lead her down the hallway. However, as they bypassed Y/n's room, confusion flickered in her eyes.

"Narcissa, where are we going?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Narcissa's smile was tender as she replied, "To my room, dear. You'll rest there for now." And as they continued down the hallway, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unwavering care and compassion.

Narcissa led Y/n into her room, a haven of elegance and comfort. As they reached the plush bed, Narcissa assisted Y/n in settling down, ensuring she was surrounded by soft pillows and luxurious blankets. Y/n couldn't help but appreciate the soothing atmosphere, a stark contrast to the discomfort she had been experiencing.

Narcissa disappeared briefly into the bathroom, returning with a warm water bottle. She approached Y/n with a gentle smile, offering the comforting remedy for the pain that wracked her lower stomach. Y/n looked up with gratitude as Narcissa placed the warm water bottle over her abdomen.

"Thank you, Narcissa," Y/n whispered, touched by the care and consideration.

Narcissa's response was a tender smile, her fingers brushing lightly over Y/n's hair. "Anything for you, darling."

With a vulnerable yet hopeful look in her eyes, Y/n asked, "Could you... stay with me?"

Narcissa's gaze softened further, and without hesitation, she agreed. "Of course, sweetheart. I'm here for you."

Carefully, Narcissa slipped into bed beside Y/n, arranging the pillows for both comfort and support. Gently, she pulled Y/n's back against her front, creating a secure and warm cocoon. The warmth of the water bottle against Y/n's stomach provided a soothing contrast to the cool silk of the sheets.

As Y/n nestled into Narcissa's comforting embrace, a sense of relaxation washed over her. The steady rise and fall of Narcissa's breath, the gentle beat of her heart, created a calming rhythm that eased Y/n's discomfort. Narcissa pressed a tender kiss to the top of Y/n's head, a silent reassurance that she was not alone.

In the tranquil intimacy of Narcissa's room, Y/n felt a profound sense of gratitude for the woman who had opened her heart and home. The comfort and solace provided by Narcissa's presence were immeasurable, and as Y/n closed her eyes, she allowed herself to drift into a peaceful nap, guided by the gentle embrace.

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fandom-puff · 2 years

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Spanking/Caning with Narcissa Malfoy

warnings: spanking/caning/impact play, established dom/sub relationship, light degradation, bratty reader

gif creds to owner

Narcissa raised her eyebrows as you huffed and slumped onto the chaise longue, your arms folded and your lip almost jutted out in a pout.

"You know the rules, YN, Sweetheart. What are they?" she chastised, barely looking up from her book.

"Only you get to touch my... my cunt. And you get to decide when and if I cum," you mumbled begrudgingly.

"Clever girl. See, you do know the rules. Just be patient for me, and after dinner you will get your reward," you huffed and rolled your eyes. "Watch the attitude, YN, or you won't cum for a week,"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," you grumbled, face like thunder. If you had been stood up, you definitely would have stamped your foot.

Narcissa's book closed with a sharp snap as her eyes narrowed at you. Fuck. Biting your lip, you shuffled in your seat, trying not to meet her glare. For a minute that seemed like ten, she stared at you, before crooking her finger at you. "Get up. Come here."

You bolted over to her, standing directly at the spot which she pointed at. "Cissa, I'm sorry for swearing and being bratty and-"

"Ten should suffice, I think," she said, her voice whisper soft, yet dripping with authority. "For disrespect and foul language,"

"Ten what, Cissa?" you mumbled, your thumb finding its way into your mouth. Narcissa smiled gently and tugged the digit gently from between your teeth.

"Ten spanks, of course," she said, her eyes glinting as she surveyed your face. It wasn't something you had implemented into your dynamic just yet, and you felt heat rush to both your face and between your legs at the thought of being bent over Cissa's lap. "Will that be okay, darling?" Narcissa murmured, and when you nodded, she made you recite your safewords, praising you gently when you chirped them eagerly.

"Good. Come here then, YN," she said, using her firm voice that had butterflies swirling around in your tummy. "Over my lap, hurry up,"

Eagerly, you bent over her knees, holding your breath as she slid your pyjama bottoms over the curve of your ass, letting the elastic waistband rest on your mid thighs. Gently, she began stroking your cheeks, rubbing firm circles into the plush flesh that had you relaxing into her arms, your eyes fluttering shut and your head hanging loosely...

Searing pain burned over your ass, and you jolted forward with a yelp. "Ow!" you complained, turning your head to stare up at her. "That hurt,"

"That's the point, sweetheart," Narcissa smirked. "Are you okay to carry on like this?"

You bit your lip. It hurt, of course it did. But as the initial sharp sting dulled, it dissipated into a... throb. And the throbbing sensation was... nice. Very nice, actually, and as you pushed your ass out ready for the next hit, you gave a soft whimper, feeling the throbbing in your clit now too.

Narcissa smirked, and struck you once, twice, three times more in rapid succession. Tears prickled in your eyes but you pushed your ass out all the same. “What’s this, hmm?” Narcissa asked, one hand holding your squirming body down by the small of your back, the other holding onto one of your cheeks, exposing your cunt. “This… this is meant to be a punishment,” she smirked. “You’re soaking,”

As her knuckle dragged up and down your cunt with the gentlest of touch, you squirmed, arching your back more. “‘M sorry… feels good, Cissa, I’m sorry,”

“Hmmm… you will be,” she murmured, dipping her fingers in before smacking you once more. “Because I think you deserve another five, on account of being a needy slut,”

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months

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I figured you might like it given ur pfp and user:

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Hello there, anon 🙃

Why thank you for this marvelous Cissy!Imagine… Suggestions for content are always appreciated, especially ones for the one and only Narcissa Malfoy nee. Black! 😏💞👀

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#talk with me #read this #narcissa malfoy #thanks for the recommendation #fic recommendation #cissyenthusiast010155 answers #narcissa malfoy headcannons #narcissa malfoy imagines #narcissa malfoy imagine #narcissa malfoy nee. black #narcissa x lucius #narcissa x bellatrix #narcissa malfoy x Lucius Malfoy #narcissa malfoy x Bellatrix lestrange

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daddiesdrarryy · 9 months

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Harry: Thank you for inviting me to Draco’s wedding today, Mrs Malfoy

Narcissa: Yes, it’s no problem, dear

Harry: This is probably a stupid question, but who is Draco marrying? I haven’t seen them?

Lucius: You. You’re the fiancé. This is your wedding with Draco

Harry: Wait, what?

Lucius: There’s your officiant. This is your wedding ring. I suggest taking him somewhere far, far away for your honeymoon.

Narcissa: For a week

Lucius: Here’s some money, make it two

Draco, walking in: Oh! This is beautiful! Who’s having a wedding today?

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swottydoodler · 3 months

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Swotty's DH headcanon no.4:

The Malfoy line has a couple of differing curses.

1. Being able to produce only one son in a lifetime (because of something that happened hundreds of years ago) to prevent any bastards. Draco having a kid with Hermione somehow broke that because his blood disowned him for procreating with someone of Muggle decent—this one was placed by a scorned Malfoy wife.

2. The kids having the signature Malfoy hair and eyes as to know if the wives have bedded another man—done by some Malfoy patriarch along the beginning of the branch.

#dramione #dramione fanart #draco malfoy #hermione granger #my art #swotty's dh headcanons #y'all can imagine the SHOCK from Draco's parents when he told them he was gonna be having a second kid #Lucius couldn't and wouldn't believe it #until the baby popped out looking like the usual Malfoy #double shocker when the kid turned out to be a girl #gave him a right heart attack #while Narcissa just cries for joy in the background

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bey0nd-1he-stars · 3 months

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I know Snape was the only death eater that was able to produce a patrons and I’d just like to beg your pardon.

Snape conjured a patrons based on an obsession. What he had for Lily might have been love once but let be real, we’ve surpassed that phase. Now it feels like it’s just an obsession over her.

Other than Lily, his life was fucking miserable. His father was a prat and his mother was weird. He got bullied at school and he doesn’t really seem to enjoy his teaching life very much.

It’s also portrayed that his patronus is conjured from love and not happiness.

So excuse me if I feel like any other death eater has happier memories than Severus Snape.

Lucius Malfoy, he’s respected at the ministry and has a wife, a son that he at least cares about, a nice ass mansion. He’s wealthy and grew up in a famous, rich family, why can’t he conjure a patronus?

Bellatrix Lestrange, like the only death eater who really enjoys what she’s doing with Voldemort. She straight up laughs when killing Sirius. Why can’t she conjure a patronus?

Regulus Black, whose love for his god damn house elf got himself killed. Why can’t he conjure a patronus?

Narcissa Malfoy, who loves her son more than anything, so much that she straight up lied to Voldemort who can read minds just because there’s a chance her son is still alive. Why can’t she conjure a patronus?

Why can’t any of the death eaters conjure a patronus especially since Harry, at 13 years old, could do it based on a made up memory.

It’s a shit excuse to get people to like Snape more.

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cuntrygirlcallista · 5 months

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☆ I had to let you know that I got a crush on you..

draco malfoy has a crush on you…

Draco is extremely arrogant so initially he would try and impress you.

Bragging about his home and the lavish, expensive possessions his parents can afford him. It’s not charming at all, it’s actually quite annoying.

He’d have Crabbe and Goyle help him play it up more. They would sing his praises incessantly anytime they saw you. One time you even let them convince you to go see him at Quidditch practice.

It was a nightmare.

While attempting a very daring feat on his broomstick that involved a midair roll, he fell. Luckily Madam Hooch was supervising and was able to save the poor wizard. Seeing you giggling at his misfortune definitely hurt his pride.

Eventually Blaise snitched, even though by then you’d already pieced it all together.

You decided one day at the end of one of his long bragging sessions to finally tell him you knew.

“and Draco” you say haltingly, before walking off making him turn to face you. “The bragging isn’t going to win me over, I prefer gentleman”

After that something finally clicked for the moron. From then on he was as charming as could be. Taking you out on dates, calling you “princess” and surprisingly treating you like one.

You were actually starting to like him

@cuntrygirlcallista

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ellastone-olsen · 1 month

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WHEN she is a MOTHER >>>

#wanda maximoff x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #lady dimitrescu #elizabeth olsen #narcissa malfoy #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff imagine #wandanat #wanda x you #wanda x reader

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averagewriter-inthedark · 3 months

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Me & The Devil P.1 🌘| Harry Potter Imagine

Set during Order of the Phoenix to DHP2

Harry Potter Masterlist | Part 2 Here

Characters & Pairings: Black!Sister reader x HP characters (platonic)

Content Warnings: death, violence, profanity, angst, slight cannon divergence, mentions of torture and blood, set during the book timeline of the 1990s | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 6k

Requested 📨 yes/no

Premise: Everyone has light and dark inside them. That’s what Sirius told Harry that night in Grimmauld Place. It was how one chooses to act that sets the stone of who they are as a person. It’s something Harry has to remind himself when he encounters Sirius’s cousin, the youngest of the Black sisters, Y/n. After 14 years in a cold, dark cell, Y/n’s accepted she no longer believes in angels. And the Devil himself wouldn’t want to cross her

Note: this is part 1 to a 2 part imagine where I had the idea that Sirius had another cousin, Bellatrix & Narcissa's youngest sister who has quite the age gap between them and was forced to become a death eater but has no loyalty to either side since both failed her. Part 2 should be out later this week so i hope you enjoy this!

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The floors of 12, Grimmauld Place creaked beneath Harry’s shoes as he entered the room at the end of the staircase he had been following Hermoine and Ron down. What drew his attention in the first place was the wallpaper. A green based mural branching out in the form of a tree. As Harry got closer he made out the portraits embedded into the wall, as were their names, birthdates and date of death if they’d passed. Some areas were black, covering up the picture seated above the name.

Harry flinched back upon notice of the house elf, Krecher, nestled inside the room. He mumbled something he couldn’t quite make out, then said, “Harry Potter. The boy who stopped the Dark Lord. Friend of mudbloods and blood traitors alike.” Unsure of what to say, Harry just stood looking down at the elf in silence. “My poor mistress--.” A loud voice cut him off.

“Kreacher!” It belonged to Sirius. “That’s enough of your bile.” Waving a finger, he dismissed the elf. “Away with ya!”

Clasping his hands, Krecher lowered his head, “Of course, Master. Kreacher is pleased to serve the Noble House of Black.” He stalked off and away from the two. Passing Sirius on his way out.

Entering the room, Sirius gave an apologetic look, “Sorry about that. He never was very pleasant--even when I was a boy.” There was a slight pause, “not to me.”

Surprise took over Harry’s face, “Wh-wha-you grew up here?”

“This is my parents' house,” his Godfather explained, “I offered it up to Dumbledore as headquarters for the Order.” A hand trailed the edge of the doorway, “About the only useful thing I’ve been able to do.” Dark eyes landed on the mural, seeing it was the object of Harry’s attention, “This is the Black family tree.”

Sirius couldn’t help but land his gaze on the branches depicting his cousins. Andromeda’s was burnt out, much like his. The only cousin he was still fond of.

Well…..she wouldn’t have been the only one.

For Narcissa, under her name was Lucius Malfoy, with a branch leading to their only son, Draco. Sirius’s eyes narrowed on the one beside Andromeda’s.

“My deranged cousin,” Harry picked up on the distaste in his tone. Following Sirius’ gaze where it landed on the portrait of a young woman with wild curly hair and high cheekbones. Bellatrix. Beneath her name was Rodolphus Lestrange. “I hated the lot of them.”

Looking past the next portrait, though Harry caught his posture stiffen when his eyes glazed over it, Sirius maintained his composure. Focusing back on his hateful family, “My parents with their blood mania.” Raising his hand, his fingers brushed over the blackened spot where his face once laid. Sadness laced his voice, “My mother did that after I ran away. Charming woman,” his arm dropped back to his side. “I was sixteen.”

Part of him wanted to question his Godfather’s reaction to the portrait, but knew it wasn’t the right moment. He was curious. Especially since the name was unlike the other members of the House of Black. Like Narcissa, she wasn’t named after a celestial body or constellation.

Frowning, feeling the hurt radiate off Sirius, Harry instead asked, “Where did you go?”

“To your dad’s. I was always welcomed at the Potters,” A small smile curled on Sirius’ lips as he glanced over Harry. Kind eyes the boy had grown accustomed to. “I see him so much in you, Harry. You are so very much alike.”

The next few minutes involved Harry confessing to Sirius his connection to Voldemort. Voicing concern of the possibility he was turning into him. Sirius assured Harry he was a good person, who’s had bad things happen to him. Followed by educating the boy on how everyone had their own angels and demons. Light and dark. Good and bad. How the only thing that matters is what part people chose to act on.

The entire time Sirius explained this to Harry, he thought of the portrait behind him. Almost like her painted eyes were boring into the back of his head. Reminding him of how he failed her. Much like everyone else in their family.

Once good. Turning bad due to the odds against her.

Maybe there was still some good deep down. Sirius prayed so. But the chances of him ever discovering were about as slim as convincing the Minister Voldermort was back.

“Sounds like you know from experience,” Harry said aloud, eyes trailing to the portrait behind Sirius. The one he noticed him trying to avoid. Yet managing to show how deeply this relative affected him.

Sighing, the man turned on his heel, staring at the portrait. No longer able to visibly hide his emotion as he read the name Y/n -- 1967.

“My cousin, Y/n,” his tone lacked malice compared to when he spoke of Bellatrix. “The youngest of the Black sisters. My aunt and uncle were shocked to learn they were expecting a fourth child--nearly twelve years after they had Narcissa.” Fingers brushed over her name, smiling softly as memories surfaced in his mind like a film. “Drove her parents wild with her energy. I was eight when she was born, and as I got older she’d follow me around the house. A little shadow if I must say.” Harry heard him chuckle to himself, “one summer I brought her to meet your father and Remus--didn’t tell her mother mind you. I nearly met my end at the hands of Druella’s wand when we returned that night.” It was as clear as if it were yesterday.

Young 14 year old Sirius with Y/n, aged six at the time, on his hip as they made their way to Diagon Alley to buy sweets she was not allowed to have. She instantly fell in love with James and Remus, as did the boys adore her. She was so different from her older sisters--who had graduated Hogwarts ages ago and were off with their own lives. Meaning the child was alone majority of the time with only the house elves tending to her. Her father worked and her mother did the bare minimum. That’s why Sirius would visit her often. To make sure she was okay. Y/n clinged to Sirius like a puppy. Much like that day where she begged to go with him to meet his friends. She wanted to explore the outside world her parents isolated her from.

Y/n didn’t display the blood mania her family was known for. And when her parents would preach it, the girl kept her attention on her dolls and drawing pictures with her crayons Sirius had smuggled her. The older cousin prayed she’d never turn out like them. Only he knew with the tensions of a certain Dark Wizard making rounds in London, Sirius feared for Y/n’s safety. And sanity. Especially after overhearing Bellatrix’s plans to begin teaching Y/n the dark arts before she entered Hogwarts.

If only Sirius took her away. Brought her to the safety of the Potters like she wanted. “You can’t leave, Sirius,” she cried, the now eight-year old grasping his pant leg to prevent him from leaving the house. Tears painted her chubby face. It broke his heart to see. “Please don’t leave me here--I-I’m scared of them. P-please, cousin. Take me with you!”

Oh how he wanted to. If he did then he’d save Y/n from her fate. From Bellatrix. From Voldemort. But a kidnapping charge he’d surely receive by taking Y/n Black away from her parents would have Sirius spend the rest of his life in Azkaban.

A reality he’d face years later for a different reason.

“What happened to her?” Harry’s voice brought him out his thoughts. The man shrugged his shoulders to shake off the tension in his muscles. A frown painted his features.

“She’s serving a life sentence in Azkaban.” It hurt him more to say it out loud. The reality had sunk in. As though it had been a dream the past 14 years. Sirius remembered how his heart dropped when the news spread of Y/n’s imprisonment. Bellatrix’s was no shock. He’d been hoping his deranged cousin would be locked away.

But his sweet baby cousin who cried when she saw her father yelling at the house elves. That he could’ve never imagined. Even when the headline on the Daily Prophet told him the truth in big, bold letters, ‘Life sentence for 15-year-old Death Eater, Y/n Black. Cousin of notorious mass murderer, Sirius Black and younger sister of Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange.’ Sirius didn’t believe for a second Y/n acted on her own accord.

“She was never like the rest of them,” He told Harry after a moment of silence. Noticing the boy’s worried look, Sirius softly shook his head. “My cousin is a rare case, Harry. A prime example of becoming everything she hated as a result of the circumstances around her. Not a day goes by where I don’t feel regret by not being there for her. Had I been so…,” he pictured what could’ve been, “She’d likely be here with us. The Order.”

Harry pictured it too. Sirius’s tone gives him indication that Sirius still cared for Y/n. Wishing fate had turned out different for her. For both of them.

Hermoine appeared moments later to announce they had to leave. Sirius ended the conversation with a promise to Harry that when all was over, they’d be a family again. Living in Grimmauld Place in peace. With a hug goodbye, Harry exited the room, but not before catching his Godfather gave one last glance to Y/n’s portrait.

Crouched in her cell, hands over her ears like they were most days, Y/n shook from the cold wind. Willing the voices in her head to disappear. A constant battle she faced everyday since the chains were first put on her. Some of them were the distant echo of Azkaban's prisoners below. Others she was sure she kept imagining.

The first two years Y/n cried every day. By the fifth year she stopped reacting to everything around her. Once the tenth year of her sentence passed, only a shell of her remained. Staring at the wall with her hands covering her ears. The same routine. Everyday.

But today was going to be different. The voices were louder than usual. Causing difficulty to keep them at bay.

Suddenly Y/n winced with a light shriek, a burning sensation erupting along her forearm. Gaze dropping down, the ink of where her dark mark laid bolded. The feeling intensified. Y/n didn’t know how to react. Only experiencing numbness at what it meant.

A loud explosion caught her attention on the left side of her cell. Followed by the maniacal laughter of her sister. Rising from her position, Y/n’s bare feet brushed against rocks and freezing water. Rats scurried past as she walked toward where the window of her cell had been. The wind grew stronger with each step, nearly sweeping her off balance.

When she breached the area responsible for the explosion, Y/n had a clear image of the sky above her. The ocean’s treacherous waves beneath her. And dementors flying rapidly in the distance. There was no stopping the smirk from painting her chapped lips. Her eyes that were normally empty pits of nothing, suddenly emerged with an emotion unable to contain.

She was free.

It was the only thing on his mind when he read the paper that morning. Plaguing his thoughts with a newfound fear. Everywhere he went that day Neville saw the headline, “Mass Breakout From Azkaban.” Following the names of the high security prisoners freed from its confines. On the front page below the headline, moving images of two women were enough to have some of the students shivering. Bellatrix, with her wild curly hair, appeared crazed. While the woman in the image beside her was in a state of despair. Neville shuddered when his eyes locked on hers. Y/n Black.

She couldn’t have appeared older than he was now. Fifteen.

Curiosity getting the best of him, Neville turned the page to read up more on the sisters. When he got to Y/n, Neville was shocked to learn the girl had been the youngest prisoner in Azkaban in its entire history. Aged fifteen, in her fifth year of Hogwarts. Juveniles were never sent to the hellish institution. Yet, due to the nature of her crimes and association to Voldermort, the Ministry bent laws to lock her up.

Reading the summary dedicated to her upbringing, Y/n had been sorted into Slytherin House at Hogwarts, skilled in Charms, and is alleged to be an Occulmens. It’s said she failed to return to Hogwarts during what would have been her fifth year. Not long after it was reported Y/n Black had been part of the group to torture esteemed Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom to gain information on Voldermort. Alongside her sister, Bellatrix, her brother-in-law, his brother and Barty Crouch Jr. During her arrest and trial, Y/n insisted she’d been forced to use the curse for fear the others would kill her.

Which was true. Bellatrix made it clear to the young Black what the consequences for stepping out of line would be.

But it wasn’t enough in the Ministry’s eyes. Not when the other Death Eaters, Bellatrix included, testified Y/n had complied with no resistance. And so the first juvenile, the youngest Death Eater, was locked away in Azkaban. The sentence: eternity.

Now she was free.

Later that day, during DA practice, Neville found himself in front of the mirror showing pictures and news articles relating to their cause. The others saying goodbye and making their way out of the Room of Requirement. Neville, however, remained. His stare on the image of the original Order of the Phoenix. His parents.

Harry came up beside him, neither addressing the other at first. Then, after a moment of silence and confidence, Neville confided in his friend.

“Fourteen years ago, a Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange and her sister, Y/n Black, used the Cruciatus Curse on my parents. They tortured them for information, but they never gave in.” Looking down at Harry, Neville added after a pause, “I’m quite proud to be their son, but…I’m not sure I’m ready for everyone to know just yet.”

Harry nodded, understanding what his friend was asking of him. Swearing to secrecy. “We’re gonna make them proud, Neville. That’s a promise.”

The Hall of Prophecies was dark. Eerie. The only light emitting from the group's wands and orbs lightly glowing in their stands. The group had rushed to the Ministry upon Harry’s vision Sirius had been taken hostage by Voldemort, tortured into telling him where the prophecy was. They were in for a shock when they arrived.

Sirius wasn’t there. Neither was Voldemort.

It was Neville who alerted the boy of the glass orb dedicated to him. Grasping it in his hand, the voice of Sybil Trelawney echoed through the silence, “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not…..and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives….”

“Harry!” he turned to his friends, finding them frozen as they stared at the figure approaching. Harry pushed past, standing in front of the group. The figure was masked by a silver face, cloaked from head to toe.

A Death Eater.

“Where’s Sirius?” Harry questioned him,his wand raised.

“You know you really should know how to tell the difference between dreams…..” the man removed his wand from a familiar cane, waving it in front of his face to remove the mask. Revealing none other than Lucius Malfoy. “And reality.” Everyone tensed, anxiety starting to consume them. “You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now hand me the prophecy.” Harry stood his ground.

“You do anything to us I’ll break it.”

Suddenly a maniacal laugh entered the scene. Intensifying their unease. The shadow of someone behind Lucius coming toward the dim lights. “He knows how to play. Itty. Bitty. Baby. Potter.” The group’s eyes landed on the face of one of the women plastered on every front page of the Daily Prophet. Neville was the first to address her.

“Bellatrix Lestrange.”

“Neville Longbottom, is it?” she mocked with a wicked smile, “How’s mom and dad?” Lucius rolled his eyes at her antics. Neville, however, was enraged.

“Better now that they’re about to be avenged.” In a split second he lifted his want, hoping to cast a spell on the one responsible for his parents torture. Harry was quick to stop him, just as Bellatrix raised her own wand to defend herself.

“Now let’s…” Lucius slowly held his hands up. “Everybody just calm down. Shall we?” The group lowered their wands slightly, but not completely. “All we want is that prophecy.”

“Why did Voldermort need me to come get this?”

“You dare speak his name?” Bellatrix’s eyes widened, appalled by the boy’s courage. “You filthy Half-blood!!”

Again, Lucius attempted to de-escalate the scene, “It’s all right, he’s just a curious lad. Aren’t you?”

Before anyone spoke another word, footsteps from the side filled their ears. “You know what they say about curiosity?” her voice was raspy and void of any emotion. Almost robotic. Harry slowly turned his head, mentally preparing himself to face his Godfather’s youngest cousin. Beside him, Neville paled. Unable to comprehend being in the same room as the Black sisters. It was suffocating.

Y/n Black’s expression matched her tone. Numb. An empty shell was the best description. Not even reacting when Harry pointed his wand in her direction. She simply stalked toward them, finishing her riddle, “It killed the cat. But….something tells me you might be the lucky bastard to live to see it, Harry Potter.”

“Nice of you to finally join us, Y/n,” Lucius narrowed his eyes, watching her move so she was now in between the duo and group. Harry’s wand merely a few centimeters from her chest. The glowing light illuminating her face.

Comparing her to the portrait on the Black Family Tree, Harry noticed all the striking differences. Of course, nearly 15 years had passed since Y/n was locked away in Azkaban. Her baby fat completely gone, likely due from the malnourishment prison had to offer. However, unlike her sister Bellatrix and Sirius before them, Y/n did not come across as a walking corpse. Much time hadn’t passed since her escape, yet she looked healthy. Teeth white and hair silky. Nails long and painted black. Skin blemish free save for a tiny scar on her lip. She was strikingly beautiful.

Harry then remembered reading in the paper that Y/n was skilled in charms. Rumored to have created her own during her time at Hogwarts. She probably had one to alter her appearance. And considering Bellatrix looked rather unsettling, either Y/n did not offer her talent or Bellatrix refused. Judging by Y/n’s reaction to her associates, it was the former.

She ignored Lucius, answering Harry’s question instead, “Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you, really.” Her brow raised slightly, “Surely Sirius told you. He’d be foolish not when he knows the Dark Lord desires it.”

Backing away from Harry, Y/n turned on her heel, nudging Lucius with her shoulder causing him to groan. Focusing back on the task at hand, the blonde narrowed his eyes on Harry. “Haven’t you always wondered what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord?” He moved closer, hands still raised. It was then the group noticed more Death Eaters surrounding them. “Why he was unable to kill you when you were just an infant?”

Bellatrix trailed behind Lucius. Their associates closing in on the students. Meanwhile Y/n stayed behind, not bothering to engage. Harry caught her gaze a few times, noting how disinterested she was by the entire ordeal.

“Don’t you want to know the secret of your scar?” Lucius captured his attention once more. “All the answers are there. In your hand.” Lucius encouraged Harry with a look, “All you have to do is give it to me, and I can show you everything.”

“I’ve waited fourteen years,” Harry said, aware of the approaching footsteps of the Death Eaters getting louder. Waiting for the perfect moment.

“I know.”

“I guess I can wait a little longer--Now!!” Simultaneously, the group all shouted, “Stupefy!!”

After a brief fight against the Death Eaters to escape the Hall of Prophecies, the group found themselves falling to what they thought was their death. At the last second, Hermoine casted Arresto Momentum to slow time for them to safely land, grunting as their bodies met the rock. Scanning their surroundings, Harry spotted an archway with an iridescent glow to it. As he moved closer, voices were heard. “Voices, can you tell what they're saying?”

Confused, Hermoine replied with what they were all thinking, “There aren’t any voices, Harry. Let’s get out of here.”

“I hear them too,” Luna spoke, staring at the arch in wonder. It was difficult to hear clearly what the voices were saying. But they grew louder with each step.

“Harry,” Hermoine pleaded, “it’s just an empty archway.” In the distance, the group heard the Death Eaters approaching. “Please, Harry.” Harry spun around with his wand raised.

“Get behind me!” They followed his order, ready to confront the oncoming threat. They unfortunately, however, were blindsided when the Death Eaters in their black smokey form attacked from behind. Grunts and gasps left the teens, Harry dropping to the ground, clutching the prophecy in his hand. About 15 seconds passed before he opened his eyes to discover he was alone.

Dread consumed him, the boy standing to find his friends. He found them several feet away and spaced out. In the hands of Death Eaters. Ginny and Luna to his right, the Weasley girl gripped at the collar by Y/n Black. Neville struggles against Bellatrix Lestrange, Ron and Hermoine manhandled by the Lestrange brothers. A dry chuckle captured Harry’s attention, watching Lucius Malfoy stroll up to where he stood.

“Did you actually believe, or were you truly naive enough to think….children stood a chance against us?” Lucius made eye contact with the wicked smile of Bellatrix, whereas he met Y/n’s vicious glare. Her hold on Ginny wasn’t as tight as the others, almost like she didn’t view the girl as a threat.

“I’ll make this simple for you, Potter,” Lucius held out his hand. “Give me the prophecy now….or watch your friends die.” Harry looked at his friends, their frightened gazes making his heart fall to his stomach.

“Don’t give it to him, Harry!” Neville shouts, only to be hushed by Bellatrix, who snaps her wand from his head to his neck forcefully.

The Boy who Lived draws his eyes to the glowing prophecy. As if to be contemplating his choices, but deep down knew what he had to do. His friends were more important. He couldn’t risk their lives over a tiny orb. Slowly, he lifted his hand and placed the object in Lucius’s awaiting one. A satisfied smirk appears on the blonde’s lips. He had succeeded in his mission.

Or so he thought.

Bright light filled the area, Harry’s eyes widening as he took in the sight of Sirius behind Lucius. Malfoy’s expression turned to one of pure shock, meeting Sirius’s angry one.

“Get away from my Godson.” And before Lucius could react, he was falling to the ground from the force of Sirius’s right hook. More bright lights entered, members of the Order arriving. Tonks, Lupin, Kingsley, and Mad-Eye.

In the chaos, the prophecy was thrown from Lucius’ hand, shattering as it hit the ground in a cloud of blue-green smoke. The man was in disbelief, and fear at what consequences awaited him.

Beyond him, Y/n released her hold on Ginny Weasley, slightly pushing her away causing the girl to stumble off the rocks. At that moment she met Sirius’ eyes for the first time in nearly 20 years. Their last encounter when he ran from home at 16, and Y/n only 8.

She watched the horror appear on his face. Lingering with regret. She could see him fighting with himself on how to react, she too was fighting that battle. Tears threatened to spill from both their eyes, Y/n’s bottom lip quivering. Overwhelmed by the reunion.

Where they were on opposite sides.

His expression read, ‘I won’t fight you, cousin,” which was enough for the woman to turn on her heel and drop to the ground. Ignoring Sirius shouting her name, Y/n leaned against the rock, waiting for an opportunity to run. Above her Sirius and Harry were dueling Malfoy and Rabastan Lestrange. Bellatrix was being trailed in the air by their niece, Nymphadora Tonks, her diabolical laugh echoing against the walls.

A curse flew past her, hitting the rock causing Y/n to spin around where she met Lupin’s startled eyes. “Y/n….” the tone of his voice indicated he was surprised to see her. Likely assuming she’d been someone else. The werewolf always had a soft spot for the young Black. Thinking about the times she tagged along with them in Diagon Alley. Or when Sirius brought her to the Potter house and the two played with her in their animagi form to keep her entertained.

Now here she was with the enemy. A completely different person plagued with darkness. Lupin sighed, laced with despair, “Oh, love…what’ve they done to you?” Somehow that question was enough to send Y/n into a whirlpool of rage. How dare he say those words to her. When the Order had every opportunity to remove her from the Black household. When they could’ve placed her in hiding like James and Lily. Anything, to prevent the Death Eaters from claiming her.

“What you all failed to save me from.”

Before they knew it the two were dueling. Flashes of light leaving their wands, dodging those sent by the other. Despite Y/n spending half her life in prison with little combat experience under her belt, she was keeping up with Remus quite well. He noted the woman had yet to send a killing curse his way. Come to think of it, it appeared she was avoiding it all together. Unlike her associates who were not shy to use it.

“It doesn’t have to be this way, Y/n,” Remus attempted to convince her to yield. Ducking when she shot a curse at his head.

Scoffing, the woman spat, “Foolish for you to think such, Remus.” Her next attempt to get him away with a curse was more forceful, “I know how this dance between us ends, and I’d rather be sent to hell itself than be chained in Azkaban once more. So either man up and kill me, or turn away so I can get the hell out of here.”

Remus became conflicted, “You know I can’t do that.” He referred to both options. Not having the strength or heart to kill his best friend's niece whom he once adored. But also not allowing her to escape.

“Shame then,” she hissed, “I’ll try not to make this hurt.” After much struggle, where Remus had the upper hand in the dool, Y/n managed to send him flying back several feet, taking her chance to run to the nearest doorway.

“Avada Kedavra!!” Bellatrix’s voice made her feeze, turning around in time to see the green light hit their cousin straight in the chest.

It was as if time had stopped. All fighting ceased. Y/n heard a loud gasp--a scream, realizing moments later she was the one responsible for it. Hand raising to cover her mouth. Frozen as she watched Sirius fall back into the archway. Disappearing forever.

The silence was then interrupted by Harry’s wails. Held by Remus, he fought against him as though he wanted to join his Godfather. Y/n remained still. Processing what just happened.

Sirius was dead. Her sister killed him.

Y/n had to get out of there. No doubt the Aurors were alerted. They’d be arriving any second.

Witnessing Harry take off after Bellatrix, Y/n met Remus’ eyes. The man silently pleading to her, completely distraught over the death of his best friend. With James and Sirius dead and Peter’s betrayal to Voldemort, he was alone.

Y/n shook her head, unable to face him any longer. Instead of running into the main lobby of the Department of Ministries, the Death Eater looked up and allowed the black smoke to consume her, flying away from the Order. Her associates followed suit.

When the Minister and Aurors entered the lobby to the horrifying scene, they understood the future became plagued with an unavoidable truth.

The night officially marked the beginning of the Second Wizarding War.

Rain pelted against the ground, falling from the gray clouds painting the sky. Strolling down alleyways of London, three sisters in black were on a mission to locate a certain home. Hiding behind corners whenever cars and people passed by. The one leading the trio was the reason for this side quest. Meanwhile the one falling back voiced opposition. For the youngest in the middle, she was rather bored. Not caring what would come out of this meeting.

If Y/n were honest, she just hated getting her outfit soaked.

“Cissy, you can’t do this,” Bellatrix hissed, trailing after her sisters. “He can’t be trusted.”

“The Dark Lord trusts him,” Naricssa rebutted, not sparing her a glance. Y/n simply rolled her eyes.

“The Dark Lord’s mistaken.”

“Shhh,” Y/n interrupted. While she may agree with Bellatrix to some degree, she knew better than to question his judgment aloud. Anyone could be lurking.

Children’s laughter filled their ears, the sisters leaning against the brick walls until they passed. Once clear, they turned the corner and knocked on the door. Waiting for him to answer.

Instead of Snape, the trio were greeted by Wormtail--who was visibly surprised to see them on the steps of Snape’s home. Y/n gave one death glare to the man and he immediately opened the door fully to let them inside. Water droplets fell from their coats, Y/n waved her wand to dry herself, feeling satisfied with a low ‘hmm’.

Wormtail escorted them to the library, where Snape sat in a chair reading the Daily Prophet. Folding the paper, the sisters were greeted by his blank stare. “Run along, Wormtail.” With a flick of his wrist Wormtail was pushed out, door slamming in his face. Y/n smirked, overlooking Snape with a raised brow.

He matched her gaze, the two in silent conversation. Like they each had their secrets the other knew of…

In that moment Y/n thought back to the moment she and Snape reunited after her escape from Azkaban. Neither were fools to the other's facade. Both able to mask it with their talents in both Legilimency and Occlumency.

“I know your true intentions, Severus. You are not part of his cause anymore and haven’t been for fifteen years. Do not stand there and lie to me, I don’t take kindly to liars.”

“Make no mistake then, Y/n, you also have motives not aligned with the Dark Lord. You do not care who wins this battle, only that your freedom is the outcome. He’d not take kindly to your…..deception.”

“Then I guess this means you and I….have a lot to lose if we are not careful. I’ll say no word. I expect you to do the same.”

“You have yourself a deal.”

Wine was poured, Y/n and Narcissa seated in chairs while Snape and Bellatrix remained standing. The eldest sister pacing along the fireplace. Narcissa was the first to speak, “I-I-I know I am not to be here,” Pausing she shot Y/n a hesitant look, which was ignored. “The Dark Lord, himself, forbade me to speak of this--.”

“If the Dark Lord has forbidden it, you are not to speak--but it down, Bella, we mustn’t touch what isn’t ours,” Annoyed, the woman placed the object back on the mantel. Giving Snape a look of, ‘there, happy?’ He turned back to Narcissa, “As it so happens, I’m aware of your situation, Narcissa.”

“You?” Bellatrix narrowed her eyes, “The Dark Lord told you.”

Snape briefly glanced at Y/n, “Your sister doubts me.” The woman smirked.

“She doubts everyone,” she felt Bellatrix’s glare, paying no mind. “It’s not personal.”

“Understandable. Over the years I’ve played my part well--so well I’ve deceived one of the greatest wizards of all time.” Y/n sipped her wine to hide the smirk on her face.

For she knew exactly who he was referring to.

Unlike Bellatrix who simply snorted. Snape dismissed her remark, “Dumbledore is a great wizard. Only a fool would question it.”

Y/n examined her wine, acting like it was the most curious thing in the room. Rather bored by the conversation and Snape’s persistence of convincing her sisters of his motives. Bellatrix obviously had her suspicions. Narcissa, however, took the bait.

“I don’t doubt you, Severus.”

“You should be honored, Cissy,” Bellatrix told her. “As should Draco.” Of course her deranged self would see it that way. 16 year-old Draco tasked with the difficult mission to assassinate Dumbledore at Hogwarts. Punishment for Lucius for failing Voldemort too many times. The most recent being the damn prophecy he was to fetch.

Y/n couldn’t help but feel smug at the Malfoys predicament. Lucius deserved all he got. And while Narcissa may have been her sister, Y/n harbored enough anger and resentment to not feel sympathy for her. Draco was the only one innocent in the matter.

Narcissa’s face fell at Bellatrix’s words, pleading to Snape with her eyes, “He’s just a boy.”

“I cannot change the Dark Lord’s mind,” that was true. Nothing could alter Voldermort’s decision once it was made. Snape did have an idea, “But it might be possible for me to help Draco.”

That was enough for Narcissa. The woman rising from her seat, “Severus--.” She was cut off by Bellatrix.

“Swear to it. Make the unbreakable vow.” She moved toward them, circling Severus as her tone turned to mockery, “It’s just empty words.” Now Narcissa’s face read she wanted the same. Bellatrix continued, “He’ll give it his best, but when it matters most,” her chin rested on his shoulder, whispering in his ear. “He’ll just slither back into his hole. Coward,” she ended as she passed him.

Y/n stared at her associate, watching his reaction carefully. It was obvious the insult poked deep in his core. Though Snape did not let it show.

“Take out your wand.”

The sisters were pleased. Visibly showing this as they looked at each other. Y/n stood from her chair, moving closer as Narcissa and Snape held each other's wrists. Bellatrix withdrew her wand, allowing the glowing strands to encompass their hands.

“Will you, Severus Snape, watch over Draco Malfoy as he attempts to fulfill the Dark Lord’s wishes?”

“I will.”

Water glossed over Narcissa’s eyes, Bellatrix continued, “And will you, to the best of your abilities,” her chin rested this time on Narcissa’s shoulder, the two staring him down like a hawk. Y/n sipped her glass, leaning her head against Narcissa’s other shoulder, smirking slightly at the scene. “Protect him from harm?”

“I will.”

Bellatrix walked so she was directly in front of Snape, “And, if Draco should fail…will you yourself, carry out the deed the Dark Lord has ordered Draco to perform?” The pause was longer, Narcissa practically shaking making Y/n move away.

Finally, Snape made the last vow, “I will.”

The glowing strands disappeared, leaving scars on the two. A permanent reminder of the promise made. To protect Draco from harm and finish the job if it came to it.

Otherwise, the Devil would visit Snape earlier than planned.

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friends, best friends, friends in love

- draco malfoy -

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin Reader

Summary: Two friends in love, eventually confessing.

Warnings: Jealousy, Hiding Feelings but with a happy ending.

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: It’s my first time writing, feel free to give feedbacks & request.

Slytherin common room was quiet on this particular night, saved for the sound of the fire crackling in the fireplace. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm, flickering light on the walls.

Y/N was sitting, peacefully by the fire all on her own until she heard his voice.

“Y/N”

With a look full of hesitation, she stared right into those grey eyes.

Oh, those grey eyes…

“Hey Draco!”

“What are you doing up this late?”

“Nothing, couldn’t sleep.”

“Come on, go to your dorm, don’t make me take any points from my own house.” Draco said, laughing.

“But I can’t sleep.” Y/N responded.

“My friends are such pain in the ass.”Draco whispered.

Yeah, your friend.

Y/N giggled.

Just when they were headed to stairs which led the way to their dorms, a familiar face appeared.

“Oh, hi Theo.” Y/N said to him.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, this night is never going to end does it?” Asked Draco, looking tired.

“And goodnight to you too, Draco.” said Theo.

“I’m going to the Astronomy Tower, care to join?” Theo asked to both.

“Why not?” Y/N answered, hoping Draco would come.

“As your prefect I should lead you guys to your dorms, but as your friend I could really use a calming time with you guys.” Answered Draco.

Friend. There was that word again.

“Actually, I remembered that I have Snape’s potions in the morning and I could really use some sleep.” Y/N said without knowing why she wanted to get away from them- oh actually, Draco. Poor Theo had nothing to do with it. In fact he was always nice to Y/N, he was always a gentleman.

“As you wish.” Theo said.

“Are you sure?” Draco asked to Y/N.

“Yeah” Y/N answered, forcing a yawn to make believe she is sleepy.

She headed to girls dorm without looking back.

When she entered into her dorm room, Pansy and Daphne were already sleeping.

She looked at herself in the mirror, wondering why everytime Draco called her “a friend” her heart was shattered into pieces.

Y/N was distant to Draco lately. She was avoiding him at all costs. Whenever they sit together at a class, she would always ignore him, not in an arrogant way but in an cold way. Draco -being the smartest boy Y/N has ever seen- has started to realize this. He has been sensing that Y/N was drawing herself away from him for some time now.

But Y/N was forgetting something, she was the first person for Draco to come when he was feeling down. She was the first person that Draco writes to every summer. She was practically Draco’s closest but he never addressed her anything other than friend.

To him, “Draco and she was friends, nothing more. They just hang in the same group. Y/N was a friend to Draco as much as she was to Theo or Blaise.” Y/N thought to herself.

Y/N wanted to tell Draco how she felt, how she was longing for his touch without knowing how it feels, how she needs him. But there was too much at stake. She could lose Draco forever, she could lose the bond between them forever. So she decided to keep things to herself and keep her distance from Draco.

With so much going on in her head, Y/N went to her bed and fell asleep quickly.

Next morning wasn’t any different than others. The sun was shining into girls shared dorm.

“Oh! I can’t find my tie!” shouted Pansy in a hurry.

“Just check your desk, I saw it there last night.” said Daphne.

“Found it!” Pansy shouted again.

Y/N was still half asleep when Daphne came to her side and reminded her that if she didn’t want detention from Snape, she should be up in a minute.

She got ready in a hurry, causing her to forget her potions book in her dorm.

Girls entered the Great Hall for breakfast.

“Well, well, well.. If these aren’t the princesses of Slytherin.” Blaise said in a flirty tone.

“Morning.” said Theo.

And a simple smile from Draco.

Y/N smiled to Draco back and rolled her eyes to Blaise.

“Was he always like that?” Y/N asked. “Because if he was, I should really consider my friend choices.” she said in a laughy tone.

“Oh, if you call that a flirting, you should have seen Draco last night in the Astronomy Tower.” Theo said.

Of course, they weren’t alone. Of course, Theo was going to meet up with a girl last night and Draco wanted some company, as well.

“Shut it already Theo.” said Draco.

“Who is it this time Draco?” asked Pansy.

“Yes, tell us who the lucky lady was.” added Daphne.

Y/N was holding her tears back, not only because of Draco’s new girl but also she couldn’t believe how easily Draco affected her. He goes around flirting with other girls and Y/N ends up the one being hurt. How unfair Y/N thought to herself.

Y/N had seen nothing but pure love between her parents. She was raised the best way possible. Indeed, she was a pure blood, she came from a wealthy family - why else would Draco befriend her?- and she was pretty. She could pull of any guy she wanted. Any guy but him.

She could get any guy wrapped around her finger, any guy but the one with the grey eyes.

However, it was kind of funny how she was oblivious to Draco’s feelings. She meant everything to him, he would take her in a heartbeat if she said yes. His whole world revolving around her. Draco was the one to keep his feelings bottled up, that was for sure. But still, the fact that he cares about Y/N more than any other girl was obvious.

“Y/N?” asked Pansy.

No answer.

“Y/N!!??”

“Oh, sorry.” Y/N said.

“But you missed all the fun, Draco couldn’t even remember that girl’s name.” Said Pansy.

And just seconds later, everyone burst into laughter.

“Yeah poor girl must be thinking of Draco right now, but he doesn’t even remember her name.” said Daphne, giggling.

“ For Merlin’s sake! I only flirted with her so Theo could have his time with that girl’s friend.” Draco said in a serious tone staring to Y/N.

“Good boy, aren’t you?” said Y/N in a condescending tone which made Draco angrier.

It was safe to say that Draco stared into Y/N’s soul for a time which felt like an eternity for both.

Only if he knew what Y/N would do to be the one that Draco flirted- even if it is all fake.

“So now it is a staring contest?” asked Blaise laughing.

“No. And I dont even have the time for your - and I mean ALL of you- stupid crushes.” Y/N said.

“What? What crush are you talking about?” asked Draco.

“Shit! I must have left my potions book in my dorm” Y/N said. She was headed for dorm room.

Not long after, Y/N was pulled into an empty classroom.

“WHA-“ Y/N’s shout was interrupted.

“What is wrong with you?” asked Draco.

“I don’t know what you are talking abo-“ she was interrupted again.

“Oh, cut the bullshit already! You ditch on me and Theo last night and you have been off all morning?” asked Draco.

“I- erm- I am really worried about Snape’s class you know?” she lied.

“So this is what it’s all about.” said Draco. “I thought you were mad at me or something.” he added.

“You have been distant lately. It’s like one minute you are the center of the conversation, and you are gone in the next.” Draco said, worried.

“Told you, I have been struggling with potions.”

That was the best I could come up with? She thought to herself. I must be a disgrace to the house of Slytherin.

“I will help you, okay? Meet me in the library after dinner.” said Draco.

“No- I mean you dont have to.” she said.

“No, I need to fix whats bothering my best friend.” Draco winked.

Your WHAT? Now, we are best friends. If there is something worse than being friends with him existed then it would totally be being best friends with him.

“Come on, we need to get to class.” Added Draco.

Potions was boring for Y/N. Until Snape assigned the homework. A homework which was needed to be done with partners.

“I will assign your partners this time.” said Snape.

“Miss Granger, you are with Mr Longbottom.”

“Miss Y/L/N, you are with…..

“Mr Malfoy” Y/N prayed.

“Mr. Potter.” Snape said.

The anger in Draco’s eyes was visible, if not, it was felt by every single person in class. However, no one dared to state the obvious.

“Oh shit. Now it is getting interesting.” Blaise said to Theo.

“Yeah, just wait till the class is over and Draco starts whining about it.” said Theo.

As Harry walked closer to Y/N, Draco was already watching them.

Y/N and Harry greeted and started to talk about the project.

Whenever Y/N looked to Draco, he was already watching her.

But this time something was different. Draco’s eyes was not filled with the warmth that Y/N was used to see, instead it was filled with something she couldn’t name.

It was jealousy. So much jealousy that he could explode any minute now.

Slytherin group was already gone when Y/N and Potter realized that the class is over. As a matter of fact, everyone was gone and they were alone in the classroom.

“I must have lost the track of time.” said Y/N to Potter.

“Yeah. Seems we both did.” he agreed.

They rushed to outside.

“If Potter is that interesting, you can always go be his friend.” said Draco to Y/N. He has been standing outside the classroom waiting for Y/N, this whole time.

“What? We were just talking about the project.” said Y/N.

“Yeah? That must be the reason you couldn’t care to join your friends when leaving the class.” Draco said, angrily.

“Oh, possesiveness is a trait of yours, isn’t it?” Y/N asked mocking.

“Potter is my red line. Do. Not. Cross. It.” Draco said in the most serious tone possible, grabbing Y/N’s wrist.

“Too bad, he. İs my. Partner” Y/N said jokingly.

Little did they both knew, they had already crossed the red line in each other’s hearts.

“So, why do I even need to mix these things?”

“Like what on earth am I going to need these potion for?” Y/N asks, pretending to be oblivious to keep her lie going.

“Just try to memorize the ingredients and you will be okay.” Draco assured.

“Okay.” said knowing everything Draco has been telling her since the minute one.

“By the way, I really don’t understand why you stress over potions. You are the smartest witch I know.” said Draco lifting his eyebrows.

“I don’t know, it is not the class that stresses me, it is the professor. Snape is tense, you know?” Y/N shouted another lie.

“What? He is practically one of your father’s best friends. They’ve known each other since they were what? Like 11?” Draco asked.

“Yeah but still, he was always so intimidating.” Was Y/N’s answer.

“Truth to be told, I am his favourite, but you are not so bad yourself.” He said laughing.

“Well, I know he likes us, he is better to us than others.” Y/N said agrreing.

“See? He’s not so bad after all.” Draco said.

Rest of their study session went on as a chat session. Things was always so easy and calming between Y/N and Draco.

“Merlin, I missed talking to you about anything-“ Draco was interrupted by Y/N “Let’s leave, I have to check Gullygum.” Said Y/N, Anything to avoid this confrontation she thought.

“Gullygum? As your cat?”

“Yeah Draco, how many other Gullygums do you know of?” teased Y/N as she was packing her things.

The night was calm. As they were headed to Slytherin common room together the only sound which can be heard was their footsteps. As they pass by the torches lining the walls, the flickering light casts shadows that seem to dance across their faces. The sound of Draco’s breathing and the rustle of Y/N’s clothing as they walk creates a gentle white noise, as if the whole world has fallen away and it's just the two of them.

“So.” Draco said breaking the silence.

“Now tell me, why have you been so distant lately. And don’t ever think about lying to me because it is obvious you have no problem with classes.” Draco asked.

“Oh for fucks sake Draco, everything is fine. Friends don’t push each other like that.” Y/N stated, emphasizing the word friends.

“Yeah, friends.” whispered to himself Draco. But Y/N didn’t hear a thing for she was so tired with Draco pushing her to confess.

As the first beams of sunlight filtered through the small windows of the Slytherin dungeons, the house's green and silver shades appeared to come to life.

“Wake up! Today’s the day!” Daphne shouted to Pansy and Y/N.

“What day?” Y/N asked, half asleep.

“Are you serious? You forgot about it?” Pansy asked her.

“About what?”

“About the PARTY YOU SILLY!” Daphne shouted.

Oh, shoot. It’s today! The party which was organized by Daphne and Pansy, the party they couldn’t stop talking about.

The girls were already headed to Great Hall when Y/N was done dressing up.

As usual, the boys of Slytherin was waiting for their princesses at the table.

Pansy and Daphne wouldn’t stop talking about the party, how they have been planning this for weeks if not months.

In the middle of their conversation, an owl dropped a box to Y/N. The box had a letter.

You deserve the world. We love & miss you.

Mom & Dad.

And the letter made Y/N realize how homesick she was. She loved Hogwarts, she loved her friends and she loved her Draco but something about her parent’s letter made her miss her home. Maybe it was how the words they use reminded Mr and Mrs. Y/L/N’s relationship to their daughter. They had something Y/N admired. One day she dreams of having with Draco.

“Will you open it already?” said Blaise.

“Oh, let me just-“ she was interrupted by Pansy.

“OH. MY. GOD.” shouted Pansy.

“THAT MUST HAVE COST A FORTUNE.” said Daphne in a shock.

“This is so nice.” Said Draco.

“Aww, thank you guys. I must write them back as soon as I can.” Said Y/N heading towards the exit of the Great Hall.

“I envy how your father cares about you. I guess it is different when you are a girl.” Says a familiar voice.

“OH- You scared me.” Said Y/N shaking.

“Just cool darling.” Said Draco.

“I got this memory of us kids in my head. When we both fell of our broomsticks how your father ran towards you and mine just mocked me.” Said Draco.

“Oh, Dray, I’m sure you are remembering wrong.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, maybe.” Draco said.

The rest of the day went on as usual, the classes and stuff. In the evening there was a rush in girls dorm. Y/N had already picked her dress and she was getting ready for the party when she heard a knock on the door.

“Do you think you can help me with my tie- WHOA.. You look..erm- pretty.” Said Draco. “Heavenly” he whispered to himself.

“Oh, thank you. Yes I sure can.” Y/N said leaning towards him.

There was an undeniable tension and chemistry between them. Their lips were just inches apart. Draco’s grey eyes were fixated on Y/N’s eyes. The more they stay this close, the more Y/N’s hand shook. This was the closeness they were both longing for. It was almost like Draco didn’t want to let her go. Almost.

“So, I was thinking that we can go to party together since I am already here.” Said Draco.

“Yeah, yeah let me just grab my purse.” Y/N agreed.

The Slytherin common room was transformed into a grand party hall, decorated with green and silver banners, glittering streamers, and shining orbs that floated above the dance floor. The room was alive with the sound of music, laughter, and clinking of glasses, as the students of Slytherin danced and chatted, all in their finest clothes. The grand staircase leading to the upper levels of the castle provided the perfect stage for the hosts to make their grand entrance, clad in their finest robes and basking in the admiration of their guests. It was a Slytherin party atmosphere unlike any other, full of luxury, power, and excitement.

Draco instinctively put his hand on Y/N’s back, like he wanted to show everyone who she belonged to. Y/N was shivering for she was longing Draco’s touch for some time now.

Not so long after, a group of Slytherins decided to play the game of spin the bottle. Y/N and Draco were among the group, both secretly hoping the bottle would point to each other.

As the game progressed, the bottle spun round and round, landing on various members of the group. Finally, it was Y/N’s turn. The bottle spun and spun, seeming to take forever to come to a stop. When it finally did, it was pointed towards Cedric Diggory, who grinned eagerly.

Without a second thought, Cedric leaned in for a kiss. Y/N closed her eyes, allowing the kiss to happen.

Draco, who had been watching the entire thing with a scowl, could feel his anger about to boil over. He didn't know why he felt so strongly about Y/N , but he did, and seeing her kiss someone else fueled a fire deep within him.

“My turn.” said Blaise eagerly.

“I am going to call it a night.” said Draco not even glancing a side eye to Y/N.

Guilt was growing inside Y/N’s heart. But she didn’t have any choice. It was all a game after all.

Rest of the party was a usual Slytherin party. With the shock of Draco leaving the party so early, Y/N decided to call it a night, as well.

Next morning, Y/N wanted to see if Draco is doing okay. So before heading to Great Hall for breakfast she decided to stop by Draco’s dorm.

As she knocked on the door, a girl she didn't recognize opened the door of Draco's room.

“Hello?” She asked

“Who is it?” Draco shouted.

“Um-I wanted to-um…” Y/N was stunned. For a moment, she thought she can actually heart the breaking noise of her heart.

Draco came to the door and when he saw Y/N standing, he was frozen. It was clear that he spent the night with this girl.

“We can talk later.” Said Y/n, heartbroken, and jealous at the same time.

She was holding her tears back while walking to Great Hall. Not angry but heartbroken.

Just when she sat to breakfast, she felt a familiar voice approaching.

“Hey, Y/N.” said Cedric.

“Hi Cedric.” said Y/N.

“Is not that the guy she kisses last night?” asked Blaise.

Daphne nodded.

“Can I talk to you in private?” Cedric asked.

“Sure.”

They were headed to the exit of the Great Hall when Y/N felt Draco’s eyes on her when he was walking by.

“So, what is it that you want to ask?” Y/N said.

“I know this might sound ridicolus but I can’t stop thinking about our kiss last night. I was wondering if you would like yo go on a date with me?” “If you would give us the chance to get to know each other better.” Asked Cedric, hesitation can be seen from all over his face.

With the jealousy and broken heart, Y/N didn’t even think for a moment.

“ Yes Cedric.” she smiled.

“Oh, I’m happy now. I will pick you up after dinner tomorrow, so we can go for a drink at Hogsmeade?”

“Sounds like the perfect date.” nodded Y/N.

It clearly was an impulsive decision. It. Clearly. Was. Cedric didn’t even catch Y/N’s attention for once. Except last night, when she had to kiss him. She didn’t had the choice unlike Draco. Draco had the choice to not drag a girl to his dorm.

“What did he want?” Asked Pansy.

“A date.” Y/N answered.

“ A DATE?” Pansy shouted. “Not a chance” she added.

“Actually, I-“ Y/N was imterrupted.

“ Oh no you didn’t” Pansy said.

“ Sure as hell, I did.” Y/N said walking to class.

The next day went on as quickly. Y/N was getting ready for her date when it crossed her mind that she hadn’t seen Draco over a day. For them, it was a record. They were practically inseperable. Not so long ago, at least.

Y/N was headed to Great Hall to meet Cedric when she looked up and saw Draco, Theo and Pansy was sitting by the fireplace just chatting casually.

“Ready for you date?” Pansy asked which caused Draco to look at Y/N angrily.

“What date?” Theo responded.

“Oh, didn’t you hear, she is going on a date with Diggory,” Pansy answered.

“Lucky man got to steal our girl, didn’t he Draco?” Said theo.

Draco didn’t respond, he just nodded. As far as anyone can see, he was devastated.

As Y/N got back from her date, it was already pass midnight. The castle was so quiet as she walked to the dungeons of Slytherin. Y/N opened the door to the common room, only to find out Draco sitting where she left him hours ago.

The fireplace crackling sound in the midnight echoes throughout the empty Slytherin common room, adding an eerie quality to the scene. The pops and crackles of the fire seem to reverberate off the walls, creating an almost hypnotic rhythm that feels both calming and unsettling.

Did he waited for her to get back from her date?

As he waits, he stares into the flames, lost in thought. The sound of the fire is the only thing that breaks the silence of the room, and it's as if the fire is the only company he has.

The sound of the fire crackling is also a reminder of the late hour, creating a sense of intimacy and secrecy that seems fitting for the moment.

As Draco waits for you to return, the sound of the fire crackling grows softer and more gentle. It's as if the fire is signaling that something new is about to happen, that a new chapter is about to begin.

“I know I messed up.” said Draco in a rather sad voice.

“I know it should have been me who took you on this date.” he added.

The sound of the fire becomes louder and more chaotic, mirroring the rush of feelings that Y/N is experiencing. It crackles and pops, adding a layer of intensity to the moment. The flames seem to grow brighter, casting an orange glow across the room and making everything feel more dramatic.

Despite the chaos of the fire, Draco's words are clear and heartfelt.

“I know it should have been me who gets to call you his girlfriend.” he finally looked up to Y/N who was in a total shock.

“Draco” she whispered.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.” he whispered. “I have always loved you and only you.”

“And I love you Draco Malfoy.” she added. “I have always waited for you and only you.”

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starstruckmoony · 1 year

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style.

masterlist

pairing - sirius black x fem!reader

summary - you and sirius start dating after accidentally running into each other at a concert but confirm nothing, just to watch everyone lose their shit online.

trope/tags - band/celeb!au, instagram/social media!au, modern!au, fluff, terrible humour

word count - 1k

warnings - language

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

yourusername

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yourusername mirror's dirty but i felt pretty

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starmanblack damn smash

yourusername thirsty mf

starmanblack you're not wrong

cissy_blck i promise i'm cooler than your boyfriend

luciusssy i love you too bae

cissy_blck 🥰

bartyyy can you sign my house?

yourusername i'll see what i can do

lily_evans UMMMMMM MOTHER?

mmmckinnon mommy.

prongsyboy mama?

starmanblack PRONGS

user128836 i don't know the colour of anything

user702655 YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND????

user358991 sirius said smash and i agree

user073823 the only man we trust

user662627 i'm gonna clown so hard but why did half of sirius family like this post?

user491175 i almost sent a thirst tweet

starmanblack

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starmanblack boyfriend vibes 😩

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yourusername very real

starmanblack i'm flattered

yourusername you better be

yourusername you still smell like horse tho

starmanblack go away

prongsyboy did you tell him i said hi?

starmanblack i got you his autograph

mmmckinnon you didn't even tag the photographer smh

starmanblack why are you offended in the name of the photographer?

mmmckinnon i'm just defending my wifey

casmeadowes i wasn't there???

user075764 DATE ME

user246766 you single?

user113388 he's dating y/n l/n

user300722 i volunteer to take your bf photos 🤚

user943534 CONFIRM THE RUMOURS I'M BEGGING

user855465 y/n has a boyfriend and you just put boyfriend in the caption so i'll live in delusion from now on

user464646 i wanna be a horse

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yourusername london, i'm speechless. i had the most amazing time with all of you last night and i can't wait to perform for you again 💞 hearing you guys sing your hearts out with me was truly magical, thank you sooo much and i love love love every single one of you 💕 also! a special thanks that friend group from the first row who gave me a bunch of plushies, my heart is extra happy 😚

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starmanblack i was there, i can confirm

yourusername I COULDN'T SEE YOU IN THE CROWD AT FIRST AND I GOT SO SAD

starmanblack lol i love you sm

starmanblack my guitar fits your aesthetic nicely

yourusername i know right?!? me and her were meant to be

marymacdonald when i say best concert of my life i mean it

yourusername i don't deserve you

bartyyy first row seats hmghnhm 😩

yourusername perks of dating the photographer

ev.rosier you're welcome bartemius

user201010 i cried ugly tears

user927161 i formally apologise to the people who were near me 💀

user472738 ARE Y'ALL SEEING THIS??? THEY'RE DEFO DATING

user928312 YOU PLAYED MY FAVOURITE SONG AND I WASN'T THERE 😭😭😭

user446286 one of those plushies was from meeeee

user018381 lost my voice but it feels so right

starmanblack

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starmanblack ok.

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yourusername he loves you

starmanblack he bit my converse

yourusername it was an act of love

starmanblack AND HE STOLE ONE OF MY DOCS

yourusername IT. WAS. AN. ACT. OF. LOVE.

yourusername bet you deserved that

starmanblack you were just saying he loves me?

yourusername was i though?

vance_emm what in the gaslighting hell is going on above me?

r.a.black wdym? i'm loving it

user242539 i've yet to see a normal picture of this little guy

user301453 THE BICKERING LMAOOO

user463646 HELP HE'S VIOLATING YOU

user857433 he's in his reputation era

user302770 THIS DOG PLS

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celeb_gossip a scandal is on its way! 👀 there's been word on the street that sirius black and y/n l/n have had a little something going on since the beginning of the year, and we are almost certain that this isn't just another case of senseless rumours. 🙈 other than constantly interacting with one another on social media, the two have been pictured entering l/n's apartment after what seemed like a romantic night out. 😌 several sources can prove that the couple has been caught in ways that scream everything BUT platonic, and we deem them quite credible. 😉 but in the light of all of this, the two singers haven't said anything. what do you think? 🤔 are they secretly together? 🤭 or are they secretly laughing at all of us? 😶 leave your opinion in the comments! 😘

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user438185 oH

user019570 EVERYBODY STAY CALM

user837999 i hope they sue you lol

user262626 they're defo laughing at us

user823715 THE POWER THESE TWO WOULD HOLD AS A COUPLE

user192072 LMAO THEY'D BREAK THE INTERNET IF THEY CONFIRMED IT

user137753 get a life wtf

user020191 pretty sure they're together

user647275 this is out of line

user244411 nah cause paps should be illegal

user302906 I NEED THEM TO SAY SOMETHING I'M LITERALLY FREAKING OUT

user522727 dunno but i want whatever they have going on

yourusername

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yourusername tea pages are saying that i'm dating this weirdo 🤪

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starmanblack people just love being funny

yourusername making me shed tears

starmanblack you could have found a better picture at least 🙄

yourusername fym? this is top tier stuff

starmanblack you're not getting your shades back

yourusername funny 🤣 i'll steal them back today 😐

vance_emm yeah and i'm a hamster

marymacdonald you kind of look like one though 🥺

mmmckinnon LMAOOOOO

starmanblack not you talking

mmmckinnon lmaoing ≠ talking

user283800 guess this confirms it ☹

user916373 WHY DO REG AND SIRIUS' COUSINS KEEP LIKING ALL YOUR POSTS THIS MAKES ME CONFUSEDDDD

user758234 does this mean you're free to date me?

user424116 YOU'RE TROLLING US

user021725 double meaning? (pls say sike i'm desperate)

user024477 calling sirius up rn

user555641 GUYS THERE'S STILL HOPE MAYBE THEY'RE JOKING AROUND

user828295 okay but does it actually matter 💀

starmanblack

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starmanblack feeding the paps

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yourusername bet they're still starving

starmanblack we should make out and post it

yourusername twitter will go CRAZYYY

yourusername we look dead tho

starmanblack i reckon it's the cheap wine

yourusername you calling me poor?

starmanblack 😇

prongsyboy i still don't get how or why you had my glasses

starmanblack aesthetic purposes

xeno_lovegood that's cute 🤩

starmanblack facts ong fr fr

cissy_blck reggie's sil

bellatrixieb i'm so jealous

user472721 I WANT

user882923 I CAN'T DECIDE WHO THE LUCKY ONE IS

user382541 NAUR STOP MESSING WITH US

user773724 WHATTGEDHQUXJQDJJQSJJW

user482972 OH MY GOD?????????

user362613 narcissa's comments making me all hopeful

user924474 I'M SO STRESSED

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teacup-gathering-itself · 7 months

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Narcissa and Lucius’ Unbreakable Vow story is so fuckin funny to me.

So you’ve got Narcissa, realizing that she should be married off soon, and then realizing the reason she hasn’t been married off yet or at least promised to someone is because of how Sirius is behaving. Bella and Andy were already promised by the time they were her age, but she’s the backup for Sirius.

Absolutely not. She grabs Bella, explains that she absolutely will not do this and needs help picking a pureblood husband fast.

How they decide on Lucius? Irrelevant. It’s an honor to marry a member of their family, so they just need someone who isn’t spoken for publicly. Lucius will do.

Imagine Lucius hearing their proposal, and his Malfoy instincts being like “a marriage to a Black? Yes ofc it’s an honor to marry into that family, they rarely allow others to marry their children.” He agrees, is thrilled, and then,

Later

At night maybe weeks after that vow is made

He realizes

That while yes, he did promise to marry a sane, levelheaded member of the Black Family,

And truly, what an honor, the odds of that happening are unspeakable. So unlikely it seems a fantasy.

But

He’s also vowed to make the ENTIRE Black Family his in-laws.

All of them.

And he just sort of stares at the wall, trying to accept what he’s sentenced himself to.

At least his parents will be proud and his children will be gorgeous regardless of which parent they take after. He’s to marry a Black, after all.

(This also justifies why Narcissa turns to Bellatrix when she needs a vow out of Snape. They’ve danced this dance before and coerced an unbreakable out of Lucius, they can absolutely wrestle one out of Severus.)

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psycho-killer-writer · 4 months

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Dom!Draco Malfoy smut pls?? (u can ignore ofc)

my first story with smut lets be nice. Also didn't edit it I got lazy so if grammar errors or mistakes... oops.

summary: after accusing draco of cheating, you confront him and realize your were all wrong he must punish you for that ridiculous accusation.

Dom! Draco x fem reader

"THAT STUPID ASSHOLE! I fucking hate him, I'll kill him, how dare he... breath" I say in rushed breath trying to catch my breath. "really breath is that why your like going crazy" I love pansy like a sister but I'm gonna punch her in the fucking throat, "of course not but I'm angry so I can say what I want"

Pansy looked with complete confusion "how about you just tell me the problem". Oh yeah the problem kinda forgot what I was complaining about, that's what men do I guess. "That albino looking mother fucker had the audacity to take Astoria grass green or green glass, whatever who cares what her name is" I sneered.

pansy rolled her eyes giggling "you know what her name is"

"of course I know what her name is, Its fucking Astoria Greengrass for christ sake I have oddly sexually confusing dreams about her" I rant then pause hoping I didn't sound so crazy, pansy's just stares then shrugs "who hasn't".

"anyways like I was saying, he took her to meet his mom! who does that people that date and commit that's who" I was seething I thought what we had was passionate, animalistic, even say love but hey to early to tell.

pansy snorted "what are you gonna do go up to his room and demand he stop seeing Astoria, and tell him to stop existing around her."

I scrunch in disgust "oh god no im not some tacky pick me girl".

------------------------------------------------------------------------

No thoughts just anger and a little bit of delusion I walk up to his stupid door and bang on that stupid door, so loud that it rattles the hallway. Then the stupid door is ripped open and his stupid anger face is in front of me.

"who the he- oh hey" he says in sudden softness once he realizes who is causing the scene. "miss me that much the whole hallway can hear how wet you ar-"

he is suddenly caught off once I slap him across the face his face is suddenly whipped to the side, and he looks ahead past me in shock... then anger.... then he smirks at me and licks the inside of his cheek

I didn't even let him speak when I push past him and turn around to face him while he close the door.

I just start unloading all the crap (mostly insecurities, but pride ) I have been holding in. "how dare you I gave you my virginity, does it look like im one of those people who pass it around letting everyone get in here.. don't answer that. Then you bring that tall drink of water I have dreamt her kissing all over this body, to your mothers house. YOUR MOTHERS HOUSE! I doubt that prude can do the things and I can do and let you do the things to me that are disturbing but weirdly make me horny."

Don't know where I am going with this but I feel this heat and I'm just going to keep yelling and not know where this is going to go.

" so I guess I was nothing but a body to you, im not good enough to be yours, to meet your mother, and maybe in the future I won't be married to you that I sometimes fantasize about, and your mother won't love me so much that she gives me all her clothes in her will, and I'm getting off track again SEE THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO M-"

I don't even get to finish my speech because he yanks me from the back of the neck and kisses me hard on the mouth I almost couldn't breathe

after a while we both gasp for air and he keeps are nose touching "God the things I should do to that mouth". dammit he knows how to make me drip.

I looks at him in confusion and heartache how can he ask for this knowing the pain he is causing me.

"One, I don't know how you found out and I don't want to know, all I know your kinda crazy and to never hide anything from you" he chuckled and I was about to kick him in the ball when that smart son of a bitch block my leg.

"I took Astoria to the manor to tell my mother that we are not going to be committed to each other, since we were kids we were supposed to be married at 20, but I met you and there is no one I would rather be with then the insane girl that turns me on when she giggles, or my heart that skips a beat when you look at me or touch me." we both chuckle and I have a tear going down my eye.

god I feel like an idiot.... I win... wrong moment

"I feel like an idiot" I am embarrassed

he smiles pushing my hair away from my face "don't be it just shows your the one... I love you " he expresses

I gasp I forget ho to breathe, fucking suck it Astoria " you what?"

"I love you" he repeats

"one more time didn't quite catch you"

he chuckles and throws his head back "im gonna take it back"

"to late mister its out there forever"

" as much as I love make up sex I gotta punish you for acting like a spoiled brat" he said gripping the back of my head with my hair "ima fuck you so hard it's gonna feel like I hate you"

he rips my shirt wide open tearing it right down the middle and tearing it to pieces throwing it across the room. Leaving me in just my skirt and white bra.

He places his hands on my breast and squeezes with suck adoration "God these thing are so beautiful, and so goddamn sexy" he grips them tight then reaches behind and break the clip. Ripping of my bra

" that was my favorite one " I whimper, your so lucky i'm turned on jerkface

" what did i just fucking say" he seethed grabbing my jaw "you wanna run your mouth, then I wanna hear you scream"

He yanks my head toward him and kisses me with such love and anger at the same time. "Get on the bed and turn around on your hands and knees."

Fucking finally... holy shit i'm such a slut

I climb on the bed sightly nervous and very excited for what he is about to unleash on me. there I sit only in a skirt and my garter stockings, my boobs completely open and sensitive.

ready to be used

I feel his presence right behind me and his cold deadly hand riding up my leg to the ends of my skirt pushing it up to mu hips, only to reveal that I 'forgot' my underwear.

"ohh fuck" he seethed and gripping my flesh tightly "you knew what you were doing, you wanted to be in this position didn't you, you filthy little slut" feeling his grip tighten only shows how wet he is making me.

"oh sorry, I guess I left my underwear in Potters room after he fucked my brains out... oops" I look over my shoulder and give him a sadistic smile. Of course im lying I just like to poke the dragon a little bit.. or the ferret if we are getting technical.

I don't even get the chance to to process before he gathers all his strength and completely rips the skirt off of me

dam he is on a roll, my big mouth is going to make me run out of clothes

"please keep fucking talking let me punish you more, cause after this you won't be able to even speak."

i'm to fucking insane for this to turn me on

"oh fuck yes please punish me, I dererve it im a bad girl" I whimper. He simply smiles and groans out "oh yeah baby you are I say the punishment fits the crime"

He then slaps my ass, and I let out a slight gasp. "fuck your practically dripping, you like that don't you" he demands while slapping the other cheek.

"Count slut" he says while he spanks my right bum.

"one"

Smack

"two"

Smack

"three" I whimper how can pain fee; so good

Smack

"four"

Smack

"five" im tearing up from the intense feeling

Smack!

"six"

Draco put all his force in the last one I couldn't help but cry out and moan at the same time.

he messages my red flesh and leans down to kiss it "fuck baby you did so good, you take my punishment like a good girl.

he then proceeds to reach down my heat and feels how wet I am I let out an involuntary moan and my thighs tremble lightly .

all of a sudden im flipped on my back and he then proceeds to kiss me, we are both turned on we are making out without a care in the world its messy and hot and we don't care, I gasp for air and he then starts to kiss done my body while kissing each breast with such determination, I forget how to breath. "Draco please, I can't I need to feel you" I gasp

"you will baby soon, I gotta make sure your nice and prepped" he says while kissing the inside of my thighs

he grips my my thighs that are placed over his shoulders and I can see the dents in my skin his long fingers are doing.

I feel a long wet lick going up making me shiver and right when he licks my clit and sucks hard, so roughly nibbling on it. Giving me a sense of pain and pleasure at the same time not able to control myself I let out shrieks and moan; trying so hard to keep it in.

he can easily charm the room, but something about someone hearing the sounds of pleasure rattles Draco in a way that challenges him to challenge me. I can't take the pleasure the way his lips suck my clit then enters his tongue in and out of my pussy makes me gasp.

"yes, yess, ohhhhh fuck " I moaned out in high pitch

ohh yes, yes don't stop, ohh fuuu-" I became inherent too focused on my pleasure to even

next thing I know he enters his long cold fingers once again and curls them which makes me gasp and wither . "ahhhhh yess, fuck yes" I can't stop screaming

he looks up with is cold grey eyes and smiles.

" you like that dont you. oh fuck yes look at you its like your begging for it. ima fuck you so good, for that little stunt you pulled" he seethed

I couldn't take it anymore I couldn't hold it I came so hard. "ohhh fuccc, ahhhhh" i couldn't control it my juices sprayed Dracos hands, he would stop he kept curling his fingers in me. I was so sensitive my legs were shaking I was shivering with over stimulation.

he crawls up toward me looking into my eyes and smiles and kisses me hard with love and compassion, we break apart nose touching.

he keeps eye contact and tells me " your such a good fucking girl you know that, merlin you come too good." he exhales with such satisfaction.

"you know I love you right" he looks at me with adoration

"of course, I made you repeat it like three times" I giggled

"good because im going to fuck you like I hate you" he says dropping his smile into something sadistic

he quickly pulls away and flips me on my stomach again picking up my legs to balance myself. He slaps my ass and enters me slow to accommodate his huge size and after a while he pulls out and and pounds into to me with no mercy.

my eyes cross as the sudden intrusion draco grabs my hips and continues to pound me from behind the room filling with skin slapping and moaning. thrusting into me with such determination and ruthlessness I can't stop screaming

"holy fucking shit take my cock you dirty girl" he tells me groping my hips hard where my skin starts to tingle and pound into me relentlessly.

"ohh yes , yes fuck me I deserve it" I grip him so hard having his cock enter my pussy nonstop.

draco then grabs my hair by the roots and pulls my head back and puts his face above mine "you like being treated this way being used like some possession a slut just for me, now open that goddamn mouth" as I obeyed his order he spat in my mouth and I swallowed it with delight then kissed me it was messy and wet but we didn't care all we focused on is the pleasure of him fucking me roughly.

"holy fuck i'm gonna come, i'm so close" I screamed he then spared me hard and pulled away. I shivered from the emptiness

"you better hold it cause i'm not done" he whispered in my ear, suddenly he flips me on my back and grabs me by my thighs and hooks his hand under by leg onto hip and enters me again with more passion and fill me up all the way I can feel the warmth of his cock invading me while he controls me moving ui and down due to his hands moving me on his cock he groans and huffs from the squeezing of my walls.

"yes- yes -yes" I say in high voice small tears forming my eyes from the pleasure and I can't handle it "hell yeah baby cry those happy tears for me milk me like a good girl". h go forward and puts his weight on his hand on my throat and goes at a faster pace pounding me while squeezing my throat I couldn't handle this amount of pleasure

"fuck mee yesss ahhhhh" I come hard around his cock I can't take it y eyes roll to the back of my head while he lowers his pace but takes deep thrust while he comes in me.

"look at me while I come in you dirty girl, fuck yes you like that, me filling your pussy take it like a good girl" he says as he empties out inside me as I calm down from my high .

he pulls out and I whimper from the emptiness he kisses the side of my calf and sides at me as he relaxes my legs and joins me next to the bed and we look up at the ceiling in exhaustion.

draco is the first to look at me he Tuens his head "you should slap me more often" I laugh at his comment "the way you act there would probably be plenty" I say turning my body and lean top to look down at his beautiful face "I guess its only fair that I should apologize to you"

"uhh yeah sounds reasonable" he smiles at me twirling the end of my hair

"good then"

"waiting for my apology"he looks at me with a smug face, and I look at him confused "I just did, didn't you hear me."

"what you said you should apologize but you didn't do the action" he says smugly

" take it or leave it ferret" I say and I wrinkle my nose in his face and he does it back reaches up and kisses me. "oh you love testing my patience don't you babygirl"

"all joking aside I really am sorry for invading your privacy and going all phyco" I admit with guilt and embarrassment

"I will admit it was kinda a turn on especially your little rant about us getting married" he snickered

"please forget about that I was seething I don't know why I was saying all that.... out loud" I added and he pulled me down to lay on his chest underneath the covers and made me look in his eyes "that all I think about and dream every night darling, because I love you" he confessed and I swear to merlin I came a third time.

"good because I love you too" I respond and all was right I put my head on his chest and basked in each others company

" So in this vision do we have a dog: draco asked and you always loved his soft spot for animals and remembered he was never allowed to have a pet.

" No, but there is a ferret" and si felt a smack on my ass I laughed " of Course there is a dog, you couldn't pick one so you chose both"

"good" he said and smiled pecked my lips and held me as we fell into the night slumber.

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