The bass from the club pounds through the thin walls, rattling the window above my bed. I should be asleep—I’ve got class in the morning and an unfinished assignment mocking me from my desk. Instead, I’m staring at my phone, the group chat lighting up with plans I wasn’t invited to. Again.
It doesn’t matter, I tell myself. I wouldn’t have gone anyway.
I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling when my phone buzzes. A text.
Niccolò:
“What are you doing?”
I frown, rereading it twice. We’re not exactly friends. We’ve been in the same circles for years, crossing paths at parties or school events. Niccolò always has this air of confidence, like he owns the world and knows he can do whatever he wants. He’s infuriating, really. The type of guy who gets away with everything because he’s too charming not to.
I should ignore him. But I don’t.
Me:
“Nothing. Why?”
A few seconds later, my phone buzzes again.
Niccolò:
“Come out.”
I sit up, confused. Is he joking? It’s nearly midnight, and the last thing I need is to deal with his arrogance right now.
Me:
“No.”
It takes him less than a minute to reply.
Niccolò:
“Don’t be boring. I’m outside.”
I freeze. No way. He can’t actually be serious, right? But curiosity gets the better of me, and I crawl out of bed, pulling aside the curtain just enough to peek out.
There he is, leaning casually against his car, looking like he stepped out of a magazine. He’s wearing a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt, his hair just the right kind of messy. Typical Niccolò. He sees me looking and flashes that signature smirk, raising his eyebrows like, What are you waiting for?
I grab a hoodie and head downstairs before I can talk myself out of it.
When I step outside, the cool night air hits me, and Niccolò’s grin widens.
“Thought you’d never come,” he says, his voice low and teasing.
“I didn’t say yes,” I shoot back, crossing my arms.
He shrugs, unfazed. “You’re here, aren’t you?”
“What do you want?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he nods toward the passenger seat of his car. “Get in.”
I hesitate. “Why?”
“Do you ever stop asking questions?” he says with a dramatic sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Just trust me. I’m bored, you’re bored—let’s do something about it.”
I know I should say no. Niccolò is trouble, the kind of trouble you see coming a mile away but can’t seem to avoid. But there’s something in the way he looks at me, a mix of mischief and curiosity, like he’s daring me to step into his world.
Against my better judgment, I get in the car.
We end up driving out of the city, the lights of Rome fading in the rearview mirror. Niccolò doesn’t tell me where we’re going, and I don’t ask. The windows are down, the wind whipping through my hair as he weaves effortlessly through the narrow roads.
“Do you always kidnap people in the middle of the night?” I ask, trying to sound annoyed.
He laughs, a rich, unbothered sound. “Only the interesting ones.”
I roll my eyes, but he catches the hint of a smile I’m trying to hide.
Eventually, we pull up to an overlook, the city stretching out below us like a sea of golden lights. It’s breathtaking, and for a moment, I forget why I was so annoyed with him in the first place.
“Not bad, huh?” he says, leaning against the hood of the car.
I join him, keeping a careful distance. “So, what’s the deal? You just wanted to show me the view?”
He lights a cigarette, taking a slow drag before answering. “Not everything has to be a deal, you know.”
“With you? It usually is,” I counter.
His lips twitch, amused. “Fair enough.” He exhales, the smoke curling into the night air. “Maybe I just wanted to see what you’d say.”
“To what?”
“To me.”
I scoff, shaking my head. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And yet, here you are,” he points out, smirking.
I don’t have a response for that, so I stay quiet, staring out at the city. For all his arrogance, there’s something almost peaceful about being here with him.
“Why me?” I ask after a while, my voice softer.
He glances at me, his expression unreadable. “Why not?”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Maybe I don’t have one,” he admits, surprising me. “Maybe I just think you’re different.”
“Different how?”
He flicks his cigarette into the gravel, his eyes meeting mine. For once, there’s no smirk, no teasing. Just honesty.
“You don’t try to impress anyone. It’s annoying as hell, but… I like it.”
I don’t know what to say to that. Niccolò isn’t the type to hand out compliments, let alone ones that feel genuine.
“Well,” I say finally, trying to lighten the mood. “You’re still annoying.”
His smirk returns. “Good. I’d hate to lose my charm.”
We sit there for a while, the silence stretching between us in a way that feels comfortable, not awkward. For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel the weight of everything pressing down on me.
Maybe Niccolò is trouble, but for now, I don’t mind getting lost in it.
just fluff where he either protects her at school from someone horrible or where she’s having a bad day so late at night he comes to her house and takes her out just on a walk around italy😔🙏🙏
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summary : in which a brooding boy notices his bestfriend is upset, and shows up throwing pebbles.
w.c. : .8k
a/n : im bacckkk! thank you for requesting gorgeous, hope you enjoy!
(p. s. i had no clue how to end it so its kinda rough)
warning(s) : none!
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niccolo govender paid so much attention to you. some would say too much. but what else was he supposed to do? you were his best friend. you had a way of making him happier just by being around him, like a ray of sunshine against his rain clouds.
so, obviously, when he noticed you had been looking down all day, not acting like your usual upbeat self, he just had to help you! even if that meant walking to your house in the dark, his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark sweatshirt.
he finally reached your house, the only room with the lights on being yours. he didn’t know if your parents were home, and he didn’t want to risk it when they already thought lowly of him. so, he looked around, grabbing a small pebble off the side of the road and throwing it up at your window. he got it spot on, bouncing off of the pane with a small, yet noticeable clank.
he could see your shadow shifting a bit, then eventually go back to lie down on your bed. he rolled his eyes, grabbing another small piece of debris and tossing it up again. this one seemed to finally grab your attention, as he watched you slide over the frilly curtains, squinting and eventually recognizing him.
he let out a quiet laugh as your eyes darted around the rest of the street, making sure there was nobody else, then back at your closed bedroom door. then, a hushed whisper.
“what?!”
he knew trying to talk to you like this would be useless, so he just gestured with his hand for you to come down. luckily for him, you listened with just a slight eye roll.
you closed the curtains, and a few minutes later appeared from the front door, a grumpy look on your face.
“hello to you too,” he remarked, noticing how you certainly didn’t want to be there.
he felt bad about seeing you upset, but he couldn’t help but tease you when you were like this, compared to your typical personality.
“now will you tell me what you want?” you asked him, and he definitely didn’t miss the attitude used in it.
“walk with me?” he offered, holding his hand out. if you said something about it, he’d play it off as a joke, but he was hoping you wouldn’t.
you glanced back at your house. a little walk couldn’t hurt, right? plus, it wasn’t like your mood could’ve gotten worse. so, with a small groan, you placed your hand in his, the warmth radiating from him encompassing you in the brisk night air.
he let his hand fall a bit, holding it in a more natural position as he began leading you away from the house and down the streets of rome. or, at least, the small neighborhood your house was in.
the walk was comfortably quiet, but niccolo could feel you relax more, leaning into him a bit, your body becoming less tense. he decided to be bold. there was no way you hadn’t noticed his stares during class, or the way he’d always try to be near you. why not lean into it?
“you look good,” he complimented softly, his voice sweeter than it was with anyone else.
he was only met with a glare in response, and the feeling of you pulling away from him slightly. you figured he was joking, considering you just got out of bed, and were in a pair of sweatpants and whatever shirt you saw first before leaving, which was currently hanging suspiciously large on you.
he held is free hand up in a mock surrender pose, not daring let go of yours with his other. he even subtly pulled you back in a bit closer to him. he didn’t get to do this often, and he would be stupid if he didn’t make the best of it.
“i’m serious, i swear!” he tried to defend, a wide grin spread across his face.
you looked skeptical, but leaned fully back against his arm nonetheless, a gentler smile replacing the one he had been wearing.
“thank you,” you mumbled, and he could tell how tired you were.
part of him felt bad for keeping you up, especially when you had been so upset. but hey, you had chosen to walk with him, to hold his hand, to lean against him like this.
still he had his doubts.
“wanna go back home?” he asked quietly as his expression faltered a bit, not wanting to ruin the moment. the moment he hoped you were feeling too.
his question was answered with a shake of your head against his arm, and suddenly he couldn’t stop smiling.
“good,” he hummed, pressing a hesitant kiss to the top of your head. you didn’t respond, but didn’t pull away. he’d take the win.
you were suddenly happy for the lack of streetlights, not wanting the obvious flush on your face to be illuminated. he looked over at you, and you thought you were caught, but something rather unexpected fell from his mouth.
Draco Malfoy x Fem!Purebloodravenclaw!reader ❤︎
❤︎ my first fic! This was set somewhere around Draco & the readers 4th year and during the yule ball ;). !! VOLDY DOESNT EXIST HERE !!!!
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❤︎ 2.1k words .ᐟ not proofread .ᐟ
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It was midday, lunch was almost about to start with students walking into the great hall with all their friends. A few days ago Professor Dumbledore announced that there was a ball to be held soon. Everyone had been prepping everything so early! The ball wasn't until next month, but even so, witches had already been asked to be a wizards date for the ball. Too soon? Well no wizard or witch thought so.
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"honestly, don't you think it's a bit too early for them to be asking their 'special' someone out to the ball?" Padma Patil, one of your best friends said while sitting down in front of you.
"I'm not quite sure, maybe they just want a heads up? I mean it's better than worrying about matching gowns and dress robes a week before the ball" You said not really caring about the other students.
"Well you wouldn't have trouble with that wouldn't you, y/n/n? Your the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen! You could end up with a date at the end of the week, maybe even the end of the day!" Padma giggles
"Awh thank you! Honestly Padma look at yourself, you're as well. You might end up with a date earlier than me!" You said with giggles
As soon as you finished, lunch was ready and already appeared on your house's table. Just as you were about to get a place you heard some talking from the Slytherin table, Slytherins always had much to say.
"Well I think all they want to do is shove it in our arses that we don't have any dates yet!" You heard Goyle, a Slytherin in your year grumble while eating, you've seen him around, he's always been following his leader, Malfoy. Oh how you had a deep feeling of annoyance for that man. "Oh come on Goyle, is it that hard to find a date? Don't worry you've got a month or so left." Draco Malfoy said in reply "Now you see, such a man like me" Malfoy said pointing to himself "has had thousands of girls begging to be my date for the ball"
Rowena save me. The slytherin was so full of himself! Even if his statement was true, Draco Malfoy was still a stuck up in the arse bastard!
It pains you that, the stuck up bastard was your potions partner for the rest of the year. It pains you so much you've started thinking that Snape might hate every part of you.
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After lunch, you check your time table. Your next class was potions and honestly you felt like going to madam pomfrey, and lie about stomach pain. You bid fair well to Padma and started walking to class. You barely got to see but you accidentally bumped into another student setting up one of his yule ball proposals. The decorations scattered onto the floor and your face turned beet red
"Oh my Merlin, I'm so sorry!" You said picking up your thing trying to find your wand to fix the mess you've caused.
"Oh don't worry about it L/N, it's fine really. A simple spell ought to do the trick!" You looked up to see Cedric diggory smiling. As you picked up your things he used a spell to set things back together. How cute he was asking Cho Chang to be his date to the ball! You apologized again while walking away from him. While walking you felt a gaze following you, but you didn't really see anyone.
You barely made it to class, you were 5minutes away from being late and landing detention with Snape.
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"Good Afternoon class" you heard Snape say to the whole class.
Your potions partner seemed to be running late and hadn't showed up yet, hes totally getting detention. Snape never lets anyone get tested for class especially his. The professor is bloody strict.
Snape has told the class about the potion that will be made today, and oh Rowena was it going to be a topic for sure. Amortentia, one of the most powerful love potions there is. You could practically hear your friends asking you what you smelled after class.
While you were writing down what snape had been instructing the class to do, the classroom door opened and revealed Draco Malfoy.
"How sorry I am for being late professor Snape! I assure you it won't happen again." Malfoy said almost half joking. To your surprise snape barely did anything all he did was tell Malfoy to go back to his seat and continued on with his talking! Favoritism at its finest.
"Hope you haven't missed me too much darling, got caught up on something, yeah?" Malfoy said sitting down beside you. Honestly the tosser really had the nerve!
"Stop with the nonsense Malfoy, you've arrived late already might as well start preparing what we need for this bloody potion." You said not wanting to deal with him.
He didn't say anything, he just started prepping the cauldron and ingredients for the potion. When Snape finally stopped talking he had told the class to start brewing their potions. The two of you started brewing, well Malfoy started brewing, all you did was instruct the boy on what to do. It became the norm for both of you, you wrote the notes and told him what to do, and Malfoy would brew the potion. It's a win win, you didn't have to get your hands dirty, and he didn't have to listen to Snape talk for 30 minutes.
As you were instructing him, the smell of his perfume got stronger and it was starting to throw you off. How insecure of yourself do you have to be to drown yourself in perfume? You understood he was rich and could afford to buy millions of perfume bottles a day, but using that much was bollocks!
"You really want a date for the ball don't you L/N? I can smell your vanilla shampoo from here, getting prepped up so early, there like what? A month until the ball." Malfoy said as he stopped mixing the cauldron.
"Oh would you be quiet? Your perfume is basically all anyone can smell right now! You've practically put on a whole bottle!" You retorted! What does he mean? You were not that down bad for a date. Before the blonde could give u a snarky comment, Snape headed to both of you.
"ah Mr. Malfoy and Ms.L/N, it seems you have finished brewing the potion?" Snape says in his natural voice. Snape continues to check your work and it hit draco Malfoy almost too early
You didn't use too much shampoo, it was the potions work.
"Good job to both of you. 5points to each of your houses." Snape tells you.
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Draco's pov
"I can't believe it blaise, I smelt a ravenclaw in that bloody potion!" Draco rumbled, he still hasn't believed you were what attracts him that most. He wasn't going to lie when he thought you were attractive, you were above average!
"Draco don't be so fussy about it. So what if she's what you're attracted to the most? You could ask her out to the ball. You don't have a date yet, she's a pureblood your mother and father wouldn't mind." Blaise said wanting to get over the situation and was already thinking about falling asleep. It was 11pm for Salazar's sake!
"Bloody hell Blaise! Your a genius! I should totally ask a ravenclaw to the ball" draco said sarcastically "honestly what's your problem dray, she's a pretty nice witch. Give it a try" Blaise said yawning.
"You know what Blaise, you might be right. Anyways who would turn ME down? I'm the slytherin prince!" Draco said thinking about how he should even ask you out to the ball.
"mhm that's right mate, you should realllllllyyyyyyyyy give it a try" Blaise said falling asleep on his bed not bothering to hear what ever draco had to say next.
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Your pov
You weren't over what happened yesterday, Malfoy didn't have any right to tell you anything when he practically bathed in perfume. The incident kept on replaying until Padma snapped you out of it.
"Hello? Merlin's beard y/n you've been zoning out for the past hour! Breakfast is about to be served and you're still laying your head on the table!" Padma said "I would be surprised if a plate of toast appears on top of your ear by now." She added with a giggle
"Im sorry Padmaaa, I'm just so tired today" you said
Before Padma could say anything packages from everyone's owl start flying in. You say that you had two owls flying towards you and your best friend.
As the packages started to land on the tables, you realized you had two boxes in front of you! One from you mother and one anonymous.
"Ohhh who's that one from y/n/n? It looks big!" As you opened the unusual looking box, petals started falling on top of you and a bouquet with the most beautiful flowers ever stared right before your eyes. You read the letter on the bouquet not minding the people looking at you. The petals probably made a huge mess.
"Y/n your eyes glimmer like the stars in the night sky, you hair flowing like flowers through the wind, you are infact the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Would you give me the honour of being your date to the yule ball- yours truly D.M ps. I already bought you a gown, we'll be matching" You read the last part in horror.
DRACO MALFOY ASKED ME TO BE HIS DATE TO THE YULE BALL?!?!?!?!!?!?!!!!!!!
You could barely speak when Padma took the letter from your hands and let out a shriek
"WHAT?" Padma said in shock, you both sat there in pure shock before you told her
"padma I think we should go bad to the common room" you said, half of the ravenclaw table was staring at you both and even some students from other houses stared as well. "Right on It" Padma said
You took your things (as well as the package draco had given you) and ran to the common room.
You and Padma talked about the event again and again until you knew how to confront draco and tell him that you, that you uhm...
You didn't know what to tell Draco Malfoy.
You thought it was nice of him to ask u to be his date for the ball, you wanted to go with him really, even if he was kind of a arsehole, but he gave effort and that counts.
"Padma I'm going to talk to him, I basically haven't even told him if I would go or not. We just ran out of the great hall!" You told Padma who was still red from embarrassment from shrieking so loud earlier at breakfast.
"of course, that seems right enough, do you want me to go with? " She asked
"I'll be better on my own I'll tell you when I get back though!' you said
That was final, you were going to tell Draco Malfoy how you really felt.
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It was almost 6pm, which was dinner time, you decided to go to draco and tell him how you felt about the letter. You couldn't find him at all you practically already roamed the whole castle! You had only the library left to check, once you got there you bumped into him!
Rowena Ravenclaw have mercy! You couldn't muster up a single word. Well you kind did but
"dracoimsosorrythatItoldyou,you agedinperfumeyesterdayikindameantirbuthonestlyiwouldreallyliketogototheballwithyou" you said all in one breath
"Woah,Woah, slow down would you love? Couldn't understand a single thing that came out of your lovely mouth" He said dusting himself and smiled.
" Draco you're kind of a bastard but you're a nice bastard if that makes sense. Your letter was really sweet and I would love to go to the ball with you!" You said too shy to look at him
Draco stared at you in disbelief "Thank you love, that means a lot to me" he said at last not really knowing what to say about the bastard part. "How about we talk about your dress, I thought you'd like to know about that, huh?" Draco Smirked at you while he guided you to the great hall for dinner
Padma would be thrilled when she finds out!
But anyways, it's all done and you're going to the ball with Draco Malfoy!
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England's diamond boy Draco Malfoy and star girl Y/N Fletcher fake dates to get a brand sponsorship
Chapter 3: Draco Malfoy's Reputation
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The night had started like all the others—another post-match event filled with glittering lights, endless chatter, and too many cameras capturing every fake smile and posed moment between Y/N Fletcher and Draco Malfoy. Their managers insisted they stick close, laugh at each other’s jokes, and sell the image of a perfect Quidditch couple.
By the time they finally managed to sneak away from the crowd, both of them were on edge.
Draco led Y/N onto the balcony, the cool night air washing over them. He leaned casually against the railing, his tie loosened, while Y/N leaned beside him, arms crossed, staring up at the stars.
“Finally,” she muttered, exhaling deeply. “I thought we’d never get away.”
Draco chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “You looked like you were about to hex that one reporter.”
“Don’t tempt me.” She grinned, shaking her head. “Honestly, how many times can they ask the same question about us? ‘When did you two fall in love? What’s the secret to your chemistry?’ It’s exhausting.”
“Good thing we’re excellent actors,” Draco teased, his smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Y/N shot him a sidelong glance. “Speak for yourself, Malfoy. I wasn’t acting when I said you were a pain in the arse.”
Draco laughed, the sound softer than usual. “Fair enough. But admit it, Fletcher—you’d be bored without me.”
Y/N scoffed, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward. “You wish.”
Their banter faded into comfortable silence as they both looked out at the twinkling city lights.
It wasn’t often they got a moment like this, away from the pretense, the constant scrutiny.
“You were incredible today,” Y/N said after a moment, her voice quieter now. “That catch—it was unreal.”
Draco turned his head to look at her, his expression softening. “You’re one to talk. That shot you made? The crowd went insane.”
Y/N shrugged, pretending to be modest, but her cheeks warmed under his gaze.
“We’re a good team,” she said lightly, but the words held a weight neither of them acknowledged.
Draco took a step closer, the teasing edge in his voice replaced with something gentler. “We are.”
The way he said it made her heart skip. She turned to face him, and for the first time all evening, she noticed how tired he looked—yet his silver eyes still sparkled under the moonlight.
“Draco…” she started, but her voice caught when she realized how close he had gotten.
His hand brushed hers on the railing, and suddenly the air between them felt heavier, charged with something unspoken.
“You know,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “for a fake relationship, we’re awfully convincing.”
Y/N’s lips parted, but no clever retort came to mind. Her pulse quickened as his gaze flickered to her mouth, lingering there for a moment too long. She felt rooted in place, unable to move, her heart hammering in her chest.
“Draco,” she said again, this time softer, almost a plea.
He leaned in, so close now that she could feel his breath on her skin, warm and unsteady.
His hand moved, brushing against hers again, this time intentional.
The world seemed to fall away—the noise of the event inside, the weight of their pretend relationship, the cameras that would inevitably be waiting for them.
And then, just as his lips hovered a fraction away from hers, the door to the balcony creaked open.
“Fletcher! Malfoy!” Their manager’s voice cut through the moment like a knife. “They need you for a final round of photos.”
Y/N flinched, stepping back as if reality had slapped her in the face. Draco straightened immediately, the cool, confident mask slipping back into place, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of frustration.
“Of course they do,” Y/N muttered, trying to sound unaffected, though her voice wavered.
Draco smirked faintly, but there was something softer in his expression as he met her gaze. “We should get back,” he said, though he made no move to leave just yet.
Y/N hesitated, biting her lip.
For a moment, she thought about what might have happened if they hadn’t been interrupted. But then she nodded, turning toward the door.
As she walked past him, he caught her wrist lightly, stopping her in her tracks.
“Next time,” he said quietly, his voice low enough that only she could hear.
Y/N looked back at him, her heart stuttering in her chest, but she didn’t reply. Instead, she let his words linger in the air as she slipped back inside, leaving Draco alone under the stars.
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The spotlight on Draco and Y/N had grown brighter by the day.
With every match, every brand partnership, and every magazine cover, their “relationship” seemed to cement itself more firmly in the public’s eye.
The fans loved the drama of it all—the Quidditch stars, the famous last names, the so-called “star-crossed lovers” storyline. But with that came a dark side.
The envy.
At first, it was subtle. A few snide comments from rival players during games, a few fans questioning Y/N’s place in Draco’s world, but then the gossip started to grow louder. Magazine covers featuring the perfect couple were paired with scandalous titles and questionable quotes. They weren’t just reporting on their success—they were questioning the validity of it.
“Can Y/N Fletcher, so-called “star girl’ be the perfect match for England’s diamond boy Draco Malfoy?” read one headline from Glamour Quidditch.
The article dissected her background, questioning her lack of a “pedigree” compared to Draco’s, suggesting she was just another “glamour girl” in his long list of conquests.
“Draco’s recent Romance: How Long ‘Til It Ends?” another magazine questioned, offering backhanded compliments that painted her as a “convenient arm candy.”
It wasn’t just the gossip columns. Their relationship was a topic of heated debate on social media platforms. Fans of both players—some loyal, others scorned—had started their own campaigns, calling out everything from her appearance to her past relationships, even going as far as comparing her to Draco’s past romances. It was overwhelming, and it started to get to Y/N in ways she hadn’t expected.
The press had never been kind to Y/N.
With every passing day, the stories grew more invasive, the speculation more malicious. They’d latched onto her like a story they couldn’t stop writing about, questioning every detail of her life. Her relationship with Draco, too, became a headline. They picked apart their interactions, scrutinized their every move, and attempted to fabricate drama where there was none. It didn’t help that the media loved to pit Draco against his past relationships, comparing them to his “new” love interest.
But Y/N had gotten used to the whispers. Or so she thought.
The tipping point came during a press event at the Ministry of Magic, just days after one particularly hurtful article had been published.
The magazine had suggested that Y/N was simply a “flavor of the month” for Draco, and worse, that she wasn’t truly good enough for him.
The words felt like a slap in the face.
The reporters gathered in a chaotic group around Draco and Y/N as they made their way through a charity event, flashes of cameras blinding them as questions flew.
"Draco! Can you tell us what your relationship with Y/N Fletcher is really about?" one reporter called out, a smirk on their face as they posed the loaded question.
Y/N glanced at Draco, already feeling the familiar sting of media scrutiny. She opened her mouth to respond, but Draco beat her to it, his voice cutting through the noise.
"Enough." His tone was sharp, and the crowd instantly fell silent, sensing the change in his demeanor.
Y/N blinked, surprised by the sudden fierceness in his voice. Draco’s usual confident charm was replaced with something much more protective.
He stepped closer to Y/N, placing a possessive hand at the small of her back, his gaze turning to meet the reporters head-on.
"I’m going to make this very clear," Draco began, his voice low but commanding.
"The way you’re treating her—" he pointed to Y/N, who stood slightly behind him, "—is disgraceful. You have no right to scrutinize her, to question her, or to make her feel anything less than what she is—perfectly capable and more than enough for me."
The reporters looked taken aback, clearly not expecting Draco to speak up like this. He continued, his voice getting louder with each word.
"Y/N Fletcher is not just my girlfriend; she’s a strong, talented, and brilliant woman who doesn’t need to prove anything to any of you. I’ll be damned if I let any of you degrade her for your own little stories." Draco’s icy blue eyes locked onto the reporter who had asked the question. "If you have a problem with that, take it up with me. Not her."
The room was dead quiet, the tension palpable as the other reporters exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond. The power of Draco's words and the unmistakable protectiveness in his voice was something none of them could ignore.
Y/N felt a rush of emotions—surprise, gratitude, and something deeper that she couldn’t quite name. She knew Draco had always been protective of her, but hearing him speak out so fiercely on her behalf was unexpected, and it left her feeling a bit vulnerable, yet appreciated.
The silence in the room stretched on for a moment before another reporter, cautiously, asked, "So you're both saying that you’re in a relationship? This is serious?"
Without giving her a chance to process, Draco cupped her face gently in his hands. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, and for a split second, everything else in the room seemed to fade away.
Then, in a moment that seemed to stretch forever, Draco leaned in and kissed her—softly at first, but with an undeniable intensity.
The kiss deepened as Y/N, taken aback for a moment, melted into his touch. Her hands found their way to his chest, feeling the beat of his heart beneath his shirt. His lips were warm, pressing against hers with a force that spoke of more than just physical attraction.
For a few long seconds, the rest of the world ceased to exist. They were just two people, caught in the intensity of a moment that felt very real, despite everything the press had said.
When they finally pulled away, breathless and a little dazed, the room seemed to rush back in. The chatter around them had stopped, and a few heads had turned. The press who had been watching from a distance were now staring, phones out, likely already crafting their next headline.
Y/N looked up at Draco, her heart racing. “That’s one way to shut them up.”
Draco, smirking with that signature confidence of his, leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear.
“That wasn’t just for them. It was for you. Don’t forget that.”
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Draco Malfoy and Y/N Fletcher: Quidditch’s Power Couple Kisses for the First Time in Public! one headline read, with a photo of the two of them caught in the tender moment.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she clicked on the link, the words on the screen only confirming what she feared.
The article was filled with all the details—too many details. It described their kiss with sensational flair, suggesting it was “a bold move that shocked fans” and “a declaration of their relationship’s seriousness.” It mentioned their chemistry, their sudden shift from “quidditch teammates to something more,” and even speculated on whether this would lead to a “wedding announcement.”
Could Y/N Fletcher Be the One to Tame Draco Malfoy? Another article, from Witch Weekly, posted.
The title alone made Y/N roll her eyes.
Is This The End of the Bad Boy Malfoy Era?
The headline from Quidditch Monthly was perhaps the most jarring, painting Draco as a reformed man, suddenly stepping into the role of a loving boyfriend. Y/N couldn’t help but shake her head in disbelief.
“Unbelievable,” she muttered, tossing her phone onto the couch as she tried to focus on getting ready for the day. Her reflection in the mirror was steady, but underneath the calm exterior, she could feel the pressure mounting. Was the kiss really that big of a deal?
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The next PR stunt was simple: Draco Malfoy and Y/N Fletcher were to spend the day in Diagon Alley, casually photographed while shopping together.
The goal? To solidify their image as Quidditch’s most glamorous couple, raking in more sponsors and fueling the public’s obsession with them.
The two strutted down the cobblestone streets, Draco in a perfectly tailored suit, his platinum blond hair gleaming in the sunlight, and Y/N in an effortlessly chic outfit, her presence drawing as much attention as his.
Paparazzi lingered discreetly (or not-so-discreetly), snapping pictures as the “couple” walked into a high-end jewelry store.
Y/N smirked as she glanced at Draco. “This is a bit much, even for you, Malfoy. What are we doing here? I don’t need jewelry to make headlines.”
Draco raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh, please. This isn’t about you needing anything. It’s about reminding the world that we’re untouchable.”
She rolled her eyes but followed him inside, where a gleaming display of diamonds and emeralds awaited them. A salesman, clearly flustered by the sight of Draco Malfoy and Y/N Fletcher in his store, hurried over, bowing slightly.
“Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Fletcher, it’s an honor! How can I assist you today?”
Draco didn’t hesitate, gesturing toward the most extravagant section of the display. “Show us your finest pieces.”
Y/N laughed under her breath. “Subtle as always.”
The salesman quickly retrieved a tray of diamond necklaces, each one more dazzling than the last.
Y/N leaned over to inspect them, her sharp wit ready. “What are you going to do, Draco? Buy me a necklace to prove your undying love? The headlines would eat it up.”
Draco smirked, his gray eyes glinting with mischief. “Undying love? No. But it’ll look fantastic in tomorrow’s photos.”
He picked up a particularly stunning piece—a diamond necklace with a delicate, intricate design that shimmered like starlight.
Without waiting for Y/N’s input, he turned to the salesman. “We’ll take this one.”
Y/N blinked, taken aback. “What? Draco, that thing probably costs more than the whole quidditch team.”
Draco shrugged, holding the necklace up to her neck. “It suits you. Besides, if we’re doing this publicity stunt, we might as well do it properly.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, though her lips twitched into a faint smile. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“And you’re welcome,” he replied smugly, handing the necklace to the salesman for wrapping.
As they left the store, paparazzi swarmed, capturing every angle of the two of them walking arm in arm.
Y/N leaned toward Draco, her voice low so only he could hear. “You do realize this is going to fuel the ‘Draco Malfoy spoils his girlfriend’ headlines for weeks?”
Draco smirked, glancing at her with a playful gleam in his eye. “Good. Let them talk.”
Y/N shook her head, unable to suppress a laugh. “You really love the drama, don’t you?”
“Only when it involves you, Fletcher,” he quipped, his smirk softening into something that almost looked genuine.
And as the cameras flashed around them, Y/N glanced at the bag containing the diamond necklace and couldn’t help but wonder if Draco Malfoy was starting to blur the line between publicity and something else.
The moment they stepped out of the jewelry store, the world seemed to stop, if only for a few seconds. The flashes from cameras exploded around them, blinding them in a kaleidoscope of light.
Y/N and Draco continued walking side by side, the buzz of the crowd becoming a distant hum in the background. But Draco was laser-focused, not just on the headlines they’d create, but on the moment itself.
Without a word, he paused, turning to face Y/N. She raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what he was up to.
Draco’s fingers delicately pulled the diamond necklace from its velvet box, and before Y/N could protest, he reached around her neck, gently clasping it into place.
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Draco, you didn’t—”
“Shh,” he whispered, his voice low enough that only she could hear. “Just play along.”
Y/N couldn’t help but notice the look in his eyes—something between mischievous and genuine.
As the necklace settled around her neck, it sparkled, catching the light in every direction, and she found herself momentarily speechless.
The flash of cameras intensified, the photographers clamoring to capture the moment. The headline was practically writing itself: Draco Malfoy, in rare public display of affection, gifts Y/N Fletcher a diamond necklace.
Y/N blinked, snapping back to reality as she realized the spectacle they were creating.
“You’re going to have everyone thinking we’re a couple for real now,” she muttered, a little caught off guard.
Draco didn’t respond immediately, instead adjusting the necklace around her neck with a steady hand. “Let them think whatever they want. It’s good for business. Besides, you look stunning.”
She couldn’t deny the necklace was beautiful, and it certainly did make her look like the centerpiece of the grandest event.
She smirked at him. “You know, you’re quite the showman, Malfoy.”
“Only when it’s worth the drama,” he replied with a grin, his voice almost teasing.
By the time they reached the end of the street, the buzz around them had exploded into full force. Their names were already trending on every gossip column.
“Y/N Fletcher, Draco Malfoy’s diamond girl?”
“Malfoy Gifts Fletcher Diamond Necklace Amid Public Outing, Is Y/N Fletcher the New Queen of Malfoy’s Heart?”, and “Draco Malfoy’s Public Romance With Fletcher Takes the Spotlight.”
As they sat together later that evening, the whirlwind of media coverage still swirling around them, Y/N glanced over at Draco. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Draco didn’t meet her gaze immediately, his smirk curling up at the corners. “Not as much as I enjoy watching you wear that necklace.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow. “So this is all just for the attention, then?”
“Not just for the attention,” Draco replied, leaning back in his chair, his tone still playful. “But I won’t deny it—it’s working.”
She shook her head, still processing the whirlwind of events. “You’ve definitely got a knack for causing chaos, Malfoy.”
“And you’re just the right person to handle it with me,” he shot back, the sincerity behind his words unmistakable, despite the playful glint in his eyes.
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The Quidditch pitch was quiet, save for the soft patter of rain falling from the grey skies.
Y/N stood in the middle of the field, her Chaser robes soaked through, her hair clinging to her face, yet her laughter rang through the air, light and unrestrained. She spun in place, arms outstretched, reveling in the cool rain as if it were a long-lost friend.
On the sidelines, Draco stood beneath the shelter of the stands, his blonde hair slightly damp and his arms crossed over his chest.
His grey eyes followed her every movement, a mix of amusement and bewilderment playing across his features.
“You’re insane, Fletcher,” he called out, his voice cutting through the rain.
Y/N paused mid-spin, turning to face him with a grin so wide it could have rivaled the sun. “Am I? Or are you just boring, Malfoy?”
Draco rolled his eyes but felt the familiar tug of her infectious energy pulling him in. He stepped out from under the shelter, his boots squelching in the wet grass as the rain began to soak through his robes.
“Boring? I’ll show you boring.”
Before she could react, he closed the distance between them in a few long strides, grabbing her hand and pulling her into an unplanned dance.
“What are you doing?” she asked, laughing as she stumbled into his arms.
“Proving a point,” he replied smoothly, his smirk growing as he twirled her around.
Their movements were anything but graceful—more of a chaotic shuffle than a proper dance—but neither of them seemed to care. The rain fell harder now, cascading over them, but it only added to the magic of the moment. Y/N tilted her head back, laughing as Draco spun her under his arm, the water dripping down her face like glittering pearls.
“See?” she teased, looking up at him. “Not so boring after all.”
Draco arched a brow, his smirk deepening.
“You’re a terrible dancer,” he quipped, though his grip on her hand never loosened.
“And yet,” she shot back, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “you’re still holding on to me.”
He let out a chuckle, shaking his head as the rain plastered his hair to his forehead.
“Maybe I’m the insane one, then,” he muttered under his breath, though the small, tender smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.
For a moment, the world around them seemed to fade. The weight of their roles, the endless expectations, the pressure to perform for England, the ever-present gaze of sponsors and fans all melted away.
There was no crowd, no cameras, no rivalry.
Just the two of them, drenched in rain and laughter, dancing as though they had all the time in the world.
Y/N stumbled slightly, and Draco caught her, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist.
She looked up at him, her laughter fading into something softer as their eyes met. For the first time, neither of them had a teasing remark ready.
“Careful, Fletcher,” Draco said quietly, his voice losing its usual edge. “Wouldn’t want to ruin your perfect Quidditch form.”
“Or your perfect reputation,” she shot back, though her voice was equally soft, almost unsure.
“Maybe it’s worth ruining,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on her just a second too long.
The rain continued to fall, but neither of them noticed anymore.
Time seemed to freeze on that stormy Quidditch pitch as they stood there, caught in a moment they both knew they’d never forget.
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The rain-soaked memory of their impromptu Quidditch pitch dance lingered between them for days, a moment neither could shake off. It wasn’t long before Y/N Fletcher, ever the bold one, proposed a casual outing.
They met in Diagon Alley, the busy street alive with the chatter of witches and wizards. Draco Malfoy, clad in his usual sleek black robes, looked every inch the composed and untouchable pureblood. Y/N, on the other hand, breezed in wearing a carefree smile and casual, mismatched attire, her hair still slightly windswept as though she’d just stepped off her broomstick.
“I’m trusting you to keep this low-key,” Draco said as they started walking.
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Relax, Malfoy. It’s just two friends spending the day together. Besides, your reputation could use a little shaking up.”
He scoffed but didn’t argue, following her as she wandered from shop to shop. Everything was fine—normal, even—until she stopped dead in her tracks outside of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes.
“Oh, we have to go in,” Y/N said, her eyes lighting up as she grabbed his arm and tugged him toward the brightly colored shop.
Draco balked, planting his feet like a stubborn Hippogriff. “Absolutely not. I’m not stepping foot in there.”
“Why not?” Y/N teased, pulling harder. “Afraid of a couple of joke products? C’mon, Malfoy, live a little.”
He sighed dramatically but relented, letting her drag him inside. The shop was a chaotic mess of color, laughter, and explosions of smoke from various gadgets.
Fred and George Weasley, stationed behind the counter, both looked up when they entered. Fred nudged George with his elbow, grinning like he’d just won a bet.
“Malfoy,” Fred said, smirking. “Didn’t think we’d see you here. Finally decided to trade in that dreary wardrobe for something fun?”
Draco scowled, his cheeks tinged pink. “I’m here against my will.”
Y/N burst out laughing, clearly enjoying his discomfort. She darted off to browse the shelves, leaving Draco awkwardly standing by the door, arms crossed.
It didn’t take long for her to return, arms full of ridiculous items—a Nose-Biting Teacup, a Puking Pastille pack, and something called a Skiving Snackbox. Draco stared at her in horror.
“You’re actually buying that rubbish?” he asked, appalled.
“Of course,” she said, grinning. “This stuff is gold. And Fred said he’d throw in a free love potion.”
Draco groaned, rubbing his temples. “You’re ruining my reputation, Fletcher.”
Y/N handed her Galleons to Fred, who chuckled at Draco’s discomfort. “I think she’s improving it, mate.”
Draco shot him a glare but didn’t respond. Instead, he grabbed Y/N’s bag of joke products and marched toward the exit, muttering under his breath.
Outside, Y/N caught up to him, grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, come on, Malfoy, admit it. You had fun.”
He glanced down at her, the corners of his lips twitching despite himself. “You’re insufferable.”
“And yet,” she said, looping her arm through his, “you’re still holding on to me.”
Draco sighed, shaking his head as they continued down the cobblestone street, Y/N laughing beside him, her bag of Weasley Wheezes products swinging with each step. He didn’t say it, but deep down, he knew she was right.
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