The Aftermath: After the Battle Harry has to put together all the pieces of his life, finally free from Voldemort. His priority is Ginny. One Shot
Draco Malfoy
Protego Horribilis:Â You finally find Draco during the Battle of Hogwarts and you whatever you can to keep him by your side while fighting. One Shot
Coward:Â you and Draco are in your fifth year and you are both appointed prefects of your own houses. One night you have to inspect the halls together and your rivalry soon shows up. One Shot
Days with Draco - HC
Home:Â after an argument, you and Draco donât talk. During the latest party in the Slytherin common room, he is determined to make it up on you. One Shot
Slytherin Queen:Â the Sytherin Queen and King are announced and to celebrate your victory, Draco has something unusual planned for you. One Shot
can you do a draco x reader where the reader and draco had an argument and the reader decides to try to make him jealous at a party by dancing with another guy...... and then draco gets mad and takes the reader to his room and then fucks them doggy-style in front of his giant full length mirror đđđ»ââïž
Slytherin Queen was made for you! Though it is a little bit different from what youâve asked, sorryÂ
Warning(s): cheating (?), fingering, sex in front of a mirror
The first month of your seventh, and last, year at Hogwarts had started really smoothly. You had been no problems at attending classes and, for the first time since you attended the school, you felt like a normal student in a normal school.
But then your caring boyfriend took the matter into his own hands and did his better to remember you every day who you were and who you belonged to. He was older than you. He had graduated the year before and when you went back to the School on the first of September, he wasnât with you.
âTroubles in paradise?â Pansy Parkinson appeared in the seat next to yours in the library and after placing her bag down on the floor, she turned completely to you and started intensely at you, âI can see the gears rotating into your brain.â
You let out a bitter smile and lowered your gaze on the opened book in front of you, not able to hold hers any longer, âGraham isnât replying to my letters anymore,â you rubbed your hands on your face, but kept going, âWe spent the entire summer together, but now he is distant andâŠI donât know why I am doing this, itâs like he doesnât even wants to try to make this work,â you spat out all your doubts regarding your relationship with your boyfriend. A tear went down your cheek and then landed on the white paper, âAnd I donât know if I still love him.â
âSilly, I already know that!â she kept het voice tone low, yet it was like she had shouted it right to your face, âIf it can comfort you, youâre pretty good at hiding your emotions, but you like staringâŠa lot,â Pansy was pleased with herself when she succeeded in getting a smile from you, âListen, I remember how you and Graham used to be and I hoped it would work also once outside these walls. But obviously they arenât going the way you wanted them,â she took your hands in hers and said: âIâve never been seriously involved with someone yet, but I suggest you take your time and clear your mind about your feelings for GrahamâŠand the other boy.â
Two weeks later you were still fervently hoping in a reply letter from your supposed-to-be boyfriend outside the school. After the fourth day you understood it wasnât worth the wait, so you removed the necklace he had given you on 31stAugust that same year and put it into your drawer, next to your bed, unsure of what to do with it.
A few days before Pansy had convinced you to compete for the role of Slytherin Queen, which would have been assigned the night of the Ball -exclusive for Slytherins. You signed up under your friendâs insistence and there you were, in your dorm, in front of a full-figure mirror, just looking at you.
You had chosen a long green satin dress, with thin straps on your shoulders and a draped cowl neckline which highlighted your olive-skinned neck. Your parents had sent you earlier that week a piece of jewellery which came directly from your grandmotherâs collection. It was a necklace representing a snake, it was entirely encrusted with shining diamonds, and at the end of it, right on the head of the snake, there were two big emeralds.
âThat outfit is literally screaming âIâm the Slytherin Queenâ,â Pansy appeared from behind the door of the bathroom and leaned against the frame of it, âWas that you the one who didnât want to sign up for the competition?â she took a sip from a glass she then placed down on her bedside table.
âYeah,â you mumbled as you sat down on your bed, âIâm still not sure about that,â you chuckled and fidget with your fingers, âWhy would I be the Slytherin Queen when thereâs you, or Daphne.â
âThereâs a difference between you and us. Yes, we may be the centre of gossip, but I look at you while you take care of the First Years, or while you help the Third-Year girls with their problems. If I can use this term, you act as a mum. You are the kindest Slytherin among all of us.â
You gave her a heart-warming smile and hugged her tightly, âItâs time for us to go,â you hid yourself from her while swiping a solo tear running down your cheek, âAre your ready?â your hand reached for the doorknob and turned it once you made sure Pansy war right behind you.
You climbed down the stairs and soon were met with the strong smell of Firewhiskey, introduced illegally inside the green and silver common room. You didnât notice the whispering all around you, both boys and girls were astonished by your beauty that night. Pansy went pouring you a glass of Whiskey, meanwhile you found a free-from-people spot in the room. You detected Blaise and Theo making their way into the crowd, being soon approached by two girls per one. They were both wearing two simple grey suits, which fitted the very good.
Behind them the door of the prefectâs dorm opened, and Draco Malfoy got out of it. He was wearing an entirely black suit; the trousers covered his thin and long legs perfectly, making them look slimmer. His tie was what made you drool the most; the thing you imagined him doing to you with his black tie. You were almost ashamed by the way Draco attracted you; you had never felt anything like that with Graham, especially because the nature of your relationship was strictly based on who you were and the heritage -cultural and non-cultural- you brought with you.
âYouâll need this, trust me.â
You didnât notice Pansy coming closer to you and handing you a glass of Firewhiskey, which you gladly took from her hands and swallowed in one swift motion, âI wonât make it âtill the end of the night,â you whispered more to yourself than o your friend, and fortunately she seemed not to have listened.
Instead, Pansy was focused more on the three boys now approaching the two of you, âGirls, arenât you stunning this evening,â Theo lingered with his eyes on your neckline, earning a slap on the back of his neck, âWhat?â he asked the platinum-haired boy on his left.
âShe has a boyfriend, who is a Slytherin. Calm down,â Malfoy scolded him with a harsh tone, while he kept shaking the drink within the glass between his hands. He raised his gaze from the light brown liquid and fixed his eyes on Pansyâs dress.
âThere you are!â a voice which came from behind you surprised both you and your brown-haired friend on your left, âThey are about to name the Queen and the Kind,â Daphne informed all of you. She was followed by her younger sister, Astoria, who kept revolving around your group since the beginning of the year.
You couldnât say you were bothered by her presence, especially since she would sometimes turn to you when she needed any kind of advice. But you often found yourself observe the way she approached the older boys, mainly Draco. Astoria used to touch his arm whenever he was talking to her, or her fastidious laugh which was always too exaggerated.
Even though you had never talked about it with Pansy, you had the impression she had the same thoughts as you about the younger Greengrass and her pretty explicative manners with boys.
You moved along with your group as they came closer to the little stage, set up for the occasion, and stopped right underneath it. One of the boys from the same year as yours -so, from the seventh year- climbed up the stage and took the microphone between his hands.
âGood evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the annual Slytherin Ball,â the crowd started cheering and considered the amount of alcohol which had been already consumed, the excitement was brimming, âWe will start right away with the name of the Slytherin King,â he pointed at a crown laid on the top of a wooden-made stool, âLetâs be clear, who competed never had a chance against the one and only Slytherin Prince. Ladies, you voted your King to beâŠâ the suspense which followed was senseless, because everyone in the room had understood who was about to be called. And, in fact, the crowd exploded shouting when Draco was invited to collect from the stage the crown now belonging to him. âMalfoy, do you want to reveal your Queenâs name?â
The platinum-haired boy took the envelope from the boyâs hands and unwrapped it. He read the name written on it and let out a soft chuckle, âGive me the crown,â after a moment he was getting off the platform with a feminine version of his crown, studded with hundreds of little silver-coloured glitters, in his hands. He came to a stop only once he was in front of your group.
Next to you, Pansy got excited, but you kept it together since you knew you werenât the only one among you girls competing that night. Astoria Greengrass had signed up only one day before the beginning of the poll and she had quite an amount of âfriendsâ who certainly gave her their votes.
Draco switched his eyes between you and the younger girl. To you, it seemed like you could normally breath no longer; the only thing you attempt doing was holding your friendâs hand and, in that moment, you figured that maybe you actually cared about the damn crown. You looked into Dracoâs eyes as they laid on you and you saw his lips slightly curling up.
What came next, your brain couldnât process it. All of a sudden everybodyâs eyes were on you and they watched as Draco carefully placed the crown onto your head, eventually locking a rebellious lock of your hair behind your ear. He looked at you as your cheeks flushed under his touch and, liking how your body reacted to his, he grabbed your hand with his while the other one was gently placed on your waist, âWould you like to dance, Queen?â
Saliva was no longer being produced inside your mouth, so what you did was simply nodding, trying not to lose your respectability by drooling over him.
The crowd made some space for you in the middle of the common room as Draco dragged you away from your friends. Once you were one in front of the other, he pulled you closer and you had to place both your arms over his shoulders -no that the position upset you. You started dancing really slowly; it was like you were studying each other, unsure of what you were doing was okay with the other.
Draco wasnât the kind of boy who liked to ask, he would rather take what he believed being his by right. That was what he did with you on September of the same year; he didnât care about your âboyfriendâ outside the school, what he really mattered to him was that you were his. And you were glad you could count on him.
What brought you to him was entirely different from what brought you and Graham together. You and Draco actually shared the same interests and there wasnât a single moment since you knew each other that he made you feel inferior to him.
That was why when, in the general confusion, he asked you to follow him, you did it without even questioning him where to. He interlaced your fingers together and dragged you through the crowd and across the room; in less than a couple of minutes you were walking down the aisle of the boysâ dorm.
Draco had a room only for him; he said to you it was because he was a prefect, but deep down you knew he got it because of his father. And each time you tried to tease him about it, he would rapidly change the topic of the conversation. You had been more than one time inside of his room, and no one of your friends knew it.
Once you made it to his room, he closed the door behind your back and pushed you against it, âSo, my Queen, how to you want to celebrate?â he whispered in a seductive tone next to your ear, âI have a couple of suggestions to make,â he kissed your lobe over and over again, leaving a trail of wetness behind, âWant to hear them?â
You nodded frantically, âT-tell me,â your hands were soon wrapped around the back of his neck and your lips found his in a matter of seconds, âWhat were you thinking, Draco?â you knew how much he liked his name being whispered by you, and since he had firstly told you that, you kept doing it -but only when there was only the two of you.
He put some distance between the two of you while he stroked your bottom lip with his thumb, âYou are astonishing with this crown on,â he drew with his fingers the outline of it and then laid his eyes again on your figure, âDo never take it off tonight, sweetheart.â
You shivered as his fingers lifted the straps of your dress, âIs the door locked?â you looked around yourself and then stopped your gaze on his features, enlightened by the weak light inside the room. You didnât have to ask; Draco brought a hand behind you and when you heard the key being turned in the keyhole, you were sure no one would have busted into the room that night.
Your hands, which were still hanging behind his neck, went stroking the tiny, soft hair on it, while his were now placed on your waist.
âDonât waste our time then,â Draco dragged you forward, again and again, until your butt hit his desk, âI had in mind something different for today,â as he pulled down the strips of your dress, and let it fall on the ground, he was pleasantly surprised by what were you wearing under it.
A constant thought lingering in your mind all day made you wear a lingerie under the silk dress; it was basic, yet the sexiest Draco had ever seen on a woman.
He took his time observing you, imprinting in his mind the forest green strapless bra and slip on you, âI cannot say how much I love this colour on you,â his fingers went playing behind your back, with the hook of it, while his eyes paid attention a little lower from there, âNo, I will show you how much I love this colour on you.â
You felt his hands leaving your body and felt cold and alone when he turned his back at you completely. You watched him tearing down a drape from the wall, unveiling a full-length mirror, âOne quick question,â your curious self was coming out, âIs that always been there?â you didnât address to him directly, instead you preferred looking at him through the glass, âAnd why I didnât know about it?â you suddenly felt two large hands regaining their place on your hips.
âI donât like the idea of seeing myself as I wake up.â
You looked up and chuckled at his words; it was such a Draco Malfoyâs typical expression to use, âAre we going to spend the entire night commending your mirror?â you turned around and placed your hands around the back of his neck, again, âOr are we up to something else?â
âYou can bet that pretty ass of yours we are,â he roughly flipped you, now your back was pressed against his chest and your ass was grinding against his hard erection, âNice dress, by the way,â his fingers traced the line of your shoulders and then went down, up to the very end of your back, âMaybe tomorrow morning you can make a catwalk just for me.â
âIt depends,â you answered vaguely, and you lips curled up in a lazy smile as you enjoyed his touch burning your skin.
âOn what? If I may ask.â
âOn how good you fuck me tonight,â you looked like the typical innocent, good girl to everyone -even to Graham-, but there was one only person in the entire world who had the pleasure to meet the real you.
âAre you challenging me, Miss Y/L/N?â Draco pulled you further against him and his arms wrapped around your hips, âYou know I never refuse a challenge, especially if I know I will win,â having said that, there was no more time for words. He pushed you down and within seconds you were on your knees, looking at him through the full-length mirror in front of you.
You kept silent, watching Draco pushing down his black jacket, which was soon followed by his black shirt; his fingers found the buckle the belt he was wearing and undid it -quite masterfully, according to you. His trousers were thrown onto the bed; he stood there, behind you, in his underwear which did left nothing to your imagination.
You licked your upper lip and smirked, staring directly into his eyes, âAre we going to take it slow all night?â
âFace down. Ass up,â Draco commanded you and chuckled as you eagerly accomplished his orders. His eyes followed the narrow line of the thong you were wearing. He couldnât say he didnât like it -he wanted that catwalk the morning after more than anything. Dracoâs fingers trailed down the fabric until they rushed against your core, âAlready so wet for me?â
âOnly for you, Draco,â you knew how much he like it when you said it to him, and so you fitted that sentence every time you could.
âWhat do you want?â he kneeled behind you, eyes fixed on yours through the mirror, âYou ask, and I will accomplish, my Queen.â
âThen,â you turned your head around to look him straight in the face, âI want to be fucked so hard that I wonât remember even my name tomorrow morning,â you noticed the lust sparkling in his eyes.
Dracoâs hand laid down on your head and pointed it towards the mirror, he pushed until your cheek touched the soft carpet, âSpread your legs,â he supported the movement you made with your legs, âGood girl,â your underwear was moved to the side and the boyâs cold fingers were met with the heat of your wet pussy. Draco pushed his index inside you, twisted it and pulled it out. He repeated the action a couple of times before thrusting his middle and annular inside, too. He intensified his pace and was about to brought you your first orgasm of the night, except that he removed his fingers before the wave could hit you, âPathetic.â
âW-why?â you asked breathless.
Since the first time you had sex with Draco, you understood it was nothing like the boys you had been before -nor Graham. Draco had always cared about you and your body, and out your pleasure before his own. Though he didnât seem an altruistic person, within the walls of the bedroom, Draco came in second place. But he was an arrogant asshole even when you were throbbing for him.
âYou should know by now that you are only allowed to come on my cock,â he kept his back straight while he brushed the tip of his hard member against the labia of your pussy, âI havenât heard you beg yet.â
You let out a deep breath and steadied yourself o your elbows, reaching an even wide opening with your legs, âPlease, my King, let me come on your cock. Please, fuck me âtill my mind blo-â you gasped when you felt him going deep inside you. You thought that he knew what he was asking for when he told you to put yourself in that position: you could literally feel him hitting all your soft spots and his tip was less than an inch away from your cervix.
He was big and thick; again, nothing you had experienced before.
âMove.â
You brought forward your hips and pushed them back, enough for his balls to hit your clit; you tilted your head back and closed your eyes, pleased with the sensation. You repeated you action once more, this time you were staring at his face, twisted in a satisfied expression. You heard him babbling senseless words and that gave you the strength to do it again. After that, you didnât push yourself away, instead you kept your position and held his cock deep buried inside you.
âAlready tired?â Draco went down on your ass at first gently, then he slapped it quite hard. He didnât go back, but he gave you a thrust and you couldnât help but lower your head. His fingers grabbed a few hairs of yours and pulled it up again, âI said: eyes on me. If not, you will be punished,â then he whispered next to you ears, âI really donât want to show every Slytherin how accommodating you can be.â
Draco pulled himself back and then, in one quick motion, he thrusted back into you. He steadied himself to a fast pace, which had you moaning so loud that he congratulated himself for casting a silencing charm over the room moments before. He grabbed your crown, which had fallen from your head, and put it back on it, keeping it in place with another charm, âLook at yourself, the Slytherin Queen being destroyed by the only man who will ever see you like this,â he felt your walls tightening around him and his cock growing harder inside you, âYou desperate slut.â
When you noticed his hand running between your legs, and your core, you shivered and then, all of a sudden, he pinched your clit, and you didnât hold it back anymore; you screamed while the orgasm washed you over and over again.
When you raised your head to meet Dracoâs grey eyes, he was already looking at you with a smile plastered over his face. It wasnât his usual smirk, neither was he making of somebody, Draco Malfoy had on the soft smile he had only shown to you. The only girl he had ever cared about.
âIâll give you that catwalk tomorrow morning,â you said in no more than a whisper, but you were sure he had listened to you because he giggled and placed a warm kiss on your back, along the line of your backbone, âCan we cuddle before round two?â
Draco broke into laughs, âAre you up for round two?â meanwhile he carefully made you stand up and took you to the bed. As usual he tucked you under the sheets and then jumped on the mattress, reaching his spot behind you.
The Slytherin common room was crowded with people when you first entered it on the evening of a Saturday of May. The Quidditch finals had taken place on that afternoon and they saw Slytherin against Ravenclaw. It was a very heated game, until when Draco Malfoy -seeker for his house- had caught the golden snitch into his hands and Slytherin automatically won the match, and with it the Quidditch Cup.
The silver and green stand to the south of the Quidditch field broke into shouts as they saw their seeker getting his hand first around the flying ball. From the first years to the seventh everyone cheered the platinum headed boy who, soon after the victory, approached the impatient crowd and waved his hands towards them. Though he wasnât really paying attention to them, as he was evidently look for someone in particular. Which he didnât find.
Until that you walked into the common room that evening wearing a mid-thigh, dark green, silk dress, your hair gathered up in a tidy ponytail, which was characteristic of you. At your side there was Daisy; she had been the first friend you had made at Hogwarts -and probably the only one you trusted with your life. You had a quick look at your surroundings, seeing as most of the senior students were already a bit tipsy and the younger ones where obviously drunk. You chuckled together with your friend as you two made your way to the table where drinks were served.
âIâm sorry you couldnât make it to the game this afternoon,â Daisy said as you spotted a couch free form anybody else. She took a seat next to you and drank, âIt was a great match. Maybe the best Iâve ever seen since Iâm here.â
You noticed as she kept looking around herself, as if she was searching for someone in particular, though she didnât seem to have found them. Her eyes went back on your figure and you listened as she told you about the game in the afternoon.
âWe didnât play fairly, did we?â you asked her while taking a sip from your own drink. You finished it with another sip and placed it down on the little table in front of you, âWhy am I even asking that. We never play fairly.â
Daisy furrowed her brows and gave you a stern look, âWhatâs going on with you? Why are you talking like this?â
Indeed, you had been acting strange last week but she had always associated it with Snape giving you hell during his DADA lessons -he seemed to be tougher with those who wanted to become Auror as you did. Daisy noticed how you tried to distance yourself from anybody else; you got into the habit of studying in the library, contrary to your fellow Slytherin mates who preferred doing homework in the common room.
âY/N, did I do anything wrong?â
You turned your head towards her suddenly causing her slightly to jump, âAbsolutely not,â you assured her and placed your hand on her knee, âIâm just-â your typical determination vacillated and you took a deep breathe, âI didnât come to the match become I didnât want to see,â your voice lowered while you played with your fingers.
âYou mean Malfoy?â Daisy chuckled looking at your utterly surprised face in hearing that question, âWhat? Iâve been knowing for all along. Youâre awful at keeping secrets,â a soft smile spread across her face and then laid her head on your shoulder, âWhat has he done?â
You relaxed against the seatback of the black and green leather couch, closed your eyes for a moment and then started talking, âWeâre not official. I mean, you can easily understand that,â you let out a nervous laugh, âHeâs great when weâre alone. Itâs the time in the day I am most looking forward. But when we are around people he just lets Parkinson and the two Greengrass be clanging at his arms,â you had spotted his platinum head a second after you closed the door of your dorm behind your back. And your eyes never lost sight of him. âJust- look at him. There, laughing and dancing with them, instead of asking me why I didnât come watching the game this afternoon!â you noticed you had raised your voice, in fact there were now several people looking towards your direction wanting to understand what was going on. You glare at them and they suddenly went back minding their own business.
âIf this can comfort you, he seemed to be looking for someone when he wen-â your friends raised her gaze behind your back and widened her eyes, then she muttered a series of insults under her breath and quickly got up from the couch.
You couldnât understand what was happening, yet when a specific scent was inhaled by your nostrils, everything suddenly was clearer to you. You turned your head towards the fire crackling and tear your eyes away from him.
âWhy werenât you watching the game this afternoon?â his tone was accusatory, also his gestures suggested you that he wanted an answer from you. What he didnât know was that you were much more willing than before to make him feel bad about what he had been doing in public. âWhat was more important than watching me beating fucking Potter?â Draco had a fast a look over his shoulders and made sure noneâs eyes were on the two of you, âTell me,â he harshly grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him, âWas there anything more important?â
âI think my-â your talking was cut short by his hand gripping your wrist and making you stan up, he dragged you behind him towards the crowd in the common room, up the stairs and in the corridor heading to his prefect room. All the lights were down inside it before you stepped into it; the green and black room lightened up once Draco had closed the door behind you.
The boy heard that you were about to talk again, so his hand soon found your throat and he measured his strength while pushing your back towards the wall, âLet me get this clear: you donât think,â he pushed you up against the cold wood of the door, âwhen I ask you a question, your answer is yes,â a shiver went down your spine when his lips left a trail of kisses along your neck, going up your jawline and finally your cheekbone, âyouâre so naĂŻve. You think you can get away from me, but it doesnât work like that,â he pressed his lips against your forehead. His name leaving your lips was much more than a sweet melody to his own ears.
You placed your hands to his chest, trying to put some distance between the two of you, but you simply couldnât because he was much stronger than you, âDraco, please,â you closed your eyes and released a long breath.
Draco was a lot of things and he certainly took every chance to take advantage of you, yet in that moment he saw inconvenience in your eyes, âHey, are you feeling okay?â he stroked your cheek using his thumb and stared straight into your eyes, âWhatâs going on in the creative mind of yours?â he smiled, and it grew wider when he noticed you doing the same.
âI fancy you, Draco, and this thing going on between us feelsâŠright,â you kept going when you understood he wasnât about to say anything to contrast your thinking, âBut sometimes I wonder what this is bring us. Letâs be realistic for once: weâre graduating in less than two months and then what will it be about us? Are we just going to take different paths and donât look at each other again?â you felt your eyes burn and a lump forming in your throat. You had pictured telling him those words an awful number of times in your head; right there and right in that moment, you felt like you were holding to something that had never existed.
Were you the only one feeling butterflies in your stomach every time he touched you, he looked at you, or even glanced in your direction? Were you the only one thinking it was something more than just sex?
Draco sighed and brought your hands in his, âWhen I say I wonât let you, I mean it. This,â he moved his index finger between the two of you, âisnât something abstract,â he placed your hands on his chest so that you could feel his heart beating, âI cannot play games on you, even if I want to. You mean a lot to me, maybe I donât prove everyday my love for you, but you are really my top priority,â Draco lowered his gaze to your hands interwind together, âI love you, Y/N.â
You gasped in search for air as you took in those three words coming from his mouth. All the noises from the party were muffled since Dracoâs bedroom was far away from the common room, all that you could hear were your heavy breath and the sound of wet kisses Draco was leaving on your neck. You moved your hand behind his shoulder and pushed him up, letting him stare into your eyes, âI love you too, Draco.â
His lips curved up into a bright smile and pressed his body against yours, âSay it again, pleaseâ, he took a deep breath, inhaling your sweet and warm scent, which for Draco stood for home.
âI love you,â you pressed a kiss on his forehead, âI love you,â you went down and left another kiss on his already scrunched nose, you chuckled and proceeded pressing one last kiss on his lips, âMore than anything else.â
Draco forced his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, you did the same, âYouâre my home, Y/N.â
at breakfast, in the Great Hall, he would give you little pecks on your cheeks every now and then, maybe he would also wrap your should with his arm and pulling you closer to him
so close that you have your leg resting on his thigh as you talked with Pansy and Daphne on your right
he would spend breakfast making plans for the day with Blaise, or just staring at you as you were focused on repeating for an up-coming test
since youâre both Slytherins, you would walk hand-in-hand to your classes
and when he feels extremely sweet, Draco would bring your books for you
between a class and another you would lean against a cold, stone-made wall and kiss until youâre out of breath, your lips reddish and swollen
Professors McGonagall and Snape definitely wouldnât like that, so you tried to be as careful a you could before their lessonsÂ
you would wait lunch being served in the Slytherinâs common room, together with your group of friends, chatting about the morning lessonsÂ
the topics would change, and also the attitude of your friends towards some other people, what would never change was you, sitting on Dracoâs lap, his hands brushing against your thighs, under your skirt, while yours would just lay on his arm
you didnât pay attention to any of their talks, you just enjoyed being touched by your boyfriend and, even though you were in a room crowded of people, you laid there, shivering whenever his fingers went up too far
âremember where we areâ you would scold him careful not to let everyone else hearing you
âI wouldnât mind showing them how much of a good girl you areâ
your little interaction stopped there, as you were told to make it to the Great Hall for lunch
it would be very similar to breakfast; your leg resting on his, though this time you would just pay attention to each other -your friends not even trying to engage a talk with you
during the early hours of the afternoon you would just sit under a tree far away from the castle, enjoying the silence the nature had to offer you
Draco would have his arm around your shoulders, canceling any distance between you two
your head would be resting in the crock of his neck and your hands would be waved together, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hands, and you doing the same
âwhat about studying in my room today?â
both of you knew how little homework you would do when alone in a room, so you would try a compromiseÂ
âletâs study in the library until five and then we go to your room?â
Draco would just put on a pout and give you the puppyâ eyes, though after a while you had learned to say ânoâ to them. and that was what you would do
as you had already imagined, the hours spent in Dracoâs room hadnât led you to study, instead youâd spent hours snogging and rubbing against each other
only ten minutes after closing the door behind your backs, your clothes  would already be scattered around the room and youâd be straddling him
âI really like this subjectâ Dracoâd have his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and closer to him, while his mouth would leave wet, hot kisses on your shoulder going up to your chin âIâm astonished by your beauty, my loveâ
Draco had always beee great with words, amazing you each time heâd make you a compliment. particularly, heâd love to address flatteries to your body when he had the chance
it would make you blush and hide your face in the crock of his neck, âyou donât need to do that every timeâ
âIâll stop when you will stop blushingâ from that moment on your kisses would change into desperate and passionate, burning every inch of your skin, his hands cupping your face, or gather your hair in a ponytail with his fingers
youâd shivered underneath his touch as if it was the first time, and it only increased when Dracoâs fingers reached the latch of your bra and, with a swift move, removed itÂ
both his hands would grabbed your tits, his skilled fingers playing with your pinkish nipples, before placing his lips on themÂ
âD-dracoâ youâd moaned as you felt his tongue caressing them, gently at first and as time passed, heâd suck more harshly, making you moan
the increase would make you a âwet messâ -as Draco loved calling youÂ
as you frantically grinned against his hips, you felt him growing harder beneath you -it could get inside you without much of effort
âwhatâs wrong, my love?â he mocked you, a smirk plastered on his face âdo you want anything?â
you moaned and tried to rub your thighs, smoothing the not ignorable aching coreÂ
âtalk to me, babyâ his grasp on your chin would be rough, forcing your eyes in his âwhat something?â
âyou...all of youâ you captured his lips in yours and let your hands wander on his bare torso, âplease, DracoâÂ
âI still donât get what you want, honeyâ while saying it, he would hit your throbbing cunt
âplease, Draco, fuck meâ youâd squint your eyes as the ache became unbearable âfuck me with your fingers, your mouth, your cockâ
Draco would give a quick look at the clock on his bedside tableâwell, we donât have enough time, so...youâd better be ready for thisâ
you put a spell on the door and put away your wand once and far all, finally focusing only on the two of you
meanwhile Draco had lowered his boxers, his cock was already reddish and the tip was leaking with the pre-cum, âall this only for me?â you teased him as you gave him a few strokes, before alining it at your entrance
you slide it easily in, taking it all the way in until its tip hit your deepest spot, âyouâre so bigâ
you knew that kind of statement would increase his ego, but you also liked seeing his satisfied smirk on his face every time you would say that
âand youâre fucking tightâ
your words game would go on for a while, though itâd be cut off by you bouncing on his cock and him staring at you, arms crossed behind his head, as you struggled to keep it together
heâd take control only when he noticed your legs trembling and your arms no longer holding your weight. without flipping you over, heâd pound into you at an ungodly speed, faster and faster
âyouâre not capable of taking controlâ heâd hold your head near to his hearts -which you heard beating inside his chest- while heâd make you reach your high, âyou keep trying, but you fail everyâ thrust âsingleâ thrust âtimeâ
a flow of hot cum would be released into you as you reach your climax at the same time
âI love youâ âI love you, tooâ
after dinner youâd part your ways, until the next morning
...if you were not public (most likely belonging to a different house):Â
Draco would definitely tease you in public from afar, but when behind ht e door of a safe room heâd be the best of the boyfriends -showing you a never-seen side of him
youâd wake up at the sound of your clock going on, together with all your dorm mates
youâd enter the Great Hall next to your friends, talking with them as you sat down at your houseâs table
maybe at first youâd actually be interested in their conversation, but then a owl delivered you a letterÂ
a deep black envelope with the silver seal reminding a serpent which you carefully unfolded and found inside it a black card which said:Â âmeet me at the Girlâs Lavatory out of serviceâ
youâd excuse yourself from your your friends and quickly walked out of the Hall, climbing up the stairs and opening the door of the bathroom once you had reached it
Draco Malfoy would already be there, waiting for you resting against the wall
âare we late, arenât we?â with only three steps heâd be a few inches in front of you
âIâve got short legs, it isnât my faultâ youâd try to catch his lips between yours but you failed as he threw his head back âdonât you want your good morning kiss? well, I can go and give him to someone elseâ
no matter how old that sentence would be, it would always make him jealousÂ
in fact, also that time, heâd grab your wrist and pull you back against him
âstupid girlâ Dracoâd lean in for a gentle kiss, your lips soft and tasting against his âmy stupid girlâ
youâd melt in his thigh embrace and leave at him the job to lead the kiss
it soon turned into a make out session, which kept its sweet way
âsee you again here after your last morning classâ
youâd leave the bathroom at the distance of 10 minutes from one another and youâd meet up with your friends soon after -avoiding their questions about your strange behaviour
the thought of seeing him again would keep you from focusing on your classes, though youâd always manage to be among the top 5 students of each class
as you were about to turn around the corner and enter the bathroom on the first floor, youâd see someone else sneaking in
youâd put on a pout and metal hex whoever dared to stole your place of secret meeting with Draco
âis something wrong, Y/N?â by the time you had searched for another solution, your friend would have reached you and started worrying seeing you staring at the wall
Dracoâd observe the scene from behind another wall, not wanting to keep his eyes off of you as you came up with an excuse to your friend
during the lunch all you did you exchanging looks with your boyfriendÂ
at first they were innocent, like hidden smiles and quick glances over the table where the other was seated, but then you played too much you the fork in your mouth -you didnât do it on purpose- and once your eyes went back on him you found him staring at you
on the other end, Draco was dying to meet you, though he was slowly realising you wouldnât have met him until later that afternoon -being you busy studying with your friends
for the first time since you started seeing each other, Draco decided to sit down with Blaise, Pansy and Daphne in the library, not far away from you -though you were turning your back at him
âtry not to fuck her here, okay?â Blaiseâs words would block any Dracoâs attempt to imagine what would it be like to bend you over the table where you were
Blaise would be the only one to know and no, Draco had never told him anything
ânext time remember people can hear her screams from the common roomâ was how your boyfriend found out his friends knewÂ
the afternoon passed slowly and painfully, according to Draco Malfoy
when he sat down at the Slytherinâs table, his mind was filled with imagines of you -acting in the most provocative way
he swallowed the entire banquet, if only he would have been able to do that, just to end it and bring you to his room
âmate, she has just leftâÂ
Draco would run out of the Great Hall and discreetly walk closely behind you
youâd smiled at yourself as you perceived his presence behind you and you took the next turn as a chance to grab him by his wrist
âI canât wait any longerâ you made him lean into you and you placed your lips on his
the kiss didnât keep soft, instead you soon found yourself being pinned up against the wallÂ
his fingers traced your inner thigh, make you more wet and he went up and downÂ
 you moaned into the kiss, which allowed him a better entrance in your mouth
âw-we canât h-hereâ
âthe things I canât do are very littleâ he turned you around, your face meeting the cold stone of the wall as he pushed up your clock and your skirt, your soaked panties vanished inside his robe, âfucking you against this wall isnât among themâ
you heard him unbuckling his belt and then his trousers
the cold air hit your cunt and you inhaled deeply
Draco wouldnât give you any kind of warning before filling you up with his cock
âyouâre always so ready to take me inâ
âmy warm and wet cuntâ
heâd pinch your clit, making it harder for you to hold back your moans, âkeep quietâ heâd scold you putting his hand over your mouth
his thrusts would become sloppier and faster as both your climax approached
heâd grabbed you by your throat and made you arch your back up to the point where your head was resting on his shoulder
heâd give you a kiss, only as an excuse to spit into your mouth and watch you as your high washed you
âthatâs right, take it like the desperate cum slut you areâ
heâd cum into you without any warning -again- and keep himself inside you for a couple of minutes -making himself sure his cum wouldnât go wasted on the floor
heâd watch as you tried to recompose yourself -as if you hadnât been fucked right in the middle of the hallway
âfuck, itâs stickyâ you looked down between your legs and notice a drop of cum went down your inner thigh
you tried to wipe it away but your hand was blocked by Dracoâs âleave it thereâ
âdonât you think Iâm done with youâ heâd smack your ass âwalkâ
your next stop would be the Astronomy Tower, where heâd fuck you other three times, before finally letting you head back to your dorm
So Iâve been thinking about this for a little while now and although itâs not set in stone, Iâm thinking about deactivating this blog.
Honestly Iâve felt like my heart isnât in it as much anymore, I love writing and I LOVE draco lmao but like my real life is currently lowkey in shambles. My notes are way down, and I guess my motivation is kinda not there as much either.
I'm so sad that this is a possibility! I love your writing and you seem awesome. I hope that whether you delete your blog or not that you can find happiness and still writing! I support you 100%
Iâm so sorry hearing this. I really like your writing and love the way you portray your characters. Despite that, I know what youâre talking about and I can tell you that neither I feel my heart in writing 24/7. Itâs okay to be down, feeling upset, and always remember that the real life isnât here -on a blog-, youâre life is out there, waiting for you.Â
If you ever want to talk about it, weâre here listening to you. <3
Summary: you and Draco are in your fifth year and you are both appointed prefects of your own houses. One night you have to inspect the halls together and your rivalry soon shows up.
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Reader (y/n)
Warning(s): maybe some cursing
Authorâs Note: Iâll probably write the second part, tell me what you think about it
You had been appointed prefect at the beginning of the year.
It was fresh in your mind the memory of that day of July when your letter from Hogwarts had been delivered to you and you discovered Principal Dumbledore had wanted you as prefect of your house. You cried and your parents, who had never attended Hogwarts, were just as happy as you were. On the train you sat together with the prefects of all the houses -well, the Slytherins were missing-, before meeting your friends in your usual carriage. You were having a great time; the year couldnât have had started better.
Then you became aware that your fierce rival was prefect too.
Draco Malfoy walked with such an arrogance and disdain for all the students around him that you found it very difficult not to punch him in the face when you accidentally met him once got down from the train, âI didnât know Mud-Bloods could become Prefects. This is so patheticâ, he scoffed at you while staring intensely at the pin on your black cloak, âMy father will want me to leave the school after hearing thisâ.
âMaybe this is our lucky dayâ, you murmured -not so lowly- to your friends while the four of you turned your backs at Draco and his arse-kissers and started made your way to the carriages -which will have brought you up to the castle.
The night of your first shift patrolling the hallways of the seventh floor you found out that you were supposed to share your job with none other than Draco Malfoy himself.
That year it seemed like he had made his only purpose to insult you and his insults were becoming crueller as the days passed. You had never answered him, neither did you wanted to play his game and maybe risking of getting caught by one of your Professors arguing with Mr âMy-Father-Will-Hear-About-Thisâ.
Then one day he dared insulting your parents and at that moment you lost it.
You were walking down the hallways, almost running as you didnât want to be late for Transfiguration with McGonagall. You saw the door of her classroom still open -sign that probably the lesson hadnât started yet- so you hurried, but about six feet before the doorstep of the room three people blocked right in front of you.
You didnât have to raise your gaze as you recognised the boy in the middle by his expensive, made-in-Italy, black shoes. You huffed and looked dead straight in his eyes, without caring of the other two at his sides.
âLook whoâs hereâ Draco Malfoy smirked, giving you an amused look as he took out a jotter from the pocket of his cloak, âDearest Y/N Y/L/N is late for her lesson. As a prefect I should you to the director of m-â
âMalfoy, have you forgotten Iâm a prefect too?â you pinched your nose and took a deep breath, âThis isnât in your power so, if you move, I wonât be actually late for my Transfiguration lessonâ.
Crabble and Goyle oohed and turned to look at him. Meanwhile the Slytherin Prince was staring at you at loss of words; in fact, that was the first time you ever spoke up to him. In the previous years you could barely hold his stares, let alone reply to his mean jokes. And you didnât think you would have been able to do it, until it happened.
There you were, in front of Draco Malfoy -probably the person you hated the most-, raised chid, your back straight, and eyes fixed on his own.
âTell me one thingâ, he started with an inscrutable expression on his face, âdo your parents recognise you when you go vising them at St. Mungo?â he stopped exchanging a smirk with his friends, who still hadnât dropped their shocked faces, and then added: âWaitâŠdo go visiting them, right?â
All of a sudden McGonagallâs lesson didnât matter anymore, what you wanted to do was to remove that smirk from Dracoâs face. It all happened within a couple of seconds; you quickly approached him, and your knuckles collided with his perfect nose.
You tried to avoid him the best you could or the following days, but on Saturday night the news of guarding the hallways with him got to your ear and you hated the idea of spending with him an entire hour.
However, that night, you got out of your dorm and crossed the silent Gryffindor common room, only to find yourself at eight oâclock before the Fat Lady painting. The lights were a bit softer than that afternoon, but it was still clearly visible in the hallways. Your turn would have begun in less than five minutes and you were supposed to meet up with Draco at the edge of the stairs.
When you reached the stairs, the platinum-headed boy was already there, back-resting against the cold marble.
âWerenât you eager to see me tonight, Malfoyâ, you pointed out succeeding in remaining serious. You didnât glace towards him either; he didnât reply to you immediately, but you were sure he would have made a joke about your looking later that night.
You kept walking before him, never turning to give him a look or to make sure he was still following your steps. In turn, you carefully inspected every room, assuring there was nobody inside them, and so nobody outside their dorms. Once you were done on the seventh floor, you both agreed on going downstairs and helping the two prefects from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.
âWe were supposed to inspect the dungeons, too. Can you inspect them?â the Hufflepuff boy kindly asked us, looking dead straight at your direction, without even acknowledging Malfoyâs presence next to you.
You nodded and without any further questions you left them and walked towards the stairs.
âCowardsâ, it was nothing more than a whisper, but it came straight to you ears -since there wasnât anyone else in the hallways. Draco saw you turning your head around and focused your attention on him, âWhat? Thatâs what they areâ.
âTheyâre not better than you, Malfoyâ, you said in a cynical tone, keeping your eyes on the end of the staircase. Once you took the last step, you suddenly came to a stop when you realised you didnât know which way to go.
Draco watched as you turned your head towards him and with your eyes you asked him to take the lead, âNot much of a know-it-all are you now?â his typical smirk quickly found its way on his face, while he guided you towards the dungeons.
The situation seemed to be inverted by the time you were patrolling the hallways in the dungeons. You remained silent as you switched your head right and left, having a quick look here and there as you kept peace with Draco.
âYou see, Slytherins do respect the rules, especially when we know with who we are dealing withâ, the platinum-headed boy observed, not looking towards your direction as he spoke, âYou, Gryffindor, instead, donât know when to stopâ, he said in a scornful tone.
âThatâs why youâve got sorted into Slytherin in the first placeâ, you whispered more to yourself than to anyone else, but, as it happened more than half an hour before, your partner heard you -since you were the only two in the hallways.
âAnd what is that supposed to mean?â Draco halted his walking and turned his attention to you, still behind his back, âDâyou think youâre better than me and why? Because youâre a fucking Gryffindor?â his tone had increasingly lowered in the last few minutes, up to the point that he was no longer whispering but he was full shouting at your direction.
Everybody at Hogwarts knew how moody Draco Malfoy could be sometimes. No news.
âYouâre wrong Malfoy. I donât think Iâm better than you. I know I am better than you, even if I would have been sorted into Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff, maybe also Slytherin.â
âOh, really?â he was now approaching you, step by step, his eyebrows furrowed, and his lips curled in an arrogant smirk, âSo, you know you are better than meâ, he forced you to take a few steps back as he wasnât showing signs of giving up on the topic, âHow can you state that? When you got to know me so well?â
âDraco Malfoy. The Slytherin Prince, whoâs also daddyâs boy. âMy father will hear about this!â Isnât this your phrase?â Â you perfectly replied his voice, mocking him. You laughed slightly as he kept you pushing in the hallways.
You were turning your back at the door of the Potions class, so you couldnât imagine where Draco was knowingly taking you. You hit your thigh against a cold and hard object, which you recognise being a chair only after acknowledging your surroundings.
In a swift motion, Draco had you locked inside the classroom, âNow, we have all the time to talk about me...and youâ, he put his wand back in the pocket of his trousers and sat down with legs astride on the nearest chair he had found.
There were a few seconds of silence between the two of you âduring which you took a sea right in front of him, your right leg crossed over your left.
âWhat do you want me to ask you, Malfoy?â
âI am sure there are a lot of fantastic things that can come out of that pretty mouth of yours.â
You parted your lips, left without words after what he had said, because certainly he wasnât referring to words. You could never think of finding yourself in such a situation with Draco Malfoy âone of the people you despised the most within the walls of Hogwarts.
âBe careful, Y/L/N, if you keep your mouth open, I will close it. One way or anotherâ, he rested his chin on his crossed arms over the seatback. His grey eyes were fixed on you and followed each movement of yours, never really letting his guard down.
âOh yeah, and how would you do that?â you perfectly knew where your question would have led you, but at that moment there was something inside your brain telling you to ask him that damn question.
âI have several ideas, though I canât put into practise the half of thoseâ, Draco said running a hand through his hair, and, after that gesture âwhich you found extremely seductive-, some platinum locks fell onto his forehead. By the time he went back staring at you, his signature smirk was again on his face.
âDear Dracoâ, for the first time since youâd even known him, you called him by his name and, although the boy wasnât showing it, he was amazed by the way you pronounced it, âYou arenât brave enough to put them into practiseâ, you challenged him. You took advantage of him being confused and quickly got up from your chair, âNow, excuse me, but I think I will head back to my dor-â you were giving him your back while you talked, so you couldnât foresee him getting up and reaching out for your wrist.
Draco had you pinned against the door of the classroom within only one motion. Your back sticked completely at the hard, wooden-made door, and your breathing froze almost immediately. Each time you breathed, you inhaled Dracoâs expensive cologne and his green-apple scent, right in your nostrils.
âInsult me one more timeâŠâ Draco left the sentence unfinished and his piercing grey eyes moved from your own eyes to your lips, meanwhile you kept your eyes on his face, ââŠand I will no longer respond of my own actionsâ.
You tried to keep it together, but his expression and his voice tone made it impossible for you to remain serious, so you broke into laughs and closed your eyes in the meantime, âS-sorryâ, you tried to say in-between the giggles, âB-but I canât take you seriouslyâ, and you chuckled. Again.
Draco lowered his gaze on his shoes and let himself go to a snigger, which shook his entire body, âYou really like troubles, donât you, Y/N?â
âAnd you think you are trouble, donât you?â you mocked him holding his gaze, as you ignored -not so well- the shivers which went down your spine as he pronounced your name, âIâm sorry I have to be the one to tell this to you, but youâre far away from being an outlaw, Draco Malfoyâ, you didnât have to add anything else, because you made it clear earlier why you didnât think he was the first of the âcriminalsâ.
There was a moment of silence, during which Draco considered on freeing you from his pressing grasp, yet there was a part of him that had wanted you pinned against a wall, at his mercy, for so long and it make it harder for him to just let you go.
Your pink lips -still parted- seemed so tempting and your hot breath crushing against his neck decided for him, and against the part of him which suggested him to behave as a man and release you. He stepped closer, now no more inches separating the two of you, and laid his fee hand on your waist.
Your breath stuck in your throat as you watched him fill up the remaining space between the two of you. His lips crushed against yours and his strong scent flooded your nostrils almost at the same time his hands went grabbing your thighs. You could no longer feel the floor under your feet, and only then you realised Draco had picked you up and he was now walking towards the other end of the classroom.
His kiss was harsher than when youâd started, it was rough and wet, and you spotted a hint of hunger in it. It wasnât like anything you had experienced before. Draco Malfoy wasnât like anyone you had met before.
You moaned into the kiss when he took you bottom lip between his teeth and dunked them into your flesh, even if without make you feel actual pain. Your fingers quickly found their way to the hair at the back of his neck and pulled them a little. Your lips separated only for seconds, just enough time to look into each otherâs eyes and you heard him saying: âNow, Iâm not that much of a trouble, am I?â
You huffed in response and rolled your eyes, before going back staring at him, âIâve never said I donât like troubles, have I?â you tilted your head to the left and smirked, âYou arenât that smart, Malfoyâ.
âQuite the contrary, actuallyâ, Draco moved his hands lower on your legs with a gentle touch which had you shiver and rested them on both your knees, before wrapping them under his fingers and pushing them around his waist. Now you were completely adhering to him; your most inner parts close to his -the closest they had ever been. âI perfectly acknowledge the way I make you feelâ, he placed his lips on the base of your neck, after having unbuttoned the highest part of your blouse, âThe things you feel, and where you feel themâ, he whispered to your ear, his hot breath again against your cheeks made you let out a moan. He put a little distance between the two of you and smirked, âLook at your body, craving for me to play with it, hoping for me to pay even the slightest attention to itâ, Dracoâs ring brushed against your skin and he enjoyed you squirming your eyes as the cold hit you, âYou cannot hide it from me, darling. You want me as much as I do want youâ.
You opened your eyes wide as the words left his mouth, your body became tense, and all you did was just stand there in silence looking straight in front of you.
You couldnât deny the fact he had stated the truth: you wanted him. Since you came back at Hogwarts in September, you found it hard not to focus on his platinum head, rather than his grey, piercing eyes, or his
pinkish, juicy-looking lips as they curled up in a grin or folded in a smirk. Therefore, it was impossible for you to tear your eyes away from the young Malfoy. And he harassed you not only during the day, but mostly at night when you dreamt of him doing things -a lot of beautiful, yet sinful things- to you. Though him being Slytherin and you being Gryffindor, undeniably there was something very attractive of him that made your stomach writhe whenever his eyes laid on you or, like in that moment, his hands were on your body.
What you could have never imagined was Draco reciprocate your feelings.
Could those be considered feelings as well?
âW-what?â you mumbled while his lips kept working on that particular spot on your shoulders, which happened to be your soft spot. You grabbed him by his arms and put a sizeable distance between you and him, âDraco, what did you just said?â
The platinum-haired boy tilted his head to the side, mocking your action of no longer than minutes ago, and said: âYou heard it right, loveâ, he grinned at you biting you bottom lip when he used that nickname for you, âI want you so badlyâ, he came back whispering next to your ear, âAnd I know you want me as well. Do you think Iâve never noticed your eyes on me, or how your cheek would become red every time I give you a quick look?â he left a trail of kisses on your jawline up to the collar of your skirt. He stared at your red-and-gold tie and wrapped it around his fingers, âI can stopâ, he seemed to let it go as soon as he had taken it between his hands, but then he continued: âOr I can go on. For hours. ButâŠonly if you wantâ, his hands went for grabbing the furthest end of the desk you were currently sitting on, and he violently bumped your legs with his pelvis.
You werenât wearing any tights to keep you warm, so you could feel his growing boner rubbing against your inner tight, and you moaned at that gesture, throwing your head backwards.
âDid the cat got your tongue, honey?â he moved one of his hands to your face and rubbed his thumb over your lower lip, kissing it shortly after, âTell me; what do you want?â
âYou, Draco. I want youâ, you said out of breath and whimpering under his touch, craving for him to give you more of it. Draco was right: you wanted him very badly.
âAnd how do you want me?â he knew better than anyone else which buttons to press in order to tear answers away from you.
You swallowed with difficulty and stared into his grey eyes: âI want all of you, Draco. Please, fuck meâ.
Summary: You finally find Draco during the Battle of Hogwarts and you whatever you can to keep him by your side while fighting.
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Reader (y/n), Lord Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Death EatersÂ
Warning(s): mention of death (?)
An hour. Â
Harry Potter had only on hour to show himself up in the Forbidden Forest, or else Voldemort would have started again the attack at the school. Â
All the students rushed inside the castle and Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick managed to close the enormous, wooden-made gate as they saw nobody was still outside. The four tables in the Great Hall disappeared and wounded and those who had lost their lives during the battle could finally rest. Â
You had only superficial wounds which were healed by Madame Pomfrey in less than a minute. Once she was done with you, you got out of the Great Hall and began wandering in the corridors of the castle. During the fight you had heard some rumours about the Slytherins being no more moving towards the Hogâs Head Inn through underground passages. And you also heard something that was completely strange to you: was Draco Malfoy at Hogwarts to save his friends?
You heard nobody as the repeatedly shouted at you not to go looking for him and, instead, prepare for the battle that was to come. But your will to talk with Draco was more than anybody else could ever understand. Â
Although you were a Ravenclaw and he was a Slytherin, you two had slightly become friends during your fifth year and, during the sixth year, you had been his confident and somehow you had tried to drag him towards another direction, and maybe he wouldnât have been forced by his parents to join Voldemort and his disciples. Â
No one had ever saw the fear in his eyes. No one had ever assisted him while he was trying to find a way to come out from that situation without killing anybody. No one had ever given him the affection and the love he needed. No one had ever tried to understand him and his choices. Nevertheless, Dracoâs life was all about hit or being hit, hard. Â
And he never had the chance to choose. His parents had made that choice for him the moment he was born, not giving him what he deserved. Â
At that moment you were more determined than ever to find him and, possibly, to make him switch side -fighting next to you. Â
âThe Room of Requirement burst into flames!â one of the Gryffindors came shouting in the Great Hall, he was followed by other two members of the same house and one of them definitely had been close to the fire. Â
Professor McGonagall walked past behind you and stopped in front of them, she began asking a lot of questions about what they told they had witnessed. They were too far away from you to understand what they were saying but judging by how worried they seemed and by the gestures they were making, you got that it was more than a few things burned. Â
You were about to get up and approach them, but all of a sudden, the entire hall silenced, and they only audible noises came from outside. You saw the Weasleyâs family running towards the entrance and a moment after the entire school followed their steps. Â
The moment you stepped outside the portal, you assisted to a terrible scene. Voldemort and all his devotees were walking down the Viaduct, which serve as a connection between the ground and the main entrance of the school. In the middle of them there was Hagrid, and he was carrying a lifeless body in his arms. Â
âHarry Potter is dead!â his evil, despicable laugh followed the statement, as if it everything was a joke for him. Â
Your hands soon reached your mouth and you had to lean yourself against the cold, stone-made wall to keep standing. Everything around you were silent; no one among the students dared to say a single word. Â
Ginnyâs lacerating scream was the last, painful blow. You collapsed on the floor and tears started spilling out from your eyes and you had to hold back the sobs shaking your entire body. You found your friend Luna next to you, holding out her hand towards you; you gladly took it and got on your feet as images of what was happening in front of you flashed before your eyes. Â
Harry Potter was dead. Â
The Chosen One. The one in which all the hopes of the Wizarding World were places had died at the hands of Voldemort. Â
You hold to Luna, who was destroyed by the events just like you, and together you followed what happened next âthough you couldnât really concentrate. You listened as Lord Voldemort asked the students to join him in taking over the Wizarding World.
In the absolute silence you heard someone calling âDracoâ and suddenly all your attention was focused on identifying the owner of that voice, and then you understood.
Right behind Lord Voldemort there were two people you had the displeasure of meeting before: Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. And it was exactly Malfoy Sr who was calling his sonâs name.
He was looking into your direction.
You had a quick look around yourself and finally recognised a platinum head a few feet away from you. You left Lunaâs hand and struggling you made your way towards the boy.
âDraco, comeâ, his motherâs voice wasnât like you expected at all. She had quite a sweet tone and, if that hadnât been such a bad situation, you would have thought about her tell goodnight stories to her only son.
Unfortunately, it seemed it had never happened.
You couldnât see him in the face, but it didnât seem like the boy was willing to move from his spot. You hurried up and stopped one step behind him.
No one said anything.
Draco looked around himself. Once again, he felt alone, although he was surrounded by his schoolmates. He was drastically brought back to reality when his grey, watery eyes met his fatherâs, who was impatient to have his son next to him among the lines of Death Eaters. He lowered his head and started walking towards him when he felt a warm, soft hand grabbing his wrist. He didnât need to turn his head behind to know it was you the one holding him in place.
âDracoâ, his father called again, but you were more determined than him to keep where he was.
âYouâre better than him, Draco. Youâre not your fatherâ, you repeated him the same words you said to him the year before, when he confided to you that Voldemort had marked him.
All eyes were on the two of you. You spotted Professor McGonagall staring at your fingers wrapped around his wrist and kept doing It until someone talked.
âDracoâ, it was the same despicable voice which had talked before, âCome here, boyâ.
You tightened your grip around Dracoâs wrist, preventing him from making a single move ahead, âDonâtâ. If you had been given the chance to know the real Draco, you knew better than anyone else that he just needed someone to trust him, to love him, to care about him. He needed what his parents hadnât been able to give him for seventeen years.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â he whispered next to your ear as you placed yourself at his same height, âHe will kill you. Let me goâ.
âNoâ, you replied and took out your wand. You didnât realise what your simple movement started: students, and professors as well, brought their wands out and held them proudly above their heads.
âY/N, donât-â his words were cut short by a shining object dropping from the sky which landed in Nevilleâs hands.
As he lifted his hands, you saw the Sward of Gryffindor being held by Longbottom and after something incredible happened: Voldemortâs snake was ordered to attack the students and Neville, with all his courage, stepped forward and made a snapping movement and cut off its head. On the other end of the square the pale man moved as if he had been hit by something, or someone.
There was a moment of complete silence; no one knew exactly what was going to happen, but everybody was ready to fight Lord Voldemort and his disciples.
You kept your place next to Draco, who was no more willing to cross the yard and had took out his wand too. But you noticed he wasnât holding it as if he was ready to fight, if anything it seemed like he held it in the most wrong way. Draco happened to be a brilliant student and you knew he couldnât be making a huge mistake like that in the middle of a War; you comprehended he was up to something.
In fact, when in the general confusion, you hadnât noticed a not dead and disarmed Harry running towards his friends, though you were closer than them. As soon as he gave a quick look at you still holding Dracoâs wrist, the boy next to you shouted: âPotter!â and threw at him his wand.
Meanwhile Lord Voldemort hexed more than one Harry -failing every single time-, the remaining Death Eaters came fighting you and all your schoolmates. A hex was soon thrown at you and you shielded yourself and Draco with a simple âProtego Horribilisâ, whispered to yourself.
âYouâll have to try harder to stop me, little mud-bloodâ, the man of who you couldnât see the face said in a scornful tone.
You were about to reply him when your wand was taken from your hand and Draco appeared in front of you; he did a movement to cast a spell you had never seen before and hit powerfully the Death Eater who was ready to kill you both, âYouâll have to teach me that oneâ.
âYeah, maybe when we arenât being hexed from all directionsâ, the silver-headed boy made his eyes wander around you and stopped when he saw the perfect place where you could hide, âDonât worry, weâll keep fighting with the othersâ he reassured you with the smirk typical of him.
You followed him in crouching down and opened your mouth to ask what he was doing, but then his lips crushed on yours and every thought of yours disappeared. You melted into the kiss since it was the first one you exchanged since almost a here, and you happily certified they were still soft and green apple tasting as the last time you savoured them.
Both your hands quickly found their way to his neck and gently wrapped around it, whereas one of his grabbed -not so gently- the back of your neck and the other one gripped firmly your waist. Neither of you made a move, you just sat down there, finally greeting after being far away for too much time. When you slightly opened your mouth and let his tongue met yours, a solo tear ran down your cheek, causing your kiss to taste salty for a brief moment.
Draco noticed the sudden change and pulled away from you, taking both his hands supporting your face, while he stroked his thumbs on your cheeks. âWhy are you crying, darling?â he knew that once you were given the chance, you would have released all the pressure built up in the past few months; that was why he put on his characteristic half grin and gave you the most playful look he could.
You looked into his eyes, still red from holding back streams of tears before, and read fear, terror, but that was a spark you were familiar with: it was happiness. At that moment you couldnât care less of the war going on around you, neither of your friends struggling to stay alive. You threw yourself towards him and held him tight against you as if you needed to be sure he wasnât going anywhere else. You felt his arms being brought again around your hips and embraced you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
A long, piercing scream pulled the two of you apart, you stood up just in time to see both Alecto Carrow falling down the bridge -his brother soon following her- and when before there were them, Cho stood in complete disbelief. She slowly turned and met your gaze, as you smiled and throw a punch in the air happy for her.
âThey need us inside, letâs goâ, Dracoâs fingers found their way to yours and he dragged you with him, towards the wooden-made portal of the school, âAre you ready?â he handed you back your wand and you gladly took it, getting in position before him.
âDonât you dare going anywhere else. Stand behind me.â
âAlways, my love.â
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Summary: After the Battle Harry has to put together all the pieces of his life, finally free from Voldemort. His priority is Ginny.
Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Mrs. Tonks
Warning(s): no one
Harry found himself climbing what remained of the stairs and heading straight to the Gryffindor Tower. The Fat Lady wasnât in her portrait; actually, there wasnât a single portrait attached at the wall anymore. He went through the hole in the wall and he entered the common room.
Fortunately, it was one of the three tallest towers of Hogwarts and, just like the other two, the damages werenât too many. It could have been rebuilt quickly and without a big effort -unlike the lowest floors of the castle. He gave a quick look around in the circular room and took some time to impress in his mind every inch of the room.
Harry almost immediately looked over the fireplace, which his godfather used more than once to communicate with him while the Ministry of Magic was looking for him. He sat down on the floor, in front of it, and cupped his own face. How much he needed Siriusâ face showing up all of a sudden in the fire, telling him that everything was going to be okay, telling him everything had ended, and he was then free to have less troubles in life -Harry would have even kept listening to his godfather complaining about Kreacher not doing his job and insulting him, instead.
Kreacher. Where was he now? What would have happened to him?
Then he turned around and saw a scene from the last year, a fresh memory that he could have never forgot: him entering the Common Room only to discover Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup, thanks to Ginny. He clearly remembered her hugging him and a moment after he was pressing his lips against hers, and, surprising for him, she returned the kiss. Harry had blurred memories of that night.
Him remembering his happiest moment in the Gryffindor Tower was brutally interrupted when he heard murmurings getting closer and closer to where he was standing. Seconds after the Common Room of the tower was full of students, exhausted, yet still excited at the ending of the Battle. Harry saw some of his friends looking around, proven at the sight of the tower almost demolished. Â
âHarry!â Neville called him from the other end of the room and when he turned around he saw his friend walking towards him, âThe Weasleyâs were looking for you in the Great Room, I didnât know you were her-â he stopped talking when Harry ran away.
In the corridor of the seventh floor and all the others the characters of the portraits were finally going back to where they belonged and also the ghosts were back flying, without scaring people around. Harry was greeted by all the students -Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and even some Slytherin who had fought side by side with him earlier that morning. He noticed how the entire school was to be rebuilt, from the basement to the highest towers -probably McGonagall was already thinking of the perfect spell to use. He was confident that they would have brought the castle to its old splendor, and he would have certainly helped.
When he arrived in front of the gaping doors of the Great Hall, he immediately saw the Weasleyâs still al gathered around Fredâs corpse. Next to him there were Lupin and Tonkâs corpses and kneeled next to them there was a lady with long, straight, light-brown hair. Andromeda Tonks. And he noticed she was failing with holding in her arms a pumpkin of joy. Edward Tonks, his godson.
The words he exchanged with Remus kept echoing in his head and he didnât know way he walked up to them and kneeled in front of the woman.
âMrs. Tonksâ, Harry protracted his arms towards the baby boy and restrained smile showed up when, finally, Teddy was between her arms. He wanted to say something to cheer her up, or, at least, to state how brave they had been to fight side by side -knowing they were risking their lives.
As Mrs. Tonks raised her head, she immediately recognized the guy who was standing in front of her. âHarryâ, she tried to put up a smile, but what she did seemed more like a crumple, âI-IâŠâ
He adjusted Teddy between his arms and said: âTake your time. Heâll stay with meâ. he quickly got up and approached the Weasleyâs, leaving Andromeda crying her daughter and son-in-law.
Ginny saw Harry, she slipped away his brotherâs hug and ran towards him, throwing her arms around his neck -always being careful not to hurt the child between their bodies. âTell me youâre not going to leave me ever againâ, she hid her face between his neck and shoulder.
âNever again.â
The process of rebuilding the castle took more time that Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick had previously estimated. Members of the Order of the Phenix stayed at Hogwarts to help too. By the end of the next day, it was like nothing had ever happened and all the students got back inside their housesâ common rooms, though most of them had to go back home.
McGonagall -now the Headmaster of Hogwarts- stayed all day in her office to write to the families of those who decided to take the train during the third week of June, assuring them that their children were now in a safe place.
Same thing decided Ron, Hermione and Harry. Although they had no exams to take, they remained there for the end of their seventh year at Hogwarts -at the same time the best and the worst they experienced. Hermione decided to properly end her education and so, according to the Headmaster, she would have gone back the next year; instead, Ron and Harry wanted to become Aurors and the Minister of Magic in person had interceded for them, allowing them to start the training as an Auror.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Andromeda Tonks and little Teddy, and all those who came to fight and protect the Wizarding World had now went back to their usual lives -obviously before the war burst out.
Harry, Hermione and Ron were in the rebuilt Gryffindor common room, sat in complete silence around a table next to a window. The couple was busy outlining their Grangerâs-family rescue trip to Australia with maps and compasses, debating if it was more safe travelling in the muggle world as wizards.
âHarry, what do you think about it?â the red-haired guy suddenly broke the invisible ball him and Hermione had closed themselves in asking for their best friendâs option, but they hadnât noticed the Boy-Who-Lived wasnât paying attention to them at all; he rather preferred staring at the trees outside the window. âMate? Is everything okay?â
Ron moved towards him, curious about the reason why he was mind absent and quickly he got his answer.
In the garden below them, a red-haired girl and a blonde one were sitting beneath a tree and, although from the Gryffindor Tower it was visible only their backs, it didnât take much to understand who they were and why Harry wasnât paying attention to the people in the room with him.
âManâ, Ron recalled his friend, who got out of the trace he was in before, and sat down next to him, âHave you talked to her?â
There was a moment of silence during which both Hermione and the red-haired guy stared at their best friend, waiting for an answer from him.
âWhat am I supposed to tell her, Ron? IâŠI acted like a fool trying to move her away from me, even though I should have known better than anyone else that she would have fought side by side with us during the battleâ, Harry got up and started walking up and down the common room, unconcerned of the worried gazes he was drawing. His friends stayed quiet as they knew he needed to pour out the stress he had accumulated in the last days, âI-IâŠshe could have died, and I would have never forgiven myself thatâ.
âThen go tell her!â this time was Hermione who spoke up, âTell her how you feel, how you felt during our mission. Tell Ginny you thought of her every day and you checked on her with the map every night. Do you think I havenât noticed it? Harry, go tell Ginny that you bloody love her!â
All around them there was only silence. Now everybody stopped what theyâd been doing and focused their attention on the trio in front of the window. Neville, Dean and Seamus smiled as Harry slowly turned his head towards them. Everybody was silently pushing him to go find Ginny and talk to her, though nobody took the liberty to say more than Hermione had just said.
She summarized well how Gryffindors had been feeling about Harry and Ginny.
Having no other choices, Harry crossed the room and got out of the common room, quickly went down the stairs and ran out of the building. He knew Ginny and Luna were on the opposite spot of the garden, so he had to make his best effort to reach them before they could leave their place under the tree.
Ginny seemed very interested about what Luna was saying. She was talking about her fatherâs latest discovery about the Crumple-Horned Snorkack and that wasnât a topic Luna could easily stop adding news. The red-haired girl was nodding at her friendâs direction, but her mind was totally in another place.
She just couldnât stop thinking about Harry and how they still hadnât found time to talk to each other, to tell each other how they were feeling. Ginny seemed always to show up in places he had left just instants before sheâd walked in. She definitely gave up when, the day before, Neville had told her Harry was in his dorm and once she had made her way up to the Tower, sheâd found Dean and Seamus sleeping and no sign of the boy she was looking for.
Thatâs why she hushed Luna by getting up when she saw Harry running towards them. The smile on her face was visible from miles away and, for the first time in her life maybe, she couldnât limit herself to see him walking towards her, but she ran to him.
Harry wrapped his arms around her tiny, soft body and put his nose among her hair. The Borrow-typical scent invaded both his nostrils. He closed his eyes and tightened the grip around his girlâs body, âGod, I missed you so muchâ.
âWeâve missed you, too, Harryâ, Luna said closing her number of The Quibble, âGuess you arrived just on time to beat Voldemortâ, she got up too and approached them, standing up right next to Harry and Ginny -still tight in a hug. Considering no one of them was actually pay attention to her, Luna wisely decided to leave them alone.
âLetâs have a walk, shall we?â Harry intertwined Ginnyâs fingers with his and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.
âSure.â
Hand in hand, they walked up to the farther tree in the Hogwartsâ Castle. The same three under which they exchanged their first kiss exactly one year before. They stopped walking and sat down; Harry had his back rested against the wood and Ginnyâs head was gently placed on his torso, right upon his heart.
He kept his eyes on her, trying to impress in his mind all the little details of the girlâs face, the way she moved her hands, the way she slowly breathed in and out. It was like he was living his best dream, in which he wasnât The-Boy-Who-Lived, he was just a wizard whose life hadnât been linked with his worst enemyâs. Â And if that was only the calm before the storm? Another time?
âFor Merlinâs sake, there were a lot of things I wanted to tell youâŠand nowâŠnow I forget them all!â he chunked and shook his head, giving a quick look down to Ginny, âHermione gave me a couple of good prompts from where to start, but again, I forgot them. Iâm so terrible with these thingsâ.
âIâll start, thenâ, Ginny sat up straight in front of Harry and spoke up: âThese months here without you had been worse than hell. I-I know maybe this isnât like you think I would act, but- okay, then, Iâll just say that: I love you, Harryâ, she smiled and, as she noticed he was too shocked to say anything else, she kept going: âI love you and I realized it when we broke up last year, andâŠand the time we spent apart this year, it just made my sentiments grew. You know what they say: absence makes the heart grow fonderâ.
She couldnât have said that in a better way.
âI-I have done a thingâŠa stupid thingâŠwhile I was awayâ, he wasnât good with words and he knew that, just like Ginny knew it, âI had the Marauderâs Map with me and, some nights, I just opened it and followed your dot around the school. I thought that maybe you would sense thatâŠand maybe understand I was thinking of youâ, Harryâs eyes were stuck on Ginny, following carefully each movement of hers, âI know thatâs stupid, but-â
âThatâs not stupid. Thatâs sweet, actuallyâ, she pointed out raising her hand to lay it on his arm, âHarry, I-â, but she were cut short by Harryâs lips against hers.
It was like their first kiss; surprisingly Harry had taken the initiative and Ginny was following his lead, getting in a better position and cupping his head with both her hands, meanwhile he was holding her by her waist. The only noise around them were made by the nature, no Gryffindors cheering for them, no Ron Weasley murmuring and Hermione Granger reassuring him, no need to stop the kiss.
As they shared their special, lovely moment, the owls went back flying around the are of the castle and not only, finally the Wizarding World was free from the fear of the Dark Magic and everybody -around the world- was conscious of that. While life was changing for thousands of wizards in the U. K., Harryâs was going through a radical mutation.
He was the Boy-Who-Lived, but -hopefully- he wouldnât have to fight another mortal battle.
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âNO!â
The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound. He heard another woman laughing nearby, and knew that Bellatrix gloried in McGonagallâs despair.
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