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archives of all draco fics I've read

[draymalfoy7]

Draco Malfoy Fanfictions

~a collection of all Draco fics I recommend from different platforms. All fics are either Draco x Reader OR Draco x Original Character

Wattpad

(most of these are long and everything is completed)

Restricted - malfoysho

Training Wheels - alishawrites(luv luv luv it)

The World and Her Stars - alex1s18 (MY FAV)

The World and Her Stars: one shots

Potter? - Seselina ( A CLASSIC )

My Fake Boyfriend - sameezyy

REQUIREMENTS - kingdombyers

The Slytherin Royals - MaxineLane

so far on wattpad these are all I have that left a mark on me, some in my library, I dropped and some I couldn't remember if I already read or tbr.

AO3

(one shots, long stories, fluffs, smuts, some are taboo so I warn u to check summary first. ranges from 2k words - 1million words)

Things we can't forget

The Pact

Detention, retention and Draco being a little shit

The Slytherin Princess

Firsts

Pink in the night

Fresh start

Finding Sanctuary

Isn't? (Fav one shot)

Wonders of Ohio

Never like this

Right here all along (love this, set in regency era)

Wanderlust, wonder if it's lust

Starfish (very cute and softt)

Late Fees

Hiraeth (top tier writing and literature references)

A Magical Classmate (another Favv!)

The Nanny

Wish upon a star (longest, 1.1m words but I lovee)

The Hogwarts Descendant (best plot, 811k words)

What can I get you? (OH I LOVE THIS, FAV AU)

Astrea

Exams Are Meant For Naughty Interruptions

Punish Me, Professor Malfoy (Pt. 2)

Choose Me Instead

Peppermint

A Dragon's Promise

Little by Little

Sleeping with the enemy

Longhand Love Letters

Then I Saw You

Dilectio (A RECENT FAVORITEE!! Must read)

You can check my ao3, I've read a lot already but these are just my bookmarks & favess, kudos not included yet : ao3 riyeu

TUMBLR

Masterlists

dracosathenaeum

dracosathenaeum's recos

fuckingjimin

earlgreydream

littlemissnoname13

iliveiloveiwrite

dracosaurusrex

lqveharrington

minty-malfoy

henqtic

prttydolls (my fav masterlist)

desiredmalfoy

sapphicwhxre

rosierecs13 recommendations

part 2

dr4cking (SMUTTTT :P HEH)

loving-daisy

fallingforfictionalcharacterss (BEST ONES!!)

shespeaksinsongs (FAV AUTHORR)

silverdelirium

thegryffindorprincess

(If you want to browse more draco tumblr fics, u can check my account. I only included masterlists because my account has loads of reblogged fics feel free to check anytime!)

Note: Almost all of these I've already read, very few are halfway finished. You can comment if some links don't work, I'll fix it ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ

(I'll update this every time I finish a good fic)

[theeslytherinslut]

A Shit Tutor (¼)

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader, Draco Malfoy x slytherin!reader, 

Word Count: 1,903

Warnings: language, Draco’s an ass (surprise)

Request: “Can you write a fic where draco is asked by a professor to tutor a fellow student but he falls for her? Thank you and I absolutely LOVE your work!!”

A/N: This is just the first part of what will likely end up being a 3-4 part-er! Hope it’s intriguinggg :) Also this is clearly a sort of alternate universe in which there’s no war, no Slughorn, and Snape still teaches the N.E.W.T.s class 

Part 2

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With an exasperated sigh, you shoved the cauldron away from you, pulling your hand back as it spilled and destroyed the table beneath it. 

“Oh, come on!” you hissed, more colorful words longing to leave your mouth. 

“Y/L/N? I don’t recall instructing to burn through the table,” Snape sneered, coming to stop at your table as he swept through the room. Snickers could be heard from the other side of the room, and you seethed in your chair. 

A Slytherin who couldn’t make a simple decaying drought to save her life. 

A Slytherin who seemed to be in the wrong place in Potions. 

“It was an accident, sir,” you breathed, forcing yourself to bite your tongue. 

“I should hope so. This is your,” Snape paused and thought for a moment. “fourth try? Is it not?” 

“It is,” you said through clenched teeth. It seemed his House favoritism only extended to those who excelled in his class. 

“How you managed to scrape an O and squeeze into my N.E.W.T.S class I’ll never understand,” Snape shook his head, his voice drawling. 

“Me neither, Professor,” you said–really, it had been luck. The potions you had been tested on you just happened to be actually decent at, that, paired with intensive studying and an aptitude for testing, you’d scraped an O. 

“Malfoy!” Snape suddenly barked out, causing you to jump. 

“Sir?” he called from the other side of the room–the side from which the snickers sounded. 

“Come and help Ms. Y/L/N before she burns through this very floor,” Snape sneered before, thankfully, whisking away to another table. 

Draco then began packing his things into his bag, and seconds later, was sliding into the seat next to you, his smoldering pine-like scent filling the air, making your head spin. 

“Sweet Salazar, what the bloody hell did you do?” Draco laughed, peering into the cauldron. 

“Evidently not the right thing,” you grumped, struggling not to enjoy the light sound of his laughter as it was at your expense. 

“Clearly; I mean, I’ve seen mistakes, but that is just embarrassing,” he scoffed. Shocked at his blunt curtness, you were stunned silent.

“Scourgify,” he said, and with a wave of his wand, your cauldron was cleared of the bubbling goop you’d managed. 

“Y/N? Right?” he asked, pulling out his scale and setting it on the table. 

“That’s right, only been in the same house for 6 years,” you said scornfully. 

“There’s a lot of people in Slytherin, can’t expect me to know everyone’s name,” Draco shrugged, looking unbothered. You just rolled your eyes at him, not wanting to speak with him any more than necessary.

“Here, split these vertically,” he said, pushing a pile of caterpillars at you. Pulling your onyx blade from your bag, you did as he asked. “If you can manage that without fucking it up.” 

“Oh, that’s nice,” you sneered at him, narrowly avoiding slicing open your finger as your hands shook with anger. “I did manage to get into this class, you know. I’m not completely helpless.” 

“I’ve no idea how. Longbottom could do better than that mess.” he sneered.

“Fuck you, Malfoy,” you hissed. 

“Whew, language, Y/L/N,” he grinned. Rolling your eyes and gritting your teeth, you resolved to silence for the rest of the class unless absolutely necessary. The next few minutes were quiet work, Draco pausing to give you instructions every few minutes, his long fingers working quickly. And before you knew it, it was over; the massive bell reverberating throughout the castle, signaling the next period. 

“Alright, that’ll be the bell. We’ll pick back up here tomorrow. Leave your cauldrons. I’ll deal with them,” Snape commanded. At his words, Draco began packing quickly, looking back at Zabini, who seemed to be mouthing something at him. 

“What?” Draco said quietly, leaning forward and looking intently at Blaise, evidently trying to read his lips.  

“See you tomorrow, then,” you said, turning to him. But Draco was already halfway across the room, having left without a second glance. Stung, but knowing you were ridiculous for expecting any less, you shook your head at yourself and quickly left the room, your emerald-lined robes billowing behind you in your haste. 

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Back in the dungeons the next day, your foot anxiously jumped up and down, dreading Draco’s comments about your ineptitude with this potion, and dreading Snape’s snide remarks. You watched him as he jostled Crabbe across the room, grinning about something. His pearly teeth gleamed against his pale skin, lit sparingly by the fire bubbling beneath the cauldron in front of him. 

“Wands away, Goyle,” Snape snapped, pulling your attention from Draco. The paper airplane Goyle had been supporting with his wand fell pathetically, and with a wave of his own, Snape set it ablaze and it disappeared in seconds. “Well, go on—no need to wait for instructions. I gave them at the end of last class. Get your cauldrons and get to work.” 

Draco rose from his spot next to Blaise and strutted his way over to your table, smirking as he did so. 

“Hello,” he said, almost politely. 

“Er, hi,” you said cautiously.

“Didn’t manage to develop some actual talent overnight, did you?” he sneered, pulling out his things. 

“Not really. Didn’t manage to develop some decency either, I see,” you tossed back–determined not to let him get at you again. Sure, he was a Slytherin, but he wasn’t the only one. 

“Ooh, touchy today, are we?” he grinned spitefully. 

“Just tell me what to do,” you spat, wanting to get the class over with. 

“How very submissive of you, I do like that in a girl,” he said thoughtfully, winking at you. 

“Godric, you’re an ass,” you breathed. “If you’re looking for submission, perhaps you should go back to your goons; I’m sure the both of them are utterly lost without you. Or Pansy, I know the simpering slag could think of nothing better than being bossed around by you all day. Personally, I can’t think of a more proper hell, but we all have our differences, I suppose.” 

“I think you just managed to insult four people at once,” Draco said, looking thoughtful. 

“I’m pleased you can count. Now, what am I supposed to do?” you sneered, crossing your arms. 

“Whatever I say, love,” he grinned, winking. “Chop these up, finely, and stir them into the potion, stirring counterclockwise five times.” 

“Alright,” you said, taking the pile of seedlings from him. His pale hand stopped yours and held it still. 

“Ah, ah,” he chided, shaking his platinum blonde head at you. “Repeat it back to me.”

“What?” you scoffed, incredulous. 

“Repeat what I said back to me; should I say it slower?” he said, cocking his head to the side. You were so angry, a hysterical laugh bubbled from your lips; your chest positively on fire with anger. 

Seconds from exploding, you saw the knowing smile growing on his face and closed your eyes, willing yourself to calm down, willing yourself not to take his bait. A surely insane smile on your face, you opened your eyes. 

“Chop these up, finely, and stir them into the potion, stirring counterclockwise five times,” you repeated word for word. 

“Excellent, you might have hope yet,” Draco taunted, meeting eyes with Blaise from across the room and grinning. 

Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin, what a complete and utter sodding wanker. It’s no wonder the little shit didn’t have any true friends; who the hell could stand him? Catching your friend’s eyes from her seat across the room, you mimicked stabbing yourself in the throat with your knife, earning a snicker from her. The little interaction with a friendly face calmed you immensely. 

“Now what?” you asked, turning to Draco and steeling yourself for another smart remark. 

“The last step. I’ve ground up the moth wings already,” he said, standing to tip a container of fine, shimmering dust into the cauldron. With a whoosh, it turned an inky blue, and he smiled. It was rather nice, his smile. He was almost handsome–alright, he was downright gorgeous–when he wasn’t being an absolute prick. 

“Staring, Y/N?” he grinned, his grey eyes flitting to yours and winking. A flush of embarrassment flooded your face, and you dropped his steely gaze, your silence answer enough. 

“S’Alright, if I saw me, I might stare as well,” he shrugged, grinning cockily at you. 

“You’re disgusting,” you whispered, seconds before Snape appeared soundlessly behind you.

“Ah, much better, excellent, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape praised suddenly, causing you to jump slightly. 

“Thank you, sir,” Draco simpered, smirking proudly. Several sets of eyes rolled around the room, and you found comfort in that you weren’t the only one he caused to do this. 

“Do you see how it’s an inky blue? How it’s not corrosive? How it isn’t burning through the table?” Snape snided, turning to you with a malicious glint in his eye. 

“Yes.” you seethed through clenched teeth, unable to trust yourself to not mouth off if you opened your jaw. 

“So, what did you do wrong? What catastrophic mistake did you make to produce the most abysmal potion I’ve yet to see in my N.E.W.T.S class?” he asked, eyes alight in your anger.

You could feel every eye in the room on you, and to your complete horror, you felt angry tears pricking at your eyes. Blinking rapidly, determined not to show such weakness, you tilted your chin up and glared into the blank, black eyes before you. 

“It was the moth dust, sir. It wasn’t ground fine enough, and she only stirred 3 times,” Draco answered for you. Despite your shock, you held your ground and glared up into Snape’s eyes. 

“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, but I believe I asked Y/N. If she can’t make a proper decaying drought, I should hope she’s at least intelligent enough to recognize her mistakes,” Snape said, his voice icy. 

“If I knew my mistakes, sir, I wouldn’t make them. Would I?” you seethed, unable to hold it back any longer. As if you were going to let Draco Malfoy protect you. Surprised hisses and gasps sounded throughout the classroom, and you knew you’d fucked up. 

“Detention. 3 days. With Filch,” he sneered, getting closer to you as he spoke, daring you to say anything else. 

“Delightful,” you quipped back, a fake smile on your face. 

“And 10 points from Slytherin for cheek. Making me take points from my own house, disgraceful,” and with a billowing wave of his cloak–he was heading back up to the front of the room.

“Tuesday, we will begin working on a lovely, tricky little potion known as Felix Felicis; you’ll be in partners,” he said, looking around the room before stopping on a pair of tittering Ravenclaws, “And I’ll be choosing the partners.” 

The small class visibly deflated at the prospect of Snape choosing partners, causing Snape to grin lightly, and with that ominous note, he ended the class. 

Desperate to get away, you left everything on your desk, only ensuring you had your bag before racing from the room, the frustrated tears falling freely now. 

“Y/N!” you thought you heard Draco call–but surely you were mistaken, unless he wanted to further embarrass you or rub it in. Before he could do either, you burst into the girl’s restroom and out of sight.

[acosmis-t-deactivated20230913]

☁️ hi! may i request a blurb with draco getting into a fight with you? and you guys end up having angry seggs😏😏 thank u!!

abhorrence and attraction || d.m. x reader

word count: 867

warnings: smut, hate sex, allusions to cheating/jealously, possessiveness, face slapping

a/n: this had no business being so much fun

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“what’s wrong, love?” he drawled, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder while he pinned both of your wrists to the mattress above your head. “what happened to that arrogance of yours?”

“fuck you,” you spat. your hips twitched as he used the hand that previously held your thigh to fist his cock, dragging it along your slit.

and despite—or, perhaps, because of—the angry, hateful air hanging between you, you were absolutely soaked.

“can’t even fucking control yourself. you ought to watch that mouth before i fuck the attitude out of it.” draco continued teasing, running up and down, tapping your clit with the head.

you didn’t give him the satisfaction of response, your heaving chest answer enough. it had been one of your worse fights; one where the energy was so potent that the lines between abhorrence and attraction blurred much too easily.

jealousy had always been an issue in your relationship. a mutual poison that never failed to sour the tongue. he didn’t like that you were friends with harry, that you had attended the gryffindor party and came back at an hour that was entirely indecent.

oh, and the vermillion bite decorating your collarbone.

it was courtesy of an innocent game of truth or dare.

he had been worried first, of course—concerned for your safety because you hadn’t made your way to his prefect dorm as you did every night. then he caught the scent of sweat, alcohol, a mix of cologne that most definitely were not his.

that’s when he snapped—only barely casting a silencing charm before the two of you were locked in another screaming match.

and then your hands were the locked ones. and draco was hovering over you—teasing you for five minutes with his cock gliding through your wet folds.

you had held in your whines in the beginning. not giving in and planting an unimpressed look on your face. like he was nothing.

but now—now you were nearing tears as he baited you.

“beg for it,” he finally ordered. “i want to hear you beg.”

you turned your head, eyes fluttering shut as if you weren’t trapped in your current positioning. like he hadn’t already gone down on you ten minutes before, utilizing his fingers and tongue to remind you exactly who you belonged to.

your lips pressed tightly, and he dropped the grip on his length. you gasped up as you lost contact, then screamed as he delivered a painful pinch to your swollen clit.

“beg,” he hissed again, “or i’ll give you a real reason to not speak.”

this time, your eyes were flashing up. not that you would particularly mind returning his earlier favor. still, your tone was derisive as you mocked, “oh, oh, draco, please. please fuck me.”

in a blink, he released the vice on your wrists, giving you a sharp intake of confusion before a swift slap to your cheek had your head whipping to the side. he didn’t give you a chance to recover, gripping your face to center you again, meeting his eyes, then repeating the action.

the smarting sensation made a glare develop, narrowing your eyes at him still hanging above you. “harry’s never done that,” you taunted, reaching your own hand up to hold his jaw. “harry’s never hurt me.”

draco looked more than ready to wring your neck, but he didn’t remove your fingers pushing into the hollows of his cheeks. he wanted you to watch him.

“that right?” he asked. “you open your legs for the chosen one and suddenly you don’t like pain? is he the one who made you so much holier-than-thou?”

he didn’t give you the chance to respond, abruptly sheathing himself in your cunt. there was a second permitted for adjustment, letting you get used to the stretch and pain, before he was thrusting with a renewed vigor.

your head fell back, back arching and hips rolling. you could never resist draco once he was inside of you, and that was exactly what he was counting on.

he was rough, bruising hips and soft thighs as the slight curve of him hit your g-spot every time. “look at that,” he mused. “you’re so much prettier when you’re getting fucked out. my slut can’t even form a sentence.”

indeed, all you had were moans, holding his face like a lifeline as you trembled under him. saliva dribbled down your chin, gasping as you clenched around him.

he eventually changed your grip, taking the hand on his jaw and raising it so your elbow was perched around his neck, drawing you close. the new position had him brushing your clit with his pubic bone, reaching new territory.

“tell me,” he was saying, mouth against the shell of your ear. “tell me, darling. you say potter’s never hurt you—never treated you like i have.”

you nodded, fluttering as you pressed chest to chest with him, helping to push him in at every thrust.

“but tell me,” he repeated, “can he fuck you like this?”

the answer didn’t have to be spoken, dangling in the mere breaths of space between you. dangling like it was the only thing that made sense anymore—because perhaps it was. 

never.

[roonilwazlibimagines]

can you do a draco smut where him & female reader are ex’s and she walk in on draco fucking another girl at a party and she’s all heart broke n jealous but plays it cool. and later at the party they’re playing truth or dare and she’s asked about who out of like 3 guys (draco is one) is best in bed & she says draco 😳 and they just crinkly fuck? sorry for being rlly specific imma horny bitch

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader Word Count: 2.6k Blurb: They admit that the other was the best fuck they’ve had and they relive that once more. Contains choking, blowjobs, fingering and sex and lots of dirty talk and calling the reader a slut  A/N: I love a good Draco Malfoy smut, thank you. Reader is in slytherin because it just fits with the story. Also this has not been proofread :/ I feel like this isn’t my best, but I tried :(

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“Oh, uh,” I didn’t know whether to focus on the heat rising to my cheeks or the sinking feeling in my tummy, “I’m sorry,” I couldn’t look away. 

“Get out!” His voice brought me back to reality and I quickly shut the classroom door. I started walking down the hall, not really knowing where I was going. All I could think of was the way his hands were pushing her skirt up and the way her hands were tugging in his hair and all I could think of was how that used to be me. 

Deciding to go to the bathroom, I splashed a bit of water on my face, refusing to let any tears fall from my eyes. Draco and I had stopped seeing each other for six months now, he could do whatever he wanted to do. Or do whoever. 

I closed my eyes and focused on my breath, forcing my heaving chest to slow down. I took one last look at my reflection and before trying to fix my hair I stood up straighter and walked out. 

We were broken up and Draco didn’t need to know that he still had any effect on me. 

“Where were you?” Pansy asked me as I sat down next to her at the Great Hall.

“Bathroom.”

“What’s wrong?” I wasn’t looking at her but I could tell she was staring at me expectantly. 

“I walked in on Draco fucking another girl,” okay maybe they weren’t fucking, but they were going to if I hadn’t been so naive to think that someone was crying in the classroom. 

Pansy was a good person to tell a story like this to, if you were her friend. Pansy gasped at all the right times and gave me a sympathetic look when I needed it and was able to tell me all the information I needed to know about the mystery girl who I didn’t know even existed until about half an hour ago. 

Almost as soon as Pansy had finished speaking the rest of our friends in Slytherin were making their way over, including Draco. 

They sat across from us and I refused to look up in fear that I would make eye contact with him. 

They spoke and ate but Draco and I barely said a word and I hated that I knew him so well that I already knew that he was embarrassed and was turning that into anger. 

We made out way back to the Common Room after dinner and Blaise convinced us all to stay together and play a game of truth of dare. 

“Really Blaise?” Pansy had asked, rolling her eyes when he had suggested it. 

“What else do you have planned, Pansy?” he shot back, making her sigh and sit down on one of the lounges. 

I sat next to her as everyone sat around in an abnormal circle. I wasn’t really paying attention to the game, all I could see was Draco’s hands and hers in his hair and-

“Are you listening?” Pansy was tapping my shoulder. 

“Sorry, what?” a few of them sniggered

“Truth or dare?” she asked annoyed. 

“Uhm,” I didn’t really care, “truth.” I sighed. 

“Okay,” she thought about it before smirking and I had suddenly become aware of all everything I had ever told her, “we all know you’ve had sex with a few people.”

“Pansy.”

“Who was the best?” I gave her an annoyed look but she smiled sweetly at me. “I’ll make it easier for you,” her eyes widened as she began, “who was better out of Blaise, Draco and Theodore?” I glared at her as I heard a few people shuffle in their position and a few chuckle. 

But Pansy kept an intense gaze and I was debating in my mind whether or not to answer truthfully. 

“Come on Pansy,” it was Theodore’s voice, “that’s a bit har-”

“Draco,” I maintained eye contact with her as everyone went quiet. My heart was racing and the part of me that wasn’t scared wanted to see their reactions. 

“You’re turn,” she was smirking and I finally turned around to see a small frown on Theodore’s lips, a glare from Blaise and a Draco who seemed to be fascinated with the ground in front of him. 

“Uhm,” I couldn’t focus, “Goyle, truth or dare?” 

Once Goyle finished his dare my mind went back to the day’s previous events, but this time I couldn’t help but look out of my peripheral to see if Draco had stopped staring at the ground. He hadn’t. 

“Draco,” my head shot to Goyle, “truth or dare?” Draco finally looked up and looking uninterested he replied dare.

“I dare you to go to the room of requirement with the best fuck you’ve had and spend 7 minutes in there.” 

“And do what?” he squinted his eyes at him. 

“What do you think?”

Draco stood up and I quickly turned to look at the floor, not wanting him to hurt me again today. 

“Get up,” I noticed a pair of black shoes standing in front of my and as I looked up I realised he was talking to me. I blinked quickly at him before he sighed, “I said,” he paused, “get up.” My mind went into a daze and as he stared into my eyes and complied. He grabbed my wrist and led me out of the Common Room. 

“We don’t have to go in-”

“Do you want to?” He suddenly stopped and I tripped, almost falling into his chest. 

“Uh,” I was dumbfounded again, “I mean, I-I,” I gulped and before I went to continue he smirked and kept dragging me to the Room of Requirement. “Do you want to?” I asked, trying to catch up with him. 

“So I’m the best fuck you’ve had?” He ignored my question. 

“Out of the options I was given,” he turned around and shook his head upon seeing my smirk and playful gaze, “but I know I’m you’re best fuck.” He didn’t reply. As we got to the Room of Requirement I decided that maybe I could use the previous events to my advantage. “Was the girl this afternoon not good enough for you?” The room presented to us a bed and he went down to sit on it allowing me to see a pink tinge which had appeared on his pale cheeks. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice was now sincere and I knew that fucking him would only make my heartache worse, but all I could focus on was his lips and the way they used to feel on my skin. I nodded and sat in his lap. 

“Do you want this?” I whispered into his ear and as I felt him nod I started kissing on his neck. 

“So you’ve had sex with Theodore?” His voice slightly trembled as I bit the sensitive skin under his jaw. I pulled back with an eyebrow raised and looking a bit embarrassed he apologised allowing me to go back to his neck. 

“Did she kiss you like I do?” I whispered it into this ear again and noticed the way his hairs stood up. “Does she know all your sensitive spots like I do?” I looked up at him innocently as I started grinding on him and his hands found my waist. He groaned and I smirked as I continued to attack his neck. 

“It seems,” his hands were trailing up my body, “that you’ve become a bit of brat,” I gasped as his hands found their way around my neck, “can’t blame you since you have no one to put you in your place anymore.” My thighs clenched at his words and I missed how well he knew me. 

I whimpered and looked up at him making him chuckle, “don’t act innocent baby, I know you’re probably dying for me to fuck the brat out of you,” he kissed me softly, “and don’t worry, I will. Stand up.” He released his grip from my neck and I stood up, “you know what to do.” 

I did know what to do. I know that Draco liked me to take my pants off slowly. Bending down so he had the perfect view of my ass and could take the time to admire it. I also know that Draco liked it when I took my shirt off slowly. Taking my time unbuttoning it and letting it fall to the ground. I also knew that he liked it when I kept my underwear on. 

“Seems you haven’t forgotten everything then,” he had his arms folded as he was watching me and as I walked back to him and stood over him his hands found my ass and were slightly kneading it while bringing me closer to him. 

“Get on your knees pretty baby,” I maintained eye contact as I did so knowing that was what he liked and unbuttoning his pants I had to control my breath so he didn’t know how excited I was. “Open your pretty mouth for me,” and I happily did so. 

His hands were in my hair and I was reminded of how he always had to be in control. He pulled me closer to his abdomen and I started to gag, making tears form at the corner of my eye. 

“I missed this beautiful sight,” he smirked down at me as I tried to look up innocently at him, “guess you’re still good for something.” 

As I kept going he started moaning out my name and praising me for making him feel so good and soon his grip had relaxed on my hair and his head was leaning back and he was telling me to, ‘swallow like the good girl I had always been.’ 

“Stand up,” I did, “get on the bed.” I sat down and he pulled my legs apart, “if you even think about closing them I will tie them apart,” he threatened and I nodded with a frightened look on my face. He started kissing me as his hands found my nipples and started pulling and teasing them. I whimpered at his actions and could feel him smirk through the kiss. 

“Please, Draco,” I whined and he tutted telling me to be patient otherwise he wasn’t going to give me anything I wanted. But he could never resist for long and he was soon kissing down my body, making a special stop at my nipples to kiss around them teasingly. 

His lips made their way down my abdomen and to my hips and it took everything I had not to buck them closer towards his mouth. He kissed my thighs and then slowly pulled down my underwear before placing a soft kiss right where I needed him most. 

“I forgot how quickly I could make you wet,” he chuckled, making me whine and if it wasn’t for his threat I would have been squirming. “Already so wet for me and I’ve barely even touched you,” he placed a finger on my clit, “such a desperate slut for me.” He chuckled as I finally caved in and bucked my hips up. 

“I’m sorry,” I was quick to respond and he shook his head but before I could say anything else he had entered a finger inside of me and was moving it torturously slow. “Draco,” I was pouting. 

“Yes baby,” his voice was teasing. 

“Faster please,” my voice was soft because I knew that Draco would either go so fast I would be cumming in seconds or it could lead to a punishment. 

“As you wish darling,” he smirked before entering another finger in and this time going torturously fast. I was crying out his name and as his fingers started hitting a certain spot my hips started bucking and before I could apologise his hand was around my throat again and he was telling me to keep still. 

“Draco,” I moaned out the last part of his name, “can I please cum?” my chest was heaving and it was hard to beg with his hand still around my throat. 

“So you still have your manners,” he teased. 

“Draco, please,” I kept crying out his name and just as I couldn’t hold it any longer he told me to cum on his fingers like the dirty slut I was as he put a bit more pressure on my neck making me hold onto his wrist as I moaned out his name and let my eyes roll to the back of my head. 

“Forgot how much you loved my fingers, always made you cum so quickly,” he smirked as his hands gripped onto my thighs and put them over his shoulders. “Did they ever fuck you this good?” his tip was teasing my entrance, “Blaise and Theodore?” his tip finally entered me and I screamed out his name. “Answer me,” and it was out again. 

“No, no,” I was breathing heavy, “no one has ever fucked me as good as you,” he entered his tip again. 

“Did they fuck you like you deserve?” his voice was taunting, “like the little slut you are?” 

“No,” I took a deep breath, “I’m only a little slut for you.”

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked before snapping his hips into me and I cried out his name telling him that I was too sensitive, “you’ve taken more than this,” was his reply. 

All I could do was moan out his name and let him continue to pound into me as he instead started to praise me for how well I was taking him. 

“I’m going to cum if you do that,” I pouted as his fingers started rubbing my clit causing my legs to shake. 

“Not yet you aren’t,” he chuckled, “because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m your good girl,” I cried out and let my head fall back, closing my eyes tight and trying to focus on not cumming. 

“Look at me baby,” his thumb and forefinger were holding my face and I opened my eyes to see a soft gaze, “if you keep your eyes open, I’ll let you cum, okay?” His voice was a lot sweeter now and soon I was moaning out his name and his thrusts were becoming sloppier as my thighs started shaking and my breathing started to go back to normal. 

He sat down on the edge of the bed and by instinct I went over to sit on his lap. 

“Thank you,” I murmured so softly I wasn’t sure he heard it. I realised that things were going to be different now. What did this mean for our relationship? We had broken up but I think we both knew that neither of us could go too long without fucking each other. 

“Did I fuck the brat out of you?” he chuckled causing me to roll my eyes. 

“I don’t know,” I smirked, “personally I think you were a bit lenient,” I got up from his lap and started getting dressed before he could process what I said. He shook his head and put out his hand, “Give them to me then,” staring at him and blinking rapidly with my mouth open he smirked. 

“These?” I asked, pointing to the underwear which I was just about to put on. 

“Those,” I handed them over to him, “maybe next time if you’re good I’ll give them back to you,” as he put his pants back on he put them in his pocket and I went back to getting dressed so he couldn’t see the heat rising to my cheeks. At least I knew that we were going to do this again. 

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Oh my daysss

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Mary's Song

Cheating?

The Proposal

Lucky to have you

It's never too late

Sickness and Cuddles

Hugs and Kisses

As Long as I'm with her

Under the stars

Just Hold Me

Our Little One (2)

Little Moments

In Your Arms

A Great Father

Wildest Dreams

Heather

Heather (2)

SFW Alphabet

Watch Out

[eunoniaa-deactivated20230222]

hi! are there any fics you recommend for when you’re feeling down and overwhelmed? im down for any character tbh :) i went back to school this week and i have exams soon and i feel a bit stressed or you know that feeling when it all just too much. your dad!draco fic absolutely made my day when i read it! <3

- 🧸anon x

hi sweetheart!! i completely get you, i went through a similar rough patch a couple weeks ago, so here are (most) of the fics that brought me comfort and just made me feel better in general :) i wish you the best of luck for school and just know that my inbox and/or dm’s are always open if you’re in need of someone to chat with <3

(oh and all of these are draco x readers! mwah)

close by @dracoscene

you’re on fire by @dracosaccount

do you want some ice cream? by @dreaming-about-fanfictions

happy , five more minutes and baby carrots by @acosmis-t

sleepless nights by @glossymalfoy

angelus voce by @cherie-draco

under the rain by @astoria-malfcy (or literally anything from her masterlist, trust me)

cycle comfort by @yellowsuitcase

expecting with a malfoy by @malfycs

needed by @mxl-foy

snowflakes by @gryffindors-weasley

with you by @dracosaurusrex

what did you say? by @hiraeth-hogwarts

love language by @dracolvr

sunrise, kisses and pancakes by @dracowars

nightmares by @socontagiousimagines

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♡~Masterlist~ ♡

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Fics:

• 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

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• Draco getting turned on by you being you

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• Draco wanting you in Class

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• Jealous Draco in Class (fluff)

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• Sexual invitation at the Malfoy's Dinner

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• Intense sex with Draco

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• Hogwarts Boys masturbation habits

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• Draco in love with Reader

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• Young Draco in love with Reader (fluff)

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• Draco noncon (dark)

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• Draco jerks off to you in the mornings

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• Draco and Theo are in love with you

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• Daddy Draco

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• Through the years with Draco

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• Yandere Draco kisses you against your will

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"Silly" things:

• Did I just wank to Draco at 3 a.m. ?

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• House to yourself?

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• Uncircumcised Draco~

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• Draco's Boggart (purely silly)

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• A one-liner to cheer you up~

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• Draco's b-day~

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• Theo wants you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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• Draco's advice when sad

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• His walk

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Last updated July 29th 2022

[dracomalfoysslave]

Sweet and Sour Chapter 5.

Summary: Draco's payment arrives; you spend a steamy sex-filled night with the Slytherin Prince.

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin FemReader (TW 18+ sex, name calling, bad language)

Songs: In The Dark- DEV

Elley Duhé - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

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Pushing the door open with a click, Draco steps aside, holding it for you.

A shivering breath escapes you as you enter, eyeing the black the king sized bed in the middle of his elegant gothic room; a thick wave of cologne hits you, making you seriously consider if it contains pheromones from the heavenly effect it has on you.

Stopping right next to the doorway, you wait for Draco as he hastily shuts the door, jamming the lock in. He whips out his wand, muttering "Silencio!" then tosses it on the floor.

Turning, eyes ablaze with hunger, Draco's piercing gray's gaze down into yours through sweaty golden bangs, his handsome face marred with lust utterly sinking you into submission, as no one has ever looked at you like that before; as if you were their breath of life.

Stocking foward and grabbing your shoulders, he smashes you back painfully against the door, shoving your legs apart with his knees. Bending down a bit to position his clothed cock right over your skirt, he pushes it up with his erection, rutting straight into your sopping panties. At the feel of your damp warmth he lets out a steamy groan on your face.

"Draco!" you cry, as pleasure shoots through your throbbing clit at long last. Your hands tangle into the back of his soft hair, pulling his head down to you.

"Draco...I've always wanted to feel you there..." his prick digs your panties between your lips, scraping closer to the skin.

Grasping his arms around your torso, holding you steadily, Draco begins to hump you against the door, grinding his cock into your clit; your shoulders thunk rhythmically against the solid wood.

"You're soaked," he moans ardently, "I can feel it; your clit's huge..." before his lips capture yours in desperate open-mouthed kisses, savoring your thick saliva and the bland taste of your tongue.

A rich scent of apples and pine bathe your nostrils, engulfing your senses; nudging your tongue deep inside his mouth, you flick across his gums and sharp teeth, allowing the craving for everything that's him to run wild; relish bursts in the pit of your stomach, spinning rapidly through your groin. You've captured him; he's yours. Draco is yours...

Your fingers trace down his neck, yanking his hair indulgently like you always craved.

Draco's animalistic thrusts against your panties turn slow and languishing as he grinds his cock in deep circular motions. Lifting up, you sway your hips, moving your clit back and forth against the tip of his prick; your wetness seeps into his trousers, slickly rubbing you down.

"I've wanted you so badly," groans Draco, nipping at your lips.

Your stomach coils at his heated degree, heart swelling. "Ahh Draco...you too..." you moan out the words, everything you've suppressed for him tumbling through your lips, falling onto his.

Tongues lashing at each other, saliva drenching your chin and cheeks, you move your hands down his neck, scantily tracing across his chest, down his stomach, stopping on his erection. Draco stops rutting against you, pulling his hips back a bit for you to reach him; your small hand grasps his clothed shaft, sliding around it, grinding your palm into him.

Throwing his head back, golden bangs flitting across his flushed face, Draco moans lavishly; his icy eyes roll back, legs trembling from the long awaited pleasure.

"Oh god yes; I've wanted you to do this to me for years," he groans, looking hazily down into your eyes.

Lifting your skirt to your ribs with one hand, Draco swiftly hooks his finger around your panties with the other and pulls them aside.

Inhaling sharply, his eyes widen at the sight; wetness strings across your panties, stretching between your thighs, a strand snapping and hanging down between your legs. Swollen and slick, your labia are spread with arousal, hard clit raising beneath your hood.

"So fucking sexy..." Draco pants ravenously, swiping his thumb across your clit.

Gasping, your hips involuntarily jerk at the raw pleasure; Draco, Draco was touching you.

"Like that, honey? Is this what you were waiting for me to do?" he asks with gleeming eyes, eyebrows pinched in fierce longing as he continues the rubbing of his thumb in deep circles.

"Yes!" you moan firmly, rotating your hips around his large hand, shifting your clit around his finger tip. He touched you better than you ever could; how many nights you had thought of this, wondered desperately what his fingers felt like.

"So soft," Draco mutters, "your lips," he gasps, "are so slick for me...so beautiful...I've always wanted to touch them..."

Through waves of pleasure, clammy and undexterous, your fingers dart to his belt, fumbling with it and clinking it open, dropping it around his hips; hastily reaching for his zipper and ripping it down, you slide your shaking hand into his black boxers, brushing his coarse blonde pubes.

"My cock's aching so bad," groans Draco, shifting his hips in anticipation of your touch.

Shuddering at having touched him this intimately, you reach in farther, until your fingers secure around his thick warm cock. His fingers slow on your clit, momentarily losing their pace as your fingers graze his bare skin.

Sparks wrench through your heat at the touch of him, while he moans softly, desperately, cock twitching in your hand.

"Ahh...yes...touch me..." he encourages, wincing in pleasure.

Your fingers catch a trace of wetness from his precum as you guide his erection up out of his boxers.

Letting out a little gasp, you gaze longingly at his pink cock which stands rigidly against his stomach while resting in your hand; he is longer than average and much thicker. Somehow this is exactly what you were expecting, from his undertered confidence - and from a guy as hot as him; his balls are tight, voluptuous, speckled with curly blonde pubes.

"Like it?" he asks huskily, smirking a bit at the look of awe across your face.

"Fucking hell Draco; you've been keeping that monster on you the whole time?" you muse in giddly lust, tracing your thumb over the prominent wet tip of his prick.

A ravenous grin lights his face before he pushes his cock through the small cup of your hand, your thumb swiveling on his head; you savor the feel of his veins gliding through your fingers.

"Ahh...yess..." he hisses in pleasure, timing his strokes on your clit to the pumping of his hips.

Holding his deep gaze while you touch each other in the most intimate areas, you drink in one another's longing through expressions of ecstasy.

Features softening, raising his eyebrows, Draco asks for your permission, his index finger prodding gently at your entrance, caressing the hole around it's edges.

Hastily nodding yes, Draco slides his long finger through your lips in one smooth move, until his knuckles hit your labia.

Starving, your walls clamp down around him in tingling ecstasy of finally being plugged.

"Oohhh! Oh yes, keep doing that, Dray!" you moan at the thickness of his knobby finger.

Beginning to pump his finger in and out of you, you devour the repetitive opening and closing of your hole, craving the next thrust more than the previous; tightening your hand around his cock in need, you begin jerking it in time with your thrusts into his palm.

"So wet, darling...my little slut gets so wet for me," Draco muses, pressing an open mouth kiss to your lips.

"Put another one inside me," you pant, capturing his mouth lightly with yours; you needed something more, something bigger; your insides were so famished it felt like there would never be enough.

Immediately you feel Draco's middle finger sliding into you, deliciously stretching wide your walls; you wiggle at the velocity of being filled, your insides clamping around his knuckles.

Mouth capturing his again, you can hardly feel which is coming from where; the delectable strokes of his fingers inside you, combined with the swipes of his thumb on your clit, and his tongue lashing across your own. Lit up inside, he's slowly building and coaxing the fire beneath your navel.

"Dray," you moan hastily, guiding his cock down, whilst stepping in closer; he pulls out his sopping fingers, spreading your labia with an upside-down v, having to regrip them a couple times because of the slickness.

His breaths come unblanced on your face as you drag his cock from your perineum up through your labia, burshing it over your clit; clenching up immediately at the intense pleasure, a muscle spasms, causing a tingling release accompanied by a leak of fluid to jet out from you over Draco's cock. Crying out at the sweet feeling, you rub Draco's cock through your pulsating lips again.

"Squirter..." Draco pants ravenously as you guide his cock through you.

"I...I didn't know I could do that..." your voice trembles heavily, weighted down by thick pleasure.

Draco bends down a bit, rubbing the red tip of his cock right over your swelled hole, nudging it open slightly, teasing you, begging you to say it's okay for him to put himself inside you.

"T-the bed Draco...I want you on the...b-bed," you get out between groans and the distraction of your quivering pussy anticipating being smashed into.

"Give me one minute, baby," Draco's eyes are wide, almost black with need.

Pulling back from you, with a look of determination and sticky fingers, he tears your skirt and panties down your legs, allowing you to hold onto his shoulders as you step out of them.

Discarding your bottoms on the floor, Draco stands, and you bend on your knees yanking his pants and boxers down his legs; moving lower to the floor, guiding his trousers over his knees, upon catching the musky scent of his crotch, enticed, you draw a slow lick across his balls, over the wiry hairs, all the way up to the tip of his prick; a bitter drop of precum surprises you, yet you lick your lips, looking up to meet his eyes.

Squeaking softly, Draco gazes down in awe at you, shuddering at the teasing flick of your warm tongue.

As you pull up, he begins shrugging off his suit jacket, then tugging away his tie.

Shuffling off his trousers, Draco's fingers fly to your shirt buttons, undoing them as you struggle to do the same to his, looping your arms through each other; standing naked before you he is thin, toned delicately, resembling an elfen prince.

Shirts falling to the floor, his fingers dip around your back, deftly slipping the hooks of your bra apart and letting it drop; his warm hands cup around your breasts, gently giving them a squeeze before flicking his thumbs across your perky nipples; shivers spill across your chest, twinging in your clit.

Kicking off your shoes and socks into a pile, lacing one of his long arms under your knees, Draco lifts you, swinging you up into his arms and carrying you naked, princess style over to his bed; his cock pokes into your butt, his nose burrowing into your hair.

"Ah, fuck me...fuck me now, Draco!" you beg, clutching around his neck and tugging him against your chest in need as you draw near the bed, already missing his fingers.

"Almost there, angel...I'm gonna fuck you right now," he murmers huskily. "You'll never have to wait this long again," he mutters hotly into your neck through suckles on your skin.

Reaching the bed, Draco gently places you on the richly dressed mattress and instantly climbs on top of you with fiery eyes.

Looking up to him in submission as he towers above you, face alight with desire, you spread you legs wide on either side of you, pulling your labia apart with your fingers. You have never ached so hard, needed release so desperately; visibly, you can feel your hole twitching open, hungering for Draco.

"My angel..." Draco groans, his knees between your legs, positioning his cock with his hand to your entrance, before leaning in ever so slightly to push his tip in.

Letting out a sharp trembling sigh, you arch your back in euphoria as you are stretched, forcing his cock to slide deeper inside you.

Locking watery eyes with Draco who looks utterly taken, he lets out a hoarse moan, shoulders shivering at your tightness. Reaching for your hands and splaying them beside you, Draco laces his long fingers in yours, before pressing all the way into you.

Heavenly fire coils through you as his cock stretches you around him, painfully bumping your cervix, yet the sting just adds to being filled to the brim with him, and you want nothing more.

Dragging himself out of your wet heat, Draco pushes back in steadily, smashing his balls against your butt; your earrings tinkle with every thrust.

"My angel...my love...my princess...is this a good pace?" he groans, gazing frevently into your face, attachment overflowing his expression as if he is gazing at the most precious thing in the world.

"That's exactly what I want!" you cry, "I want you so so bad, Draco!"

Grinning malevolently, Draco's powerful thighs flex under you as pounds you hard and firm, giving full length thrusts; his cock feels like it's cutting you in half, stretching you to the brim, before ramming back in; he does not hold back, moaning deeply as he strokes your insides, feeling every dip and curve in your snug heat which he has coveted. The schlick of your rhythm rings out, echoing against the stark walls.

"Harder! Draco, yess!" you squeal, wrapping your legs around his back, pulling him down and making him lurch over you, nailing your g-spot; savoring the tense fire of being ground into, his thick cock rearranging you, you let out a wanton, wild moan.

Containing everything you've held back for years, all the shame, all the anger, all the pent up desire of never being loved properly; you let it all out in escalating moans and gasps, expressing the sweet devastation that lust has reduced you to.

Sweat sticks to your hands as you rub up and down Draco's broad back, hugging him constantly, squeezing him intermittently against your breasts.

"This is everything I've ever wanted," moans Draco, kissing your lips as he weaves his cock in and out of you.

"Me too..." And you mean it with all your heart, smiling against his gentle mouth, feeling his lips curl back.

Letting go of one of your clammy hands, Draco reaches between your legs, circling your clit in rhythm with his steady thrusts.

Breathing out deeply, Draco's hot breath peppers across your neck, "You feel incredible my little slut," slowly thrusting into you so that you can feel every inch of him spreading you wide.

"I don't know how much longer I can last, but I promise I'll keep going after I come," he chuckles softly into your neck, "there's no way I'll get soft anytime soon."

Letting go of his hand, you rub your fingers over his warm ears, kissing his lips desperately, too close to release yourself to think stright. "It's...it's okay, Draco, come. Come inside of me!" you squeal fervently, squeezing his hips with your thighs, clenching up on his cock to induce your own orgasm.

Panting, Draco rutts into you harder, frenzily; the friction building between you is incredible, sparks upon sparks driving within your gut, shooting through you in a constant wave, increasing with every thust. Every flick of Draco's skilled fingers draw more wetness drenching down, soaking his cock, matting his pubes.

"D-Draco...I'm c-close," you squeak.

Draco gives a soft moan of satisfaction, smiling against your lips.

The pressure inside you peaks fast, faster, until it's falling, spilling out in thick waves of pleasure. Clit throbbing, ecstasy spikes through you as your walls shake, clamping down on Draco.

"I..ahh Draco, I'm coming!" you wail, wriggling your pulsing clit against his pressing fingers.

"Yes, Angel...aw yes!" hisses Draco as you clench him, "come for me, my love...come on me," he coaxes in a gentle husk. "I'm close, so close..."

"Ahhhh....ohh Dray!" you pant, gasping, "Dray...Dray..." crying his name with each spasm, milking your orgasm for all it's worth; you must have at least had over ten hard contractions, a massive orgasm for you.

With a loud gasp, Draco's thighs tense, his trusts becoming light; his hips shake as something warm fills you, deliciously heating your insides.

"Y/n..." A high pitched moan tumbles forth from him, followed by desperate girlish groans as he pulls his head back, winching in pleasure before staring down at you with a gentle look on his face, his eyes soft and doting as more warm spurts pour into you, dousing your walls in his love.

Ah, Draco's O face... your eyes scan every curve of his secret, precious expression as your pussy throbs softly, coming down from you high.

"I need you, I need you again," you request shakily, nuzzling your nose in his neck. "It's been too long...much too long a wait,"

"Me too, my little slut," he muses with a note of jest, gently thumping his cock into your g-spot, smiling at your gasp. "I'm still so hard for you.."

His moist bangs brush across your forehead as he lays down between your legs, chest inches from yours still heaving with heavy breaths. Face sweaty and red, he dips his head low, flicking his tounge out and licking your mouth - slowly, like he's savoring the most delicious candy; you open your mouth wide, stroking his tongue in hot swipes, scooping his saliva into the back of your throat.

He begins stirring himself in your insides, which pulse with heightened sensitivity after having just came; his come making it even easier to move slickly through you.

He mutters sweet nothings softly through kisses, "My love...Y/n...you're so beautiful...so beautiful...all mine...my angel..."

"Mmmh, Draco...Draco..." you murmer, through languishingly humps against him; it feels ecstatic, especially satisfactory to be filled after coming, even more filling now that you are becoming accoustomed to his cock.

Sifting your fingers through his hair, rustling his locks like you had always wanted to, his musk and overbearing cologne whisk you into a dreamy haze.

"You feel wonderful, Draco..." you pull back, telling him into his doey eyes.

"You've had me hooked since the day I met you..." his whisper rich with tenderness.

Smiling, you sink back into each other's lips letting the pleasure and crackling of your slick movements carry you into a trance, where all that was left were each other. This could go on forever, and would be a perfect eternity...

Tightness builds again within you, and you know you're close.

Draco feels your subtle desperate shifts beneath him and pulls back a bit to watch you with a ravishing look across his face.

"I want to see everything this time; I want to watch you come from me," he growls, a sexy grin pulling at a corner of his mouth.

"Watch me..." you coo breathless, letting ecstasy take you. Contracting in even harder waves of pleasure, you burst around his cock. "Draco! Dray! Draco..." the litney of his name carries your orgasm higher, into soaring realms of pleasure.

He watches you entranced, cold gray eyes moving over every twitch in your face, then body, shifting down between your legs where he pushes against your clit with every contraction on his cock.

"So beautiful..." he says wistfully, nudging his cock against your g-spot, "come around me, let it all go on me."

His cock twitches inside of you. "Can you wait for me to come again? Won't take long," he asks intently, thumbing over one of your flushed cheeks.

"Of course I want you to fill me again. I love how sore you make me," you tease, as peace washes over you from the residual tingles of your climax.

Letting go of Draco, you lay back against the mattress for him to use your body. "Use me..." you say softly, enticing him to pump himself in you as much as he can take.

Draco's face scrunches in need as he speeds up drilling you, rocking you back and forth, subsequently creaking the bed.

"Take all of me, good girl...you like my cock, don't you?"

"I- love- your- cock," your reply comes jagged as he shakes you.

Thrilled by the fire in your loins from overstimulation, egged on by it, you savor how sexy it feels to be Draco's human masturbation sleeve.

Grinding his hips into your thighs, his thrusts become sparse. "I'm coming, angel...take all of me."

A hoarse groan shivers out his lips.

"Y/n, ngh...Y/n...you feel so good...so good...." he gazes down at you while his spurts pour into you. "Take all my come, Y/n."

"That's a good boy; fill me, Draco," you hold onto his quivering hips.

Pulling out, you feel his come splurge from you, hotly running down your thigh.

Draco collapses onto the bed beside you, bangs sprawling in a halo around his head. Rolling onto your side, draping an arm across his shoulders, for moments you lay gazing at each other in blissful satisfaction, his come oozing out of your onto the sheets, your heat dully aching.

"What would you say...if I told you I wanted to go down on you right now?" Draco grins sloppily from the bed, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Yes. One hundred percent yes," a smile breaks across your face; he just couldn't get enough of you, could he?

Chuckling softy, Draco climbs over between your legs, laying between them, his head inches from your messy heat. "This will also help with the pain; I'm sure you must be sore," his cheeks flush deeper with a devilish smirk.

"A little, but I do have to say I love it; I'll be feeling you days."

Chuckling again, Draco scoots his head in; a warm, wet sensation spreads up through your lips and over your raw clit.

Gasping at the intense pleasure, your walls quiver.

Another pleasurable lick swipes across you, diddling between your labia, right over your hole.

"That's fantastic, i-it's - ah, keep going!" you manage, wanting to slip deeper into the engrossing pleasure of his kitty licks.

He hums against you in satisfaction, vibrating your lips; you wished he would hum more, it increased the sensation - and to your joy, he did, moaning often between the licks and swirls of tongue.

"Making me...so...fucking...hard," Draco's groan is muffled in your heat, spiking pleasure through you. "You taste...delicious...mhhm..." he grinds his hips into the mattress beneath him, and you watch his toned rump and thighs tensing.

Your body is numb, every sense focused between your legs on Draco's heavenly licks. Suckling your labia, Draco nudges his nose between them, rubbing it in your slickness, feasting on your juice and his own come from the cup of your body.

It overwhelmed you to see him eating you up, devouring you, his head bobbing between your thighs; your stomach begins to tense, electricity throbbing in your pussy.

"You're making me- ngh, come again!" you clench your pelvis and thigh muscles, grabbing the back of Draco's soft head, pushing his face deep into your heat.

Unravelling on his face, you feel stabs of pleasure burn through you, your clit pulsating against Draco's nose, his tongue buried inside of you, stroking your contractions.

"Oh Draco," you groan in pain as he continues kitty licks up your clit, "I'm so raw, mhhm, you can stop...", tugging his hair gently to pry him off of you.

Pulling up panting, Draco hovers over you looking blissful, his nose and face glistening with a mixture of your come, cheeks a lush shade of red. "I've gotta come again, since you turned me on so much, little slut," he smirks, drawing his hand around himself, slowly beginning to pump his erection over you.

"So hot...is that how you touch yourself?" you beam up at him in the peaceful clouds of coming down from good sex.

"Yes," he growls, flicking his wrist harder, "this is what I do to thoughts of you."

He locks cold eyes with you, a vein throbbing in his neck as he yanks his cock hard.

"You...ngh...do this to me....every night," he groans, breathing in sharply as he aims his cock over you and shoots onto your breasts.

"Still so much, you horndog!" you tease as another hot rope splashes across you.

Milking himself, the last drops of come trickle down his length; shuddering, letting go of himself, Draco crawls over beside you and flops down in exhaustion.

He wraps a sweaty arm over you, drawing you into him; your breasts press into his chest, sticking his come on him, but neither of you care; it feels so good to be messy, downright filthy, covered in each other's lust.

Stringing one of your legs over him, you pull him closer, letting the last of his come dribble out of you onto his thigh.

"Mhm, I always knew you were a kinky bitch," remarks Draco, grinning.

"No secret that you're a sex god," you giggle hoarsely.

Draco laughs, tracing shapes with his finger lazily onto your back. "You're staying the night, you know that, right?"

Your heart stirs a bit. "Well it's too late to go back now anyway," you mock roll your eyes.

Pressing a soft kiss to your lips, Draco lifts your face to his.

"Just a few more..." he mutters, pressing gentle kisses to your mouth.

"It doesn't have to be..." you whisper soothingly, licking your tongue across his.

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Sweet and Sour Chapter 2.

Summary: Things between you and Draco take a drastic and spicy turn in the days before your study date.

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin FemReader (TW 18+ smut hinting/teasing, insults)

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Divination, your last class of the day (which Draco had dropped out of years ago unfortunately) goes by in a blur; you can't remember anything besides Professor Trelawney looking into one of her orbs and gasping loudly, then hobbling over to you with a bright red blush to whisper in your ear that friday will be a day of great luck for you - and to remember to cast the contraception spell.

Class ended 20 minutes ago, and you have since barracaded yourself in the bathroom, wishing desperately that you were in another house so that you could eat in peace, away from Draco; right now you don't think you can stomach anything with guilt gnawing at you, and slightly aroused.

Wondering what Draco is doing right now; if somehow he is nervous too, a loud rumble from your stomach alerts you that you can't wait any longer.

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Dinner is just as bad as you feared; Draco sits almost directly across from you, sensually sucking and licking his fork, lapping up the juices of his meal, then shooting you slightly amused, devilish stares.

Avoiding his gazes, being forced to stare straight down at your plate, you stumble into wondering how long it took him to get soft after you left him in the field this afternoon; cleaning your wet panties in the bathroom before Divination - while resisting the urge to run your itching fingers across yourself - was utter agony.

Quite a while has passed before the Slytherin table begins to clear and Draco gets up, leaving you one of the only people left. Sighing in relief, your shoulders begin to loosen at last; maybe now you will be able to eat something in peace.

Something hard and hot suddenly presses into your back, as Draco reaches across the table from behind you to put something back.

Your heart pounds in your ears. Soft blonde hair brushes aginst your cheek, and his warm lips hover right over your ear. "I'm going to destroy you," he whispers coarsely.

Immediately your insides respond, coiling again; you grip tightly to the bottom of your skirt, squeezing your toes.

Draco presses his erection harder into your back, pretending to arrange the utensils across from you.

"I won't be able to sleep tonight because of you, and I will repay you for it," he seethes.

Turning in haste, looking over your shoulder, your blood freezes, finding him nose to nose with you.

He leans into your ear, pressing his hot lips to it through your hair. "This very load," he rolls his hips, "is going to be inside of you."

Shifting in front of you, in a swift move he presses his lips right onto yours. At the warmth of his mouth, a jolt slices through your pussy; his lips are enticing, soft and gentle - you keep perfectly still, relishing how it seems to light you from the inside while his touch lingers for seconds.

With a soft crackle he pulls away, and swiftly heads off towards the exit as quickly as he came, without looking back; his hard on stays safely hidden under his robes.

Staring after his back, you can't rip your eyes away, raptly watching his angelic locks as they bob with his swagger; for the first time you notice how much you like the way he walks, brutishly, exerting command with every step. Goosebumps ripple up your back, prickling across your breasts.

As his figure disappears out the doorway, your senses give a rev, jarring you back to the soft chatters in the room. Realizing with a mixture of shame and horror that he just kissed you in front of everyone, you hope to Merlin the remaining students were not looking.

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The next couple of days are filled with Draco taunting you more than he ever has. Unable to tear away his gaze from you in the corridors, he has been flicking his tongue out at you, wiggling it sensually whenever he can, not even caring if anyone's around, to your horror. People have been staring at you like you have food on your face lately, and no doubt they have seen you the object of Malfoy, the attention whore. You know its only a matter of time before people start asking questions - if they aren't already.

Besides just about stalking you, Draco has hopped over the back of couch in the common room to sit next to you, threatening you sexually under his breath, and he has flown you countless notes in class.

Your embarrassment, however, didn't stop you from saving all his notes. His notes did something to you that you could allow yourself to feel, since he himself was not around.

You lay on your bed reading one now:

You slut. Button your shirt up.

The notes this week were explicit, and you'd die to think what would happen if one of the teachers caught them; you open another one of your favorites:

I know you like it when I tease you, you little bitch. Getting wet reading this, are you?

And he was right. You read the note from today:

I woke up so hard because of you. Just think of my cock aching all day in my trousers...I can hardly focus on anything. It's your fault, and you will pay.

Shivering, you fold up the notes and slide them back inside your dresser. You had no idea if Draco actually liked you or if he was just horny, but the excitement you felt from his recent attention made it impossible for you to continue incessant denial of your feelings. But you did not dare make a move; he was still the awful Malfoy who tormented your Gryffindor friends and blackmailed you into fucking him; how could you call this man your friend?

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Thursday night is colder than usual. The sky above the dining hall is clear and scattered with stars; the full moon looms in a corner of the ceiling.

Stiffly - in fact you can't sit any stiffer - you sit next to the sweet smelling Slytherin Prince. He was already there when you arrived, and when you carefully sat down on the other end of the table, he immediately got up and slid in next to you, with that familiar devilish grin. As much as you hated to admit it, it made you happy, so happy.

The blue light of the moon shimmers down his golden-white hair, and flickers across his low lidded eyes. He sits far too close to you, having slowly inched closer until your thighs touched; now your shoulders brush with every move.

In a moment of loss to your internal battle, while his head is down you turn to him, hurriedly taking him in; he looks like he belongs in the night sky, a fallen angel…who's gray eyes look up, too quick to turn from, locking with yours.

It's like he could smell you looking at him; paralyzed like a deer in the headlights, you stare at him in a fearful daze.

Warmth spreads through you as his clammy hand grasps yours under the table; his nervous sweating flatters you. Swept up in the moment, and blaming it on his touch, you squeeze his hand back.

Draco snickers quietly, alluding to "What will you do now?"

Nonchalantly leaning toward him, a smirk creeps across your lips; a moment of weakness would never stop you from playing the game, and playing it well.

"Draco, you're in love with me, aren't you..." you confirm in a soft, serpentine hush.

"You wish I was," he snorts, haughtily throwing his head, tossing his locks.

"You were so glad when I finally came up to you, weren't you? So delighted to have me begging for your mercy," you whisper sweetly, dripping with venom. "I know you've always wanted me, Draco."

Draco's face goes red, contorting with outrage, nostrils flaring; no one talks to Malfoy like this. You know its a risk, but you feel safe doing it because the risk of him not wanting to bury his cock inside of you for it seems slim. You actually have somewhat of the upper hand, compared to having nothing to hold against him like before.

Long moments pass, and his reaction is not lessening; just as you start to wonder if maybe you have gone too far, he speaks.

"If you don't run before the hall clears out, I will fuck you right here on the table, since you want it so badly," he says hotly. His pupils are dilated through the sleek blonde bangs parted over his eyes.

"Can't hold out another day?" You cock your head to the side, with an innocent, puzzled expression.

A vein pulses in his forehead. "You're the little bitch who's trying to rile me up a day too early." He smirks lecherously.

"Not because you started this, of course." Grinning, you enjoy having gotten under his skin.

Draco's hand tightens on yours; digging his index and middle finger into the underside of your palm, he locks eyes with you and begins to rub in rapid circles.

Awe strikes you, prickling at your skin; he has struck a pace tantalizingly similar to the one you use on yourself. You bite the inside of your cheek, attempting to keep your straight face.

"I'll only warn you once more, darling," he seethes close to your mouth, allowing you to smell the sweet desserts arayed in his breath. "You better not leave me alone here with you."

"And when I do that, you better show me that you're a big boy who can hold back," you retort shrewdly, proud and impressed with yourself for your wit in the heat of the moment.

"Bitch," he hisses with a snarl, before leaning back in his seat, yet hunching over the table in that all-too familiar way that men try to hide the buldges in their pants.

Draco grabs his goblet and takes a swig of tart lemonade, sighing a bit loudly, letting a few drops drip down his lips onto his chin.

Swelling with desire, your breasts singe hotly inside your shirt, aching to be squeezed. Obstanatly, you give him credit for that; he looks fucking sexy, and that's probably the look he gets after eating someone out.

His low lidded eyes peer over from beside you in anticipation of your reaction; you stamp on his foot hard under the table, and he stifles a pained groan.

Silence rapidly spills out around you as the hall begins to clear.

Draco chuckls, eyes gleeming as he watches you stay firmly planted in your seat, slowly nibbling a cookie as if you are the last person in the world.

"Staying, are you? What a slut," he mumbles in mock sorrow.

"Dying to get something out of me early, because you haven't jerked off in a few days? Impatient little boy," you say pityingly; your whisper comes out a little more loudly than you intended because there are no voices left in the room besides your own.

Letting go of your hand, Draco slips it onto your thigh. He uses his other hand to hastily grab onto your tie and pull it, jerking you forward to him. Staring at his face up close, you admire his him as he gazes at you; his cheekbones, chin, lips, everything that you usually try to ignore. He's the most beautiful boy you have ever seen, hardly human with that precious face. Instinctively, you squeeze your legs together.

"Let's see who can last longer, little bitch," he seethes in your face, with haughty narrowed eyes, his pupils huge in desire.

"You're on." Swinging one of your legs over the bench, straddling it, your swollen clit presses against the wood, your damp panties already seeping into it.

Not a moment later you lean in impulsively, taking hold of his shirt collar, and gently pressing your lips on his.

A muffled moan reverberates from Draco onto your lips, breaking the kiss apart with a little pop. Then he presses back in, mouthing slowly against you; he cups his lips around yours, brushing the sensitive sides of your bottom lobe, sending you into shivers.

Pulling your tie, Draco tugs you in closer, smashing your clit against the bench. His delicate kisses stealthily increase; beginning to suckle your bottom lobe, recapturing it, flicking out his hot tongue between your lips.

You taste the sugary lemonade remnants mixed with the sweets you had shared. Saliva strings between you, dripping down your chins.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, ecstasy spiralling through your core, as every part of you betrays your animosity and dedicates to drinking his lush lips. Noses nudging, your burning cheeks brush each other with the sway of your heads.

Draco's heavy, hot breaths steam out his nostrils, and your pantings fill his mouth. The acoustics of the hall amplify his deeper groans and your breathy gasps, which thunder louder in your ears, increasing the danger of being caught.

Reluctantly, Draco seems to realize the same thing; his movements grow stiffer as he listens closely to catch the sound of any approaching footsteps.

"I - stop…" he sputters suddenly, pushing a hand to your chest, causing you to lose your grip on his shirt.

"I hear something-" messily, he pulls away, stringing warm saliva a foot between you.

His face is the reddest you have ever seen it, agonized with blissful anguish; he jiggles his legs anxiously against the bench, wiping his swollen red mouth off on his sleeve.

Besides thinking he looks awfully cute, you are too distracted to dwell on how shocked you are that the presumed fuckboy of Hogwarts was so excited by a kiss - not that you weren't; the wet patch on the bench under your skirt says enough.

A fearful look slowly spreads across your face; reality is crawling back fast. Dissipointment and anger at yourself begin to settle in your gut. How could you do this? How could you let yourself get so careless? You're not getting anything in return for making out with him; this didn't have to happen!

"Heard that too?" asks Draco, hurridly pulling his robes away from his stomach, shielding the protruding lump in his pants, and wielding around in the direction of distant footsteps.

All is forgotten for the moment; both of you clamber up from the table, the voices of Mcgonagall and Snape becoming audible.

With A shared look of terror, in silent agreement you sprint together as quietly as you can out of the hall. Draco pulls your hand, narrowly turning the corner and just missing the two teachers as they enter the Great Hall, their robes billowing behind them.

Dashing through the twisting halls, you scarcely avoide colliding into the walls that jutt out with every turn. Flying up the stairs after Draco, with burning lungs you reach the landing; he spits out the password and the portrait swings open. Scurrying after him through the hole in the wall, you glance in dismay around the emerald room which bustles with people.

Looking to Draco, his eyes signal in annoyance that there won't be a chance to say anything more in privacy tonight; the silver snake-encrusted grandfather clock reads five minutes to ten, which means Snape will be arriving in a few minutes for room checks. Of course you wouldn't - you couldn't if you wanted to - sneak off to Draco's room with him, because of the crowd.

"Y/n," Draco shouts over the hubbub, a disgruntled smirk appearing on his face. "Goodnight then," he says firmly, with an edge of distaste, spinning on his heel and walking off to the boys dormitory where his prefects room is.

Standing amongst a swarm of Slytherins, you are left wanting more, much more than this night permitted, wishing desperately that Draco had stayed longer, until the clock chimed; long enough for you to say something back to him, or at least just to be...in his presence longer. Lifting your hand idly to your chest, you feel the lack of him in a pang of ringing emptiness.

You thought it had not even been a minute, yet the clock strikes you out of your thoughts. Had you really been frozen in place since he left? You ponder this while heading swiftly off towards the girls dorm.

Hours later lying in bed, you are kept awake by butterflies flitting about in your stomach and sparks flickering through your pussy; that makeout session was the hottest one you ever had; you could not believe that it was from Draco...you don't know whether its from anticipation or excitement, because you look forward to the next day as much as you are dreading it.

Digging your fingers into your pillow, you roll over, clenching your thighs shut; you can't resist squeezing them together a bit while you replay the events of the night in your head. Besides your "no fap" deal with Draco, you are secretly looking forward to having a more intense orgasm with him, and relish the past few days of built up need.

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"This very load," he rolls his hips, "is going to be inside of you." GULPS

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Healing a heart

Draco Malfoy x fem! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Draco felt half alive after the second wizarding war, that was until he found the two pieces he had been missing

Warnings: swearing, mentions of food, cannon character deaths, pregnancy and sex, ptsd, hurt/comfort moments, kissing, mostly fluff, time jumps

A/n: 8.2 k words, I written this mostly from Draco’s point of view, usually I like to switch and give both perspectives but I feel like this is his healing journey so I want to focus on him. Reader is a muggleborn and ex Hufflepuff. As usual I got so carried away and this is more of a oneshot since I decided to combine an idea I had preivously with this request. I hope you like it, the first half is the reader and Draco’s story and the second his Draco and his daughters, enjoy x

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Draco sighed as he ate breakfast, looking around his barren flat he couldn’t help but feel empty inside. It was however better than living in his family’s mansion, there were too many bad memories plaguing that place, the screams of the people his aunt tortured, his marking ceremony and many others he still relived every night. At this point he was just existing, only thing that gave him any satisfaction were the people he helped as a healer, even that was tainted as many people refused treatment from him as soon as they saw the remanence of his dark mark or heard his last name

Once he got to work he headed through to his little office. On his way one of the senior healers called on him “Yeah?” he tilts his head as he approaches her

“We need you in the general wing, our regular guy is off with his new born so we need you to cover for the next few months until he’s back from paternity leave” she explains

Draco nods “Fine” he wasn’t going to argue, he usually got stuck with crappier work, not that the general wing wasn’t a nice place to work but it was the place he got the most hate if they saw his mark. He cursed the day for being so warm as he prepared himself to overheat in the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing

Walking in he looks around trying to find the older women who usually worked when he saw someone groaning on one of the nearby beds. He decided to help them first then go off to find her.

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Draco's masturbation habits over his Slytherin crush (FemReader) ✿

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Meeting you in the dormitory hallway in the mornings, sometimes Draco's cock and hips with twitch involuntarily at the sight of you, which is more prone to happen to him in his freshly roused, weakened state. Burning with arousal, he will shift around afterwards, passing it off smoothly as stretching or walking.

But god, when he sees you in the morning - the urge he represses to grind slowly into you until you are dripping, then deflty unzip his fly and slide himself slickly into you, is unbearable.

On the mornings when Draco aches, practically unravelling for you, he skips rubbing out his morning wood; Draco likes the intense ache in his crotch that lingers all day, and how it combines to intoxicate him when he sees you.

On the mornings when Draco can't fathom waiting 13+ hours without tugging his pick, he wakes up with clouded eyes, groggily sticks his hand under his sheet and into his boxers, and grabs hold of his aching cock.

Slowly at first, he just rubs the swollen wet head, gently caressing it with his lithe fingertips until that delicious sting settles in his gut, and his shaft throbs, almost painfully hard to be pumped and released.

After he starts fisting his cock, it only takes Draco around 30 seconds to blow his hot, thick load, shooting it onto his sheets. His mouth falls open, and Draco indulges himself by letting out a few soft, albeit, high-pitched groans of relish as the waves of his climax pulse through his cock. During which, his crystal eyes glaze over, turned up towards the ceiling, and he stares hard, his face growing slack before grimacing as if he's about to cry, all while imagining your sweet little pussy twinging and growing wetter by the second around him.

He milks himself as he cums, not caring about shooting his seed all over his bed and gumming it up, because of the wandless cleaning spell he uses when he finishes.

On the days where Draco does jerk off to you, he is more relaxed around you, whereas on the days where he does not, he is a total mess: Draco is extremely clingy, hugging you maybe 10 times throughout the day, just hovering around you in general, like a fairy over a bush, holding your hand, randomly brushing into you, and "teasingly"- his good excuse - kissing your lips, because he loves the stunned look it leaves on your face.

His hand will wander over your hip when you are standing next to him, or be placed idly around your back, sometimes pulling you to sit on his knee in the common room, wrapping you snuggly against his chest; he's careful to move his erection beforehand, and always makes sure that you are sitting on his knee, not his lap. Draco would be utterly fucked if you did - actually, that would be you.

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CONTENT WARNING: none

SUMMARY: you had been raising your son as a single mum for a few years. what happens when a small encounter in gringotts changes your serene scene entirely.

WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 3781 words/ 19 minutes

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"I’D LIKE TO withdraw 5 galleons please," y/n requested, handing her laminated paper card to the goblin.

the goblin took the card and keyed the bank account number into its machine.

y/n felt the hand that was holding hers slowly slip.

"surely it must be a mistake, madam rosmerta said she'd transfer me my pay for the month," y/n shook her head.

"are you suggesting that i'm in the wrong here then? if you've got no money then that's it. don't go around insulting me," the goblin said rather loudly, the people in line behind silently judging the mother.

"no, of course not. i'm terribly sorry, i'm sure it's just a misunderstanding on my end, i'll come back tomorrow," y/n quickly apologised after hearing hushed whispers from the group of well-dressed women behind her.

y/n reached out to grab her son's arm and was shocked when she grasped onto air. she looked down and the little boy was no longer there.

"shit," she cursed under her breath.

"baby? where have you gone?" y/n crouched down.

she stayed silent to listen for the ringing of a bell. she had put a charmed anklet on her son so that it would ring with each step he took. the charmed element of it was that only y/n could hear the ringing.

she followed the noise of the bell and her eyes widened when she saw her son bump into a pair of legs, his chocolate ice cream all over the black trousers and polished shoes of the person the leg belonged to.

"oh my merlin, sir i'm so so sorry, i apologise, i should have watched where he was going," y/n quickly picked her son up in her arms, moving her face away so the five year old's sticky chocolate stained hands would not get on her.

"it is quite alright, i should have watched where i was going," a velvety voice spoke.

y/n huffed as she tucked the lose strands of hair behind her ear, eyes meeting the man's.

the y/h/c woman let out an audible gasp when she saw the likes of none other than draco lucius malfoy.

"y/n?" draco tilted his head to the side, his eyes then trailed to the boy in her arms, studying his blonde hair, blue eyed features.

"u-uh," y/n stuttered as she quickly rushed out the bank onto the main street of diagon alley.

"y/n! y/n wait!" draco called out after her, but she pretended not to hear and made a bee-line towards the end of the street.

y/n's footsteps then came to a halt when she was pulled back by a hand on her shoulder.

"y/n," draco stated.

"malfoy," y/n replied with a straight smile.

an awkward silence fell upon the three.

"mummy," scorpius whispered into his mother's ear, "he looks just like me. uncle georgie at the joke shop said that kids look like their daddies."

but scorpius had not quite acquired the skills of whispering yet, resulting in draco hearing the whole thing.

y/n placed her hand over her son's mouth so he would not spew any more nonsense, "don't be silly scorp, uncle george just doesn't know what he's talking about."

y/n cursed at george in her head, saying words so vulgar that she would never say them in front of her son.

"if you don't have anything else to say malfoy, we'll take our leave first. it was nice to see you again," y/n smiled at the man in a black suit.

y/n swiftly spun her and her child around, walking away from draco.

"who was that mummy?" scorpius asked curiously as y/n charmed the ice cream stains off his mouth and hands.

"just...an old friend from school," y/n replied.

"i'm sorry y/n," dumbledore apologised to the first year.

the students who had bullied y/n were currently serving detention.

they were making fun of her for having parents who passed early on.

"you don't have to apologise professor, it wasn't your fault," y/n shook her head.

"mr malfoy, would you please walk y/n back to your common rooms."

"yes professor," the pale blonde held the door open for y/n.

"thank you for standing up to crabbe for me," the slytherin girl thanked.

"that's okay, he shouldn't have been saying those things to you."

"3 butterbeers please," a student placed his order for him and his friends from y/n as she waited their table.

"of course dennis," y/n smiled.

"you remember my name?" he asked, surprised by the waitress.

"i remember all my customer's names" y/n sent the seventh year a wink, "i'll be right back with your butterbeers, noah and..." y/n looked up at the ceiling to try and recall the last student's name, "leo...?"

the boy nodded his head eagerly, "yup!"

y/n let out a small smirk as she headed back to the bar to prepare them their drinks.

"she's so pretty isn't she?" noah looked at y/n, practically drooling.

y/n tightened her ponytail as she waved her wand, three mugs flying themselves from the cupboard to the surface in front of her.

"she is isn't she," dennis gawked as well, resting his chin on his palm.

"she looks so familiar," leo spoke up.

"she was in her seventh year when we were in our second," dennis explained, "i used to have a crush on her, but she was dating malfoy."

"hello!" a boy sitting at the booth behind the group of three spoke up.

the boys frowned as they turned around to face the little blonde boy.

"i'm sure my mummy will be very thankful to know you think she's pretty. she always says she's ugly but i think she's the prettiest lady in the world!" scorpius beamed.

"y/n's your mum?" dennis asked.

"yeap!" scorpius nodded his head.

"scorp, what did i say about disturbing the customers," y/n scolded her son as she set the mugs on dennis' table, "i apologise," y/n directed her attention to the three gryffindors.

"it's alright, he wasn't being a bother. he's quite adorable," dennis assured her, noah and leo agreeing with their friend.

"he looks nothing like you," leo pointed out, "he must take after his father i assume."

"mummy says my daddy is a superhero," scorpius said, "i've never seen him but mummy said that's because he's far far away fighting bad guys."

the little boy held his head high, proud that his father was such a remarkable man.

leo's face fell, "oh i'm sorr-" he tried to apologise to y/n.

"no no, it's uh..it's all good," y/n chuckled dryly, "i'll uh tend to the other customers, enjoy your drinks boys."

y/n walked away to another table and scorpius returned to reading his kids potions book.

"do you know who his father is?" noah asked dennis.

"i dunno," the boy shrugged, "he does look awfully like malfoy though."

✧·ﾟ: *✧·ﾟ:*:·ﾟ✧*:·ﾟ✧

"have a good night professor mcgonagall, professor snape," y/n smiled at her old professors.

"oh y/n dear, we're not your professors anymore, you can call us by our first names," the gryffindor head said.

"alright minerva, have a safe walk back to the castle, you too professor snape," y/n collected the galleons from the two.

"bye y/n, bye little scorpius," mcgonagall placed her hand on the boy's cheek.

scorpius gleefully waved goodbye to the two.

y/n was wiping the tables and closing for the night when the door to the inn opened.

"we're closed! you can come back tomorrow," y/n spoke, her back to the door as she pushed in the chairs.

"mr daddy?" scorpius looked up from his book.

confused as to what her son was on about, y/n turned her body around and saw draco.

y/n's breath hitched, "w-we're closed."

"i'm not here for a drink, i was hoping i could talk to you?" draco placed a hand into his pocket.

y/n was about to turn on her heels and run off when she realised there was nowhere else to run to.

"i saw mr daddy standing outside the shop the whole day, he kept looking in through the windows," scorpius admitted.

draco scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed he had been caught and also because it made him look like a complete stalker.

"stop calling him that scorp, he's not your dad," y/n spat.

scorpius let a whimper, his mother had never spoken to him in such a tone before. he had always been an obedient child and did not need to be disciplined often.

"i'm sorry baby i didn't mean to scare you," y/n sighed, "just...just go up first okay? knock on madam rosetta's door and tell her we've closed for the evening, ask if you could stay in her room while mummy closes up."

scorpius closed his book and got up from the chair, walking over to his mother and giving her a hug.

"it's okay mummy, i forgive you."

"thank you baby," y/n kissed the top of his head as he ran up the steps.

"h-have a seat," y/n gestured to an empty table.

she took off her apron and hung it on the wall.

"did you want anything to drink? anything to eat?" y/n asked as she settled into the seat opposite draco.

"no thank you, i'm alright," draco declined the offer.

"you wanted to talk?" y/n took her hair out of its ponytail and placed the rubber band around her wrist, running her hands through her hair.

"how are you?" draco asked.

"me? i um. i've been well," y/n pulled on the elastic around her wrist and let go of the tension, letting it snap on her skin.

draco remembered that was something y/n would do when she was nervous.

"what about you? how are you?"

"i work at the ministry now. i graduated from uni last year. i haven't seen you since...well since we graduated," draco cracked his knuckles.

y/n remembered that was something draco would do when he was nervous.

"i know you're not here to just ask how i am malfoy."

"since when have i become malfoy?" draco frowned.

"sorry. draco. what did you need?"

"how old is your son?"

"five, scorpius just turned five last month."

"is scorpius mine? my child i mean."

y/n wasn't expecting him to be so blunt about it, she did not know how to respond. how could she sit here and lie right to his face?

"y-yea...i thought the hair and the eyes were a dead giveaway," y/n played with the ring on her finger, her forearms resting in the table.

"why didn't you tell me? why didn't you try to contact me after all these years?"

"b-because..."

"why y/n? don't you think i deserved to know if i had a son out there?" draco raised his voice.

"b-because i didn't want to hold you back okay? you were going off to this prestigious uni and you were so excited to go and i didn't want to be the reason you couldn't."

"that's the most ridiculous thing you've ever said y/n," the blonde scoffed.

"y-your mother...she saw me while i went to st my go's for my first checkup. mdm pomfrey had sent me there when she had found out i was pregnant," y/n choked on her tears, "she called me a useless whore."

"she said i was just a stupid girl who was getting in between you and your studies. s-she threatened me, telling me how she could make my life miserable with just a snap of her fingers if i were to tell you about my pregnancy."

"and you listened to her?" draco's voice strained from the disbelief of y/n's words.

"i was 18, i was young. a-and i thought she was right, i didn't want you to grow up and blame your son and i-"

"you're stupid y/n, that's what you are."

y/n sobbed from his harsh words.

"you think it was easy for me? raising a kid by myself? i had to forfeit my uni scholarship to raise him. i've been working here ever since we graduated!"

a glass of water suddenly appeared above draco's, the glass tipped and water dropped on top of him.

y/n whipped her head around and saw scorpius standing below the stairs, an angry look on his face.

scorpius couldn't do any spells yet, the only magical thing he could do was make cups levitate. it's quite odd really, but guess that's what happens when you basically grow up in a pub.

"don't call my mummy stupid, and you don't make her cry," scorpius crossed his arms.

"scorpius draco y/l/n! apologise now," y/n frowned as she dried draco with her wand.

"b-but he made you cry! nobody makes you cry."

"no, don't reprimand him. i deserved it. he's right, i shouldn't have called you that," draco fixed his hair.

"scorp, apologise and go back upstairs. i'll come up soon."

"sorry mr daddy," scorpius mumbled as he stomped up the steps.

"you named him after me?"

"i needed something to remember you by." y/n sighed.

the NEWTs were finally over and graduation was merely a few weeks away.

y/n was 2 months pregnant and she had just found out that day.

"i can't wait to leave hogwarts," draco leaned against the railing and looked up at the sky.

y/n hummed in response.

"you've always been so interested in the stars," y/n admired draco.

"they're absolutely beautiful."

"they sure are," y/n continued to look at draco in awe.

y/n wrapped her arms around one of draco's, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"scorpius," draco suddenly breathed out.

y/n picked her head up and raised an eyebrow.

"our kid. our baby boy, he'll be named scorpius."

panic filled y/n, had he found out? how could he possibly find out so soon? she was barely even showing, still being able to fit perfectly into her uniform and robes.

"in the future, in the future i mean," draco quickly explained himself.

y/n let out an inaudible sigh of relief.

"was scorpius why you ended things with me?"

y/n nodded her head.

"i love you so much draco, i would've never broken up with you otherwise. i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you."

"love?"

y/n quickly looked away from his blue eyes, not daring to look draco in the face.

"marry me," draco said matter of factly as he and y/n were making their way back from hogsmeade to hogwarts.

it was the last hogsmeade trip till the NEWTs.

"what?" y/n stopped dead in her tracks.

"not now, but marry me one day," draco pulled out a ring from his pocket.

"i-i i don't know what to say," y/n blinked hard, "yes draco, i will marry you one day."

draco smiled in relief and slipped the ring onto her left hand.

draco picked up his own hand and showed y/n the matching ring on it.

they quickly rushed back to hogwarts and locked themselves into draco's room, casting "muffliato" to make sure they couldn't be heard.

"i never stopped loving you draco. how could i?"

"i never stopped loving you either y/n, every date i'd go on all i'd ever do was compare them to you. i'd try to take her to our favourite places, but all i'd ever do was think about how it wasn't you there with me," draco picked up y/n's left hand and kissed the back of it, noticing the ring on it.

"i really really wanted to tell you draco, i really did i just...i couldn't bring myself to."

draco opened his arms and pat his lap.

y/n scurried out of her seat and sat in his lap, burying her head into his chest, wetting his shirt with her tears.

draco comforted her like how he would used to, rubbing circle on her back and placing kisses on the top of her head.

y/n removed her head from draco's chest and looked him.

ever so often her eyes would flicker down to his lips, the young woman realising draco would do the same as well.

draco leaned forward and y/n met him in the middle.

their kiss was hungry and yet filled with so much love and passion.

it was like they had put the past 5 years of longing for each other into that single kiss.

y/n absentmindedly shifted slightly, rubbing herself on him, causing draco to groan.

y/n pulled away from this kiss, "not here..not now," y/n quickly got off his lap, "madam rosmerta would sack me, and scorp and i would have to live on the streets."

"you live here?"

"madam rosmerta can't pay me well, so she lets scorp and i live upstairs and provides us with food."

"move in with me."

"what?"

"i have a flat in london, move in with me."

"n-no, it's too soon, how would i even explain it to scorp."

"you don't have to tell him who i am, there's a spare bedroom, the two of you can have it. i just want to know my son and his mother are safely taken care of."

"are you sure?"

"yes my darling. as creepy as this may sound, after seeing you yesterday, i saw you talking to george at his shop and asked him about you. he told me you were here and i came here in the morning. i just stood outside admiring you, i had to make sure it was actually you, and it wasn't just all in my head. now that i've found you again i'm never letting you go. you can kick and scream but i'd never let go."

"i don't want to go, i want to be with you."

draco smashed their lips together again.

"draco...i think we should break up."

it was one week till graduation.

"what?"

"i think we should break up."

"no."

"you can't say no draco, that's not how it works."

"why? where is all of this coming from?"

"we won't be able to see each other as much anymore and i just don't think that's feasible for our relationship," y/n bit back her tongue, trying not to let the tears spill.

it pained her to have to break up with draco. it pained her to know that she absolutely had to break up with him.

his mother had threatened her and her baby and y/n would not let anything happen to her child.

"we can work this out. i can visit you on the weekends, it'll be alright. we'll be alright! please y/n, i don't know what i'd do without you."

"i'm sorry draco, i really am," y/n kicked a pebble on the floor and turned her body to walk away.

as she made her way back to the castle, y/n let the tears fall. she was crying so hard she felt like her heart broke, her lungs were gasping for air and her eyes were irritated from the strain of the tears falling out of it.

she looked down to her stomach and placed her hand over it.

"i'm sorry scorp..." she whispered to her belly, apologising for him having to grow up without a father.

y/n settled the brown carton box onto the floor, dusting her hands on her pants.

"thank you for letting us stay here," y/n thanked draco.

"you don't ever have to say thank you to me, i'd give you the whole world if i could," draco placed his arm around her waist and kissed her nose.

draco's favourite thing to do back in their hogwarts days was to watch the way y/n's nose would scrunch up whenever he would kiss it.

y/n's nose instinctively scrunched up from the peck and draco felt himself falling in love with the girl all over again.

y/n tiptoed and pecked draco's lips, blushing a little when she did.

"you kissed mr daddy!" scorpius gasped.

y/n quickly pulled herself away from draco.

"what about daddy?" scorpius scolded his mother, "you don't love daddy! you kissed mr daddy!"

scorpius was about to cry and throw a fit when y/n bent down next to her son.

she pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a sigh, she felt like she had no choice but to tell him the truth now.

"baby, mr daddy is your daddy. he came back from his superhero mission, he defeated all the bad guys."

scorpius' frown was soon replaced with a smile. he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand as he jumped into draco's arms.

"daddy! you're back!"

draco was confused as to the little story y/n had just explained to scorpius but he decided he would just ask her later.

"yes i am scorp," draco kissed scorpius on the cheek.

"we can be a family now! a big happy family!" scorpius beamed.

y/n flicked the light switch off and closed the room door.

"he finally went to sleep" y/n collapsed onto the sofa next to draco.

scorpius had begged that draco share with him all the superhero missions he had been on all these years.

poor draco and to rack his brain of muggle superhero stories he had heard of before.

"seeing scorp's reaction, you haven't dated anyone in a while, have you?"

"no...i tried to go on a few dates but i just didn't see a connection with them. no matter who they were...they just weren't you," y/n looked up to meet draco's gaze.

"marry me," y/n stated matter of factly.

"what?"

"you still have your ring," y/n pointed to the silver wedding band on draco's left hand, one the blonde had swore to himself he would never take off even after y/n broke up with him, "and i still have mine," y/n too, could not bear to take it off, it's been on her ring finger for the last five years.

"marry me, i don't know when. just promise me you'll marry me," y/n asked hopefully.

"of course, yes, i will marry you, hell i'd marry you right now," draco placed both hands on y/n's cheeks.

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[kpostedsum]

daddy issues; D.M

summary: you and draco bond over issues in 6th year

word count: 2.4k

warnings: err angst, comfort, illusions to sex

song: daddy issues (the remix) - the neighbourhood

a/n: i tried not to make it stereotypical bc i didn’t wanna make it seem all “i like older men lol”, probably my fav fic i’ve written, also arent these anime gifs so cute

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Take you like a drug

I taste you on my tongue

Tongues battling for dominance, bodies rubbing against each other searching for a feeling. It’s become routine now, a different person in your dorm swallowing a new pill, entangling limbs with someone just to feel something.

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[kpostedsum]

hey can you recommend some good draco malloy fics? preferably on ao3 or wattpad. (it would be awesome if there was some ✨spice✨ but not necessary). thanks so much :)

* indicates the story has smut

on wattpad some of my favs are :

the boy who had no choice - by nyx-malfoy* (my absolute fav 100%, completed!)

the girl who lost it all* - by nyx-malfoy (the sequal, dracos character development>>>>, drelara supremacy, “i’ll burn down everything if anything happens to you” type beat, post war, so amazing i love it so much & ongoing!)

core - by thirstymalfoy* (ongoing, also has a black oc which i love, all the characters are so well thought out and the plot is so detailed it’s amazing, go read it now it’s so good)

verity - by citruspotter (ongoing, post war and has a durmstrang reader!, the detail in this fic is everything)

dear draco - by malfoyuh (had me crying for 3 days, “my dearest darling love” need i say more???, the og draco fic, so amazing)

dear draco pt.2 - by malfoyuh (can be read as an alternate ending, it’s not required after pt 1!)

isolation - posted by KhrystynaSavka on wattpad but the author is bex-chan* (dramione! this can be found on fanfic.net i’m pretty sure but it was reposted on wattpad!, THIS FIC IS AMAZING i can definetly see it as a real alternative ending for harry potter, dracos character development>, my bby theo)

malfoy’s ring - by xforsytheloverx (this one made me cry as well, can’t remember if it has smut tho)

insecurities - by dracospatronuss (this one made me cry oh gosh, can’t remember if it has smut!)

untameable - by thecrystaldove* (this one is different, the reader is kind of like a wolf, she’s a special type of witch called a blood witch. currently ongoing!)

malfoy - by lettersformalfoy (i cried for this one omfg, can’t remember if it has smut)

the heaven we created - by dracospatronuss (finished this yesterday, made me shed tears!)

cursed - by juneekarl* (the reader in this book starts off in an abusive relationship so that may be triggering to some, amelia and draco deserve the world, ongoing!)

hidden - by juneekarl* (this is full of smut, navy and draco have my heart, completed!)

i am a riddle - by juneekarl* (reading this rn and i’m very excited to see where the story goes, i like it !)

regret - by dracospatronuss (a comfort fic of mine, hazel deserves the world i hope she gets it, ongoing! draco is an asshole, a theo nott and draco malfoy love triangle thing tbh, ongoing!)

it was always you - by dracomalfoythelomll* (ongoing!)

filthy - by -babynaomi* (i’m rereading this rn bc i forgot how much i love it, lorenzo berkshire>>>, the smut and the plot twists are crazy in this tbhhh, made me cry, very scared to start the sequal LOL, completed!)

philocaly- by henqtic (a collection of harry potter oneshots, most of them have the reader as a black woman, amazing writing and ongoing!)

bare - by ttcbxx* (this fic is amazing, the turmoil, the smut, the plot— drella is endgame)

devotion - by domistyping* (the SMUT OMG, the plot as well, sent me into turmoil i have yet to continue it again bc i’m scared but it’s so good)

my fav wattpad authors are

nyx-malfoy

thirstymalfoy

on ao3 some of my favs are:

things we can’t forget - by lowlights* (completed)

the slytherin princess- by luculentus* (ongoing!)

manacled - by senlinyu* (dramione! however this is very triggering. it deals with stuff such as r*pe, ptsd, graphic deaths and self harm. it was very triggering for me to read at the beginning but overtime it got better, so if u think you can handle it feel free to read. also it’s post war!)

breath mints/ battle scars - by onyx_and_elm* (dramione! my fav dramione fic i love it, can be found on wattpad with the same account name!)

training wheels* - by dyianisobrien (currently reading this one myself, it has the tag eventual smut so i’m pretty sure there is smut!, can also be found on wattpad with the same account name!)

professor - by CassieLinn* (Professor Draco! Draco is 23 nd reader is 18 so everything is legal, it’s so cute, complete!)

tainted love - by lowlights* (post war! just started this but the oc and draco work together in the same department at work like GO READ THIS RN IM IN LOVE ongoing! also the TENSION in this book)

washing machine heart - by ittybittybabyy* (dramione! post war, and its j so like pulled at my heartstrings, it also inspired me to write something with the same song it will be different tho obvs , also it’s a mention of smut not rlly smut)

hot for teacher - by MotherOfBulls* (dramione! post-war, it’s so cute scorpius has a crush on his professor miss granger, once again it’s a cute mini story)

[dracowars]

hii was gud! so i saw that you’re kinda new here (no means to offend), but i loved what you wrote so i wanted to request smth very very cute, fluffy and loving - like being in bed with draco in his room (where you basically moved in), waking up in his arms, cuddling under cosy blankets etc. just like huge loving bf vibes would be noice! take your time and don’t stress about tho - i hope you like the request, and you should deffo add whatever you’d like to :)) thank you sm, big big kisses xx

sunrise, kisses and pancakes | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,4k

summary: where y/n spends a cuddly morning with draco

a/n: thank you for requesting <3 i am in such a christmas mood already, it is not normal lol

warnings: none

universe: harry potter

The sunlight gently shines through the certains into the darkened room. Fine grains of dust are flying through the bundled sunbeams. The nature outside has already woken up, the birds happily singing and chirping. The warm rays fall onto your face, tickling the tip of your nose. Mumbling, you scrunch your nose and softly exhale as you slowly fall out of your dreamland and back into reality. You rub your eyes tiredly, slowly opening your eyes. The sun's rays dazzle you briefly before you can get a clear view.

A pleasant breeze, that entered through the window that was left open yesterday, drifts throughout the room and even though you are warm, you cuddle more under the blanket and into the heat source in form of your boyfriend, who lays closely next to you. One of his arms is looped over your waist and he breathes peacefully, his head close to your neck. With a small smile on your lips, you turn around, careful not to wake him up of his deep sleep. When you succeed, you stare at him, taking in every tiny detail of his facial features, your legs still tangled under the covers.

You brush one of your strands out of your face and place your cheek on the back of your hand, palm laying on the pillow. You can't believe how lucky you are to wake up to this sight every morning since you basically moved into Draco's dorm room a few weeks ago. You have always spend most of your nights here anyway, so why not just bring all your clothes and belongings into his room? Your roomates definetely did not blame you.

Draco's hair is tousled from sleep, his lips a crack open. You can faintly hear his adorable snoring, the smile on your face only enlarging. Eventually your gaze wanders from his face to his upper body which is only slightly covered by the duvet. You gently place it more over his bare shoulders and lightly touch his warm skin with your fingertips, smiling to yourself as he immediately shows reaction.

You start to slowly draw patterns on his upper arm, goosebumps spreading over his smooth skin. Draco growns softly and pushes his head further into the pillow, his hand on your waist unintentionally pulling you closer to him. A short giggle escapes your lips before you stroke over his hair, here and there playing with a strand between your fingers.

Draco breathes out enjoyingly as your fingertips slide over his cheeks, tracing the structure of his face, trying to memorize it forever. After doing the same movement for a few minutes, in which he still has not opened his eyes yet, you place your lips against his, giving him a loving kiss. The corners of his mouth curl up, but he quickly hides his smile, pretending to be still asleep.

Of course you noticed and therefore softly kiss him again and as he still does not answer afterwards, you start showering his whole face with kisses. You place the butterfly kisses on his forehead, on the tip of his nose, on his chin and several on his cheeks. At some point - probably when you literally started kissing every inch of his handsome face - he can't help but let out a giggle and you stop, smiling at him when his eyes finally flutter open.

"Good morning, gorgeous", his raspy morning voice greets you while he closes one eye again, blinded by the bright sunlight. He runs his hand through his already destroyed hair, breathing out deeply. "Good morning yourself, sleepyhead. Already awake?", you tease him playfully and trace patterns over his skin again, but this time on his bare chest.

He catches your hand in his and stops your movement. "Who wouldn't sleep longer when they are treated so lovingly?", he smiles at you, intertwining your fingers. "Well, you are not very good at pretending to be asleep then", you comment, holding back a laugh. "Is it not a little too early to make jokes?", Draco grumbles, adjusting the pillow beneath his bedhead and closing his eyes in an attempt to relax a bit longer.

"It is never to early to make fun of yo-", you giggle but get interrupted as Draco suddenly pushes you into the mattress, tickling you through. "Ah! Stop it!", you scream out loud, laughing, and try to get him off you, without success. Your lower body is caught between his thighs and there is no way to escape him now. Abruptly he stops after a few seconds. "Do you want to say that again?", he warns you, his hands still dangerously close on your waist, threatening.

When you do not answer him and just try to get your breath under control, he starts tickling you hard again, showing no mercy at your fits of laughter. You try to fend him off with your hands and even get hold of one of his, but he then immediately presses it against your pillow next to your head. "Do you want to wake everyone up with your screams?", he rebukes you, shaking his head in feigned disbelief, before suddenly giving you a taste of your own poison by being the one to shower your face with lots and lots of kisses now.

Draco falls back on his side of the bed, giving you hardly any time to breathe as he immediately takes your face in his hands and continues with the butterfly kisses, placing them all over your face, even down your neck. He smiles against your skin as goosebumps cover your body. As you are just starting to enjoy it, he bites you once all of a sudden and then lies down normally again, as if nothing happened. "Oww! That hurt", you gently smack his chest, running your hand over where he bit you.

Draco just looks at you with that stupid grin on his lips. Before you can make a snarky remark, he beats you to it. "I love you", he says out of nowhere, catching you off guard. Your pretended aggressiveness vanishes within a matter of seconds and you instantly get soft, your heart briefly skipping a beat. Speechless you search for words, but Draco quickly bends forward, catching your chin between his fingers, and gives you kiss.

After the short kiss he leans his forehead against yours and gently smiles at you, then wraps his arms tightly around your body and and leans back into the mattress with you, hugging you tightly. Satisfied and with a smile on your lips, you snuggle closer to his warm body, your head on his chest, and wrap both of you in the blanket. Meanwhile, he is just calmy playing with your hair.

"I love you too", you respond under your breath while listening to his heartbeat. In response he just kisses your hairline and continues running his hand through your messy hair. Because of the frequent movements you slowly feel tired again, closing your eyes. A comfortable silence fills the room and you can feel his slow breath against your hair, his gentle touch sliding over your skin.

"Do not fall asleep again, darling", he slightly nudges your side causing you to open your eyes again. "I am not sleeping. I am relaxing", you mumble, your hand sneaking around his waist. A hoarse giggle comes from his direction, his chest vibrating under your head. He quietly murmurs to himself, something you are not able to hear, and then goes back to caressing your hair. Your eyes automatically close due to the touch, which does not last very long though as a familiar feeling in your stomach area arises.

"I want pancakes."

"Pancakes?"

"Pancakes."

"Why pancakes?"

"Why not pancakes?", you snarl, turning your head to look at him. "I do not need to have a good reason to want pancakes. I just want them."

You look each other deep in the eyes for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter. "All right, my dear", he smiles, his hand cupping your cheek. "Then I guess we have to get those pancakes for you and your so very hungry stomach."

Ignoring his comment and happy that you will get what you want, you quickly kiss him and stumble out of bed, pulling Draco, who tries to defend himself at first, after you.

And these are the exact kind of moments that are your absolute favorites: cozy mornings with the love of your life. You could never imagine to ever spend a morning alone, without him by your side, again.

[goth-queen]

[draymalfoy7]

Ross Duffer did both

[angelicchris]

𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 — 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

in which — the daughter of severus snape, the infamous hogwarts professor and head of slytherin house, has come to hogwarts. when unexpectedly sorted into gryffindor house, she finds herself forming an unlikely friendship with harry potter, ron weasley, and hermione granger—yet a watchful slytherin boy can’t help falling for her, much to the amusement of his friends..

contains — snape’s daughter!reader, gryffindor!reader, a whipped draco malfoy and five teasing friends (mattheo riddle, theodore nott, blaise zabini, enzo berkshire, and pansy parkinson), golden trio, a brief quidditch game, appearances from neville longbottom, the weasley twins, hagrid, and more

word count — 4.7k

Everyone knew who you were before you had even arrived at Hogwarts. Daughter of Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House and Potions Master of the School, teachers and students alike were anxiously anticipating your arrival.

Rumours flew about regarding your character almost immediately leading up to your first year. “I heard that she once hexed a Muggle boy a few years ago because he accidentally broke her toy broomstick. It was a huge ordeal — the Ministry even had to get involved,” said a boy in your year on the first train-ride to the castle, shooting weary looks towards you from his crowded compartment of eager listeners.

It was nothing less of a shock, however, when you finally arrived. Completely the opposite of your father, every student you introduced yourself to was shocked to learn that you shared the same surname as the Professor whose horror-stories of experiences with other students had spread like wildfire through generations of parents and siblings before you.

So, when the Sorting Hat took a solid few minutes debating on which House to sort you into, the Great Hall was engulfed in astonished silence when the bared mouth of the wrecked fabric shrieked out, “GRYFFINDOR!”

Now, years later, you had established a reputation at Hogwarts as one of the most benign sudents. Even those who detested your father were friendly with you — many of them even attempting to convince you to lessen your father’s harsh demeanour.

“You know I can’t do that, Neville. He’s really not as rude as everyone acts, he’s just.. strong-willed,” you defended, as you walked alongside Neville Longbottom through the school grounds towards your first class of the day, Herbology with Professor Sprout.

“Maybe to you..” Neville whispered under his breath, as the two of you neared the greenhouses through the calm wind.

Everyone knew that Snape had an obvious bias in favouritism towards the Slytherin students of his House, which extended to his daughter, even if you were a Gryffindor.

As you entered the greenhouse, the sight of Harry, Ron, and Hermione waving towards the two of you caught your attention. You received a few nods of acknowledgment from many of the Slytherins, who you shared the class period with.

“We’re supposed to be — OUCH — getting Bubotuber pus from these,” Ron said as the two of you joined their table, undiluted pus shooting towards his arm as he gestured towards a box full of slug-like plants, Hermione reaching for his arm to cast a quick remedy spell.

“Wow, Weasley, even the infestations don’t like you,” Draco Malfoy’s voice roared from the table behind the five of you, his friends laughing obnoxiously at his comment.

You turned to face him, spotting six familar Slytherin students; Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini laughed stupidly at his side, Enzo Berkshire was coddling over one of the plants, and Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott were trying to stab towards the middle of one of the plants with their wands.

“Shut up, Malfoy,” you said, rolling your eyes.

He stared at you for a moment, before smirking. “I’m sure your father wouldn’t be pleased to hear how you speak to your fellow classmates,” Draco teased.

“And I’m sure he won’t be too pleased once I tell him that you threw a pair of pliers towards us,” you said, eyeing one of the instruments that lay on the wooden table next to him.

“He didn’t — OUCH,” Enzo shrieked, as Blaise had swatted him over the head. “You idiot, she’s going to tell him that he did,” Blaise said.

“We can vouch for him, you know,” Pansy said, crossing her arms in front of her.

You mirrored her stance, looking at her with a look of disgust. “Oh, really? Who’s he going to believe? You five,” you gestured towards them, your gaze lingering on Theo as he wiped pus from his hair where the plant had exploded from his prodding, “or his daughter?”

Draco scoffed. “Whatever,” he said, turning back towards his own table.

“Blimey, never thought I’d see the day where Snape’s existence worked in someone’s favour,” Ron said, earning him a glare from you.

“Merlin, I feel like they’re all staring at me,” you said, as you peered over Harry’s shoulder towards the Slytherin table. At your words, Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned towards the long table in the Great Hall, and, sure enough, the dull eyes of six Slytherins glared directly at you.

“Malfoy’s just being a git, ignore him,” Harry said, as Ron stuffed his face with ham and cheese sandwiches to his other side.

“Easy for you to say! They’re not looking directly at you,” you pleaded, picking up your goblet of pumpkin juice with shaky hands to conceal yourself against their stares.

“For once,” Ron said. As you watched him reach for a roasted chicken across the table, your attention was diverted to a brown owl soaring towards your table. Hermione quickly reached for Harry’s goblet, moving it out of the way as the owl landed in front of you, a small folded piece of parchment held limply in its beak.

You took the parchment from the small owl, before reaching across towards Ron’s plate, handing it the crust of his sandwich against his protests. The owl hooted gratefully, before taking off again towards the owlery.

“What is it?” Hermione asked, eyeing the small roll of parchment you held. You unfolded it, an unfamiliar scratch of messy writing meeting your eyes.

The end justifies the means. Don’t dwell on the

conclusion, love — Draco

You looked up, facing the Slytherin table. Draco looked smug, his friends smirking at his side. Harry snatched the note from your grasp, reading it.

“What’s he playing at?” Ron spoke, reading the message over Harry’s shoulder.

“Don’t know,” you said, glaring at Draco, as you watched Theodore Nott whisper something in his ear.

Potions was always your favourite class of the day, as it was one of the only times where you would get to visit your father during school hours. The Gryffindors, however, always hated having to attend the same Potions class with you, as Snape would always replace his harshness for you by being extra hard on them — offering you and the Slytherins a free-pass from his torment.

“Did I not say to add three drops of leech juice until the liquid brewed to an acid green shade?” Snape asked Neville, who shuddered under his gaze. “Why, then, has Longbottom’s,” he gestured towards Neville’s cauldron, “turned to a putrid shade of orange?” Snape asked.

Wearily, Hermione raised her hand up, which Snape ignored. “I think we should test out Longbottom’s potion on his fat toad,” Snape suggested, as the Slytherin’s laughed at the horrified look on Neville’s face. “If it works as it should, which I highly doubt, as failure seems to follow Longbottom everywhere he goes, then this toad should shrink down to the size of Longbottom’s intelligence,” Snape said, earning choruses of laughter from the Slytherins. “If not, then Longbottom might benefit from saying his farewells to the amphibian.”

“Professor, please-,” Hermione began. “Did I pick on you to answer, Ms Granger?” Snape snapped coldly, his gaze shifting from Neville to Hermione now.

“Ten points will be-,” he began, before his eyes landed on you, who looked at him wide-eyed. “Five points from Gryffindor for meddling into matters outside of your own,” Snape said harshly to Hermione, turning back towards his desk.

. . .

“Do you see what we mean? He only lessened his punishment of the Gryffindors because you’re in our House!” Ron said exasperatedly as the four of you departed from the dungeons. Neville walked next to you, still shaking slightly as he held Trevor clutched against his chest.

“He’s goal-oriented,” you defended sharply, your books held tightly against your own chest.

“And I think he had a point,” Draco Malfoy said from behind your group. “Granger, you really should think about keeping your mouth quiet once in a while.”

Ron looked as if he were about to pull his wand out of his robes, but Hermione placed a hand on his arm to stop him.

“What’s the matter, Weasley? Afraid Snape’s going to pick on you like he did Longbottom?” Theo asked, as Mattheo reached for Trevor.

“Stop,” you said, reaching for Trevor yourself. Mattheo and Theo laughed, as Pansy, Enzo, and Blaise made their way over from where they’d left the Potions classroom. At the sound of your words, Draco looked over at you.

“Mattheo, stop it,” he said.

Shocked, everyone turned towards him. “But, this toad’s as useless as Longbottom’s-,” Mattheo began. “I said stop,” Draco said. Mattheo’s shock allowed you to seize Trevor from his grasp, handing him back to Neville, whose mouth was agape.

“And what is all this commotion?” Snape had made his way out of the dungeons, joining the group of Slytherins and Gryffindors who stood down the corridor. He turned towards you for an explanation.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville stared at you, waiting for you to rat on Draco and his friends. Yet, as you caught Draco’s eye, his friends standing a small distance behind him, something overcame you.

“N-nothing. Neville’s toad was just.. reacting to the potion a little late,” you said, as you stared up at your father. He glared at you, giving you a look that inexplictly said he didn’t believe your defence.

“Get to class, all of you,” he said, his eyes lingering on you for a moment, before turning swiftly back to the dungeons.

“What was that?” Harry demanded angrily once Snape was out of ear-shot. Your eyes locked with Draco’s again, before you continued down the corridor, passing the bewildered faces of his friends.

“She’s gone mad,” Ron spoke softly to Harry and Hermione over dinner; you were currently in your father’s office, helping him restock his potions ingredients. “We were this close to finally watching Malfoy snuff it,” he said, as he helped himself to a plateful of stew.

“Talking about little Ms Snape, are we?” Fred Weasley said, as he and George joined the Gryffindor table. “Quite a change of heart she’s had recently, don’t you think?” he added on, as he sat on Ron’s side.

“Whatcha mean?” Ron asked through a mouthful of steak and kidney pie. “Oh, come on, Ron, we knew you were thick, but not this thick,” George said.

“She’s normally really nice — unsettlingly so, actually, considering her relatives,” Fred said. “But recently,” George said, as he loaded his plate with mashed potatoes and gravy. “She’s been acting more and more like the wretched version of Snape. Been lashing out at the Slytherins, who normally treat her fairly well — you know how they are, prioritizing family trees and all that,” he mocked.

“A lot of the Slytherins even think that she should’ve been sorted into their house,” Fred said, as he withdrew a couple of pieces of Nosebleed Nougats from a packet that was in the pockets of his robes.

“That’s absurd!” Hermione shrieked. “She’s nothing like Snape!”

“The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, though, does it?” Fred said.

“Where’s your little girl friend, Potter?” called a voice from behind them. Draco Malfoy was shouting across the hall now, drawing attention from all four tables. “She’s finally decided where her loyalties lie?” he said, as the Slytherins stared at Harry, waiting for a reaction.

“Ignore them,” George said, as Ron placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder to turn him away from the Slytherin’s stares.

Hermione quickly shoveled heaps of shepherd’s pie into her mouth, causing Fred to place a hand on her wrist. “Calm down, it’s all yours, mate,” he said at her sudden rush.

“I have to get to the library,” she said, as she quickly downed the remnants of her pumpkin juice.

“For what?” Ron asked. Ignoring him, Hermione placed her knife and fork down neatly on top of her plate, before rising from the table, making her way quickly out of the hall.

If Harry, Ron, Fred and George hadn’t been so preoccupied by Hermione’s sudden departure, or the fact that Neville had mistakenly eaten one of the twin’s Nosebleed Nougats during dessert, they would have noticed the six seats at the Slytherin table that now stood vacated.

“Knight takes the King!” Ron exclaimed, as his Knight piece came barrelling towards Harry’s fallen King. The common room was empty except for the two of them, who were playing one last round of wizard’s chess before bed.

The sound of the portrait hole swinging open caught their attention, as they spotted Hermione hurrying through.

“Guys!” she said, spotting them. “You’ll never — believe — what I just heard,” she breathed out, as she clamped a hand over a stitch in her ribs.

“Well, get on with it,” Ron said, as he packed away the chess board from where he knelt next to the table near the fireplace.

She caught her breath for a moment, before hurriedly saying, “Malfoyandhisfriendsweretalkinginthelibrary.”

“Sorry?” Harry asked.

“Malfoy — and his friends — were talking in the library,” she said slower.

“Wow, that’s strictly against school rules, isn’t it?” Ron said.

“That’s not what I meant. They were talking about her, Malfoy wants to ask her out,” Hermione said, as she told them the details of how she had overheard Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson teasing Draco over falling for a Gryffindor, Enzo Berkshire congratulating him on ‘coming to his senses,’ and Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle shooting him outrageously unrealistic ideas on how to ask you out.

“Malfoy fancies a Gryffindor? Snape’s daughter, too? Blimey, he’s asking for trouble,” Ron said.

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked.

“Come off it, Hermione. Snape would never allow anyone to date his daughter, not even Malfoy. Remember what he did to that one Hufflepuff whose hand accidentally brushed against hers when they both tried to grab the same textbook?” Ron said, as the three of them recalled when Snape had hexed a Hufflepuff boy’s cauldron to blow up in his face, singeing the top of his hair.

“Besides, she’d never date a Slytherin,” Harry said firmly.

“Who wouldn’t date a Slytherin?” you asked. Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned towards the portrait hole where you’d just entered. “Sorry I’m late, my father had to skin a few Boomslang snakes because he’d ran out of their skin-sheds,” you said, waiting for a response.

“Uhm, Crabbe fancies Hermione!” Ron shrieked out. Hermione glared at him, outraged.

“Urgh, really?” you asked, disgusted.

“Yeah, he’s been boasting about it to the Slytherins,” Hermione said, clearing her throat, “but I would never date a Slytherin,” she clarified, shooting Ron a furtive look of appall.

“They’re not all that bad,” you defended quietly, a gleam of a smile on your face, as you made your way up to the dormitories.

The three stared after you, shocked.

“Bloody hell, she would date a Slytherin,” Ron said, horrified.

“She can’t be this naive, can she?” Pansy asked the surrounding Slytherins the next day. The five of them watched as you stroked the long, glittering white fur of a unicorn Hagrid had brought along for your Care of Magical Creatures lesson.

“You think she’s naive? Draco’s been staring at her for the past two minutes,” Theo said, looking over at the boy, his silver eyes unblinking as they stared at you affectionately fawning over the unicorn.

“I don’t think he’s even blinked once,” Mattheo teased.

“Draco!” Pansy grinned, snapping her fingers in front of his line-of-sight.

He drew his eyes away from you as you stared up at the unicorn with the most endearing look he’d ever seen on your face, the shine of brightness illuminating from the magical creature’s fur casting a soft glow over your skin. “Yeah?” he asked.

“Did you hear anything that we said?” Enzo asked.

“Yeah, sounds great,” he said, his attention drawn back to you. Theo and Blaise chuckled, never having seen their friend so dumbstruck before.

“Come on, mate, just ask her out,” Theo encouraged.

“Yeah, the worst she could say is no,” Enzo added.

“Unless she decides to hex you, that is,” Mattheo chimed in.

Draco sighed heartily. “You know I can’t ask her. She’s Snape’s daughter. He’ll poison me or something.”

“So? At least you’ll die a happy lad,” Mattheo said, earning him a disapproving glare from Draco.

“Just go for it,” Theo said, pushing Draco towards where you stood.

Stumbling, he fell face-first on the patch of dirt in front of him, wincing as he pulled himself up.

“Malfoy, get away from ‘ere!” Hagrid yelled, but it was too late; the unicorn, which was accustomed to females rather than males, sensed Draco, and roughly kicked its front legs out at him, causing him to fall back on to the dirt.

“No!” Hagrid warned the creature, hurtling forwards and seizing Draco by his arms away from it.

“It’s okay! It’s okay..,” he heard you say softly.

You had neared the unicorn once more during its outburst, even as the rest of the students had hurried a safe distance away. You stroked the unicorn’s coat of fur gently from where you stood at its side, calming it down.

The class watched in astonishment as the unicorn obeyed your soft lulling, nuzzling further into your delicate touch.

As the class ended, Draco watched as you made your way back to the castle with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, the sounds of Ron saying, “That was brilliant!” and Hermione sharing the reasoning behind a unicorn’s historical discomfort around males that she’d read in Fantastic Beats and Where to Find Them following after you.

“To be completely honest with you, mate, if you don’t ask her out soon, I will,” Enzo said.

Soon enough, Draco realized that everyone was thinking along the same lines as Enzo. The story of how you’d tamed a unicorn during Hagrid’s class spread throughout the school the following day, with many people even expressing their shock. “I’m sorry, a Snape did that? Aren’t they the kind of lot that would, I don’t know, skin the unicorn alive instead?” they heard a Ravenclaw say during their Charms lesson.

Even the Hufflepuffs, who had a premeditated disdain for your father, were suddenly gawking at you the next few days.

“Just tell her the truth,” Pansy encouraged Draco, as she sat on the floor in front of one of the sofa’s of the common room.

“Yeah, tell her how you’re absolutely whipped for her,” Mattheo teased, dodging out of the way as Draco had launched a pillow at his head from where he sat on the sofa.

“Guys, be serious,” Enzo said on Draco’s behalf.

“We are!” Theo defended, as he cast a floating pink heart bubble into the air from the tip of his wand.

Draco reached forward, his slim finger popping the burst of pink. He rubbed a hand through his silver-blond hair, sighing loudly as he leaned back into the couch cushions.

“Just start off small, mate. Girls are weirdly enamoured by simple gestures,” Blaise suggested, clapping an encouraging hand on Draco’s shoulder.

Draco stared with his mouth agape after you, fighting the urge to strike Mattheo across the back of his thick head as he laughed behind him.

“We didn’t mean like that!” Theo said through his own hysterics, as Pansy, Blaise, and Enzo struggled to contain their own laughter.

Having taken Theo’s advice to heart, Draco had decided that the most effective way to, indirectly, ask for your attention was by planting a Boggart that he had nicked from the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor’s desk inside an empty classroom. As he had recruited Crabbe to help with his plan, his beaty foot had knocked you off your feet in the hallway, sending your books to the floor. Draco, who lurked behind the statute of an old wizard, swiped his wand lazily over one of your fallen books, sending it into the empty classroom. As you blushed furiously, you had made your way into the classroom, letting out a horrified shriek that echoed through the hallways.

Draco smirked to himself, making his way out from behind the statue towards the classroom, intent on ‘saving’ you. What he hadn’t expected was for Harry, Ron, and Hermione to come barreling through the hallway at the sound of your distress, Harry’s voice echoing through the halls as he protectively yelled out, “RIDDIKULUS!”

As he watched the four of you make your way out from the classroom, Harry’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, his face distorted with a bitter look of dejection.

Pansy cleared her throat. “May I suggest something?”

It appeared as if Harry, Ron, and Hermione had taken it upon themselves to always have at least one of them at your side at all times following your encounter with the Boggart. Draco stared bitterly at where you, Ron, and Hermione stood in the stands of the Quidditch pitch, sporting scarlet memorabilia alongside the rest of the Gryffindors.

He rubbed furiously at the handle of his broomstick, cleaning at a spot that had no signs of smudge. As Marcus Flint stared intently at the Gryffindor Captain, Draco glared menancingly at Harry. The sound of Madam Hooch’s whistle brought him back to earth, and the Quaffle was released, feet kicking off the muddy ground, broomsticks rising into the air.

“Rough start for Potter over there,” Lee Jordan commentated loudly throughout the pitch. It had taken Harry a few seconds to fly upwards into the air, as Mattheo had roughly bumped into his shoulder — a few valuable seconds that Draco had used to surmount his broomstick over the height of the pitch on the Slytherin side.

“Chaser Angelina Johnson’s in possession of the Quaffle — OOH, fantastic save by one of the Weasley twins, I think that was Fred? Or George — kind of difficult to tell from here..” Jordan said, as a Bludger had come barreling towards where Angelina Johnson flew from where Theo had aimed it.

Theo looked over at Draco, shooting him a curt nod. Blaise, who had just swerved away from one of the Gryffindor players in attempts of confusing him, and Mattheo, made their way over, following Theo’s lead.

Draco hitched the handle of his broomstick roughly forwards, aiming towards the stands filled in shades of scarlet and gold.

Many people shirked, dodging out of the way through frightened gasps. Hagrid swore loudly, stumbling backwards, stepping on the feet and colliding harshly with a group of small first-years.

“Blimey!” Ron Weasley shrieked, as he reached for Ginny’s hand, pulling her downwards to duck out of the way, Hermione doing the same to you.

“Oi! What was that?!” Seamus Finnigan roared, as yells of outrage flew from the mouths of the Gryffindor crowd.

Draco caught your gaze as you looked up at him with wide eyes from where you were crouched next to Hermione. He shot a sly wink your way, before indiscreetly reaching into the pocket of his emerald Quidditch robes, pulling out an enchanted piece of parchment. He dropped it from where he hovered, your hand quickly wrapping around the wrinkled sheaf before it could hit the floor.

He hurriedly turned back towards the match, catching sight of Blaise, Theo, and Mattheo crowded around Harry’s broomstick, blocking him from searching for the Golden Snitch.

You looked down at the sheaf of parchment, carefully unfolding it with trembling fingers outside of Hermione’s sight.

A drawing danced around the paper, the ink blotches from where the quill had met its surface moving around. It appeared to be a terribly drawn sketch of Draco flying on his broomstick as he neared a poorly drawn girl, hearts moving around her head. Before you could even wonder what the drawing was supposed to mean, it had vanished from your grasp in a heap of burned parchment.

You dropped the small burned remnants of the sheaf onto the ground of the stands, before looking for Draco once more.

It seemed that everyone else had also been preoccupied by Draco’s arrival, many people continuing to angrily blurt out, “He’s a bloody cheat!” Everyone’s attention was drawn back to the boy, however, at Lee Jordan’s shout of, “Malfoy’s leering dangerously close to the stands once more, he’s spotted the Snitch!”

Harry extracted himself from the huddle of Slytherin’s around him, barrelling after Draco to the calls of encouragement from the Gryffindors. Then …

“Malfoy’s caught the Snitch — SLYTHERIN WINS.”

Everyone around you groaned, Seamus Finnigan angrily throwing his red winter cap onto the floor as he swore. “THAT’S RUBBISH!” Fred and George Weasley yelled from the pitch, as many of the Gryffindors called for a re-match.

“They can’ just block him like ‘at!” Hagrid roared, as Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor’s sombrely made their way down to the grounds. “Come on,” Ron said, as you, Hermione, and Ginny made your way towards him.

As you barrelled through outraged Gryffindor’s, many of them yelling so furiously that their cheeks matched the shades of scarlet they wore, you were abruptly yanked by your arm by someone on the pitch.

“Pansy?” you asked, looking back at Ron, Hermione, and Ginny as they neared Harry, who looked as if he were to snap his broomstick in half.

“Come with me!” she giggled, pulling you by your arm towards the pitch.

She pulled you towards the Slytherin team, all of whom wore looks of triumph on their faces. Draco, however, was watching you and Pansy with a stern look on his face.

She pulled you towards him, stifled giggles continuing to fall from her lips. “Draco here has something he wants to tell you,” she said, before making her way over to Mattheo, Theo, and Blaise behind where the two of you stood.

You watched her as she left, before looking up at Draco, your eyes narrowed in confusion.

“Uhm,” he cleared his throat, “well, more so show you, actually,” he clarified. He pulled his wand out of his Quidditch robes, waving it with the tip aimed at the sky above the pitch.

Red sparks emitted from the tip, soaring high into the air. Many people gasped and pointed above, students proding their friends to draw their attention to the sight.

You looked up, squinting against the bright sparks that now spelled a message in the sky.

Don’t dwell on the conclusion, love

You looked at Draco with wide eyes, a blush beginning to creep across your cheeks. “I-I don’t understand..” you stuttered out, looking at him as his face shone with a red glow from the spell.

“It was kind of Pansy’s idea,” he said, as he looked down at the pitch to hide his own flushed skin. You looked over his shoulder at the girl, who giggled behind her hand. Enzo had also made his way onto the pitch, craning his neck to look at the sky with a look of astonishment on his face. Blaise stared at Draco as if he were already a dead-man walking. To the side of him, Mattheo and Theo were talking in hushed whispers, exchanging Galleons through a firm handshake.

“Look, I wasn’t really sure how to ask you at first, but, do you want to, maybe, go out together at the next Hogsmeade visit?” he asked. You looked up at him, conflicted, yet also shocked at how uncertain Draco seemed at this moment; the same boy who had just confidently won the Quidditch match for his House. You smiled softly at him, nodding your speechless approval.

You looked towards the Slytherin side of the pitch, spotting a familiar silhouette of long black robes and greasy black hair. Snape was sitting in a raised seat of the stands alongside some of the other Professors; Dumbledore acted as if he noticed nothing unusual, whereas Flitwick admired Draco’s spell work. Snape stared down at you with a thin line of lips, his body language stern.

You gasped, stepping a few steps back from Draco. “Draco, my father..” you said. It was no secret that Snape was overly protective of his daughter, and considering Draco as one of his favourite students wouldn’t lessen this burden.

“Don’t worry about that, love,” he said, “that’s a problem for later.” Yet, by the way his face started to become more and more red outside from just the fading sparks of the message, you knew that he was just as worried as you were.

© angelicchris

notes ⋆. 𐙚 ₊˚ yeah so i had noo idea how to end this, but thank you for the request, anon !! hot take — if harry had been born a girl, snape would have been murdering people left and right on lily’s behalf

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