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mrsmikaelsxn · 10 months

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A Malfoy And A Potter

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pairing: draco malfoy x female potter reader

warnings: fluff, kissing

summary: you and draco have been dating in secret but the secret comes out when you two attend the yule ball together

a/n: i am so sorry i have not posted in forever, i've just been busy with school and work, and trying to catch up on my reading goal for the year! it's almost summer break so i should be posting more again :)

song: sleigh ride - the ronettes

You were currently pushed up against the wall by your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.

His lips roam the smooth skin of your jaw and throat. Peppering you with loving kisses while you play with his hair.

Both of you are breathing heavy and he brings his lips back up to your mouth as he kisses you. You let out a satisfied hum and put your hands on his chest.

You gently push him back a bit and he looks at you. "What's wrong, love?"

"Someone is going to see us," you whisper.

"Hm, well that sucks for them," he grins and kisses you again.

You push him and laugh, "I guess you're right," you smile.

"They're going to see us when we go to the ball tomorrow night, you do know that, don't you?"

"Well of course, I know that!"

Draco pulls you into his chest and rests his head on yours, "If Potter has a problem with you and me tomorrow, I'll be more than happy to practice some hexes on him," he glides his hand along your waist.

"There will be no practicing hexes, Draco," you pick up his hand and kiss it before walking out of his embrace.

"Boring!"

"Oh, don't be such a baby," you squeeze his cheeks. "Anyway, I'll be off to dinner now, you should come too," you start walking to the great hall and he follows you like a lost puppy.

You go in and sit with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. "Hello," you smile at them.

"Hi, Y/n," Hermione smiles.

"Hey, mate," Ron says.

"Greetings," Harry salutes you. You grin and salute him back.

"So, do you all have your dates?" You ask them. You already knew about Hermione's date, of course, you two are like sisters.

"Er- not exactly," Harry replies scratching the back of his neck.

"Same here," Ron sighs and drops his head onto the table. You cover your mouth to stop your laugh when he groans in pain.

"Welp, you two got under a day left," you clasp your hands.

"What about you?" Ron asks, "I've been wondering if you finally picked someone out of the two hundred people who asked you," he says with amusement.

"Oh don't be silly, Ron, it was not two hundred people!"

"Sorry- two hundred and seven," he corrects.

You roll your eyes, but it was true. You four have literally been tallying how many people have asked you, boys and girls. "Well, yes, I have a date."

"Really? Who?" Hermione asks.

"I suppose you'll have to see tomorrow," you exclaim with a smile.

You were in your room getting ready for the ball, slightly panicking. Hermione was already dressed and now helping you. "Y/n, you don't need to be nervous," she says as she helps with your hair.

"I know but-"

"No buts. You are perfect and you dance amazingly! Your date is very lucky," she smiles.

You relax a bit and look at her through the mirror, "Hermione, have I mentioned how much I love you?"

"Yes, yes you have," she takes her wand to finish your hair. You already did your makeup with some of her assistance. She claps her hands in excitement, "I believe it's time for the dress!"

You pick up the beautiful dark green gown. You had bought Draco a matching tie when you picked the dress out.

You put the dress on and flatten out some wrinkles.

"You look stunning!" Hermione squeals.

"You mean that?"

"Of course! Now, let's head to the ball!" Hermione links her arm with yours. You two make your way to the entrance when you start to panic again. For someone as well known and popular as you, you get social anxiety often.

"You go in first, I'm scared," you bite your lip nervously.

She sighs but nods. She gives you a quick smile with a thumbs up before she heads down the stairs and goes to her date, Viktor Krum. You peak through the curtain to watch. Ron's jaw drops when he looks at her and her date. He looks angry and you could almost laugh.

After pacing for two minutes you decided to just go down. You pull the curtain and try to sneak in without being noticed. Unfortunately, things don't always go the way you want.

There were an absurd amount of gasps as you made your way down the stairs, praying to Merlin that you didn't trip in your heels. The gaping gazes of the people there making you even more nervous.

You see Draco talking with his best friend, Blaise Zabini. Draco listens to his friend talk as he waits for you to arrive. He notices his friends eyes widened as his mouth opens a bit.

He furrows his brows and looks to see everyone staring at something. He looks and his eyes land on you. He feels all the air sucked out of him. He admires you and then snaps out of his trance and makes his way over you, who was smiling at him.

He holds out his hand and you place yours in his. He leans down to your ear and whispers, "I hope you know how ethereal you look, sweetheart," he pulls back and you blush. Another round of gasps fill the room and you hear a, "WHAT?!" You look over and see Harry rushing over to you two, "I- what in Merlin's name are you doing with Malfoy?!"

"Um, he's my date," you say.

Harry's jaw drops as his head goes back between the two of you. You laugh and shake your head.

Draco pulls on your hand, "I would appreciate a dance with my girlfriend while you continue gaping," he places his hand on your lower back and walks you to where people started to dance.

"GIRLFRIEND??!!"

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pomegrnteseed · 9 months

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raspberries

He wasn't sure when he first noticed it, but now it was unmissable.

Hermione Granger was not alright.

Draco had found her habits endearing initially; the lopsided piles of books on her desk, the mountains of paper piling up around her, the three quills stuck in her hair as she frantically patted down her pockets searching for something to write with.

The way she always took notes, handwriting spilling off the page in near-illegible scribbles as her brain failed to keep up with the thoughts running a mile a minute in her mind.

Her stomach always rumbled in staff meetings because she never ate breakfast, often worked through lunch, and pressed the beginnings of a dehydration headache from her temples as Robards rumbled on.

She was a meticulous researcher, loved the intricacies of laws and precedent, past cases she could help the aurors and magibarristers with. No one could crack her filing systems, but the evidence was always solid, always compelling. She was a talented woman, despite the barely contained and near-tangible chaotic energy that fizzed around her.

But three months ago, Draco noticed a shift.

Her blunt responses to McLaggen's idiotic requests in meetings were replaced with a chewed lip and silent bob of her head in acknowledgement. The stacks of papers and books now overwhelmed her small office, the door couldn't be fully opened when he popped his head in to see if she was ready for the briefing with Potter and Thomas at 3 o'clock.

He'd found her crunched in a ball in her seat, right leg bouncing, as she squirmed in the chair, completely engrossed in the notes she was writing. Two puddles of ink had been left to coagulate on her parchment, the fabric turning to mulch and slowly tearing a large hole in her work.

He coughed, but she didn't respond. Eventually, he called her name and she jumped with surprise.

"Malfoy, sorry, I was- doesn't matter. Is it that time already? Merlin, let me find-"

Her volume petered off as she mumbled to herself, hurriedly searching for the relevant documents, before growing frantic.

"M- my wand isn't- Malfoy I can't find- what a stupid woman, so careless, so lazy!"

To his horror, tears welled in her eyes as she tore through her desk, the wand in question nowhere to be found.

She gripped her thighs tight, nails digging into the material of her trousers, face red and torso rocking as she tried to calm her breath.

"Granger- Hermione, I need you to breathe."

She whimpered and Draco finally managed to curl his way round the door, finding a space to fit his feet between boxes and books and files.

He crouched, meeting her at her level, a tentative hand reaching out but slowly receding when she flinched.

"Hermione? I'm going to reschedule the meeting with Thomas and Potter. They're free tomorrow at the same time. Let me send a note to them. And then we'll figure out where your wand has rolled to."

She's chewing on her lip and he's sure it must be bleeding, but her small nod is all the permission he needs to rip a corner of parchment and send the note to Potter, who he urges to give her space til the following day. The man is infuriatingly protective of this witch, and the room really doesn't have space to fit another body among the file boxes and tomes. Especially with his tendency towards the dramatic.

Note sent, he surveys the woman before him. Her hands are now in fists, arms tight at her sides, and her shoulders are rounded. He senses shame in her and doesn't understand.

"Before we begin, have you eaten today? Do you need some water?"

She peers up at him, questioning gaze as she nods, tentative and skittish. He smiles gently.

"Go and grab yourself something from the tea cart in Meeting Room 3, it's empty but there's plenty leftovers. And then nip to the bathroom. I'll draw up a search plan."

She considers his words, eyes back on the floor as she weighs up her options, and acquiesces. As she slips out the door, he tells her there were definitely cheese and tomato sandwiches left. She nods in acknowledgement but carries on out the room.

He surveys the damage of her frantic searching, righting precarious leaning towers of books, replacing stationary, tucking her glasses away in their case. He brightens the light in the room a little, cracks open the window to let a little air in, and tries to determine a way forward, since his own Accio Granger's Wand was unsuccessful. Not that he was questioning her wandless casting or her ability to cast wandlessly under emotional strain. Draco Malfoy learned long ago not to underestimate this woman.

She returns with her food and water bottles for them both, stopping suddenly and frowning at the room.

"You brightened the light."

He nods.

"I thought it would help us search better with more light in the room."

"I don't- not that I'm ungrateful, but I can't have the light this bright. It hurts."

She trips over her words and apologies for inconveniencing him, tries to explain she can push through but he's already fixed his tampering. He goes to the window and closes it too, her wry, self-deprecating smile telling him his instincts were right.

"The noise," she explains with an apologetic shrug, "it gets too much sometimes. But the fresh air helps. I always forget to air the place out."

"Before we disrupt your filing system and double your workload in fixing my poor attempts to follow it, can I ask when you last remember using your wand?"

She closes her eyes, corners of her mouth pulled down.

"I can't remember."

He hums.

"Take me through your morning."

She does, and her eyes shoot open as she explains she'd made a second trip to the archives for this afternoon's meeting.

"I hadn't factored in the time, you see, so I was rushing. Was worried because the meeting was in 3 hours so I needed to get down and back so I could try and get lunch, but the lift was slow and there was a Disposal team at the Department of Mysteries again, so I had to take the long way round. There weren't any cheese sandwiches left, so I took the stairs but it made me even later so then-"

Draco nods along, following her out the door as they retrace her steps, her chattering all the while.

"Did you know the last time the Lestrange manor was raided, Burke's grubby little assistant stole Harry's glasses? I read it in his report. Absolute nuisance that girl-"

She stops suddenly, blushing and apologising.

"I don't realise I do it, you know. Talk, that is. I mean, obviously I know I'm talking but I don't realise I'm /still/ talking until suddenly I'm aware and I'm very embarrassed. Please do tell me to shut up. And if I don't listen, remind me I asked you to intervene."

Draco takes in this woman, her shining eyes trained on her fingers as she picks at the skin of her right thumb repeatedly. He gently reaches and she lets him pull her hands apart, watches him soothe her raw skin slowly with his cooler hands on her clammy ones. Her breath catches.

"Why are you being so nice?"

He laughs, but stops immediately when she frowns, turning to him before the Archives door.

"I'm serious. Why?"

Draco sighs.

"You take your tea with one sugar. You never have more than two cups a day. Your notes are embarrassingly messy, but you know exactly what you mean. You wear the same outfits, but sometimes you have on different socks and I /know/ those days are hard on you because you kick your shoes off and grumble about the carpet. You are remarkably talented and you have never let us down, but you are clearly exhausting yourself and are wholly unsupported in your role. I'm completely bewitched by you, Hermione Granger, your quirks and your inability to ever return a book to the library, even when it's not useful because One Day It Might Be. You forget to eat sometimes, and it's okay to ask for help. But I want to help even when you don't ask, or don't realise you need the reminder."

He lets out a huff.

"You stopped being snarky to McLaggen, and honestly that was the final straw. You always have a good comeback for him."

She's slackjawed.

"He told me I was weird. But his face was so twisted when he did it. It felt like school again. I've tried so hard to fit in. To do well. And mostly I think I'm good. But that day I'd missed a memo from Robards and I cried because it felt like failure and Cormac laughed. It hurt. And I got so flustered I couldn't speak. My jaw just wouldn't open. I never let people see me like that. But that night, I crawled onto my bed and the twist of his mouth played over and over. And everything slowly started slipping after that. Like I'd dropped one marble and the rest rolled out the bag, dropping to the floor."

Draco watches her, the sagging of her shoulders. He doesn't understand her perception of failure, but it clearly weighs her down.

"It's pasta night tonight, yes?"

She nods, baffled by the change of conversational direction.

"I happen to make a great tomato sauce. And homemade garlic bread. Will you join me for dinner? If not tonight, maybe next week?"

She twists her fingers, weighs up her options. He waits patiently.

"Tonight works. If you don't mind me going for a twenty minute walk after."

"20 minutes is enough time for me to prepare the fruits for dessert. No raspberries, naturally."

"They pop wrong!"

He laughs, recollecting her diatribe on the insult to her tongue the meek raspberry posed. Then he nodded to the Archives door.

"You'll likely find your wand in the last box you searched. Since you summoned it to the sorting table."

The o-shape of surprise her mouth makes is utterly tempting, but he wants to do this right.

"You're not a failure, Hermione Granger. You're remarkable. And you're human. And I think you're the most intriguing woman I've ever met. The way your brain works, the connections you make - I will never replicate, but I could watch you work for hours and still be bewildered the following day. Have dinner with me. Let me learn what helps you feel safe and comfortable and capable. Let me get to know you beyond the Ministry. I think you're something special. It would be an honour to learn you, as best I can."

She hasn't looked him in the eye so long before. He knows because he counts the seconds each time, falling into the depths of her caramel irises.

Her smile is slow to build but when it reaches full grin Draco finds himself unsteady on his feet. She's radiant.

"You really do see me, don't you?" she asks him, glowing at his confident nod.

"Yes Draco Malfoy, you can cook me pasta for dinner. And I'll try your raspberries."

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I was inspired by Ivie over on twitter to explore neurodivergence in this fandom, and used my own recent discoveries about myself. I have no dx so I don't label anything here. I just wanted to explore soft Draco being gentle with overly hard on herself Hermione because it was cathartic for me on a bad day to imagine what that kindness and patience could look like.

#dramione #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #soft draco malfoy #neurodivergent hermione granger #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hp fandom

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rosemary-morgan · 1 year

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Draco Malfoy X F.Reader - Forbidden flower (Part 4)

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself. OC Jericho Griffin belongs to me.)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

This AU is set 10 years after the Battle of Hogwarts

👉 Read PART 1 / 👉 Read PART 2 / 👉 Read PART 3

Summary: It's just you and Draco. A night full of passion and sins... ♥

Warning: NSFW 18+ and lots of fluff, romance and sweet, soft Draco

If you like the story, please, please reblog 🖤 it will help so much 🌻

Forbidden flower - Part 4

Draco sighed softly, kept watching the time, and hoped for the soon arrival of his girlfriend. In his hand he held a red rose and he could hardly wait to give it to her. He would have liked to give her a whole bouquet, but she would be unable to keep it in her home.

Draco felt more and more worried about Y/N. In the last few weeks, Draco had also become familiar with the unpleasant side of her husband. Jericho had more and more often been noticed negatively at work, seeming hardly to be able to control himself when he was annoyed about something. Y/N hadn't mentioned a single word that Jericho had ever gotten handsy with her, and Draco hoped that her husband would never dare. His thoughts faded as he saw Y/N leaving the store.

Y/N saw Draco and she instantly smiled, which he returned immediately - but her smile faded as Jericho appeared in the next moment. He just came out from behind Olivanders and headed straight for Y/N. Jericho didn't see Draco at all, for Draco was standing a few meters behind him.

Panic instantly spread through Y/N's mind, because this was a risky moment. Draco didn't seem to have noticed her husband either, for he walked towards Y/N without any hesitation. Her eyes grew wide as she glanced briefly at Draco and he frowned in question, smiling nonetheless. He wondered why she suddenly looked so serious but Draco was not expecting that her husband would suddenly appear. Draco believed that Jericho was still sitting at his desk, working. To make things worse, Y/N saw the red rose in Draco's hand and if Jericho would see it too and then instantly he would understand what was going on between them. Y/N tried to keep a clear mind, but Draco sped up, almost catching up with Jericho. Now Y/N had to act quickly. Her heart was beating up to her throat and she turned pale. Her stomach contracted painfully and it felt like she was about to throw up. But she walked purposefully towards Jericho and greeted him;loud enough so that Draco would hear it too and understand what was happening.

"Hi Jericho!"

Abruptly, Draco stopped, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning and turned away from her, his heart pounding. The blond man stayed in place for the moment, overhearing the two of them and watching Y/N forcing herself to ignore him, as hard as it was for her.

"Surprise, sweetheart!"

When Draco heard him speak, he felt sick. Sweetheart? No, she certainly wasn't his sweetie! Jealousy crept up involuntarily in Draco and he clenched his jaw tightly so that his bones were clearly pressing through under his skin.

"I thought you were going to be working late again tonight?"

"Aren't you glad to see me, Y/N? Though I was going to give you a treat and take you out for dinner!"

Draco held back hard, hating the thought of her having to spend the evening with Jericho. The young Malfoy made his way down one of the narrow alleys, close enough to keep an eye on the two of them. It drove him crazy to see Jericho kissing and touching her. Stroking through her soft hair and seeing how uncomfortable it made her. Instantly, Draco couldn't help but think of that awful dinner where Jericho had treated his wife with no respect at all.

"Come on, sweetie. Let's enjoy tonight. We haven't spent time together for a long while!"

Draco would have loved to throw several curses at him, but he didn't. Not when Y/N was around and obviously Y/N was afraid of being caught having an affair with him. Draco looked down at the rose in his hand and sighed heavily before leaning the back of his head against the wall.

"Fuck..."

From that day on, Jericho waited for Y/N every single day and Draco didn't even have a chance to talk to her. This had been going on for four days and the young Malfoy thought he was going crazy. Jericho didn't seem to let his wife out of his sight anymore and he left his workplace much earlier than usual. Draco couldn't visit her at work either, for she was never alone there. It was a crappy situation, that much was certain. He had to figure something out if Draco wanted to see his lover. And Y/N liked the current situation even less; Jericho didn't leave her side, seeming to be his old self. He brought her flowers, gave her gifts and was charming. But Y/N was not stupid, knowing that this was not his true nature. Whatever got into him, she didn't trust him. Too much evil had happened between them and Y/N would never forgive him. No matter how hard Jericho would try, he had already lost her. Draco was the only man she wanted and she had to see him. The young woman reached for other ways to make that happen...

♦♦♦♦

"Sit down, Jericho. Dinner will be ready in a minute."

He hugged his wife from behind, burying his face in the crook of her neck and breathing in her scent. Y/N shivered and closed her eyes for a moment, simply disgusted when Jericho got too close.

"Can't we just skip dinner? And go upstairs?", Jericho whispered hoarsely in her ear, making her shiver even more.

"No, Jericho..."

"Come on, sweetie. It's been so long since we last had sex. Why don't you feel like it?"

What was she supposed to say in response? That she found him disgusting? That she loved and desired another man? Oh, Jericho would freak out! And Draco probably would too, if she gave Jericho what he demanded.

"I just don't feel like it lately."

She heard Jericho sigh and when he let go of her, she instantly reached for the plates she had already filled with food. Wordlessly, she walked to the table where she placed everything.

"You never feel like it. I just wonder why? Am I not good enough in bed for you?"

There he was again. The selfish, neurotic Jericho.

"Not today, Jericho. Please. Sit down and have dinner with me."

She tried the quiet way, and sometimes it worked but once she got into an argument, she was lost. By now she knew how to deal with her husband. Nevertheless, it was not easy to restrain him, as it was now. He did sit down at the table, but Y/N flinched now and then at his abrupt movements. She averted her eyes from him while he stared at her, and of course it didn't escape her. It was more than uncomfortable, but she tried to focus on her food with her appetite gone. Jericho, on the other hand, ate everything Y/N had cooked him. Y/N just poked around in her plate, taking a bite or two. Again and again she looked furtively at him and wondered when the effect of the potion she had secretly bought would finally take effect. This potion was supposed to make him completely sleepy within a few minutes and put him out of action for the next eight hours. And when Jericho finally began to yawn, Y/N smirked unremarkably. Jericho himself didn't even think that Y/N might have added something into his food. Still, he found it strange that he suddenly became so tired.

"Fuck... I'm going to lie down. I can barely keep my eyes open..."

Jericho already rose and left the kitchen without further ado. Y/N glared after him until he disappeared from her sight. Impatiently she tapped her fingers on the wooden table, waiting for him to finally get upstairs to the bedroom. When she heard him going up the stairs, she slowly rose from her seat. Not much longer and she would finally see Draco...

♦♦♦♦

"Let me take care of your coat," the soft voice behind her said, and Y/N undid the last button, slowly pulling the fabric over her shoulders, tilting her head a little to the side, and she could clearly feel Draco's breath on her neck. He was more than surprised to see Y/N at this late hour, but all the more pleased. Draco slowly took off her coat and didn't take his eyes off her for a second. It took a lot of strength for him not to kiss her senseless. His focus was on her delicate neck and without really thinking about it, he gently caressed her skin with his fingers. Instantly the young woman closed her eyes and enjoyed this wonderful feeling that he caused inside her.

With one hand, Draco brushed her hair aside and he smoothed a gentle kiss on her neck, whereupon she panted softly. She lifted her hand and placed it on the back of his head as Draco's hands slowly stroked her sides and he eventually wrapped his arms around her stomach.

"God, I've missed you, Y/N..."

He couldn't have endured another day without her, and he was happy to have her with him in his house.

"I almost went crazy without you," he whispered hoarsely.

His words brought a smile to her lips and she felt so wanted. She turned to him, their eyes met, and Y/N lost herself in his blue eyes. As Draco leaned in towards her, their faces were now very close and her heartbeat quickened. Naturally, their lips found each other and the moment Draco kissed her, her eyes closed. Her arms wrapped around his neck as they exchanged a tender kiss and Y/N instantly felt her pussy begin to tingle. There was so much desire, so much lust in that kiss. Sensually, Y/N whispered his name as he began to caress her neck again. She desperately clawed into his blond hair and tried to control her trembling voice, yet again and again a pleasurable groan escaped her. For Draco, this was pure music. His body was on fire, for he desired this woman like no other. He was nervous and also excited, but he managed to hide this well.

His hands enclosed her petite shoulders as he opened his mouth a crack wide to glide his tongue over her soft lips. This was more than appreciated by Y/N and a passionate dance began between their tongues, making them both moan with pleasure. As if guided by an invisible force, they both went to Dracos bedroom.

And once there, the two began removing each other's clothes, slowly dropping them to the floor one by one.

"Draco..."

His name fell softly over her lips as her fingers stroked his bare chest. Draco kissed her, looking into her face with half-opened eyes as he gently cupped her neck before covering it with fiery kisses. Full of pleasure, Y/N closed his eyes, moaning softly. Draco could hardly believe his luck. This wonderful and tender creature in his arms was the best thing that could happen to him. After all the years of loneliness and regret, Draco finally found peace in Y/N's lap.

"Y/N..."

He whispered her name as he looked at her, gently stroking through her hair.

"Do you want to do this?"

Y/N felt so valued and it warmed her heart. Jericho had never treated her so lovingly before and it moved her to tears.

Draco saw the tears in her eyes, but he also saw her smile and she assured him that she wanted that. With a contented sigh, Draco kissed her and Y/N instantly wrapped her hands around his neck.

"Draco, I want you," she whispered and her beautiful eyes looked at him full of love. "I'm very attracted to you and I can't imagine anything more beautiful right now. I want to make love to you."

Draco took great joy in her words. He leaned his forehead against hers and smiled, closing his eyes for a moment.

"You mean a lot to me, Y/N, and I want to see you happy."

Y/N kissed him with affection before nuzzling her cheek against his and sliding her hands into his blond hair. For a while they remained tightly in an embrace, whispering loving words to each other, until finally Draco lifted her in his arms and carried her to bed. There he laid her down, looking down at her from above, admiring her body. Naked and beautiful as she was created, she lay before him.

"Beautiful," he whispered as he did not take his eyes from her body.

The young woman looked at him, admiring the slender but quite powerful and well-trained body. His cock was already aroused and she almost feared that he might be too big for her.

"Come to me, Draco," she whispered, reaching out to him, an invitation which he gently took. He half lay on top of her, careful not to burden her with his weight. Her warm body felt so wonderful that he sighed in pleasure. He could clearly feel her breasts nestling against his skin.

Y/N's hands slid over his shoulders as he moved his arms under her back, and put one hand on the back of her neck, to support her a bit while he kissed her tenderly. The young woman literally melted in his arms.

"Y/N"

He whispered her name.

"I want to touch you. I want to kiss every part of your body..."

At his words, the young woman sighed with anticipation.

"Then touch me, Draco," she replied as she took his hand and placed it on her breast. Draco grabbed hold of her firm and delicious flesh, moaning deep in arousal.

The young man bent down to her breasts and instantly closed his lips around the rosy bud. A soft, lustful gasp was heard from his lover as he began sucking on her nipple. Her fingers buried themselves in his blond hair, pressing him closer to feel more of that intense sensation. When Draco heard how much she liked what he was doing, he became even more passionate. His hand moved down her body. First over her hip, then further and further down until he reached the sensitive spot between her thighs. An audible sigh escaped her pretty lips as Draco caressed her and she opened her legs for him, allowing him more room to play. Draco looked up at her with a confident smile, and the lust that was visible on her face was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He grinned, sliding his tongue around the hard bud as he did so, and he could already feel on his fingers how wet she was getting from his touch. With a soft smack, he let go of her nipple, kissing his way down her body with hunger and desire. Y/N blushed as she realized how close he was getting to her pussy and before she could think about it any further, she saw him already lying between her legs. Full of pleasure, she bit her lips and couldn't wait to be licked by him.

Draco's hands gently ran over her thighs and he looked at her beautiful womanhood; this sight aroused him very much and her scent overwhelmed him. The young man looked up at her, wanting to make sure that what he was doing was okay. Her beautiful eyes looked at him with curiosity and she reached out to him, stroking through his hair.

"May I?" he asked softly, with the thought of tasting her driving him mad with lust. He moistened his lower lip with the tip of his tongue as he waited for an answer from her. He would have loved to throw himself over her, making love at her like mad. However, Draco was not to wait long for a response as she nodded at him, and she saw Draco lower his face between her thighs. The moment Draco's tongue caressed her clitoris, her head fell back into the soft pillows.

His tongue circled her pearl, then drove between the wet, soft cleft of her inner labia. Letting her delicious nectar melt on his tongue, Y/N reached into his hair and clawed at it, making Draco hum softly. It was a contented hum that testified to how much he was enjoying this. The young woman kept panting lustfully as he licked her and sucked on her swollen labia. She thought she was going to lose her mind.

"Draco!"

This time she moaned a little louder, her body arching up and her legs began to tremble. Her climax would not be long in coming, that much was certain. As his tongue slid into her wet opening, she felt endless pleasure. She had never experienced anything so wonderful before. Draco took his time with her and gave her what was good for her.

"D-Draco..."

Suddenly she was overcome with such a violent orgasm that she cried out loud. Draco looked up at her, his gaze full of desire for her. His hands held her by the hips so there was no escape from his tongue. She felt hot, very hot, and her heart was hammering madly against her chest. Her climax ebbed only slowly and she enjoyed every single moment.

Draco spread soft kisses over her inner thighs, possessing himself one last time over her sweet, wet center that shimmered brilliantly before kissing his way up her body.

Y/N could taste herself as Draco kissed her on the mouth; it was an unfamiliar sensation, but an arousing one at the same time.

Her throbbing center yearned for Draco and she felt his thick shaft pressing against her thigh, eagerly waiting to finally plunge into her.

"Y/N"

Draco watched her from under half lowered lids as Y/N nestled her abdomen against his, feeling the velvety tip of his cock pressing against her clit.

"Draco, I need you," she whispered with lust. The blond man reached between their two bodies for his erected penis, rubbing it first against her wet labia before gently pushing himself inside her.

Y/N's gaze moved down, wanting to watch him slide into her, finally making her his.

Her fingers clawed into his forearms and she looked up into his handsome face, which contorted with lust as he penetrated her inch by inch. Y/N let her head sink back into the pillow as she joined him in letting out a moan of pleasure.

He didn't move at first, wanting to let this wonderful feeling of being inside her take effect on him. When he bent down to her, his lips touched her face. He kissed her temple and let his lips brush over her eyebrow. When she lowered her lashes, he kissed her eyelid very gently. His tongue slid over her cheek, and finally his lips took her mouth in possession. He kissed her with such tenderness that she melted. She noticed the scent of the man she was hugging - fresh mint, and his kisses tasted the same. She opened her mouth to his searching tongue and gave in to his desire. Draco gripped her bare tit with the palm of his hand, stroking the tip of her nipple with his thumb. She moaned out as a shiver of purest pleasure took possession of her body. His hands moved down her body, the hot touch of his fingers on her naked flesh arousing her deeply. Clinging to him, she enjoyed his taste and scent, as well as the feeling of him deep inside her. Her soft curves pressed against the hard length of his body. When he began thrusting into her, they moaned together and Draco reached for her hand, letting his fingers slide between hers as he made love to her. She was tight and warm. When he felt her thigh brush against his, fire shot through his loins. Gasping and moaning, he thrust himself into her, sliding out of her silky cunt, and back in again and again.

Lust filled voices and the scent of her arousal was in the air.Y/N couldn't remember the last time she had been this happy. Draco was gentle, whispering sweet words to her over and over, which made her smile, but blush at the same time.

"Draco... this is so good..."

"Mmmm..."

Draco looked down at this beautiful woman and by God, what a glorious feeling that was!

"You're mine, Y/N..."

Draco was possessive, yes. But he wanted to make it clear once and for all that she didn't belong to her husband Jericho. That man didn't deserve her and he would never keep her with him.

"Say it, Y/N... I want to hear it."

"I'm yours, Draco..."

And to him alone. Her thoughts only circled around the young Malfoy and Jericho was completely forgotten at the moment. She would come again tonight, she felt it clearly and Draco was already starting to come. His thrusts became a little rougher, a little less precise and his abdomen began to tremble. Y/N pressed her lover against her, her fingers dipped in his blond hair, she moaned his name in his ear, and finally her climax burst upon her and took her into the sky. He thrust himself hard into her, clawing hard into her hips, and then when the wave of lust overtook him, he pulled out of her and squirted his seed onto her belly. This sight was pure sin and Draco more than enjoyed seeing her satisfied and happy. The cum was sticking to her skin, which was more than tempting. A soft purr left his lips as he finally leaned down to her and tenderly kissed her sweet mouth. His eyes showed pure love as he looked at her. Gently, he stroked through her full hair, then slid his thumb gently across her cheek. Her beautiful eyes shimmered like two stars and he saw the tears that had built up in them. But Y/N smiled, for she was so happy and this feeling literally overwhelmed her, finally began to cry. Draco kissed each tear from her cheeks, whispering loving words to her and Y/N, could not believe her luck.

Draco lied down next to her. Somewhat exhausted, but completely filled with happiness, he closed his eyes before pulling Y/N to his chest. A blissful sigh left her lips as she snuggled against his warm body. But as soon as Y/N would get out of bed and touch the floor, this beautiful moment would burst. Like a bubble…

♦♦♦♦

Tenderly, Draco stroked through her hair as her face rested against his chest and she stroked his skin. She had seen the large scars on his forearm, but hadn't spoke to him about it. Each injury had its own story.

"I have to go soon, Draco..."

But Draco didn't want to hear that at all. However, he could not stop her. He still didn't understand why she wanted to go back to Jericho. She had no business there anymore! Her place was here, by his side.

"I don't want to let you go to him, Y/N," he whispered, and she looked up at him. "I can't stand the thought of him touching you... Stay here. You don't have to go back to him."

"I have to, Draco. The potion will lose its effect in a few hours."

"The potion?"

He raised his brows in surprise when she spoke of a potion. Now Draco understood why it had been possible for her to sneak out of the house at such a late hour.

"Yes. Otherwise it wouldn't be possible for me to be with you at all."

And she would continue to give this potion to him. It was an elaborate potion, but it was damn effective; if prepared properly. However, the young woman did not mention that she had bought the potion in a store in Knockturn Alley...

"Well, well. The Gryiffindor is using the tricks of a Slytherin. I guess there is a little Slytherin behind that cute shell of yours though?"

The young woman laughed softly.

"I'm still a Gryiffindor. But I'm in love with a Slytherin."

When Draco heard this, his expression became quite serious and yet his eyes radiated so much love.

"I love you, Y/N."

And with a deep kiss he testified his words...

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liaredrose · 2 years

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The words and the newborn smile died as the woman turned to face him.

Her mouth opened and her facial features became confused and astonished. “Malfoy?”

There were surely some deities - three at least - that hated him and conjured for that to happen, because there was no other explanation to what was happening to him.

It was a catastrophe.

A catastrophe Draco couldn’t escape unless he bolted out of the shop to never come back again, which was something he couldn’t do. That’s why he cleared his throat and proceeded to greet his customer with a simple and clear “Granger.”

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#harry potter #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #love #fanfic #lovers #slow romance #potions #Florence #idiots in love #happy ending #soft Draco Malfoy #oliver stummvoll #emma watson

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aiuredsworld · 8 months

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The Shared Hoodie of WTTWOG

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#hpdm #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco #harry #harry x draco #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #wttwog #this is a wttwog fanart #i love that book #the Shared Hoodie #harry looks so smug even Voldemort cannot shut him #he is proud of his bf #draco in hoodie is so soft #welcome to the world of grey

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vanessamooney · 20 days

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Heaven Above - Draco x Reader

Prompt: Draco finds you late at night in the astronomy tower, set during 5-6th year.

Pairing: Draco x Slytherin!Reader

On black nights where the air stood still and the sky was littered with flashing bulbs of hope she came and sat on the highest peak of the astronomy tower. Her legs were curled against her chest, squeezed uncomfortably tight by her frail arms. It was cold; not cold enough to shiver but cold enough to sit and ponder in thoughts that swirled within them the very galaxy.

Of course, she wasn’t allowed up here so late - no one was. It was so much like a game, one of the only thrills she partook in. It was worth it for her, even if she were to get caught; but she never did, not by wandering prefects, not by professors or other misbehaving students. Never by them.

She was caught by the moon, and the stars, and creatures watching from the forest she wasn’t aware of. But she was aware of the moon, aware of the planets and the yearning which pulled her closer, which made her twinkling eyes widen just that little bit more, made her inhale just that little bit deeper and made her nostalgic for lifetimes ago that she never really experienced.

It was the sort of magic the professors never taught, the sort of magic which had no history books or lessons to attend or true believers. Magic from another world, so much more fragile and fussy than the magic which spouted from her wand. It took tender love and peculiar attention for this magic to blossom; the kind which granted wishes made on stars and pleas blown on dandelions.

Y/N let her legs dangle along the edge, fighting the cold stone against her skin. She planted her palms firmly next to her hips and she pondered on her own self and the foreboding which wrapped her in chills. She imagined she was the dandelion, and her petals were blown to be forever spread across the cosmos, never to be seen again.

'Don't get too close to the edge lest you fall,'

She heard the familiar voice of Draco echo around the tower and into the distantness of the night. She pressed her lips into a thin line, and slowly turned to see the blonde boy standing with posture so rigid and his blue gaze piercing through the darkness.

She met his gaze, her own expression unreadable. 'Malfoy,' she acknowledged, taken aback from the unexpected company.

Y/N and Draco had spent the entirety of their schooling at Hogwarts in the same house, exchanging glances and polite nothings.

In second year, the glances became longing and stares became more noticeable. Polite exchanges became longer and their seats in the great hall grew closer. Their friends became mutual and late night study in the library turned into giggles.

In third year their hands brushed each others during potions class, receiving unapproving looks from Snape. Weekends were spent with butter beer moustaches and unexpected flowers plucked from gardens.

In fourth year Draco asked Y/N to the Yule Ball and she was sorry to tell him that a Durmstrang boy had already asked her and she had said yes. Draco watched that year as she danced the night away with another boy, his heart heavy with unspoken emotions.

His eyes held the same look now as they did that night and she saw his face heavy with grief as the moonlight illuminated his features, 'Y/L/N,'

She motioned for him to join her, a flicker of sympathy softening her features even more - as if he didn't melt her just by being a flame.

Draco joined her on the cold floor of the astronomy tower, the moon bathing them in her light. For a moment, they simply sat in silence, legs swinging in the tension, taking in the breathtaking view of the night sky stretched out before them.

'It's beautiful, isn't it?' Y/N murmured, her voice barely above a breathy whisper as she gazed to the stars.

Draco nodded in agreement, sneaking a glance of Y/N's side profile. He noted how flushed her lips were from the cold, how rosy she was and how the scent in her long hair enveloped them in peonies and myrtle with the gentle blows of the wind.

'Why are you out here?'

'I could ask you the same thing,'

'That’s true,' she smiled, 'But I asked you first,'

Draco couldn't help but return her smile, he always had a soft spot for her. 'I just needed some air,' he admitted, his tone laced with a reserve that hinted against his own words. 'Now you,'

'I just needed some air,' Y/N parroted, a glint of mischief lighting her up momentarily as they both let out a slight chuckle. She laid her heavy head on the willing shoulder next to her and he relished in her touch.

Draco felt a rush of warmth flood through him as Y/N mirrored his words, her playfulness always brought a sense of lightness to the atmosphere and he wishes he could selfishly lock her into a box, all for himself.

'Do you remember the first time we snuck out of the castle together?' he asked suddenly, breaking the tranquil silence that had settled between them. It was a moment he had buried deep within himself, yet it resurfaced now in the stillness.

Y/N lifted her head from his shoulder, looking at him inquisitively. 'How could I forget?' she replied, her voice filled with amusement. 'It seems like life times ago now,' she remembered, of course she remembered.

She let out a heavy sigh upon the resurgence of buried memories, her gaze faltering to the twiddling thumbs in her lap. Her watering eyes met his and she couldn’t help but let out a sob, her eyes fluttering with embarrassment.

'What happened to us?' She breathed out shakily.

Draco reached out instinctively, his thumb brushing away her tears as he met her gaze with an unwavering intensity. 'I wish I knew,' he admitted softly, his voice tinged with regret.

With a lingering kiss on her forehead. Y/N leaned into his touch, seeking comfort in his warmth as she struggled to compose herself. She reached out to rub his forearm to comfort him too but Draco had flinched, frantically pulling the white sleeves of his shirt down. And with a silent knowing glance, she knew exactly what happened to them.

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kyhgwts · 2 years

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summary: when y/n thinks doms are just assholes and so her best friend Draco teaches her what a real dom is like. (2.4k)

WARNINGS: SMUT! VERY MATURE CONTENT! please do not proceed if you are not mature enough. Dom/Sub, Daddy kink, squirting, rough sex(but like… soft in a way? and AFTERCARE) Unprotected sex(please do not do this😁) (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Draco) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: Soft!draco x Fem!reader

Ky: did i think of this while masterbating… yes yes i did.

‘Why do you think so?’ he says coming from his bathroom as you were laying on his bed.

‘because they just want an excuse to control a woman and have her all sappy for them while they go and fuck multiple bitches’ you said shrugging, Draco’s jaw dropped.

‘Why do you say that?’ he asks, you look up at him to see his dangerous look.

‘because i’ve been with one? remember?!’ you ask, Draco rolled his eyes.

‘he was not a ‘dom’ y/n. He in fact was just a dickhead’ Draco said, you look at him thoughtfully.

‘well obviously there’s no difference’ you say, Draco snorted.

‘you’ve been with a guy who claimed to be a dom, when hint mother fucking hint he was not. And then you base all of them off that one guy?’ he said curiously, you shrug.

‘i mean what else am i supposed to do? i’ve only ever been with him so…’ you trail off.

‘i’m an asshole then?’ he said, you gave him a confused look.

‘no i didn’t say that’ you say quickly before realizing what he meant. ‘well maybe you are.’ you back yourself up shrugging, he grins.

‘there’s a difference between someone who actually likes to control woman and hurt them than a guy who is actually a dom y/n.’ he said, you roll your eyes.

‘yeah okay, i’ll just have to wait and see then’ you said, he paused your movements.

‘or you don’t have to’ he said with a ‘obvious’ tone.

‘there’s no way in hell i’m letting you fuck me’ you say, he glared at you.

‘wow. what’s that supposed to mean?‘ he said, you just sigh.

‘i don’t know, having sex with your best friend means your not best friends anymore.’ you say, he narrows his eyes.

‘if we say we’re best friends then we are’ he said, you chew at your lip considering it.

For one, you know Draco would never hurt you and for two you could really use some sex right about now.

‘fine’ you say, he stills as if he didn’t think you’d say yes.

‘come on then’ you gesture to his bed, taking off your shirt with no hesitation. He smirks walking over to the bed while taking off his shirt.

‘if after this, you still don’t like it then that means you just don’t like it, it doesn’t mean doms are assholes.’ he said you notice the seriousness in his voice and you nod taking off your shorts you had on.

He was now on top of you and you just knew by that second that he was right. The feeling of him on top of you was so comforting and it felt like warm hug. And as if a switch had changed in him…

‘are you sure?’ his voice was soft, his voice was normally soft towards you different from when he was talking to his other friends but it was never this soft.

‘yeah’ you whispered watching him with curious eyes, it was crazy how he already put you under a spell not even 2minutes into it.

‘do you want me to take off these first or do you want to wait till after i do the other stuff’ he asked, you look in his eyes.

‘other stuff?’ you ask, he gave a look that showed he was disappointed.

It was in that moment that he realized, you deserved so much better than what you had got.

‘foreplay’ he whispered lightly, you just stared at him.

‘i want to keep them on’ you say, testing to see if he would protest against you but he didn’t and you can tell… tell that you were so wrong.

‘ok,’ he said, leaning down to your neck he began to kiss and bite on it making you shudder.

‘are my hands alright?’ he asked, you nodded. His hands were placed on your hips sending a heat to your core.

‘make sure to tell me what you don’t like ok?’ he said, oh… he was much different than your last.

‘ok’ you respond mind hazy and voice breathy.

His mouth traveled down to your exposed breasts since you never really wear bras, he took a nipple into his mouth making you tense and your hands fly to his hair.

A moan you’ve never heard escapes you mouth, you didn’t understand.

‘first off, a dom takes time with you. an asshole just fucks you and leaves. Hence not a real dom’ he said, you nod in understanding.

‘good’ he said, you whimper at the praise before you could catch yourself making him smirk.

His lips travel slowly down till their at your panty line, his hot breath hitting your stomach.

‘Can i take them off?’ he asks, you nod furiously.

‘yes please’ you whispered.

He leans up and hooks his fingers into you panties before pulling them down with the help of you lifting your hips up.

You feel his fingers swipe down your core making you whine, he looks up at you and grins.

His finger enters you making you pull at his hair letting out a moan, he starts to thrust his finger making you squirm.

He works you up until you feel your end, right over the hill. He pulls his finger out of you making you gasp.

‘Draco!’ you freak, he just begins to take off the remainder of his clothes.

You eyes glue to him, quidditch certainly pays off. Genes? maybe his dad has that big of a-

‘red. that’s your safe word, if you want to stop at any point you use the word red. understand?’ he says, you nod.

‘i wont stop unless you use red because i’ll think you like whatever i’m doing, on the other hand if you just don’t like it tell me, alright?’ he says, you nod again.

He pulls you closer to him, and before you can even think he is splitting you open making you cry out his name.

‘I still don’t get it, it seems like you will just use me, your rough you know’ you say, and although you liked it, you just wanted to get him irritated.

‘oh? alright’ he begins to slowly drag himself out and slowly back in making you shudder.

He begins to move in and out making you whimper but he’s going incredibly slow.

‘ugh y-you’re so annoying’ you mumble pushing your hips down, he shakes his head.

‘and you are hard to please because you’re telling me you don’t like something when i know you do.’ he said, you groan.

‘f- fuck you’ you say intending it to come out warning but it came out breathy and whiny.

‘ok… if you really want to’ he shrugged, before you could comprehend anything he was smashing into you, beginning a rough and fast pace.

Your eyes rolled back and you moaned so loud you knew someone had to of heard you, your hands fall from his hair laying limp on either side of your head.

You’re breathing became quick and fast and your mouth hung open, he leaned down to your ear biting at it before talking to you.

‘you really don’t get it huh?’ he said his voice dark and deep, you shake your head.

‘you want to know what a dom is? someone who yes technically likes to take control but it’s because they want to care for you, and make you feel good. They’ll fuck you till you’re limp and crying, and then they’ll give you a hot bath to help with you’re sore limbs’ he says, you listen to his silky voice as he doesn’t stop his assault on you.

‘that’s what you call a manipulator’ you mumble, he lets out a chuckle.

‘remember that safe word i gave you? baby i’m not talking about sad tears i’m talking about good tears, tears because it feels so good.’ he said, you go wide eyed at the name.

‘if at anytime you say red i’ll stop immediately. You have the upper hand not me.’ he says.

‘mhm’ you mumble in understanding, you felt too good to respond, too good to fight.

‘A dom is supposed to make you feel safe under their arms, not scared. They bring you warmth, they’re there to protect you.’ he says, you moan when he hits deeper.

‘I like to be on top, not because i want to boss woman around. Because i want to take care of woman, i want to make you wither and cry because you feel too good to take anymore. And after i’ll put us both in a warm bath to help ease your body. After that i’ll cook you some food, and then i’ll make sure you sleep well.’ he said, the whole thought of what he was saying making you even more wet.

‘How are you feeling baby?’ he says, you whine body shaking.

‘g- good’ you say, he hums pulling your leg and putting it over his shoulder making you go wide eyed and cry.

‘So you do like this? hm? being under me, withering and begging, you like someone to be controlling you and fucking you so good that it hurts’ he said, he was so right and it made you mad.

And something that has been shot down since your last relationship when he said he hated it, something you do without noticing. Something you knew you had but kept it a dirty secret.

‘daddy’ you moan, you freeze in his hold. He could tell you didn’t mean to let it slip, and he smirked to himself.

‘yes baby?’ he says, and you absolutely melt into him. It’s like he was meant for you, you knew you wouldn’t be able to be just friends after this.

‘oh god,’ you whine, pushing your hips down to meet his. Your hands spread wide and close then spread wide again, grabby hands as you would say. You needed something to hold.

He noticed your gesture grabbing both hands and linking them with his own slamming them down onto the mattress, above your head.

‘ugh’ you throw your head further into the mattress, whole body tensing waiting for your release.

‘a dom is supposed to stay loyal to their sub, and they are supposed to care and love for you.’ he whispered into your ear, his voice hoarse but still so soft.

‘do you understand now love?’ he said, you nod your head furiously.

‘yes! yes! i do’ you shout, he was so close to your lips.

‘draco’ you whine trying to move your head up but failing miserably, he stares at your lips before crashing his own onto them.

His arm moved down to hold under your stomach keeping you stable as he fucked you into the sheets, his other hand then grabbed both of your hands pinning them above your head.

You make a audible noise that you’ve never even heard out of yourself before, he smirks into the kiss backing away ever so slightly.

‘you’re very whiny’ he said, you furrow your brows moving your head up to catch his lips not caring.

‘I’m close’ you whimper when he hits a certain spot in you.

‘I know baby, let it go. Cum for daddy’ he says right in your ear making you groan.

‘oh my-‘ your whole body tensed locking all your limbs, your held your breath in anticipation.

‘AH FUCK!’ you cry out as you came, he didn’t stop though.

‘come on give me another one’ he whispered, you shook your head.

‘i can’t!’ you whine, he gave you a stern look before hitting deeper and faster making your mouth hang open and your eyes roll back.

‘you can y/n.’ he said, you whimper squeezing his hand.

Your vision begins to go blurry and your body shivers when you let out your release, but there was a new sensation and you didn’t know till you saw Draco’s lower half wet.

You go wide eyed, and he just laughs at your reaction.

‘good’ he says, you moan at the praise once again and he knows that you’re a praise freak.

you feel him shoot his cum into you riding out his high your body twitches.

‘no no too sensitive!’ you plea, he shushes you falling on top of you making sure he didn’t crush you.

You were too tired to talk, and so was he. The silence was comforting.

You feel his arms picking you up and you whine, you were too tired.

‘i’ve got you’ you could hear it from somewhere.

somehow you ended up in a hot tub with a body behind you, who washed you off. Your mind was hazy, and you couldn’t think straight.

‘where are you baby?’ you hear whispered, you hum.

‘i’m here just too tired to talk’ you mumble, he kisses the back of your neck making you melt further into him.

‘you know… i’ve never felt this way after sex, like i can’t think straight i just want to curl in a ball and sleep’ you whisper, he lets out a soft laugh.

‘Hm… so how’s your opinion now?’ he asked, you snort.

‘i think you know’ you say, he grinned.

‘you sleeping here tonight?’ he asked, you nod.

And once you both get out wrapped in fresh warm clothes and new sheets and blankets, you relish in the fact of how safe and comforted you felt. His arm holding you close and his nose nuzzled into your neck.

‘goodnight, love ya’ you whisper throwing your hand back and tapping his head full of hair.

‘goodnight i love you’ he whispered back, but you knew and he knew that you knew, that ‘i love you’ was different from all the rest.

You guys have been best friends since you were little so ‘love you’ was thrown around all the time, because it was true you did love each other. But ‘i love you’ was a whole different meaning it meant that he loved you.

‘i love you’ you whisper back knowing he wanted to hear it.

A/N: pov me being a die hard sub bitch😰🤞and i think this is my new favorite one shot i’ve made… IT MAKES ME MELT.

#draco lucius malfoy #draco x y/n #draco imagine #soft!draco malfoy #smut is life #fluff #foryou #draco malfoy smut #dom/sub #big dick draco🤞#wait did i mention smut?#i’m horrible at this

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valoale · 9 months

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12 Grimmauld Place

Sketch dump because why not

#since I never actually finish anything so yeah #this is my contribution to the drarry fam #hp #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry #fan art #slytherin #gryffindor #Hogwarts #The Wizarding World #procreate #soft bois doing soft things #12 grimmauld place #mine

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itsphantasmagoria · 10 months

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Soft boys and summer ✨

Honestly just wanted to mess around with some procreate brushes I forgot I had 😃

#harry is obviously obsessed with dracos hair #i mean i am too tbh #its so shiny ✨#just having fun with soft lighting and dreamy backgrounds again #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry fanart #drarry art #harry x draco #itsphantasmagoria

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mrsmikaelsxn · 1 year

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Lovestruck

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pairing: draco malfoy x female reader

warnings: fluff, some harassment-ish, protective draco, drinking, cursing

summary: while at one of slytherin's parties, a boy was making you uncomfortable, so draco comes to help

a/n: i'm so bad at coming up with ideas so leave requests if you have any lmao

song: slow down - chase atlantic

Music was blasting, light beams were moving around the room, and it smelt of alcohol. All the students were dancing or drinking.

You usually don't go to events like this, but after much convincing from your friends, you reluctantly agreed.

You were in a dress that hugged you well, showing off your beautiful figure.

You had some light makeup and your hair done with the help of your friend.

While dancing, you excused yourself to grab a drink in hopes of loosening you up.

While getting your drink, you felt a presence a bit too close for your comfort. You turn your head and look to see an older boy watching you, lust clear in his gaze.

"Hello," you greet him with hesitant eyes.

"Hi, I'm Alexander- but you can call me Alex," he introduces himself with a grin.

"Oh, I'm y/n"

"I know, I've seen you around school," he says while he places an arm on your waist.

You look at his hand on you and back up at him.

"Um, I better get back to you my friends, I told them I'd only been a minute, excuse me," you let out a nervous laugh and try to step back.

"Oh really? I was hoping I could dance with you," he tightens his grip on you.

Unbeknownst to you, your close friend Draco has been watching the scene unfold. His face has had clear disdain on his face and he was tempted to go punch the guy.

He always looked out for you, at first he thought it was because you are the only one who can truly tolerate him. Seeing as he grew up, he wasn't familiar with the emotions he felt. However, over time he realized it was because he had feelings for you. Not that he ever told you, in fear of ruining your friendship.

He saw how uncomfortable you looked, and when he saw the boy lean closer to your face, he got up and went over you.

"Come on, pretty girl. I can show you a good time," he winked.

"No thanks, I should really-"

"How about just for a little-"

"Y/n! Hello, darling. I've been looking all over for you," you hear Draco's voice as he wraps an arm around you. Alexander drops the hand that was on your waist and looks at him.

Draco mumbles in your ear he'll handle the boy. You relax under his arm and smile at him, finding so much comfort from his presence.

"And who are you?" Draco asks, looking at the guy with a scorn face.

"Alexander Fenrin," he stares at Draco's arm around you.

"Hm, well, my girlfriend and I were just about to go to bed," Draco starts to pull you away.

Draco looked back and muttered a few curses to make sure he wouldn't touch another female again.

Once you went upstairs and into his room you let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, Draco, thank you so much," you hugged him.

"No need for thanks, love, he was a dick," he kissed the top of your head.

"I'm sorry for taking you away from the party. I was trying to handle it myself, I told him no and-"

"Never apologize to me, I would choose to be with you over a party anyday"

"I would too," you blush.

"He didn't hurt you at all did he," he looked all over you with worried eyes.

"It was just my hip, but I'm okay," you assure him.

"Asshole," he mutters.

"So... girlfriend huh?" you wiggle your eyebrows at him. His ears and cheeks turn a light shade of red.

"I- um- I- w- was-"

"I'm only joking, Draco," you giggle.

"It's not funny"

"Just a bit. It's an honor to be the first person to make the Draco Malfoy a stuttering mess," you bow.

"Mhm," he rolls his eyes.

He looks you up and down, the outfit you are wearing has many things running through his mind that should definitely not be.

The curtains were open so the only light was the moonlight coming through the window. He took in your beautiful face and your features, memorizing everything about you.

"Why do you look at me like that," you mutter, avoiding eye contact.

"Like what?"

"Like you're lovestruck," you whisper as he steps closer to you, only a few inches away.

"That's because I am"

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rainyreading · 4 months

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admire me in the morning

draco malfoy x reader

a/n: I deactivated my account a couple years back, but i’m back now and ready to write. I’m posting this again but I have more new stuff coming soon.

Draco couldn't help but stay awake. He knew the sun would be starting to rise in a few short hours and the night would be no longer, but right now he didn't seem to care. No he did not because right now the love of his life was looking breathtaking, sleeping peacefully next to him.

She was clad in nothing but his sweatshirt, merlin he loved her in his clothes. He couldn't help it that his mind was turning smoothly and calmly with thoughts of nothing but her. Which was quite opposite to his heart, racing and running and thumping, laced with love, almost mind numbing. He was in disbelief that she was his and she possibly loved him just as much as he lover her.

She looked so beautiful, so stunning. Her lips parted with soft breathes leaving her mouth, snuggled next to him. The moon outside leaving a little glow into the room giving her face softness and light.

His hand reached out to brush some stray hairs that fell on her face, smoothing them back. His hand not want to leave as his thumb stroked her cheek, "pretty baby" he muttered.

She lightly stirred, he moved his hands to rest on her hips, under her sweater on her skin, drawing her even closer. He began massaging her hip bones, thumbs brushing up her sides.

His touch drawing her out of her sleep, she mumbled softly, "Dracoo."

"Go back to sleep, my love."

She tucked her head into his chest pushing lightly, her hand slide up, to his neck, finally reaching his cheek, "what about you? you need to rest, want you to go to sleep too," she whispered almost incoherently in her tired state.

He turned and pressed a kiss to her palm "I will."

"Are you ok?" she asks still not opening her eyes wrapping her arms around him, and hugging him tightly. She was wondering why her lover was not in dreamland at this hour. Draco danced his fingers up her back and spine, trying to lull her back to sleep.

He kisses her forehead and his nose nudged the spot before he speaks, "just admiring you darling."

He can feel her smile, "well, admire me in the morning." He chuckles at this, because he will and he does almost every new day the sun brings and he wakes up next to his girl. He believes he's in heaven in the morning light, so he thinks it's an almost guarantee that he will.

She leaned back eyes barley opening just this once "want to you to rest" she drowsily repeated. she's absolutely adorable he thought. he pressed his forehead to hers, nose nudging hers, "whatever you want angel," only ever wanting to make her happy.

She burrows her face back in to his chest, relaxing and exahaling as her body becomes tired again.

So, Draco hugs her close and he eventually does fall asleep, when he makes sure she has, both content in their lovers arms.

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rosemary-morgan · 1 year

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Draco Malfoy X F.Reader - Forbidden flower (Part 2)

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself. OC Jericho Griffin belongs to me.)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

This AU is set 10 years after the Battle of Hogwarts

👉 Read PART 1 here

👉 Read PART 3 here

👉 Read PART 4 here

Summary: Draco can't stop thinking about you. Day and night you are in his mind, until he finally makes the decision to be closer to you. Although you know that this friendship with Draco could quickly become dangerous for a married woman like you, you are not unwilling to his advances. Jericho has long since ceased to be the man you once married...

Warning: toxic relationship, domestic violence, angst (but also romance, fluff, protective and soft Draco)

Draco Malfoy X F.Reader - Forbidden flower (Part 2)

"How dare you, woman! Embarrassing me like that in front of Draco Malfoy?"

Furious, Jericho ran after his wife, who was on her way to the bedroom they shared. She was furious too, and still couldn't believe how her husband had behaved.

"You acted like an asshole, Jericho!"

Undeterred, Y/N kept walking and she heard Jericho very clearly behind her. With his heavy footsteps and his loud, angry snorting, but it made little impression on her. He had earned the slap.

"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you, Y/N!"

Jericho grabbed the young woman's arm and roughly made her stop. He spun her around to face him, and looked into her eyes, which sparkled angrily at him.

"You better stop fussing, Jericho. Otherwise, it'll only give you a nosebleed."

Suddenly, and without warning, his hand came down on her, giving Y/N a slap that made her cry out in shock. The young woman looked at him in horror, unable to believe what he had just done.

"It's about time you learned who's in control here! This is my house and you are my woman! You will do exactly as I tell you!"

He pushed her back so that Y/N staggered and really had trouble keeping her balance. Then he did it again and Y/N bumped into the small dresser.

"Stop it!" she yelled, but Jericho was beside himself with rage. His wife had dared to embarrass him in front of Draco Malfoy. If word got around the Ministry, he would be nothing but a joke and the thought of it was seriously hurting his ego right now. Y/N didn't understand the world anymore. Her husband had never been a charming man, but never before had he treated her so badly as he did at that moment.

"And what was the point of flirting with him all the time? Were you trying to humiliate me? You little slut!"

Y/N said no more, fearing that if she did, things would get worse. She could only hope that her husband would calm down.

"Say it!"

He slapped her cheeks, this time not with full force, but smaller slaps, until Y/N burst into tears and she turned her body away from him causing Jericho to actually let go of her. Suddenly it became very quiet. Y/N could clearly hear her heartbeat. Her breath shaking, she dared to look at Jericho and he just stared at her wordlessly but with such disgust in his eyes that it ran ice cold down her spine.

"You will not disrespect me like that again. Do you understand me, Y/N?" He sounded calmer, no longer so upset and angry. Still, there was clearly the tremble in his voice and Jericho held back for the moment. He was aware that his wife had to go to work the next day, so she couldn't have a black eye on her face. He didn't feel like getting in trouble for that.

"Do you understand me, Y/N?!"

Y/N narrowed her eyes as he yelled at her again and she just nodded hesitantly, which was fine with the young man. Without another word, he left the bedroom, leaving his wife shocked and scared. Y/N's legs gave way, she lowered herself to the floor as her whole body began to tremble. He had hit her, called her a slut and threatened her. This was not the Jericho she had come to know...

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Draco tried hard to concentrate on his work, but he wouldn't succeed. His thoughts kept wandering and he had Y/N constantly on his mind. Two weeks had passed since the dinner at Jericho's place, and Draco hadn't heard from Y/N since then. Well, they didn't have any contact privately either, although Draco especially wished they did. He was worried about Y/N, because in the end he couldn't shake the feeling that Jericho wasn't treating his wife well. It was just a guess, but what Draco had seen that night was already enough for him to condemn Jericho. Draco wasn't exactly a good person either, and he had done bad things in the past, but respect for women was something his mother had taught him.

"Fuck..."

Sighing, he pushed the documents away, and looked up at the ceiling, wiping his face with his hand. Draco knew he wouldn't be able to continue working as long as he had Y/N on his mind. He had to get to her, had to check on her, preferably without Jericho. But would Y/N even want to talk to him about the evening? Maybe not for now, but it certainly wouldn't hurt to check on her. Draco knew that the young woman was working as a temp in Diagon Alley for Sugarplum's candy store. Draco's decision was made and so he left his office, finished his workday and reached for his black coat and dark green scarf, which he promptly wrapped around himself. It was getting colder with each passing day.

On his way, he ran into Jericho and Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, not noticeable to Jericho though. Draco couldn't stand this guy.

"Hey, Malfoy! Are you going home already?"

"Yes!" was the blond's short reply as he walked past Jericho, leaving him standing there quite irritated. Draco had no time to lose, at least not for this idiot...

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The sun had already set and the first snowflakes of the year were starting to falling. At this time of year, it was especially pretty in Diagon Alley andsoon everything would be covered under a thick white blanket of snow. The houses and stores were already decorated with Christmas lights. Draco looked for Sugarplum's candy store, which should be close by, and when he found it, he noticed Y/N, nicely wrapping candy for some children.

And there she stood; in a warm light that made her look even more beautiful than she already was. Draco smiled and he hesitated no longer, entering the store. This woman was driving him crazy and there was nothing to stop him from making himself known to her. He didn't care that she was already married. That jerk of Jericho didn't deserve her anyway and when a Slytherin set his mind to something, nothing would stop him from getting to his destination. At first Y/N didn't notice Draco, but he didn't stay hidden for long and when she saw him, her smile disappeared at first, for instantly she had to think about that horrible dinner. She was still very embarrassed and uncomfortable. If Draco knew what had happened after that, Y/N would be ashamed of herself. However, she smiled again as Draco gave her a charming smile.

"Hi, Y/N."

"Hey..."

She was surprised to see Draco, as she was not expecting him. But it was even more nice to see him, after all he had always been friendly to her and they never really had time to talk to each other.

"What a surprise to see you. What brings you here?"

"Well, I was just nearby, taking care of some business." That was a lie. "I thought maybe you'd feel like taking a little walk with me? Maybe get something to drink, too?"

The idea sounded tempting to Y/N, but what if Jericho found out about it? Each passing day she feared her husband a little more, as they continued to give each other the silent treatment.

"Now?"

Well, they had never done anything together before and then suddenly, out of nowhere, Draco wanted to hang out with her?

"I don't know, Draco. I have to work and... I have to go home afterwards."

"I see..."

Draco looked saddened, also gave her a sad smile and that's when she regretted her words.

"Well, then uhm... see you, Y/N."

He was really cute and Y/N started to throb; and her stomach tightened painfully as he turned his back on her and walked to the door.

"Draco?"

He immediately paused in his movement and turned to her, his eyes sparkling, a smile on his face.

"I'm off in twenty minutes."

Her charming smile now made his heart beat faster. He would wait for her and with the thought of having her all to himself once, he left the store. Meanwhile, Y/N wondered if she had made the right decision...

"It's very cold, Y/N. Are you comfortable out here?"

Draco would take her to one of the many inns to keep her warm, but the young woman was fine. Y/N had decided to wear a warmer coat and she was glad she had made that decision. She wore a dark green coat and a thick black scarf with it to keep her warm.

"Thank you, Draco. My coat keeps me warm. But I really wouldn't mind a hot chocolate later."

After a long walk there was nothing better than rewarding yourself with a warm, hot drink afterwards - preferably with whipped cream and a little cinnamon or some pumpkin spice.

Her sweet smile as she mentioned hot chocolate melted his heart. She was lovely and sweet, seeming to delight in the simplest things in life. The two quickly fell into conversation. If they finished one topic, a new one began. Talking to Draco happened by itself and once or twice they could be seen laughing heartily together, something Draco had not done for a long time. He just felt comfortable around this woman.

"Oh, God, remember when Umbridge escaped from Fred and George's giant fireweasel dragon? It was awesome!"

Draco remembered that spectacle very well, and Y/N seemed to have very enjoyed that event. He had actually played along on Umbridge's side and betrayed every student to get extra points but Draco didn't mention anything about that for now. Luckily there were a few other things they could both talk about, regarding the old days at Hogwarts but it was getting colder outside and so the two decided to retire to a café.

The young woman felt very comfortable since the café had a warm ambiance. It smelled pleasantly of roasted coffee beans and in the vitrines, delicacies like cream cakes and cakes of the season were to be admired. Though it had to be said that everything was represented here, and you could even get fruitcake at this time of the year.

"I love this café," Y/N said with a smile. Draco had to admit that he had never been here before, but he had to say that he really liked the decor, and being here with Y/N made it even better.

Draco picked up the menu card and it was quite pleasant at how warm it was in here, how good it smelled and how the people around him seemed carefree and content. He dared a quick glance at Y/N, who was also looking at the card. When she noticed his glance, he gave her a charming smile, which made her blush.

"Can I get you guys something to drink?"

One of the waiters approached the table to take the order. Y/N chose a hot chocolate with cream and cinnamon and Draco did the same.

"Thank you. Your order will be right up."

And with a few quick and elegant hand movements, the waiter whipped up the drinks for the two of them. Hot and delicious.

"Thank you!"

Magic was just something fantastic. Where would you get a hot drink faster than in this café? Instantly, the young woman reached for her large cup, which was amply filled. The whipped cream was enough for two people, but that wouldn't stop Y/N from eating it all.

"Wow... I forgot how big the portions are here!"

"Who's going to finish all this?" asked Draco, amused, reaching for his spoon to taste the cream.

"Us!"

She chuckled softly, spooning the cream before getting to the actual gold. As nice as this evening was, Y/N had to admit that she was afraid Jericho would find out about it. Actually, she should have been home by now, but she had decided against it. Y/N tried not to think about her husband, since she would have to put up with him later anyway.

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On this evening, both quickly noticed that they were on the same wavelength and that the chemistry between them was just perfect. Draco of course hoped for more. At least in the sense that they could continue to see each other without Jericho. He was aware that Y/N would not immediately fall for him, but he would be patient. And as for Y/N, she had lost track of time tonight, until she noticed that the waiter was clearing the table next to her. Instantly she dared to look at the wall clock. Shit! She had been sitting with Draco in this café for three hours! The young woman instantly froze and she could only hope that Jericho wouldn't cause her any problems when she got home later. Of course, Draco didn't miss her behavior, for she seemed to be very nervous right now. She had been laughing until a few seconds ago and now she looked so saddened.

"Y/N? Is something wrong?"

"I..."

She was all tense, but eventually she tried to regain her calm and relaxed her shoulders. Nervously, she scratched her forehead while forcing a smile.

"I... totally lost track of time. I should be at home by now."

"Yes, of course."

Draco would have sat here all night, but he could understand Y/N. Jericho would surely ask where his wife had been for so long.

"It was a lovely evening, Draco. Thank you for that."

And she meant it. It had been a long time since a man looked at her the way Draco did. She wasn't stupid, she knew Draco had a thing for her and she liked him too. This whole story would still bring problems, she knew that and in the end she wasn't unwilling to move on.

As she rose, Draco did the same and he put her cloak on her, getting a little closer as he did so, and Y/N felt Draco's breath on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes for a moment, as did Draco. The young man took in her scent and he savored that split second, forgetting everything around him and all because of Y/N.

"See you soon, Draco," she said softly as she turned to him and breathed a kiss on his cheek. Draco couldn't be happier right now.

"See you, Y/N."

And there she walked away, leaving the young Malfoy alone, but not without giving him one more smile before she left the store...

Draco was lying on his couch, lost in his thoughts again. It was dark around him, only the streetlights from outside cast light into the room, as well as a few candles he had lit so as not to be completely in the dark. He smiled, thinking of Y/N. He wanted to see her again, take her out, hear her laughing and show her a good time. But he was also worried about her. Draco hadn't mentioned a word about the horrible dinner where Jericho had treated her like dirt. He was sure the young woman could fight back, for Draco had seen with his own eyes how she had shown her husband his place. But he had no idea what kind of monster Jericho actually was...

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Y/N approached her house and with nervous fingers, rummaged the house key out of her purse, but suddenly the door was yanked open from the inside and Jericho's evil glare met her, for he was standing right in front of her.

"Jericho!"

As a greeting, he grabbed her arm roughly and dragged her into him, literally dragging her behind him.

"Jericho, you're hurting me!"

"Shut up!"

Jericho gripped her arm so tightly that the area almost went numb, and tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. He was furious. She had returned very late and he didn't like that at all. She had guessed that he would not be pleased, but she had not expected him to freak out like that.

He brought her into the living room, where he pushed her onto the couch and stood in front of her menacingly.

"Where have you been?! TELL ME!"

Y/N cringed in horror, her whole body beginning to shake.

"It's after 11pm! Where have you been?!"

"I-I went out for a drink with my coworker!"

"You tramp are lying to me! With what coworker? Tell me!"

"Y-you don't know her!"

"I asked you what her name was, damn it! Do what I tell you!"

"Daphne!"

The young man leaned over to her, looking at her with narrowed eyes witheringly, searching for the truth in her face.

"If I find out you're lying, you'll wish you were never born!"

Momentarily the young woman fell silent, horrified by his words, for she was becoming more aware by the day that Jericho was not harmless.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a resounding slap hit her. Her face was flung to the side and she let out a loud scream. She instantly held her aching cheek and the first tears ran down her cheeks.

"From now on, you will come right after work at home! Do you understand me!"

The young woman nodded hesitantly and Jericho acquiesced. When he finally turned away, she remained tense in her seat, not daring to move until he had finally disappeared from the room...

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xx-thedarklord-xx · 1 year

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Is it?

“Daddy!”

Lucius sighed behind a copy of the Daily Prophet. He ignored the way Narcissa snorted from the other side of the kitchen table.

“Draco, we discussed this. You are to call me father.”

He didn’t have to look down to know that Draco was pouting. Five years old wasn’t old enough to have proper decorum… yet.

“But you said I could call you that in secret.”

Narcissa snorted again, and he debated about replacing her cleansing potion with a dye potion. Then they’d see if that humor lasted.

“We aren’t in secret, are we?” When he looked over the top of the paper he was proven right. Draco was pouting.

“I forgot what it meant.”

Lucius sighed again. It wasn’t worth it. Battles only mattered if they were won, and Lucius knew the moment that his son was born that Draco would win every battle.

“But that doesn’t matter!” Draco cried, hands clapping together. “You said one day I would get married and have a wife.”

“Yes,” Lucius said slowly, not bothering to look up from the paper as he began to read again. “I also said you needed to practice your studies so that you can take over the Malfoy name.”

“I don’t care about that.”

Battles. Losing battles.

“I decided that I’ll be the wife!” Draco continued; voice closer to a yell than anything polite. No decorum, he must get that from Narcissa.

“Pardon?” Lucius put down the paper and gave Draco his full attention, ignoring the wheezing laugh that Narcissa didn’t attempt to hide.

“I want to be a husband,” Draco said, puffing out his chest. “But I also want to have a husband too. So, I think that means I’m a wife.”

Decades of heartbreak, yells, fights and screams echoed in his mind before his son’s pleading eyes broke through. Lucius could feel Narcissa’s eyes on him, but this wasn’t a moment when he needed her help. Draco came to him, not her. These were his hangups, not hers. This was his time to be someone better for his son than his father was for him.

There were many criticisms that people held of Lucius—most of them true—but the one thing he wouldn’t be was his father.

“Two men can get married.”

Draco gasped at the same time Narcissa did.

“They can?” Draco did a weird set of movements that he believed was some kind of dance routine. Merlin knew where he picked up that from. The more he thought about it, Draco did spend far too much time with Dobby.

“Yes,” Lucius said with a sad tilt of his lips as he placed a hand to Draco’s cheek. “But there’s going to come a time when you’re going to have to ask yourself if it’s worth it. There will be a lot of people against it, they will expect more from a Malfoy heir.”

Draco frowned; head tilted. “But you said Malfoys don’t care about the thoughts of those beneath us.”

Lucius huffed, refusing to laugh even if his lips twitched.

“You’re right.” Would there ever be a battle he’d win with Draco? “So, then I’ll ask you. Is it? Is it worth it?”

Draco’s forehead wrinkled, tongue poked out as he made a very long and exaggerated thinking sound before he said in a tone that booked no argument,

“Yes.”

“Then you’d best find yourself a husband.”

Draco did another dance… if that was what one would call such a thing.

“Yes! You hear that mum? I get to be a husband and have one!”

“I did hear,” Narcissa said with such a soft sweet smile that Lucius fell in love all over again. “My baby is all grown up.”

Draco puffed out his chest again before he ran out of the room—with no decorum—as he said, “I have to tell Dobby! We have to start planning now.”

That brought a whole set of images that would have to be rectified as soon as possible. The last thing they needed was that senile elf planning anything.

Before he could walk after Draco, Narcissa placed a hand on top of his and said something that no one had ever told him before.

“I’m proud of you.”

And you know what? Lucius was proud of himself too. Just as he was proud of Draco—always would be.

Always.

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draqo-pctter · 10 months

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girl on a train // a dramione mini-fic, complete

After the war, Draco took to riding muggle trains to clear his mind. One morning, on the fifth year anniversary of the Battle at Hogwarts, he saw a familiar mountain of curls while riding the Piccadilly Line.

Hermione Granger sat across and four people down from him, reading. This wouldn’t have been so unusual, if anyone in Wizarding London had seen her since the end of the Reconstruction.

words: 11.8k chapters: 8/8 tags: old feelings new situations, soft, pining draco malfoy, alternate universe, soulmates, strangers to lovers, light angst, mild hurt/comfort, falling in love, historical references, references to the time traveler’s wife by audrey niffenegger click here to read on ao3

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vanessamooney · 19 days

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The Age of Us pt. 1 - Draco x Reader

Prompt: Glimpses into your lives through the years

Pairing: Draco x Slytherin!Reader

Part 2

Part 3 coming soon!

In First Year you're a ball of glimmering potential. You're staring wide eyed at the brilliant castle before you from the boat house and on the walk up a little Draco is trailing behind you, holding up your robes to prevent them from dragging in the mud. You don't even notice the sweet gesture as you spend the climb up rambling to him about how excited you are to begin learning about magic, bouncy as ever with a smile wider than he's ever been able to draw out from you. Not even his mother's white peacocks at Malfoy Manor brought out such a smile from you, nor the time years ago when you two rolled down the hill on your family's estate, covered in twigs and wrestling in a pile of dried leaves, giggly as ever.

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Draco watches proudly as his girl is sorted into Slytherin house, and he welcomes you with a radiant smirk as you trot over to the house table and seat yourself right next to him. He watches eagerly as Potter and that blasted orange haired Weasley boy are called out next, moping methodically along to the sorting hat, watching them with a glare he reserved for the mud-bloods his father would point out on trips to Diagon Alley. He hopes Potter will be sorted into Slytherin, after all, 'connections are key' Lucius would say and who better a connection than the chosen one?

'Oh Draco,' You tut, 'look at the sky!' you're in awe at the ceiling which you've only just noticed, the enchantments were executed so gracefully if you hadn't of read Hogwarts, A History before the year began you would've had no clue the great hall ever had a roof.

He looked at you with the same dirty expression sculpted on his face that he had given Potter through the ceremony, stuck like cement, but when he noticed your doughy lips parted in wonder, he reached over and with a nimble finger, he closed your mouth for you, leaving you blushing a tomato red.

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'Up! Up! Up!'

You're standing over your broom, watching the other kids stand in organised lines across from you in the fields, succeeding with calling their brooms to them. Draco had succeeded on the first try, of course, and you're embarrassed to be one of the last people whose brooms have still not so much moved from their original position.

He catches your eye and gives you a sympathetic look, crossing his lips into a firm line. The broom in his hand is tossed carelessly to the ground and he makes a leap towards you, his hands reaching to tenderly adjust your arm in another position.

Draco had received lessons over the Summer and was already worrying his mother as he hastily flew around the Manor windows on the shiny Nimbus Lucius insisted he needed. You watched him on warm Spring afternoons with your feet firmly planted on the ground in the grassy meadows as he perfected his flying, your hands busy with knitting because 'a little girl like yourself needn't fly,' as your mother had so often reminded you when you dared to ask.

'There, try with your hands like that, and say it firmly,' Your best friend instructed you, watching your worried eyes and flushed cheeks.

'I don't know Draco, maybe I just can't fly,' you confess, worried that really was the possibility.

'Just try,' he furrowed his brows, 'for me?'

You shakily nod your head, the last one on the field now without a complying broom. The Longbottom boy had now been escorted to the hospital wing by Madam Hooch and you hoped such a thing wouldn't happen to you but Draco seemed to read your mind when he notices your wandering eyes.

'Just look at me, look at my eyes, Y/N,' he began, rubbing your shoulders 'Don't focus on anything else,'

You gulped, staring into him with an openess you reserved only for him 'Up!'

The broom snaps into your hand and you squeal in excitement, throwing it away as quickly as it flys to you and embracing Draco in a hug so tight he could barely breathe.

You don't notice the glares the two of you received from Potter and his gang, but Draco does, giving them an equally dirty look before marching over to the remembrall that had rolled over and snatching it right off the ground.

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There was a troll on the loose in the castle and you've been escorted back to the Slytherin dorms by the Head boy and girl. Everyone had gone up into their respective dormitories in fear of being taken by the ghastly monster but you had tugged on Draco's sleeves with puppy dog eyes and begged him to stay in the common room and play a game of friendly wizard's chess with you.

He sighs and rolls his blue eyes to the back of his skull but reluctantly agrees and you sit warm by the fire on a bear hide rug. The chess board is nestled between the two of you and Draco instinctively goes to grab the white King but you start to sulk.

'Oh Draco, please, can I be white this time?' you beg, looking up at him with the biggest and glassiest eyes you could possibly muster. How could he say no?

'Ugh, you just want to be white because you want to use the Wayward Queen opening, you always use that one,' he retaliates, pressing the white King into your little hands.

'Do not!'

'Do too!'

'Do not!'

'Do too!'

You blow him a raspberry and make your first move. Pawn to E4.

'Ah hah!' He exclaims, pointing an accusing finger at you with a light scowl brushed on his features, tussling his air with his other hand in frustration. 'You're doing it! You're doing the same opening!'

You give him a ghastly stare and with a swing of your arm you knock over all of the chess pieces, huffing and puffing as they spread fallen all over the board.

'Fine! Stay down here and get eaten by the troll then!' You hiss at him, and run up to your dorm room to scream into your pillow.

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You're sitting in the first potions class of the year, listening to Professor Snape lecture Harry about not listening after watching him methodically take notes on the Professor's wise words from a couple rows away. You weren't able to get a seat next to Draco at the front of the class and you silently thanked this luck, having boasted about how much you've studied all Summer in preparations for potions and knowing Draco had not read even a single passage.

You sat next to a bushy haired Gryffindor girl called Lavender who weary looked in a mirror and you smirked as you watched Draco's ivory head listening to Snape assign the first task ever: brewing a common poison antidote. When Snape announces the winning pair will receive 5 points each to their respective houses your eyes twinkle with anticipation.

You leave your partner behind to gather the ingredients for the potion: Bezoar, mistletoe berries and a unicorn horn. You bump into Draco in front of the ingredient cupboard, and beam at him proudly.

'I read about this potion in the potions book,' you smile sweetly up at him, purposefully brushing against him as you shove to grab the vials. 'It should be a piece of pie,' you laugh accusingly, standing as tall as your short legs allow you to.

'Good luck,' Draco laughs vacantly, handing you a unicorn horn from the top shelf you couldn't reach. His fingers brush against yours and you scoff, heading back to your cauldron.

Lavender is sat twirling the knife on its tip on the chopping board as if she'd never seen the utensil before and in the time you were gone had managed to spill water just about everywhere, wetting your parchment and bleeding the ink of the potion recipe.

'My goodness,' You exclaim, rushing to take away the knife and wipe up the water, 'have you two left hands?'

You watch the potion brew and bubble as it cooks, anxiously tracking the time with an hourglass. When the final grains of sands trickle through the narrowed passage, you hastily reach for the unicorn horn you powdered earlier and your heart sinks when you see your partner already poised over the cauldron, a pinch of the precious powder between her fingertips. She carefully sprinkles it into the cauldron and you watch in horror as a noxious cloud of black smoke billows forth and envelops you both in char.

'How many pinches did you put in?' You scream, wiping the soot from your eyes.

'Two,' Lavender whimpers, eyes stinging from the cloud.

'It was meant to be ONE!'

Everyone in the class is now giggling at your misfortunes and Professor Snape has now come over to see what all the commotion is about.

'You two better clean that up right now,' Snape chastised in his nasally voice, condemning you to blush in shame beneath the soot on your cheeks.

As Snape made his rounds, meticulously examining the colors of each potion, his scrutiny lingered noticeably longer on Draco's cauldron. The pungent aroma that emanated from Draco's concoction filled the classroom, matching the textbook's description exactly, causing you to wince involuntarily.

'Malfoy, Zabini, 10 points to Slytherin,' Snape announces.

Draco's triumphant gaze locks onto you as he revels in his perceived victory in the silent competition between the two of you. With a mocking laugh, he directs his attention to your soot-streaked face, his expression one of haughty satisfaction as he proudly asserts his well-deserved win with a piercing stare.

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Eyes drifting over to Pansy Parkinson you can't help but notice she is staring at your best friend, and you don't like it. You're in Charms class with Professor Flitwick and you're sitting a few seats down from Draco who is stuffed in-between his minions and looking increasingly annoyed from the class introduction Flitwick is moping on about. Pansy has painted on herself an innocent expression she only wore around Draco and you wished you could shake her until the ribbons came undone and her mask fell off.

Despite her Pureblooded nature and family status, you couldn't rid the feeling of unease whenever she was around and sharing a dorm with her turned to be nothing short of a Lovecratian nightmare. There was something about her that set your teeth on edge. You wanted to pry off her veil and examine her flaws beneath a microsope; you wanted to disect her and unravel the intricacies that made you burn with an inextinguishable fire.

You gaped at her when she cheered on Draco who had quickly succeeded in levitating his feather, leaning over the desk so far you thought she would topple right over and end head first in the middle of the classroom, bouncing on her horribly cut bob upside down and out of the classroom window and into the grounds. You imagined it so vividly you started to chuckle to yourself and didn't even realise Draco had been beckoning you with the usual smirk you loved across the desk.

Pansy looked at him eagerly, daydreaming about her name dancing on Draco's tongue rather than yours and she blushed a million shades of red when she realised she was drooling slightly from the corner of her mouth. You shot her a look of disdain, features twisting haughty from her sopping desperation. She knew that you had won - as did you -knowing it was your name on his lips, not hers.

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'Potter,' You're seething through your teeth, acknowledging his dreadful existence as you and Draco pass him on the way to the Quidditch fields. You're dressed head to toe in green, showing support for your house. Draco's Slytherin scarf is wrapped securely around your neck, flowing behind you in the wind and you delight in his scent. You can't help but watch Harry in pure disgust, not because you hate him by proxy, but because Draco should be seeker, not him and it wasn't fair.

'Rosier,' He starts back, his eyes narrowing to a squint at the two of you for an instant before he hurries back to the safety of the rest of the Gryffindor team. Malfoy smirks at you proudly, leading you to the Slytherin seating area with a gentle hand on the small of your back, luxuriating in seeing his scarf around your neck.

And when all of Hogwarts watches Harry reveal he has caught the golden snitch, you feel nauseous and you can only think back to all of the nights you spent comforting Draco when he found out Harry had made the team. You scowl, your fingers sliding down to find Draco's beneath the bench and you squeeze them hard. It should've been him.

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You wake up in a panicked sweat, the hair on your face sticking on your damp skin. You feel tears sliding down your plump cheeks and you reach up to wipe them away but they won't stop. Nightmares invaded your dreams, mercilessly rocking you awake in a sea of no hope. When you look around your sleeping quarters, you see strange figures in the form of your wardrobe, capes draped across armchairs and coat stands twice your height. Your dormmates are sleeping peacefully In their own beds, their light puffs of air comforting you - but it wasn't enough. You needed Draco.

Gulping, you manage to place your wobbly feet on the floorboards and wrap a Slytherin blanket around your tiny figure, tip-toeing out of the room without causing anyone else to lose sleep. You left the girls a silent prayer for their safety and you snuck down the stairs.

The common room was now empty in the middle of the night, the hot fire still roaring its song to warm the unforgiving dungeons the Slytherin house called home but you couldn't shake the uneasy feeling of being watched by prying eyes and you squeaked with the floorboards, rushing up the stairs opposite and straight to Draco's dorm.

You padded on the door softly with care to not wake the wrong occupant. You whispered his name more times than you could count, counting instead the hot tears that flew to the ground from your leaky eyes. When the door opens revealing a half-asleep Draco he knows right away to open his arms and hold you tight, and that is exactly what he did. That night he inhales your sweet scent and whispers sweet nothings into your ear, lulling the bad dreams away.

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Snow topples from the sky and for the first time in your life you're happy about it. Christmas break came and went all too soon and now in front of you lies the vast whiteness of Winter. She covers Hogwarts in a thick blanket and you sink in it's softness, snow filling your boots and socks.

'Ah!', you jump around from the chill, pausing Draco is his steps as he's foraging for a stick to finish the snowman the two of you had spent all afternoon building. He lets out a hearty chuckle directed at you when you point to your boots, mouthing 'wet' and pouting with your pillowy lips.

He is stifling a laugh as he goes back to searching for the perfect twig and you don't feel content at this reaction. Without a single further thought, your gloves pawed into the sheath around you and formed a perfectly round globe of snow. You eyed your target meticulously, catching the eyes of Blaise and Pansy in the process and before Pansy could warn her precious Draco, you've already belted the snowball at him and watched as it exploded into dust on his back.

Draco whips back to see you howling in laughter, bracing yourself with your hands clutching your thighs, the pom of your beanie shaking erratically. He frowns, glancing over to his friends who shrug their shoulders at him, and while Blaise sends a cheeky smile, Pansy is mouthing your name and pointing to you crudely.

'Hey!' he yells, abandoning the stick he spent oh so long looking for and creating his own balls of destruction. He was going to make you regret this.

That afternoon you all walked back to the castle covered in snow and ice, hair wet and lips pink but you silently wished the day would have never ended and you replayed it over and over in your head that night, cackling silently when the image of Draco's scowl turned into a mischievous grin and it all lingered in your mind.

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WARNINGS: SMUT! only smut. uncomfortable sex at first, but it gets good i promise. rough sex, soft sex, crying, shy!reader, daddy kink, slight teasing(if you squint) (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Draco) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: Draco x Fem!reader

He was rough, really rough. He told you to say if you didn’t like something but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Sure it felt good, but you felt… scared?

There was too much going on at once, you couldn’t grasp reality and you were panicking.

Draco had no idea, you were moaning because it felt good but you just wouldn’t tell him that you didn’t like it rough.

Your hands spread wide and then closed again, he felt the nervous tick you had. When he leaned up from your neck his world crashed. He stopped immediately.

‘holy shit, baby what’s wrong?’ He was confused as to why you didn’t tell him anything, you were just letting him- god he’s horrible.

‘i- i don’t’ you were out of breath, you pussy clenched at the loss.

‘What happened? hm? got too shy did you?’ he asked, he should have payed attention to your face but his face was smashed into your neck leaving marks.

‘i’m sorry…’ you let out in a broken whisper, he shook his head immediately.

‘hey hey hey, no need to be sorry’ he grabbed your chin turning you to look at him.

‘i- it felt good but i just… got scared i don’t-‘ he listened very closely to your small whispers.

‘ok, ok. Baby girl that’s okay, you don’t have to like it, that’s why i told you to tell me if you didn’t like it, yes?’ he said you nodded your head.

‘i just got nervous’ you say, he nodded.

‘Okay, would you like to stop and do something else or-‘

‘no!’ he’s somewhat taken back by how loud and desperate you let yourself be.

‘no i- can you… um’ you had to pull the courage to ask and he could see the uncomfortable look on your face. You hated asking for stuff.

‘you want it slow?’ you nod slowly, he smiles giving you a quick kiss.

Once he began a new pace you melted into his arms, and he noticed your noises became louder.

He smirked when you grabbed his head full of hair and pulled him down to your neck. It’s crazy what being in a state of pleasure can do to you.

You mumbled out a incoherent sentence of words making him grin.

‘What was that?’ he asked, you whine.

‘i feel-‘ you get cut off when he makes a particular deep thrust that makes you loose your breath.

‘you feel what baby?’ he says, and now you can tell he’s teasing.

‘I feel good’ you whine, he goes wide eyed. You were a shy girl when it came to the aspect of sex, and he’s melting over all the dirty things he’s making you say and do.

‘Yeah? who’s making you feel that way?’ and before he could prepare himself you blurted out something you most likely didn’t mean to.

‘Daddy’ it was barley above a whisper, he groaned at the name shaking his head.

‘you are making it really hard for me to keep it soft with you babygirl’ he said, you moaned pawing at his bare chest.

He continued a steady pace that had him continually hitting a deep spot in you that you hadn’t even known existed. He brought his thumb to your clit rubbing soft circles, making you squirm in his hold.

‘Ah! Draco, i- i’m gonna-‘

‘oh Draco is it now? what happened to daddy?’

Your cheeks turn bright red struggling to face him after you embarrassed yourself completely.

‘don’t be embarrassed sweet girl, i would love to be your daddy’ he grinned biting at your neck.

Your whole body locked in place, then going limp as you came so hard you felt dizzy, eyesight going black for a second.

Draco has never heard you yell so loud, not to mention while moaning.

Your legs shake as he continues his pace, you cry out pulling him down close to you as he pulls out and dumps his seed on you.

‘I love you’ he whispered kissing the side of your face as he collapsed onto you, careful not to crush you.

‘i love you’ you whispered softly, out of breath and tired.

Right when you thought you had fallen asleep you were being picked up into Draco’s arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as your arms wrap around his neck.

‘what-‘ your eyes slowly open and you can tell he’s taking you to the bathroom.

‘i need to take care of you, especially after that.’ he whispers as if he can’t talk in a normal voice.

Never would you have thought Draco Malfoy to be such a sweetie. He made you a bath, washed you off, cleaned your hair and all you had to do was stay limp in his hold.

When you both got out, he helped dry you off putting you in some clean underwear and one of his shirts.

When you laid down on his bed, under the covers as he held you.

You realized how lucky you are.

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