#yandere crabbe

[yanxidarlings]

YANDERE HP GOLDEN ERA: SLYTHERIN BOYS X DORMMATE READER

continuation of my previous post (i got caught up in getting out my anthony goldstein headcanons was it obvious). okay so full disclosure, i haven't read the fanfictions lorenzo and mattheo are from (i only read yandere is it obvious) (i see their faceclaims and cannot. exclude), so if i'm not portraying them correctly shout at me. but just for a moment, imagine having the 79-80 liner slytherin boys yandere for their dormmate? (okay there is a loophole i'll write for male readers/darlings if asked).

maybe they've known the reader/darling since childhood, and the sudden close proximity magnifies the possessive and obsessive tendencies they were developing towards the darling. or, the darling could suddenly get sorted into slytherin and now they have a roommate they did not expect to have. for the second scenario i don't think the darlings personality would matter much - either way, they're all apprehensive about this really cute kid they suddenly are dorming with.

maybe they give the reader a hard time at first (although this is only really likely to happen for a darling in a different house, or a muggleborn darling) but whoo boy if anyone else thinks of teasing the reader, they'll get hell from our dear slytherins here. actually, anyone who the reader pays mind to becomes a target of torment and bullying by draco and his gang. especially potter. please, reader, for potters own sanity and the good of the wizarding world, do not approach, think about or even look in the direction of harry. it ends in an ugly tantrum from draco, prolonged sarcasm from theodore, silence from blaise, aggression from mattheo and teasing from lorenzo. crabbe and goyle won't be carrying your books for you for the next week either.

when they get like this, it'll be the darling that'll have to make it up to them, or risk having it all drag out until one of them gets over it naturally.

GREGORY GOYLE & VINCENT CRABBE (cast josh herdman, jamie waylett):

they're all horribly possessive and jealous by default, but generally, crabbe and goyle are the easiest to deal with, they both have a soft spot for their darling, and are pretty used to being bossed around, the second choice and having to share. they're also the easiest to appease, putting food on crabbe's plate is enough to make him happy, and paying goyle any mind will go a long way.

they don't need constant attention (draco), validation (draco), and affection (draco), from their darling, and are content just being in their life.

BLAISE ZABINI (cast louis cordice):

after them, i honestly don't know who's worse. going in alphabetical order, blaise appears to be calm and uncaring when it comes to his darling, but do not be fooled, he's not going to sit back and let his darling get whisked away by the likes of a half blood (sorry mattheo), spolit daddy's boy (apologies draco), spolit mommy's boy (soz enzo) or someone who's one lab accident away from becoming a supervillain (blaise's words not mine theo).

blaise tolerates the rest of the slytherins for now, but if any of them think he'd ever fully agree to sharing with the likes of them, they are wrong. he fantasises about taking his darling away from the world after graduating, and probably has his mother trying to arrange a marriage the moment he decides they're his.

DRACO MALFOY (cast tom felton):

unlike blaise, draco is not even a little bit subtle about his possesiveness over his darling, he only see's the other slytherins as tools to ensure his darlings safety and happiness at hogwarts, and does not bother to pretend like he isn't planning to kidnap move the reader into malfoy manor the minute they graduate. actually, he couldn't wait that long.

he'll look for any opportunity to have the malfoy family gain custody of his darling. all the more better if his darling comes from a dysfunctional household. but either way, he'll make sure his family is all they have to turn to.

all i know about lorenzo is that he has mommy and daddy issues so i'll have to piggybank off that. he'll present himself as the 'sane' one, if his darling is complaining about the behaviour of the other slytherins, enzo wholeheartedly agree's with them "i don't know what's wrong with all of them - you sure you didn't slip any amortentia into their drinks?" he becomes a safe haven from the possessive obsession his dormmates seem to share for their darling.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE (fancast louis patridge):

lorenzo acts the most normal, but don't be fooled, he's just as obsessed as the rest of them. enzo is just better at hiding it. he too, frequently thinks about whisking them away, but is much less finite about it; holing his darling up in his house isn't the end goal. he could honestly live with sharing them with his fellow slytherins, but this is all assuming that the reader takes well to his attempts at becoming the 'sane one'.

if enzo isn't able to successfully befriend them, he'll have to settle for being the 'mean one'. teasing and humiliation follows his darling, as does he. it's not severe, but it's probably the push the reader needs to fall into deep depression and anxiety. so please, take the sane bait.

MATTHEO RIDDLE (fancast benjamin wadsworth):

mattheo doesn't exactly have a family reputation to uphold, blaise, draco, enzo and theo would want to keep up a respectable reputation, whatever that is in pureblood society, but mattheo? the dark lords son? he's entirely unhinged.

if lorenzo is the 'sane one', mattheo is the 'crazy one'.

he doesn't really care what his darling, or others, think of his behaviour. if he wants to spend time with them, he's going to. he'll pull them out of class, drag them away from the other slytherins, just to skip rocks in the black lake with them, or raid the kitchens. he doesn't really bother hiding his yandere tendencies, he'll actively tell his darling not to talk to certain people "because i said so" "stop asking questions", and will refuse to elaborate further. sometimes, there will be disturbing moments of honesty between him and his darling; he'll admit that he's obsessed with them, and threaten to attack people they pay attention to. and he'll tell them that they belong to him.

sometimes it's frightening and sometimes he'll come across as sweet. he is both predictable and unpredictable, which puts his darling at unease around him.

THEODORE NOTT (fancast lorenzo zurzolo):

theodore uses guilt to garner his darlings sympathy, all the more easier if they are childhood friends. he'll make sure they know about his harsh childhood, and make them feel responsible for his wellbeing. he's the only one to create a sense of dependency not built upon threats. out of all the slytherins, he gets to know his darling the best, he'll use guilt, emotional breakdowns and dark secrets to create a sense of obligation towards him.

theo is the most comforting of the slytherins to be around, he's quiet and the only one who they can spend time with without feeling much pressure. he demands the most of their attention, and is by far the most possessive. whilst i can see the other slytherins finding a way to deal with sharing their darling amonst themselves, if the rest don't back off eventually (stop dreaming theo) (they won't), he's the most inclined to just get rid of them - he can't stand it when his darling is around anyone but him, he wakes early to walk his darling to class just so they won't get caught up in the busy halls, where eyes can wonder and other people can have a chance to interact with his darling.

theodore pairs with them for every project, which leads to some ugly arguments between him and blaise, who only really get's his fill of his darling by sitting next to them in class. and draco, and mattheo and enzo and even goyle who was hoping the reader would help get him a good grade for once.

out of all of them, draco, goyle and blaise are the most patient. they want their darling to love them, not see them as monsters to flinch away from.

theodore, lorenzo and mattheo will take whatever they can get. lorenzo in particular doesn't want his darling to fear him but won't let them get away with trying to escape or disobedience. mattheo doesn't mind being the villain if he must be, but his heart clenches when his darling acts so obviously distrustful of him. theodore is the least patient, and if his darling starts to shy away from him, he snaps. at them, at the rest of the slytherin boys. but he's also easy to keep content, so long as his darling is always by his side.

similarly, blaise just enjoys being in the presence of his darling, and doesn't feel the need to cuddle up to them constantly like draco and enzo do. mattheo is a loose canon, and sometimes is fine being near them, other times he wants skin to skin contact 25/8.

they're hopeless at sharing, and only really get along for the sake of their darling. there are only really two ways this can end; theodore finally snaps and tries to off the rest of them after graduation, or they somehow come to an agreement on sharing, maybe they each get their own day a week

monday for draco, tuesday for blaise, wednesday for theo, thursday for enzo, and friday for mattheo. goyle and crabbe probably aren't taken seriously enough to get given their own day, so then the weekends are spent sharing (fighting).

the only time the boys will work in tandem is when someone attempts to take their darling and their attention, away. best example, darling starts dating someone. which is already pretty improbable, considering they give the reader no alone time whatsoever. but let's just say the darling here is going on a date with cormac mclaggen (get a grip, darling), any grudges they've been holding against each other are off, mclaggen has just signed his death warrant.

mattheo and theodore do most of the dirty work, whilst lorenzo distracts the reader. draco and blaise cover up their tracks, so it seems like whatever they did to mclaggen was an untimely accident. or have it blamed on someone else. goyle and crabbe intimidate anyone who tries to get close to the darling from then on.

they might hate sharing with each other, but they truly despise sharing with an 'outsider'.

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE DRACO MALFOY HEADCANONS

Although Draco and Lucius are somewhat alike with their arrogant and pompous nature, he's a tad bit more softer to his lover and more.. understanding and caring than his dad

You won't even know he has an obsession with you and even he won't know it at first either. He hates the way you talk, laugh and smile since it always makes his heart race and stomach erupt with butterflies in a frenzy. And he despises it even more when you hang out with Harry, Ron and Hermione even more. He won't be too mean to you compared to them but you'll arrive at the conclusion that he hates you. But it's quite different actually

He'll be angry with himself for falling in love with you and even more so when he grows and becomes obsessed with you. He'll be staring at you during classes and during breakfast, lunch and dinner and he'll be showing off and bragging more around you to get your attention. You might be thinking that he's most probably planning to target someone to be their next victim of amusement or something but he's been watching you all along and noticing your every move. The way your graceful body moved and your long and lovely veela hair flowed around your shoulders and the way your eyes sparkled with joy when you were discussing about your favorite subject. Crabbe and Goyle might tease him about it till he tells them to shut TF up and Pansy might be a bit jealous of you but she'll move on. As for Zabini, well... he won't really care in any way

Draco is quite the stalker, no doubt about that. He'll be stalking you from the shadows or make other people stalk and follow you and tell him what you've been up to. He'll like tormenting and bullying you even more so but why does his throat clench and heart twist so much when he sees tears in your eyes or when you look and stare at him with a pained and hurt expression on your face?

Draco isn't one to show emotions and affection just yet. His way of showing love and affection towards his darling might raise a few eyebrows but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about you, of course he does! He just has a different way of showing it, that's all, but he'll stop after a while when he comes to know his feelings of love for you are really deep

He will do his best to make you think he's good and change your mind about him. You might think it's all a trick just for him to start tormenting you and bullying you all over again but it's not that at all, he just needs another chance to prove he's good and for you to love him! He might act like one god damn Tsundere but inside he'll literally be screaming 'NOTICE ME!!!!' Even if you look at him and give him some reaction be it good or bad, his day will be made like no joke. He LIVES for attention from you and that's also the reason why he keeps creating scenes where you're close just so you can witness the whole thing (I Don't know why this is making me laugh XD *WHEEZE*). Other people won't be so safe from not even his own people from his house! Be it Gryffindors, Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs or even Slytherins for that matter, anyone else talks to you too long for his liking will be pulled aside by him for a little 'chat' till they run away crying or screaming or hexed

When you finally accept him, he'll be over the moon soaring in pleasure in joy and will make sure you become his lover in no time. He's selfish and will want MORE of your affection whether or not you're willing to give it. He might even ask someone turn him into a ferret just so you could pet him or laugh, he lives for such things. Draco will literally spoil you, taking you out frequently to the 3 broomsticks or Madam Puddifoot's teashop for some delicious warm Butterbeer, Honeydukes where you can enjoy that new candy they just got and he'll even buy you a quill from the quill shop there. He'll share his things with you when he gets parcels from his parents. He'll be really clingy to you and if you ask him to leave you alone for a while he will but he'll be back later. Oh, and as for Peeves, he doesn't dare to mess with you, not after Draco threatened him. I don't know what Peeves is scared of but whatever he did actually worked. And he'll also have Crabbe and Goyle carry your bags or things if you're feeling tired or he might do it himself to show you how strong and capable he is of taking care of you

Now when it comes to rivals, he'll just hex them and threaten them to stay TF away from you or he'll end up killing them. And he'll kidnap you later on but don't worry, he'll treat you really well. Unless you make him mad and call him a monster and all that. He'll be really sad and as much as he doesn't want to punish you, you have to be disciplined and so, he might lock you in a room and maybe mess with your dreams a bit that make you running back into his arms since he's skilled at Occlumency as well. He'll be smug inside that you're finally coming around and he'll stroke your hair and whisper how he'll always love you and nothing can ever separate the 2 of you. He'll be putty in your hands if you show hi affection and he'll give you anything and everything you could every want

As long as he has you by his side at the end of the day, that's all that matters. Anyone else doesn't matter in this world now, only YOU hold a special place in his heart

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[indecisive-capricorn]

Yandere Draco Malfoy x Reader Headcanons: Trapped

WARNINGS: Yandere, obsessive behaviour, toxic behaviour, unhealthy behaviour, threats, mature and language.

SUMMARY: You despised Draco Malfoy more than anyone, but the same couldn't be said about his feelings towards you. But how will he handle these feelings as they slowly grow darker as the years go by?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! So, i just want to remind you that these types of behaviour in real life are pretty bad both mentally and sometimes physically, and i don't encourage these behaviours to happen in real life. This is only a work of fiction but if you have experience this or are currently experiencing it, please reach out and contact those who are able to help you. Stay safe and enjoy reading! A bit of a short headcanon after a long time, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. :)

MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)

When Draco first met you in the first year of Hogwarts, he developed a crush on you and after watching you from a distance, his crush on you deepens. However, he made never made a move that could give you a sign of his romantic feelings for you. Instead, he became one of your worst bullies at Hogwarts. He often teased and insulted you, but never did anything physical.

His yandere side didn't show until both of your sixth year in Hogwarts. He turned into a completely different person, more cautious and anxious, though he does a good job at hiding the latter emotion. Draco became bitter but more reserved and he spent most of his time on his studies and other things rather than bullying the first and second years like he usually did in the previous years.

At first, Draco kept a distance from you. He always avoided you, even during class, though he managed to sneak a glance or two at you when no one was looking. Draco couldn't leave you entirely no matter how hard he tries. However, it changed when another one of your bullies, Vincent Crabbe, began to torment you by practicing curses on you and Draco was there to see it.

Draco saw red and in the middle of the practice, before Crabbe could comprehend it, he fell unconscious and began to bleed. When Crabbe fell unconscious, Draco was left to face his bleeding and bruised darling on the floor looking at him like he was a monster. Draco immediately casted a sleeping charm on you and darkness surrounded you.

When you woke up again, you were in a peculiar and dark room. It didn't look to be your dormitary or any other houses's dormitary. There was tea and soup prepared for you nearby where you were sleeping. And although your entire body still felt sore from the curses, you felt much better. Several of your cuts were covered in bandages and your bruises were treated with what seems to be ointments.

You tried to get up and look around the room but noticed that you were chained to the bed. The chains was only long enough for you to reach the tea and soup, but it didn't let you go any further. You tried to move the bed but you failed and suspected that a spell was casted to ensure that it wouldn't move.

A few hours after, you heard something open and saw a blonde figure emerge from the shadows of the dark room. Your attention was immediately onto your old bully and you demanded for him to let you go. But Draco refused to, saying it was for your own good and you're in danger.

Draco used a spell to fabricate a letter filled with your handwritings to give to the teachers and the headmaster for your temporary leave of absence from your classes to visit your dying grandmother. You weren't entirely sure how he had managed to pull it off, but the whole school bought it and no one was left wondering where you are.

You were pleading for him to let you go but he was adamant to keep you there— wherever you are anyways, because you don't even recognize your surroundings.

He insisted that he was keeping you safe, looking almost like a desperate mad man, which might be what he was. He became a death eater and knew the risks and consequences outside of Hogwarts and even inside too. He's more than certain that he's the only one who could protect you from it all.

He lets you be free from your cuffs every once in a while, but he was smart enough to not let you be without them for too long. His mind might be completely filled with thoughts that you needs his protection but he still understands the nature of living beings and the want for freedom. That's why, he's careful with the amount of time when you're with and without cuffs.

He's very protective of you no matter what your blood status is, but if you're a muggleborn? His paranoia is over the roof and he's always sure that someone is following him or watching him whenever you're around. It doesn't mean he'll stop visiting you though, it just means less time for you to be free of your cuffs.

You'll be staying in the room he has chosen for you for the remainder of his school years in order to be close to you and he won't be going back home during the holidays because he doesn't want to spend time away from you. He already has to be away from you because of his classes, why does he have to for the holidays too?

He won't be trusting anyone with you. That's also the reason why he's barely letting you out of his sight during his free time. Even eating breakfast, lunch and dinner with you.

Don't be mistaken though, even when you're locked up, he's making sure to take care of you well. He brings you everything that you ask him for and all your favourite foods and many expensive clothes and jewelleries. You look like a pretty little wife/husband for him and the prospect of you marrying Draco excites him.

You're the only thing he looks forward to all day. He knows he has changed during his sixth year and he is not like his old self but you bring side the happiness he didn't know he still have inside of him and he's willing to do everything and anything to make sure the little joy inside him is always there, even if it means locking you up for the rest of your life.

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[hp-hcs]

Am I requesting again because I love your fics? Yes yes I am AND IM NOT SORRY. Theo x ftm Reader (but like reader is Pansy’s brother ^3^) I feel like this HAS POTENTIAL but if you want to completely make ur own storyline be my guest because I trust you more than I trust my brain ٩( ᐛ )و

oHOHOHOH YIPPEE DW BABE I GOTCHU

also i’m on a yandere fix rn (if you couldn’t tell by the literally everything i’ve written these last few weeks) so uh, sorry if that was not what you were envisioning 🥲

requests. please. i beg of you. 🙏

Pansy’s Brother (Chapter One) — yandere! theodore nott x ftm! parkinson! reader

WARNINGS: aggression, stalking, possessive behavior, overprotective behavior, enzo berkshire bashing (done by theo)

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You bite your nails nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet. Your sister must notice, because she gently pulls your hand away from your mouth, smoothing down your hair, and kissing the top of your head.

“They’ll love you, Y/N. Don’t worry.”

“Enz’ll be there?” You ask softly.

A faint blush settles along her cheeks. “Y-yes. Lorenzo will be there,” she says in an oddly formal tone, clearing her throat in a very inconspicuous manner. “Ahem. But that’s not important. Um. Anyways. Stop laughing. Put your tie on, we’re going to be late.”

You snicker once more. “Sure, not important.”

She swats your arm lightly. “Dickhead. Hurry up.”

“Oi, Panz, chill out. I dunno how to tie a bow tie.”

She watches you fumble for a minute before rolling her eyes and smacking your hands away. “Stop, this is painful to watch.”

You pout as she takes over, deftly tying the perfect knot. “How do you know how to tie a bowtie?”

“Because I dated Draco for three months. Stop moving.”

You fake gag. “Ew. How was that as an experience?”

“Awful. It was like dating my honorary older brother,” she dramatically shudders, looping her arm through yours as you two begin your long walk to the Great Hall where the Yule Ball is being held.

“Hey, I thought I was the only brother you were allowed to have!” You gasp, mock-offended. “Besides, it couldn’t have been that bad. He’s… uh, conventionally attractive, I guess..?”

“No way, it was terrible. It’d be like if you started dating Enzo.”

“Ew!”

“Exactly.”

~~~

Honestly, Theodore Nott had no idea what to expect when Pansy said that her little brother would be coming to the Ball and that she’d like to introduce him to everyone.

But he certainly wasn’t expecting the most gorgeous guy he’d ever seen, holy Circe?

The Parkinson siblings stepped through the doors of the Great Hall, Pansy dressed to kill in a green satin dress with a risqué slit that went a little too high, in Theo’s opinion. The boys next to him were all but drooling.

“Who’s going to tell Crabbe and Goyle that Panz doesn’t even know they exist?” Mattheo leans in to whisper with a sly grin.

“Not it,” Theo snickered, observing Pansy with respectful, but distant, interest.

She really was stunning—but it was in the same way that sunsets and fireworks are stunning. Beautiful, but purely in an aesthetic way.

Following a half step behind her, a rather timid figure followed. Pansy navigated her way through the crowd, presumably her brother trailing along behind her.

She stopped in front of the boys, waving with a friendly grin. “Hey, guys! This is Y/N. Y/N, these losers are Theodore and Mattheo, and obviously you already know Enzo,” Pansy introduced, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her brother, Y/N, straightened when his sister said his name, an odd gleam in his eye and look of relief on his face that Theodore couldn’t quite figure out. He held out his hand with a rather charming grin, the meek boy from before now exuding confidence as he shook each of their hands.

Theodore shook his hand when Y/N reached him, surprised by how dainty Y/N’s hand felt in his. Y/N made up for it, however, with a firm grip and a charismatic smile that made Theo’s stomach flip.

The Parkinson boy wore a well-tailored three piece suit that accentuated his build. It was the same shade of green as his sister’s dress, but the vest was a nice tawny tartan tweed, with shiny brown shoes to match. His expensive cufflinks sparkled under the candlelight, and his dark gray bow tie brought out his eyes.

Y/N Parkinson looked fucking hot.

Theo’s reverie was interrupted by laughter and Enzo’s voice saying, “You look handsome as hell, Y/N.”

Y/N grinned, a faint blush on his cheeks. Enzo laughed and slung his arm over the younger boy’s shoulders in a friendlier-than-‘we-just-met’ way.

Theo’s gaze broke away from where he was ogling the boy, snapping over to his friend.

How the fuck did Enzo Berkshire already know this hot guy?

A lick of white-hot jealousy flared through him. Enzo wasn’t even that cute! And he was dumb! Theo was way smarter!

He saw the way the youngest Parkinson smiled at Enzo, all teeth, and felt his blood practically boil with rage. One word kept floating about his head, from the second he lay eyes on his friend’s little brother.

Mine.

~~~

“So…Theo was looking at you a lot.”

“He was?” Your head snapped upwards and your eyes lit up as you thought about the pretty brunette with the dead eyes and the overall talk-to-me-and-they’ll-never-find-your-body demeanor from last night.

“Yep. He also kinda like, threatened my life once you left,” Enzo shrugged, splitting off half of his licorice wand and handing it to you. “Dunno why.”

“He didn’t say?”

“Nope. Although I kinda sort of maybe got the impression that he’s got a… oh, what’s the word? big fat humongous crush on you. Not that it’s obvious or anything.”

“Ah. Not a man of subtlety, I take it?”

“He’s been watching us since we sat down,” Enzo said through a his teeth behind a fake smile.

“Wh-”

“Don’t turn around. Bitch, what are you doing- I just said- fuck it. I give up,” he throws his hands up in exasperation and sits back in his chair.

You scan the occupants of The Three Broomsticks, seeing no one acting out of the ordinary. You sigh and turn back to your irked friend.

Enzo rolls his eyes at you. “Dumbass.”

“Dipshit.”

You both grin at each other.

On the other side of the room, tucked underneath the deep hood of a thick winter cloak, Theodore Nott simmered with rage.

~~~

“Thanks for walking me back. I’m pretty sure Pansy would kill me, and then you, if I got lost or something,” you take another sip of your butterbeer as the two of you trek back to the castle, the dusky sky bathing you both in a faint glow and making the biting snowflakes in the air shine like tiny crystals.

“Yeah. Speaking of Pansy…” Enzo trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yes, you can date her. No, I won’t go but-she’s-my-sister-and-I’m-her-brother apeshit on you.”

He gapes at you. “You knew?”

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. Anyone with eyes could tell that you like her, and she likes you right back. Go ask her out, coward.”

“Fuckhead,” Enzo retorted, giving you a tiny grateful smile.

~~~

Theo watched from afar with barely-contained jealousy. The pair was too far away to clearly hear, and the snow underfoot crunched too loudly for him to move closer, so Theo was stuck.

A sudden gust of wind sent a flurry of snowflakes into his face, and he made a face at the unpleasant chill. With the wind, however, carried a voice.

Your voice.

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. A…” your voice trailed off as the wind died down, becoming indistinct again.

Theo snapped.

No. No. No. No, you weren’t allowed to say things like that to other boys. You weren’t even allowed out with other boys. You were his, and Theodore had waited far long enough.

It was time for him to take back what was rightfully his.

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Chapter Two

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

Yandere Draco Malfoy (general)

Even though Draco shares his father's pompous and arrogant attitude that doesn't mean he's a complete carbon copy of Lucius. On the contrary, Draco is so much softer and attentive towards his obsession, especially early on compared to his father.

You probably won't realize that Draco is even interested in you in the beginning. You'll catch him staring in your direction or staring in the overall vicinity of you, not thinking too much of it. He's probably thinking of who he's going to make his next target of entertainment anyway, but really Draco's been watching you very closely. More like stalking you.

Draco is quite the stalker, especially in the early stages of his obsession. He likes to watch you, loves it really. He mostly indulges in it because it's really the only way he can get his fill of you. He isn't quite sure what he's feeling, or why. If anything he's pretty bothered by it, certainly annoyed. Draco will take this new oddity out on you; bullying, tormenting, and overall making you his new target for humiliation.

That must be why he's been so interested right? Why you've caught his eye so suddenly? Why he's been so intent on watching your every move? But messing with you hasn't brought him any amusement or mirth. If anything it makes him feel sick and disgusted with himself. Have you bewitched him or something?

It will take Draco some time and reflection to come to the realization of his feelings towards you. Once he knows that he likes you, that he loves you, his behavior and overall actions will take a turn. Draco will be much more attentive and nice to you. You probably won't believe his new change whatsoever, taking it as some kind of trick or facade he's playing at to gain your trust only to start his tormenting all over again. But really, Draco wants you to like him. He wants you to see him the same way he sees you.

Draco will really put his all into gaining your approval and trust. He wants to completely take back everything he's ever done to you. He couldn't be more regretful for his actions, but he knows he can't take it away, at least not now. He'll spend the rest of his life trying to make it up to you. Once he has come to terms with his feelings (platonic or romantic), Draco will be completely and utterly taken with you. He wouldn't want to exactly show it to anyone else, especially his fellow slytherins, but he'd be at your beck and call if you so much as uttered his name or gestured in his direstion.

It wouldn't matter whether you hate him or like him, as long as your giving him any sort of attention, even if it's bad, he absolutely lives for it. Please give him anything and as much of anything. Just look at him or at least in his direction. Draco would do anything to have your eyes on him. He'd purposely make a scene close to wherever you are or nearby enough so that you'llbe sure to witness it. Even going as far as to target people in your own house to really ensure that he has your undivided attention. He doesn't care if he's going after fellow Slytherins, or those pesky Gryffindors, hell even those Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs won't be safe from him. He'll do whatever to have your attention directed towards him and only him.

When he does finally have you with him, whether through threats, persistency, or actually earning your affection of what sorts, Draco will be over the moon. He'll be in complete bliss, even if the two of you are only friends. He doesn't mind too much asong as you're paying him any sort of mind he'll be content, at least for now. He is selfish and will surely want more of whatever you're willing or even unwilling to give. He'll take it all, but he'll always give it back tenfold.

You'll be spoiled rotten with Draco around. He would never leave you wanting for anything, except maybe some space and or freedom, but then again he'll never leave you anyway. He'll do anything for, or rather depending on what it is he'll make Crabbe and Goyle do it for the both of you. Whether it be carrying your school books/bag or having to set someone straight or make an example out of someone he's deemed deserving of humiliation, Draco will have it taken care of.

Something to keep in mind is that Draco is extremely possessive, in regards to either a platonic or romantic obsession. What's his is his and there's no exception to his wrath if anyone goes against that. If he views you as family then you're his family, whether blood or not, he doesn't care either way. If he sees you in a romantic way then you're completely his from the second he decided to have and keep you.

Draco would only use dark magic and overall harsher punishments as a very last resort. He doesn't want you to think of him as a monster. He can put up with you hating him, but he couldn't bare the thought of you seeing him as something to shy away and flinch from. Now that doesn't mean he won't use fear against you if he thinks it's necessary, but he would never want for you to just solely fear him. No matter the relationship, Draco does genuinely care for you, albeit in a much more twisted fashion compared to his non-obsessive counterpart. He wouldn't want your 'love' or whatever 'connection' he desperately craves for to be solely built on fear and threats. But then again he'll take what he can get, as long as he has you at the end of the day that's all that matters to him.

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[writerbyaccident]

Taken (Yandere Draco MalfoyxReader)

Request: Is rare to see people writing yandere for Harry Potter and I love your blog so could you write a scenario when Draco gets the reader to date him willingly and she don't see how possessive and obsessive Draco is with her?

           Draco had thought that he had made himself clear. He wasn’t exactly shy about sharing his opinion, after all, so he had assumed that everyone had understood the message. But when Draco sauntered into Potions class, he saw that that wasn’t the case.

           You were at the usual table that you two shared, yes. And when he walked through the door, your eyes immediately went to him, just as they ought to. But any satisfaction that Draco might have felt at that was overtaken by seeing someone else sitting next to you. Eyes narrowing in anger, Draco glared at Nott, wondering just how Confunded he must have been to take you as his Potions partner. Apparently, not everyone had understood that you were off-limits.

           “Take your seat, Mister Malfoy,” Professor Snape droned. Dragging himself back into the moment, Draco forced an apologetic smile onto his face.

           “So sorry, sir. I had to discuss something with Professor Vector.” Snape said nothing in response to Draco’s explanation, simply nodding and going back to making the rounds to each table. With that taken care of, Draco focused his attention back on you, making his way towards where you were working. The moment that he reached the table, you looked up and smiled at him, the sight warming Draco’s heart even despite his anger. Still, that was not enough to make him let it go.

           “You’re in my seat,” Draco spat at Nott. Clenching his wand tightly in his robe pockets, it was all Draco could do not to hex Nott where he sat. Just seeing that oaf next to you filled Draco with enough hatred that he felt ready to cast the Cruciatus Curse then and there. What the bloody hell had Nott been thinking, taking a seat next to you? Nott knew very well that you belonged to Draco and to Draco alone.

           “Last I checked,” his classmate scoffed, “we didn’t have assigned seats.”

           “Well, last I checked, I always sit with my girlfriend.”

           “I’m sorry, Draco,” you interrupted. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to make it to class, and Professor Snape said that we needed to work on this potion in pairs…”

           “You should know by now that I would never leave you to work alone,” Draco said, his voice slightly softer now, “much less work with someone else.”

            “I know,” you apologized. “Still, Nott and I have already started, so—”

           “So Nott can go and join Crabbe and Goyle.”

           “Are you stupid? We’re already a third of the way through, you go join Crabbe and Goyle,” Nott responded.

           “How about we let her decide? I’m sure that she would much rather work with her boyfriend.”

“Of course I would—”

“Good, then it’s settled,” Draco said decisively. “You’d best move, Nott.”

Sighing exaggeratedly, Nott gathered his books into his arms and stood up from his seat. As he began to walk away though, Draco grasped his arm and leaned down towards his ear. Quickly Draco checked to make sure that you were too busy with the potion to be watching, not wanting you to hear what he planned to say next. There was no reason to trouble your mind with such matters, after all, not when you had made the right choice.

“Pull something like that again,” Draco growled quietly, “you even look at her again, and I will show you just how a Malfoy protects what is his.” Not bothering to wait for a response, Draco let go of his fellow Slytherin and happily sat beside you.

“I’m glad you made it to class,” you smiled at him guilelessly.

“As am I,” Draco answered, his words as true as yours, though for a far different reason.

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[siswritesyanderes]

i feel like Tom Riddle is the perfect yandere. can you do some dark fluff with him and a fem s/o (both Hogwarts age)? thanks so much!!

An aspect of his personality that would one day be oft-overlooked was how generous he was to people who gave him what he wanted. Normally, this applied to teachers and followers (He had learned early on, when he had observed the preferential treatment Mrs. Cole from the orphanage was capable of giving to people who weren’t him, that it was important to immediately and consistently charm people in positions of power over him or in a position to provide services to him.), but it could apply to…other people, as well.

And he knew that you were special to him, so why shouldn’t it apply to you?

Whether he loved you in the way that most people loved other people was a complicated question whose answer was unknowable. What he did know was that your presence pleased him, your absence distracted him, and he wanted you to feel good about being with him. He wanted you to be happier than you had ever been, because now you were his.

And pragmatically, he wanted you to be in the right state of mind to give him all of your attention. So, he made sure that he assigned some of his followers to “helping you” with your homework and classwork. (“My servants are your servants,” he had said to you more than once.) He had them escort you places when he could not (“Walburga, walk with her to the lavatory for me.” “Yes, My Lord. Ready when you are, My Lady.”) and fetch you things when he would not (“Are you deaf, Dolohov? She said she’s thirsty!”). He used persuasion and the professors’ goodwill to arrange exemptions for you where necessary, so that any pesky claims on your time could be eliminated.

He wanted you to always be happy, since you were with him. Which meant that nothing was allowed to upset you. He had one of his followers brew a potion to keep you in a good mood, which he dosed you with every meal, and anyone who bothered you…

Well, no one did. They weren’t stupid.

He dreamed of what he would do to anyone who upset you.

And he went out of his way to show you that you were special. His disposition changed so drastically whenever you entered or exited a room that it gave people whiplash. 

They couldn’t be sure which was preferable, because when you were present, he had so many rules for how they could behave and what they could say (“She doesn’t like hearing that word, Abraxas; we’ve been over this. I do hope I won’t have to tell you again.”), but when you were absent, he was an utter nightmare of temper and impatience (“M-my Lord, shall I g-go see when Walburga and Our Lady will be b-back from the lavatory?” Scathingly: “Exactly how are you going to do that, Lestrange? Stick your head in? By Salazar, you’re all such idiots, I don’t know what deprives me of the pleasure of sending you the way of poor Myrtle and finding someone competent to take your place.” “Yes, My Lord. Sorry, My Lord.”).

As far as his treatment of you individually was concerned, he became surprisingly eager for physical contact after the relationship’s very beginning. At the start, he was cautious, but growing up in such a cold environment had made him rather touch-starved; he greedily leaned in whenever you put your hand on his head or shoulder or face, and he often caught your wrist when you tried to break contact. Most days, when classes were over, he would bring you to his common room and sit you on his lap by the fireplace. He got antsy whenever the two of you kissed on the mouth for a long time, feeling as though he was drowning in you and scared of what that meant. He enjoyed kissing you in short, successive pecks all over your face and neck and ears and hands. It felt like he was repeatedly, invisibly branding you as his. (And sometimes not so invisibly.)

“You’re mine,” he would tell you in between kisses.

“Mm-hm,” you would respond, almost noncommittally.

“Mine,” he would whisper, dropping a kiss right above your pulse. “Are you Malfoy’s?”

“No.”

Kiss. “Are you Black’s?”

“No.”

Kiss. “Are you Parkinson’s?”

“No.”

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. “You’re mine. Just mine.”

“Hmm.”

Sometimes the list went on for longer. He seemed to enjoy explicitly eliminating everyone else you knew, one by one. Not Crabbe’s, not Goyle’s, not Lestrange’s, not Finnigan’s, not Macmillan’s, not Richardson’s, not…

He often talked about the future, and how you would be like a queen once he took over the wizarding world. (A combination of the contentment potions and social politeness made you tolerate his ambitions.) How he would be immortal, and how you would be immortal- he would make it happen, he promised -and how you would have nothing to do but adore him, and how he would make sure that you had every jewel and comfort the world had to offer.

He was never really cross with you. He expected you to obey him, but when you disobeyed, he did not so much punish you as ensure that you could not disobey him in the same ways again. If you refused to stop talking to other boys, he merely scared them away. If you insisted that you wanted to watch the Quidditch match instead of spending the afternoon in the Room of Requirement with him, he merely arranged a small…safety concern…that would make the professors cancel the match.

There was always the Imperius Curse, too, but he avoided that. He liked you better with free will (Without it, you could have been just anyone.), and besides, he knew that Dumbledore kept a curious eye on his relationship with you, and the old man would just love to find out that Tom was casting Unforgivable Curses on his girlfriend.

On the whole, it was surprisingly easy to be Tom’s girlfriend. He was so thoroughly in control of himself and you at all times that you never had to worry about anything. You never concerned yourself about potentially breaking up, because there was never any conflict between you, and you knew that he would never allow you to leave him anyway.

“Perfect,” he murmured, with his lips pressed to the vulnerable space right under your jaw. “Mine.”

He often told you that he loved you. He wasn’t sure if it was technically true, but he wanted you to be happy, the happiest you had ever been, because you were his, and he was definitely as close to love as he could ever be.

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[ao3feed-dramione]

Draco's Mudblood

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by Bluejay9401

Draco got tired of Hermione outperforming him in every class. So he decided that she was his, no matter what they said.

Words: 3384, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Lavender Brown, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Minor Characters

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Ron/Weasley/Lavender Brown, Scorpius Malfoy/Rose Weasley

Additional Tags: Yandere, Evil Draco Malfoy, yandere!draco, Torture, Rape/Non-con Elements, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, not between hermione and draco tho, Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Dark Draco Malfoy, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Draco Malfoy, Possessive Draco Malfoy, Sadism, Dark, Alternate Universe - Dark, Horror, Body Horror, No Smut, Ownership, Collars, Murder, Protective Draco Malfoy, Sociopath Draco?, idk - Freeform, Stockholm Syndrome, Enemies to Lovers, YANDERE!Scorpius, One-Shot

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[yanxidarlings]

what's this? for once i am listening to a poll and not getting distracted by something entirely different?

fair warning this is probably my darkest yandere hp writing, reader goes through some shit (said shit being the slytherins shit) it's mostly just angst and misery with a hint of fluff (if you squint) honestly not that crazy about this, but i hereby present

YANDERE SLYTHERIN BOYS: NOT SLYTHERIN, AYE?

"remember, m/n, you have to do everything to be put into slytherin, no matter how it is the sorting works" draco levelled with m/n l/n, holding an uncomfortable amount of eye contact.

breaking away from the blond's gaze, m/n let out a snicker "i don't know what you're so worried about, draco, i'm the most slytherin person i know!" internally, everyone who wasn't m/n sighed. it was no secret m/n wasn't exactly.. slytherin material. but neither was enzo, or goyle and crabbe for that matter. but they'd all end up in slytherin together anyway, right?.

swinging an arm over the other male's shoulder, enzo pulled m/n in close "we just have to act as slytherin as possible, it'll be a lap around the quidditch pitch getting sorted if we just think things like.. how wicked snakes are- especially green ones! and.." the brunet furrowed his brows as he paused to think. "and just say mudblood over and over again as well! that'll convince them for sure"

m/n laughed, wiggling out of enzo's grip. if only he had actually taken the advice, maybe he wouldn't be where he was now.

"ravenclaw" "hufflepuff" "gryffindor"

what did the hat even yell out? all m/n knows is that it wasn't slytherin. he sat motionless on the stool, gripping the edges, waiting to hear 'slytherin' yelled out.

"mr l/n, please make your way to the ravenclaw table" a stern voice spoke.

he looked up to see professor mcgonagall staring at him, indicating towards the ravenclaw table. "what, why?" he gave the old woman a confuddled look "that's you're house, mr l/n" the look of confuddlement had turned into pure shock "the.. over there?" when mcgonagall quickly confirmed yes his mouth went agape "are you sure? i.." he pointed towards the slytherin table, where the rest of his childhood friends had been sorted "whilst i'm not entirely convinced, the sorting hat is, move along child" ushering him off the stool and towards the ravenclaw table, mcgonagall quickly went to call out the next name as soon as he was down the steps.

taking a seat at the very edge of the table, m/n ignored the greeting from the boy sat next to him to stare over at the slytherin table. only lorenzo was looking over at him, the rest avoided his gaze.

the boy pinched his forearm, leaving a red mark. but he didn't wake up in his bed nor the slytherin dormitory.

looking down, he saw his robes had taken on the blue and bronze colours associated with the eagle house. his stomach dropped, the reality of the situation coming crashing down. m/n l/n's life was effectively over

• the next day at herbology, the ravenclaw first class that day with the slytherins, none of them acknowledged him. it stung. sure, the reader had heard of purebloods not getting sorted into slytherin and being alienated from their family and circle, but it was never supposed to happen to him!

• the invisible treatment, alongside the howler he received from his guardian was enough to make him cry in the owlery after curfew. where else was there to cry? his new dormmates were mudbloods out for his magic! and the prefects patrolled the halls at night. imagine the humiliation if weaslebee or whatever the ravenclaw prefect's name was saw him balling his eyes out?

• lorenzo spoke to him, for a little while. but he knew the boy's parents would nip that behaviour in the bud eventually. the prestigious heir of the berkshire family? associating with a blood traitor? m/n knew none of them wanted to be dragged down with him.

• for a little while, he thought they just needed time to adjust to him being in a different house. it was just a house? the day after ravenclaw beat the slytherin team in first year, all hopes of that came crashing down.

"draco!" m/n smiled as he came past malfoy in the halls, "can you believe wattle stole the snitch? she must have knocked it out of higgs hands, i swear he had it" quidditch was safe, right? m/n had never given a hoot about quidditch in the past, but if it meant getting back in draco and his gang's good books, call him a connoiseur.

malfoy shot m/n a glare "let's see you do any better then" he spat. crabbe and goyle had their arms folded, as if they were the blond's bodyguards.

the ravenclaw went agape before puffing his cheeks out, trying to think of something to say "i- i was just chatting" he folded his arms, not in the intimidating way crabbe and goyle were, as if to make himself smaller.

"you're pathetic, l/n, you think i'd want to be friends with a disgusting blood traitor. know what? i'm glad you got sorted into ravenclaw so i didn't have to find out the hard way, you would have taken us all down with you, wouldn't you?" draco sneered out, eyes narrowing.

m/n looked down, his face painted with shock "draco.. i swear i'm not a blood traitor, the hat got it all wrong!" there was no reasoning with someone like draco, who had been raised with the strict pureblood beliefs shoved down his throat.

oi!, a voice rang out from behind him, turning halfway, m/n saw a boy in slytherin robes that he had never met before "who's this" "who are you" m/n said in near unison with the stranger "he's no one, riddle, nothing but a worthless blood traitor"

with that, malfoy, crabbe and goyle pushed past m/n, and began chatting with the other boy- riddle.

• to say the first few years at hogwarts are hell for m/n is an understatement. it wouldn't be a surprise if he developed anxiety, depression and paranoia from the constant ridicule and bullying. every corner he turned, one of them was there, calling him foul names, telling him he's a disgrace to his family name.

• who would want to stick around and become a victim as well? no one. that's who m/n had, no one. they brought anyone who he spent time with the same hell. it wasn't even just insults, it was physical, from getting into petty fights with mattheo, to theodore using the levicorpus charm to give him a concussion.

• if he so much as looks one of the greengrass girls way, elio would pour one of snape's potions over m/n's head and then tell the professor that m/n had stolen the potion. if he got the best grade in any class, enzo would accuse the reader of stealing his work, although tom always seemed to be the mastermind behind it.

• there was this one time when a girl a year below him, luna lovegood, began hanging around him, declaring that they were now friends. but m/n knew better than to get used to it, and he was right. within a few weeks of the friendship, a rumour started spreading that m/n was sleeping with rita skeeter and shit talking the quibbler. lovegood never looked at him the same.

• not to mention, the situation at home only got worse. the house was no longer a home, if it ever was. everything he apparently 'did' at hogwarts got reported back to his parents, who disowned him in fifth year.

• m/n didn't return to hogwarts after the winter break when his name was burnt off the family tree.

the great hall was bustling with students, catching up with friends after the yuletide season. the 'best spot' on the slytherin table (where the roasted turkeys were) was dominated by what was best known as the 'slytherin gang'.

blaise was quiet, but when wasn't he? he only spoke when something needed to be said. eyeing the ravenclaw table for his favourite person to lovingly stare (glare) at, he saw no familiar face.

darting his eyes back and forth between the entry and the table, a solemn look crossed his dark features. "what's got you so pissed, mate?" theo leaned over, following zabini's gaze. blaise briefly made eye contact with theo before taking a bite of roasted potato

"i don't see him either" riddle, tom, to be exact, remarked. theo made an 'o' face, the name didn't have to be said for everyone to know who they were talking about. they spent their days thinking of ways to torment him, who else would they notice the absence of?

• nobody explicitly said they missed the reader, but actions speak louder than words.

• tom was the first to notice something was amiss. you couldn't waterboard the information out of him, but he couldn't stand not to know where l/n was. he honestly thought the bullying was a bit ridiculous, but as long as he was isolating the reader, he didn't care how it was done.

• he takes action the quickest, stalking the long halls, trying to determine whether or not m/n was just avoiding them.

• it became something of a group mission find out where m/n is. before, they were just possessive, but now, now they were becoming obsessed.

• when the darling finally returned to hogwarts after weeks of being MIA, all the torment, all the bullying, it just stopped. they were being nice which only scared m/n even more. five, even four years ago he would have eaten this up. but he knew better than to trust people now- no, he was straight up paranoid.

BLAISE ZABINI

• blaise was one of the only ones who truly believed m/n was a blood traitor. but he never gave up on him. in blaise's mind, the years of 'torment' was him helping show the reader the importance of blood purity and status.

• blaise won't apologise for what he did, not sincerely. it'll be more of a 'i'm sorry it took you this long to understand the point'. he truly thinks he was just molding the reader into the perfect future spouse for him.

• the reader has simply traded one hell for another with blaise. refuse to agree to the arranged marriage? won't spend time with him? then the reader truly must be a blood traitor.

• blaise has his softer moments with the reader, where he'll reassure them that he never actually hated them, that he didn't mean any of what he would say to them. but the damage is done.

• when it's his night with m/n, sometimes he'll be awoken at 2am to the sound of m/n getting ready for the next day. when he tried to open the door to the bathroom, he had never heard such a panicked "don't!" when he asked m/n why, "i'm not presentable yet" it broke his heart.

DRACO MALFOY

• draco had been encouraged by his parents- no, by his father, to put m/n in his place. now that he looks back at it, it had nothing to do with m/n, it was about making sure draco never even considered betraying his blood status.

• he engulfed the reader in a hug when he finally saw him on the way to class. whispering apologies, holding back tears. "i thought- i thought you had done something stup-" but he was quickly shoved off, m/n even mocked him for the tears.

• for the first time in his life, he understood what it felt like to be in the readers position. merlin, he was a git, wasn't he? he'll spend his entire life trying to make up for it if he has to.

• what he couldn't handle was m/n rejecting his attempts at friendship. gosh fucking damn it just love him already, draco makes it clear that the bullying might be over, and he's really sorry it ever happened, but the reader is never allowed a life outside of the slytherins.

• people who interact with the reader are still targeted, leaving him as isolated as ever. at some point he might accept draco's offer of friendship, but he'd never be stupid enough to actually buy into that bollocks.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

• lorenzo was kind of like the readers guardian angel throughout his years of torment. he might have been a bystander, but he never directly took part in foul 'pranks' they'd pull on him. it hurt his heart to see m/n so misrable, but he had a reputation to uphold and parents to keep happy.

• whenever the chance would present itself, enzo would try and make m/n's day a bit better. he sent anonymous chocolates from hogsmede for a good while, until pollux and draco started calling m/n a pig when he'd eat them at dinner.

• but it was the thought that counts! and that's what enzo tries to tell m/n in fifth year. he got punched. m/n told him to get lost in the forbidden forest and to take the rest of them with him.

• time heals all wounds, enzo probably has one of the best chances of developing an actual friendship with the reader. but they all want more, especially enzo. who believes he has some sort of precedence over the others for being 'so good' to the reader when everyone else wasn't.

• he thought he was being slick, discussing the possibility of an arranged marriage with his parents. but blaise has made plans a while back, and tom had taken the dark mark with the promise that his father would oneday have m/n marry him.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

• mattheo is by far, by a long mile, the worst of them all. he used to cruciatus curse on more than once on m/n whenever he was in a particularly jealous or bad mood. objectified him based on his looks "i'd bash your face in but then i'd ruin the only thing you have going for you."

• he didn't even know the reader before hogwarts, he just saw the way draco treated m/n, felt a funny warm feeling, and decided that meant he hated the reader.

• but god forbid anybody else does what he does, mattheo sometimes even tells off the other slytherins, the ones he doesn't like (draco lmao) to back off. maybe if he took his own advice m/n wouldn't be as traumatised as he is.

• lost his shit when m/n didn't return in fifth year. felt like he was dying, it was then he realised that maybe m/n is more important to him than he thought.

• babies the shit out of m/n when he comes back- he tries to at least. offers to carry his bags, trys to sleep in his bed with him, patches up even a small paper cut. it's a startling contrast, m/n probably feels like he has to go along with it, or risk becoming mattheo's target again.

THEODORE NOTT

• theo wouldn't have gotten in on the bullying if it weren't for his father and the others encouraging him. he didn't do nearly as much as draco or mattheo, but was still considerably worse than blaise or enzo.

• he would always hover around m/n, using his robes, sometimes skin as an ashtray. always making some sort of sarcastic or witty remark. and he always had a glare that would sink though m/n's skull, leaving him constantly on the edge.

• even during the earlier years of hogwarts, theo would have moments of softness, where he dropped the hateful act. which is why he was the one m/n trusted the least when the torment finally stopped.

• m/n keeping his distance, emotionally at least, is what drives theo over the edge. instead of saying something demeaning when he gets like that, theo now has outbursts where he demands closeness: mattheo will often have to drag him out of the room.

• there's always an over the top apology, only for it to go horribly wrong when the reader doesn't eat it up. he drowns in self hatred and anger, wouldn't it be great it time turners could go back years and none of this happened?

TOM RIDDLE

• tom honestly thought the reader deserved the treatment they got at first. to be born with pure blood and to throw away the privileges that came with it so easily? absolutely disgusting.

• he used to mastermind the bigger plans, until he came to respect m/n's intelligence and strength. anybody else would have ended themselves by now, and he had never met anyone as intelligent as himself. of course at first he developed his own hatred towards the ravenclaw whenever he'd get the same or a higher score on a test than him.

• his attraction to m/n causes him to pull out of partaking in the bullying by around third year. he's got better things to do, like being the top of the class over the likes of an ungrateful blood traitor.

• his main motivation in helping his father resurrect was the power it would give him over m/n. once he became a loyal death eater, he would be rewarded with m/n. the readers feelings be damned, tom wasn't above the imperius curse, amortentia or the cruciatus curse.

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[writerbyaccident]

An Enchanted Cage: Part One (Yandere Draco MalfoyxReader)

Request: Yandere! Draco Request Hey there! I've been following your work for a while now and I have to say I love the content you post! If you're up for doing anything harry potter related, would you consider writing a short about a yandere!Draco who caught feelings for a (preferably female) muggle at a young age and feels conflicted because his family has always preached that muggles are so beneath wizards--"Like animals." but it gets him thinking about how animals can be pets still and he’s able to convince his parents to take her in as one. Maybe that relationship would change if his muggle turned out to be a muggle-born witch instead, but they wouldn’t figure that out until they were closer to hogwarts age.

So I don’t really write about little kids as yanderes, so like with my recent Damian Wayne piece I’m keeping Draco around high school age for this. Specifically, he first met the reader when he was a young kid but didn’t really get obsessed with her until years later. Also, I started writing this and I couldn’t stop and I’ve still got a ton of ideas for it (but also I want to go to bed) so I’m making this into a multipart fic! Hope you all enjoy!

Part Two Part Three

           When Draco first met you, he didn’t know what you were. How could he? He was only nine years old at the time, and he had never even met a Muggle before. From everything his mother and father had told him about the creatures, he had always pictured Muggles as permanently covered in dirt, with knotted hair and yellow teeth. They would have raspy, guttural voices, more like that of a dog than of a proper human being. Not that they would actually speak all that much, of course. No, most of what came from their mouths would be animalistic snorts and growls. Looking back, it was easy to see how his child’s imagination had exaggerated the things his parents and their friends had told him. He was too young to grasp the subtleties of the differences between your two groups, filling in and stretching things with a child’s extremism. And besides, it wasn’t as if anyone bothered to correct him.

           So when Draco stumbled upon you that summer day, he naturally assumed that you were a young witch who must live nearby. You may not have been wearing robes as he was, but then again, he knew of several pureblood families who didn’t insist that their children wear robes at all times. His parents did, of course, but the Malfoys had a reputation to protect. But even some similarly aligned families were flexible these days, especially when their young children were simply at home, playing outside and liable to get dirty.

           Draco had been wandering his family’s grounds, a common pastime for him when he didn’t have lessons with his tutor or when neither Crabbe nor Goyle were visiting. It was a beautiful day, one he didn’t want to spend inside the manor. At some point though, he must have unwittingly walked past the wards, his Malfoy blood allowing him to cross them as he pleased. Draco didn’t even notice though, simply assuming that he had walked further than he had previously. But he certainly noticed when he spied you playing in a creek.

           You were alone, like him, but you didn’t seem to mind. No, you were laughing joyously, splashing about in the shallow water. Even then, at that age, Draco found himself thinking that he had never heard someone laugh like you, so pure and carefree. He merely watched for a moment, wanting to join you but unsure how to ask. After all, all of the friends he had were the children of his parents’ friends, brought over for play dates and shared lessons. He didn’t really know where to start on his own. Thankfully though, you didn’t seem to have such reservations.

           “Hi!” you shouted, waving at him.

           “Hello,” Draco answered back. “What are you doing?”

           “Looking for pretty rocks, wanna help?”

           “Okay,” he said, joining you in the ankle-deep water.

           Draco spent the rest of the afternoon with you, and he would have been happy to keep playing with you, but you said that you had to get home for dinner. By the time he got back to the manor, he realized that he must have passed through the wards, something he wasn’t supposed to do without supervision. Draco didn’t want to get in trouble, and he definitely didn’t want to be forbidden from meeting you tomorrow like he promised.

           “Hello dear,” Mother said to him, smiling in amusement at the sight of his dirty robes. “Did you have fun today?”

           “Yes, I found some rocks.” Holding out his hand, he showed her the ones he had brought home, and she ruffled his hair lovingly.

           Draco spent the rest of the summer this way, meeting you every day he possibly could. You were unlike any of his other friends, so unabashedly open and friendly, not at all snobbish or reserved. And unlike Crabbe and Goyle, you weren’t merely a follower either. The two of you became incredibly close during that time, so when Draco was about to leave on a two-week holiday to France, he found himself reluctant to leave. He was only nine though, so he didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter. And to make matters worse, you had previously revealed that you were spending the summer with your grandparents, as you did every year, so by the time he returned, you would be gone.

           By the time summer returned, he was worried that you might not come back. So much could have happened after all, your plans could have easily changed. When he found you waiting for him by that same creek then, he was grinning from ear to ear. Another summer passed, and it was as if you two hadn’t even been apart. He still didn’t reveal your existence to his parents though. They controlled so much of his life, he just wanted this one part to remain his own.

           When the next summer began though, his last one before he would begin attending Hogwarts, Draco finally decided to tell his parents about you. You were his age, after all, and he was sure that you would be going to Hogwarts as well, so Draco wished to see if perhaps you could to Diagon Alley with him. At the back of his mind he was somewhat concerned that you might be from a unsuitable family, whether too poor or aligned with blood traitors, so he concluded that it would be best to start with his mother. Even if you were from an undesirable background, if he got his mother on his side, she could surely convince his father to let the two of you remain friends. After all, you couldn’t help who your parents were, and he and his family could be a good influence on you. But when he finally told his mother about his years-long friendship with you, things turned out far worse than he ever could have imagined.

           “A—a muggle?”

           “Yes, Draco,” his mother replied stiffly.

           “She can’t be a muggle! She’s—she’s not like them at all!” Draco cried.

           “There are no other wizarding families near our home, Draco. Not even half-bloods.”

           “But—but she’s not some savage animal. She’s not dirty or idiotic.”

           “Well,” Narcissa sighed, “I suppose Muggles are just like any other breed. Some likely are somewhat more civilized than most.”

           “What do you mean?” Draco asked confusedly, this being an entirely new concept to him.

           “A bit like how purebred dogs have more aptitude for certain skills, perhaps. Or how cats with Kneazle ancestry are more intelligent than ordinary cats, and pure Knealzes are more intelligent than both.”

           “Really?”

           “But that doesn’t change what she is, Draco. She is not a witch, not one of us. A Kneazle still cannot compete with a person.”

           His mother’s words from that day stayed with him, stayed with him for years. Draco clung to them whenever he was tempted to run to the creek, whenever he found himself missing you. No matter how much he repeated them though, he couldn’t quite seem to hate you the way he knew he was supposed to. There was simply too much history already there, and while Draco found himself getting angry with you at times, at how you had tricked him and wormed your way into his affections, he couldn’t truly despise you. But still, he stayed away for years, forcing himself to focus solely on other things.

           Then, one day during the summer holidays, right after Draco finished his fourth year at Hogwarts, he saw you again. He had arrived home just the other day for the holiday, and he was welcomed back with a batch of truly glorious summer weather. Determined to enjoy it, Draco wandered the grounds, happy to be back home. Without even noticing it though, he was walking in the direction of the creek. Or perhaps a part of him did notice, and was simply that desperate to see you.

           “Draco? Draco Malfoy?” a hauntingly familiar voice called out to him. “Is that you?”

           Turning towards the sound, half hoping and half dreading that he had imagined things, Draco saw you for the first time in years. As he took you in, Draco felt as though his heart had been petrified, as though he had fallen from his broomstick and now had nothing solid beneath him. You looked so much the same, and yet so different. You had the same eyes, so warm and inviting, the same smile, so genuine and friendly. But you were also undoubtedly older, with a fittingly more mature face and overall expression. That wasn’t all that Draco noticed about you though. Regardless of how much he had told himself over the years that you were nothing more than a filthy muggle, that you were unworthy of the slightest glance from him, Draco found himself stupefied by your beauty. Skin so enticingly smooth and soft, lips so temptingly plump and parted, curves so alluringly sculpted and feminine, for a moment he understood what Potter must have felt like when he faced that Hungarian Horntail. But as you continued speaking, Draco was pulled out of his thoughts.

           “I can’t believe it, I haven’t seen you in years! I was almost convinced that I made you up! How have you been?”

           “Um—” Draco stammered, pausing to clear his throat. “Well, I’ve been alright, I suppose. Busy with school and everything. I’m sorry it’s been so long, things—things have been rather mad.” You pursed your lips ever-so-slightly at that, clearly sensing that Draco was hiding something, but, Draco noted with relief, you decided not to press it. That was one of the many things he missed about you, Draco suddenly realized, how kind and understanding you were.

           “Same with me, honestly. This term was so difficult, I really needed this holiday.”

           “Me as well,” Draco said, smiling gently at you. The two of you spent the next few hours catching up, though Draco was of course careful to keep things rather vague on his end. It felt so natural talking with you again, so right just being with you. And so, Draco found himself returning the next day, and each one after, in order to see you. Logically speaking, he knew that he shouldn’t be doing such a thing, that his parents would be ashamed of him. But each time he attempted to keep away, it was as if he had been placed under the Imperius curse, the only order given to him that he needed to be with you.

           “I wish we went to the same school,” you mused one day.

           “I know,” Draco agreed, “how on earth did you ever survive without me?” You laughed at that, and while Draco relished the sound, harvesting it away, he wasn’t truly joking. As bright as you were for a muggle, you still didn’t possess any magic to protect yourself with. And while you were undoubtedly more intelligent than the average specimen of your kind, you were also so much more innocent and vulnerable as well. You lacked the ferocity, the brutality that Draco was sure the rest of your kind held, and so he was terrified of the thought of you leaving him. You needed him, he was sure of it.

           But, in the end, it was your next comment that truly put things in perspective.

           “I’d love for you to meet the rest of my friends, they’re brilliant. Though, you might meet Peter soon.” At the sound of another male’s name coming from your lips, Draco froze where he stood, watching in horror at the far-away smile that had appeared on your face.

           “Who?” Draco snarled quietly, fingers clutching his wand tightly in his pocket. You failed to hear your friend’s change in tone though.

           “He’s this boy in my year, we’re fairly good friends. He and his family are staying in a cottage close by for few weeks, so we were planning to get together.”

           “Oh,” was all Draco said in response. Truthfully, it was all he was able to say in response. There mere thought of another boy near you possessed Draco with enough rage to cast an Unforgivable Curse, and the fact that he was a muggle only made it worse. Draco was certain that your supposed friend couldn’t be like you, couldn’t be nearly as brilliant and kind and caring. No, Draco was sure that he must have been the worst kind of muggle, the sort that his parents had always warned him about. This boy wouldn’t—couldn’t—appreciate you the way Draco did. He would take you away from Draco, further and further until he never saw you again. This disgusting muggle boy was about to come and take what was his, what belonged to him. Draco refused to let that happen.

           Less than an hour later, Draco pushed open the parlor door roughly. The two elder Malfoys’ attention caught, Lucius put down the letter he had been reading, while Narcissa set down her book.

           “Mother, Father, I have to ask you for something.”

           “Yes, dear?” his mother responded. “What is it?” Pausing nervously, Draco walked over to one of the armchairs across from his parents, sat down, and took a deep breath.

           “Is everything alright?” his father asked, brows furrowed.

           “No,” Draco answered honestly. “It isn’t, but I know how to make it alright. I’m just not sure if you will understand.”

           “Sweetheart, we’re your parents. We love you, of course we’ll understand.” Draco acknowledged his mother’s words with a small nod, then turning to his father.

           “I—I need a new pet.”

           “That’s all?” Lucius said with a slight smile. “You nearly had us worried, Draco.”

           “But, not just any pet.”

           “Oh?” Lucius replied.

           “You see, close by, there lives an elderly Muggle couple. And each summer, their granddaughter visits them.” Draco paused, unsure of how exactly to put this, eventually deciding to just come out and say it. “I want her.”

           “You want,” his father spoke slowly, “some Muggle girl as a pet?”

           “She’s not like other Muggles, Father, not really. She’s more intelligent than the rest of them. And she isn’t savage or repulsive.”

           “She isn’t?”

           “No, she—she’s beautiful.”

           “Beautiful?” Lucius scoffed.

           “Yes,” Draco answered carefully. “And yes, she is a Muggle. And I know that Muggles are little better than animals. But animals have their own kind of beauty, don’t they? And animals are kept as pets, aren’t they?”

           “I suppose,” his father agreed, only somewhat reluctantly.

           “And like I mentioned, she’s better than other Muggles. It—it’s almost as if, if the majority of Muggles are wolves or mutts, she’s a purebred spaniel. Or if the rest of them are feral cats, she’s a Knealze.”

           At her son’s explanation, Narcissa’s eyes widened slightly with recognition, recalling her words from years ago. It had to be the same girl, she realized. And if it was, that meant Draco truly desired her, if he still wanted her after all of these years.

           “Lucius,” she said softly, taking her husband’s hand in her own. “I think that we ought to give Draco this girl.”

           “You do?”

           “My love, the Dark Lord has finally returned after so many years. Before long, he will have restored the world to its proper order. And with that, he will have put the Muggles in their place. Once things have been made right, I highly doubt that Draco will be the only one with such a pet. It’s not as if he is asking to marry this girl, after all. We have raised our son well, I am sure that he will keep his pet in her proper place.”

           Narrowing his eyes in thought, Lucius looked from his wife to his son. Both of them gazed at him imploringly, and he felt himself beginning to give in. Lucius could never deny Narcissa anything, not since the day he married her. And ever since he first held Draco in his arms, Lucius knew that he would give his son the life he deserved, the life he was entitled to as a Malfoy.

           “Well,” Lucius began, “we will have to be cautious. The Dark Lord hasn’t conquered the wizarding world yet, after all. And this girl will be your responsibility Draco, no one else’s.” Heartbeat quivering too fast to count, Draco nodded eagerly. Releasing a breath that he had forgotten he was holding, Draco felt happier than he ever had before. Already he was considering every little detail, from where you would sleep to what you would wear to how exactly he would train you. It would take some time, he knew, especially seeing as he didn’t want to resort to a love potion or the Imperius curse. No, Draco wanted your devotion to him to be utterly real. He deserved nothing less, after all, considering how he was saving you from the savagery of your kind. You might not understand that at first, but you would eventually. Draco would make sure of it.

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[siswritesyanderes]

If requests are open, could I request yandere Draco and a male Gryffindor reader who is constantly playing pranks on him?

Naturally, at first he interpreted his extremely heightened awareness of your every move as mere caution. Had to stay on his toes, and all that, to be sure that he wasn’t your next victim.

But that interpretation did not hold up for very long, because it did not account for the blissful satisfaction that he felt when he was the victim after all…or the disproportionate anger when he was not.

(Why did he hate Seamus Finnigan so much when you made HIM the target of your stupid hair dye prank when he, Draco, was so much blonder and would have made so much more of a show of his irritation?)

It also did not account for the way he seemed to subconsciously go out of his way to appear as vulnerable as possible to invite your mischief; he would send Crabbe and Goyle elsewhere, when he saw you nearby, and pretend not to notice that you were there. All while his mind was pulsing almost painfully with need to be noticed.

I’m here! Do something, I dare you! I mean…please. Please? Go on, do it! What, are you too scared? Do I have to provoke you?!

Ultimate, it got to the point where he was actively taking steps to earn your negative attention.

“Oi, look at you with your boyfriend,” he mocked as you walked with some other Gryffindor, gaging your reaction to the suggestion that you liked guys.

You barely reacted. Was it because you were unimpressed by the taunt, or because it was true. Merlin, he hoped it was true.

“And where’s yours, Malfoy?” you replied, which felt like a dragon bite to the heart, in a somehow pleasurable way.

No help for it: it was an utter rush to receive your teasing, to hear your deep chuckle when you pulled off some mischief against him. The only trouble is, sometimes your snark and your efforts and your laughter went to other people, and Draco simply could not accept that.

He upped the antagonism, sure that if he became more of a nuisance to you, then you would make him the exclusive target of your misbehavior. He made your school life harder at every turn, convincing Snape that you were cheating on assignments, spreading rumors about you among the student body, tormenting you and tormenting your friends and doing everything in his power to make sure that even the saintliest of Hufflepuffs would deem him worthy of your wrath.

Do your worst.

All of this backfired, though; while eavesdropping on you (as he often did), he heard your friend suggest that you get back at him, only for you to shoot the idea down: “He’ll just tell Snape. He does it enough for things I haven’t done.”

Oh blast; now you thought he would snitch!

It occurred to Draco that perhaps he had been going about this with too much subtlety. After all, you were a Gryffindor; your lot were ridiculously direct.

He waited until he could catch you in an empty hallway, then cast Levicorpus (which you had used on him once, in one of his most stimulating memories, but had used on Crabbe twice, which infuriated him) to dangle you upside down. You were so startled by the sudden attack that you actually dropped your wand,  which was disappointing because he would have liked for you to fight back.

Oh, what would it be like if you actually attacked him?! He had half a mind to give you your wand back, but decided against it; he had a purpose here.

“What,” you seethed, “the entire-?!”

“I’m just trying to explain something to you in a way that you will understand,” he said smoothly. Ohhh, your visible rage made him feel…things. “The target of your little pranks will be me from now on. Nobody else.”

Utter confusion wiped the rage from your face. “You…What?”

Your robes were all bunched up at your chin, revealing the casual-wear underneath. Draco’s gaze raked over you appreciatively before returning to your eyes.

“Stop pranking people who aren’t me,” he repeated, so clearly that even a Gryffindor had to get the hint.

“What are you playing at, Malfoy?”

Apparently not. “I want you to only prank me,” he repeated, his tone dripping with condescension. “I want to be the only person you prank. I want people who aren’t me to not be pranked by you, while I myself am. Will that suffice, or do I have to be more clear?”

“I heard you the first time,” you snapped. “Just…why?”

Why? What sort of a stupid question was that? “Because it’s what I want!” Draco shot back. He broke the spell so that you fell to the floor, and he promptly turned and strode away, hoping that you would do something while his back was turned.

You did not.

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