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marypaol · 2 months

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Piano Boy

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader’s parents were invited to a meeting at the Malfoy Manor, and while exploring alone, she finds Draco playing the piano.

Warnings: Mentions of stress, carrying family burdens, numbness, sadness, nothing much just fluffy :)

Note: No use of Y/N-And also I had to write this one I totally picture Draco playing piano! 🫶🏻

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Her feet softly patted across the floor, the fabric of her smooth dress surrounding both her and the floor as she made her way to an undecided destination. She went wherever her brain decided, since whenever she came across a corner she would randomly decide which to go: left, right, straight, or back where she came from.

She would never go back, though, but the thought of it being an option made her feel free. For the reason of never going back would prevent her from discovering more, for going back would only make her retrace her steps and see things she’s already seen.

A soft smile laid on her lips, for no apparent reason yet deep down she felt like it was because she felt content at the moment. And her and Merlin knew that it’s been a while since she felt so, the stress from school and burdens from her family heavy on her shoulders.

But all that changed when Mrs. Malfoy invited her family to tea, having a business meeting with her parents but they encouraged her to “wonder around” as if she was a little kid and they wanted to keep her busy. It worked, nonetheless, since her curiosity and wondrous mind got the best of her most of the time. She couldn’t help but smile as a way to say ‘excuse me, while I go explore.’

So she did so, practically skipping out of the room once she was out of sight, mind already spinning on possibilities of things she could see, could touch, (despite that voice she knew would be in her head telling her not to do so) and could think.

What kind things would be in the Malfoy Manor? Would everything be gloomy and mysterious like she assumed, or would things be darkly beautiful, calling her name to come closer until she found some evil chamber that revealed their cruel plans for the world of magic?

I hope not, though I assume they wouldn’t ever do that, she thought. She believed at that moment that the thought was just something that her mind was trying to make her think to make her afraid. But it wasn’t the time to be scared, it was the time to feel adventurous and free to whatever she wanted while her parents talked away on things she couldn’t understand.

Her eyes wondered along the walls, scanning over all the paintings displayed, eyes moving quickly because she wanted to soak everything in. She somehow feared that any time her parents would turn around the corner, telling her that it was time to depart, and she would no longer be able to look, so she took the time she had to admire everything possible.

She ended up stopping abruptly at a certain painting, hanging apart from the others and the table below it holding flowers in a vase as well as a tiny lamp for decoration, the soft light flickering a little bit, providing some sort of comfort to her, the lamp lighting up the painting in the most precious way.

What was the painting of, you may ask? The Malfoys, of course. But that wasn’t what stopped her, some normal family painting in their house. For it was the boy, the one that was one between the two adults, the one that actually had a smile on his face, despite the many snarls that beheld his lips in the past years she’s known him.

But the reason for the smile in the painting was because he was young, his face babyish as his pale cheeks scrunched up because of his mouth stretch of a smile. It made her heart warm at the sight of him, showing a smile that no one really got to see, which was a misfortune for the rest of the school; they deserve to see something so beautiful. His smile was so wonderfully painted, like the painter knew it was something that wasn’t shown often and they wanted to highlight every aspect of it, every beauty piece; which was every part of it. The paint brush strokes on the painting were so delicate, her fingertips brushing over the texture of the paint beneath them, running over his green robes he was wearing. (She would touch the smile she loved so dearly but the painting was far too big, making her wonder how long they had to stand there for the painter to paint them, it must have taken so long.)

But as she looked on, she noticed that there was more family paintings for years that came and went, each one Draco’s face forming into the snarl he held today, each one his lips dipping deeper and deeper into a frown that seemed to permanently take over his facial features. She frowned herself as she walked, watching as pure happiness changed to fake happiness, to slight distraught, to numbness.

As her feet stopped at the most recent one, the one with the least amount of dust on the frame, the frown on her lips dipped so deep she could feel her cheeks hurting from the in normal movement. She knew he was slowly pulled away from pride and accomplishment, thinking back on watching in the Great Hall as his happiness slowly left him, something else, something darker, taking over his chest and taking home there for years to come. Her own chest hurt, thinking about the pain he must be in.

“He’s just a boy.”

She overhead Mrs. Malfoy saying that, not remembering when but sure that she felt just as bad for Draco as the girl did. In fact worse, he’s her son after all and she’s just a classmate that was in the same House as he was. She was sure he knew her name, he seemed to know every Slytherin’s name for the benefit of it, but they’ve rarely talked.

But she knew a lot about him just by sight and noise. But she wished to get to know the real image, not the fake image of his personality, before sadness took over his chest and before the frown took home on his lips.

She wished to know him.

Draco.

It was at that moment, that she heard soft music, piano, if you will, softly playing as if a quiet record was playing behind a closed door, as background noise to listen to to help one focus on something else that her thoughts were interrupted and the frown left her lips, replaced with a confused yet curious look.

She could no longer focus on the painting and thoughts running through her head, however, since the music distracted her from the gentle paint strokes in the frame on the wall.

Her feet stepped away from the wall, her knees hurting slightly from standing there so long thinking about the son of Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.

The music was very soft she could barely tell where it was coming from, her ears almost playing tricks on her from using them so purely. She then noticed how it was around the corner, so her feet took her there, coming in contact with a emerald door, mostly closed leaving just a crack of light from

it being open slightly, the straight line casting on the floor beneath her giving her legs some warmth.

She knew the music was coming from inside the room, the soft keys being pressed so gently-almost hesitantly- as the unknown person played.

She leaned in closer subconsciously, ear angled toward the crack so she could hear the song at its best.

To her horror surprise, her head dropped a little too far and pumped into the door, forcing it open, more light blinding her as she stumbled in, skipping over her own feet. The piano instantly stopped playing, the last note abruptly ending as the person’s fingers quickly brought themselves up off the keys.

Her head snapped up to see the wondrous player that left her tranced to the room she was mistakenly standing in, to find the last person she thought would be playing the piano secretly while his parents talked to hers about business, using words neither of them would understand.

Her eyes widened at the sight. Draco was sitting on the bench, on an all black suit-even the tie was black- and pale hair pointing to and fro, like he was running his fingers through the strands that sat on his head.

His lips formed in both a surprised and annoyed snarl.

“What are you doing here? Poking around I see?”

On her part, she could unhesitatingly say that he sounded very irritated at the disturbance.

She swallowed her throat dry but spoke nonetheless.

“Yes- I mean no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother. My parents said-“

“Your parents?” He said, interrupting her despite hes annoyance towards her when she did the same thing to him just moments prior. “Your parents are here?”

She was taken back both by being cut off and his confusion.

“Yes, why didn’t you know?”

Draco shook his head, locks swaying. “Does it look like I did?”

It was her turn to shake her head, looking around the room. It was gorgeous, just like the other rooms on the house but this one had a sense of comfort and melody; very fitting for a music room.

She looked over at him, and his hand was still on the keys, fingers fiddling with it like he had an urge to continue playing.

She found herself walking towards the instrument, leaning her elbows on it as her skirt fell into place at her ankles, the material cool against her tired legs.

She gazed at him as he watched her every move, wondering why she was still here when he clearly gave her signs he didn’t want to have company.

“Did you know that pianos are considered a member of the percussion family?” She asked gently, a soft smile on her lips.

His eyes glanced at hers before looking back at the white and black keys, fingers playing a melody that wasn’t a part of what he was playing earlier.

“No, I didn’t know that.” He mumbled, not seeming so annoyed anymore.

She smiled a little wider. “While now you do.” She said, careful not to leave fingerprints on the what looked like the freshly polished piano.

Draco noticed her slight discomfort, one because of her body weight switching from foot to foot, and two the simple movement of her doing so distracted him from the instrument in front of him.

He scooted over, hand patting the seat as she smiled, walking over slowly and sliding onto the emerald cushioned piano bench beside him.

She then watched as his fingers effortlessly played the instrument, his hands gliding across the keys as if it was water and he was pouring it into a glass, controlling ever drop so it wouldn’t spill everywhere. He had so much control over it, everything he told the instrument to do it would do it without another word.

She couldn’t help but admire, slightly dazed as his long fingers took over the once sitting in silence keys. The music flowed from it, the beauty of the music was all coming from his hands, and that amazed her.

He stopped, playing something that was a part if the song she just heard, and apparently it was incorrect despite it sounding wonderful, and he mumbled something under his breath out of frustration.

“I think it sounded exquisite, Draco. I didn’t know you knew how to play the piano.” She complimented, looking up at him.

His fingers halted their movements from the unexpected commentary and she took the opportunity to place her own hands on the keys, pressing whichever ones she desired and listened as the note came about into the air, spawning to life for her and his ears to hear.

His fingers came into her view, stopping her from doing anything else, and both confusion and hurt poured over her, wondering if she only annoyed him further.

It wasn’t until she felt the soft presence of his other arm around her, his other hand landing on hers as he placed her fingers on the keys accordingly.

“There.” He spoke soft, almost right into her ear and a deep flush washed over her, starting at the tops of her hair strands to her cheeks, deep in her chest, and straight down to her toes.

She then felt his fingers pressing down hers so she could play what he was playing. She smiled slightly, but the concentration on trying not to separate their fingers was the main goal on her mind at the moment.

Once the last note rang in the air, and his foot let off the petal beneath their feet, his hands left hers as his presence left her, and a cold wave flushed over her, leaving her wanting his touch back more than ever.

Silence took over for a couple seconds before she heard the music once again, this time a different song, and her eyes watched as he played.

The song sounded sad, like someone was deep into a headspace they couldn’t leave and was trying to find the light.

Her head dropped slowly, her temple landing on his shoulder, which tensed for a moment before getting used to the feeling of touch.

The soft music and his unique scent took over her, her eyes closing as she unwillingly took the time to rest.

It may have been her imagination, part of her dreams whirling with real life, but she thought she felt another head lay on hers in response, a soft smile stretching on her lips.

-Thanks for reading!

Ich liebe dich! 🩵🤍

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siriusblack-the-third · 1 year

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starzioo · 1 month

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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘. 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃.

This is a Draco one shot! I really really love this one shot! Hope you like as much as I do!

WARNINGS: Small angst, small depression, mentions of cheating.

You and Draco normally would never fight, but when you did ohh was it bad. This fight had been over a boy. Nothing got to Draco more than a boy hitting on you. Although everyone knew you were his that didn't stop arrogant boys from trying to steal you away from him. Normally Draco would just shrug it off and hex the boy, but not this time. Rumors spread like wildfire that you and that particular Ravenclaw were seen snogging in the courtyard. You felt the people around you acting different towards you, but you hadn't heard the rumor until one day after classes had ended Draco barged into your dorm shooing away your roommates.

"Y/n?!" Draco raised his voice slightly as we practically slammed the door shut behind him. His booming actions made you shut your book and go to him concerned. "Dray? What's wrong are you okay?" You say distraught cupping his face with your hand. He practically smacked your hand away, causing your brows to furrow. "What's wrong?" You say completely confused. "'You know what's wrong Y/n, don't act dumb." He says glaring down at you. "No, I don't, actually." You say coming straight back at him with the same attitude he was giving you. "You think I wouldn't hear?" "Hear about what.?" You say tilting your head eager to hear what he was on about. "You snogging Larson ofcourse! What else would this be about?!" He says rolling his eyes. You scoff at his wild accusation "Larson? I've never even talked to the boy!" "Oh yeah? Then how is everyone saying how pretty much everyone seen you two?!" He says running his hand through his hair. "I don't know Dray? How would I even have alone time with him? I'm constantly with you!" You say pushing his chest a bit. "Who even told you that rubbish?" You scoff. "Enzo! He came up to me just now talking about what he heard!" "Key words Dray! What. He. Heard. All this nonsense over a rumor? Are you kidding?" He scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Come to me when you wanna actually talk, instead of just denying what's already out." He says sternly as he exits your dorm, slamming the door behind him. "Fuck." You say running your hand through your hair.

That was 2 1/2 weeks ago. Draco had been entirely avoiding you. His recent behavior didn't go unnoticed by the student body. More rumors spreading about you and Draco's relationship status. You had stopped at nothing to figure out the source of the rumor, but nobody seemed to actually know who started it. You wanted to ask Larson but you knew actually going to talk to him would only make matters worse. You had knew Larson had a crush on you, but last you heard of it was over a year ago.

Seeing as you and Draco had the same friend group it was hard for him to dodge you. All the boys were pretty much acting the same as Draco. Pansy seemed to be the only one by your side. You and her had always talked about your relationships and what not. I mean she was the only other girl in the group. You would always talk to her for hours on end about how good of a boyfriend Draco was. She was the first person you told about your small crush on him. She had been helping you through these two excruciating weeks. On the days you couldn't even get yourself out of bed she would be there with tea and breakfast. She let you cry into her arms on the restless nights where all you needed was a hug. She was practically your guardian angel at this point. Pansy had tried getting through to Draco for you but all she got was an eye roll and a scoff.

It's late. The rain is pattering lightly against the windows of your dorm. With your hands covering your face you lean into Pansy's hug. Her warm embrace soothing your emotions. Your sharp cries fill the room as she makes a small. 'shhhshhshhh' sound as she rubs your back. "I mean Pansy, I don't even know what to do anymore...There's no way I can fix this...I love him so much but he won't let me get through to him.." You say between cries. "I know..I know" She says gently. "Pansy, you know I would never do that. I would never even think about hurting him!" You cry into her knit sweater. She ushers gently to you. "I don't know what to do...I just...I can't do this anymore.." That was Pansy's final straw. She hated to see you like this. She hated Draco even more for not even making an effort for you. "That's it. I'm done." She says released you from her hug and standing up. "Where are you going..?" You wipe the tears away from your eyes. "I'm gonna go rip that prick a new one." She says determined as she leaves your dorm, practically stomping to Draco's dorm. Not knocking she barges in, Draco,Theo, and Blaise all immediately turning their heads. "Draco. If you don't do something about what's going on with you and Y/n, you're going to completely lose her. Me and you both know that all those things being said about her and Larson were complete bullshit! Break up with her, fine by me, I can help her though that. But you sitting in here acting like you don't care? Not gonna fly. She's been locked up in her room for two weeks Draco?! Not eating, not drinking, not even sleeping. Are you not even concerned for her?" Pansy yells in one breath. The boys all just stare back at her completely silent. "Are you gonna say something or not? Sitting there looking completely fucking stupid isn't helping." Pansy is fuming. "I-" "I-I- You sound fucking stupid! Do something before I cut your dick off." Pansy says sternly and then barges back out of the room. She comes back up to you acting as if nothing had just happened. Wrapping you in another hug wiping your tears away.

It had been a couple days since Pansy had absolutely left Draco speechless. You sit alone in your room once again. Your roommates were out doing who knows what. Over the past few weeks your roommates had drifted away from you. After they noticed you weren't just gonna go back to your usual self, going out with them, going on study dates, they just left you alone. In your time of need they just left you. Pansy had told you she was gonna be studying all day but to just come to the library if you needed her. You sit on your bay window watching the leaves fall from the trees. You've been completely lost in thought. Wondering why Draco didn't believe you. Wondering how he could just ignore you. Those thoughts were constantly consuming your mind. Your body had fell numb. The constant slightly achy sensation in your chest wouldn't go away no matter how much you wanted it to. Your legs curled up to your chest, your head resting on your knees. You stayed in that exact position for who knows how many hours, just thinking.

You hear a familiar knock on the door. You don't even turn your head to look, not even the thought of getting up to answer the door had crossed your mind. The door slowly opens when Pansy came up to you gently rubbing your back. "I want you to come to dinner...If not good being locked up in here Y/n..." She says softly. "He's gonna be there." You say quietly. "We don't have to sit with them I just want you to stretch your legs and actually get a full meal." She says lightly. "I'm good." You say still not turning to her. She sighs, "Y/n, you're coming to dinner." She says as she walks to your wardrobe picking out some actual clothes for you to wear. She picks out a simple white long sleeve tight fitting shirt and a pair of plain grey joggers. She ushers you to get up and go get changed. You slip on your ugg slippers and you both were out the door. She basically drags you to the great hall. A groan coming from you when you see the doors. You can already hear the noise of students chattering and dishes clinking. When you enter the hall the usual warm aroma embraced you. The smell of chicken and steamed vegetables flowing through the air. As more people noticed you and Pansy you could hear whispers growing. You and Pansy sit down on the far end of the Slytherin table. She made sure you didn't have to cross paths with Draco. She sits next to you and she starts plating up for you grabbing you all sorts of foods. "Eat up!" She chippers whilst plating food for her self. You sit there just poking at your food occasionally taking a small bite. You knew Draco was staring at you. You could feel his all familiar gaze. You payed no attention to his intense eyes on you. Instead you just engaged in the same small one sided conversation Pansy was having with you. You have your fork lazily resting in your hand as you poke and pick at the roasted chicken on your plate. After a few minutes you finally raise your head and gently say, "Hey Pans, I think I'm gonna just go sleep now? I dunno I'm just tired." She looks at you with remorseful eyes. "Okay...i'm gonna finish my food and I'll be there in a few." She flashes a small smile.

You walk back to your dorm. Heading straight there. You kick your shoes off and lay down on your bed. You hear a small rhythmic knock on the door. "Come in Pans, I thought you were gonna finish eating?" You say turning around and sitting up to find Draco. A remorseful look on his face, he held bags upon bags of expensive gifts. Your face drops slightly and your eyes begin to water. The both of you just stay silent staring back at one another. As a tear streams down the side of your face you stand up, "What are you doing here?" You question, your voice small. He places all the gifts on your bed, he softly grabs your hands. "Y/n...I'm sorry...I'm so fucking sorry...I don't know how I can fix this. What I put you through. I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I never wanted to hurt you. I just...I didn't know how to feel or what to say...I-I want to ask for your forgiveness. I never want to see you like this again. I promised myself I would never hurt you..." His once stoic eyes now turned glossy. "I'll do anything...anything, for you to forgive me. I pushed myself away from you because I knew I didn't have the right words for you. I didn't want to come here and give you some bullshit apology, but look at me now." He lightly laughs, letting a tear fall down his face. "Over these past few weeks I learned that I can't be apart from you. My heart belongs to you and only you. I should've never believed lies over you. Y/n, I love you." He brings your knuckles to his lips, planting soft kisses across your hands. "Please Y/n say something..." His eyes glancing all over your face, trying to read the expression you had. Your eyes still glossy. Your mind was blank, but every word he said took a place in your heart. "Please Y/n, just talk to me-" You cut him off by standing on the tops of your toes, laying a soft kiss on his lips. For him the kiss was unexpected, he was expecting you to kick him out and never speak to him again. Kissing Draco again was something you've yearned for for weeks. You miss the feeling of having him near. His cold hands but yet warm chest. The way he always held your hand or had an arm stretched across your shoulders. Everything about him. His laugh. His smile. The way his expression softened when he looked at you. All you wanted was to hold and to have him again. Regardless of the past weeks, your heart ached to have him close.

Your hands glide to his face, pulling him a bit closer, before leaning back. His hands hang on your waist. He leans his head on yours. "I never want to let go of you again Y/n." He says softly letting a couple more tears drop from his crystal eyes. You brush them away with your thumb. As you caress his face gently you lay another soft kiss on his velvet lips. "I forgive you Dray..." You say flashing a weak smile. He lets out a small sigh of relief. "I uhm...I got you a few things..." He says gently pulling away guiding you to your bed. His fingers lightly intertwined with yours. You finally take a closer look at all the boxes and bags. You let out an airy laugh at the sight of the red velvet and black Cartier and Chanel packaging that lay on your bed. "You didn't have to..." You say looking back up at Draco with your eyes once again filling with tears. "But I did..." He wipes away your tears swiftly. You sit down on the edge of your bed admiring the heart shaped boxes of red roses. You open the small Chanel package first you open it to see a line up of 3 Chanel fragrances. You then go to the bigger package revealing a Chanel 2.55 bag. Your jaw drops, you can't formulate words with the sight of the expensive materials infront of you. "I know you've been wanting that one for awhile." He says giving you a warm smile. You jump up into his arms. "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you." You babble into his chest. "We'll open the other ones." He says gesturing you to the small Cartier boxes. You open one to see a beautiful pair of small gold hoop earrings. You go to the next small box it reveals a pair of white gold stud earrings that have a pearl as the center piece. "Dray...this is too much..." You say in awe.

"No it's not...I would give you the world if I could...and that still wouldn't be enough." His eyes linger on the rest of your gifts. You open the second to last box to see a gold love band. You feel guilty at the amount of money this must've costed. He grabs the last small box that lays on the bed and sits next to you. "I meant it when I said I would give you the world and more...Even that wouldn't make up for what I put you through. Y/n I can't ever let you go again. I won't let anything or anyone get between us again." He says softly as he opens the box. Inside the red velvet box lays a white gold ring that's covered in cushion cut diamonds. Your eyes widen at the sight. In this moment you could've sworn he was proposing. "I want to give this to you as a promise ring. To promise you that I'll never leave your side like that again. That I love you for aslong as you love me. To show my love and devotion to you." "Dray...I can't take that..." You continue staring down at the rock. "But you can...I want you to...Y/n I need you to." He says tucking loose hairs behind your ear. He gently takes the diamond littered ring out of the box and slides it onto your ring finger. He lays a gentle kiss on your temple. "The only time I want you to take it off is when I replace it with a ring that makes you Mrs. Malfoy." He says lightly laughing placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

You ended up keeping that ring on forever. When Pansy saw it she thought Draco had proposed. I mean we all knew Draco had money but the ring he gave you showed that he had money. You flashed the ring all around school. Allowing your friends to gawk at it as much as they wanted. You loved that everyone knew that you two were back together. Although more rumors spread that you two were engaged. I mean who wouldn't think that with the size of the rock you had on your figure? I guess diamonds really are a girls bestfriend.

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Muahehehe I literally love this.

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yanxidarlings · 3 months

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"they say the wizarding elite aims to have heirs within a few years of each other, so that when they begin attending hogwarts, they can form a gang, a clique, whatever it is, to represent the prosperity of the pureblood circle, to uphold the values of the sacred twenty eight" "didn't nott's grandfather write that list?" "no- well, yes, his father did. but the idea of the wizarding elite predates it. the slytherins have had their heads stuck up their arses since 990 a.d — salazar slytherin himself is who we have to thank for the glorification of pure blood — and so centuries of inbreeding has led to what we now know as the slytherin elite" "so it's like the wizarding nobility then?" "not.. exactly. it used to be, many family's from the sacred twenty eight used to hold very real titles and power, but when the magical government became centralised in the 1700's, they were given hereditary seats on the wizengamont to keep them happy, but the power they once held slowly faded — that was around the time when the concept of slytherin gangs began" "merlins beard, they've been at this for nearly three hundred years? haven't they run out of purebloods to inbreed with yet" "some have, that's why you don't see any gaunts, beowulf's or volants in the group-" "if i'm being honest, they all look like the same stuck up gits, you absolutely positive some pureblood lady didn't just pop out fifteen of them at once" "there's only nine, malfoy and zabini are pretty distinguishable from the others, but you do have a point, i'd bet my left leg they're all at least fifth cousins" "how do you know so much" "i read you know, and people watch" "a'right then, which one is which" "why do you want to know so much? that's... caster rosier, best avoid him, apparently by the third year he had dated all of slytherin house" "you're kidding, right" "and then he moved on to hufflepuff and ravenclaw, but i suppose that's what happens when rita skeeter raises you" "rita skeeter? poor bloke" "and he does nothing but gossip, we once had to work together for a potions project and i mentioned that i had a cough and he started a rumour that i had mono" "i take that back, stuff him" "and he's supposed to be one of the nice ones. the one sitting next to him, pollux black, is the biggest prick i've ever had the displeasure of meeting, bumped into him once on my way to herbology, the bloody bastard has had it out for me ever since, calls me every foul word you could imagine, told me i was better off dead, i think i'm the reason he's started bullying you as well" "i thought i was getting bullied by one of the riddles" "you probably are — if he hits, it's mattheo riddle, if he snitchs, it's draco malfoy, if he's rude, it's pollux black, if he ignores, it's blaise zabini, and if he smokes, it's theodore nott. berkshire, greengrass and rosier are the 'nice ones', by slytherin standards" "which is the one with the punchable face?" "eulalio greengrass" "i was paired with astoria greengrass in transfiguration the other day, and messed up the spell, which cost us the grade, you know what he did when she went crying to him? broke my fucking wand" "i thought you said you stepped on it-" "he threatened to have me kicked out of hogwarts if i told anybody!" "that's just how those people are, think they're above everyone else because of their blood status and house. i think berkshire is the only one with redeemable qualities" "which one is that" "are you faceblind-"

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gods-graveyard · 5 months

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They are in love your honor.

(Fic link is pinned on this blog)

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a-reverii · 6 months

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the slytherin common room & dormitories.

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whorecrux-of-slytherin · 1 month

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Slytherin Boys try to impress you with their idea of an ideal date.

(part.1) : Draco | Blaise | Theodore

Warning - mentions of kissing, slight toxic behaviour if you squint. This is not proof read, so kindly ignore any grammatical errors or typos

a/n . I have only included Draco, Blaise and Theo in this because if I add the rest of them ( Enzo, Matheo and Tom ) it'll be far too long. But for the most part I'm too lazy to write for everyone in one go. I don't mind writing a part 2 if someone requests. Also yes I made the mini mood boards 😌

Kindly do not copy my work.

DRACO MALFOY:

Draco Malfoy is the definition of generational wealth, so there's no doubt that he'd plan something romantic and lavish to spoil his partner.

He's not the best at expressing his feelings through words, so he loves making grand gestures in spoiling you. This is his way to show his upbringing and heritage; that he is worthy of your time and can treat you right.

Firstly he would pick you up personally then gift you a bouquet of your favourite flowers & something exquisite, like some custom made jewelry -an elegant bracelet maybe.

He'd go all out and book a private roof- top classic candle light dinner at the most famous and exclusive wizarding restaurants with the perfect view of the Eiffel tower in Paris. He'll hold your hand across the table, gently rub circles and occasionally give it a kiss. He also arranges for a pianist to play your favourite pieces.

After dinner, he would surprise you with a suite at a luxurious hotel to spend the night together. He'd run you both a bath and wash your hair for you while you enjoy some champagne and the most delicious macaroons you've ever had.

BLAISE ZABINI :

Blaise may come off as the most unbothered slytherin boy and honestly speaking, he is. But not when it comes to you.

You are special to him and he'd make it a point that you know. To prove this he would opt for an unconventional but romantic date night idea.

I just feel that he'd know how to drive a charmed car and owns a wide collection of vintage cars ( few from his ex step -fathers' as well). So he would take you on a romantic drive in the evening on his favourite classic vintage Porsche.

Both of you spend the night driving through the night sky watching the city lights of London; making conversations about what you like the most about each other.

Then he'd make a stop at one of his favourite spots secluded from the city to spend time watching you gaze at the stars and cuddling to get warmth from each other's bodies while he hums a soft tune.

He'd then drop you home safely but not before he kisses you passionately and say those three special words for the very first time.

THEODORE NOTT:

Theo is the pretty boy of the group. He is no doubt loaded with money- their family basically mints money for Gringotts from generations (so duh-) but he doesn't like to flash it the way Draco does.

He uses the 'dead mother' card to pull girls but in reality, he is quite the player. Deep down he at times, craves for female validation or attention. So he surrounds himself with different girls every few weeks so that he wouldn't get too attached to them.

But then he meets you and he just knows that you're the one for him. So he chases you down until you fall for him and now he wants to surprise you with the perfect date idea.

He invites you to his holiday home in Italy for the first time. The place where he grew up until his mother's death when he was 7 years old. He shows you around the huge property facing the sea and telling you about his childhood adventure there and secretly hopes that he would one day get to spend his life there with you.

He would then cook you dinner himself. Spaghetti- in the traditional Italian way with some vintage wine from his family's vineyard in the countryside.

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starrysallow · 3 days

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slytherin-paramour · 10 months

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He never learns 🙈

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radical-ghostface · 3 months

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MC - (worried) Guys, I can’t find Sebastian.

Garreth - Oooh, let me try something. (clears throat) MC IS A SELFISH WOMAN AND A TERRIBLE WITCH-(screams as Sebastian full body tackles him out of nowhere)

Sebastian - WHAT DID YOU SAY

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thesongthesoulsings · 5 months

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marypaol · 3 months

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Life From a Book

Draco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Feelings of Jealousy, but that’s all :)

Summary: Reader has been thinking about Draco for a long time, and doesn’t even know if he knows her name, but soon they run into each other and something changes.

She’s been thinking about that boy since Merlin knows when. He’s always found a way to linger in her brain, constantly sneaking his way into her thoughts. It wasn’t at any given time, it occurred whenever he desired, despite what she was doing.

Whether she was listening to Professor Snape take away points from Gryffindor for what seemed the millionth time that day, or staying up late in the Common Room working on a Charms Essay, he was always there. Not that they’ve encountered before, for she felt like at times that he doesn’t even know her name; let alone her existence. She couldn’t know the cause of her thoughts about him, but what she did know is that something about him intrigued her, Interested her, pulled her. She was curious, to put it simply. He put so much effort into his image, taking on the idea of being the well-known snob that did nothing but complain and snarl at anyone who crossed his path. That, right there, was exactly why she was confused about the fact that he was lingering in her brain. He was a bully, everyone knew that, why would she constantly think about him?

She often thought that it was because there was something missing; a piece missing from the puzzle that she struggled to find. Not only that, but she didn’t know what part of the picture it was. Let alone what the picture was.

It wasn’t until 4th year that they had a proper encounter, which was a total accident. She just so happened to be in the same corridor as him at the time.

Her body rammed into another unexpectedly, the other person not making a noise but she couldn’t help but let out a surprised gasp.

“Hey! Watch where you’re goi-“

His words stopped abruptly, looking down at her. She met his eyes, meeting grey and silver orbs. Her cheeks flushed at the meeting they were having, mumbling out apologies as she attempted to get past him. “It’s okay,” he grunted out, surprising her once more. “Just don’t do it again.” With that he left with a swish of his robes that looked intentional. His shadow lured on the walls as he walked, giving him his normal intimidating look. Her heart didn’t seem to stop beating rapidly as she turned around and walked the other way, feeling the refreshing air on her hot cheeks.

The food in front of her didn’t seem so appealing at the moment, but rather the thoughts of a certain blonde in her head did. Eating was the last thing on her mind, as she pushed the food around her plate with her fork. Glancing along the Slytherin table, she noticed him doing the same thing as her; the thought of food being on the corner of his brain. His arm though, was draped across Pansy Parkinson’s shoulders, her unappealing (in her opinion, really) face snuggling in his shoulder. Something flipped in her stomach, creating an uneasy feeling. Another uneasiness she felt was the fact that the feeling didn’t go away for the rest of the meal.

She found herself distancing herself from him. Which sounds ridiculous because she’s never been near him (other than the time they bumped into each other.) And of course, it’s not like they had some sort of relationship prior to what she saw him doing with Pansy, but whatever connection she felt between them since their encounter was gone. She wouldn’t look at him as often as she did, and whenever he slipped into her mind she pushed him away. In the more obvious world he didn’t notice a single thing that changed, mostly because what they had was nothing. She doubted he even knew her name. He had almost never spoken to her and they’ve never hung out before so how could he know if she isn’t thinking about him as often as she once did? It didn’t affect him in any way. It may have felt no different for him, but it felt completely different for her.

Deciding to distract her from the deep emotions she was feeling, she took herself to the Slytherin Common Room, the emerald on the walls and furniture calming to the eyes. She’s always liked the aesthetic of the Common Rooms; they displayed the true meaning the colors for the houses and the background on how they came about.

She sat on the preferred couch and opened her book, diving into the world that she so dear loved. If only the world was like books, where everything went according to plan just how the author wanted. Unfortunately for her not everything she wanted to happened happens.

Her thoughts on book pages and fictional life got interrupted when the portrait opened, someone entering the room. She looked up, making automatic eye contact with Malfoy, watching him walk over the couch she was sitting on. He stared at her and she stared back, heart pounding and thoughts clouded with possibilities on why he was there. “You weren’t looking.” He said suddenly. His voice was hard and his face had a poker face displayed on it. Every other person would be confused and she wasn’t any different. She stammered.

“E-excuse me?”

His facial expression didn’t change. “You weren’t looking.” He repeated, face still set in stone. He said it a little different than the first time but it held the same emotion.

Her voice on the other hand was full of confusion. “Looking at what?” She asked, closing her book and setting it on her lap.

He looked her up and down, like sitting down after a long day and reading was against the rules of Hogwarts. Once his eyes met hers again, he spoke. “Me.” He said shortly but the way he was telling her showed that he wasn’t nervous to tell her. In fact he seemed angry with her actions; like she should’ve known.

Despite her cheeks flushing a little, she replied. “And why does it matter to you if I look at you or not?” She tested.

He didn’t answer her, looking like he refused to. It’s almost like the reason was something he wanted to keep to himself, something he didn’t want to admit. He wasn’t growing nervous about saying it, heck no, he was the Prince of Slytherin after all. He was the most confident of them all.

“It doesn’t matter. Why would it matter if some girl looked at me?” He snarled, looking down at her like she was just a piece of meat. She shook her head, dismissing what she didn’t take as an insult. “Whatever you say, Malfoy.”

She said back, sitting back down on the couch, going to open her book. Draco spoke before she could do so. “Dance with me.” He said, still looking down at her. Her eyebrow rose, hands starting to sweat a little and her heart beat a little faster than normal. “What?” She laughed out. “You just told me-“

“Dance. With. Me.” He said clearly, walking around the couch and holding his hand out. She went with it, deciding that if Malfoy was going mad she would take the opportunity to experience him doing so. Her hand slid into his, the feeling of skin to skin making her heart stagger. He stood her up, hesitantly placing his hand on her waist. She placed her other hand that wasn’t holding his on his shoulder, getting ready to waltz. Draco had other plans, for he pulled her closer so her cheek was resting on his chest. He was warm, she quickly noticed, the body heat radiating off of him and she seeked as much as she could find,

rubbing her cheek slowly on his chest to somehow spread the warmth to the rest of her body. Nothing was on her mind at the moment; not Pansy and how she would think of this, not her book that she so wanted to be in, but only Draco found himself one more clouding her mind. If only she could stay in this moment forever, surrounded by warmth and physical touch, senses and thoughts full of Draco.

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