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ILL BE CRANKIN CHAPTER 2 OUT WITHIN THE NEXT 2O MINUTESSSSS AND OOH ITS A DOOZY (not adding any smut till chapter 3 tho)

to piss off a potter

P.J.C Chapter 2

NOT PROOF READ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor reader (year six!) Genre: Fluff with slight angst NOTE THAT BARELY HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT: sirius is Harry's godfather, Remus is Y/n's godfather. Draco Lucius cutsie patootsie Malfoy: green y/n Lillian Potter: orange others: blue Warnings:swearing, underage drinking, use of y/n,Pet-names (love, dear), slight talk about sex but nothing actually happens. draco was forced to get the dark mark. Summery:The yule ball is made a lot more special when Draco and y/n decide to go togather to piss off her brother, Harry. Word count: 2.4K

Y/n was walking through the Halls when it happened. She'd just left from divination in which Trelawney had warned her that she'd receive an unexpected invitation. 'nice try,' she thought. ' unfortunately for you, Harry warned me about your antics'. She was turning the corner right behind Ron and Hermione when something invisible seemed to block her in her tracks. Her hand was on what felt like someone's cloaked chest and she let out a little laugh of relief

"Harry, Godric's name are you doing? I thought dad's cloak got confiscated by Mcgonagall?" a shiver went up her spine when she heard not Harry, but Draco Malfoy whisper back,

"Not Harry, although it is his cloak, found it in Mcgonagall's office."

"Draco, what the-" but before she could reprimand him, she felt herself being led into the nearest empty classroom. Draco had started to be something of a friend of hers, they were united by the love of pissing Harry off. They made a point to partner in class at least once every two weeks, and taunt Harry by any means possible. It had been great so far, although its effect was slightly lessened now that it was less unexpected from them. He threw the Cloak off and started pacing the room.

"Draco. First; how did you get in Mcgonagall's Office, second; what possessed you to take that cloak, and third; whats up?" she sat down expectantly on one of the tables, swinging her legs, waiting for an explanation.

"you're cute when you're flustered" he mumbled, before beginning.

"I was in Mcgonagall's Office for... exploratory reasons. I found the cloak in a drawer and I didn't intend to take it, (I can afford my own thank you very much) but Mcgonagall and Snape came in so I had to slip it on as fast as I could." a mischievous light twinkled in his eyes. "and I think you'll find that it was a good thing I was there."

"Oh, let me guess, you overheard that Snape and Mcgonagall are having a secret love affair, and they'll be riding off into the sunset on a hippogriff as soon as the Christmas holidays start." she put her hand to her head in a mock swoon.

"almost as good, they're re-doing the yule ball, without all those fucking blokes from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons (thank god.)" she let that sink in. the yule ball had been in her fourth year and was still a fond memory of hers. She'd gone as Harry's date since they both weren't keen on asking anyone out. It had been great, other than the memory of how she'd had her first sip of an alcoholic beverage that day, and unfortunately picked up the hobby of sneaking drinks whenever the opportunity presented itself. She remembered with a shudder, all the times she'd almost been caught in the act.

"Awesome! I guess I'll be going with Harry agai-"

"Actually I was wondering if you'd go with me?" his gray eyes met hers, looking thoroughly amused at the look of utter shock on her face.

"no pressure of co-"

"don't make it weird, and you've got a deal" a look of satisfaction crept over his face as he smirked.

"It'll help too, you know. Get a big reaction off of your brother... and perhaps spending a night dating you wouldn't be too bad..." he smirked, before tossing her the cloak and slinking out of the room. 'Fuck, Trelawney isn't as full of shit as I thought'

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸

That night everyone Was eating dinner, unsuspecting of what was to come. Everyone was whispering feverishly about what they'd do over holidays, if they were staying or not, and who they'd be trying to get catch under the bewitched mistletoe that wouldn't let you get out from under it until you'd kissed whoever you were with. finally, Dumbledore rose from his seat, immediately shutting everyone up. he announced the re-run of the yule ball, and was answered with many cheers, especially from all the students who hadn't been able to be at the one that took place before. almost immediately people started asking each other out. She caught Malfoy's eye from across the hall as a few overly-confident Gryffindors tried their luck with her. Malfoy strode across the hall casually, catching glances from all of his admirers. he reached her finally, and caught her hand in his for dramatic effect.

"Mrs. Potter, will you do me the great honer of accompanying me to the yule ball?" he asked theatrically.

"Why of course Mr. Malfoy, I'd be delighted!" she responded with just as much flair. that was enough to scare away the hoard of guys that had been trying to ask her out, and since he'd asked her so loudly, the whole hall seemed to have heard and was looking curiously over. with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Malfoy made direct eye contact with Harry, (who had been sitting next to her and had only left to ask Seamus who he'd try asking out) and kissed her hand, before setting off over to the Slytherin table, followed by the awe-struck eyes of everyone in the hall.

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸

"What the fuck was Malfoy thinking?" Harry roared as soon as you'd been able to talk together in the common room. you sat on the couch next to a Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. "I bet he only did it because he knows I'd like to take you and avoid talking to girls!" he blurted angrily "and why's you not slap your hand out of his and hex him on the spot?"

"Harry I think she wasn't really given much time to think before answering" Hermione sensibly defended. "and anyways even if she did want to go with him, its none of your business"

"and for your information, Harry, I wouldn't have let you take me. its high time you take Ginny." she said severely. Harry and Ginny both turned red, before she continued. "you've both liked each other for so long and YOU'RE THE ONLY ONES WHO DON'T SEE IT! I'm fucking tired of you both being so oblivious."

and with that, there was a new Gryffindor power couple that everyone had expected. Money was constantly passing hands from the people who had been placing bets on them since first year.

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸

the next week was a Hogsmead visit in which all of the girls flooded into "Waneta's Wizardly Wardrobe" in which dresses (rumored to be laced with strong love potions) were bought by every single one. A note from Draco had somehow gotten into y/n's pocket that day,

Y/N . please get a green dress, (I'll pay for it, just give me the receipt next time you see me.) After all, you are going with the Slytherin prince himself;) yours unabashedly, Draco L. Malfoy.

she quickly found one that worked perfectly. silky fabric, a green that not only perfectly matched the color of slythrin, but also looked amazing on her, it fit her perfectly, and it had a slit, not too high, but just high enough that it'd have given her godfather Remus Lupin a heart attack. Ginny got a cute yellow sundress and Hermione got a deep blue floral dress. soon they were back at Hogwarts, giggling in their shared dorm about all the things they could do the following night that would've gotten them expelled tonight. After Y/n fell asleep, Ginny and Hermione spent a good hour trying to figure out what was going on with her and Draco.

"maybe he's hexed her, used the Imperius curse? after all, his Fathers a Death-eater."

"I hope for Y/N's sake that he hasn't taken a page from Lucius's book."

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

before anyone was quite ready, the night had arrived. Y/n hadn't seen Draco all day, though she'd been told that he usually spent the whole day of any event primping and getting ready. All of the Gryffindor girls had flooded to the Hallways at 6, although the ball didn't begin until 8. Y/n stood awkwardly next to all of the couples and with some horror, realized that she was the only Gryffindor who had a date outside of their own house. Suddenly she felt a hand on her wrist.

"You look... stunning. Salazar, that dress makes you look like a true Slytherin" Draco smirked at the eye roll she shot back at him. he grinned down at her, clearly he'd been getting ready for a while. his blonde hair was set perfectly, probably used some bewitched hairspray to keep it in place, his suit was a dark shade of green that went perfectly with her dress. They stood for twenty minutes, talking about this and that, what they'd be up to this summer, (although it was hard to keep it from being awkward, the tension between them growing,) when a clock in the hall struck eight and the doors to the Hall were flung open. Draco offered his arm to her, and they went in.

it would've been fine with her that Draco was everywhere but by her side, talking to every girl he could manage, but as she found the alcohol, she slowly started to get tipsy, and with every drink she got more upset. Finally he made his way back over to her (after dancing with Hannah Abbot for an hour) and offered her his hand.

"well Potter, I'd guess we'd better dance." something in his voice was so much colder than what she'd gotten used to, that she just stayed where she had sat, and looked at him with disgust.

''"oh well clearly you have enough followers to dance with, Malfoy." she started slowly, her words were unfortunately just slurred enough that he caught on to the fact that she'd been drinking

"are you ok?" he quickly asked, his tone changing instantly, sitting down next to her. "You might want to drink some tea or something,, I can try to find so-"

"shut up Malfoy I fucking hate it when you pretend to care" she muttered, impressively downing another goblet of fire whiskey.

"stop drinking that" he said softly, pulling the goblet out of her reach.

"Fuck off Malfoy you've done nothing for me tonight besides help piss off Harry and be a man-whore."

"shhh, love, your attracting attention" he whispered, standing her up. "you really need to get some rest. You should see yourself right now." the last part came out demeaning, but he had really meant, wow this bitch had a way of looking so hot while being completely toasted.

"come on, you dont want people seeing you like this" he said, lifting her arm over his shoulder and half-dragging her out of the hall

"now listen here mister I wanna go back to the balllll" she sputtered, wrenching herself from his grip as he started up the stairs. he responded by grabbing her wrist again, pulling her towards him and hefting her into his arms like an over-sized baby.

''shh love, you're getting too worked up for your own good, just calm down" he whispered, feathering a light kiss on her forehead. as he descended the dungeon stairs, and faced the snake painting, she squirmed in his arms

"Malfooyyyy I dont wannew hafta deal with 'arry's ridicule if I spend the night 'ere" she muttered incoherently.

"dont worry love, you just need a good sleep's all." he whispered before muttering the password, to which the painting swung open.

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢

as he dropped her onto his bed and started to turn and get something from across the room, she grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him down, his arms on each of her sides propping him up. his gray eyes bored into hers, their lips so close that they could feel each others breath. he started to say something but was cut off by her hand on the back of his head, forcing his lips down onto hers. She rolled over, so that she was on top, kissing him hungrily. Finally, they pulled away, Dracos perfect hair tussled, the top few buttons of his shirt having been unbuttoned, his tie almost falling off.

"Come on Draco, what are you afraid of?" she whispered, looking up into his eyes. He bit his lip in thought, before slowly answering.

"Potter, Love, I have a rule that I don't fuck a girl unless she soberly, verbally, consents, and dear, I'm sorry but you don't fill the exact criteria for sobriety." She groaned disgruntledly in response, pushing herself off of him.

"Shhh love, I promise I'll make it up to you one of these days" he said, pushing himself up and walking across the room to a wardrobe, from which he got a Tee shirt and a pair of shorts which he threw to her. "now, you dont want to sleep in that dress, do you?"

the shuffled into the adjacent bathroom, leaving Malfoy to sit in waiting. wondering how he'd ever gotten lucky enough to get such a Goddess to go with him to the ball.

after she left the bathroom and sat on the bad, Draco left to change and now it was her turn to think about him. To be be honest, she was still kind of in shock from the kiss that they had shared earlier. On one hand she was ecstatic that they'd gotten so much closer since the last time she'd been in this room, pranking him via polyjuice potion.

she started to shiver and silently regretted that she hadn't taken her wand with her tonight to set a fire. she squirmed under the heavy warm sheets of Malfoy's bed. Despite her best attempts, she dozed off by the time that Draco had emerged from the bathroom. he cuddled in next to her, and she subconsciously hugged onto him, sloth style.

"goodnight to you, too, Potter. I think we did an amazing job at pissing off your brother tonight. Now you just rest now." he rested his head onto hers, pecking her on the forehead, hugging her softly. Her eyes flit open slowly, as a piece of fabric on his bare arm rubbed against her

"Draco, whats that bandage on your left arm?" she asked curiously.

"oh, nothing dear," he said quickly, maybe a note of undistinguishable panic in his voice "now just go to sleep now." she fell asleep in his arms as he subconsciously ran his hand over the sore bandaged arm. if only he'd been stronger and hadn't let them force him to get it, but he was finally able to let his mind rest, yes, he could rest, with the girl he'd somehow falled in love with curled up in his arms.

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Huh?

Draco : Can this day get anymore embarrassing ? Y/n : Chill out you only got turned to a ferret , it was cute to be honest . Draco : Shut up! *playfully nudges* Y/n: *snickers* Professor snape: What could possibly be so important that you'd two would skip my class for. Y/n : I was just checking to see if Draco was okay after being turned to a ferret and all. Y/n: It was quite embarrassing . *gives Draco a teasing side eye* Professor snape : Well i suppose , the two of you would find it more embarrassing to have a months detention . Y/n : or maybe you'd find it more embarrassing that i've witness you trip over your own cape and buss your ass Draco : *utterly flabbergasted , on the verge of tears* Professor snape : Huh ? Y/n : Huh?

Lessons.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | (kinda) sub!draco

summary : draco was being the usual git and annoying you so you have to teach him a lesson.

a/n : reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 💞

you were sitting in the common room with your favorite book on your hand, reading it peacefully. there was the good part and you were so focused on it that you didnt even noticed someone was sitting beside you.

you were about to flipped to another page, your eyes are practically glued to it until you saw your book flew away from your hand.

“draco lucius malfoy! give it back this instant!” you screamed as you see who was snitching your book, it was none other than your own best friend, draco malfoy.

“get it yourself shortie” draco stuck out his tongue at her, lifting the book on his hand higher.

“can you stop be an annoying arse for once and let me enjoy my peaceful moment alone!” you tried to grab your book but you just can’t, as he was much taller than you.

“you were so caught up in it! you already read this ugly book for thousand times already!”

“i didnt ask for your opinion, now give. it. back. to. me.” you throw your fist onto his chest but it was no use at all.

you were so lost of an idea to get your book back, but you arent the type to give up that easily. you smirk at him making his face filled with confusion.

“wha-”

“i said give it back!” you pushed him by his chest making him landed on the couch and you quickly stand in between his legs.

“y-y/n-”

“why are you always being a pain in the ass, draco?” you traced your fingers around his jawline making him gulped nervously.

you straddle him and sat on his lap, your book was still in his hand but you decided to mess with him a little.

you played with his collar before running your fingertips on his neck and down to his chest making him start to breathing heavily.

“why so quiet now draco?” you let your thumb brushing his bottom lip making his lips twitched. his eyes still holding a strong eye contact with yours. a whimper left his lips as he feels you were undressing him by your eyes.

your smirk gets wider as you feel something slowly getting hard underneath you. your book was no longer in his hand, he placed it beside him instead, so you took it as your chance.

“got it” you chuckle taking your book on your hand but before you could get off of his lap he’s already gripping tightly on your hips not letting you go.

“dont leave me like this please.” his pupils becoming darker pleading at you. and soon enough, the book was long forgotten.

you placed your lips on his creamy neck, pressing soft kisses while you began to move your hips, grinding on him making him groaned.

“y/n please..”

you grind faster on him, rolling your hips harder and bouncing up and down humping on him so desperately. his name left your lips as his boner hit your clit through your panties over and over again.

“fuck you’re so hot draco” without a second thought you connecting your lips with your best friend’s, swallowing every moans that come out of his mouth once you shoved your tongue and exploring him.

his grip on your hips was so tight that you sure it will gonna leave some bruises on it but at this moment you couldnt care less.

draco’s hands let go of your hips and moving up roaming your body making you sped up your moves, he’s meeting your moves by rolling his hips too making both of your moans get louder.

“draco..” you detached your lips from him and his head instantly dropped to your shoulder pressing your body closer to him by your waist.

you pulled on his hair, your eyes rolled back in pleasure as the knot in your stomach tightened ready to be snap in any seconds.

you came with a loud scream of his name making him moaned too. you didnt stop it there, continuing to rolled your hips harder on him and humping faster on him.

you grabbed him by his hair to make him looking at you as you pressed your forehead on his, your lips brushing his lips as you whispered into it.

“i can feel your cock twitching, draco.”

“f-fuck y/n stop before i-

,o-oh s-shit! oh my god-“ he cried out letting a throaty moan escaped his mouth as he bucked his hips to you can’t holding his orgasm anymore.

he lazily bucking his hips to you as he let go of the euphoria. his face redden as he realized what he just did and see the look on your face

“aw did you just cum in your pants?” you pouted at him, feeling his pants dampening underneath the fabric of your panties.

“y/n i-”

“ssh.. that should teach you your lesson”

you unzipped his pants pulling it down enough for his cock to sprang free, he was still hard as it was still standing tall, his white liquids were covering his inner thighs messing himself.

“y/n what if someone walks in?” draco asked nervously looking around the common room searching for a single soul.

“you dont seem to think about it earlier” you collected some of his cum on his thigh with your fingers and brought it into your mouth, moaning as you taste him.

draco was watching you intently, whimpering at the sight in front of him. his cock twitching on your inner thigh as you let it rest there.

“take me y/n please..” he squirmed desperately, the sight of him whining only turn you on more.

“begging for your best friend to fuck you now, hm?” you gripped his cock tightly brushing his sensitive tip with your thumb startling him and his body jolt out as the reaction.

“yes please..”

you lift yourself up pushing your panties aside then you sunk down on his cock right away, him bottoming fully inside you stretching you out in one snap.

“fuck- yes..!” draco throw his head back leaning on the couch finally feeling the tightness and the warmth of your cunt.

you gripped on his shoulders for support, quickly picking up your pace and bouncing up and down on his cock making squelching sounds loud enough for everyone to hear, draco is already a moaning mess.

“so t-tight y/n..” he pulls you in for a kiss, his hands squeezing your ass and slapping them making you moan into the kiss.

draco broke the kiss and began to paint his mark on your neck. one of his hand pushing your skirt up to exposed more of you and he has to hold his high as soon as he saw the way his cock going in and out of you.

“merlin draco.. fucking you feel so right,”

he groaned at your words, his hips slowly meeting your moves and thrusting upwards into you. he has to covered your mouth with his hand as you screamed his name out loud.

“yes y/n we should -oh.. do this more often..” he said through his teeth, the thoughts of having you like this again sending butterflies in him.

-moans and slapping skin sounds were filling the common room, the both of you were so lost in pleasure that you dont even heard someone is coming.

“draco?! y/n?!!” a loud gasp was heard from behind draco making him quickly pushing down your skirt back to cover your ass.

“blaise?! get out!” draco yelled not even stopping his thrusts, both of you were so close until this cockblocker interrupted you.

“wtf guys!? aren't you two best friends?!” blaise half yelled his hand is covering his eyes.

“blaise i swear shut your mouth and get the fuck out” you snapped at blaise, not giving a single fuck as you follow draco’s move and continuing to rolled your hips.

“ugh fine! this is disgusting anyways!”

after that, blaise left running back to his dorm. that boy will probably gonna be traumatized for the rest of his life but none of you would care at that.

“fuck- i’m so close y/n!” as he said that, you clenched your walls around him milking his cock making him spilled all of his cum into you instantly.

your walls are pulsating hard around him as he giving you his cum non stop, your body shook as you let yourself came by the feeling of him filling you up to the fullest.

you collapsed on his body as he buried his face on your neck, hugging your body tighter to him. sweats are running on both you and draco’s foreheads.

“here, have your book back” draco grins at you holding your book at you while he’s still inside you.

“this is the only way to shut you up.” you laughed making his face heated.

“fair enough”

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don't blame me — theo nott x fem!reader

-> theo is the lead singer of the band cursed legacy and also the one who you hate most in the world. easy enough right? things only get complicated when theo puts out a rude song about you, the band starts to rise to fame and one single accident might ruin everything they worked for so hard. eventually theo is forced to ask for your help, but you wouldn’t be you if you would say yes without a very important rule: theo can’t play his most famous song: the one he wrote about you.

wordcount: 8 parts (32k)

no body no crime — theo nott x fem!potter!reader

-> hogwarts murder mystery (coming soon !)

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The Arrangement (Draco x reader)

Warnings: smut, abuse, yelling, arguing, mentions of suicide and death

You paced, the light of the fireplace shining off your side as you did. “Would you stop pacing!? That noise is driving me insane!” Draco snapped. You glared at him as he sat on the ladder, reading a book with a calm demeanor. You shook your head. “This is easy for you. This isn’t as life altering for you as it is for me.” You snapped. “And just how is this ‘life altering’?” Draco asked. “I will be forced to give up my aspirations and dreams to be your wife if your father agrees to this.” You snapped. Draco rolled his eyes and you continued pacing. The wonderful plusses to an arranged marriage. Draco would never ask you to give up your future, even if he was to be your husband. Of course you didn’t know that, you barely knew the boy aside from his wonderful comments directed towards you at school. Of course he knew more about you than you were aware of. Your father was in that group of asshole purebloods. And if this evening worked in his favor you’d be involved with Draco Malfoy.

The door opened and Lucius looked at you and then Draco. “Draco. Do you accept Y/n’s hand” say no. Please say no– “I do.” He said. Your father’s smile unsettled you and you shook your head. “I don’t see how this is fair! Why should I have to–” “Silence!” You father snapped. Draco noticed your retreat into yourself and the satisfied look on his face made Draco very aware of his presence. “She will live here with us and take up what we see fit… Is this to your satisfaction?” Lucius asked. “Indeed. Best of luck. She’s the most hardheaded of my daughters.” Your father said. You gave him a glare as Draco walked with Lucius to see them out, leaving you and Narcissa alone. You sat in a seat in front of the library fireplace, seething in your own anger. “I know how this felt… I used to be like you.” She said. “Your marriage was arranged too?” You asked. “mm hmm. Yes and I was quite angry when Lucius agreed. He said it was all about decorum but I don’t think he wanted to upset his father… Truth be told I think that’s why Draco said yes as well.” Narcissa said softly. You turned your attention to the crackles in the fire. “I’m hoping you’ll give Draco a chance… I know he’s a stubborn boy. Fine, but stubborn… Don’t write him off just yet.” Narcissa told you. You nodded.

Cut to two weeks later and you two were usually busy. But the times you did spend together was usually festered with bickering. Yelling was not uncommon either. With the amount of eye rolling present, it was a damn wonder your eyes didn’t get stuck in either of your heads.

You sat at the table in the library reading a letter addressed to you. You were reading the same line again and again “your brother Charles is dead” you slammed the letter down and scared the crap out of Draco as you did. “Jesus woman! What in the blazes– Y/n?” He noticed the shock on your face followed by anger and sadness and he walked over to the letter, reading it as he did. He looked at you and then the letter before disappearing with it. “Great. So now he thinks I’m over dramatic” you muttered. Quite the contrary considering he went to his father and showed him the letter.

“They tell her this news in a letter!? A fucking letter!?” Draco asked. “Language Draco… Though this is… Troubling… How is she handling this?” Lucius asked. “She was shocked I think…” Draco sighed. “Don’t you think that her fiancée should comfort her?” Lucius asked. “She finds no comfort with me… She usually just insults me.” Draco admitted. Lucius rose a brow and got up, walking to the library. You leaned up and sighed. “I’m sorry for your loss Y/n… If you need anything at all we’re here.” Lucius said softly. You nodded. “I’d like to be alone if you don’t mind…” You said softly. Draco and Lucius left you to your thoughts. Still, Draco was seething. A letter? Your father tells you through a letter? You must’ve sat alone for hours in that room, staring at the fire in tears. The door opened again and Draco sat down, handing you the letter. You took it, looking at it and then tossing it into the fire. Draco rose a brow watching you. “A letter.” You scoffed. “He tells me he’s dead in a LETTER.” You said, throwing a book. Draco stood up watching you. “after everything I’ve withstood and am dealing with he gives me a fucking letter!?” You said to yourself. “That isn’t fair to you.” Draco said. You again, scoffed, sitting back down and staring at the fire. “There’s a lot he’s done that hasn’t been fair to me.” You murmured as you pulled your sleeves over your hands. Draco rose a brow but turned back to the fire. “Thank you.” You muttered. “For listening to me.” Draco looked over at you, noticing the numbed stare into the fire as you both watched the parchment burn in the fireplace.

You took weeks to grieve, spending most of that time in your room or the library. However after a while normality resumed and you and Draco were at each other’s throats once more. “You are the biggest pain in my arse you know that?!” You asked. “I’m the biggest pain– Have you met you!? Every five damn minutes it’s a new insult!” Draco sighed. “Well maybe if you weren’t so angry all the time it wouldn’t be so bad!” You said.  "I only do that because someone is hurdling insults at me.“ He said. You sighed. "This is hard okay? I’m not at home, my brother is dead and now I’m in some arranged marriage with a boy who tormented me in school, excuse me if I’m not exactly fond of this experience.” You grumbled. You sat in front of the fire, Draco sitting in the chair next to you. “This isn’t exactly easy for me either y'know.” Draco muttered. You stared at the fire as it popped. The door opened and you turned around to see Lucius and Narcissa. “Enjoying each other’s company?” Narcissa asked. “Hardly” both of you replied. Well at least the two of you could agree on that.

Draco sighed and you muttered something. “Hmm. Dinner is in thirty minutes. Try to be civil.” Lucius said. You nodded and sighed as they both left. “This is ridiculous, surely we can get along.” Draco said. You didn’t say anything. “Y/n we’re getting married, we need to at least try to be civil.” He said. You let out a sharp sigh. “I know you hate me–” “I don’t hate you Draco.” You muttered. “….You don’t?” He asked. “No. Strongly dislike? Yes. Hate, no.” You said. “we need to find some common ground.” Draco said. “Fine.” You sighed. “We don’t hate each other.” You said. “Alright. Fine.” He nodded. “Is our marriage saved yet?” You asked sarcastically. “Are you always this optimistic or is that just the new engagement?” He asked. “Getting Seven rejected suitors does that to you! Especially when I don’t want to be here in the first place” You snapped. “Seven– SEVEN!? Good God woman what made that happen!?” He asked. You walked out into the hall. “Does pure spite count for something?” You asked. “Wha– No it doesn’t!” Draco said making Lucius and Narcissa look at each other as they heard you two bicker. “Then I have no clue, must be something in the water. I’m perfectly lovely” You concluded. “Perfectly lovely my arse, you’ve been insufferable since you’ve been here!” He sighed. “Well if spite counted we would have an answer” you said making Lucius bite back a laugh. “Sometimes I think you’re lucky I agreed to this because you’d be a bitter spinster if I said no!” Draco griped making Narcissa grip Lucius’ hand to stop from laughing. “Oh is this your idea of sweet talk!? If so, oh take me now! I think I’m falling for you due to your pretentious ass!” You said making Lucius almost snort. “Great! Include that in the vows then, along with the fact that this will be the longest marriage of a lifetime!” Draco concluded. “Insufferable twit!” You snapped. “Bitter spinster!” He shot back before you opened the dining room’s doors to see Draco’s parents, remaining composed as they looked at you. “Is everything alright?” Narcissa asked. “Ahem… Yes.” You said, Draco leaning on the door to seem more natural. “What’s for dinner?” He asked. Lucius looked over to Narcissa “Oh lovely bitter spinster, what is for dinner?” Lucius teased making you and Draco flush with embarrassment. The evening for the most part was silent until the end of dinner. “Did you ever take up any hobbies at home Y/n?” Lucius asked, perhaps to help you and Draco find common ground. “Well… I took up fencing for a while.” You said and Draco stifled a snort. You glared at him. “What’s so funny over there?” You asked. “Nothing, but you’d think for such a graceful sport you’d remain a bit more proper.” he said. “Why you little–” “Ahem.” Narcissa cleared her throat, eyeing the two of you. “Was there any more.. Creative outlets available to you?” Lucius asked. “My sisters and I were required to take up chorus and an instrument.” You murmured. “What was yours?” Draco asked, beating his father to the question. “Violin and piano.” you answered. “Were you any good at chorus?” Narcissa asked. “Not exactly.” You said. Draco gave an amused smile but halted when he noticed the distant and pained expression. “It’s why I picked up two instruments.” You said. “I see…” Lucius said, making the same observations as Draco. You cleared your throat, seemingly coming out of the fog that you were in. “Why the questions, if you don’t mind me asking?” You asked. “Your room will be ready by tomorrow and we’re making sure we have the accommodations for you.” Narcissa said. “But… I already have a room?” You said confused. “A room for you and Draco.” Lucius said making you both look up, full focus. “I’m sorry, what!?” Draco asked. “You two are to be married, it is customary–” “Father.” “For the husband and wife to share their rooms. In fact both of you are sleeping together tonight.” Lucius said. Both of you shot murderous glares to each other. “you two are excused.” Lucius finally said.

You and Draco went to the library. “Oh tell me you have somewhere else to brood” You grumbled. “I do not brood and for your information, you’re in my house!” He said. “Well in that case, if you’re so fucking proud of the house, have fun sleeping on the floor!” You yelled. He huffed and so did you, the door opening and Narcissa stepping in. “Mother, tell me father is joking.” Draco begged. “I’m afraid he isn’t. And for good reason.” She said. “What does that mean?” You asked. “it means, dear, that you and Draco need to basically be locked in a room together until you act at least somewhat civil.” Narcissa said. “I would assume by the arguing you would want to separate us.” you uttered. You looked up. “Sorry.” you said. “But making us share a room? Come on mother, locking us in here would’ve been easier!” Draco said. “Here has distractions. In a room elsewhere forces you to talk.” Narcissa said. “Mother–” “Draco, no arguing.” She said leaving. “This has got to be the worst day.” You sighed, slumping down to the floor. “You’re being dramatic.” He sighed. He reached for the door handle. “Are you coming?” He asked. “I hate that we have no other options.” You uttered, getting up and following. You walked into the room which was dark and bland, yet still sleek and elegant. “No offense but uhm… Do you guys all have the same obsession with the color black?” You asked, referring to the black floor and wall trims. “Ask my father, personally I’m more of a fan of blue.” He shrugged. That explained the greyish blue wallpaper in the room. Draco slipped off his shirt and you jumped and looked away. “You do realize we’re bound to see–” “Do not remind me!” You groaned. He chuckled, changing his clothes as you changed into yours. “You act like–” He turned to see your back, riddled with scars. Some faded, barely noticeable, others more present and difficult to ignore. “I can feel you staring Draco.” you said, sliding on your shirt. Draco turned away. “It’s the scars right? That made you stare?” you asked. “Where did those… How are they there?” He asked. Silence fell upon the room, not even the sound of fabric against skin was active. He turned around to see you standing still. You seemed spaced out at the question. “Y/n?” He asked. You cleared your throat, changing. “My father.” You finally answered. He frowned. “Can we not talk about this please? This is not something–” “Alright” Draco said, a concerned observing expression on his face. You swore for a moment it almost appeared that he cared.

You laid down, facing towards the window away from Draco, while his back was turned to you. Both of you slept for the most part through the night, but something was off. He felt you shift multiple times, leaving him awake. He almost woke you up for a snarky comment but you shot forward, gasping for air as you did. He leaned forward, putting a hand on your back. “Y/n? What’s wrong– hey look at me” he said. You gripped your head and shook. “I-I can’t even get his voice– I can’t get it to stop–” you whimpered. He frowned, understanding the “he” you were referring to. He pulled you closer to him. “I’m here Y/n…” He said softly. You leaned back against him, your chest constantly rising and falling. “Breathe Y/n.” He said softly. You listened, softening your breathing. He slowly let go and you whimpered. “Don’t let me go.” you whispered. He pulled you to him, resting your head on his chest.

The morning started with Narcissa opening the door expecting to see a murderous sight. Instead she was met with seeing Draco holding you close to him, his chest falling and rising with your head rested on him. “Lucius!” she whisper-shouted. Lucius walked over and rose a brow. “Curious.” he muttered. They left you alone though, not daring to interrupt the civility in the house. You woke up first, the sunlight hitting your face causing you to wince and lean up. The sudden movement made Draco wake up. What did he have his arm around? He blinked a few times, seeing you stretch. Oh. OH.

He looked at you surprised. “Draco, are you alright?” You asked, noticing his wild eyed stare. “I’m not dead?” He asked. You rolled your eyes and got up, him doing the same a few minutes later. You both dressed in silence, you unsure what to say. Usually you had some remark for anything, right now you were at a loss for words. Draco was right there when you needed him, he reacted the way you needed him to. “Thank you Draco… For last night.” You found your self saying as Draco adjusted his sleeves. He looked over, his hair of course looking very elegant as it usually did.  "I’m here any time you need me Y/n…“ He began. You struggled with a button in the back and he pushed aside your hair, fixing it for you. "I know we argue. But I don’t want you to feel like you’re ever alone or helpless.” He said softly. “I don’t think I could ever feel alone when I have a strange blonde man following me.” you teased. That made him smile… That wasn’t a jab, that was a joke. You turned around to face him and you snorted. “You went to Hogwarts, how many years? And you still cannot figure out how to tie a fucking tie?” You asked with a snort. He rolled his eyes and you took its sides and began tying it. He rose a brow, watching your small hands at work before you made a perfect tie. “Thank you…” He said. “You’re…” You looked in his eyes. “Your… eyes are silver?” You asked. He rose a brow. “You’ve never noticed?” He asked.“Usually when I’m focused on you I’m forming new insults and not focused actually on you.” You said with a small laugh. He chuckled. “And now?” He asked. “I’m… I don’t think I’m so angry with you anymore.” You admitted.

The week was strange to both of you. Any insults that were thrown were more of a joking matter, any time Draco actually spent time with you, you actually enjoyed it. Lucius nearly died when he was looking for Draco and found him reading next to you by resting his head in your lap. You were smiling. As in: “Head over heels now” smiling. Then came the family dinner. The protocol required that the family of the bride to be to have dinner with the groom’s family. You absolutely dreaded this more than anything. “I’ll be with you the whole time Y/n.” Draco assured. You shook your head. “It won’t stop him from getting inside my mind, trust me.” You muttered as you changed behind a partition. Draco sighed. “The tie? Again? Seriously Draco, seven years at Hogwarts and you never learned how to tie a tie?” You asked. He sighed again, getting antsy before your hands wandered to his tie. He looked at you and swallowed. “Y/n..” He paused. “I know I know: I need to stop mocking you for this tie thing, but seriously Draco that’s almost two thousand whole days to learn–” “You look beautiful.” He said softly. You blushed, avoiding his eyes because you knew if you saw them you’d basically be putty in his hands. “Thank you…” You mumbled. You almost pulled away your hand but he stopped you, holding it. Something about this was just… Reassuring. You cleared your throat, pulling away. “We should get downstairs… My father hates waiting.” You murmured.

You walked in, standing at your chair and waiting for Lucius to allow you to sit. The silent stares from your mother made you almost shake and Draco could see that. Lucius finally entered, noticing your facial expressions and giving Draco a “is she okay” look. Draco looked at your mother and then back at Lucius. Lucius nodded and took his place, allowing you to sit down. Dinner was stressful to say the least, the silence making you very uneasy. “Y/n, darling you’ve hardly touched your food, are you feeling alright?” Narcissa asked. “Yes ma'am.” You mumbled. Draco rose a brow and your father almost seemed… Happy. With you’re discomfort.

“Y/n has taken quite well to Draco. The two are practically inseparable now.” Narcissa said. Draco hid a small smile. “Has Y/n been keeping up with her lessons?” Your father asked. “….Yes. she’s quite exceptional with piano.” Lucius answered with a brow raised. “Lilian was exceptional with piano as well. Better actually.” He said. You frowned and Draco put a hand over yours, looking at you. “Y/n always had trouble prioritizing her duties.” Your mother said. “Maybe she had trouble because she was trying to ignore the obvious–” Lucius shook his head and Draco gripped your hand. You put a hand on his arm and shook your head. He swallowed but nodded. “Hmm.” Your father made a noise of acknowledgement. “in two weeks time is the engagement party. Is there any requests?” Lucius asked. Almost finished. Thank God. “Do not be afraid to discipline my daughter if she doesn’t do something to your liking.” Your father answered.

Sound seemed to drown out, him staring daggers into you. “She isn’t cattle!” Draco finally snapped. “Stop it.” You thought, your throat not working to form even a whisper. “You don’t know the kind of pain he’s capable of” “She is a human being who I happen to care about, do not ever expect me or my family to hurt her the same way you have.” Draco growled. Lucius paused. “What?” He asked. “Make the voice stop.” You thought, retreating into yourself. “She has scars father–” “This is absolutely ridiculous!” Your father halted and Lucius was now looking at your father from head to toe. Narcissa frowned and glared at him before noticing you. “Make it stop, please just get this to stop.” You thought to yourself as you shook. “Draco get Y/n out of here.” She said. He opened his mouth but stopped noticing the pure terror on your face. “Y/n?” Draco whispered. You were shaking and Draco pulled you up, walking you to the library. He closed the door and you shook. “Y/n–” “Please don’t hurt me” you whimpered. Draco sat you down and kneeled in front of you. “Y/n I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe.” He said softly. He cupped your cheek. “What did they do to you?” He asked making you break down into sobs.

He held you close, soothing you until you fell asleep and then carried you to bed. He sighed, running a hand over his face, closing the bedroom door as he stood outside of it. He walked to his father’s study to find Lucius looking out the window and drinking. “Father–” “Is it really true?” Lucius asked. “Did he beat her?” He asked. Draco sucked in a breath. “Yes. She has nightmares father, she’ll wake up crying.” Draco answered. Lucius sat down the glass Draco could only assume was filled with scotch and turned around. “We must tread carefully then. He can retract this engagement as long as it is within these coming weeks.” Lucius said. “Surely he wouldn’t.” Draco said. “He would if it meant someone finding out.” Lucius answered. “I halted him from doing that very action tonight. I understand your anger. I too am cross, but you must control this in his presence or else we’re sending that girl into a lion’s den.” Lucius said. “Yes father.” Draco said. After a long silence Draco reached for the door. “Son.” Lucius said. He looked over with a confused glance. “I’m proud of you for protecting her.” Lucius said. Draco gave a small smile, walking back to you.

You were still asleep, most likely exhausted. Draco changed, laying next to you. You instinctively moved into his arms, Draco holding you as you slept. “Thank you.” You murmured. He kissed your head. “Anything for you dear.”

The next morning Draco woke up before you. You leaned up, getting changed before walking out. You walked through the halls, looking through the windows and out to the garden. It was raining today. You felt a hand land on your shoulder. You turned to see Draco and you smiled. “Morning.” You mumbled. “Good morning.” He said. “Would you mind taking a walk with me?” He asked. You rose a brow but followed him. You walked through the manor, you confused. “Any particular reason you wanted to walk?” You asked. “I mainly wanted to enjoy your company.” He admitted. “O-oh…” You said with a small blush coming to your cheeks. “Uh…. I wanted to say thank you… Draco… For last night. You… It meant a lot.” You said. “It was nothing… I’m glad that you trust me though.” He said. “Draco… I know that I’m a bit… Flawed. But I want you to know that if you need anything that I’m here.” You said. He smiled, looking at you. His silver eyes seemed to pierce through you as he stared. “Draco–” “Y/n, good you’re awake. Would you mind stepping into my study?” Lucius asked.

You sighed. “Duty calls.” You muttered before stepping in. You closed the door and took a moment to get rid of the rosy cheeks induced by Draco. “Are you alright?” He asked. “Hmm? Yes what did you– Marie!?” You gaped. Your sister turned around. “Hello darling.” She said with a soothing smile. She rose and you hugged her. “My goodness, what brings you here?” You asked. “I wanted to see you before you got married! That and I want to also meet your husband to be!” She said. “Oh! Aha… Well–” “Where is the boy–” “I’ll get him!” You said. You stepped out. Oh God… She’s so perky she might kill Draco with smiles.

Draco rose a brow, leaning off the wall. “Were you just… Standing out here?” You asked. “Hmm. Yes I planned on spending most of my day with you.” He said. You smiled slightly. “Ahaha… Well my sister Marie wants to meet you.” You said. “She does?” Draco asked. “Yes… Though I’m afraid her happy demeanor might kill your whole brooding attitude that you maintain.” You chuckled. He gave you a small smirk. “I do not brood.” He said before walking in. “Yes. You do.” You said taking his hand with both of your hands. He smiled at the obvious excitement to see your sister. Marie stood up and curtsied to him. “Pleasure to meet you Draco.” She said. He took her hand and kissed it, before rising and taking his place next to you. “Oh he’s polite. A lot better than that boy Joanna almost married.” Marie said. You tried not to snort. “The boy from Noughtington?” You asked. “Indeed. That boy was a walking disaster.” Marie chuckled. “With the–” “Fondue fountain.” You both said before laughing. Draco smiled at your laughing and Marie noticed. He was smitten. Oh it was so obvious. “Draco, are you looking forward to marrying my sister?” She asked. Draco looked at you with a chuckle. “Well if the first week of marriage is like her first week here I think I can wait.” He teased. You resisted again to laugh. “…What was so bad about your first week?” Marie asked after noticing the amused look on Lucius face. “She absolutely tormented the boy.” Lucius chuckled. “Tormented? Oh no that’s an understatement– she followed me around just to insult me.” He said with a laugh. You chuckled and seemed to be looking at him with affection. “But.” He began looking at you and taking your hand. “I wouldn’t change a thing about her.” He said. Your cheeks again heated up, becoming slightly noticeable as you smiled. Marie smiled.

“I’m glad she has found someone to love her. Some of father’s arrangements…” Marie cleared her throat. “It doesn’t bode well.” She said. You nodded knowingly. “Elizabeth, may she rest in peace.” You both said in unison. Draco rose a brow. “You’ve lost a sister?” Lucius asked. “She was the eldest. I’m afraid father misjudged the family and…” Marie cleared her throat. “They drove her to suicide.” You said. “Promise me you two” Marie said to Lucius and Draco. “You will keep my father away from Y/n.” She said. “Well we–” “I swear to you if he lays a finger on her I will not hesitate to return that favor.” Draco said making you blush again. He was so serious and hellbent on keeping you safe. “We promise you she’s safe here.” Lucius said softly, taking notice of Draco’s determined look.

You noticed the rain had stopped as did Draco. “Would you mind allowing Y/n and I to go on a walk? Y/n loves the garden after it rains.” Draco asked. He noticed that? Christ, is there anything this boy didn’t know about you? “You’re excused, Marie how long are you staying?” Lucius asked. “Until the wedding.” She said. You all froze. “This is my favorite sister, I’m making sure this is the right place for her, surely you understand.” Marie said. Lucius nodded. “Very well.” Lucius said. “Enjoy your walk you two.” Marie said. You both walked out and Draco let out a long breath. “She’s… Perky?” He said. “Told she’d interrupting the brooding.” You said with a chuckle. “I, once again, do not brood!” He said. You laughed and he smiled. “You’ve been smiling a lot more lately though, I will give you that.” You said. “I’ve been enjoying my company.” He said to you. You smiled, tucking a loose strand behind your ear.

You observed the roses as Draco sat in the garden, him noticing your love for the roses. “Draco?” You asked. “Hmm?” He made a noise to acknowledge your call while sitting up straight. “How did you know I liked the garden after it rains?” You asked. Draco pondered. “I think it was more after observing you.” He asked. “You’ve observed me?” You asked. He chuckled. “I do. I do that more than I think you realize.” He said. You looked over, a slight amusement daring to play on your lips. “What did you notice?” You asked. “hmm.” He stood up looking at you. “You enjoy reading.” He said. “Well that’s obvious, our first conversation was in a library.” You laughed. “You pace when you’re upset, to which I do the same.” He said. “Continue.” You said with a smile. “You actually do carry yourself properly almost standing sometimes like you have a sword, especially when you argue.” He noticed. “Oh?” “I suspect that’s because to you, arguing is a battle of wits.” He teased. You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “If it doesn’t rain, around this time you’re outside here, reading. Usually a female writer like Bronte or Austen.” He said. How did he– “You always have your hair up in some sort of way, most likely to keep yourself from having to mess with it while you’re reading.” He stepped closer. “You have tea with my mother on Wednesday.” He took your hand, holding it. “Your hand still has the callouses from the violin.” Your heart was pounding. “The roses are your favorite, I think you love to feel the petals” he said, getting closer to you. You could feel his breath now. “You stare at me when you don’t think I’m watching and you make notes of my movement because you know it reflects how I truly feel.” He whispered. You both stood in silence, only the chirping of birds sounding off. Draco’s eyes were staring into yours, almost as if they were searching. His hand held your cheek and your heart pounded. “Draco…” You whispered. You had to say something didn’t you? Why on earth did you say this boy’s name? “I think I…” You swallowed. “I think–” “Y/nnnn! Narcissa wanted you!” Marie called. “I’m beginning to despise your sister.” He murmured, still very close to your face. “I should go.” You said softly. He nodded and stepped back, your face returning to the cool air of the midday. You walked past. “Y/n.” Draco said making you turn around.

It all happened so quickly. The pull of his hand, your lips on his, my God they were warm. “When you are finished, come to library.” He said softly. “As… As you wish…” You said shocked. You pulled away, eyes still wide as you walked. Marie rose a brow as you came into her view, your fingers lightly pressing your bottom lip with a shocked face. “Y/n are you ill? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Marie asked. “…What? Oh yes! Yes I’m fine!” You said quickly walking into the manor. Marie rose a brow but Draco soon came into view with a smile and shaking of the head. He almost seemed… Giddy?

Marie looked at you and then Draco and rose a brow. “Y/n did something happen between you and your fiancée?” She asked. “What!? What in the world would make you think that!? Haha, Marie you’re so ridiculous, where’s Narcissa!?” You asked. She squinted at your expression. “…The day room… For tea… It’s Wednesday dear.” Marie reminded. “I know you have tea with my mother on Wednesdays...” “Right… Right! I should go!” You said, walking quickly your face getting redder as you walked.

You walked into the day room, sitting down with a frantic look. “Y/n? Are you alright dear?” Narcissa asked. You closed the door and ran a hand over your face. “Your son has got my mind running all over the place!” You said. She gave an amused smile. “Has he now?” She asked. “He took a walk with me and started talking about how he looks at me when I’m not looking– has he lost his mind!?” You asked. “Well–” “And then he had the gall to kiss me!” You groaned. “…… He did what?” Narcissa asked, a wide smile showing. “At least try to hide the joy here, he’s literally driving me to the brink of insanity.” You said. “Sorry, yes. He kissed you?” Narcissa asked. “Yes! Marie came to fetch me and he just– Gah! Did you know he observes me!?” You groaned. “why do you think you’re going mad?” Narcissa asked. “That has to be what this feeling is right!? I’m descending into madness!?” You asked frantically as you paced. “Wait, what feeling?” Narcissa asked. “that feeling that just comes around when Draco is around!” You said. Narcissa could see this clearly. When you said Draco’s name, the sentence ended with you smiling. You paused, realizing the smile. “SEE!? HE’S GOT ME SMILING LIKE A GIT!” you whined. Narcissa laughed. “Y/n. You’re not mad.” Narcissa assured. “Then what the hell is ailing me? Oh God is it something else worse?” You asked. “You’re in love.”  Narcissa said. You laughed. “No. No that’s not… No!” You said. “Darling you can’t say Draco’s name without smiling.” Narcissa said. “Sure I can. Draco– Damn it!” You hissed after you smiled. Draco who was walking by heard his name. “Is it so out of the realm of possibility?” Narcissa asked. “I mean… No…” You mumbled. “Tell me, what have you observed from Draco.” Narcissa said. You sat down. “he’s a twat.” You mumbled making him shake his head with a smile. “He’s intelligent though… My god he keeps his wits about himself.” You muttered. “And?” Narcissa asked. “And he always is there when I need him….” You mumbled. “And he’s right there every morning… Holding me.” You said smiling to yourself. Draco smiled to himself. “And he…” You shook your head with a small laugh. “He reminds me of Mr. Darcy.” You said. “how so?” She asked. “He has the same retorts… And he doesn’t hold any punches when he talks to me.” You said. “And that pleases you?” Narcissa asked. “It means he knows I can handle myself…” You said. You looked over at Narcissa, that warm feeling returning. “I’m in love aren’t I?” You asked. “Head over heels.” Narcissa said. Draco smiled, walking past.

“what’s got you so giddy mister Draco?” Marie asked. He cleared his throat. “It’s just a very… Very good day don’t you think?” He asked. She rose a brow. “I suppose?” She said as he entered the library. “What on earth have I walked into?” She muttered to herself. She walked into the day room. “Uhm. Mrs. Malfoy?” Marie asked making you look up. “Hmm?” She asked. “Something strange is happening.” Marie said. “Oh?” Narcissa asked. “…Yes Draco was smiling like a madman earlier he almost seemed… Giddy? And poor Y/n walked out of the garden looking like she’s seen a ghost.” Marie said confused. “Wait, when did you see Draco?” You asked. “Just now, he was walking past–” “Oh no.” You said, cheeks heating up. “What’s wrong?” Marie asked. “It appears that we need THICKER DOORS.” You groaned making Narcissa chuckle. You got up and sighed. “Where are you off to?” Marie asked. “Killing an eavesdropping moron.” You muttered making Narcissa almost snort.

You stepped into the library and Draco looked up with a kind smile. Damn that adorable face. “Eavesdrop anything interesting lately?” You asked with a straight face. Draco chuckled. “It appears someone has become smitten.” He said. “Oh ha ha.” You said with an eye roll. “It appears we both feel the same way as well.” He said softly. You looked at him, brows raised. “I don’t… Think I quite follow… You.. you love me?” You asked. Draco laughed and shook his head. “Of course I do Y/n.” Draco said, shutting the book in his hand. He set it down. “You have become my world Y/n… I can only hope I’ve done the same for you.” He said softly. You let a smile fall over you. “Yes… Yes you have.” You admitted. He again, held your cheek. “I love you Y/n.” He said softly. “I love you too Draco.” You said softly. The gap between the two of you came to a close and he dropped the book entirely making you jump. He chuckled as did you before you noticed your sister standing there shocked. Your eyes widened and you shoved Draco away making him confused before he too noticed Marie. “Well it’s too late now, I’ve already seen your… Festivities.” She snorted. You rose a brow. “Festivities? Really Marie?” You asked. “I didn’t know you were in here!” She said. “All you said before you left was you were killing someone!” Marie added making Draco snort. You picked up his book and smacked his arm with it. “Idiot.” You murmured. “Yes, I am your idiot though.” He said softly. You smiled. “Are you prepared for the day after tomorrow?” Marie asked. “What’s then?” You asked. She blinked. “….You cannot be serious. How on earth do you forget your own birthday!?” She asked. Draco looked at you shocked. “Your birthday is this week!?” He asked. “It is!?” You asked. “My God woman, how have you lived this long?” She asked with a grin. “I’m sorry I barely remembered it’s Wednesday today and you’re expecting me to know that my birthday is in two days?” You asked making Draco laugh. “Draco really turned your head that much around hmm?” She teased. Your cheeks turned pink at the mention and Draco laughed. “To be fair she does the same for me.” Draco said. “Oh do I now?” You asked with a laugh. “Why do you think I can never seem to put a tie on?” He asked. You blinked a few times. “What?” You asked. “You’re correct, we’ve been to a private school Y/n, one of which includes ties in the uniform. I’ve had plenty of practice but living with you has made it very difficult to focus, especially  as of late.” He teased. Your face was redder by the second. “Oh come now Draco, you’re teasing her too intensely. Any more jabs at her now and she’ll be as red as a tomato.” Marie laughed. “You two are going to be the death of me!” You whined as you walked towards the door. “Where are you off to?” Draco asked. “Away, far away. I swear you two exist to torment my mental state.” You groaned making him laugh as you left. “You really do love her.” Marie noticed. Draco smiled. “Indeed I do.” He said with that ridiculous smile on his face. Marie shook her head. “Did you not realize it was her birthday?” She asked. “No. She never mentioned it to me, I’m honestly surprised that your father never brought it up.” Draco said. “They never celebrated birthdays. Mother always did, father, never.” Marie said. “Every time I’ve met your mother she doesn’t appear to care.” He said. “That’s because she’s our stepmother.” Marie said softly. Draco rose a brow. “Is you mother… Divorced?” “Passed on I’m afraid. When Y/n was nine.” Marie explained. “I see…” Draco said. “Was you father–” “In the pleasant mood he’s always in? Yes. All the time.” She muttered.

“hmm.” Draco nodded. “Elizabeth took the beatings after mother died… And then when Wesley and I married it was Y/n.” Marie said. “… You’re a twin?” Draco noticed. “Hmm? Oh no! No we happened to marry around the same. Y/n’s a triplet  though.” Marie answered. “What?” Draco asked, clearly surprised. “Oh yes. Thomas and…” Marie frowned. “Charles…” She muttered. Draco paused. “Oh… Oh no.” Draco said realizing something. “What’s wrong?” Marie asked. “was she close to Charles?” Draco asked. “Thomas and him both were.” Marie said. “Then I know why she didn’t want to remember her birthday.” Draco said. Marie facepalmed. “I feel so stupid I didn’t catch on before.” She said. Draco cleared his throat, before his eyes seemed to get huge. “What’s with you?” Marie asked. “I don’t have a present for my own fiancée…” He muttered. “Ohhh… Oh shite, I don’t either.” Marie said. “Wha– you’re the one that mentioned her birthday!” He said. “it took her twin sending me a letter to realize it was in two days!” Marie said. “…Diagon alley!” He said, snapping his fingers. “What?” She asked “We have to go to Diagon alley, now! We’ve got floo powder!” He said.

“Draco she spends most of her free time with you we would need…” She paused. “A distraction– would your parents be willing to help?” Marie asked. Draco set down the book and walked out. He stepped into his father’s study. “Father are you busy?” He asked. “Well–” “I need you to distract Y/n for two hours.” Draco said. “….Why, pray tell do you need me to distract her?” Lucius asked. “Y/n’s birthday is in two days, I need to get her a gift.” Draco said. “Two days? My goodness, why hasn’t she said anything?” Lucius asked. “She hasn’t kept up with the days since she moved in.” Draco explained. “Alright… How should I go about distracting her?” Lucius asked. “Give her something to do– Books! She loves to read or– Maybe get her to practice music!” Draco pondered. “Wait! You haven’t spent that much quality time with her, just get to know her!” He said. “…..Alright, how do I do that exactly?” Lucius asked. “Father, just do what you do with me.” He said. “But what if she’s easily distracted–” “I really need this father.” Draco begged. Lucius let out a long sigh and Draco stared at his father. “…fine… Send her in.” Lucius said. “Thank you father!” Draco said with relief. “Have fun.” He murmured as Draco ran off to find you.

It didn’t take long to find you, you were sitting on the bench, reading. Your ,h/c strands moving ever so slightly because of the breeze. Draco smiled as he walked over. You felt as if someone was watching you as you read, putting down your book to see Draco. “Hi.” You said softly. God your voice…. Seriously what did Draco drink this morning that made you lovely to him? “Father… Wanted to speak with you.” Draco said. “Hmm? Alright… Draco are you okay you seem… Distracted?” You asked. “You look radiant today, that’s all.” He said making you smile. “what did I do today to earn your attention this often?” You asked curiously. “hmm… I’m not sure, does breathing count?” Draco asked. He kneeled so he was closer to your face. “Your eyes are something poetry is often written about.” He said looking at you. “Did someone slip you Amortentia this morning?” You asked. “Nope. Just in love. That’s all.” He said. You put your book beside you, cupping his face in your hands. Draco smiled, moving strands of hair out of your eyes. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and sighed. “I suppose I should go see what your father needs–” “He can wait… For a little bit.” Draco said with a smile. You laughed and rolled your eyes. “You’re a child.” You said. “No, I just would like my future wife’s attention.” He said making you smile. He kissed you, making you smile. He loved seeing that smile now. Used to it was almost a sign of mockery or the result of him falling. Now it was the best parts of his day. He kissed your lips a couple of more times and you laughed. “I really should go see what your father wants Draco.” You said. He smiled and rolled his eyes. “Fine, but we are definitely continuing this later.” Draco said with a devious smirk. You shook your head as you walked into the manor. You walked to Lucius’ study and he looked up.

“Draco said you needed me?” You asked. “Uh…” Lucius seemed to halt his entire brain. Shit. One job Lucius. You have one job. “…I… Realized that I don’t really know you as well as Narcissa does… So…” He noticed Marie and Draco running into the library with a bag of floo powder. He flicked his wand ever so slightly so the door would close. “So?” You asked, raising a brow. “So tell me about yourself!” He said, way too excited in the subject. “Well… Uhm… What would you like to know?” You asked. Shit. “Uh–” seriously man, can you make another fucking noise!? The sounds of muffled shouting made you turn your head. “What’s your favorite number!?” Lucius asked, a slight deranged look appearing in his eyes. “….What?” You asked. “…. What’s your favorite number?” He asked. What kind of question is that? “…Eight… I guess?” You answered confused. “Alright, Draco wanted me to get to know you, I have absolutely no clue how to go about this.” Lucius finally snapped. You blinked. “But… Our relationship is fine?” You said confused. “Yes well he thinks we need to be closer.” Lucius said. “Hmm.. does that mean I’m allowed to ask questions too?” You asked. “Please do, this awkward silence will drive me mad if it’s held long enough.” He said. “How do you know my father?” You asked. “He works in the ministry. I was also present for his second marriage.” Lucius said. “I didn’t see you there?” You said confused. “I made it very very brief.” He said making you nod. “Do you get along with your stepmother?” Lucius asked. “… Not particularly.” You admitted. “Hmm. Good to know. She was dreadful even during the wedding.” Lucius said making you laugh. “Yep. sounds like her.” You nodded. “Do… Hmm.” Lucius pondered if his next question would make you uncomfortable. “do you enjoy the company of any of your family?” He asked. “All of my siblings are kinder than my parents. They could see the favoritism at a young age and stopped trying to please him as much as I did.” You explained. “Hmm… Well your brother would like to visit Friday–” you seemed to perk up at the mention of your brother. “Thomas?” You asked. “Yes… And Wesley.” He nodded. “I love spending time with my brothers sir.” You said with a smile. “I can see that. I’ll let them know they’re welcome to come here.” He said. “I will warn you… They might pull what Marie did and stay here until the wedding.” You warned. “It is customary for the family of the bride to stay with us a week prior from the wedding… Even though this is about three weeks early, I’ll allow it.” Lucius assured. You rose a brow. “Three weeks?” You asked. “Hmm?” Lucius asked. “The wedding…is in three weeks?” You asked. “Technically four. Why?” Lucius asked. “Nothing I just… It’s the first I’ve heard an official date.” You admitted. “I suppose you should talk to Narcissa about a dress… I’m not sure that’s actually in order.” Lucius said. You opened your mouth before hearing a loud crash making you stand. “What in the blazes was that!?” You asked. “Uhh–” you reached for the handle and the door opened before you could reach it. “….Draco what the hell happened to you?” You asked. “…Floo powder explosion” he admitted as he was covered in ash and soot. Lucius facepalmed and you started laughing making both of the men look at you. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” You asked Draco, wiping away the ash on his face. He smiled and laughed. “Yes, it appears that way doesn’t it?” He asked. You shook your head. “Wait… Why would you need floo powder–” “I’m going to take a bath! I’ll be back.” Draco said before kissing your cheek and leaving. You rose a brow and turned back around. “You were distracting me weren’t you?” You asked. “What? No no no I–” you gave him a blank stare. “Yes. Yes I was.”

You ended up looking for Draco after an hour passed. “Draco can we– OH MY GOD!” You screamed after seeing him naked. You slammed the door closed, your heart pounding as you stood there. You could hear him laughing. “I already told you it’d be bound to happen.” Draco said. You almost seemed to be trying to hype yourself up to walk back in again. After all you did see…. GAH. NOT TIME TO THINK ABOUT THAT! You let out a long sigh. “Draco I’m walking in.” You said. You could do this, you could do this you could– you walked in and he was still shirtless making you nearly scream.

You could not do this.

Draco laughed, looking at your panic. “Love, this is bound to happen eventually.” Draco said. “How are you so comfortable with this?” You asked staring at the ceiling. “I’ve shown you some very vulnerable parts of my personality. Personally: I’d prefer you see me naked over watching me in a vulnerable state.” Draco said sliding on his shirt. You nodded. “Okay…. I guess that makes sense–” you said looking at Draco who was smiling at you. You rolled your eyes. “Take joy in my embarrassment, you’re the one that has to deal with me having to take a bath later. Then we’ll see who’s embarrassed.” You sassed. He chuckled. “Touché my dear, touché.” He said. You looked in his eyes and smiled before squinting. “…. You’re up to something!” You concluded. “What?” He asked. “You’re up to something! I don’t know what yet, but you’re up to something!” You said. “I am not…” He looked into your eyes. “Okay I may have something planned but I’m not saying what that is!” He said. “Pffff… You crack like your father does!” You said with a laugh. “I do not– Wait what does that mean?” He asked. “I asked if me being in his office was a distraction and he cracked.” You said with a laugh. “Damn it father!” He groaned. “So. Whatcha hiding?” You asked with a smirk. He shook his head. “I’m not saying. "Dracooo… What are you hiding?” You asked again. “not tellinnnggg!” He said walking past you. You smirked, jumping onto his back making him jump. “What the hell–” “Tell me!” You said. “No!” He laughed. Marie snorted seeing you on his back. “Am I to assume this is about…. The thing?” Marie asked. Draco nodded with a laugh and you hung over his shoulder making him laugh harder. “Tell meeeee!” You said. He snorted and you laughed before almost hitting the floor. Draco managed to grab you beforehand and he laughed harder. He kissed your face and you smiled. “You will be the death of me I swear.” He laughed.

Marie smiled. “we should get to dinner, I’m dying to get to know your parents!” Marie said. “They’re really sweet.” You said as Draco helped you up. You all walked into the dining room, taking your places. Lucius sat down, as did all of you. “So, there’s a boy named Thomas that is to stay with us?” Narcissa asked. “Hmm? Yes, it’s Y/n’s brother.” Lucius answered. “Oh! The triplet?” Narcissa asked. “You knew?” Draco asked. “I know plenty about your fiancee Draco, I have tea with her every Wednesday. You should join us one day, you might learn something new.” Narcissa said. “Oh he knows plenty about Y/n. Interests, hobbies, career choices.” Marie said. “Career choices?” Narcissa and Lucius asked. “Y/n would like to be an a Magizoologist.” Draco said making you raise a brow. “A Magizoologist? Like uhm… What’s that man’s name, we’ve met him six or seven times?” Lucius asked Narcissa. “Newt Scamander?” She asked. “That’s the one.” He nodded. “Wait wait wait. You’ve met the Newt Scamander?” You asked. “He comes to the Christmas party every year.” Draco said. “How– what!?” You gaped. Draco smiled at your bewilderment. “So you wish to study magical creatures?” Narcissa asked. “Yes… I know it’s crazy–” “It’s not crazy dear, it’s fascinating. When did you realize you wanted to study them?” Narcissa asked. “after I saved your son from a hippogriff.” You said making Draco nearly choke on his drink. “What?” Lucius asked. “In our third year we were given a new course of magical creatures. Potter ended up getting along quite nicely in the course. Draco… Not so much.” You teased. “He charged up to the damn thing and it nearly attacked him until I intervened.” You said. Draco looked at you. “That… That was you.” He remembered. “Yes I was usually put in the middle with your rivalry with Potter.” You said to him. He frowned. “You… Were?” He asked. “Yes. The hippogriff was just one of many occasions. There was the sink explosion that occured after you pissed off George, the argument over the goblet of fire where Ron got heated and accidentally elbowed me in the nose after you insulted him, me getting in trouble after taking the blame for something you did by the headmaster from Durmstrang, and my least favorite– the mandrake incident.” You listed. “….I didn’t realize I caused that much trouble.” He said. “you gave Fred and George a run for their money.” You admitted. “I’m genuinely sorry Y/n.” He said. “I resented you for a very long time but it no longer bothers me.” You shrugged. “…I do remember one incident with a creature in our fourth year.” Draco recalled. Lucius rose a brow. “Oh yes the” “Dragon.” Marie, you and Draco all recalled. “Dragon?!” Narcissa gaped. “Yes. In the tournament there was a challenge having to do with a dragon. Cedric nearly died to the damn thing.” Draco began to explain. “There was this scholarship like program that I was a part of where I worked close with Charlie Weasley and Hagrid. So as my training started at the beginning of the year, I basically had to raise the dragons in the tournament.” You explained. “She runs down there and calms it in seconds.” Draco said making Lucius raise a brow. “Really?” He asked. “I mean… Keeping Milk grass in hand while petting a dragon comes in handy…” You shrugged. “Milk what?” Narcissa asked. “It’s a grass that grows in the wizarding world– It uh its smell is very potent, smells sweet but dragons love the stuff. It’s the best way to keep them calm.” You said, seeming more interested as you answered. You noticed everyone looking at you. “Sorry… I just… Uhm.” You shifted. “You know, I bet Newt wouldn’t mind speaking with you about career possibilities.” Lucius said. You perked up as if you were a dog. “….Are you… Are you serious!?” You asked. “Consider it done” Lucius said. You stared at the table in shock. “Excuse my dear sister, her mind is now fried.” Marie teased. “What about you dear, do you work?” Narcissa asked. “I’m a journalist.” She said. “Oh goodness… Tell me you aren’t like that plague of a woman, Rita Skeeter.” Lucius said. Marie grimaced. “Absolutely not. I’d sooner shoot myself in the foot than stoop to that woman’s level.” Marie chuckled. “Good.” Lucius said relieved. “what is it you write?” Narcissa asked. “I write travel entries.” She said. “You travel?” Draco asked. You finally blinked away the disbelief. “She uhm.” You cleared your throat. “She travels with her husband.” You said. “So your husband and you travel?” Lucius asked. “He’s a soldier.” She said. “Oh. I take it he knows you’re here?” Draco asked. “Yes, though he’s usually out doing something… Dangerous.” She admitted. “Sweet as can be though.” You said. “God yes.” Marie nodded. “How did you all manage to be in reliable marriages if your father is… Well your father.” Draco asked. “Mm. Well when you’re a noble you go to many parties. You meet people, you befriend them. We set up a system you see.” Marie began. “We would basically befriend the noble boys and ask them politely to reject us so we could get to the one we actually would be okay marrying.” Marie explained. “Or in Y/n’s case, try to break them… And succeed.” Marie added making Draco laugh. “She’s spirited.” Draco said with a smile looking over at you. You smiled in return, looking at him with love. Lucius noticed and smiled. “You’re all excused.” Lucius said. You walked down the hallways to your room.

You stretched before going to the bathroom. Draco got changed and read a book while waiting for you. You came out a few moments later in a towel making him glance up before returning to the book. Then he realized… He looked back up and you were changing into your usual night clothes. Christ you were gorgeous. “Draco, I can feel your staring.” You said grabbing a shirt. “…. You’re fucking beautiful.” He gaped. You nearly turned around but your breasts being exposed made you turn back. “What the hell brought on the compliment?” You asked. “You. Literally looking like that.” He said. “I always look like this?” You said confused. “Yes but you’re beautiful– Am I not supposed to compliment you when you look stunning?” He asked. You laughed sliding on the shirt and turning to him. “I think the day we get married you might lose your mind then.” You said. “Mmm..” he looked at you and shook his head. “You were about to say something, what was it?” You asked laying down next to him. “It was nothing.” Draco said. “what was it?” You asked. He shook his head. “I’m not entirely sure you’d want to hear it.” He said. “Say it.” You said with an eye roll. “Dracoooo–” “I’d absolutely ravage you on our wedding night dear, do not push it.” He said in your ear making you turn crimson. He returned to his book as you stared off. “Y/n? Did I break you?” He asked. “Little bit.” You squeaked out. He snorted and you made a noise almost reminiscent of a deflating balloon. He laughed and closed his book. “Have you not thought about this?” He asked. “What? Sleeping with you?” You asked. “Yes.” He nodded. “I….” You swallowed you words down looking at him. “Uhm… Maybe a little too much.” You said before looking away. “Really?” He asked. “Yes! Okay, maybe I have! A few… Dozen times, but at least I don’t make comments like that!” You said making him laugh harder. “I didn’t make you uncomfortable did I?” He asked. “No! No I just– Gah, you’re absolutely frustrating sometimes!” You groaned. “What? Had your impure thought of the day?” He teased. You scoffed. “I do not have an 'impure thought of the day’. I am perfectly capable of making you just as squeamish as you’ve made me!” You said defiantly. “Oh? Is that so? Well let’s hear it then.” He said. “What!?” You asked. “Let’s hear you say something. Come on.” He teased. “Draco–” “What impure thought has crossed your mind that could possibly make me this ridiculous?” He asked. You rolled your eyes. “And silence has filled you yet again dear, I’m beginning to notice a pattern of–” “If you don’t stop with this talk, I will find some very creative and useful ways to make you shut it.” You said in his ear. A chill shot down his spine as you took your book off your nightstand and read with him staring at you. “Oh what now!?” You asked. “You know, you still owe me from earlier.” Draco said. “What?” You asked. “In the garden. When I kissed you.” He reminded. You looked over at him. He was smiling in a way you hadn’t seen before, all of his attention was solely focused on you. Your heart seemed to pound before you got up. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Getting some water.” You said walking out. You closed the door and walked to Marie’s room. “Marie? Can I come in?” You asked. “Yes dearie!” She said. You closed the door and she rose a brow. “You look like you’ve recovered from heat stroke, are you alright?” She asked.

“can I ask you a question?” You asked. “Yes?” She said confused. “When did you know you were ready to…” You paused. “Get married? Well I didn’t have much of a choice–” “N-no… That you were ready to… Do it.” You asked. “It? What is it?” Marie asked. You seemed to shift in place before she realized. “Ooohhh you mean sex!” She said. “SHHH! KEEP IT DOWN!” you said in a whisper shouting voice. “What? Afraid God will hear you?” Marie asked flatly. You sighed. “Why are you asking that though– ohmygod do you think that you’re going to?” She asked. “Well… I mean–” “I say go for it.” Marie said. “Wha– but how did you know?” You asked. “that I was ready?” Marie asked. “Yes!” You groaned. “because I trusted him. And I loved him.” Marie said. “…You didn’t feel it?” You asked. “I mean, yes it did involve me trusting myself to know that I was ready too.” She said. “…Do you think you’re ready?” Marie asked. You immediately thought of those ridiculously attractive grey eyes. “…I.. I am.” You nodded. “Well… Then congratulations?” She asked. You got up. “Where are you going?” She asked. “Sleep.” You said before leaving. You walked to your room and closed the door. “That must’ve been one big glass of water.” Draco teased. You jumped at his voice and he rose a brow. “Darling are you alright–” “Did you mean what you said?” You asked. “what?” He asked. “Earlier, did you mean what you said?” You asked. “About…?” Draco said. “Draco, do you want to actually sleep with me?” You asked. “Is that an offer?” He asked sarcastically. “YES!” You said. “….Wait seriously?” He asked. “Welcome to the wonders of a fiancée, who will usually sleep with you if you ask–” he closed the door behind you, kissing you passionately. You halted all means of speech as you locked the door.

He pulled away. “Are you sure about this? Do you really–” “Please.” You whispered. He kissed your neck, kissing that one spot that made you almost sink into him. “S-someone studied.” You said with a laugh. He kissed you again, both of his hands on your body. You melted into his grasp almost shivering at his touch. “Tell me you want this and I’ll keep going Y/n.” Draco told you. “I want this Draco.” You assured. He nodded, getting up and lifting you up. “What are–” “Bed.” He said before kissing you passionately. You ran your fingers through his hair, as he sat you on the edge of the bed removing your shirt after pulling off his own his own. “What?” You asked. He chuckled and kissed you again. You held his face and he held you close as you both leaned back onto the bed. He kissed down your body, each kiss sweeter than the last. Your breath hitched as Draco pulled off your pj bottoms. He pulled off your underwear, his lips kissing your inner thigh making you almost shiver at the contact. His tongue moved and you gripped the sheets at the contact. “D-draco– A-ah!” You gasped. He ran his fingers over your arms lightly before holding your hand as you held back a few moans. He pulled back before kissing you. “Draco… I need you.” You whispered as he rested his forehead on yours. He kissed your forehead before inserting himself in you. You arched your back and gasped as he moved slowly. It hurt at first and he could tell, cupping your cheek with a hand. You slowed your breathing as the pain quickly went away. “You.. you can move.” You whispered. As he quickened the pace as he ran his fingers over your arms and held your hands in his as you moaned. “Dr-Draco oh god–” you breathed. He kissed you, holding you close before both of you came.

He collapsed next to you looking at you. “So is this a regular thing now orrr–” “Oh bite your tongue.” You said with a laugh. He kissed you and you smiled, resting your forehead on his. “I love you Y/n.” He said. “I love you too Draco.” You said softly. Sleep was easy to you that night, no nightmares bombarding your inner thoughts. You woke up to the morning light hitting your eyes. You blinked a few times and leaned up. Draco inhaled sharply before doing the same. “Morning.” You said with a smile. “Morning.” He said before kissing you. You let your feet touch the floor before immediately falling. Damn your sore legs, Marie couldn’t have added that that might be a problem? Draco immediately got up and helped you up. “Uhm… Are you alright?” He asked as your legs shook. “You did this you little shit.” You said. He resisted a snort and lifted you up. “Wha– where are we going!?” You asked. “Bath, your muscles are sore Love.” He said. “And how, pray tell, do you know this?” He asked. “I’ve asked some… Unsavory questions to friends who might’ve had sex in school?” He said. “You could just say you aren’t a virgin, I mean who’s that good their first time?” You said with a laugh as you slowly got into the tub. “Actually that was my first time.” He said. “There is no way that’s true.” You said. Draco chuckled and turned on the hot water. “Despite what you believe, it’s the truth.” Draco said. “….What kind of questions did you ask these friends of yours!?” You realized making him snort.

You took a bath, your muscles, thankfully relaxing and allowing you to stand again. Draco left some clothes for you on the counter next to the sink. You put them on noticing a scar on your back and making you shake your head. You walked out and Draco was standing on the terrace of the room. You smiled and walked out, him wrapping an arm around you. “This is a beautiful day.” Draco said. “If you start getting sappy I’m going to leave.” You joked. He chuckled and kissed your face. You smiled and heard a knock on the door. “Did we ever unlock the door?” You asked. “No, I don’t think we did.” He answered. You opened the door and Marie was holding a cup of tea. “Morning you two.” She said handing you the cup. “Mind if I whisk her away for a bit?” Marie asked Draco. “Not at all, have fun dear.” He said before giving you a quick kiss and walking past you.

“Soooo.” She said as you walked. You sipped the tea. “How was last night?” She asked making you cough it up. She chuckled. You coughed a few more times and finally answered. “Christ, give me a warning!” You said. “Well I think that was plenty of an answer.” She said with a devious laugh. “So did you… Y'know?” She asked. “Marie!” You whined. “You roped me into this, remember that!” She said. “…It was nice.” You finally said. “Oh so you did–” “YES OKAY, NOW CAN WE DROP IT!?” you begged. “Alright alright! So, read anything new lately?” She asked. “Well–” “Y/n, would you mind coming with me?” Lucius asked. You turned around. “Is everyone going to be asking me this today?” You asked. Marie took your cup and you rose a brow. “Go, I’ll be out here.” She said with a smile. You shrugged, walking with Lucius. “Where are we going?” You asked. “Now I’m sure you know the answer to this.” Lucius said with a laugh. “Your study. Right! Right.” You nodded making him chuckle you walked in and froze to a middle aged man in a blue jacket with a suit case.

“Merlin’s beard… Do not tell me that’s–” “Happy early birthday, this is Mr. Newt Scamander.” Lucius said. “Gah…. I… I…” Your mind seemed to just freeze. “Is she having a stroke– is she okay?” Newt worried. “No! No! I’m okay I just… Wow you’re standing here in front of– Niffler!?” You said making him raise a bow. You slipped past him, scooping up the magical creature and tickling it to get it to empty its pouch. Pens and coins toppled out and you chuckled. “Come on, there’s more than that.” You said before a pen dropped to the floor. Newt rose a brow, as you handed him the niffler. “He’s a little devil this one, thank you.” He said putting him in the suitcase. “So I suspect you know why I’m here?” Newt asked. “Uh… I apologize, I actually don’t.” You said. “Oh. Well I’m here to train you.” He said. “Sorry what?” You asked. “I am here to take you on as an apprentice where you will study animals and eventually go into the field you’d like.” He further explained. “I see… Wow.. uhm.. thank you Lucius.” You said. “No need, he’s heard of you.” Lucius said. “Wait what– seriously!?” You gaped. “It’s not every day you hear of a student taming a dragon.” Newt said. “I… I am rendered speechless I am so sorry.” You said. “I’m quite anxious around people too, don’t worry. Why don’t you change into some pants and we’ll begin work in the….?” He looked over to Lucius. “…Patio is fine.” Lucius said. “Patio!” Newt nodded.

You basically sprinted for your room, changing as quickly as possible when Draco walked in. “Woah there, careful, what’s going on?” Draco asked. “Newt Scamander is taking me on as an apprentice!” You said as you slid on pants. “Darling that’s fantastic!” Draco said with a smile. “We’re beginning work now, I am way too excited Merlin’s beard!” You said putting on a shirt. “Good luck!” He said. You nodded and ran out the door. He chuckled to himself and grabbed a book before feeling a hand on his shoulder he turned around and you kissed him before running off. “Love you!” You said. “Love you too!” He laughed.

You ran outside, dressing almost like Hermione when you two would hang out. Actually you were 95% sure this shirt was Hermoine’s. “Alright let’s do this!” You said excitedly. He nodded and opened the suitcase before climbing into it. You stared at it for a minute before his hand popped out motioning for you to go down. You climbed down, seeing a small shack. “Woah… How come you never included this in your book?” You asked. “I didn’t want to include it because my book ended up amongst the muggles as well.” Newt said. “Ah.” You nodded. “Hand me the bucket next to you dear.” He said. You picked it up and he hacked a piece of meat into pieces. You noticed a picture near the door and you rose a brow. “Who’s that?” You asked. “Hmm? Oh… An old friend.” He said. You nodded and looked around at the tables, with scattered work supplies. “Alright. Let us begin.” He said opening the wooden door. You walked through it and were met with various magical creatures, making you gape. “Wow.” Was all you could muster out. He walked to a large creature, a glowing forehead. “Is this an Erumpent?” You asked. “Hmm? Yes, be careful the–” “Venom makes people explode.” You said stepping back. He nodded. “You know a lot about this already.” He noticed. “I read your book and worked with Charlie Weasley.” You said looking at the mooncalves. He handed you pellets and you fed them with a smile. “Do you mind holding the niffler while I handle the Occamies?” He asked. You nodded and he handed you the small little guy, it staring up at you. You smiled and pet it, it nuzzling into your hand. “He seems to like you.” Newt noticed. “Hmm?” You asked. “the Niffler, it likes you.” Newt said. “Oh… He’s a cute little guy.” You said with a smile. You handed him back and Newt took him. “Every day you will be given an interaction with a new magical creature. Sometimes it will be in the case, other times it will not be.” Newt explained. You nodded. “If you happen upon a creature that is to be in this case that isn’t here please let me know or handle it with caution before bringing it to the case.” He warned. “It happens often?” You asked. “No amount of locks can stop a Niffler.” Newt said looking at him. You noticed a little green figure holding onto his jacket. “Hi there.” You said softly. It retreated behind his coat’s collar. “Pickett she’s going to be here a while, you need to make friends.” He said. Pickett slowly peaked his head out and you smiled. “A bowtruckle? Aren’t they introverted?” You asked. “Yes they are, I must ask: were you a hufflepuff?” He asked. “Yes, how’d you know?” You asked. “I am too.” He said pointing to the scarf on a rack. “you would think Hagrid would mention this.” You laughed. He smiled and put down the now empty bucket. “Alright. Time for your first interaction. The Demiguise. What do you know about it?” He asked. “They can turn invisible and they’re herbivores, aren’t they?” You asked. “Yes.” Newt nodded. He allowed one to climb up his arm before motioning for it to go to you. It climbed back to the floor, it climbing up your side like a sloth. You smiled. “Hi there.” You said softly. It seemed to almost hug you. “did you name any of the creatures besides Pickett?” You asked. “Oh yes. All of them have names… Except for the Niffler that was near you earlier, he’s a younger one.” Newt said. “You should name him Bandit. It makes sense because of the–” “Stealing, how clever.” Newt nodded. “What do you think, hmm?” He asked the Niffler. It seemed to have a positive response to the name. “Bandit.” He nodded. “This is such a calm creature… Why would anyone ever want to hurt it?” You asked. “to make invisibility cloaks.” Newt said with a frown. “Some times I think the biggest monsters are people.” You muttered. “I share that sentiment.” He agreed. You heard a knock and rose a brow. Newt slipped past you. “What’s the Demiguise’s name?” You asked. “Dougal.” He answered before disappearing into the room. You smiled, looking at Dougal. “You’re so soft… You almost remind me of a sloth.” You muttered. Newt popped his head back out. “Dinner is ready.” Newt said. “Wait, it’s been that long?” You asked. Newt nodded and the Demiguise climbed down. You both walked out and you rose a brow. “Uh… Was the Niffler supposed to follow?” You asked as you noticed the Niffler on the patio table. “Bandit. No.” Newt warned. It scurried off. “That’s not good.” You muttered before both of you booked it. You walked the hallway to the bedroom and frowned. “Y/n? Did Marie tell you that dinner was served or–” “Yes I’m coming I just…. Wait. Where’s the box?” You asked. “What?” Draco asked. “The thimble box– he was here– Bandit!” You called. Draco rose a brow as you walked into your bedroom. You stopped in the doorway looking around. “What are you looking for?” Draco asked. “The niffler– FOUND IT! NEWT!” you called. Newt sprinted down the hall to find it on your dresser trying to hold still. You sprinted to it catching it before it could run off. You tickled it and a bunch of shiny things hit the floor. “Bandit, come on… We know there’s more.” You said before a couple of other things hit the floor. “He’s good.” You said giving Bandit back. Draco rose a brow as you all walked to the dining room. “So… Why was there a Niffler in our room?” Draco asked. “A lock can’t stop a Niffler.” Newt said, referring to what he said to you earlier. “Okayy?” Draco said confused. “I’m going to put him back in the case, tell your father please.” Newt said.

You sat at the table and Draco smiled looking at you. “Excited for your 19th birthday?” Marie asked. “ I guess.” You shrugged. “come on, you’ll probably get to see Thomas!” She said. You smiled to yourself as Newt took a seat. “Your birthday is tomorrow?” He asked. “Yep.” You shrugged. “not a fan?” Newt asked. “if you knew my father you’d get it.” You shrugged. “Maybe I do, what’s his name?” Newt asked. “Henry L/n.” You shrugged. Newt’s face dropped. “You know him?” Marie asked. “Very cruel hearted. Very angry.” He said. “Yes, that sums him up perfectly.” You said. “ His wife was always kind, Dalia correct?” He asked. “Yes. She passed ten years ago.” Marie said. “Oh… I’m sorry.” Newt said. “It’s alright. Mother was wonderful.” You said. Narcissa noticed your eyes, them seeming to glaze over. “So, what about your brother, what’s he like?” Lucius asked, hoping to catch your attention. You stayed silent though, deep in thought. “Y/n?” Draco asked softly. You snapped out of your fog. “Sorry, what was your question?” You asked. “your brother Thomas, what’s he like?” Lucius asked. “Think of me, but male.” You said. “Oh boy.” Draco said making Marie chuckle. You rolled your eyes. “ When is the engagement party?” You asked. “Two weeks.” Narcissa said. “Who would you like to invite?” Lucius asked. “Well… Harry potter is a dear friend. And the Weasley’s are like family. So is Hermione…” You said. “hmm. I’ll invite them then."Lucius nodded. "You got along with Ron?” Draco asked. “Sometimes. He did get a little annoying fourth year though.” You said. “Most of the time I’ve heard you talking about the Weasley’s it was talking about Fred and George.” Marie said. “They’re like my brothers, Thomas loves them.” You admitted. “Molly did always love you, as did Arthur.” Marie nodded. “Did they know about… Your father?” Narcissa asked. “Yes. Y/n would often hide there to escape.” Marie said. You took a long sip of water. “I see. So you all were really close.”

“NO I DON’T WANT TO GO!” You could hear your screams in your mind making you swallow your water.

“LET GO OF ME!” you remembered, making you clear your throat.

You let out a small shaking breath which Draco heard. “May we be excused?” He asked looking at you. Lucius noticed the look in your eyes and nodded. Draco took your hand, helping you out of your seat before leaving the adults to speak. “Henry hurt that girl didn’t he?” Newt asked. “Yes. According to Draco there’s scars.” Lucius nodded. “All of us have them.. except for the males.” Marie said. “What?” Narcissa asked. “Father wanted sons. He wasn’t a fan of a largely female household.” Marie said. “I will admit though, Y/n usually took the beatings the worst though. She usually took them for the triplets.” Marie explained. “triplets?” Lucius asked. “Yes. There was Elizabeth, the eldest, Joanna the second eldest, me, Y/n then the triplets, Susan, Lila and Elise.” Marie said. “I see… Then three sons, correct?” Lucius asked. “Yes.” She nodded. “Y/n herself is a triplet isn’t she?” Narcissa asked. “Yes. Charles, Thomas and her are triplets. Joanna and Phillip are twins.” Marie said. “Are multiple children such as twins common amongst your family?” Lucius asked. “Just in our home. Not sure why.” She shrugged. “All the more to love though!” She chuckled. “Do you have any children?” Narcissa asked. “No, I’m afraid I’m incapable.” Marie said. “Goodness. I’m so sorry.” Narcissa said. “It’s alright. My husband and I plan on adopting after the next move.” She said. “Best of luck to you.” Newt said. “thank you.” She nodded.

You paced. “Why does my anxiety have to plague me at the dinner table, why?” You groaned. “Y/n, you’re fine, father understands.” Draco said softly. “I want to be normal. Why can’t I be normal!?” You asked. “Because you’re extraordinary.” Draco said. “…Your positivity is both reassuring and annoying.” You sighed before hugging him. He held you close, kissing your head. “I really do wish you’d be a bit more excited over your birthday though.” Draco said. “What, is something happening that day?” You asked. “Darling you act like you’ve never actually…” He looked at you. “You’ve never celebrated a birthday have you?” Draco asked. “I have. With the Weasley’s.” You muttered. “Well this time you have a loving fiancée and your personal hero to keep you company.” Draco said. You smiled. “Okay okay… I guess it’s not… So bad but no cake, I’m actually not a fan of cake.” You said. “Ah. Noted. Let’s go to bed… After we put back what that Niffler thing tried to take.” Draco said with a laugh.

You woke up in the middle of the night, not daring to wake Draco. You sat on the terrace, staring at the stars. You noticed the clock on the dresser hit twelve and you sighed. “Happy birthday to me” you murmured. You noticed Newt with a creature walking through the night and smiled. Maybe just maybe this birthday wouldn’t be so bad.

You finally went back to bed and slept soundly for the rest of the night. Although the next morning you woke up with Draco carrying you breakfast. “Morning dear.” He said. “What the– what’s this?” You asked. “Breakfast– don’t worry I didn’t cook it.” He assured. You laughed. “Thank you.” You said kissing him. You both ate and laughed at stupid jokes before getting dressed. “I should go see if Newt needs anything before doing anything.” You said. “Actually he’s expecting you elsewhere.” Draco said. “What do you have planned?” You asked. “You will see.” Draco said with a smile. You rolled your eyes as you followed Draco. “I swear, I’m going to assume you’ve held the damn girl captive Marie with the way you’re treating this!” You heard a voice say. “Is that–” “Thomas, relax the boy she’s engaged to loves her and cares for her.” Marie said. You opened the door and your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Draco smiled as Thomas hugged you. “It’s been too long!” He said. “You’ve otherwise gotten taller or I’m getting shorter.” Thomas said making you laugh. “I’ve missed you! How’s Delilah?” You asked. “Oh, she’s lovely, she says hello she’ll be here for the wedding along with the children.” Thomas said. He noticed Draco and rose a brow. “Hello.” Draco greeted. Thomas shook his hand before you noticed a glint. “Oh no.” You sighed. “What’s with you?” Thomas asked. “I think–” “WHAT IN THE BLAZES IS THAT!?” Narcissa screamed making Draco jump. You facepalmed. “Newt really needs a new locking device.” You sighed before running out. You looked for the Demiguise, knowing damn well that Dougal probably turned invisible when Narcissa was frightened. “Dougal. Sweetie, I’m here.” You said softly, looking for the slight disfigurement of it’s invisibility. Finally you noticed it and picked it up. Dougal dropped the invisibility and you kissed it’s head. “I’m here little guy. Let’s find Newt okay?” You said. You walked with Dougal in your arms leaving Draco and Thomas both gaping at your calmness to the strange creature wrapped around you. “Newt! I found Dougal.” You said. “What– Oh goodness he must’ve slipped past.” Newt said. You gave Dougal to Newt. “Oh Y/n, I’m actually glad you’re here I have something for you.” He said. You rose a brow as he pulled out Bandit. “Uh…” You paused. “He’s yours. He has literally been found in your room four times this morning.” Newt said. “How did I not wake up?” You asked. “No clue. Your fiancée screamed at one point after he saw him sleeping on your head.” Newt said. “I’ll keep him safe, don’t worry.” You said with a smile. “Hi Pickett.” You greeted the small bowtruckle on Newt’s coat. It peaked out and you smiled. “Morning– Oh boy the small visitor is back.” Draco said looking at the Niffler. “He’s now your fiancée’s, and yes they can be trained.” Newt said. “Heard that you screamed this morning?” You asked Draco as Bandit seemed to perch on your shoulder. “Oh goodness did he! He also fell off the bed.” Marie laughed. “Okay, not everyone wakes up and expects to see that next to them!” Draco said. “Oh yes. Bandit is sooo terrifying.” You laughed. Thomas smiled and Draco shook his head. “He just likes shiny stuff but I think I can keep him from going ballistic over everything here.” You said with a smile. The Niffler nuzzled into your touch making you smile. “Oh, father also has something for you.” Draco said. “What? But he’s already done so much?” You said confused. “Yes well, you are quickly becoming a favorite around here.” Draco said kissing your head. You smiled and put the Niffler on Draco’s shoulder. “Uhhh–” “He stays with us now, you’ll have to be aquatinted eventually love.” You said. Draco nodded and looked at the creature as you walked to the study. “Hello?” He said to him. Bandit cocked his head to the side confused by this new person.

You knocked on the door. “Come in.” Lucius said. You walked in and he nodded. “Draco said you needed me.” You said. He pushed a box forward making you raise a brow. “Open it.” He said. You nodded and opened the box to see a Malfoy family ring resting in it. You looked at him and then the box. “This is a family ring.” You said. “Yes. We wear these proudly and you are apart of our family now Y/n.” He said. You smiled and slid it on your finger. “Thank you.” You said. “You’re wel–” you hugged Lucius catching him off guard. He slowly hugged you back and you pulled away. “Thank you. For everything.” You said softly. “You’re very welcome Y/n.” He said. You heard Draco running. “Slow down! If he knows you’re chasing him he’ll just get crafty with hiding!” Newt warned. You facepalmed and walked out to find Bandit crawling up your pants leg. “He went to find Y/n!” Thomas said. “Oh now that’s just precious.” Marie said. You smiled, petting the creature before Thomas noticed the ring. “that’s a family ring.” He said. “Mmhmm.” You nodded looking at him. “You’re fitting in nicely here…” Thomas said. “You’re going all brother on me again Thomas, I’m safe here I promise.” You said softly. “As long as they are keeping father away from you.” Thomas said. “They are Tommy.” Marie said.

You all sat around in the garden. “how is Phillip?” You asked, using a coin to keep Bandit at bay. “ Violet is pregnant.” Thomas said. “Finally!” Marie said. “first child… How mad has he gone?” You asked. “Baby proofing EVERYTHING.” Thomas laughed. Draco smiled as he sat next to you. “Tell me, have you been treating my sister well?” Thomas asked. “Yes Thomas. He has” you said with an eye roll. “I have. I love your sister.” He said looking at you. “If you hurt her, mental or physical just know there’s eight siblings who can and will kill you.” He threatened. Draco looked at you. “If I ever did any of that I’d kill myself.” Draco said. Thomas rose a brow. “… Good answer.” Thomas said. “So… Marie tells me you two have gotten close” Thomas said. “Yes Thomas. Come on quit interrogating them–” “How close are we talkin’ here?” He asked looking at Draco, practically searing holes into him. “…Uhm..” Draco looked really uncomfortable. “Thomas.” You sighed. “I love her. Truly.” Draco said. “Yes, tell me a fun fact about knowing my sister then. When was the first time you noticed her?” Thomas asked. Bandit chased the coin in a small circle. “The Yule ball in our fourth year.” He admitted making all movement from you stop. “What?” You asked. “The Yule ball. You went with Fred because neither of you had dates, he was waiting by the steps, when you came down in a black dress.” Draco said. “Y… You actually noticed?” You gaped. “how could I not? You were beautiful.” Draco said with a smile. You continued to play with the coin and Bandit continued playing. “… I’ll trust you. For now. One slip up though and I’m putting your corpse in a dumpster.” Thomas said. Draco cleared his throat. “I didn’t think you knew I existed.” You admitted. “I knew. I noticed you in our second year when during Christmas you sat with me and said Merry Christmas.” He reminded. “… No offense darling. But why’d you act like such an ass then?” You asked. “Because I didn’t handle my feelings well. I was a child who took house wars WAY too seriously.” Draco reminded. “Truth was I wanted to know you but I just didn’t voice it properly.” He admitted. “So. How did you not recognize that I was in the middle of that petty rivalry?” You asked. “I knew. And for the most part I tried to keep you out of it. I took a lot more hits than you remember.” Draco said. “How so?” Thomas asked. “The fight in the bathroom. It started because it was about you. I asked Blaise, who by the way was the reason for a lot of the 'wrong place, wrong time’ crap, to keep you out of it. He called me a Blood traitor, next thing I knew I punched him.” Draco explained. Then it REALLY registered. All of the times you were in the center of crap, Blaise was the one who put you there. He always would slip it into your mind before hand. “I did care. But again, in school I was an ass who didn’t want to admit that.” Draco said. You kissed him and he smiled. “What was that for?” Draco asked. “Always looking out for me.” You said with a smile. Thomas gagged and Marie rolled her eyes, dragging him off as she got up. “Why am I being dragged!?” Thomas asked. “Let’s leave them alone for a bit!” Marie said shoving him inside.

You laughed and Bandit crawled into your lap, tired from chasing the coin. “ Looks like you tired him out.” Draco said. “Yep. I did that on purpose.” You said with a smile. Draco pulled out a small box and you blinked. “Draco, you didn’t need to get me anything.” You said. “Hmm. But I did.” He said. You opened it and smiled. “It’s a locket… Draco it’s beautiful.” You said softly. Draco kissed you and you smiled. “Happy birthday darling.” Draco said softly.

You ended up having fun for the most part, Draco enjoying seeing you with a smile. You’d have a few spaced out moments but overall you enjoyed the day. “So how’s taking care of Bandit?” Newt asked. “I’ve figured out a way to tire him out and he now sleeps in my sock drawer.” You said making Lucius raise a brow. “Have you enjoyed your birthday dear?” Narcissa asked. “For the first time I can actually say yes.” You said with a smile. “I’m glad. We do enjoy seeing you happy here Y/n, you deserve to be.” She said. “Joanna sent me a letter, she says happy birthday you two.” Marie said sitting down. “How are the triplets?” You asked. “They’re all taking up some interests.” Marie said. “Elise’s is literature isn’t it?” You asked. “Yes, who would’ve thought that she picked up a trait from the sibling who impacted her the most?” Marie asked sarcastically. “Do the triplets not live with your father?” Draco asked. “No, Joanna took them after she moved.” Thomas answered. “Thank goodness.” Lucius nodded. “How’s Jacob?” You asked making Newt nearly choke. “Newt, are you alright?” You asked. “Yes. Yes I’m fine.” He nodded. Wrong Jacob, Newt. “He’s well.” Marie nodded. “Does your sister have children?” Lucius asked. “No, she’s unable sir.” Marie answered. “Is this a common thing amongst the women?” Narcissa asked. “Yes. But we’ve already made sure that Y/n is perfectly able to have children.” Marie said. Draco smiled to himself thinking of the idea of you being a mother. “What is your other brother like?” Lucius asked Thomas. “Hmm? Oh Phillip? He’s stern but at the end of the day would protect us from whatever would try to hurt us. He was father’s favorite.” Thomas answered. “Will you be staying with us?” Lucius asked. “if you don’t mind.” Thomas said. “Not at all. Newt did you sleep well last night in the cabin?” Lucius asked. “Yes, thank you. You rose a brow. "We have a cabin?” You asked. “Yes, more like a cottage really.” Narcissa answered before a knock was heard. Lucius walked out and you took a sip of water. “I’m glad today has been great dear, it’s always nice to see you with a smile.” Narcissa said. “There she is!” A familiar female voice said making you stand up. “Molly!” You said with a smile. She hugged you as did the twins. “I invited them for dinner. After all this day should be celebrated with your family.” Lucius said nodding to you. You smiled as Fred and George sat on your left. “Wait then that means–” “This place is huge.” Ron gaped. “Ron!” Hermione and Ginny both hushed. “Well I mean he’s not wrong.” Harry said. Draco looked at Lucius with a “you couldn’t have told me sooner!?” Look. “Harry!” You said with a smile. “Y/n! How’s being engaged– Christ we’re getting old.” He grimaced as he realized how adult that sounded. You laughed and Ginny hugged you. “It’s been great actually, this is actually feels like home now.” You answered making Lucius smile. “We’re glad you’re away from Henry.” Arthur said sitting down. “Thomas, happy birthday to you too.” Molly said. “Thank you Molly.” he said with a smile. “How are all of you?” You asked. “Welllll…” Molly looked at Ginny. “Harry and I are engaged.” Ginny said making you gasp. “Blazes– congratulations!” You said. “So is Ron and Hermione.” Harry said. You laughed. “You sure you can put up him that long?” You asked her making Hermione snort. “I’m not deaf!” Ron said. “We know.” Everyone said in unison. You smiled before noticing something behind Newt. “Crap.” You muttered. Draco noticed it too and he stood up. “You flank left, I’ll go right.” He said. Newt rose a brow as both of you cornered the Niffler. Bandit slipped past you though and you both exchanged a “Crap.” Look before both of you chased after it. “What in the world?” Molly asked. “I gifted Y/n a niffler this morning. It appears to have waken up from it’s nap.” Newt said. “Wait, you’re Newt Scamander!” Hermione said. “What like our old text book?” Ron asked. “Yes!” She said. “Oh. Hey! I knew that!” Ron said making Fred laugh. There was a loud noise followed by a “GOT HIM!” making Harry almost snort.

But it was the state that Draco returned that made everyone almost die of laughter. He was soaked. Or at least the top half of him was. “….What happened?” Narcissa asked, also trying to contain laughter. “He turned on the bath while I was chasing him.” Draco said, dripping. Lucius nearly snorted as you walked out unscathed and the niffler resting on your shoulder. “Sh-shall we adjourn to the day room?” Narcissa asked trying not to laugh. “May I change… Please?” Draco asked. “Mmhmm.” Lucius nodded. The second the door closed all of you started laughing. “I swear, Bandit almost seems to be taunting Draco.” You laughed. “Right on little man.” Fred said as he stood up, looking at the Niffler.

You all sat around, exchanging Hogwarts stories. Some making you laugh as you sat next to Draco (who was now dry.) You were happy, truly so. A smile never disappeared, especially now that it felt like your family was here. Draco even seemed to be civil with Harry, the two of them almost looking back at the past few years with amusement. Newt made sure the Niffler was put up for the rest of the night, noticing a tired expression. You were exhausted from all of the interaction, your head falling onto Draco’s shoulder. He stopped talking, looking over at your sleeping face and smiled. “I’ll be back to see you off.” Draco said before lifting you up and carrying you out. He kissed your head, noticing again that the Niffler managed to get in here again but choosing to ignore the creature as it chose to rest on pillow near your head.

Draco did see them off, thanking them for being there for you. Molly smiled as they walked. “He’s become a fine young man.” She said. “Indeed.” Arthur agreed. “Definitely more bearable than from what he was in school.” Harry said. “Seems to really love Y/n.” Hermione said. “He seems absolutely smitten.” Ginny chuckled. “I’m worried about that.” George said. “Why?” Molly asked. “What’s Henry going to think?” Fred asked. Arthur nodded knowingly. “I see what you mean. But by this point it’s out of his hands.” Arthur said. “Hmm? How so?” George asked. “An arrangement like this would require the male’s consent. The engagement can’t be called off unless Draco chooses to.” Arthur shrugged. “Thank God.” Fred and George said in unison.

The next few weeks were dedicated to the wedding, dress after dress, flower after flower. Your escape lied with Newt and Draco, studying animals and spending time with Draco. Now the family was here in the manor, your father staying under the same roof making it hard to focus on anything. You wouldn’t leave Draco’s side, not once. Dinner would be painfully awkward with both of your brothers now drilling holes into Draco. Your sisters would try to get them to stop but your father would be making subtle jabs towards any confidence you may have built. Finally it was a day before the wedding and you were a mess. Stupid rules say that you were to not see Draco until the wedding. “are you excited?” Narcissa asked. “Yes. I just wish I could see him now.” You sighed as you took a sip of tea. “I’m just glad it’s out of father’s hands now.” Joanna mumbled. “Me too.” You nodded. “I feel like he’s lurking around every corner.” Marie said with a sigh. “It’s like we’re always walking on thin ice or something.” Elise murmured. “This whole week has stressed Draco out.” You said. “Why?” Marie asked. “Why? Well let’s see, we’ve got a man who’s straight out of a fucking Lovecraft novel roaming about, we have my brothers mentally killing him in their minds, you have my step mother who lurks like a snake through the halls and the occasional animal getting lose.” You said with a sigh as Bandit played with Sophia. “I just want to spend time with Draco. Is that bad?” You asked. “You’ve been jittery all week, I suppose he’s like a comfort to you.” Joanna said. “Jittery?” Narcissa asked. “She’s been anxious all week. Lot of pacing.” Joanna said. “Draco has been doing that all morning.” Narcissa chuckled. “Really?” You asked. “Yes, he’s been rambling all morning about you, saying he wants to make you happy” Narcissa said. All of the women made audible coos and you chuckled. “I love that man.” You sighed. “I just wish I could SEE him. Like why the hell would you separate us?” You grumbled. “Funny, about a month ago you would’ve begged for this to happen.” Narcissa teased. “Har. Har.” You laughed dryly. You sighed and noticed a hippogriff through the window. “Shit.” You said. “What– What in Merlin’s Beard is that!?” Joanna asked before you got up, rolling up your sleeves. “A hippogriff” you said before walking out.

Draco sighed. He never realized how much of his daily routine now revolved around you until he had to be separated from you. He bit into an apple before looking up at a looming shape to see a hippogriff. “…Fuck.” he mumbled looking at it. It seemed to growl, watching his movements. What is it that you did that day that made it calm down before!? “uh… Nice bird… Thing?” He said confused. It got closer before you jumped in front of it. “Eli, eyes on me!” You said. It attempted to look at Draco but you snapped your fingers. “Eyes on me!” You said sternly. “Eli, it’s me… Focus. Focus.” You said soothingly. “Draco, bow.” You instructed. He nodded and bowed to it, the hippogriff reciprocating the sentiment. “Good boy. Let’s go find Newt.” You said softly. You looked at Draco. “Wanna sneak off with me?” You asked. “Absolutely.” Draco nodded. You both walked along side the creature to the patio. Newt now usually worked there but you were met with your father. “Fuck.” You mumbled. “Ah. You.” He said looking at you. “Father.” You said. Eli seemed to not like the presence of him. “Uh oh.” You mumbled watching Eli gear up. “Father bow.” You said. “Excuse me?” He asked. “Bow! To the creature it will attack if you don’t!” You warned. “I will not–” Eli reared up making it jump back until Newt intervened. “Into the case!” He said guiding him into it. He locked the case and sighed. “That thing needs to be put down.” Henry said with a hiss. “That thing wouldn’t have attacked if you would’ve listened!” Draco said. “Careful with that mouth boy.” He said. “I tried to warn you.” You said with a frown before noticing a Demiguise. “Newt how long has your case been unlocked?” You asked. “I’m not sure why?” You asked. “Dougal is in a tree.” You said. Newt sighed and walked over to the tree. “These pests are a nuisance.” Your father grumbled. “These 'pests’ are amazing and if you had half a mind you’d see that!” You snapped. Your father scowled at you and seemed to gear up to hit you before a cane stopped him. “Touch her and the ministry will find out about your deeds Henry.” Lucius warned. Henry scoffed. Your sisters came outside to see the commotion along with Narcissa. “You will do no such thing” your father said. “He can, and he will if he has evidence.” Joanna said. “Shut your mouth–” “No! We have dealt with this enough Father! We’re done!” Marie snapped. “Get out.” Lucius said. “If I do, this is off.” He threatened. No. No no– “This is out of your hands Henry. I’m the one that officially initiated the engagement I’d have to be the one to call it off.” Draco said, putting a protective arm around you. “Boy, you don’t–” “Touch him and I will return nineteen years of favors, GET. OUT.” You snapped making everyone surprised. He shook his head. “I am your father–” “You are a monster. There is a difference. I won’t tell you again. Leave.” You said. He scoffed before calling after your step mother. It ended with a loud slam of the front door making you take a long breath of relief. “It’s over!” Joanna gaped. “Are you alright?” Lucius asked. “I am now.” You said looking at Draco. He kissed your head and Thomas sighed. “We approve.” Phillip finally said. “That’s what it took?” You asked. “Yes, you passed, congrats.” Thomas said. “…Thank you?”

Ultimately they decided not to do the traditional thing and separate you, you both spending the rest of the time together. However there was a strict “NO SLEEPING IN THE SAME ROOM” thing going on. It ultimately resulted in you sleeping in a room with your sisters. You wanted actual peace though and still snuck out, Draco doing the same. You both looked at the stars until both of you fell asleep. “Where did they go!?” Narcissa asked. “Found them.” Lucius said motioning to you asleep against Draco. His arm was wrapped around you and your Niffler was on his lap asleep. “… We’re using this against them later right?” Narcissa asked. “Oh most definitely.” Lucius nodded.

You were woken up, forced to change into the dress you all decided on before Marie did your hair. “Any last thoughts?” You asked. “Yes. Keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll be just fine.” Joanna said with a smile. You nodded and Marie used the last hair pin. “You’re all set.” She said. You sucked in a breath and nodded. Narcissa left to get Lucius. “I’m getting married.” You realized. “To Draco.” Joanna said. “Who loves you.” Marie reminded. Lucius opened the door and smiled. “You look beautiful.” He said softly. You smiled and took his arm. “Thank you.” You nodded. You swallowed down your anxieties. “Any advice?” You asked. “We’re all fools in love.” He quoted. You rose a brow as your siblings walked out.  "was that… Pride and prejudice?“ You asked. "Indeed.” He said with a smile. You walked forward to the door outside and your heart pounded. “Are you prepared for what’s to come?” Lucius asked. “…No. but when are we ever?” You asked. Lucius nodded and the doors opened.

The air hit you and Draco stood ready, waiting for you to walk out. When you actually did Thomas was pretty sure he was going to pass out. “Holy. Shit.” He mumbled. The Reverend eyed him and he cleared his throat stating at you. Lucius walked you to the end with a smile. “Today I’ve gained a daughter.” He said. “Thank you father.” You said making his smile wider as he sat next to Narcissa. You looked at Draco and he smiled. You didn’t even hear half of whatever the Reverend was saying. You both said your vows, sliding on the silver bands that represented the union. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” He said. Draco kissed you with a smile.

Not a single soul was there with a straight face, all of them smiling. This love was pure and lovely, simple and plain for all to see. The coming years would provide interesting times, Newt’s passing being a strange one when his suit case was left to you, as was the little bowtruckle known as Pickett that never left your side. When you had children they learned from what you did, breaking off from tradition as time passed. You sat in the study reading when your youngest daughter walked in. “Yes darling?” Draco asked making you look up. “For a school project I have to tell the story of my family so…” She sat down next to you. “….How did you two meet?” She asked. You and Draco exchanged smiles.

“That’s a funny story…”

Draco : I just ended a four year relationship.

Y/N : oh I'm so sorry, are you okay?

Draco : Hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine. It wasn't my relationship.

*Harry and Ginny Fighting In the Gryffindor Common Room*

prefect duties | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : Snape asked Draco to watch over you in detention

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, degradation (just a lil), praising, dom!draco, choking kink, mentions of alcohol and weed

word count : 4.1K

It was a Friday night, a party blasting through the Ravenclaw tower, yet you are stuck inside the cold palace of the potions classroom, serving detention for Snape. 

Earlier that day you had agreed to help the Weasley twins with their prank, but unfortunately, it had gone wrong. It is not often that the three of you would get caught since you always think the plan through, but since you were in a hurry the prank ended up sloppy. Don’t get me wrong, you successfully pulled the prank– you just didn’t successfully get away with it. The twins, however, got away– slipping into one of the secret passages inside the walls of Hogwarts, you weren’t so lucky. 

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Dandelion, Dandelion

Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader

When I was a little girl, my mama said to me

“What’s your favorite flower, darling? I’ll get you the seed”

I said “Dandelion, Dandelion, ” that one’s so pretty

She said, “Child, that one’s not a flower, that one’s just a weed”

Summary: Draco has always tormented you for anything and everything. One summer you cut your hair off and get a bit better at spells and Draco has no idea what to do with you now and you have no idea what to do with all this new attention. 

A/N: Hello my darlings! This is a request from @darcypottah​ and now that it’s fleshed out a bit more, it will be a series, each part is going to be a school year (starting in the Goblet of Fire) or a summer between (the summer chapters will be shorter obviously) following the thread: A Hufflepuff!reader dating Draco and they get split up because Draco has to do something for Voldemort and doesn’t want the Hufflepuff!reader getting in the way. But eventually, they will get back together. Welcome to over 8,000 words because I have no self-control and this is the best thing ever not lying. It’s got everything and anything under the sun. Love you guys and as always let me know what you think!!

“Go ahead, run back to your friends,” He sneered. “I don’t see why they even let you into this school if you’re not going to do a spell,”

I hung my head, my long hair covering the hurt on my face as I rushed down the hall away from him.

Draco Malfoy. The most malicious kid in my year and a Slytherin no less. So, he thought it was acceptable for his taunts against me and my house. Not like I chose to be Hufflepuff. Not that I hated it either, I loved my house and my friends and everything we stood for… but why did it have to be me that he singled out?

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My Type

(Hufflepuff!*)Reader X Draco

Fourth Year

There was a time when I was alone

Nowhere to go and no place to call home

My only friend was the man in the moon

And even sometimes he would go away, too

Summary: (Original request form @darcypottah​) The events of the summer between fourth and fifth year unfold and you find yourself at Malfoy Manor more than you expected. 

A/n: Okay, so I might have said that these summer ones would be shorted, but that was before I started writing it… so yeah it’s like 10k words. But every one of them is so cute and ugh, I’m in love you guys. It’s got fluff, it’s got angst, it’s got magic, what more could you want? Let me know what you think!! Also see the end note for some thoughts from me and my posting schedule!! Love y’all so much 

“Malfoy?” My mother asked. “You want to go to Malfoy Manor?” She was trying very hard not to yell at me and I could tell as I bit my lip and looked down.

“Draco invited me,” I argued weakly. “He… um.”

“He what? He’s tormented you for three years Y/n. And now you want to go to the lion’s den?” Her voice was raising as the invitation in her hand fluttered about with her spastic movements.

“It’s not like that mother,” I insisted. “He’s… you wouldn’t understand,” I shook my head, wrapping my arms around myself defensively. “No one understands.”

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Draco x reader

He is obsessed with reader and just follows her around and does anything she ask and she just knows she have him wrapped around her finger

Hmmm... I tried

"Hi Draco." Y/n said sweetly as she walked to her seat, her yellow tie tied messily.

"H-hi Y/n! Do- do y'need help fixing your tie?" Y/n laughed softly and nodded. "That's very nice of you, Draco." She smiled at him and let him get to work on the tie.

When he was done, he laid the tie gently over her sweater and let her tuck it in. "I-is there anything else you need help with?"

Y/n shrugged. "Um, I can't think of anything right now, maybe later." Draco nodded. "Oh ok. I'll be here if you need anything, anything at all." He smiled, a small blush covering his features in the cutest way.

Moments later, Y/n accidentally hit her pen off ber desk. Draco immediately ran to help, picking it up and placing it neatly on her desk in a flash. Y/n turned and smiled at him, going back to her work.

Draco followed Y/n around like a lost puppy for the rest of the day so that whenever she needed help, he'd be there to do it.

Y/n and Draco were doing homework together in the library, working on Potions. Y/n was trying to finish her essay on the effects of the Polyjuice Potion. "...if you brew the potion correctly, and add a hair of the person you wish to change into, you can turn into- no, that doesn't sound right. What's a good word for that?" Draco's head shot up. "Become?" Y/n let that process in her mind for a moment before nodding. She smiled.

"Thank you, Draco, you're the best." She leaned in and kissed his cheek, leaving him a blushing and stuttering mess.

Obsessed

Summary: Head canon of Draco having a tit kink.

Warnings: Smut. Tit kink, titty fucking, nipple play, tit sucking, just tits.

a/n— I'm literally 12 followers away from 300. GET ME THERE.

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Draco with a tit kink:->

Draco Malfoy is a tit guy, always has and always will be, even though he loves every part of you equally, boobs come first.

He loves the feel of them in his hands, soft and smooth. How they fit perfectly in his hands.

Sometimes you would have your back turned and he'd come behind you and just give them a rough squeeze.

They're almost like his stress ball, you would often find his hand tucked beneath your shirt, massaging and kneading your breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples inbetween his fingers.

Him randomly pulling your shirt up and your bra down to suck on your tits.

He loves seeing them painted with dark blue and purple hues, that he made and his hand print on them from slapping your breasts.

The way he would accompany each one of his sucks and licks with the thrust of his hips.

Let's be honest, he has ruined almost every one your bras, just because he was too impatient to unclasp it.

Nothing is more satisfactory than seeing them fall out of their restraints.

But he is thankful for the fact that you don't wear bras at night, so he can just play with them anytime he wants during the night.

Uses your boobs as a pillow.

No matter the position he will always play with them.

Missionary: Just bend down and suck on your nipples and bite the soft skin of your tender breasts. Squeezing them and also slapping them as he pounds your pussy.

Cowgirl: Fucking loves to see them bounce up and down as you ride him. Fucking your tits with his mouth and hands.

Doggy style: Will use your boobs as support and knead them as he would slam his cock into you from behind.

Also is addicted to seeing his cum spread over them.

"Where does my baby, want my cum?" He said as his thrusts became sloppy inside of you, "On my tits, daddy" you reply. Draco let out a loud moan, instantly pulling out, stroking his cock hard and fast and spilling his cum all over your chest.

Or him face fucking you.

"Fucking, cock slut. Sucking me off so well" Draco groaned as the bobbing of your head got faster, flicking your wrist and hollowing your cheeks more. "Want me paint your tits with my cum?" Draco panted as he thrust his hips into your mouth. Pulling your mouth off him, ropes of hot thick cum would land on them. His cum dripping down from your boobs to your stomach.

He just can't go by more than a week without fucking them.

To him nothing his better than the feel of your beautiful tender breasts squeezing his cock.

"Yes, that's it. Atta girl. Keep doing that. Keep fucking my cock on your chest"

The tip of his cock constantly hitting your chin as he bucked his hips, fucking his cock in the space between your boobs as you held them together with your hands, looking up at him with doe-eyes. "Fuck, gonna cum all over your pretty little tits"

In conclusion, Draco Malfoy is obsessed with your tits.

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Body Mind Soul

Summary: A relationship with Draco where he is overprotective and possessive.(Requested)

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff; it's a little bit of all. Violence. Possessive and protective Draco, losing v-card, innocence kink.

a/n: this is loosely based on maddy and nate's relationship minus the toxic & abxsive parts.

NAVIGATION

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It all started that night. Draco was wandering the halls, the stars brighter than ever, moon shining,the sky pitch black.

He was mesmerized by the night sky, it always drawed him in.

That's when he heard it, a slight whimper. It surely didn't come off as a good thing. Inspecting it further, he went into the direction he heard it coming from.

A girl was pressed harshly against the wall, from a distance you could see that she wasn't comfortable. Her small arms trying their best to pry the boy away as he continued kissing her neck against her will.

"Please" she cried.

Now Draco Malfoy was not a very compassionate person, but when he saw that it was her, his blood boiled.

Y/N.

He suddenly had the urge and need to be protective of her, she was innocent, naive. And also came from a very well known family. She was the most popular girl in school. But that also came with a whole lot of unwanted attention, which she didn't know how to deal with.

Without any hesitation he stormed off towards him, pulling the boy off her at once, his back colliding with the wall.

"Mal-"

He couldn't complete his sentence as Draco roughly kicked him. Then grabbing the back of his neck, and punching him over and over again. Until he didn't know the difference between the blood of his hand and the boy's face.

"D-Draco, s-st-stop" he heard her sob from behind, immediately letting go of the boy. That when he became aware of how violent he had become, and that not what Y/N needed right now.

"Here's what you're gonna do, you are going to Dumbledore tell him what you did, and not mention me at all, alright?"

The boy nodded.

"Good" said Draco slapping his cheek.

She stepped back as Draco walked towards her.

"Hey, it's okay, you're safe" he said calmly, putting his arms on her shoulder, she buried her face in his chest, crying softly, while he rubbed her back, comforting her.

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That was how it all started.

Draco and Y/N.

She was his,and no one even dared to touch what was Malfoy's

He would be sure to make the other one suffer if anyone even looked at her wrong.

He would protect her at all cost, from everyone, from everything.

His girl, Draco's girl.

One day when she was walking by a random boy had the audacity to call her out, had to audacity to comment on her skirt.

To simply put it he payed for it very dearly.

That day Draco had decided to never ever let her walk the halls alone.

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She was too pure for the world.

And maybe even for him

It was a truth well known that Draco was the biggest player at Hogwarts, fucking girls left and right.

She on the other hand was a virgin.

He almost lost his mind when she told him this on their very special date.

"You're a virgin?" He asked.

She nodded timidly.

"So are you sure you want this? We can wait, there's absolutely no rush. I want you to be comfortable. We can wait" he said, but on the inside he was burning, burning with the desire to ruin her, to destroy her.

He was the only one allowed to do that.

"Yes, I only want it to be you. I want you" She said looking up at him with doe eyes.

That's when be lost it, he growled as he grabbed her waist, colliding her lips with his, kissing her hungrily.

He nipped at the soft skin of her neck, marking her as his.

Only his.

His hand quickly unclipped her bra pulling it off, immediately sucking her nipples hard, as she moaned beneath him.

He undressed himself as quickly as he could, but asking for her permission before taking off hers.

His breath hitched as he saw her pussy, wet and throbbing only for him. He bent down, draping her legs over his shoulder, and licking hard long stripes up her clit.

"Dray" she moaned as he continued eating her out mercilessly and skillfully.

"Are you sure?" He asked again, she nodded eagerly and bit her lip.

She wanted needed it to be him, the one who always is there for her, always has her back.

She loved him.

He loved her.

Draco positioned himself at Y/N's entrance, stroking his cock up and down.

She gave him yet another nod as he slowly pushed inside, she gasped, digging her nails into his skin.

"Fuck" he grunted as he felt her walls clenching around him, tears filling her eyes, wincing in pain.

"Want to stop?" He asked

"No, move" she replied.

He started to pump into her slowly, letting her properly get adjusted. Trying his absolute best to resist the urge to fuck her into oblivion.

His thrusting would soon get faster, pounding into her pussy. His cock disappearing into her cunt over and over again.

"Please, faster" she begged.

He couldn't hold back anymore, he thrusted into her violently fast, digging her into the mattress, fucking her aggressively.

"Draco!" She screamed as he pounded harder.

"You're all mine, hmm" he hummed as he thrusted into her pussy.

"A-all yours, I- I'm" She stuttered as he kept pounding into her recklessly.

"Cum for me, show me that you're mine"

And she did, she came for him. Her body trembling, small whimpers leaving her lips, she brought Draco to his orgasm with that. He spilled his cum inside her, emptying every last drop, making sure that she took all of him.

-

She was his.

He was hers.

Body. Mind. Soul.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘.

pairings: childhood bestfriend!draco malfoy x fem!reader, malfoy!male oc x fem!reader

warnings: angst on draco’s part, draco is pining over reader for years, jealous!draco, reader is quite clueless, draco is in denial about being friends with a girl (at the start), and inappropriate language.

summary: draco had found solace in you and his valued friendship; he was fortunate that you were his best friend and that you were extraordinary and lovely, the polar opposite of him. he didn't realize he had feelings for you until you admitted that you like his older brother, and he had to endure years of longing until he eventually had enough of seeing you in his brother's arms.

author’s note: i suck at summaries but enjoy! not proofread btw, i was lazy. do not translate or paste this on another platform strictly everything belongs to me, do not claim it as yours, do not plagiarize, thank you.

word count: 5.5k

WHEN DRACO WAS six years old, he met you. He was accustomed with your parents since they frequently visited the manor—your mother and Narcissa were good friends throughout their Hogwarts years—but he was unfamiliar with you. Draco was definitely aware of your existence; he would have heard about you in the drawing room, where his mother and yours would drink tea and discuss a young girl named Y/N.

His mother would brighten up and signal him to come closer when he entered the drawing room to fetch some cookies. She'd remark on him meeting a girl his age, and your mother, with a radiant grin, promised to bring you once she came back to the manor. Draco was first dubious; he didn't want to be friends with a girl, so he scowled as his mother gushed about how pleased she was for him to meet you.

He was irritated by that. Draco was averse to meeting new people and forming friendships with them. He desired to be with his father and older brother, Atlas. Despite the fact that Atlas was only eight years old, their father was employing a slew of tutors and trainers to prepare him for his role as the Malfoy family's eldest heir. Draco also preferred to be prepared like his brother rather than be probed by someone far worse, a girl who would most likely chat about dresses and tea parties.

He'd form hundreds of conclusions about you before even meeting you, making plans to despise you. Draco was so apprehensive of your parents returning to the manor with you that he'd begged his mother to let him and his brother play quidditch to avoid meeting you. It was a stupid decision that he profoundly regretted.

“As beautiful as ever, my dear, like a princess.”

When your parents and you, as a youngster, came to visit the mansion, his mother said that to you. Your mother placed a hand on your lower back to nudge you into Narcissa's waiting hands when you clung to the hem of your mother's skirts, looking bashful and nervous. You approached his mother with trepidation and cautious steps, who kissed your cheeks and pinched it, marveling at how adorable you are.

Draco was taken aback when he found himself agreeing with his mother. His mother would generally read a story to him and Atlas about princesses and princes, so he was well-versed about the subject. Princesses were characterized as elegant and lovely, constantly dressed in exquisite gowns and smiling with delicate grins. You were a natural match for the princess character.

You were dressed nicely at the time, your cheeks were delicate and flushed, yet despite your timid demeanor, your stance was elegant. Draco had seen a lot of girls his age since his parents would go to gatherings and he'd meet young girls who wore dresses and clung to their mothers, but he was certain you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. But he wouldn't say it out loud.

You smiled shyly at him at the moment, uncertain but with an encouraging grin from Narcissa. You spoke to him, your voice gentle and sweet, and offered him your name. Draco gave you an unimpressed look at first, almost like he still didn't want to be friends with you. He didn't bother to mention his name back, which made you frown; he could see his mother giving him a warning look, but his brother may have rescued him before he could speak forcefully.

Draco would have eventually regretted that, but he didn't realize it at the time because he was only six years old and refused to be friends with a girl, no matter how pretty she was.

“Hello, Y/N,” Atlas said kindly, tenderly staring at the girl. “My name is Atlas, and I'm Draco's older brother.”

You'd suddenly brighten, your eyes gleaming as you smiled at Atlas, maybe relieved. Draco's mother gave him a disappointed look, but the six-year-old Draco didn't seem to mind. He wanted to play quidditch and had a nasty desire to make you feel left out, but he couldn't since he couldn't find someone to play with. Atlas was busy entertaining you, and he seemed to stick by your side like a bloody leech the entire time.

When Draco was obliged to sit down in the drawing room with his mother, your mother, you, and Atlas, he sulked and a scowl tugged at his lips. You were eating cookies, practiced and lovely, despite your age, you ate like a well-mannered woman, and Draco was studying you, looking for flaws, even watching you as you drank milk, hoping you'd spill it on your lovely dress, which you didn't.

Atlas would allow Draco engage his talk with you, and Draco was obstinate, glaring at you and dismissing his brother with crossed arms. Atlas was amused and merely shrugged before carrying on with your conversation, while Draco sulked and tried to find something other than you to gaze at.

When his mother observed him peeking at you, she discreetly murmured, “You should talk to Y/N. She's your age and a lovely young girl.”

Your mother smiled slightly when she heard what his mother said. “Y/N was delighted to meet you and hoped you'd become wonderful friends.”

Your round, sparkling eyes widened and you flushed at what your mother said, so you stopped talking to Atlas. Atlas chuckled and fidgeted with the ends of your hair where he sat beside you. Draco frowns; he had no idea that you and his brother were already friendly, but Atlas had the ability to be friends with anybody.

Draco considered it for a moment before reluctantly agreeing, and he began a conversation with you, and he could see your mother and his mother smiling at you guys, and Draco resisted the urge to sigh, and he felt invigorated seeing your beaming smile, despite being nervous, the entire day you and Draco chatted, and his mother suggested that he tour you around the manor, and Draco agreed, and he toured you around with Atlas.

The first thing they did was walk out into the backyard, where the grass was lush and lovely, and there were three brooms laying on the grass that their house-elf had forgotten to discard, but Draco knew he had left it there because he had wanted to play with Atlas earlier. You gazed about, carefree, and made a point of staying near to Draco and Atlas. Suddenly you noticed the broom and stared at it curiously.

“What is that?” you asked cautiously, your voice full of astonishment.

Draco was staring at you as if you'd sprouted two heads. “You've never heard of broomsticks?”

You were embarrassed and unsure of yourself; perhaps you had a flaw at the time. “Am I supposed to know?”

“Of course—”

“No, not really,” Atlas chuckled softly at what you asked as he regarded Draco warningly. “It's an item of quidditch equipment.”

“My father told me about quidditch,” you responded, a flicker of recognition flashing over your face. “However, I'm not sure whether I really fully comprehend it…”

Atlas reassured you, “It's nothing to be embarrassed of.”

Draco frowned as he stared at you, thinking it was something to be embarrassed of. Quidditch is such a popular sport in the Wizarding World and he recalls visiting matches with his brother and father, but he wasn't shocked because he believed quidditch was only known by boys.

He groaned and rolled his eyes, thinking that if he had friends, they should at least be familiar with quidditch. They then proceeded to the corridor, which was lined with about a hundred paintings of the Malfoys and their ancestors. You had stood there in wonder, talking just then and now, while Draco would respond boredly and Atlas would respond compassionately.

It was humorous because you were enthralled by everything you saw. When you and Draco followed Atlas into the dark corridors, you appeared like a doll, eyes wide and posture upright. Atlas strolled ahead, gesturing at the portraits and paintings as if he were a tour guide.

They then proceeded to the kitchen, where buslings house-elves were busy preparing meals, making tea, and generally preparing food. Before beginning their work, they greeted you three. One house-elf approached the three of you, with enormous, tennis-ball-like green eyes, a pencil-like nose, and long, bat-like pointed ears. Draco noticed your beaming smile at the house-elf.

“That's Dobby, our house-elf,” Atlas said, grinning. “He has been with us when I was six, like Draco's age.”

As you gazed at Dobby, your smile was gentle and kind. “Hello, Dobby; my name is Y/N.”

Dobby's eyes widened as he glanced at you. “Miss Y/N, Dobby is delighted to meet you; are you friends with both Mr. Malfoys, miss?”

You looked hesitant for a moment, casting a fleeting glance towards Draco before averting your gaze. Atlas placed a hand on your shoulder, possibly sensing your apprehension, and he was about to speak when Draco interjected, surprising both Atlas and you.

“Yeah,” Draco answered grudgingly.

You flashed him a shocked look while he just shrugged at you, ignoring your smile, and the delightful friendship began.

When Draco received his Hogwarts letter, the first thing he did was write to you, demanding that you visit the Malfoy manor. Draco was a demanding child even at the age of eleven, and you were the polar opposite, a gentle and lovely personality that his mother and your mother would admire for the balance of your friendship.

When you and your mother arrived at Draco's house, he questioned, “Did you receive yours?”

You enthusiastically nodded. “I did,”

Draco recalled you two sitting in the garden with a blanket on the grass, as he asked Dobby to get it for you so dirt won't stain your skirt. As you ate cookies, orange juice, and other delicacies on the mat, you talked about Hogwarts and how pleased you were to finally attend the school that your parents admired.

You stated that moment, eating on cookies and glancing over the garden, “Atlas told me Charms would be fun. I think it is easy for him since it is his favorite subject.”

Draco rolled his eyes and frowned at you for a while before tucking into some candies. “Charms is boring; potions is far more exciting.”

“It's because you had your Uncle Sev tutor you before you even went to Hogwarts,” you replied, laughing, and Draco agreed.

You offered him a sly grin. “I'm guessing you're going to join the quidditch team?”

“Of course,” Draco said, as if it were self-evident. “But first years can't try out yet,” he grumbled, “so I'll have to wait till my second year.”

You inquired, “What house do you think you'll be in?”

Draco gave you a mocking glare that made you pout at him. “Honestly, your questions are so obvious,” he said. “Of course, Slytherin.”

“Your entire family is Slytherin,” you added, your voice filled with astonishment and awe.

Draco was smug because of your voice. “Obviously, Slytherin is the best house; it'd be a pity if you were placed in another.”

You frowned, and Draco felt a pang of remorse inside him. “Atlas promised me that whichever house I'm in, I'll do great.”

Draco had to fight the urge to frown. You trust anything that comes out of Atlas' mouth, and since Draco is your best friend, you should believe anything he says. Years passed despite Draco's obstinacy, and you became inseparable with one another. You and Draco grew closer since Atlas had his own friends his own age.

Draco would be lying if he said he despised your dependency on Atlas. His brother would take you under his wing and lead you through Hogwarts, he already knew. Draco would've been exaggerating if he stated his brother was unpopular, not only because he was a Malfoy, but also because Atlas was known as a handsome and friendly Slytherin. Atlas had a lot of love letters in Valentines when he was only twelve, and Atlas would write Draco letters about it, claiming he was entertained.

Atlas' letters would be about how aggravating and humorous he found the love letters addressed to him. Even though he was thirteen and in his third year, Atlas had yet to fancy a girl. Draco's older brother was very focused in class, on his academics, friends, and, of course, you. Atlas would write you a slew of letters about Hogwarts, including one in which he expressed his delight at the prospect of you joining.

“Sure.” Draco sniffed arrogantly, “But, if you want to be more successful, you must be sorted into Slytherin.”

Draco gazed at you for a moment, and saw you fiddling with the hem of your skirt with your little fingers. “Would we still be friends even if I'm not sorted into Slytherin?”

Of course, Draco thought without hesitation.

He'd met a lot of kids his age at gatherings and pureblood parties, but he'd never met someone like you. Because of his older brother Atlas and the fact that he was a Malfoy, kids normally draw close to him, but you weren't like that. Despite his frigid and domineering personality, you struck beside him with your decency and kindness, softening Draco's stubbornness. When his mother introduced you to him, he thanked her every day in his thoughts.

When his brother came into their line of vision, he was saved from replying. When you saw Atlas, Draco could see how your timid personality brightened. When Atlas sat next to you, messing with your braided hair, Draco groaned, and you swatted Atlas' hands away with a small grin.

Atlas asked, “What were you talking about?”

You shrugged, your gaze averted from Draco. “About the Hogwarts houses,”

His grey eyes shone brightly. “Are you excited? I'm entering into my third year, and there are some new subjects.”

“Yes,” you answered, your face beaming with delight. “But, I'm also nervous.”

Atlas grimaced before shifting his focus to Draco. “Don't believe anything Draco says; you'd be great there.”

“I didn't even say anything,” Draco muttered, attempting to avoid the frown that formed on his face every time he remembered your unhappy pout.

When you and Draco arrived at Hogwarts, he was already acting as if he owned the place, with Crabbe and Goyle flanking him, despite the fact that you were there alongside him, looking warm, lovely, and small. Draco had forced you to accompany him on the whole journey to Hogwarts, including the train, the boat, and the sorting ceremony.

Draco was sorted into Slytherin, much to nobody's surprise, and he was greeted in the snake pit with loud applause and a pleased smile from Atlas, who patted Draco on the shoulder as he reached the table with the greens. Draco began chanting Slytherin under his breath as if manifesting you in the Slytherin house as your name was announced, and Atlas looked to be muttering under his breath as he saw you sit on the stool.

As the hat yelled Slytherin on top of your head, Draco's chant must have been heard. When you met his eyes and offered him an enthusiastic smile, he found himself grinning like a fool. As you approached, Atlas offered you a quick embrace and a broad smile, which you imitated. You were meant to sit next to Draco, but he sat next to Crabbe and Goyle, and before Draco could swat them away to make room for you, a blonde girl approached you and offered to sit beside her.

The school years went by quickly, and while Draco and you were best friends, you had your own group of friends, all of whom were your roommates. You and Draco would talk in the common room or even the library in your spare time, where he would spit bitter words and complain about Potter and his goons, while you sat there disapprovingly.

Despite being a Slytherin, you were quite respected. Draco was aware of this; you were lovely, well-behaved, kind hearted, and it was a mystery to everybody how the sweet Y/N L/N could be friends with the arrogant young Malfoy.

Draco had a large number of friends. Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and the bloody fools Crabbe and Goyle, who were more like his bodyguards. Regardless of his friends, he'd always find his way to you, and you to him. At the end of the day, you'd be back beside Draco, talking and studying.

You fared fairly well in your first year, with high grades, following the lead of Muggleborn Hermione Granger, whom Draco despises wholeheartedly. You've become close friends with Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, and Tracey Davis, and you've spent a lot of time with them, but Draco has always made sure he gets half of your time.

Atlas was a busy student, but he found time to spend with you and Draco; he gave advice, which Draco ignored, annoyed that his brother was bothering both of your time, but you didn't seem to mind—of course you didn't, you were too pleasant—listened to Atlas' advice for class, making new friends, and even how to treat subject professors charmingly.

Atlas would occasionally invite you and Draco to his quidditch practice, and Draco would watch there, half-impressed by his brother's skills and half-annoyed that you were observing the procedure with such zeal. Draco, but on the other hand, was pompous about how you'd ask him questions and he'd answer them all effortlessly.

In your second year, the routine persisted. Although the girls and your friendship became closer, you still had time for your best friend. And you and Draco were finally comfortable as second years, he'd get into his ritual of complaining about Potter and you'd listen in, miffed, and Atlas was more keen to assist you guys, he was in his fourth year, skillful and intelligent as he was.

Draco was a part of the Slytherin quidditch team, and you assured him that you would attend every practice. And you went with Pansy, Daphne, and Tracey, watching in admiration as Draco showed off his skills despite only being a second year. He'd explain the basics of quidditch to you in the common room at night, and you'd listen intently, just like he would when you told him about the new books you were reading, and he'd listen with a slight smile on his face.

The third year came to a conclusion, and summer began. Draco, you, Daphne, Pansy, and Theo were all at your place. Draco couldn't care less about Crabbe and Goyle as Tracey stated she was in Italy and Blaise was in France. You were both fourteen at the time, and as the years went, Draco grew more protective, affectionate, and eager to be in your company.

As you talked and listened to whatever Pansy was babbling about, his head was laying on your lap and you were playing with his hair—normally he would loathe the notion of anyone touching his hair, but it seems you were an exception.

“I'm just fussing because it's bloody annoying,” Pansy grumbled. “He won't take the hint, despite the fact that I've already rejected him three times!”

Daphne smirked and cast a knowing glance at Pansy. “Perhaps because your rejection was unclear? If my memory serves me correctly, you merely left the poor boy alone at the Three Broomsticks with no explanation.”

Pansy locked her gaze on Daphne and crossed her arms fiercely. “How do you tell a boy who clearly fancies you that you're not fond of men in general?”

Draco instinctively smiled when he heard you chuckle from above. “Perhaps you should've just been honest?” you said softly, your voice gentler than Pansy's high pitched ones.

Pansy gave you a sidelong glance. She cynically remarks, “Not everyone is as lovely as you are, Y/N.”

“Watch your tone, Pansy,” Draco said lowly, not raising his head.

Theo said to Pansy while fiddling with his ring, his tone suggestive. “Rather than deceiving yourself into thinking you're interested in fake dating boys, you should just ask Tessa out.”

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. Tessa had been the Ravenclaw Pansy's crush since the beginning of their third year. Pansy was in denial; she merely made up excuses about how much she despises Tessa, so she could gaze at her across the room and seem to be glaring at her. You and Draco found it humorous.

Pansy snarled at Theo, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don't like her? She's an obnoxious Ravenclaw who thinks she knows more than the rest of us.”

“She is sorted into Ravenclaw for a reason,” Theo said, just to irritate Pansy.

As Daphne turned to you and Draco, Pansy and Theo continued to argue—mostly Pansy was annoyed, while Theo was laughing.

“Well, what about you, Y/N?” Daphne asked.

You sounded perplexed. “What about me?”

You got a teasing grin from the blonde girl. “Why haven't you agreed to any of the boys who asked you out in your first Hogsmeade last year?”

Draco bristled, and he frowned when he noticed your fingers had ceased caressing with his hair. He didn't like it when boys asked you out on dates or expressed interest in you. Because you were his best friend, he was protective of you, therefore he found himself paying great attention to what Daphne had to say.

If Draco thought you were beautiful when you first met at the age of six, you grew up to be even more gorgeous. You grew taller, your hair grew longer, and the outfits and dresses you wore became more fitted and flattering on you. It didn't surprise him that so many people liked you, yet it irritated him greatly.

“I don't like any of them,” you respectfully stated, and Draco sensed that you didn't want to talk about it any longer.

“That's because Draco here hovers behind Y/N like a black shadow and his glares and stares scare the shit out of the boys,” Pansy said, pausing her argument with Theo.

Draco only glared at Theo as he reluctantly sat up from where his head lay in your lap, while Theo gave him a knowing grin.

“Not to mention Atlas,” added Pansy.

Daphne is swooning. “He's so hot, I'm surprised he doesn't have a girlfriend yet.”

“The fuck,” Draco grumbled, strangely staring at Daphne.

Pansy giggled, and her face began to relax. “Look, I'm not a big fan of boys, but Atlas has this aura around him.”

Draco turned to you, hoping you weren't involved in Pansy's shenanigans, but you were blushing, much to his astonishment and horror. You were fucking blushing. Draco liked to assume it was because of the sunlight blazing down on your flawless face, giving you a beautiful sheen, but he knew he was wrong.

“He doesn't talk to a lot of girls,” Daphne expressed her displeasure. “What does it feel like to be lucky, Y/N?”

Your face flushed. “Lucky?”

Daphne shrugged her shoulders. “He only talks to you,”

Draco had no idea where this talk was leading, but he wanted to put an end to it. “Of course, Atlas is like her older brother already.”

He glanced at you, expecting you to nod and agree, but you remained silent. You were acting strangely, Draco could feel himself frowning.

“Older brother?” Pansy said, laughing as if Draco were an idiot. “I think it's rather obvious.”

“Yeah,” Daphne said, a thoughtful expression on her face. “And we'll be in our fourth year this year, so I think it'll be convenient.”

Draco spat, “Convenient?”

He received a look from the blonde girl. “I thought you were aware of your brother's stance on Y/N?”

Draco hoped he didn't know they were discussing what he was thinking about. Draco cast another glance at you, noticing you playing with the hem of your sundress, something he knew you did only if you were nervous or bashful, and Draco sensed you felt the former.

“Y/N?” Draco probed, his gaze falling on you. “What are they talking about?”

You were reluctant, but a glance from Draco prompted you to speak, albeit timidly. “Promise me you won't get angry?”

“Bold of you to think he'd be angry at you,” Theo muses, his mouth clamped to avoid a scowl from Draco.

“Well?” Draco said, his brows knitted.

Everyone turned to look at you; despite their teasing smiles, Pansy and Daphne offered you supportive nods, and Theo, like Draco, seemed intrigued and a little worried by your answer.

“I fancy Atlas.” You eventually answered, blushing and avoiding Draco's eyes, “Ever since I was in second year…”

The words pierced Draco's heart like a knife. He had no idea or was unaware of this, and while he should be pleased that you liked his brother rather than some other bloke, he was also enraged, why his brother?

Theo whistled lowly, “Low blow.”

“He's kind, appreciative,” you proceeded to talk about his brother, and while Draco admired your voice, he hoped you would just stop talking.

Draco didn't realize it at first; after all, he's your best friend, so he should know everything about you, right? But he was plainly mistaken. There was also a Triwizard Tournament in your fourth year. Draco complained about the silly competition again since Harry Potter was in it, and while you watched the first task, Draco continued wishing the dragon would eat Potter, much to your chagrin.

He could still recall how you blushed at the mention of his brother, and he resorted to observing you whenever Atlas was around. Draco adored your dazzling grin and bright eyes, but what made him devastated was the fact that Atlas seemed to reciprocate it as well.

There was a Yule Ball after the first task. Many students were ecstatic, but some were nervous—especially the boys—because dates were being asked, and some feared rejection. Draco was unconcerned about it; many girls had approached him in the halls and in class, and he had just ignored them all.

As they strolled into the courtyard, Theo asked, “When are you going to ask Y/N? For all you know, she may have already been asked.”

Blaise was busy looking for a date, while Theo had already agreed to accompany Daphne. And as the days passed, Draco began to yearn you; it took him years and a whack in the head from Theo for him to recognize he had feelings for you. His best friend.

It was silly of him to embrace these thoughts; he didn't want to jeopardize your friendship, but both Theo and Blaise were pressing him to ask you to the Yule Ball as a date, and Draco had been thinking about it since the Tournament was announced. He didn't understand why he was always worried about this; after all, he was Draco Malfoy, and something as little as this shouldn't bother him. But it wasn't a frivolous deed, especially because it involved you.

“Where is she?” Draco inquired, his brows furrowed in puzzlement.

Theo was about to say something but he stopped, almost falling as he looked ahead of him, and Draco looked at him with irritation, but Theo's eyes were wide and he was pointing at something across the space, and he looked like a bubbling fool with his mouth twitching open and closed, and Draco would have been amused if he hadn't turned his head to the direction Theo was pointing at.

“Holy shit,” Theo exhales as he regains his balance.

Holy shit indeed. You were in the courtyard, but this time with Atlas. And Draco could see what was going on, Atlas looked sheepish and like a lovesick idiot, and you were beaming with a bouquet of daisies under your nose, your favorite flower. Draco felt as if he were seeing a horror film, and he could feel himself becoming shallow in disbelief and even betrayed.

Draco did what he did best after that fairly dreadful display in the courtyard: he sulked. He didn't pay any attention to you, didn't let you tell him about your Yule Ball date, and Draco didn't welcome you with a hug every morning like he used to. Draco knew he was behaving childish by ignoring his brother, but it upset him to see that his best friend, whom he had feelings for, like his brother.

After much deliberation, Draco and Blaise chose to attend the Yule Ball without any dates, much to the astonishment of everyone since girls admired Draco and Blaise for their attractive looks, engaging personality, and background.

Theo, Daphne, Blaise, and Draco all went to the Yule Ball together—Pansy went with a Durmstrang student, which Daphne assumed was because someone had already asked Tessa and Pansy was envious. To everyone's amusement, Pansy, of course, denied it. You, on the other hand, were with his brother.

It was difficult to ignore you. Draco's gaze has been fixed on your form since you entered the ball. You wore a lovely gown that accentuated your contours, and your hair was groomed to perfection, as did the jewelries adorning your wrists, ears, and neck. You looked like a princess, Draco could feel himself swallow a bitter air.

He left the ball with a sour taste in his mouth and stepped outside, letting the snow kiss him on the cheek. He couldn't stand there and watch you have a good time, dancing and laughing while looking so lovely in his brother's arms. If he had been friendlier when he first met you, like Atlas, perhaps your perception of him would have been different, or perhaps it was because you just see him as a friend. Draco closed his eyes to drown off the thoughts.

“You didn’t dance.”

He turned around when he heard a voice speak from behind him, and it was you. Even in the dark, your cheeks were flushed from the exhilaration of dancing and the few sips of champagne, you shone brightly.

Draco bit the inside of his cheek with his teeth. He nearly sneered, “What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be dancing with Atlas?”

His tone made you frown. “I was hoping to dance with you.”

Draco was on the verge of rolling his eyes. “You have Atlas for that,”

“Draco, what's wrong with you?” you said quietly, biting your bottom lip, and his gaze followed your action unconsciously. “For the past few days, you've been avoiding me... did I do anything wrong?”

He wanted to reply, No, you didn't, you'll never be able to, but he never did.

Instead, he fixed his cool gaze on you. “For a long time, you never told me you liked Atlas,”

Your eyes lit up in realization. “It's about this, isn't it?”

“Of course it's about this,” Draco snarled as he approached you. “It's always fucking about this.”

You look down and Draco takes a deep breath and grabs your chin with his fingers, forcing you to gaze up. He stood near to you and his thoughts were at war; your lips were tempting, but he told himself he was upset at you, and he had to swallow his desire as he glared at you.

“You've been snapping at boys who get close to me, and I'm tired of it,” you began. “And now you're upset with Atlas, your brother, which I hoped would make you less protective of me and allow me to have my fun.”

“You just don’t get it,” Draco whispers. “Do you?”

“Get what?”

Draco exclaimed, releasing his fingers from your chin and moving away from you, “That I've liked you since the first time I met you,”

You gave him a shake of your head. “No, you despised me when you first met me,”

Draco rubbed his face with his hands, not looking at you, and said, “I was six years old for fucks sake. I had a hard time expressing myself to a girl. I wanted to despise you, believe me, I did.”

For a little while, the only noises you could hear were the cold wind blow and the background sounds from the ball. People were coming in and out, but they didn't notice or care about you and Draco, who were hidden in the corner.

“What about now?” you asked. “What do you want?”

Draco's hands were clenched. “Now,” he murmured, his voice low yet sure. “I'd want to kiss you.”

You were silent for a time before saying, “Then kiss me,”

Draco gave you a stunned expression before grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you. The sensation of your lips on his made him drunk on you, and his hands wandered to your waist, pulling you closer to him and sharing his warmth.

He pulled away first, hesitantly but he didn't let go of your waist. “What about Atlas?”

“I've been an idiot,” you said, staring up at him. “I just realized I've had feelings for you the whole time, and I simply convinced myself that I like Atlas. I just didn't want to jeopardize our friendship…”

“We're both idiots,” he said as he kissed you again, and this time Draco felt absolutely thrilled to finally have you in his arms.

𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕨𝕒𝕧𝕖//𝕕.𝕞

Draco Malfoy

Soulmate one-shot where everyone gets their soulmate's first words to them branded on their skin on their fifteenth birthday.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: angst, fluff at the end

MASTERLIST

-Ⰶ

What the bloody fuck is wrong with your face?

That was what was written on your blemish-free forearm, available for the whole world to see.

You groaned for the tenth time that day, face flushing pink. No matter how many times you had tried to scribble over the newly formed words with a Spell-O-Pen, the black ink always seemed to vanish when you weren’t looking, seemingly absorbed into the flawless calligraphy taunting you.

What a brilliant start to your 15th birthday.

Your best friend, Ron Weasley, shared your birthday and received his soulmate mark. He started cackling when he saw yours, the wording sending him into stitches. Unimpressed, you pointed out that his tattoo wasn’t located anywhere to the common eye, like the usual forearm marks.

And naturally, Ron panicked, claiming that he would be alone forever. Until you spotted words, scrawled in neat print on his armpit, spelling, And, you are?

That was how you and Ron found yourselves in thick jumpers in the middle of summer, managing to almost pass out during Snape’s lecture because of the heat.

As Snape’s monotone droned on, you began to not only feel unaccomplished but also bored out of your mind, and it was difficult to feel anything other than the scorching heat of your Gryffindor jumper. A slow migraine was starting to develop, and Ron didn’t seem to be having any better luck, with a sopping wet brow line and his pale skin matching his flaming ginger hair.

Yeah, it probably wasn’t the greatest idea in the world.

As you sat there, counting the agonizingly slow minutes until release, an impatient finger tapped your shoulder. You knew it was Ron, but the unbearable amount of stress and heat on your shoulders caused you to ignore your best friend’s hand. You tried to focus on any little thing, the way Hermione’s curls bounced when she scratched on parchment with her quill, or how Harry’s eyebrow twitched when he sneezed as he carelessly sniffed the lacewing powder.

The finger was still discreetly tapping your knee at an incessant pace, and you began to get quite irritated. Couldn’t he get the hint? How was he so unfazed about it?

“[y/n]. I need to itch my belly button.” Oh for goodness sake!

“Hush up, Ronald! Just focus on your work or something.”

A pause. The constant tapping resumed, as if Ron didn’t realize he was doing it and was on autopilot, moving his smaller appendage like the beating of his heart. “I knew we shouldn’t have done something like this. This is all your fault, [y/n]!”

You look up at his strained face incredulously, forgetting about Snape’s lecture. Ron was tapping at your leg forcefully now, and you had quite enough. Pushing him away by his face, you sneered, “This was your idea, Ronald, and a bloody terrible one at that!” you were enraged, how could he blame you on something that was his fault? “Because of you, we are sitting here burning-” your voice was rising incrementally higher, anger at everything; your situation, your bloody soulmate mark, Ron’s impudence, was fueling your words.

Ron’s face was slack, and slowly morphed into a panicked expression. His impossibly red face turned redder still, until he looked like a ripe cherry from a muggle farmer’s market. The bucket load of sweat slipped onto his face from stress wasn’t helping his situation either, and he constantly reached up to swipe the runny liquid from his face with his damned jumper.

You weren’t finished, fists clenched and shaking at your sides. Your anger was completely unreasonable, but the embarrassment of receiving a soulmate mark such as that, of your soulmate berating your face, made you livid. “And I am so sick of-”

“[l/n]!”

Snape towered over the both of you, his beady black eyes searing into your skull. His disapproving frown was etched onto his face, and you gulped, previous anger forgotten. Ron released a barely perceptible sigh of relief that you didn’t hear. You must have not realized Snape was even there, your rage-filled rant attracting the unwanted attention of the other students in the class as they watched you in confusion.

A pregnant pause ensued. You held your breath, hoping the punishment wouldn’t be too painful.

“Fifty points from Gryffindor.” A collective sigh of annoyance arose from the scarlet-clad members of the potions class, as Snape snapped his hands across Ron’s head. If you weren’t put in such a position, you would have laughed. Now you just felt like crumbling to the floor in a heap and bawling your eyes out.

He looked at you again, in confusion this time. “And remove your jumpers, both of you. I don’t want your performance in this class hindered by distracting clothing.”

Your eyes widened. No. No you wouldn’t.

If you removed your accursed crimson jumper, everyone would see your mark. You clenched your fists. This was unreasonable in more ways than one. You’d be known, not as [y/n], the best Gryffindor keeper of your age, but [y/n] the girl unworthy of her own soulmate. A few tears sprang up from your eyes.

Before you knew what you were doing, you sprang up from your desk and stormed out the door, not wanting to spend another moment in the classroom. You ignored Hermione and Ron’s calls, charging into the nearest girls’ lavatories.

You finally let your tears flow, hiding from nobody in the corner of the damp room. You covered your face with your fully clothed arm, not daring to remove the offending cloth to relieve your own body temperature. You would do anything to not see your mark of shame gazing up at you, and you had the uncontrollably odd urge to rip your own skin off.

What kind of person were you, that your own soulmate hated you? You felt pathetic beyond belief, and the thought alone caused you to sob harder. You felt your sweat roll down your chest, a tiny feeling of relief. At least you were out of the sweltering room.

A new anger settled itself in your heart. Something full of self loathing, self hate. Grappling with your tie, you managed to yank it off from underneath your jumper. Throwing it to the ground, you sat dejectedly on the linoleum tiles and cupped your face in your hands.

You were angry at yourself. How could you be so… so ugly that the person you were meant to spend your life with hated your fucking face? The urge grew stronger, and you had the morbid curiosity to claw your face off. At least your soulmate would have a reason to question your appearance then.

Peering up, you looked into the mirror. Mascara tracks slithered down your face like an eroded waterfall, and your hair stuck together, sweat clumping it up. Rubbing your face tiredly, you managed to smudge your eyeliner and strawberry lip gloss. You looked deranged, like you had broken out of an asylum you were imprisoned in for two decades.

The flash or rage came again as you let out a roar of frustration, hands slamming into the sink. The force of your upper body cracked the ceramic, slightly but still noticeable. The sink was crumbling, its old age not doing anything to help its mortality. Splinters of the white material were stuck in your hand, but you didn’t notice. All you saw was your face, and how the reflection of yourself glared into the mirror, as if you could wipe the pain and imperfections from your face.

And it wasn’t even your time of the month.

A squeak of a door from behind you shocked you out of your stupor. Whirling around, you saw a boy with straight platinum blond hair and startling blue-gray eyes. He was about a foot taller than you, and he looked annoyed, eyebrows furrowed as he gazed at your small profile shaking beside the sink.

It was Draco Malfoy.

The boy who had tormented your other three friends, who warned you to stay away from him. He was exactly as they described him, pale, aristocratic, his dark robes contrasting perfectly with his complexion. The green Slytherin emblem was stitched on his robes, and you felt confused by the mere sight of him.

He started forward, pushing past the door. There seemed to be nobody from behind him. He completely disregarded the girl’s bathroom sign and strode towards you, causing you to stumble back in fright.

“What the bloody fuck is wrong with your face?”

Pure white-hot anger shot into your system, making you forget your situation. Rude. “I could say the same about you, you albino mongoose!” You shrieked, moving to shove him away.

As you lunged forward, Malfoy caught your wrists. You gave a startled gasp, the momentum of your shove having thrown you into him. As he steadied you, you looked at your hands.

They were bloody, the pieces of ceramic from the sink having been lodged painfully in your joints. You winced as he scooped up your hands again with a tenderness that you hadn’t felt in a while, not even from Ron.

His long, pale fingers were almost translucent, and you found yourself frowning at them in curiosity. They seemed to be ghostlike, ethereal, a glowing undertone of mother-of-pearl under the masterfully-placed veins. His grip was gentle, as he slipped his grip from your wrists to your tiny fingers.

“No, I meant,” he stroked your palms with his thumb, a strangely intimate move for someone he just met. Besides being fascinated by the boy in front of you, you were weirded out immensely. “Why are you crying?”

You stared up into his stormy eyes. They softened, and he led you towards where your tie was laying, thrown to the ground by your antics. Realizing he wasn’t going to get an answer, he picked it up with his nimble fingers before sitting you down.

Pressing a thumb to his soft lips, his pink tongue darted out to lubricate it. You watched in fascination as he near painlessly removed the shards from your mangled hands. He was skilled, you could tell, his hands dancing across yours to relieve you of your pain. You briefly wondered why a boy as rich as him learned how to heal.

Reaching out with his finger coated in saliva, you winced loudly as he smeared it over the biggest wound on your thumb web. You hissed in a breath, watching as his eyes flicked up to meet yours for a dreadfully long second. His handsome face was set, as he seemed to ask for permission from you.

You gave him a barely perceptible nod. He smiled back. A lovely, caring smile that made your heart thump painfully in your chest.

He then pulled out his wand, a beautifully polished hawthorn one with two rings encircling the bottom. Running it over the wounds, he whispered, “Episkey.” You watched, mesmerized, as the skin seemed to see itself up painlessly, stitching itself together until the aching in your hand disappeared. You were stunned.

“How...” You mumbled, your eyes cautiously scanning your hands for other spots. Malfoy’s spit had vanished too, numbing your thumb web.

“I’m training to be a healer at St. Mungo’s.” You looked up to see Malfoy watching you carefully, kneading out your expression with a soft gaze. Why was everything pertaining to you soft?

“I...see. Thank you.” You seemed to have gained control of your voice. Malfoy smiled.

Then leaned closer.

And closer.

And closer.

Your breathing seemed to have halted in your chest. His breaths were shallow, smelling of apples and mint, a strangely pleasing combination. Instead of the expected pungency of cologne, you were struck with the soft smell of teakwood and pine, an earthy aroma that made you backtrack a bit.

He seemed to hesitate. Then reaching down, he tugged at the end of your jumper, pulling it up.

Oh. Oh no.

“No!” You exclaimed, snapping your newly healed hands to his, halting his movements. You involuntarily ran her fingers over his veins, and shivered. You were reminded of the entire situation in the first place, how you ran out of Snape’s class, had a bawling fest, and…

Met him. You met him.

Of all the days in your life, you had never met someone who struck a chord in you so profoundly after minutes of meeting them. Your body had seemed to memorize him, a strange connection like moths to flames ignited within you.

You looked back up at him shamefully, and found him smiling in amusement. His fingers slipped from yours and pressed against your hot forehead, startling you. Everything he did startled you. His touch was like static on metal to you, his presence was like hot chocolate and warm blankets on a winter day.

And you had just met him. This boy was affecting you like nobody had ever affected you before. Your emotions ran high, and you started trembling when his hands held either side of your face. As if both of you had done this before. Thousand times before. Like it was rehearsed.

He tilted your head, so your eyes met his. A blizzard, a tundra, swirled through his greys. While most saw bleak blue, you saw a paradise in his eyes. The color of steel, reminding you of so much stability. His euphoric eyes gazed at you with something you could only describe as adoration.

“I’m not ashamed, so don’t be.” His words were soft, gentle, like the breeze on a pleasantly chilly day. It took a moment for you to realize he said something, so you tilted your head.

“What?”

“Don’t be ashamed.”

Tilting his head to the left, your breath caught when messy handwriting- your handwriting- was scrawled onto his pale neck. Lifting a shaky hand, you placed it on his sculpted cheek. He released a soft sigh of relaxation, turning his neck further for you to see the tattoo.

I could say the same about you, you albino mongoose!

Wait.

Without wasting another minute, you seized the ends of your jumper and pulled it over your head. The fresh air welcomed you, as you sighed in bliss, throwing your jumper to the side to join your tie. Holding your tattooed arm out for your soulmate- it was so strange to say, soulmate- and watched as his eyes widened impossibly, pure happiness filling his oceans.

He cupped your face, hurriedly pressing his lips to your forehead, cheeks, and nose, peppering sweet packages of love to you, his quest to find his other half complete. His lips felt so right, as if you two had done this a million times. Both your laughters filled the small lavatory, your small arms wrapping around his waist as he nuzzled his face into your soft locks.

“[y/n]...” he whispered, your foreheads pressed together, and your heart almost burst, because nobody in the whole wide world could say your name as beautifully as him, and he was sure he felt the same when you replied, “Draco.” A confirmation. And you could stay with your Draco forever, you knew that, you wouldn’t leave for anything, because you love him, you love him, you love hi-

“[y/n]! My belly button still needs itching!”

You groaned. It would be a long day.

dating draco headcannons pleasee

𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

a/n: favourite blondie and tysm for requesting, p.s requests are open luv you, teddy

currently playing- forever favourite by t i y a

warnings- none i think-, suggestive thoughts at mos, i believe its gender neutral but there are mentions of the hips and waist? do what you will with that information

he's such a dashing boy i swear to merlin-

okay so starting of i know how he comes of as a idgaf and i don't show love to anyone but my mummy when i get tucked into bed

BUT if you tell me that he is not an absolute simp for you then i will come and find you cause baby you deserve the simp, even if it slightly resembles a ferret

but everyone knew before u oml. Blaze be tellin everyone but you. its giving "i know something you don't knoww"

bestie is smitten with you but he's so confident about it, like he knows you're into assholes who are simps for u

you get lots of advances, don't lie. Draco is usually very confident about you cause he knows he is the one. he is it

but obviously Malfoy has a jealous streak and i am here for it.

i think of him as to be morally gray, you always had a thing for those (remember kids this is only for fictional characters)

he loves you and he's gonna make it everyone's problem

attention whore Draco Malfoy all the way mfs. he just has to bask in your attention, its a need not a want

HIS WINKS. they are so adorable and it just opens up a zoo

his hands everywhere. thighs, waist, hips. everywhere.

just very touchy

okaokau his way of flirting will be so top notch, he'll will be the most massive flirt but i can see him also flirting w insults in the initial phase.

like a third year malfoy trying so hard to get you attention but not confident enough to fully just flirt

but most of the time people cant tell if you're flirting or arguing

yk he's always looking at you (when will it be my turn)

his go to would be the origamis and you would keep them cause they smell like his cologne

next comes the vibe, this man has the big dick energy oh my god. he gives the old rich boy vibes and you live to see him suits heheh

he literally could get you anything u want so miss you're pampered

fussy blond who needs you to keep him in check is the only way to describe it

quidditch matches. he looks so fine in them god help me

he may be a seeker but he's your golden snitch (get it, cause he's blonde, I'm funny okay)

steel those jerseys, its gonna be your last name anyway

he's so good u wish u could ride him like dat

would do you to your favourite song

*added to the friend group*

forget boyfriend material, he's husband material

falling asleeep om malfoy

𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to one of my favourite bois, the gif sounds like he's saying my favourite- requests are forever open luv, tiya

requested- yes

currently playing- forever favourite

warnings- none i think-

"don't fall asleep on me, darlin" Draco cooed

his voice oh damn the lord, it sounded so pretty calling you darling. you'd want to hear it roll of his tongue over and over again. just wanna play it on a loop.

even against his misguided words, he had his hand around you waist, letting you lean on him with your head on his chest. you could hear his pretty heart beating so quickly.

why was he so nervous talking to his friends huh?

he had gone back discussing something about Potter again. maybe that's why his heart was beating so fast. Him and his bloody Potter for Merlin's sake. it was as if he was in love with him.

pottah this, pottah that, potta breathes, potta looked.

Malfoy on the other hand was having a whole panic attack inside his head.

is she comfortable? where do i keep my hand?

am i comfortable for her?

their droopy eyes slowly closed and they'd gone to sleep.

draco malfoy couldn't even pay attention to whatever they were talking about, his favourite subject in the world was in his arms.

his world was in his arms.

jealous malfoy please

j e a l o u s y

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

a/n: okay so i'm kinda exited for this one. i took this out of something that happened when i liked this guy, though the last part is pure imagination because he's an arse and wont admit shit ,3. with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- unexperienced writer, suggestive lines in the end, not thoroughly edited

how could she sit there laughing and smiling so beautifully with him?

Draco Malfoy had no so gracefully hurt himself in quidditch, well atleast pretended very well to. As soon as he heard that you were in the great hall, he made up some ache so he he could find a peaceful place to rest with his teammates with absolutely no other intention in mind. ofcourse.

It was a lovley saturday and everyone was winding down from the extra classes to complete portions.

You were happy since a bit, a group of you were sitting in the great hall whiling away some time. You were sitting on a table with Fred on your right and Cho on your left. they were sharing food that they had stolen from the kitchen and having so much laughter and jokes shared between them, it killed Draco a little in the inside.

Draco was there, in the very same room as you.

don't look, don't look.

fuckin Weaselbee, she always talked about him, sat with him and everything, it drove him nuts. you were his, why didn't he understand that?

everyday we talked and it was us, no weasley or his gignatic forehead.

where did he pop up from?

everyone was dispersing, you were walking out the door when someone pulled you by your wrist. A hand pinned you to the wall while an other was on your waist.

oh fuck, you were done for

"could'nt even look at me love? did i fuck you that hard baby?"

Imagine Draco Malfoy Finding Out You Like Him

Draco: You? A Filthy half blood, like me? 

Y/N: Sighing “I’m a pureblood Draco you know this... And honestly I also don't know what I see in you.”

Draco: Hurriedly “No you can’t take it back now.” 

Draco turns around and starts shouting: “Y/N fancies me. She's asking me to go with her to Hogsmeade.”

Y/N: Facepalms “You know if you wanted to return my feelings and let other people know I'm taken, you can just say you like me too.”

Draco: But I have a reputation to uphold...

Masterlist!! (Mobile friendly)

These are in a timeline! I heavily recommend reading them in order. From The Hobbit to LOTR (Harry Potter stuff is probs going to be below my Tolkien stuff!

The Hobbit

Imagine Y/N being there when Thorin cuts off Azog’s hand in battle.

Incorrect quotes #3

Imagine Y/N being sent from the dungeons with Thorin to talk to Thranduil

Imagine Bard showing Y/N the black arrow.

Imagine hiding in the throne room when Legolas and Thranduil interrogate the orc.

Imagine breaking the dwarves out of the dungeons of the woodland realm.

Imagine Y/N being there when Tauriel saves Kili. (Not cannon to the Pethryn au)

LOTR

Imagine the reactions of the fellowship when Y/N took the blade for Frodo on Weathertop (Amon Sûl)

Imagine arriving in Rivendell with the fellowship.

Imagine Y/N sitting at the council of Rivendell with Legolas.

Imagine Y/N sassing Boromir at the council of Rivendell (Incorrect quotes #1

Imagine Legolas and Aragorn teasing you at the council of Rivendell (Incorrect quotes #2)

Imagine Y/N sitting at the council of Rivendell while everyone is arguing.

Imagine leaving Rivendell with the Company of the ring

Imagine Y/N giving the answer to the riddle at the doors of Moria.

Imagine Y/N being there when Gandalf gets captured by the Balrog in the mines of Moria

Imagine entering the woods of Lothlórien with the Company of the Ring.

Harry Potter (Golden Era)

Draco

Imagine Showing up in Third year of the Golden Trio Era (set up for later imagines)

Imagine showing up at the Dursley's house to pick up Harry(Pethryn au)

Imagine Being on the train with the golden trio and Remus Lupin. (Pethryn au)

Imagine Draco secretly wanting Y/N

Marauder Era

Sirius

Imagine comforting Sirius (X reader drabble)

James

Real or not real? (series James Potter X reader)

F1

Max Verstappen

I'm always funny, you're just not smart enough to keep up. (teaser)

Task Force 141

Ghost, Johnny and Kyle

Just a little turned around