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wotanidiott · 3 years

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Hi can you do a Draco fluff with prompts 17,18,9 . Thank you 🖤

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summary - draco takes you on a date to hogsmeade

pairing - draco x fem reader

house - any :))

time period - 5th year

word count - 2.2k

warnings - nothing but FLUFF <33

a/n - hi again !!! i’m most definitely not dead, just been v occupied :// if you’re still waiting for part 2 of the other potter then i promise i will post it soon lmaoo sjsksjsnsksns ... anyways, enjoy this draco fluff for the meantime <3

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“can i kiss you?”

*person a gives person b their coat* no, it’s okay - i’m not that cold anyways *person a currently freezing their arse off*

“i like the way your hand fits in mine”

It was 1 o’clock on a Saturday, and you were sat in your usual corner at the library. Pen in hand, reading glasses on, with your school work sprawled out across the expanse of the table.

Your life had become increasingly school-orientated since starting your 5th year due to the pressure of passing your O.W.L exams. As a result, you made it routine to sit in the library and study for the entirety of every Saturday afternoon.

After finally finishing up your Potions essay, you pushed it aside and dug into your Transfiguration homework.

Subject after subject, pile after pile, you knuckled down on all your work. Pausing sometimes to only be distracted by the scenic view beyond the window in front of you but quickly resuming in your endeavours.

“Would it kill you to ask her out already?” Theo whined, his voice slightly muffled.

Unbeknownst to you, across the massive area - hidden amongst the rows of bookshelves - sat four Slytherins.

Draco turned in his seat to face his friend. Finding him hunched over the table, arms folded upon the mahogany and forehead resting atop. Theo’s patience was always minimal - boredom easily consuming the blonde at any given moment. If it weren’t for the question he had asked just now, anyone could have easily mistaken him for having fallen asleep right there and then.

“Yeah, probably.” Blaise answered the question for him, rather apathetically one might say. Though there was a trace of amusement in his words, not to mention his poorly concealed smirk.

Draco shot a glare his way but Blaise’s eyes were glued to the book he gripped in his one hand ; the other held a green apple with a very noticeable, singular bite on one side. Draco’s eyes zoned in on it immediately and his eyebrows furrowed even more.

“Is that my appl—”

But before he could interrogate the boy any further, Pansy piped up.

“You know, Draco ... if you won’t make your move, I will.” She declared, seemingly challenging him.

“OH, MERLIN’S SAKES, PLEASE DO.” Theo pleaded loudly, suddenly sitting upright.

Instantaneously, Draco’s hand flew to Theo’s mouth in an attempt to shut him up. He then hastily peeked over his shoulder in case you had heard. Lucky for him, you hadn’t.

“You’re gonna get us noticed.” Draco hissed, retracting his arm back as Pansy and Blaise shared a knowing look.

“And you’re gonna bore us to death.” Theo groaned, dropping his head back to its previous position. He then turned his face a little to the side to peer up at his friend. “Draco, mate, I love you, but please pluck up the fucking courage to at least talk to Y/L/N.”

It was then, Blaise placed his book down and exhaled audibly as if to gain everyone’s attention before he began to speak.

“I second that. You’ve dragged us here for the past three weekends just to sit there and sneak glances at Y/L/N for the whole afternoon—”

“Stalker much.” Pansy muttered under her breath, earning her a scowl from Draco, which she only acknowledged with a sly smile.

“What I’m saying is,” Blaise continued, “compliment her, strike up a conversation, ask her out ... just do anything - ‘cause I don’t know how many more of Lockhart’s books I can entertain myself with.” He stifled a laugh, patting the high stack of books, (all written by one of their former professors) he had occupied himself with during these long hours.

“Yeah, you better get on with it or else - like I said - I’ll take matters into my own hands.” Pansy crossed her arms, smiling sweetly at Draco.

He simply huffed in amusement as a response.

“Pans, I thought you fancied Lovegood?” Blaise questioned.

“Yeah but I don’t know if she’s into girls...”

Draco zoned out of the conversation, his eyes drifting to you again. He knew his friends were right, he was going to have to make his move soon instead of watching from afar like Pansy said; a stalker.

He shook his head at the thought. He hadn’t really thought about it in that way. He was so completely enamoured by you that all sense and reason had been thrown out the window.

Ever since fourth year, he had developed some sort of attraction towards you. He found himself searching for you in every room and darting looks during class.

He admired your intelligence, having been put in the same classes as you for the majority of the four and a quarter years at Hogwarts. He was also so captivated by your beauty and the way you presented yourself.

He loved everything about you.

Except for the fact you were clueless to this very circumstance.

He knew it was all due to his cowardliness. He just couldn’t bring himself to confess any of it. But that was about to change - he was intent on it.

“Y/N! You’ll never guess what!” Lavender Brown plopped herself on the bench next to you, she was visibly shaking with excitement.

You examined her with squinted eyes, checking the wall clock behind you first before speaking. “You have exactly fifty-two seconds before Mcgonagall arrives. Spill.”

“Okay, so basically, I was told by Padma, who was told by Parvati, who was told by Neville, who was told by Abbott, who was told by Smith—”

You raised an eyebrow at her. “Do I need to know all this?”

“No not really- But don’t worry, I’m getting there. Who was told by Lovegood that—”

“I was looking for you.” A voice came from behind.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you recognised the voice. Instead of turning around, you stared wide-eyed at Lavender.

Draco Malfoy. Your long-time crush since third year. All your friends knew you were slightly head over heels for the guy.

Okay, maybe that was an understatement. You were definitely head over heels for him. How could you not be?

He was highly intelligent, immensely attractive and there was this aura about him that seemed to draw you towards the Slytherin even more.

Although you didn’t dare speak to him out of fear of rejection.

Lavender only looked up at Malfoy for a moment, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion, then her face relaxing again into what seemed like understanding. She then cocked her head to the side so she could see around you.

“Oh my god, is that a spare seat next to Theodore Nott?” She exclaimed. “I’m so sorry, Y/N, you know how much I’ve been crushing on him lately—”

You stared at her, completely and utterly baffled, “What? No you haven’t—”

“I’ve got to take this opportunity.” She continued, “Anyways, got to go. Bye!” She shot up and instantly walked over to the other side of the room. Your eyes followed her, catching a glimpse of her, aswell as Nott, both giving Malfoy a thumbs up.

Just then, Mcgonagall waltzed into the room, signalling for everyone to settle down. You felt Malfoy’s presence shift from behind, to the seat next to you.

His previous words still hanging in the air, you wondered what they meant.

He was looking for me? Why? You thought. You didn’t even think he knew you existed. Why on earth would he be looking for you?

“I just wanted to speak with you, that’s all, and of course I do.” Malfoy suddenly spoke up, coincidentally answering the question in your thoughts.

“W-What?” You turned to him, puzzled on how he just read your mind.

“Of course I know you exist. Why wouldn’t I?” He flicked through the pages of the textbook before looking up and smiling at you.

Realisation washed over you like a tidal wave. “Holy shit. I said that aloud, didn’t I?” You murmured.

“Yeah,” Malfoy chuckled, amused by the fact that your cheeks started turning a light shade of pink. “Yeah, you did.”

As the lesson proceeded, you and Malfoy had got to talking and joking around as if you’d been doing it for years. You enjoyed his company and only hoped that the feeling was mutual.

As the hour came to a close and you were packing all your equipment away, you spoke up. “That was probably the most fun I’d ever had in Transfigurations all year.”

Malfoy practically felt like his heart had leaped out of his chest from extreme glee after having heard what you said.

“Yeah? It’s good Brown chose to go abandon you then.” He smirked.

“Yeah, I guess so.” You noticed Lavender waiting for you by the doorway, so you sped up your antics. “I’ll see you around then, Malfoy?”

“Y’know, Draco’s fine.” He remarked.

His reply caught you off guard. First name basis? You smiled to yourself at the thought.

“Okay. I’ll see you around then, Draco.” You corrected, his name sounding foreign as you weren’t used to it.

Draco attempted to suppress his grin but failed to do so after hearing the sound of his name leave your lips.

“See you around, Y/L/N.”

You crossed your arms and squinted your eyes at him in a jokey manner, “It’s only fair.” You simply said.

“See you around ... Y/N.” He corrected. “Better?”

“Better.” You replied.

That night, both Draco’s friends, and yours didn’t hear the end of it.

Not even a week later, Draco was already asking you out on a date.

Up until now, it was all friendly banter, that is before both friend groups pointed out there was clearly something between the two of you. Which ultimately landed in Draco finally asking the long-awaited question.

You both had settled on Hogsmeade, finding it to be the most convenient location as you didn’t break up for Christmas holidays for another two weeks.

And well, where else were you supposed to go?

It was colder out, than you had expected. Only wearing jeans and a woolly jumper, you were bound to freeze to death. Especially now that it had just started snowing.

Draco noticed your subtle shuddering at once, “You’re cold.”

You looked at him and tilted your head, dramatically gasping, “No! Am I?! I had no idea!” You whispered, sarcastically.

He chuckled before shrugging off his coat and placing it over your shoulders. The action causing your cheeks to heat up a little and butterflies erupting in your stomach. Although you couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty.

“Draco,” You sighed, “you’re gonna be freezing, here take it back.” Discarding his coat, you attempted to hand it back to him.

“No, it’s okay - I’m not that cold anyways.” He replied, pushing your outstretched hand that clutched his coat, back toward you.

“If you say so.” You said in a sing-song voice, somewhat unconvinced by his refusal but taking up the offer anyways.

Draco’s eyes were filled with awe at the sight of you wearing his clothing. He thought you looked rather cute seeing as it was considerably oversized on your body compared to his.

Although, it was clear he was currently freezing his arse off seeing as all he was wearing was his infamous all black suit.

Not that you noticed, of course.

After a round of Butterbeers and a trip to Zonko’s toy shop, you and Draco were walking out of Honeydukes, a bag of cauldron cakes in hand.

“Should we head back now?” Draco asked you, as you both made your way to the path leading back up to Hogwarts.

“Not just yet.” You simply responded, a mischievous grin plastered on your face.

Draco paused for a moment, eyeing you with dubiety before giving into his curiosity. “Well, lead the way then.” He replied, his hand intertwining with yours for the first time as you led him onto another path, steering away from the castle.

With his thumb, he subconsciously stroked the edge of your hand as you both and across a clearing amongst the trees.

There was a bench situated in the middle of the small space that overlooked the vast landscape. A wired fence the only barrier between you and a steeply sloped hill.

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.” Draco suddenly remarked, gently pulling you to sit on the bench with him.

You diverted your attention from the view to find him already staring at you, a small smile gracing his features.

A moment passed with you and him gazing into each other’s eyes - hands still locked together - before he spoke again.

It was barely audible. A soft whisper that could have been lost and drifted away by the December breeze but nonetheless, you heard it.

“Can I kiss you?”

That Saturday, You weren’t stuck in the library, curled up at a desk, plowing through your school work, for once ...

... Like your good friend, Dean Thomas, had originally thought.

He needed help with a piece of Charms homework and he was certain you would be here.

Instead, he stared at your empty corner in the library, wondering just where you were.

Little did he know you were sat on a bench that overlooked the whole of the terrain surrounding Hogwarts, hands entwined with the boy you had liked for merlin knows how long. Snow falling around the two of you as you shared your first kiss with him.

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a/n : after proof reading this idk how to feel sbskdbsks - i’m v tired as it’s currently 2:15 am so the writing may not be as good :// sorryyyyy

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crying in a cool way 😩

meet my mother || d.m

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summary: draco meets your mother, but not in the way he was expecting to.

warnings: mentions of death, angst (not much), fluff

word count: 604

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Big Argument? Love Confession

Family? Found

Enemies? Lovers

Beds? One

Childhood? Friends

Dating? Fake

Coffee? Shop

Hotel? Trivago

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crying in a cool way rn

hi!! i’m so glad i found your account, ur writing is phenomenal! can i request a draco x y/n from narcissas pov? and maybe it can be like draco and the reader go to the manor for christmas break every year once they start dating and narcissa just watched how draco falls deeper in love? and hopefully a lil smidge of 6th year angst/post war recovery?

over the years -d.m.

draco malfoy x fem!reader

a/n: hey baby!! first of all, thank u so much ily so much fun writing this u don’t even know- idk this is just such a great concept i have no choice but to stan🧎🏻‍♀️ i hope it’s to your liking!!

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word count: 3,4k

warnings: tw // none | cw // fluff, a smidge of angst (as requested😼), like one swear word ?

summary: Narcissa watches as y/n and Draco’s relationship develops over the years.

(credits to the rightful owner of this gif)

Narcissa has always loved her only son more than anything, there was no doubt about that. ever since Draco was born she’s tried to give him everything he needed and wanted to protect him from everything the gloomy, dark reality had to offer. she wanted to know her son was safe and well tended-to so she was at his side whenever she could be.

therefore when the boy turned eleven, the knowledge of having to send him to school caused quite a bit of distraught to Narcissa. at first, her husband, Lucius wanted to send their son to study the art of magic in Bulgaria, “because the school’s prejudiced attitude towards muggle-borns coupled with its sympathetic attitude towards the Dark Arts would do nothing but good for him,” -according to Lucius, but Narcissa simply would not hear of it, she could not stand the idea of her precious boy going to school that far away from home.

so they settled for the idea of sending Draco to Hogwarts but still, Narcissa couldn't help but feel worried for her son. she knew it wouldn’t be so hard for the boy to find friends, thanks to his reputation, but that was the same thing that worried her; she didn’t want him to associate himself with the wrong sort. Narcissa still wanted to make sure her child was in good hands so she made sure to owl him every single week, to know how he’s doing, and counted the days until the boy would return home for christmas break.

which fortunately for Narcissa came quite soon, much to her surprise, Draco had insisted on bringing one of his new-sprung friends home for the holiday, and she welcomed the idea happily, at least she hoped it would bring her peace to know what little boy her son’s spending his time with.

much to her surprise, when they finally arrived home she realized that Draco’s buddy was pretty far away from a loud, chatty boy she’s imagined, instead, she found herself facing a shy, sweet little girl when she greeted them.

“y/n y/l/n, nice to meet you, ma’am,” you offered your hand and a nervous smile after Draco introduced you to his mother. she immediately took a liking to you, your self-resolved, almost timid personality seemed to reel her in, and the way Draco would excitedly pull you inside to show you around after he got bored of the formalities reassured her that she had nothing to worry about regarding her son’s choice of friends.

that year she watched as the two of you roamed around the manor every day, looking for new games to play, while your giddy blabberings and giggles echoed through the halls. Narcissa felt happy for her son, she’s never seen him so engaged in anything before, and she seemed to recognize Draco’s rare true smiles more and more often as she watched his face light up every time you told a story or even just simply talked. although she could sense your friendship was in an early stage she knew that it would be one to last long.

*:･ﾟ

the fact that two years later, in your third year Draco still requested for you to join them for christmas only reassured her in that. by that time Narcissa would know everything about you since when Draco would send her an owl or after he would come home for summer he would not stop rambling about you, and all the stuff you two have done together in your time at Hogwarts. he told her how good of a friend you were and how many interests you two shared which only seemed to strengthen your bond.

this year Narcissa noticed how you got a lot taller, how your features and curves appeared to be more defined, and how your hair became longer and shinier. she also saw how Draco took notice of that too. he would treat you much more like a lady rather than a buddy, Narcissa noticed how her son would hold doors for you, how he would pull out your chair for you before you could reach for it, how he would use the manners she taught him more and more often.

she saw how a slight pink shade would overcome your cheeks as you thanked him with a shy smile or how you would jokingly respond to his formalities with the same tone. Narcissa knew her son well enough to know that he was a tad bit nervous around you and the same could be said about you too. she couldn’t miss those little glances Draco would send your way during dinners, how his hand would coincidentally brush over yours while walking in the garden, or how his face would simply light up the same way it did a couple of years ago when looking at you, except now there was something more behind it.

she could sense that great friendship of yours slowly blossom into something more, something stronger but still something that was yet to be discovered by either of you, despite it being in both your faces. Narcissa didn’t want to rush you guys, in fact, she enjoyed being able to witness your relationship unfold slowly but surely.

but sometimes she just couldn’t help herself, Narcissa couldn’t keep her tongue and a brief remark of your situation would slip out occasionally, causing you to suppress giggle and Draco to whine a meaningful “Mother!” with a blush decorating his cheeks, before taking your hand and quickly leading you away from the conversation, afraid his mother would say something to embarrass him even more. while hurriedly making your way out of the room, Draco would look back to send a scolding expression in Narcissa’s way, to which she would only giggle to herself after seeing her son’s blush become a more prominent and deep color, probably due to him holding your hand. in these situations she would internally give herself a pat on the back, she knew what she was doing and very much enjoyed being her son’s wingwoman.

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in your fourth year, when Narcissa got notice of the Yule Ball taking place in Hogwarts, she got pretty excited, to say the least. your soon-to-be boyfriend’s mother sent you an owl months before the Ball to ask for your measurements and size and also to ask you what kinds of colors you preferred, so she could order a dress for you to match Draco’s robes. she didn’t even need to ask, she knew that you and the blonde would be going together, and of course, she was right. at first, you kindly denied her generous offer but Narcissa insisted so you didn’t have much choice, not that you complained.

soon after the Ball came the winter break and this year wasn’t an exception, as you’ve been doing for the past three years you spent the break at Malfoy Manor. this was becoming a tradition, really. as soon as you arrived Narcissa greeted both of you with a big bear hug, which took you by surprise but you returned the hug with just as much enthusiasm still. Narcissa didn’t tell Draco, nor anyone because she loved her only son dearly but secretly she’s always wanted a daughter too, and quite frankly, she was beginning to see you as one.

the days passed and one evening Narcissa was on her late-night walks around the Manor, she’s always liked to check around the house before going to bed, for some reason it always helped her sleep better knowing seemingly everything was in place around her home. she passed your and Draco’s rooms but she didn’t hear any kinds of movements and she could see that the gaps under your doors were completely dark, signaling that there wasn’t any kind of light lit in either of your rooms.

curiosity took the better of her and she gently knocked on her son’s door and pushed it open slightly to reveal a dark and empty room, his bed untouched. so then Narcissa went and did the same on your door, stepping inside timidly but the same scene welcomed her, dark as pitch, your bed made neatly. she then stayed there, frozen in her spot for a couple of moments, staring blankly at the blackness. with furrowed brows, she closed the door slowly and started wondering where you two could be at this hour.

nevertheless, Narcissa continued roaming the Manor but this time making sure to be more alert, looking for any signs of your whereabouts and checking behind every door on her way. as she got to the first floor she saw a dim light coming from the library at the end of the corridor, one of the large oak doors slightly ajar.

she made her way towards the entrance. quiet as the night, trying not to startle either of you guys, expecting to find you there. getting closer her intuition didn’t betray her as the woman could hear your quiet whispers and giggles filling the room.

Narcissa knew it wasn’t right but just couldn’t help herself, she stopped when she got to the door and peeked inside, only to find both of you sitting on the couch beside each other in front of the fireplace, a book in your hand and Draco looking over your shoulder, reading it with you. she warmly smiled at the sight and decided you were up to no trouble and turned on her heel to go back to her room, but what she heard made her stop in her tracks.

“y/n, um- can i tell you something?” she heard Draco say in a hushed voice. “anything Draco,” it was so quiet, your soft whisper along with the sound of you gently closing the book could be heard out in the corridor. you held it in your hands and laid it in your lap before turning to Draco who had a nervous expression on his face. you gave him a warm smile urging him to continue. a couple of beats passed before he blurted out, his usually deep voice just above a whisper. “i think i love you,” this made Narcissa slap her hand over her mouth to muffle the gasp that was about to topple out.

unbeknownst to you, now both the boy you were sitting with and his mother were impatiently waiting for your answer as you just stared at Draco with a surprised expression. the first sounds that you made were breathless giggles which seemed to confuse both of them. “i love you too,” you uttered, your smile audible through your quiet voice. for a couple of long moments while you stared at each other nothing was to be heard other than the slow breathing of the two three of you.

your faces got closer by the second as your eyes fluttered down to each other’s lips, the fire lazily dancing around in the fireplace, providing enough light for both of you to see the glint in the other’s gaze. “may i kiss you?” Draco asked as Narcissa couldn’t help but let out a small squeal at that, making you snap out of your gaze and turn your head in the direction of the door. the boy didn’t seem to hear it, or just didn’t care so he cupped your face, gently guiding you to look into his eyes once again, waiting for your answer. “yes, you may, ” you answered with a deep shade of red decorating your cheeks.

after that, the woman standing outside the library didn’t hear anything but the book dropping to the floor from your hands with a thump. Narcissa knew that this was her cue, so she hurriedly took off and went upstairs to her bedroom, making sure not to make much noise with a big smile plastered on her face, lazily skipping through the corridors.

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a year later Narcissa asked you to join her for tea one afternoon during your stay, which you happily agreed to. she was sitting near the window on one of the leather couches as you arrived to the tea room. you gently knocked on the door and your boyfriend’s mother watched with a warm smile as you stepped inside and made your way to sit down next to her. as usual she asked you about Draco, asking you how he’s treating you, to which you just reassured her that her son was a true gentleman and she had nothing to worry about. then Narcissa asked you about school, and you talked to her about your prefect duties and such, she knew you and Draco both took up prefect posts now that you were in your fifth year.

Narcissa felt like she could truly bond with you, she always enjoyed spending time with you and it was surprisingly easy for the both of you to spend hours chatting about nothing and everything at the same time with each other. after about an hour or so Draco seemed to get bored without you so he quietly made his way into the room and stepped behind you, putting his hands on your shoulder lovingly; this was his way of signaling to his mother to let you go so he could spend time with you too.

Narcissa got the message so she took your hands in hers to say her goodbye, Merlin knows when you would stumble upon each other in this big manor again. as she gently gripped your hands, her fingers came in contact with something cold on one of yours so she looked down, only to find a ring exactly like hers elegantly decorating your digit. it was the Malfoy family ring. Narcissa looked at it and started smiling, after a couple of moments she looked up to Draco who was still standing behind you, and gave him a knowing expression, her grin still very much evident on her face.

as the pale boy caught on his eyes widened, “oh yes, i forgot to mention Mother. i gave this to y/n for christmas,” he explained proudly, to which you just looked up at him with a shy smile but as his statement settled inside you, you quickly snapped your head to look at Narcissa with shock lacing your features. “you didn’t know?” you asked exasperated before sending a quick scolding glance at your boyfriend, then looked at back at the woman with a worried expression.

she just giggled and squeezed your hand in reassurance while looking at you lovingly. “no i did not,” she stated matter of factly. “but it was about bloody time, i mean if Draco hadn’t given you this i would’ve had to get you one myself at this point,” she said, seeing you relax as all three of you chuckled. then Narcissa brought you into a loving hug while you whispered an emotional ’thank you’ into the soft fabric of her dress.

later that night as she passed your rooms on her usual night walk, she heard a faint sound of slow music coming from Draco’s room. when looking down to the gap under the door the woman saw the shadow of the pair of you slowly dancing in the middle of the room and her heart melted at the sight. turning on her heel she went the other way and thought back to her younger years when she would do the same with her lover. ‘like mother like son’ she thought to herself.

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your sixth year was just as stressful for Narcissa as it was for you. she could sense that as soon as you two stepped into the Manor on your first day of christmas break. she knew that something wasn’t right, and knew exactly what was the cause of that. Draco’s task was getting in the way of your relationship, it was no secret. as soon as Narcissa knew, you didn’t know about your boyfriend’s dark mark, nor his task he had to fulfill. she’s asked Draco not to drag you into that mess they were in as soon as he got chosen. they both cared for you deeply so they agreed that they will keep you protected no matter what.

but you weren’t blind, you knew that something was up and it was starting to get under Draco’s skin. Narcissa saw how he was giving you the cold shoulder, just as he’s been giving it to her lately. she saw both of your faces decorated with eyebags more and more prominent every morning. your eyes were bloodshot and puffy due to you crying during your endless bickerings and eventual fights with Draco.

it pained Narcissa to see you both going through this but she didn’t want to interfere too much, the only thing she could do was to listen to your hopeless ramblings about feeling like Draco not being honest with you. of course she knew the reason of that very well, but still didn’t tell you for your own good, just tried to give you motherly advice as reassurance and tried to ease the situation by telling her son to be patient with you, despite his quick-tempered nature.

but all this effort didn’t seem to work. one late night she was reading at the dinner table by candlelight, sleeping wasn’t an option for her, too much was on her mind. after listening to your muffled arguing from upstairs for a while Narcissa heard a door open then slam violently, just for it to open again as both of your footsteps emerged from the corridor upstairs. she heard them becoming louder and louder and come to a halt after a couple of moments just about at the top of the staircase. “isn’t this what you wanted to know? huh y/n?” she heard Draco whisper-shout mockingly. “no! i was expecting you to tell me that you’re cheating on me, not that you’re a bloody death eater, for fuck’s sake Draco!” you retorted, now your voice slightly bouncing back from the walls of the corridor.

your footsteps echoed through the hall as you hurriedly made your way downstairs. Narcissa was being quiet as a mouse, tucked away in the far end of the diner, so she didn’t have to worry about neither of you spotting her. as you passed the entrance of the diner and made your way to the front door Draco was following you down the staircase. “y/n, what are you doing? y/n!” the boy’s voice had a more worried tone as opposed to the frustrated one he had moments ago. “darling please, listen to me!” Narcissa heard his son plead but after that, she didn’t hear you reply, only the front door open then slam as you stormed out dramatically. by the time Draco got there and opened it you were nowhere to be found.

the large door slammed again but with much more force this time before she heard her son punch it with a loud bang, which made her flinch, contemplating whether or not she should go and comfort him or leave Draco to sort it out himself, as he usually prefers. then unexpectedly she heard the boy break out in a sob as heart her clenched. Narcissa took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment, she worried deeply for the both of you.

*:･ﾟ

now, 8 years later you’re all sitting at the same dining table Narcissa was sitting at all that time ago, worried for your relationship and the safety of the pair of you. as she’s looking at you and Draco chattering and laughing carelessly with your little son she thinks back to a bit more than 7 years ago when you were standing amongst the ruins of Hogwarts.

you and Draco on one side as Narcissa stood with her husband on the other, the Dark Lord in the middle. the air so thick you could cut it with a knife, the silence deafening as everyone stares at the pair of you, more specifically the boy beside you.

“come, Draco,” Narcissa’s quivering voice broke the silence, all she wanted to know her son was safe, she knew she needed to protect him. at this moment she saw Draco’s grip on your hand loosen as he looked at your face remorsefully, his eyes glistening slightly as Narcissa’s heart broke and sank to the pit of her stomach for the decision she was forcing him to make.

just as Draco was about to step away from you, Narcissa saw you grip his hand with yours harder and yank him back gently. you looked at him with tears running down your cheeks, your eyes pleading. then you said something to him, something so meaningful that it changed everything. and something that remains a secret to Narcissa to this day. but it was what made Draco look at you with the same glint in his eyes from all those years ago and step back beside you. pulling you close as he looked at his mother sternly, his expression explained everything.

Narcissa knew that she should’ve felt enraged and betrayed at that moment by you but for some reason, she felt the exact opposite. she felt relieved, thankful even that Draco had you by his side to tell him not to go to her. because no matter how hard she tried for his whole life she knew from that very moment she met you that you were that person her son needed, the person to help him do the right thing. the person she could’ve never been, no matter how truly and unconditionally she’s always loved him.

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In the marauders dorm

Sirius: *sitting on his bed, reading*

Remus: *walks in* *sees the book in Sirius‘ lap*

Remus: Ar- are you reading?

Sirius: Yes. I found this, it‘s so cute. This boy, he talks about his best friend and he‘s secretly in love with him. And the best friend is like the biggest player and probably straight. It‘s kinda sad actually. *sniff*

Remus: *realises that it‘s his diary, eyes grow wide* Oh no-

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can i request a george weasley x fem reader with a3, a4 and f5? ty <3

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Betrayal

summary - on the night of bill and fleur’s wedding, you find george with someone else

pairing - george x fem reader

house - your house (or any, doesn’t really matter)

time period - deathly hallows (post-hogwarts graduation)

word count - 2.8k

warnings - angst, mentions of death, fluff at the end

a/n - i’m so sorry this took ages to post !!! i hope this is okay, i’m sorry it’s a tiny bit rushed at the end :// also, the other potter pt. 2 is in the making so that will be posted soon :))

prompts

i hate you. i hate you. i hate you

i trusted you

it’s okay, it’s okay. i’m here

The long awaited day of Bill and Fleur's wedding had finally arrived. The past month or so had been an endless cycle with regards to the same old wedding preparation hubbub of 'Would you prefer white and gold flowers wrapped around the poles, or white and purple?' and 'Perhaps we should assign so and so to table four instead of table six' alongside the frequent 'That's quite enough, Ronald; Victor Krum is attending the wedding whether you like it or not.'

With the oncoming war, you had originally thought that the idea of celebrating such a supposedly joyous occasion was beyond untimely.

Though you were proved wrong by the seemingly much unperturbed state the majority of The Resistance was under. Due to the amount of arrangement needed for the stirring event, everyone had been too preoccupied to even think about battle plans.

The big wedding acting as a pleasant distraction for most.

"Y/N!" Ginny banged on the bathroom door impatiently, a slightly hurried edge in the tone of her voice. "Hurry up, will you? We're going to be the last ones in there at this rate."

"Gimme a sec..." you yelled from within, flicking your wand once more to pin back the two front strands of your now-curled hair by magic.

The door to the bathroom flung open, Ginny raising her head at the sound as she finished clasping the adjustable strap of her heels.

You wore a baby blue dress, the length riding up a few inches just above your knees. The upper half, fitted and ruched, contrasting the lower, rather flowy half.

Ginny's jaw dropped the second she saw you step out into the hallway, the sunlight pouring in from the windows painting you in a radiant bliss.

Distant heels clicked from the stairway overhead, Hermione emerging into sight and unintentionally mirroring Ginny's exact expression as she laid eyes on you. "WOW! Y/N, you look stunning!"

You visibly blushed, thanking her as you took in Hermione's appearance as well. Her dress was similar in design to yours but lilac and minus the ruched styling.

"So do you! You should really wear that colour mo—"

As you were in the midst of complimenting Hermione, Molly called from downstairs, jokingly threatening the three girls that the food would be finished by the time you all arrived.

Hermione attempted to rush down the next flight of stairs, pausing every now and again as to not lose her balance as she was not used to wearing heels often.

Looking behind, you were expecting to hear the clacking of Ginny's heels against the floor as she descended down with you, but she was sat stationary in the same position before; mouth agape and staring in awe at you still.

You were glad to have befriended both Ginny and Hermione considering they were two to three years younger than you.

You giggled at your friend's reaction, beckoning her to follow you and Hermione down so you could finally get to the reception that had started about ten minutes ago.

Upon entering the vast marquee, all three of you were star struck at the scene at hand. The Weasleys had really outdone themselves this time.

The admiration clear as your gaze wandered up and down and around, taking in the resplendent sight before you ... unbeknownst to the five pairs of ogling eyes.

"Pretty." Luna's silk voice chirped as she came to stand by Harry, smiling at the girls.

"I know." Ginny replied distracted, still scoping the scenery, not realising that wasn't what the kind girl was referring to.

Ron, Harry, George and Fred snapped out of their hypnotic states as you all approached them.

"W-Wow. Hermione - you look great!" Ron blinked rather rapidly as his 'best friend' came forward.

"Always the tone of surprise." Hermione replied in a sarky manner, cleverly masking the shyness evident in her flushed cheeks.

You and Ginny smirked at the pair, then looking towards the twins as they huffed. You four had a bet going that the two would end up together and by the looks of it, Ginny and you were going to receive those ten galleons after all.

Harry cleared his throat, gaining Ginny's attention as he awkwardly smiled before complimenting her.

"You clean up pretty well, Y/L/N." George spoke as you averted your eyes off the couple and to him.

He had a playful smirk plastered across his face, looking you up and down as he leaned back against one of the tables, arms folded condescendingly.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Fred." You winked at your boyfriend, earning a chorus of laughter from the whole group.

George rolled his eyes at you, knowing you were merely teasing. "Look everybody, we've got ourselves a comedian!" He countered, sarcasm lacing his words as he begun to stalk towards you.

"Technically..." Fred stepped in the way, blocking his twin from stepping closer as he raised a finger, "...she wasn't lying. I mean, we are identical." He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at the pair.

"Oh, shove off." George laughed, lightly pushing Fred to the side.

Just then, the music rose to a crescendo, indicating the last few minutes of the introductory portion of the wedding celebration.

Everyone knew what came next.

As the piece came to a finish, a more lively and hearty tune started to play, tables and chairs being pushed aside to create a larger dance floor in the centre of the marquee.

"Come on!" You took George's hand, leading him to the middle as you dodged and swerved around groups of guests.

He chuckled at your enthusiastic spirit but smiled all the same. This is what he loved about you.

After a near hour of pure dancing and a couple drinks with your friends, you were beyond exhausted ... as well as slightly drunk.

George had disappeared along with Fred due to Molly's nagging for the two drinking too much. The both of them avoiding their mother as much as possible whenever she rounded on the group. They would come back at intervals when she'd leave but then vanish into the crowd as soon as they saw a shock of ginger curls heading towards them.

The last that had happened was thirty minutes ago. Fred had made his way back but no sight of George.

"So you weren't with him?" You asked Fred for the thousandth time.

He shook his head in response, "I told youuuuu ... he— he just went to the loooooo." Fred replied in slurred words from inebriation. "Hey, that rhymes." He snorted to himself.

You were starting to worry, you knew George was a bad drunk.

Last time he ended up this intoxicated was the night of your 19th birthday: You found him in your garden. Swimming in the fountain as he claimed he was looking for the necklace you lost. To sum up, it was a long night of explaining to him that you had lost it two years prior at the beach. Not that evening, and certainly not in your fountain.

"I'll go see what's taking him so long." You told your friends, pushing your chair out as you stood to go looking for him.

Fred grabbed your wrist before you walked off. "Y/N, he's in the looooo—"

"I know." You giggled at his drunken state, unclamping his hand from its hold on your arm and made your way to the exit.

"Taking a pooooo—" You heard Fred yell but was quickly cut off by Molly's distant scolding.

As you made your way to the third floor of the burrow where the bathroom was located, you noticed the strip of light shining from within Fred and George's room.

George must be in there, you thought.

As you pushed the door ajar, your whole world came crashing down at you.

There he was. Your boyfriend.

But with another girl.

He had his back to you, pinning the girl to the wall as he kissed down her neck, eliciting moan after moan from her.

The pair's heads snapped so fast in your direction from the sound of the door opening.

To make matters worse, the girl was incredibly beautiful. Her blue eyes stared back at you in shock of your intrusion. "We ‘re busy ‘ere." She announced, her french accent thick.

George immediately pulled back from her, sobriety hitting him like a freight train.

"I-I can see that." Your voice wavered despite the bitter reply. Tears begun to form as you forced yourself to turn and run back down the flight of stairs.

"Y/N! Wait!" He called after you, his footsteps increasing in volume as he neared you.

Just as you pulled the front door open, his hand flew by the side of your face, abruptly slamming it shut again so you had no form of escape.

You whirled round, angry hot tears streaming down your face as rage overtook you and you shoved him back.

You couldn't bear to be so close to him after what you had walked into.

"Y/N—"

Fury fuelled by the heartbreak, hindered your ability to think straight.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" You screamed, continuously striking his chest as he stepped back.

He barely even flinched. Your hits weren't violent at all nor did it cause him pain. It seemed you were just doing it out of frustration. Though you were mad, you could never actually hurt him, you'd never forgive yourself for doing that.

Although, this was nothing like you. Nothing had ever pushed you to behave like this, ever. But it was too much. The intensity of the situation had driven you to act this way.

He caught hold of your arms to cease the weakened shoves. "Y/N, please. I'm sorry. I really am—"

"I TRUSTED YOU!" You shrieked, struggling to yank your arms free from his grasp.

He released you, registering your anger slowly fading into sorrow. A single tear rolled down his cheek, followed by another then another.

"Does 4 years mean nothing to you?" You sobbed, all the memories of you and George that once brought you happiness now evoking heartache.

"No, of course it does! I love you. I'm sorry— I-I was drunk and—"

Your eyes darkened, sorrow turning into vitriolic resentment.

"George, please don't give me that bullshit. If you think a simple apology will fix this, you're wrong." You stated, lack of emotion clear in your voice and the glare you were giving him.

"I know. I don't— I don't know why I did—" His voice broke off, not knowing what to say at a time like this. There was no excuse to what he had done.

A lengthy silence engulfed the two of you as you stared fixedly at each other.

"We're done." You whispered, your simple yet impactful words cutting the still atmosphere like a knife.

Turning round again, you twisted the door knob and suddenly felt George's hand softly touch your shoulder.

"Y/N." George breathed. "Please, please don't leave me. I'm sorry. Please, we can work this out."

A few more tears fell from your eyes at his pleading, the desperation lacing his words making your heart crack even more.

"I can do better, I-I promise. No - I'll be better. Y/N, I'm sorry. I love you, p-please don't leave." His beg came out in splutters from the overwhelming situation.

He'd do anything to be able to rewind the events of the night and take back his costly mistake. He was desperate.

"Goodbye, George." You spoke, your voice barely above a whisper as you wrenched the door open and disapparated into the night.

2 months later

A knock sounded at your door. After granting the person entry to your temporary bedroom, they poked their head through the door.

"Any news?" You suddenly sat upright, firing Bill the same question you asked everyday since that night two months ago.

He shook his head, looking disheartened. "I just came to tell you dinner's ready." Then he slipped out without a word.

Around half an hour after you left on the night of Bill and Fleur's wedding, the Death Eaters attacked.

The marquee went up in flames with most the guests being captured. You had apparated to Cornwall that night, Shell Cottage being the first place you thought of as it was where George took you on your first date.

Not an hour later, a loud crack sounded, indicating Bill and Fleur's arrival. Moments after they had explained to you what happened, you were intent on apparating back to help fend the Death Eaters off. But the newly married couple stopped you, there was no point, they had said.

You worried for all the guests, your friends but most importantly George. Although he had quite unmistakably cheated on you, you still loved him. You couldn't help it, four years with that git does something to you.

Since then, you, Bill and Fleur had been hiding out at the little cottage in hopes The Order would reassemble there.

An ear-splitting crack resonated outside, pulling you out of your thoughts. You jumped off your bed and ran over to the window, peering out onto the isolated beach.

A flash of red hair caught your eye and the utmost sense of exuberance erupted inside of you.

It was George.

He was there. He was actually there.

And he was okay. He was alive.

You sprinted down the stairs, yelling for Bill and Fleur to follow you out. You flung the door open and tore across the expanse of the sand banks as fast as your feet could take you towards him.

"George!"

In an instant, his eyes locked with yours from afar. A wide smile gracing his features before he bolted in your direction.

You were both only mere metres away from each other as another loud crack rang clear from behind George.

... Followed by a green light.

Your heart fell to your stomach as you watched the life drain out from his eyes and he collapsed onto the floor. A raw scream pulled out you at the sight of it.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Fleur was suddenly at your side, a white light shot out from her wand and flew in the direction of where the unforgivable curse had come from.

In the distance, a masked figure in black robes froze before falling to the ground.

"George!" Bill's pain-filled voice cut through the air as he came barrelling towards his body in the sand.

Tears spilled from your eyes as you ran to the two brothers, dropping to your knees as you watched Bill cradle George's lifeless body on the ground.

"No. No - please, George—" Your voice cracked, your heart doing the same.

You couldn't come to terms with it; you waited and waited and longed for him to be with you the past two months. Even despite the argument.

And now he was there. He was actually there.

Though, dead.

"I love you. P-Please don't leave me." You sobbed, not even realising you had echoed the last words he had said to you on that faithful night.

"Please. Please, George—"

Your eyes shot open and engulfed the darkness around you. The atmosphere was still, the waves crashing upon the shore the only sound you could hear.

Your mind swam into consciousness and you soon realised you were in the arms of someone that seemed familiar.

Their hand stroked your hair softly as a means of comfort, holding you in the midst of your nightmare.

You sat upright in your bed and twisted round, a rush of joy and relief overcame you as your eyes connected through the moon-lit darkness.

“George.” You breathed, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Hi.” He simply smiled.

“Y-You’re alive. Oh my god, you’re alive.” In an instant, you had your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him tight.

A series of sobs escaped you, clearly overwhelmed by the fact he was here. And it really was just a nightmare.

It took him a moment to return the hug, easing into it like how it used to be before the separation.

“Yo-You’re really here. I thought you died or— or something happened. I had a dream you died and—” You interrupted yourself with an uncontrollable, heart-wrenching sob.

“Shh — Its okay, it’s okay. I’m here.” Turning his head, he gently kissed you on your temple as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

A minute of silence passed before he spoke again. “Y/N, I’m sorry for what happened that night. I—”

“I forgive you.” You cut him off, your voice hushed. You had been thinking over the course of the past two months, that when the moment came and you were reunited with George, that you’d forgive him. After all, he’s the love of your life.

“It was a stupid mistake - and it won’t happen again.” He shifted so you raised your head in level with his. Both of his hands travelled up your neck to hold your cheeks as he rested his forehead on yours. His eyes boring into your E/C ones.

“I love you, Y/N. You’re the only one I want.”

A soft smile graced your features as you pecked his lips.

“I love you too.”

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George Weasley

“𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝?”

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betrayal - ༄ ღ

on the night of bill and fleur’s wedding, you find george with someone else

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wotanidiott · 3 years

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a necessary post

on this blog, I will not tolerate:

racism

homophobia

transphobia

xenophobia

misogyny

Any discrimination of any kind is not tolerated here. Equality is absolutely necessary, and human rights are not up for debate. On my blog, everyone is welcome and supported.

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yall i just got home from school and skdbskdhsks

THANK YOU SM FOR LIKING AND COMMENTING AND REBLOGGING MY FIRST PIECE OF WRITING

i really was only expecting like 6 likes but omg dnfndkddd thank u !!!!

i might write a part 2 if u guys want? it will include a smut scene ;))

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Draco Malfoy

“𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐡! 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐡!”

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the other potter - ༄

after a heated argument, draco finally confesses, or rather shows you, his hidden feelings

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draco takes you on a date to hogsmeade

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maybe some draco angst with prompts 20, 17 & 15 (angst ones)? thank you 🤎

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The Other Potter

summary - after a heated argument, draco finally confesses, or rather shows you, his hidden feelings

pairing - draco x fem reader, mentions of ron x fem reader

house - gryffindor

time period - 7th year

word count - 2.6k

warnings - very angsty, violence and a whole lot of swearing

a/n - ahhh this is my first official post skdjkssjskksjssk !!!! i hope it’s okay i made the reader harry’s sister? i just randomly came up with the storyline and thought it would fit well with your request ... anyways i hope yall like it <3

prompts

“are you going to cry now?”

“you’re scaring me”

“you’re nothing. you hear me? nothing”

"Y/N!" You heard the distant calling of your name amongst the chatter of the mass of students in the Great Hall. Cocking your head slightly forward from your seat at the Gryffindor table, you found the source of the noise as they barrelled into the entrance with a frantic look in their eyes.

"Neville, what's wrong?" You question him, as he flops onto Seamus Finnigan, seated adjacent from you. Seamus furrows his eyebrows at his friend's breathless state, then looking at you with the same confused expression on your face.

Neville audibly heaves for a good minute, catching his breath from the seemingly long run he underwent.

"Harry, he—" His sentence is interrupted by a lengthy inhale of oxygen.

You perk up at your brother's name. A plethora of questions surfacing in your mind. "Harry? What happened? What did he do now?" You stand up, placing both hands on the table as you peer over at the short-winded boy now laying flat on the floor, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“He ... he—”

"He what?" You persist.

"Courtyard. He's— A-And Malfoy. "

That's all you needed to snatch your bag off the floor and bolt for the courtyard.

You realised you had developed some sort of attraction to the infamous Slytherin Prince around the start of 5th year. Although, you had assumed it was just a phase. In what world could you ever be attracted to the one guy that makes you and your brother's lives a living hell?

So that's what you had concluded it was. Just a phase. One that had seemingly fizzled out once you started dating Ron and now call a silly mishap.

But that wasn't true at all, was it?

A series of scenarios flickered through your head as you begun to wonder just exactly what had happened for poor Neville to nearly faint from shortness of breath to fetch you.

It must've been urgent.

As you reach the Courtyard, a crowd has formed around the oak tree, most likely watching the interaction between the two boys. Your hand finds the wand tucked in the pocket of your robes, gripping it tightly as you push through the cluster of people to get to the front.

He sees you before you see him.

"Ahhh, how nice of you to join us. Now the other Potter's here, we can really have some fun" Malfoy announces. Sniggers erupt from the group of Slytherins behind him as you finally reach the centre of the circle.

Your eyebrows knit together in perplexity. Malfoy is stood in the middle, surrounded by his goons but there's no sight of Harry.

"Where is he?" You snap at Malfoy, hostility lacing your words as you look around the gathered students agitated.

"Y/N, I'm here!" Harry's voice calls from above. At first your skeptic but as you look up, there he was. Floating in mid-air. Along with Hermione and Ron.

"You bloody git. I'll get you back for this Malfoy. I swear—" Ron is cut off by the single wave of Blaise Zabini's wand, effectively silencing him.

"They look rather comfy up there, Potter. Don't you think? Care to join them?" Malfoy pulls his signature smirk, eyeing you up and down.

The hold on your wand tightens as you whip it out and point it at him, stepping forward. "Oh, I wouldn't if I were you. Unless you want a repeat of fourth year? Don't think we all forgot about you running stark naked around the corridors after your little ferret incident."

The crowd bursts into laughter at your witty comeback. Even Theodore Nott couldn't contain his laughter and eventually gave in when he saw the humiliated look gracing Malfoy's face.

Malfoy's gaze on you hardens, his upper lip curling in contempt as he too takes a step forward. If looks could kill, this would be it. He flicks his wand upwards, still maintaining eye contact and you hear the thud of 3 bodies on your left, followed by grunts from the hard contact as he relinquished the golden trio from his spell.

"Yeah? No wonder Weasel left you for the Mudblood. I would too considering what a bitch you are." He hisses with no remorse.

Gasps emit from the crowd at his harsh riposte.

As much as you'd hate to admit it, the comment hit a nerve. You remained civil with Hermione and Ron after having found out he cheated on you with her but the pain was still there. A guilty expression flickered over the couple's faces as they shot you an apologetic look.

"Awww, are you going to cry now?"

Your wand lowers slightly from the impact of Malfoy's insult and he takes this as an opportunity to cast a leg-locking curse.

However, he underestimated you. You managed to block the spell with a simple protection charm before quickly shouting "Expelliarmus!" Malfoy's wand jumped into your open hand in a fleet of a moment and he was left defenceless.

"I may be a bitch but at least I'm not a disappointment. It's obvious that your Father would rather have anyone— hell, he'd even have Harry rather than you as a son" you scoff, narrowing your eyes at him.

You felt a surge of satisfaction when an emotion that resembled hurt flashed across his face. But it went as soon as it came.

Something in Draco snapped. It was one thing to ridicule him in front of his peers but to bring up his Father? Now that was a whole different ball game. Before he could even stop himself, a barrage of insults came pouring out.

"Are you even hearing yourself? At least I have a Father. And I have a Mother. You? You have no one. Your parents are fucking dead, Potter. You don't even have any recollection of them—"

"MALFOY—"

"Shut the fuck up, Potter" He snaps at Harry then instantly directs his attention to you again. "And as for your sorry brother, I don't even see you two together anymore. He'd rather be around the two people that betrayed you—"

"Draco, mate, I think that's enoug—" Theo tugs on Malfoy's sleeve to get him to stop but he's persistent on speaking his mind.

"Piss off, Nott. A-Around the two people that betrayed you than— than a pathetic excuse for a witch. No one likes nor cares about you. You're nothing, Potter. You hear me? Nothing."

Malfoy appeared deranged in the way he lashed out at you, chest heaving from his rant and wild eyes that looked as if he could kill you right at that moment.

But you didn't care.

You were past the point of caring. You knew all the things he said to you were true, you sometimes even thought it. But it felt like a whole new revelation when he stated it aloud. In front of everyone. Soon the whole school would be talking about this.

But you didn't care.

It was then, Draco knew. He knew he messed up. He took in the wide eyes and gaping mouths of his peers around him. Harry's enraged expression. His friends' guilty body language; despite the fact they played no part in the insult.

Then his eyes swept over to you. He had knocked the life right out of you. You looked ... numb. With your faintly quivering lip and glassy eyes, he realised he had overstepped. Usually, you'd retaliate and he would too until you were both separated by your friends or the professors.

Though, this was different. This was overdoing it.

"R-Right." You managed to say flatly but the distress was clear in your words. The tears in your eyes were threatening to spill and you felt sick. Sick to the stomach about the fact everyone had heard and were most likely going to realise that about you too if they hadn't already.

You had to leave. Bolt out of there before you became a weeping mess.

You turned on your heel and made a beeline for the closest abandoned corridor you knew by heart. You couldn't go to your dorm because Harry would find you there and you wanted to be alone for the time being.

You ignored your brother's calls to come back aswell as Hermione's and a few other fellow Gryffindors you had befriended over the years.

Tear after tear came rolling down your flushed cheeks. Each one representing a time you had bottled up those feelings and refused to give into the 'let it all go' mechanism.

The past 2-3 years had been a blur of pain and heartbreak. Ron and Hermione's betrayal had hit you worse than you thought, combined with Harry's absence and the pitiful treatment your friends had been giving you.

"Potter, wait!"

You whirled round so fast at the all so familiar voice. Out of all people, you hadn't expected him to be the one to follow you.

"Leave me alone, Malfoy. Please— Just .... just please leave me alone" Your plead came out in splutters, unable to fully form a sentence with the state your mind was in.

You swivel back round and begin to continue further down the hallway but you don't get far as Malfoy calls after you again.

"Potter, stop."

"WHAT? WHAT IS IT? YOU WANT TO HUMILIATE ME EVEN MORE? IS THAT IT? WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT, MALFOY?" You turn, snapping at him.

Through the swelling anger and haze of your tears, you couldn't make out his expression as he stared intently at your face.

"I— I just wanted to—" Malfoy pauses for a second, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he simply sighs, eyes travelling to your hand. "My wand. You have my wand." He points at your clenched fists that have both his and your wand in it's tight grip.

At that, you feel immensely stupid for lashing out at him. Huffing, you shove it in his hands and collapse against the vacant corridor's wall out of frustration.

You bury your head in your hands and replay the scene that had just occurred. It was humiliating. Utterly humiliating ... but it was the truth.

"Potter."

You started slightly at the sound of Malfoy's voice. You had expected him to go running back to his goons to ridicule your breakdown yet here he was.

"Wh-What are y-you still doing here?" You managed to reply in between hiccups as you kept your eyes wired shut to cease the ever flowing stream of tears. "Would h-have thought you'd ran off and celebrated this v-victory of yours with the other Slytherins."

"Potter, I—"

"No, you know what, I don't even care anymore." You get to your feet and push yourself off the wall. This would only satisfy Malfoy even further; watching every piece of the facade you managed to maintain, crack and fracture. He didn't deserve to see you like this.

As you swivel round, about to make a run to your dorm, you're pulled back by a harsh grip on your wrist. Cold rings digging into your skin as he spins you back round.

"Well, I do." Malfoy says in almost a whisper.

You shoot him a bemused look at his vague and random words.

He takes in your confused expression and further elaborates. "...Care. I mean." He says, flatly whilst looking around you as if he were avoiding your eyes.

You can't help the scoff that passes through your mouth as you yank your wrist free of his grasp. "You? Care? Yeah, right."

You go to turn again but he stops you once more. "Look, Potter—"

"Malfoy—"

"If you would just—"

"No—"

"Listen to me—"

"Why would—"

In a fleet of a moment, Malfoy shoves you against the wall. His large hand wrapped around the back of your head to mitigate the impact. And the other squeezing your hip to hold you in place.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, STOP INTERRUPTING ME. IS IT SO HARD TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND FUCKING LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY?"

You open your mouth to protest but you're quickly cut off by his hand leaving your head as it drives into the stone wall right next to your face.

"STOP IT. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT LISTEN MEANS, POTTER?"

You jump at the abrupt act of violence combined with the volume and harshness of his words.

"LISTEN."

His fist rams into the wall again.

"TO."

And again.

"ME."

And again.

Your eyes screw shut as you let out a small whimper from the proximity of his punches between the wall and your face. Tears escaping and falling rapidly from the fear he had elicited out of you combined with the occurrence that had put you in this mess in the first place.

Malfoy is pulled out of his momentary ballistic rage at the sound of your small and helpless sounding whimper. He had yet again let his temper get the better of him. Culpability overcame him as he took in your cowering state and he instantly regretted spinning out of control.

"Potter." His voice, eyes and grip had softened drastically, completely contrasting his aura just seconds ago.

"Y-You're scaring me." You murmur.

Malfoy instantaneously takes a step back, releasing you from his hold.

Your eyes fly open and immediately register the immense shame etched on his face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't—" He pauses momentarily, sighing to himself before continuing. "I didn't mean to scare you. Or hurt you. I didn't mean the things I said earlier."

It was an understatement to say you were taken aback by Malfoy apologising. You didn't think he even knew how to.

"You're sorry?" You reply, dubiously.

"Yes. I am."

You squint your eyes at him in suspicion, "No, you're not. Why would you be sorry? You don't even care—"

"Fuck's sake, not again." He cuts you off, shaking his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose out of irritation.

You don't understand. What's his angle? Surely, he doesn't really care. Right?

"What? You don't. Or else you wouldn't have—" You attempt to explain your point of view but he interrupts you once more.

"FUCKING HELL, POTTER. I AM SORRY, OKAY? IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU TO BELIEVE THAT I'M APOLOGISING FOR HURTING YOUR FEELINGS?"

A moment of silence passes between the two of you as you stare at each other.

"Yes." You breathe. "I-I just don't understand why you would—"

Before you could even process what was happening, Malfoy has you pinned to the wall anew but this time with his lips pressed against yours.

You undergo a mixture of all sorts of emotions in the time span of a second. Shock, confusion, disbelief and most of all a tiny spark of exuberance.

He gives you little time to melt into the kiss before he's pulling away already and holding your face in his hands.

You've never been this close to Malfoy before, so needless to say you wouldn't have believed anyone if they said Malfoy actually had the most entrancing eyes. Like a storm brewing behind grey clouds, you thought.

"Does that answer your question?" He asks, a smirk creeping up his face.

You can't help the little smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you attempt to mirror his smirk. "Partly, yes."

Without a second thought, you smash your lips against his, hands travelling to his hair as you lightly tug on the ends.

He slightly moans at this and mumbles in between kisses, "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this."

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

You both suddenly pull away from each other as you meet Harry's eyes from the end of the hallway.

Shit.

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