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allofthelights11 · 1 month
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The Morning After
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The morning after - incredible illustration by @cocotamarindo for What it Means to Live *swoon*
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dramioneasks · 7 months
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Fine Line - DallasAlice - E, 12 chapters - "Granger. I hate that he calls you that," Draco said, with something like desperation in his voice. “It makes me fucking sick.” "This again? Are we really doing this?” Hermione shouted at him. “Why? Tell me why you hate that." Draco stepped closer to her, "Because, Granger, Granger is mine. I mean, it’s for me," he replied, his voice softening. “I know that sounds fucking crazy,” Draco said it so quietly Harry almost didn’t hear. A tear started to fall from Hermione’s eyes. It wasn’t just sadness Harry saw on her face, but rage. "It does fucking belong to you, okay, I know it does. I had to ask him to stop calling me my own fucking name,” she shouted at him again, “But he didn’t stop, okay? He still does it, and all it does is make me think of you.” A story of two friends, dancing the fine line between loving each other and being in love. For anyone who has ever been 'just friends'.
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sawiet · 5 months
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draco: i want to talk to harry alone but weasley is always around. can you distract him?
pansy: and how am i supposed to do that smarty?
draco: i don't know, try using your feminine charms.
pansy: okay, i'll try to give birth.
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themoon-andits-stars · 7 months
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Jealousy
Draco sat with his head resting in his hand staring across the Great Hall in the direction of the one and only Potter. Potter was sat with another nameless girl, charming her with pleasantries and a smile.
“What is your problem,” a voice came from next to him. Pansy leaned in next to him to see what he was staring at. “Oh my Merlin,” she rolls her eyes “you’re actually pathetic.”
Draco turns to face her fully, crossing his arms and scoffing. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“I’m talking about how, if looks could kill, blondie over there with Potter would be dead.” She smirks as Draco rolls his eyes. “I do not care who he chooses to speak to.” Draco turns his head, glancing over at Potter, “There’s no way he has an interesting thought running through that massive head of his”
He looks back at Pansy after hearing her laugh. “Careful Draco,” she starts with a sly smirk “or one may mistake you as jealous.”
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lou-lj · 2 years
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Everyone has secrets
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(Pansy Parkinson x fem reader)
(mostly fluff,a bit suggestive and a tiny bit of angst)
summary:
The two of you are in a secret relationship but her friends catch you making out in her dorm.
warnings:
hinting at homophobic parents
A/N:
it’s autumn, which means watching comfort movies/shows all day and spending to much time inserting yourself into the story’s so…. here we go
Her body was pressed against your own, capturing you between her and the wooden wall of the Slytherin girls dorm. Your hands being tangled in her dark hair you deepened the kiss. Her fumbling with the buttons of your shirt while sloppily traveling over your jaw and down your neck with kisses, leaving marks along the way. Your head was empty as it was falling back against the wall, desperate whimpers escaping your lips. Your shirt was falling to the ground while she looked at you with adoration “oh y/n,” she whispered and kissing you for the hundredth time biting down your on bottom lip. Pushing yourself of the wall you stumbled to her bed together, almost tripping over some books lying on the floor. Next you pushed her onto the bed while taking a seat on her lap.
“Jesus Pansy how much noise can someone make? What you doing in here-“ Matteo laughed as he walked in the room, stopping mid step glaring at the scene in front of him. “What the fuck,” mumbled Draco. “Didn’t think this was how i’d see y/n half naked for the first time.” Theo laughed while Daphne was standing mouth open and in shock in the door frame. “There is something called knocking ya know?” Pansy scolded while covering you with her blanket. “Since when?” Daphne asked ignoring pansy’s annoyed expression. “what exactly is this?!” Draco questioned while picking up your shirt and handing it back to you. “God let her get dressed, we’ll be down in a minute.” Pansy said while ushering the four out of the room. “What do we tell them?” you asked while putting your shirt back on. She leaned her forehead against yours with a sight “the truth.”
Matteo had told everyone in the common room to get lost making sure no one would be disturbing them. Pansy took your hand, stepping out the door sending you a quick nod. “Y/n and I are dating, since a couple months.” Pansy spoke calmly while almost crushing your hand. “months?!” Daphne almost yelled out of surprise. “So I really don’t have a shot with you?” Theo asked while winking at you. “Sorry to disappoint but I’m quite happy.” You laughed, throwing your arm around Pansy. “Why haven’t you told us?” Draco asked. Pansy shifted around a little uncomfortable “I- I don’t know, it’s just I was scared of your reaction. And the others can’t know! My parents would be furious, you know how they are…” “Oh sweetie, we love you regardless of who you date.” with teary eyes Daphne hugged Pansy tightly. “And we’d never tell on you man, we’re family.” Theo said while bringing him and Draco into the hug. “You’re one of us now” Matteo joked, while shoving you into the hug.
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journeytodrawiii · 29 days
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It was my 17th birthday 8 days ago and one of my gifts from my dear brother, whom I love very much, was this wonderful, cork-covered sketchbook. They saw me eyeing it in the store a few days before buying it for me, it was a very thoughtful gift. Therefore, it seemed befitting to start a unique and beautiful opening page the next day. So, I came up with this lovely little composition, including strawberries, poppies, pansies, stars and much more. These little representaties of stars have weaved their way into nearly every page of any notebook or sketchbook I've touched. There's just something about drawing silly little celestial bodies that I love.
I started this off with a big self portrait based on a photo of myself I really like, I cut my nails recently though, to start up the guitar and piano again. On the top of the right page I drew my friends and I in swimwear; I'm hoping we'll all have time to visit the lakes in our neighbourhoods this year. Then there's a drawing of Ouroboros which is very special to me, and a dreamy little me in the corner. All in all, I am extremely pleased with this piece (despite my quick fix of a tired-minded spelling error in "sketchbook"). I am especially fond of the medieval reminiscent lettering of my name and of "friendship". I hope you all enjoy this as much as I do. Have a good day and stay safe y'all! <333
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Moodboard of Draco and Pansy as wealthy best friends.
Requested by: anon.
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theknucklehead · 4 months
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"AAAH! I'M AFRAID OF LIGHTNING!"
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olivers-cocoapuffs · 10 months
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@the-deamus-kid “if you pick up another peice of silver jewellery I’m going to stab you in an alleyway.” Pansy grits out.
Draco fixes her with a bored expression, one of the only people who can face Pansy’s threats as such. He claims that there’s only so many times you can be threatened before they all lose meaning.
“It’s not my fault your girlfriend lacks taste. Who wears gold anymore? Are we in the 1700’s?”
“Im proposing so maybe I should choose a ring that she’ll actually like?” Pansy suggests sarcastically and points at another ring in the case.
“Gold on an engagement ring feels trashy.”
Pansy rubs her temples and sighs. “I should’ve brought Blaise instead, at least he has taste.”
“Am I supposed to be offended by that? I could’ve been asleep in bed with my husband.”
“Ronald could also be asleep in bed with your husband, you never know.”
Draco smacks her upside the head and turns his nose up. “The ginger knows better than to get in my side of the bed.”
“Blah blah- oh.” Pansy catches sight of the perfect ring, sitting at the end of the case.
She walks over to it to get a better look and sighs softly. It’s a gold band with three diamonds encrusted at the top.
Draco pulls Pansy into a one armed hug and presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Lavender will love it.”
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thedevilsfamiliar · 20 days
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One of my favorite fic tropes is 11 year old Draco being befriended by Harry and just absolutely having the worst time of his life, the poor thing is worried sick, panicking, wondering how can Harry be this way— all while Ron is going “yeah now you know how I feel” and then they’re both trying to keep Harry alive
Harry with his ragtag group of dumbasses who love him, Draco shaking like a chihuahua but standing firmly at his side, Ron with his chin jutted out, Hermione ready to kill someone at 11–
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ladiesofhpfest · 9 months
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Ice Queen by KiraAnn (Know_It_All_2008)/ @kiraannwrites
Our fifth and final work of the week is here, brought to us by KiraAnn (Know_It_All_2008)! Time to step into the dungeons!
Summary: On the outside, they look like friends. Daphne knows better.
What's to love: Slytherin frenemies! Girls in the dungeons aren't exactly friends - they're competition in some ways, enemies in others, and rivals! Though many of these Slytherin girls grew up as friends, as they get older they realize life is complicated, and their friendships take more turns than they anticipate.
Thank you KiraAnn for finishing out the week for us!
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ladderofyears · 2 years
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Grapefruit.
“You’ll never guess what happened yesterday,” Draco told Pansy, voice delighted.
“Not without some clues,” Pansy replied. “But you're only ever this thrilled whenever you’re talking about Potter. Do go on.”
“Clever witch,” Draco answered. “So, yes. Harry was having a cigarette break. I joined him. Couldn’t bear to be stuck in that infernal meeting even a second longer. But Harry didn’t smoke! He had this clever little Muggle device. A vape, I believe he called it! Would you believe, it smelt like grapefruit?”
Pansy wrinkled her nose. “That sounds repulsive.”
Draco continued. “It wasn’t the most appealing scent, I’ll grant you. But that’s not the point!”
“Then what is the point?” Pansy asked, mystified.
“The point is, Harry is attempting to stop smoking. He said, and I quote, that I know you don’t like it. He also said he’s tired of me complaining about kissing an ashtray. I’m really proud of him, Pansy. He seems very set on kicking the habit.”
Pansy smirked. “And how was it?” she asked. “Snogging the new, improved Potter?”
“A gentleman never kisses and tells,” Draco said, a smile curling the edges of his lips. “But, let’s just say, grapefruit has never tasted better.”
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For the @drarrymicrofic prompt of: We Fell In Love In October, specifically the lines: Smoking cigarettes on the roof/ You look so pretty and I love this view.
Have a lovely weekend lovely people xxx
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dyingforhugs · 10 months
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been-a-girl · 1 year
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reparations
I hurt you.
You got upset.
I said I'm sorry.
But it wasn't enough.
Let me try again:
My deepest, sincerest, most life-changing apologies,
that my body did not create you,
my womb did not form your cells
into the shape they are today.
I never soothed your nightmares
or held you when you wept.
Your cuts and bruises never felt my lips,
praises of bravery tainted by my microphone.
I'm sorry that you're older than me
and this world didn't allow me to be
your terrible mother.
I guess that means I owe you.
But I failed at that as well.
Never sucked your dick.
Or stroked your fragile hair.
Last time you came over
you wouldn't even share my bed.
With a little more patience,
I would have given you everything.
You held my heart already,
my body was sure to follow.
Now I see your name in passing
and when the rage dies down.
I still think sorry
that I didn't kiss you
when I had the chance.
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nelweensfic · 2 years
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Pretty lies
For the prompt "evidence" from @drarrymicrofic 😌 Thank you @cluelesspigeons for beta reading 💞
"What are you doing?" Draco asked with a huff. 
"Collecting evidence," Pansy answered, picking up the paper cranes from the ground. 
"What for?" 
"For the day you'll need to understand that you're in love with Potter." 
"I'm not in love with that Gryffindor!" 
"Pretty lies." 
Pansy could see the blush on Draco's cheeks, even if he wouldn't admit it. 
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basicallyahedgehog · 2 years
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For the song prompts, number 27 if it hasn't already been claimed. If it has, number 14 :) ❤️
Hello my love! Number 27 is Shower by Becky G.
There's no massive story behind this one, but it was on the radio a lot when hubby and I were first dating, so I associate it with car rides together. The song also very much describes how I was feeling at the time - that silly-sweet feeling of first falling in love, when just the thought of them fills you with effervescent joy.
I hope you enjoy this silly little piece of Pansy POV!
My best friend has lost his mind, and it’s all Potter’s fault.
The Draco Malfoy I know and love is prim and proper, not a wrinkle in his clothes or a hair out of place. Oh, sure, he has his soft side. But that soft side still starches its shirts and follows a strict routine. 
I thought that it would be safe to leave him unsupervised for a few months while I travelled. There’d been that period after the war, when we all felt lost and scared and like we’d been turned upside down and told to start running. Back then I didn’t let him out of sight — for his sake or mine I still don’t know. 
Now, though, it’s different. We have stable jobs, and a cute little flat filled with houseplants that we — generally — are able to keep alive. We both have wide circles of friends, some shared, some not. Draco leaves the flat now, his cheeks rosy and eyes sparkling. Surely, given all that, I could leave him behind for a little while. 
Well, I had forgotten to include Potter in my calculations. Perfect Potter, who played no small part in putting Draco back on his feet. Perfect Potter who had promised me in his most earnest tones that he would check in on Draco, make sure he was eating and sleeping and leaving the flat. 
It seems that I underestimated how much checking in Potter would be doing. 
Oh, I knew that the pair had finally stopped pining and actually acted on their soppy feelings for each other. But I didn’t know that those soppy feelings had made Draco entirely soppy!
I walked into our flat, ready for a good old-fashioned gossip session with my best friend, full of scathing remarks after three months apart, and found him in the kitchen. Dancing. 
DANCING. IN THE KITCHEN.
And not, like, waltzing with Potter. No, I found my best friend alone, in his pyjama bottoms, dancing around the kitchen to some awful love song on the wireless. The worst part of it was, he wasn’t even ashamed of being caught! I didn’t get a blush, or a stuttered “it’s not what it looks like!” 
No. Instead, I got, “Dance with me, Pans!” as he pulled me in, spinning the two of us around the kitchen. 
Ok ok, I admit it wasn’t that bad. It was even fun, in a weird way. But that wasn’t the worst part!
Later, after we had finally had our gossip over wine and cheese, Draco excused himself for a shower. Not unusual, the ponce always did like his lengthy, twice-a-day showers. But then! I hear him singing. SINGING. Another dumb love song, this time about green eyes. 
Merlin, he couldn’t be more obvious. 
Eventually I got access to the bathroom — it seems that love has made his showers even longer, if you know what I mean — and that sappy git had actually drawn a heart on the mirror!
Don’t get me wrong, I am happy for him. If anyone deserves the kind of love that makes you giggly and silly it’s Draco. 
But, damnit, did it have to be Potter?? 
Send me a number between 1 and 35 and I will write a fic based on a song that makes me think of my husband.
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