• Sweet and Sour Chapter 1 You are forced to ask Draco, of all people, to become your tutor. He agrees, but asks for a high price that compromises everything you strive for.
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• Sweet and Sour Chapter 2 Things between you and Draco take a drastic and spicy turn in the days before your study date.
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• Sweet and Sour Chapter 3 Malfoy's bitchy personality undertakes an odd change; maybe it's because you are destined to fuck him later today.
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• Sweet and Sour Chapter 4 You're losing control today, hardly able to make it through your study session in desperate need for Draco; he feels the same.
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• Sweet and Sour Chapter 5 Draco's payment arrives; you spend a steamy sex-filled night with the Slytherin Prince.
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• Sweet and Sour Chapter 6 Coming down from your first night with Draco, you can't keep your hands off each other, enjoying a comical love feast in the middle of the night.
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• Sweet and Sour Chapter 7 Waking up blissfully in Draco's arms, you are relishing your new relationship. How will your crazy friends react when they see you walking down the hall from his room?
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• Sweet and Sour Chapter 8 Snuggling Draco on the Quidditch field after practice, he nips you off to a corner of the grounds to reveal yet another kinky side of himself.
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• Sweet and Sour Chapter 9 When things go sour between you and Harry after a failed attempt to tell him of your relationship with Draco, Draco proves to have more heart than the Gryffindor
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One Shots:
• Whimsical Comedic Insane Draco x Reader Smut
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• POV DomReader x SubDraco Smut drabble
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Imagines:
• Hot and Bothered Draco (masturbation)
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• Sex on the Hogwarts Express (exhibitionism)
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• Sex with Draco
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• Giving Draco a blowjob (rough)
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• Draco lusting over you in Class (masturbation)
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• Draco's ecstatic about you riding him
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• Draco getting aroused by your singing and dancing
I can just see him staring at me like this, and letting "Mommy..." roll off his tongue in Timothee Chalamet's gentle voice. Then he leans a little closer, letting his warm breath caress my cheek. "I want you so bad."
It breaks my heart to say this, but I have developed a sudden bout of writers block. I hoped that it would be gone by summer's end, or that I was simply distracted by all the fun I had, but here I am with the same block months later.
Although I was planning on finishing Sweet and Sour at the end of summer, unfortunately I am forced to say that my continuing of the series will be indefinite.
I might write sporadically on here, but lately am only able to write, and enjoy, very dark or bizarre content, because creating a consistent storyline with more delicate feelings has become laborious.
I'm doing well, so please don't worry. My focus has just shifted during the past few months, and I have become very busy irl. ❤
I just realized, if anyone was wondering when I will go back to consistent uploads and finishing Sweet and Sour, it will probably be sometime in September.
My summer has already been going the best it can hehe 😋 (why does it have to end?)
18+ Tom Riddle, just fuck the brains out of me (Song: Mr. Saxobeat - Alexandra Stan)
(Continue at your own risk! ;)
~Fuck me when I first wake up, my clit swollen and throbbing in the morning; rub the tip of your leaking prick against my labia
~Fuck me whenever you get an erection
~Fuck me when I appear in your mind, when you can't direct your thoughts away from me. Let me ensnare you
~Fuck me in the middle of the night, when you can't sleep and your balls are bursting for a blissful release, when your cock is twitching against your will to be deep inside of me
~Fuck me when you're depressed; let me be your medicine. I want to be the one who comforts you
~Tell me in a trembling voice how bad you want to fuck me, just from holding me tightly in your arms
Hey everyone, due to summer and all the good shit that comes with it, I'm going to be taking a short break from Tumblr to truly drink in the benefits of the season 👌
Chapter 10 of Sweet and Sour will be out when I return, and I might write some drabbles in the meantime. ^_^
"Just love me, you stupid bitch," he hisses, the cloying scent of his rich cologne and minty breath filling your nostrils.
A grimace darkened his face which could go cold so quickly these days, losing all hint of his angelic beauty, leaving his features sharp and marred.
Bracing his arms on the wall on either side of your trembling body, Malfoy leans in just above your lips, their radiating warmth sending chills down your arms.
"Do you actually think you have a choice? Hah," drops of spit hit your face with his sharp laugh, "there's nothing you can do to get me away from you," he finishes in silky tones, the warning sounding like a joke because he knew you stood no chance against him.
"Just fucking love me already, will you," he breathes down your neck, "or beg for me to bite you..." warm and wet, his tongue flicks up your neck, the soft pillows of his lips dragging up your flesh.
"M-Malfoy!" you whisper, your body willing to move away but frozen in fear of him; running would only make him chase you, tackle you...
"You're already mine, you just have yet to learn it. See? That's why Potter and Weasley stay far away from you, don't come to your rescue. Because they know that I won't let them."
"My pretty, little bitch..." again he licks your neck, this time gently sinking his teeth into the bumps of fear freckling your skin. "My pretty little plaything...all mine.... you're all mine."
Removing a hand from the wall, he cups your face toward him, sturdy fingers clasping around your jaw.
His lips were too soft to be his, to belong to a man so evil...the gentle way he parted your lips with his tongue and dipped into your mouth, delicately licking your tongue as if tasting your very essence.
He preyed on your lips so gently, usually just suckling them, not clashing your teeth and tongues together. No, he didn't kiss you; he relished you. Worshiped you with his mouth, each swipe of his tongue, each brush of his lips holding so much affection that it had to be poured out into you; he couldn't go a day without.
You wished he would let go of you, ached to be out of his clutch; he sickened you, his blonde hair and feverish gray eyes inspiring disgust and dread in you when you saw him in the halls, spotted him in the Great Hall.
You barely even knew him...you never even thought he saw you, needless to say your shock when you found out he knew exactly who you were and lusted for you...
The Malfoy boy was a pestilence; he knew you didn't like him, but that didn't matter to him, and he never left you alone.
Every day he would trap you in his arms in the hallway, pull you off to a corner to drink in your mouth, kiss you till your lips had gone raw. There was nothing you could do about it, no spell you could cast to make him stay away, no one you could tell...because Malfoy would find out and end them.
All you could do was stand here and let him do whatever nasty thing he wanted to you; luckily he had only kissed you so far, just gently rocking his erection into you through his pants.
Dragging his lips back from you, spit dribbles down your chin as he mutters words of longing to you, blowing each praise into your open mouth, gently held open by his fingers.
"That's right baby," he hushes into your mouth, "let me love you...let me adore you...my beautiful thing."
And his lips were on yours again, tongue rubbing across your tastebuds and coating them in his sweet breath mints.
You would never touch a mint again, as long as you lived.
Summary: When things go sour between you and Harry after a failed attempt to tell him of your relationship with Draco, Draco proves to have more heart than the Gryffindor.
Draco Malfoy x Slytherin FemReader (TW 18+ sexual ideations, slight masochism, cursing, fighting)
Song: Forget me too - MGK feat. Halsey
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Waiting a few minutes before entering the Great Hall after Draco, your panties having gummed up uncomfortably in the remaining time, your eyes are drawn to Harry through the sea of heads, his rumpled black hair bobbing with laughter, the space beside him vacant for you.
I wonder how long it will take him to get over this you wonder, followed by a mental series of snappy to violent responses that could be expected from Harry.
Still, you felt at peace with having given yourself to Draco. Your friends were right; this had nothing to do with Harry, although you regretted how it would break his heart.
Sighing heavily, unnerved by the ache in your crotch, you move along past the tables, feeling the tingling squish between your thighs and also like a spectacle as whispers and eyes follow your figure all the way to the other end of the room at the Gryffindor table.
And there is Draco, that devil, leaning against the snack table, grinning at you slyly. With him and guaranteed release so far away, you wonder momentarily why you agreed to play this sick game.
As your reluctant footsteps clack nearer, Harry's head snaps up, his pupils dialating, cheerful expression turning mushy at the sight of you. "Y/n!" he calls, his cheeks pink and grinning.
Across the table, the greeting is followed up by Fred and George, also back from Quidditch practice, and your group of friends from earlier. From beside Neville, of course Luna is already shooting you her reassuring gaze; she had such a calming prescence that being kinky felt simply wrong around her.
Attempting to smile back at them, your heart pangs, solidly echoing through your chest cavity. Please, please don't let Harry see the look in my eyes, which you knew would be one of lust and dread.
Harry doesn't. Traveling absentmindedly over the back of his head, he runs his hand over his hair, smoothing it down; his eyes are blinded by your beauty, too engrossed to be concerned about the awkward smile you gave him - he was the one feeling more awkward right now, under the strain of flocks of butterflies twirling through his stomach.
Scooting uncomfortably beside Harry, mortified, you send up a prayer to the ghost of Dumbldore that your soaked panties would not leave a wet patch on the bench as Harry wraps his arms around you, eagerly pressing his soft head into your shoulder.
Warmth settles again in your chest, the familar friendly feel of his presence. And then there's the enticing need that rushes at your teased clit from having another warm body pressed against yours, ugring your hips to grind on his thigh - did Draco know this was going to happen?
Surpressing the instinct, guilty arousal twinges in your gut as you remeber again that you are going to touch Harry with a soaked pussy and a hand covered in its discreetly dried juices. Fuck.
Shamefully reaching for Harry, your hand clasps around his back and you pull him in close. Breathing in the applewood scent of his hair, you try to relish what may be, in the worse case scenario, the last time you share this with him.
I love you, Harry...but that love was not strong enough to keep you from doing anything to lose him...
Vibrations of Harry's laughter rumble into your shoulder; he nuzzles his head into your neck, right over the spot where Draco had kissed you minutes before.
Guilt spikes hotly through your veins, as well as the sudden funny thought that Harry is indirectly kissing his archnemesis. But god, you feel filthy; a slut for Draco, your tarnished body being clutched and lusted for by another man, without his knowledge of what was on his back and under your skirt...and you thought Draco was a voyeur!
Peering subtly around Harry's back, surveying the room, you spot the amused Slytherin Prince watching you a few feet away, munching on a green apple; a slight frown formed on his face from suppressing the urge to wrench you from Harry's arms - and probably restrain you from having male friends in general, but it wasn't odd that he wanted to parade you before his enemy, using any possible tactic. Throwing him a wilting smile, you try to signal with your eyes, How did you rope me into this, you slick motherfucker?
Hearing a pleased sigh sound from your chest, stirring out of your thoughts, you find that Harry had not let go of you, having taken advantage of holding onto you as long as he could; you figured he never would pull away on his own accord and was probably still waiting for you to push him off. You decide to do it now.
When your grip around him loosens, Harry timdily leans back into his seat revealing his crooked glasses, red face and even messier hair; sheepishly, he reaches up to smooth it down again, seeing that your eyes are focused there.
"U-um, Harry? Can I talk to you in few minutes? I actually don't have long to sit with you today - I'm sorry," you add soulfully, seeing how he looks crestfallen at your words.
"Of course," replies Harry, his voice ringing with dissipointment.
"-but let's just hangout for a few more minutes before I have to go, okay, Har?" Smiling at him softly, you are genuinely sorry that you will now have to manage your Gryffindor time even more when you barely had enough time with them to begin with.
"Hm? Yeah, yeah sure," Harry answers, sadness still looming behind his emerald eyes.
Grabbing a piece of crispy bacon off of his plate to try and lighten the mood, Harry is already grinning again at the intimacy of your action.
"I know how it feels..." Harry whispers to you after a few minutes of comfortable idle chatter with you, Ron and Hermione, who were carefully refraining mentioning the rumors.
"Uh, how what feels, Harry?" you ask with hesitance.
"People making up things about you, whispering behind your back." Eyes softening, he gives you a sympathetic gaze.
An icy chill spikes through your veins as you realize what Harry is alluding to. Trying to keep your face expressionless, you hope you have prevented the horror from seeping out of your eyes.
"How could they think you would ever date that git?" continues Harry, "Why not me, you know?" he chides, dropping that little hint and smiling at you over his pancakes.
Disgust wells up in pit of your stomach; your Slytherin crew and Gryffindor friends knew how much you loathed it when they shit talked each other around you. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, Harry was probably a little scared that the rumors were true, regardless of Hermione's earlier assumption.
"Harry," you caution him as gently as you can while his mouth is safely stuffed with raspberry syrup slathered pancakes, "please don't speak that way about my friend."
"Since when are you and Malfoy friends? Don't you just sit next to him and stuff?" comes Harry's cheeky reply.
Anger coils tighter in your stomach at the smug look on his face, and you can say with confidence that any trace of arousal left in your groin is gone; Harry really was allowing himself to shoot his mouth off.
Giving him a stern glare, your lips pursed in rage, you warn him to be quiet. That fucking wannabe Slytherin...
"Really, I think you need to lay off of that, defending him all the time. Malfoy's a terrible person, Y/n; you know that. I think I have a right to hate him," Harry reasons, a pitying, belittling look on his face as he alludes to you having bad judgement.
That's it. You are not going to sit here like a puppy and take this.
Abruptly scooting back from Harry, you bolt up from the table. Fred and George watch you with fascination, a whimsical smile playing on their lips as if urging you on; Hermione, Ron, and the others have gone silent in dread of the coming fight.
"How dare you say that to me!" you whisper harshly at Harry under your breath, "you don't care about me either, I take it!"
"Wha-well I was just sharing my opinion! " he exclaims, more in hurt than in anger at your uncharacteristic outburst.
Forget this. Leaning in close to his stunned face and wide emerald eyes that still dared to gaze at you as if you were the sun, "For your information, Potter, the rumors are true; Draco is my boyfriend," you seethe. "Why did it take us so long to get together, you ask?" tears well up in your eyes, "because I was considering your feelings! After a long time, I realized that I wasn't considering my own, or Draco's, whom I happen to love!"
Jerking back from Harry, whose own eyes have been lit by fright and are welling up, "Draco is kinder to me than you'll ever be!" you spit.
Hermione gasps and Ron stares in awe as the table around you grows quiet. You don't dare look at Luna.
Harry's face is ghastly white aside from the redness blooming on his nose and cheeks. Bottom lip quivering, clumsily he stands, lurching foward and gripping onto your arm. "P-please I-I-"
Shaking yourself from his grasp, you ignore his pleas, pointedly making a b-line toward the Slytherin table.
Right on your heels, Harry's warm hand lassoes out and grips onto your arm again, harder, this time halting you in your tracks.
Rage swelling within your chest, before you have a chance to respond,
"Get off of her, Potter!" snarles Draco, and is beside you in an instant, ripping Harry's arm off of you and scooping your shaking body into his chest. Looming between you and Harry, Draco's shields you from him, towering over the both of you.
"You get your filthy hands off of her!" Harry's eyes are bloodshot and puffy, his bottom lip quivering as his glare scorches the taller boy, yet he makes no move to reach for you again.
"She happens to be mine," spits Draco with malice, leaning closer to Harry's stunned face. "I can do whatever I want to her," his voice silky, Draco's eyes hint at more as a smirk curls on his lip.
Stepping in closer with deliberate provocation, Harry leans venomously into Draco's snarling face. "Stop calling her yours, you prat! You can keep dreaming, Malfoy. I don't trust the words of a Death Eater!"
Cowering in Draco's chest, you can feel his heart beating faster and your own sinks, unable to believe that Harry could say something so vicious, even to his enemy. And you were the one who told Harry; Draco was just reiterating it. Was Harry really ignoring what you said? A spike of anger twinges deep within your chest, spilling over your cheeks in a red flush.
By this time the whole room has slowly died down, eyes from every table turning on you and the scene unfolding in front of them.
"I'm not asking you to trust me," responds Draco after a few moments of consideration, "I'm just shocked that you claim to love this woman, and yet even on your Gryffindor honor, you won't believe in your friend and value what she says." Draco's voice is dangerously quiet, his death stare boring into Harry's skull.
Provoked to the extreme, "The rumors are lies!" shouts Harry, his eyes set on the fuming boy before him, "You're blackmailing her, Malfoy!" an evil look lights on Harry's tearstreaked face and he pauses, knowing he's got a banger on the tip of his tongue. "Or is it...the Imperius Curse?" His voice is smooth with hatred.
Draco looks livid. In one swift move he removes one of his arms from around you and has drawn his wand, which ripples with the restrained flow of green electricity, crackling omniously over the surface. "Don't try me, Potter," he cautions softly.
Trembling with anger, Harry draws his own wand, flickering with red sparks.
"-Don't point that at her!" screeches Draco, squeezing you tighter as he raises his wand up to Harry's throat. "You will never," he spats the words with icy venom, "touch, or speak to my girlfriend again. You monster, accusing her brilliant mind of being broken because she loves me, because she has the strength, that you lack, Potter, to do that! You wish you had the kindness that burns in her heart."
Sharp features twisted into an irate grimace, stormy eyes piercing, "You wouldn't know what to do with her if you had her," Draco concludes.
"What is the meaning of this!" exclaims Professor Mcgonagall, striding in between Draco and Harry's outstretched wands, her stern face distorted with horror.
"He-" roar Draco and Harry in unison.
"-put your wands down first, please!" bellows the exasperated Professor, promptly cutting both of them off.
Hastily lowering their wands, the boys begin growling different versions of the story at the same time.
"-that is enough!" Professor Mcgonagall cries, holding her hand up between both of them, silencing their bogus claims. "You, my dear," she reasons gently, turning her gaze down her glasses to your cowering figure enveloped in Draco's arms. "Would you please tell me what happened?"
Pulling your tear stained face out of Draco's cedar scented shirt, you take a shivering breath, embarrassed that now everyone can see you crying.
"I-," you gulp, "I was defending Draco to Harry, who kept insulting him. When Harry wouldn't stop his rude behavior, I got up; then Harry grabbed my arm and kept trying to pull me back-"
At that, Professor Mcgonagall's eyes widen.
"-Draco came over at that point and got in between us, telling Harry to leave me alone. When Harry mentioned Draco using the Imperius Curse on me-"
Professor Mcgonagall looks livid.
"-Draco drew his wand," you finish through quivering lips.
A full minute of silence must have passed, during which you noticed the sparkling droplets of tears falling from beneath Harry's bangs, speckling the floor.
"And what sparked this type of abhorrent reaction in you, Mr. Potter, that you would you suspect Mr. Malfoy of using an Unforgivable?" Professor Mcgonagall casts a glare in Harry's cowering direction.
The Hall is silent, all chatter having ceased, putting Harry's response on display for the whole school.
Gaze scorching the floor, not daring to meet the Professor's scrutinous stare, Harry's bangs fall even lower over his eyes as he bends farther and begins to play with a loose string on his jacket.
"I...Y/n told me she's," Harry's voice falters, "...dating Malfoy..." he croaks coldly, yet the whisper carries through the ambiant room. Harry's ears are almost as red as the Gryffindor banner hanging behind him.
Whispers, giggles and snickers rise around the room at once.
"Silence!" declares the Professor, and the chatter fades into hushes.
A few more moments of silence pass between the four of you. Draco, having stowed his wand away, rubs your back soothingly, quelling the last of your tears with words of comfort. Meanwhile, Professor Mcgonagall looks pointedly at Harry, her face unreadable while he continues to bore into the shining wood of the floor, wishing it would swallow him, having pulled loose the string on his jacket with which he was fiddling.
Harry confirmed it, what everyone, including you, had suspected since first year...that he loved you.
"Are you telling me, Potter," Professor Mcgonagall speaks at last, "that the reason our peaceful morning was so shrilly interrupted is because you cannot handle seeing Y/n with someone else?" The Professor's lips are barely visible. "Have some respect, and spare some for yourself as well, Potter!"
Harry nods sullenly, still not breaking his gaze with the floor as the room fills with chatter again, and this time the Professor does not shush them.
Turning again toward you as if making sure, hence Draco cuddling you may be for some other reason, "Is this true?" the Professor nods softly toward the close pair of you.
"Yes," you answer sincerely in unison, although you can hear the restrained glee in Draco's voice.
Nodding swiftly and looking back at Harry, "Mr Potter, unfortunately I am faced with no other choice than to do this: fifty points from Gryffindor, and one month of detention!"
Disgruntled sighs sound from the Gryffindors, mixed with bouts of profanity.
"May I go now, Professor?" Harry mumbles, barely audibly.
"Yes, Mr. Potter, we are done here."
With that, Harry shuffles quickly from the hall, still keeping his head down, leaking eyes boring into his trainers and leaving droplets behind him. You watch him go in numb sorrow, wounds to fresh to be able to process the whole situation yet.
"Ms. L/n, Mr. Malfoy, I am terribly sorry for the unfortunate reception of your relationship and for the outrage caused here today by Mr. Potter. I am ashamed on his behalf, as he is in my house."
Uttering awkward thanks to her, The Professor sees you off and strides back to the head table with the air of an unpleasant job well done.
"Oh darling, I knew it could go badly, but not like that...that was one of the worst case scenarios," Draco mumbles to you, guiding you gently back to your own table. "It's not your fault, none of this. I didn't think straight earlier, consider that he would truly reduce himself to his worst and hurt you; I'm so, so sorry for putting you through that. Come here, love," he whispers, eyebrows narrowing with guilt as he leads you toward the Slytherins who are rushing over with expressions of worry.
"Oh Draco, it's not your fault," you look into his fearful eyes, "I knew this could happen, but I still wanted to go ahead with it and try to have fun with you. At least the beginning of our plan went nicely." Just the hint of a smile flutters across your face. "It means the world to me that you protected me."
"Darling," Draco whispers, looking intently into your eyes and pushing back a strand of hair from your face. "Of course I would; now that you're mine, I'm glad you let me." A timid smile ghosts over his lips. "Let me smother you, let me always protect you..."
Those warm words ignite a little twinge in your gut.
Pausing in your tracks, you nod. "Please take care of me," you whisper into Draco's ear a few feet from the Slytherin table.
"Thank you for letting me. I can't stop wanting to watch over you." Softly, Draco presses a kiss to your damp cheek. "Let me go grab you a napkin."
Pansy, Theo and Blaise are soon gathering you in their loving arms as Draco snatches a napkin from the table to give you to dry your face on.
"You guys okay?" Placing his hands on your shoulders, Blaise looks deep into your eyes, relaxing at the dry sight of them.
"God, do you know how hard I had to restrain Theo?" cries Pansy in relief, throwing herself around you.
"I fucking hate Potter," mutters Theo hotly, cracking his knuckles, "nice of you to pull your wand on him, eh Draco?" he throws his best friend a half smile, clapping the taller boy on the shoulder.
"Certainly; I don't know if you could hear it from here, but that bloody git accused me of using the Imperius Curse on Y/n. Bloody horrible thing to say," chides Draco.
Shaking his head at the statement, Theo sits back down and Draco follows lead, pulling you down next to him after hauling Pansy off of you. Wrapping an arm around you before Theo can, he shoots the sulking girl a suspicious glance. "That one's also quite attached to you," he mutters, drawing you nearer.
Before you get a chance to respond or eat anything, Crabbe and Goyle emerge, having finally returned from the Quidditch field. Waltzing to the table, they plunk down on either side of Millicent, who had passed you a chocolate crossiant in sympathy.
"I don't know what's up his ass, but you'll never guess what we saw in the hallway," blurts Goyle, consumed with amazement.
"-Potter, Harry Potter ran crying past us!" Crabbe finishes, gulping down a full goblet of orange juice.
Turning in exasperation, everyone who had been present for the sour show beforehand stare at them, variations of stunned, and in your case, exhausted, silence on your faces.
18+ Your relationship with Draco through the years - non-gendered Slytherin reader (fluffy blurb with some smut~)
Song: Dandelions - Ruth B.
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♡ Draco thought you were absolutely adorable at the first sight of you entering the Hogwarts Express
♡ Crabbe and Goyle teased him about it the moment they saw his face getting red and the way he stuck out his chest and started bragging loudly when you walked past
♡ But that didn't stop Draco
♡ He had crept slowly closer to you, fascinated by your face
♡ When you met each other soon afterwards, you had accidentally stepped on Draco's foot while trying to lift your suitcase onto the luggage rack. Luckily it was that incident that made you discover your similar wild sense of humor
♡ It was actually Draco who stuck his foot out and tripped you in desperate attempt to talk to you (It took him a year to admit it)
♡ Nervously (which was rare for him) shuffling his feet, Draco invited you back to his seat and you two discovered that you had a scary amount of things in common
♡ Entering the Great Hall for The Sorting, you and Draco were already blooming a close connection and held hands, tearing up for fear of not joining the same house
♡ Called up one after the other, you were both sorted into Slytherin and hugged each other immediately
♡ Subsequently, you sat next to each other at every meal, spent all your free time together and became inseparable best friends
♡ Draco became your favorite part of Hogwarts and a home away from from home; he marveled the fact and often expressed what a coincidence it was to meet someone so similar to himself (you also shared anger issues and never failed to stick up for each other on the rare occasions when someone hurt either of you)
♡ You also became notorious jokesters, just 2nd to Fred and George. The pair of you were so fun and comfortable to be around, the closeness you exhibited drawing people strongly to you
♡ Draco gave you his Slytherin jacket as a farewell present before summer vacation, and you gave him your Slytherin ring that he has worn ever since
♡ You slept with his jacket, crying over missing him most nights and when it finally lost his scent of cherries, apples and pine
♡ Sending letters to each other almost every day during the summer, you were always excited for the next day because it would mean you were closer to seeing him again
♡ Thumping against your ribcage, your heart felt like it would explode when Draco's Eagle Owl arrived through your window with his latest letter, the parchment smelling like him
♡ At the train station for the start of 2nd year, you realized you had developed a huge crush on Draco when you ran into each other's arms and held him tightly for minutes
♡ You noticed the change in Draco's eyes when he looked at you, and you were sure he saw the same look reflected back in your own
♡ You two began hugging every day after that, and whenever you saw each other. That gradually turned into sitting beside one another with Draco's arm wrapped around you and holding hands as you walked to classes together
♡ Nothing in the world could have made you happier
♡ One day, the unspoken became too much to hide. Sitting with his arm wrapped around you by the lake, Draco leaned in and gently kissed your lips, testing if he was right about your feelings toward him
♡ He was. It all came out then, that you both had been badly hiding your crushes on each other for half a year; everyone had already suspected that you two were secretly dating
♡ Both of your parents were already talking about marriage
♡ This year, they arranged for you to meet up with Draco during the summer, and so you went to his house. Needless to say, it was the best summer of your life and you cherished those memories forever. Hanging out with Draco all day by the creek, you played with the fairys until dusk and practiced magic, which resulted in many hilarious failures and well-worth-it successes
♡ 3rd year was filled with a deeper closeness to each other, makeout sessions, being the best dressed couple at The Yule Ball, more makeout sessions in the hidden cobwebbed hallways between classes, and some intense cuddling which resulted in your first hickey
♡ 4th and 5th year were just as good as the 3rd and better, including many, many more makeout sessions and deep talks during the middle of the night
♡ Some nights you snuck down to the kitchen together, smuggling snacks and sweets back up to your dorms
♡ 6th year consisted of you both becoming Prefects. Since then, you took advantage of having both gained a private bedroom and started sleeping next to each other. Surprisingly, no one ever found out that you basically had sleepovers every night (at least you didn't have to preform that many Oblivations)
♡ Somewhere along the line, Draco had confessed to touching himself to thoughts of you...and you told him you couldn't deny that you did the same
♡ In fact, that really turned you on
♡ And that turned into laying next to each other and masturbating
♡ Those "cuddling" sessions got more and more intimate until you began fondling each other, and eventually Draco knelt before you on the mattress and went down on you
♡ The losses of your virginity to each other resulted shortly afterwards and so began your secret sex life with Draco in Hogwarts' shadows.
♡ You even snuck into the Prefect's bath together, filling the entire place with bubbles and moans, muffled with silencing spells
♡ Draco's dick was bigger than average, and you found out that you actually really liked giving him head
♡ Although awkward at first, your bodies became accoustomed to each other, so that by seventh year it wasn't awkward any longer but instead wonderful beyond words, the way you had mapped out each other's sensitivity spots and knew how to give each other the right touches
♡ Although your year was filled with many struggles, you had each other to turn to, and the sex became even steamier and more desperate as you took all your fears and worries out on each other
♡ Having become Death Eaters together, you kept each other comforted and encouraged, often cuddling and kissing in the Room of Requirement and in the hallways
♡ Professor Umbridge had a lot to say about that
♡ Teaming up with Harry (your idea), both you and Draco became spies for the Order of The Pheonix, helped defeat the Dark Lord, and prevented many deaths by helping prisoners escape
♡ Because you were at each other's side through everything, the nightmare that could have been was alleviated as much as it could be
♡ In 8th year after the defeat of Voldemort, one fateful day Draco took you down by the lake where you became a couple 6 years ago
♡ Pouring out his love and gratitude to you for being the best thing in his life and how it would never be the same without you, Draco proposed to you at sunset
♡ With all your heart you accepted and became engaged, still enjoying secret (not so much any more) runs to the kitchen and steamy sex during the middle of the night behind the castle's walls
♡ Your wedding is planned for after graduation, and every day you look forward more and more to becoming Draco's forever~
Okay why is this picture so fucking big? Anyway, even his acne is attractive to me. This boy is so precious and beautiful. Gosh, just look at that cute nervous smile. I love imagining him staring at me like that.
I'm weird in this way, but I adore the pictures of Tom without Photoshop. The rawness of his face, the reality of it, the imperfections (pftt, I don't see any) make him even hotter.
(eeeee! I've had a crush on this angel-snake for 15 years. His face is nostalgic and is never any less beautiful than the first time I saw it. He always brings me a certain level of comfort, like birthdays and holidays and cups of hot coco ^_^)
