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Rumor Has It | Draco Malfoy x Reader

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January 3rd, 1994. The Hufflepuff Dormitories. 9:17am. 

Penelope's hands hurriedly tried to flatten the heavy mass of curls resting on her flushed cheeks, having spent the last few months trying to hide them by a small potion she had created but she made a small mistake and had completely forgotten to bring some of the concoction back with her after the holidays. Eyeing her reflection in the mirror deciding to make her way downstairs to grab breakfast, making sure to take long strides to the Great Hall. Nervously walking into the hall with the frizzy curls bouncing around her face, running her ring cladded fingers through the tousled curls as the two familiar red heads made their way over to her with a cheeky grin on their faces. Penelope felt a grin making its way onto her face, slowing her movements down to make sure the twins didn't attempt anything on her, they walked over to her in almost perfect sync. Fred reached out ruffling her dark curls, letting out a whistle his brother following along, she smacked his hand away from her flustered face.

"Can it, Weasley."

"You look good, love." Fred chuckled, cheekily winking at her only making her already bright cheeks turn a shade darker, pushing past the tall redheads to make her way over to her green eyed boyfriend. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders her chest flush against his back, pressing her lips onto his freckled cheek. The blonde flushed a light pink, turning to face the curly haired girl cupping her face pulling her in for a soft kiss. All of the surrounding Gryffindors whistled and cheered for Neville, being the first time he initiated the first kiss unlike all the other times Penelope had done so. Pulling away from the boy smiling softly, turning towards her table nearly skipping over to her fellow Hufflepuffs, waving at Cedric sitting besides the tall dark haired boy. He leaned over to ruffle her curls as he offered the girl a warm bagel, who let out a soft smile at his actions.

February 18th, 1994. The Room of Requirement. 11:57pm.

Penelope thrust her wand rather harshly ignoring the small jolt of pain she felt in her shoulder blade, a stream of yellow lighting up the dark room making it's way over to her target sending Draco flying towards a mat. A grunt left his lips, standing up from his position on the floor his skin a light red from the blood rushing up to his pale face. She extended a hand out towards the white haired boy, his large pale hand grasping onto her letting her help him off of the mat muttering out a soft thanks. Patting his sweaty frame giving a wide grin, wiping the sweat off her face feeling rather worn out from the 3 hours of working out and helping Draco practice his dueling spells.

"Didn't know you knew wordless spells,"

"There's a lot you don't know about me. You're really good, Malfoy. I still don't know why you won't join the group." Penelope let out sincerely, setting her wand on the table next to the couch plopping down on spot besides Draco nudging him with her elbow. His features hardened, turning to face her his chest still heaving up and down from our intense session, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip.

"Potter is a part of that group, a leader nonetheless, I'd rather take orders from a ferret..."

"Is this your way of calling me a ferret, Malfoy?" Penelope grinned, feigning hurt turning towards the blonde whose face was sporting a light pink. He faced the dark haired girl an apologetic look etched on his features before relief washed over him as she let out a giggle, sending a playful glare at Penelope as she laughed even louder. Draco would never admit it but he considered Penelope to be one of his closest friends, as much as he wanted to think otherwise, the girl reached a part of him no one had reached before.

"You are cruel."

"You love it, Draco. Wanna head off now? It's almost midnight, " He agreed standing up from the comfortable couch, grasping the girls hand helping her onto her feet. She thanked him making her way over the dark oak door that appeared a few feet in front of her. Penelope waved her wand over Draco and herself letting their looming figures blend into their surrounding, opening the door slightly poking her head out to check for any lingering prefects. Jutting her hand out for Draco to take making their way down the cold corridor, the wind feeling nice on their sweating frames smiling softly as Draco shoved her shoulder playfully. Penelope smacked his shoulder leaning away from his touch making her way further down the hall, letting out a loud giggle as the blonde successfully wrapped his arms around her lifting her up into the air.

"You cheat," She stuck her tongue out waving her wand once again locking eyes with the reappearing pair of grey eyes, letting a smile creep its way up her face grinning wider as he gave her a smile back. Draco turned his head away from Penelope as blood rushed up to his cheeks, making his way to her common room the dark haired girl trailing beside him.

The moonlight streamed in from the windows showing off their giddy smiles, the sounds of laughter lingering in the evening. The pair of kids chased each other around making sure not to wake any of the sleeping picture frames, as much as they thought they had been quiet all he frames had woken up to the sounds of the girl laughing. All of the older wizards and witches looked over the abnormal pair, nearly fawning over the amount of happiness oozing from the pair as they came to a stop in front of the Hufflepuff common room quickly scurrying off to their portraits to not disturb them. A peaceful silence washed over Draco giving the girl a smile, letting his actions speak for him, bringing her into a large hug his chin resting atop of her curls. Penelope wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck the scent of his signature cologne and fresh pineapple filtered into her nostrils, tightening her grip on the tall boy.

"Thank you once again, for giving me a chance to be better. You are helping a lot more than I'm letting on, Davey"

"Thank you, Mal. That means a lot to me... I'll see you tomorrow okay? Same time. Don't be late," She pulled away from him, giving him a small wink patting him on the shoulder as she made her way into her common room. As the door shut behind her, she let out a small sigh waving her wand over herself muttering a spell to replace her uniform with a pair of pajamas making her way hurriedly to the dorm room. Draco made sure the girl had made her way into the room successfully before making his way down the hall, tucking his hands into his robe keeping a firm grip on his wand. The night had gone a lot better than the previous nights, he had managed to catch Penelope off guard and he had never felt so accomplished with himself. Draco only managed to get a couple feet before he had fallen to the ground his face slamming into the cold stone. Oh that is definitely going to bruise the blonde thought to himself, rubbing his cheek softly.

February 29th, 1994. The Hufflepuff Dormitories. 9:48am.

Penelope bit her bottom lip slightly, adjusting the length of her flower printed dress. The dress really showed off her curves coming to mid thigh flowing around her slightly, along with a brown purse displayed across her chest a pair of white shoes being the final touch to her outfit. Her curls framed her makeup covered face neatly, pushing the frame of her glasses further up her nose before hurriedly making her way down the stairs to meet her boyfriend in the Great Hall. Today was their anniversary, and they were planning on going to Hogsmeade and spending their evening there. The moment the curly haired girl had reached the Courtyard full of other students waiting for the clock to hit 10 so they could leave, she spotted her blonde haired boyfriend nearly running over to him.

"Neville!" At the mention of his name, he turned to face the direction of her voice the smile being wiped off his face entirely making her come to a stop. Neville's face flashed red, pushing his way through the crowd making his way as far away from the girl as possible stopping to meet to his friends a couple of ways from her. Her chest tightened the smile on her face falling, gripping onto her purse staring after the green eyed boy shifting her weight on the balls of her feet. Penelope brushed her curls away from her face looking around at all the familiar faces feeling a stinging sensation making its way to her eyes, blinking away the tears making her way out of the Great Hall but before she could get close to the entrance a hand wrapped around her small wrist. Her tear filled eyes locked with a familiar pair of grey ones, nearly bursting into tears but she only managed to let out a loud exhale. The sound of Filch's voice caught her attention, pulling away from the grey eyed boy making her way outside the hem of her dress fluttering around her thighs as she began making her way to the trail, trying to avoid the large groups of people. Draco practically had to sprint to catch up to the short witch, receiving odd looks from people around them. He came to her side, nudging her with his shoulder in an attempt to grab her attention.

"Petal... are you alright-"

"No. I can't even pretend that I am. Today is Neville and I's anniversary, and we were supposed to go to Hogsmeade together, but when I tried to greet him this morning he completely brushed me off. Did I do something wrong? Draco... I-I don't know maybe I'm overreacting-" Penelope's voice cracked feeling the warm tears run down her cheeks, wiping away at the tears rather hastily looking down at the floor. The blonde wrapped his arm around her letting her cry into his pitch black button up, rubbing small circles on her back holding her close to his chest. Her heavy breathing quieted down for a minute, clutching at his coat softly pulling away from him.

"Sorry about your shirt..."

"Petal, don't apologize. You are in no position to be apologizing. Would you like to spend this evening with me? I understand if you would want to go back inside, and I respect that-"

"I'd love to, Draco" The girl muttered out meekly, waving her wand at her face feeling her makeup become lighter and as crisp as she had done it in the morning. Draco took this chance to admire the small smile on her lips, jutting out his arm to the girl a grin making its way onto his face her arm looping with his leaning her head on his shoulder. He let her rest on him, feeling the morning breeze blow over their faces the scent of honey and cinnamon filling his nostrils as she nuzzled closer to him. The only sounds that surrounded the pair were the sounds of people chattering as they passed by them, and the loud laughter of the kids goofing around and trying to race each other to the gate.

May 26th, 1994. Hogsmeade. 11:29am

The cool evening air hit her rosy cheeks, her feet making her way out of the warm store full of enticing sweets. She let out a happy sigh, clutching her bag of treats closer to her side turning to face the grey eyed boy who had made his way over to her. Penelope flashed him a toothy smile, shoving him playfully making her way down the stone path. Her eyes scanned the pretty colors swirling with the pretty clouds, feeling herself relax as she watched the fluffy clouds float by. The curly haired girl was so entranced by the evening sky she hadn't noticed the large group of people making their way out of the Hog's Head pub. Before Draco could warn her, she had crashed into a group of 6 people sending her flying to the floor. A loud squeak left her lips, scrambling up from the floor her cheeks blazing red.

"Watch where you're going" At the harsh sound of a familiar voice, she turned to face Ginny who was helping Neville off the floor glaring at the small girl. Penelope clutched her bag of sweets, taking a step back eyeing her group of friends her heart physically breaking at the harsh looks they were giving her. She chewed on her bottom lip anxiously peering up at Draco whose face was stone hard and staring out at them, his hand buried in his pocket where his wand remained.

"I-I'm sorry."

"You have no reason to apologize. If you even think about laying a finger on her let alone look at her-"

"Draco it's okay. I'm sorry to bother, I'll see you guys later," At the sound of Draco's mouth starting to sputter more incoherent curse words at the group, she hastily grabbed onto his clothed arm and dragged him further away from the group. Her heavy breathing had quieted down significantly, subconsciously tightening her grip on Draco's sleeve leaning into his shoulder letting their quiet footsteps be the only sound in the woods.

"Is everything alright?" He murmured, letting his voice drift across the evening air looking down at the brunette beneath him. She nodded softly, letting her free hand grab a hold of the fence in front of her scanning the beautiful colors streaking the sky. It had only been 2 months since Neville and her had broken up, and she was rather conflicted on her feelings. She was heartbroken about her breakup but after spending so much time with the boy beside her she began wondering if she had started growing feelings for him. Penelope picked at the paint chipping off the fence, her heart beat racing trying to think of a way to ask the tall boy next to her a rather complicated question.

"Draco? C-can I try something?"

"Of course," At the mere murmur of his words she turned to face the blonde, cupping his chiseled cheeks and pressing her plump lips against his. His lips parted instantly, his body stilling as a million thoughts coursed through his mind. Draco's eyes fluttered shut reciprocating the motions of their lips moving together, tentatively wrapping his arms around her waist. The pair remained in their state of bliss for a moment, letting the bright colors light up the sky in front of them as they become one with one another.

That kiss had answered all of her questions. Those kisses she had shared with the green eyed boy felt so bland compared the blonde whose arms were holding onto her tightly. This kiss felt like an atomic bomb unlike the small fluttering in her stomach she usually felt after kissing Neville.

“W-what was that?”

“A kiss-”

“Penelope,” Draco breathed out keeping her a couple inches from his as he searched her eyes for an answer, trying not to get his hopes up. She sighed clamping her eyes shut as she felt her nerves overwhelm her.

“I like you. A lot more than I thought I originally did... I-I get it if you don’t feel the same way. I just had to get that off my chest,”

“Are you blind, Davey”

“A little,” Penelope mumbled playfully motioning towards the glasses framing her face, to which Draco chuckled at leaning in to rest his forehead against her, “why do you ask?”

“I figured you of all people would have noticed that I have had the biggest crush on you ever since I bumped into you and Potter at Diagon Alley. But, I never pulled a move because that’s not the kind of man I am. Now that you are no longer taken, and I know for a fact you won’t reject me.... would you like to go on a date with me, Penelope David?” Penelope felt a grin creeping onto her face nodding her head rather eagerly to the blonde, bringing the boy into a kiss, melting into his touch as he gripped her hips pulling her close. They stood there swaying back and forth as the spring wind blew through their hair, enjoying the peaceful silence as they finally had everything out in the open.

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Born too late.

-pairings: draco × reader astoria x reader

-summary: astoria fell in love with her older sisters best friend. Now she has to watch her fall in love with draco malfoy.

-warnings: very angsty, brief mention of sex, mentions of drinking, astorias pov

-a/n: this is my first one shot so please do give credit but be nice or I'll probably cry LMAO anyways it would mean a lot if you read it thank u lovey's

Born too late for you to notice me

I walked into the great hall for breakfast. I was late as usual but I couldn't get myself to care. Looking around for a place to sit I saw my sister and her friends laughing.

Daphne laughed the loudest, per usual, next to her Pansy was just snickering quietly with an evil smirk on her face. Aha, they're gossiping. In front of Pansy was Draco Malfoy quietly whispering something in her ear.

In her ear. Y/n Y/I/n. She was smiling at him. Her beautiful smile that seemed to be reserved for them only. Not once have I tried to become one of them. And sometimes they let me hangout with them. But mostly because she asks them to.

"Hey Daph." I said walking into the common room. There she was. My older sister sitting with her friends. She was painting her nails black, Pansy was reading in a magazine and YIn was working on a potions essay. "Hey Tori what is it?" "Can I hang out with you guys. I'm new here I don't have any friends yet." "Well then go and search for some." she exclaimed bored while poking her tongue out of her mouth. A habit she has when she's concentrating. "Oh come on Daph. She won't bother us right sweetheart?» YIn spoke softly. I looked at her nodding my head excited. "See Daph, let her hang around. Look how cute she is." She pouts while walking toward me and taking my face in her hands. I blushed a bright crimson red and my belly was fluttering with butterflies. "If you say so. Daphne rolled her eyes. YIn threw her arm around my shoulder and pushed me to sit next to her on one of the sofas when Pansy spoke up. "Have you heard about Pucey asking that Ravenclaw girl out?" But I could only concentrate on the gossip so much with YIn's arm still around my shoulder. My belly was full with butterflies that didn't seem to calm down and I knew my feelings for the girl had changed.

That was three years ago when I was in my first year. Now I'm in my third year and she's in her sixth year. I sit down next to my friends and they started talking immediately. But I wasn't listening. I was looking at her talking the morning away. With my sister. Because she's my sisters friend. And I'm just her best friends little sister. Nothing more.

To you I’m just a kid

Walking out of the potions classroom I saw my friends waiting for me. Today was friday and a Hogsmeade weekend just started. We planned to go shopping to finally get a break from school and homework.

So we walked down to the village. It was a warm summer day perfect to just relax.

“Where do you wanna go first?” asked my friend Layla.

“How about Honey Dukes?” I asked.

My friends nodded and made small noises of agreement so we made our way to the small sweets shop.

On our way there I saw my sister and her friend group. Y/n who saw us waved me towards them with her left hand.

She’s right handed why is she waving with her left hand?

In the next two seconds time stopped. Her right hand was holding Dracos. Gulping once I made my way over to them.

“Hey where are you off to?” Pansy asked with a small friendly smile.

I came to like her over time. Not as much as I like Y/n but I liked her. Even when she doesn’t seem nice she actually is when she’s around her friends.

“We were gonna go to Honey Dukes and you?”

“We need new Fire Whiskey. You know the last bottles are gone because your sister here likes to drink a bit too much.” Draco answered for Pansy.

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have a real reason to. I knew my sister liked to drink. I guess it wasn’t him but the hand he was holding. Shaking my head I composed myself.

“Could you bring us some we don’t have any ways to get it?” I hoped to look older. So she realises I’m not so little anymore.

“What no you’re just a kid. Tori wait a few years and we’re happy to help but you’re just too young now.” Y/n shook her head.

I rolled my eyes with a smile and nodded when she tousled my hair. I tried to make my smile look as real as possible. But when she walked away with her friends and Dracos hand in hers the only thing I could think about was what she said.

KidKidKidKidKidKid

That you won’t date

It was already late at night. It was saturday though so I wasn’t too worried that I couldn’t seem to fall asleep. And there was something or rather someone who kept me up. My thoughts were too occupied with her for me to settle down and fall asleep. My roommates were all soundly asleep in the beds next to me. I tried focusing on Laylas steady breathing to lull me to sleep. It almost worked. I was falling slowly asleep until my mind wandered and I thought back to the day before. Kid Kid Kid. I’m only three years younger. If she’d be thirty and I’d be twenty-seven no one would care.

I decided to take my book and go read in the common room. As soon as I closed my dorm door I heard laughing. But I only focused on one of that laughter. It was her laughter. I would recognise her laughter in a room with hundreds of people laughing.

I slowly started climbing down the stairs until I came to face the laughing faces and bright smiles of the whole group. Daphne, Pansy, Draco, Blaise, Theo and most importantly Y/n.

They were all sitting in a circle on the floor, Y/n on Dracos lap, in the middle an empty bottle fire whiskey.

“Toriii! Look guys my little baby sister’s here!” Daphne slurred.

Oh Merlin.

“Come sit with us.” yelled Pansy as if we were im different rooms.

“We’re playing truth or dare want to play?” Blaise chanted.

“I was just going to read my book.” I awkwardly held up my book to prove my point.

I knew I didn’t have anyone to prove anything to but I still felt the need to.

“Oh come on Toriii.” Y/n pleaded.

Who am I to deny her puppy dog eyes?

“Okay but not for long.” I gave in looking at her and couldn’t help but smile.

She’s got that effect on me. But when my eyes wandered from the girl in his lap to the boy in whose lap she’s sitting on I got a sick feeling in my stomach and my smile slowly faded. Luckily subtle enough to remain unnoticed.

I sat down in between Theo and Blaise as Pansy spun the bootle.

A couple of ohh’s went around the circle when it landed in Draco and Y/n.

“Ohh scared Y/n/n” exclaimed Theo so I figured Draco wasn’t playing or at least not anymore.

“Me scared? Never Nott. Bring it on Pans.” Pansy nodded while tapping her chin in a thinking manner.

“Would you date everyone in this circle? And if not tell us who not and why not.” Pansy wiggled her eyebrows.

Again you could hear ohh’s going around in the common room.

“Hmm no I wouldn’t date everyone. I wouldn’t date Theo he’s more of an older brother material for me. I also wouldn’t date Blaise cause I can’t do that to our poor Lovegood girl. And I wouldn’t date Tori. She’s like my little sister. And even if I wouldn’t feel like that she’s still a kid. I’m no pedo.” to the last bit she added a wink which normally would have made me swoon but right now I could only concentrate on trying not to cry.

“Wait wait wait. But you would date Pans and Daph huh?” Draco threw in after pulling his head out of her neck.

She looked at him with pure adoration in her y/e/c eyes and I felt like breaking because that was exactly how I looked at her.

“Hey there would be nothing new! We have kissed before. In fact we taught each other how to kiss in our fourth year. And after some house parties …things happened in the girls dormitories. We understand each other blind and know all the things we don’t like that our past partners did. We are literally perfect for each other maybe I’ll leave you for them.” she added one of her little winks again this time directed to Pansy and Daphne who winked right back while Pansy blew her a kiss.

Everyone was happy while I felt the world around me crumble to pieces.

“Hey I’m tired I’m gonna head off to bed.” I mumbled before making my way to the stairs.

I heard a choir of “night Tori”s and “sleep well”s before climbing the stairs back to my dorm.

Once in bed I cried into my pillow. Like my little sister. Still a kid. Those sentences kept repeating in my head. I cried myself to sleep that night.

Why was I born too late?

The new year just started and per usual gossip is flowing through the great hall while we’re eating breakfast. The whispers are the only thing you can hear after the sorting ceremony but that’s not surprising anymore.

But the thing that scared me is the latest rumour. ‘Draco Malfoy is engaged.’ was being whispered among friends. No one knew if it was true and if it was then I was praying it wasn’t to the person that I imagined.

I saw Daphne walking into the room with Pansy and Y/n on each of her arms. They sat down in their usual seats and start eating breakfast.

After Y/n bit into her banana you could see Draco, Theo and Blaise walk over to them. Draco, of course, sat much to my dismay next to Y/n.

He slung his arm over her shoulder and gave her a sweet kiss on her forehead. She turned to him and smiled softly at him before kissing him still with a smile evident on her lips. He then interlocked their hands together and started eating with his free one.

All I could do was look with sadness clearly on my face. I wanted nothing more than to be the one who got to hold her hand or kiss her forehead. I’d treat her like a princess but I guess he does too. Otherwise she wouldn’t stay with him. She knows what she’s worth.

When I looked back at their interlocked hands my heart stopped.

She was wearing a silver ring on her left ring finger.

I felt my eyes beginning to get teary and my bottom lip begin to tremble.

They’re getting married.

NoNoNoNoNoNo

She was standing up but not without giving Draco a quick peck on the lips. Seeing this made my heart break a little more and I had to control myself to not let the tears roll because I knew once one falls they wouldn’t stop.

She was making her way towards me, smiling a bright smile. I started blinking away my tears as fast as I could.

“Hey Tori! I have something to announce.”

I knew what was coming but I really didn’t want to hear it afraid that I’ll break down in front of the whole great hall.

She held her hand toward my face so I could see the ring. I put on the brightest fake smile I could muster under the circumstances and congratulated her.

“I also need to ask you something. Well I need three brides maids. I already asked Pansy and Daphne and now I need one more. So I thought why not ask my little sister hm?” She bumped her shoulder into mine in a playful manner while saying the last sentence.

I felt my heart being ripped into so many more pieces and I’m afraid they couldn’t be put together anymore.

“Of course! That’s great Y/n!” I managed to get out with a fake smile.

She smiled and hugged me while whispering small thank you’s in my ear.

I watched how she walked back to Draco and whispered something into his ear, most likely that I said yes to being her braids maid.

He smiled at her with pure love and adoration in his eyes and I knew she was happy.

I knew that he would make her happy. Even if I won’t get happy I’ll go to her wedding and put on the realest fake smile I can muster. Because I love her enough to put her happiness before mine. To let her go. Why was I born too late?

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.

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She was his.

He was hers.

Body. Mind. Soul.

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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

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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.

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...

Imagine being on the train with the Golden Trio and Remus Lupin

Y/N: "Ah, a creepy man sitting alone, there he is perfect!"

Y/N walks in and sits across from Remus.

The Trio walks in

Hermione: "Come on, everywhere else is full. Oh, I don't believe I've seen you before? "

Y/N: "Hello! I'm Y/N, I've been quite sick until now so I didn't get to go to school for the first two years! It's nice to meet you! Hullo Harry!"

Ron: "You know her?"

Harry: "Y/N? Aren't you the girl who-"

Y/N: "Ah come and sit! Where are my manners!"

All enter.

Ron: "Who do you think that is?"

Hermione: "Professor R.J Lupin."

Ron: "Do you know everything? How is it she knows everything?"

Y/N: "It's on his suitcase Ron."

Ron: "Oh, how do you know my name?"

Y/N: "Hermione introduced us!" *Winks at Hermione*

Harry: "Do you think he's actually asleep?"

Hermione: "Seems to be. Why?"

Harry: "I've got to tell you guys something."

They all look at Y/N

Y/N: "Don't mind me, I don't know anyone so I won't say anything."

Harry explains the situation about Sirius Black

Ron: "So you're telling me he broke out of Azkaban to come after you?"

Harry: "Yeah"

Hermione: "They'll catch him won't they? Everyone's looking for him."

Y/N: "Noone's ever broken out before."

Ron: "And he's a murderous raving lunatic."

Y/N frowns

Harry: "Thanks Ron"

Train slows to a stop

Hermione: "Why are we stopping"

Y/N: *quietly* "Shit I forgot about this."

Y/N grips her wand.

Hermione: "We can't be there yet."

Harry: "Dunno, maybe we've broken down."

Y/N: "The Hogwarts Express doesn't break down."

Lights go out.

Hermione: "Ouch Ron that was my foot"

Ron: "There's something moving out there. I think someone's coming aboard."

Train shakes

Y/N: "Stay behind me."

Dementor slides open the door

Y/N: *Quietly* "Come on Remus wake up."

Dementor approaches the Trio and Remus wakes up.

Remus and Y/N: "Expecto patronum."

The Trio collapses.

Remus: "A student who knows the patronus charm? Quite incredible miss?"

Y/N turns around.

Y/N: *whispers* "Hello Moony"

Remus: *in shock* "Y/N, you-"

Y/N: "I'll explain later, Dumbledore knows as well. The three will wake up soon."

Remus: I can't believe- We thought you died.

Y/N: *laughs* "Remus my dear, time does not simply die. It diverges and creates new paths when stopped. You know this."

Remus: "You haven't aged a day and yet you are just as wise if not more."

Y/N: "It's good to see you again my friend."

Remus: "Do you know what happened to Padfoot?"

Y/N: *grits her teeth* "He's innocent. It wasn't him, he was framed."

Remus: "Do you know by who?"

Y/N: *bitterly* "By one we trusted. One of our own. I cannot say but you can guess."

Remus: *nods mutely*

Y/N: "We will talk later. They should wake up right about now."

The trio wakes up

Remus: "Here eat this, it'll help."

Y/N: "Take it, it's chocolate. The dementor, a guard of Azkaban passed by. I'm not quite sure why."

Remus: "If you'll excuse me, I need to have a little word with the driver. Eat, you'll feel better."

Remus leaves.

Hermione: "How did you know the charm"

Ron: "Yeah, we don't learn it. It's not even in the OWLS"

Y/N: *grins* "Let's just say being away from school allows me to practise spells without the boring bits."

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HI IM KINDA BACK, this one's been sitting in my drafts for a while but I love the idea of the narrator being in Harry Potter! Please give me a comment if you like this so I know to continue or not 🤣 HAPPY DECEMBER AND I HOPE TO BE MORE ACTIVE SOON! Till then my lovelies.

You are fucking hilarious.

Aha THANKYOU! I'm sorry I've been away for so long but you are TOO KIND. I hope you continue to read my strangely written material! Thank you for your support <3

Legolas: Aren't you a bit too enthusiastic?

Glass: Am I not meant to be?.. None of you tell me I'm funny. You all just complain about line distribution, what are you Kpop stars?

Draco: Y'know I wouldn't mind having more lines with you~

Glass: Pipe down buddy boy. I'm not into school children.

Draco: I'm eighteen?

Glass:.. I'm leaving.