āYou are unlike any girl I have ever met.ā The way he said those words, slipping from his perfectly peach toned lips. They were pulled together by the strings of heaven, silken and smooth. His eyes were smoldering, an icy-like gray, yet holding the heat of the sun. Any girl would melt. Yet, the glare he bore into your own eyes and the grip he had on the small of your back that was just a tad too tight only made a smirk tug at your lips. You let out a chuckle, humorless, really, and whispered,Ā āMy, my. I didnāt peg you for such a smooth talker, Draco.ā He scoffed, displaying his immense distaste with an eye roll and a look to the side that was his way of telling you that he would, really, rather be doing anything else.Ā
Hogwarts, being the only wizardry school in the United Kingdom, was refined. Thus, the parties they held for their students were refined as well. Though the faculty liked to try and shape their students into perfect wizards, posh and polished, that wasnāt always the case. In fact, you could recall one of the two Weasley twins having such a look on his face that he must have been up to no good.
No, for the most upstanding school should have housed the most upstanding students. And, in turn, accept the most upstanding children from a long, long line of Purebloods. Enter Draco Malfoy, a notorious little pest with the face of beauty. He was a little snot, truth to be told, so really it was just a shame that he was so pretty. Draco stood in the center of the dancing hall tonight, leading a waltz for someone just as beautiful. You were of the (Last Name) familyācommon folk, nothing special, really. Yet, you made a name for yourself in Dracoās story. From when you two were just first years, your little eleven year old self had the gall to get up in his face and call him, in your own words,Ā ājust a stupid little asshole.ā No one had ever talked to him like that. He was a Malfoy, and, did you even knowĀ who his father was? From that day, he always had something snide or nasty to say if you showed your face around his.Ā
The two of you silently agreed upon a mutual hate, yet here you were, dancing and emitting the image of a perfect couple. Despite being rough around the edges, and, in all honesty, a bit of a trash-mouth sometimes, you maintained the look of a perfect little princess in such a beautiful ball gown. A light shade of blue, the gown looked like it came straight from a fairytale with the dainty off shoulder designs, small flowers stitched into the tulle of the skirt. Draco thought that the dress would look much better on someone he actually fancied.
It was strange. Draco had eyes. Obviously. He could see the beauty you carried yourself with, even if you annoyed him to high-heavens. He saw how you matured into a young woman from the annoying kid who insulted him at first meeting. He couldnāt even try and deny that you were physically attractive. People took notice. If he remembered correctly, even Diggory had tried to ask you out once. Dracoās god-complex convinced him that it never worked out because, just maybe, you fancied himĀ instead? You must have been obsessed with him, taking time out of your day to banter and poke fun at him. Even if it made him hot with rage, he couldnāt help but noticed that you almostā¦enjoyed the back-and-forthās you two shared.
ā¦No, couldnāt be that. Because beneath his god complex, deep down into is heart, Draco had an inferiority complex as well. A kid, trying to make it in his fatherās world. But how was he to make it in such a world when you were staring back at him with eyes that held meaning, and a slight smirk that let him know that you were amused by this dance. This dance.Ā God, it mustāve been hours now.Ā
Draco snapped back to reality.Ā āSmooth talker?ā he scoffed, squeezing your hand in an aggressive manner.Ā āPlease. I mean that youāre not much of a girl at all. Arenāt you supposed to be lady like?ā
You scoffed right back at him.Ā āIf women are that two-dimensional to you, then you are in for a rude awakening.āĀ
The music stopped, along with time. The music had stopped, yet your hand remained firmly in his. He had taken his hand off of the curve of your back, yet you held on to his hand with such fervor that he might as well have died right then and there. Then, your face was inches away from his. He hoped you couldnāt hear the waver in his breathing.
āYou, Draco Malfoy,ā you looked at him, letting out a breath that sent shivers down his spine. He felt a wave of heat overtake him, an uncomfortable itch of sweat crawling to his hairline.Ā āAre unlike any man I have ever met.ā You released his hand, finally,Ā and gave him a polite curtsy. Still, you stood there and stared at him. Stared at him like you could see all of the layers beneath his perfectly groomed hair, his perfectly pressed suit, his perfectly laid out life. You stared at him like someone who wanted to understand more.
But did you? Or was he just imagining things?
āI hope you enjoy the rest of the party, Draco.ā With that, you were off. Off to dance in another manās arms, probably. The thought made him huff, an attempt to regain composure. Even still, he watched you as you walked away, hair bouncing ever so softly as your dress barely touched the ground.
yo. this account isnāt active, but from time to time i pop up on this one and write some nonsensical shit of whatever comes to mind. happen to be going through a draco thing rn, if you need more draco nourishment. self promo
Notes: This is a revised version of this fiction. I believe it is written much better than the first, and I also had so much fun writing it! Thank you for your support, and enjoy!
Personally, sheād like to think she was a good girlfriend. Not that he wasnāt, it was just that she tried her best to be good enough for the Draco Malfoy. Thinking that to herself, she chuckled. From an outside perspective, it would seem like (Name) tried a lot harder to be the best partner she could be while Draco seemingly tried minimally. Sometimes, (Name) would even get a comment or two about how she was better off without Draco, but she would always tell them that they were wrong. Behind the exterior of the sarcasm, the pride, and the icy glares, Draco Malfoy was at his core just a teenager. He went through his share of storms and waves of sadness. When the moon would rise, and Draco would find himself reflecting on his life, tears would fall from his eyes. Those nights, (Name) would be by his side to listen to what he had to say, what he kept inside himself. She wouldnāt judge, she wouldnāt try to fix the problems that surrounded his mind, sheād just listen and maybe try to help ease the pain just the slightest bit. (Name) got to see his true smile, his true tears, and his true frustration. So no matter how many offhand comments (Name) would receive about Draco, her love for him remained steady, and they were both content with that.
ā¦
āā¦ I know this sounds childish, but I truly hope to be by your side for ever, Draco.ā
ā¦
The pair sat side by side, hand atop hand, hearts beating in sync. The fresh night air set a calm atmosphere, and the stars in the sky were breathtaking. They were at peace with this, to simply sit out at night and cherish both each other and the craftsmanship of Mother Nature. (Name) felt Draco squeeze her hand, a small smile on her features. Was this what it was like? To feel as if one had no worries and to just be happy with how things were in the present? She supposed so, as these nights she couldnāt find a single complaint in her life to rant about. Things just seemed to flow perfectly with him. (Name) felt a cold hand rest gently on her shoulder, her head turning to stare at him in response. The way his beautifully pale hair reflected in the moonlight, accompanied by his crystal clear complexion and the deep gray colored eyes she cherished, she felt like she was staring at some sort of god like being. Draco gazed back at her, sighing peacefully. His hand moved from her arm to her cheek, (Nameās) hand reflexively moving to grip his waist softly. He leaned into her, the elegant scent that she held putting him at ease. He pecked her lips once, pulling away just long enough to see her cheeks turn red and a bright smile curve on her lips. He smiled back at her before capturing her lips in another kiss, but this time the kiss lingered and lasted for so long that anyone wouldāve thought it was his final one. Dracoās hand moved slowly up (Nameās) shirt, respectfully, but with a sense of need. She willingly let him do as he please, their kiss becoming hasty and sloppy as the two rushed to explore more of each other. Not that their bodies were foreign to one another, but each time Draco had the privilege of being the lucky one to graze his hands over each curve of her body, he felt his breath being taken away over and over again.
āI love you so much.ā
(Name) could barely say it back as Draco kissed her neck, feeling completely lost in his touch. The night ended long after, the two rediscovering each other physically more than once that night. All felt content, and (Name) hoped it would stay that way.
Draco was sure that (Name) would be the one that he would spend the rest of his life with. Silly as it sounded, she was everything he needed. She was intelligent and independent, making for an elegant woman, but also caring and passionate, which made for a perfect partner. She cared about things that he cared about, and she was supportive when Draco needed supporting. She was beautiful in so many ways, including her physical features which had to be those of a goddess.
So why, why did he go and hook up with Pansy Parkinson?
Her beauty didn't even come close to comparing with that of (Nameās)āand her personalityā¦ Ugh. Draco had many things to say about the pug faced girl, none of his comments being at all positive. What the hell was he thinking? Why? Why? Why? He didnāt know. He couldnāt wrap his head around it in the slightest. It gave him a headache. He couldnāt bare to think about it. He couldnāt bare to think about how her lips touched his in the rough way that was so different from the way (Name) kissed him, how his hands tangled through her hair as Pansy smirked victoriously, as her moans played back in his head like an awful scratched record. Draco remembered being sweat drenched, sitting on the side of his bed with only his trousers on as Pansy left with a smirk on her face, her sickening voice saying, āLetās do it again sometimeā before leaving Draco alone with his thoughts. His friends thought it was scandalous and cool, but Draco didnāt. Draco couldnāt even look himself in the mirror. (Name), the brightest light in his world of darkāhow could he fuck it up this easily?
Perhapsā¦ Perhaps she didn't have to know. It was for the better, right? That way the both of them were happy. (Name) could continue loving him, and Draco could forget about it all and continue to dream about the future that they would have together.
ā¦ Except that Draco couldnāt forget about it. Days, weeks passed, and it remained in his mind no matter how much he protested against it. He didnāt deserve to see (Name's) smile, he didn't deserve to hear her sweet voice whisper words of love and affirmation when he had betrayed her loyalty. He couldnāt stand knowing that (Name), the embodiment of perfection in his very eyes and one of the last people on this damned world that he cared about, was kissing the lips that had been tainted with those of Pansy Parkinsonās own.
Another day passed, another day of Draco beating himself up inside and (Name) being left sinfully in the dark. Currently, (Name) was sat in the middle of Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, himself. Not Dracoās favorite people by any means, but (Name) seemed to enjoy their company. Every once in a while, the group would all enjoy a lazy day atop a hill with a bench that seemed to be made for them, as it perfectly fit the four of themāno more, no less. A beautiful white snow covered the area, their breaths visible in the air. Ron Weasley was beside Hermione and had seemed to crack some sort of joke (or maybe made a joke of himselfāwho really knew with that boy) that made her sigh and roll her eyes, but smile nonetheless. Harry, however, had seemed unusually quiet. Harry wasnāt the biggest chatterbox at Hogwarts by any means, but usually he would have a few comments to say. He hadnāt even spouted a single comment on how Draco was a no good boyfriend for (Name), either. So, with some concern, (Name) questioned him. āQuiet today, are you?ā
āHuh?ā the boy sputtered, quite dumbly. He looked up from his trance, pushing his round frames back up the bridge of his nose. (Name) laughed softly at that. Stuck in his own little world, go figure. āI said, āquiet todayā. Youāve barely said a word.ā
āNo, I justā¦ā Harry paused. He seemed to shift uncomfortably. āIām surprised that you're this chipper. I mean, you and Malfoy have been together for how many years now? Three? Four?ā (Name's) smile slowly disappeared. She was used to Harry talking about Draco, but now she was just confused. āWhat are you talking about?ā
āYou donāt know.ā That was a statement, rather than a question. Immediately, Harry sighed deeply and buried his face in his hands, his hair falling over the tips of his fingers. (Nameās) eyebrows furrowed. Know what? What didn't she know that involved Draco? Had he gotten hurt? Had his father forced him into a different relationship? (Name) started to panic mentally. āWhat donāt I know?ā
ā(Name), Dracoāā
āThere you are.ā The boy at topic came striding up the hill with Blaise Zambini following behind him. (Nameās) internal panic seemed to disappear at the sight of him as she stood up with a smile. He smiled back at her warmly before shooting a snobby glare at Harry, who glared back at him.
āOkay, well,ā (Name) started. āIām going to take off now. Iāll see you guys later.ā She moved to take a step towards her boyfriend, but a hand who firmly grasped her forearm stopped her. She turned her head to see Harry holding onto her, but his gaze pointed at Draco, malice in his eyes. āHarry?ā she questioned, but ultimately received no response.
āIf youād be so kind as to let my girlfriend go, Potterāā But Harry didn't listen. He redirected his eyes to stare at (Name) who stared back at him in pure and utter confusion. His voice was softāpitying. āYou really donāt know?ā
āKnow what? You're really starting to scare meā¦ā (Name) laughed it off, but Harryās solemn look told her that this was no laughing matter. (Name) didn't see Dracoās eyes widen as he looked at Harry Potter.
āIntervene. Intervene. Now. Say something! Now, before Potter is the one toāā
āParkinson told everyone thatāā
āShut your conniving littleāā
āāshe and Draco had spent the night togetherāā
āI swear, Potterā!ā
āa month ago.ā
And the damage had been implemented. Done it had been a month ago, but received it was now.
(Name) felt her mouth run dry, her palms become clammy, and her eyes widen. Her vision was on Harry, because for the life of her she couldnātāshe couldnātālook at him. If she looked at him and saw the distressed look on his face, that would mean that it was real. That he had actually gone and broke the relationship that they had built with each other. Butā¦ She did. She looked at him, after a deep breath and a gulp of saliva.
And the look on his face was the confirmation she had prayed it wouldnāt have been. Part of her wanted Draco to start yelling at Harry, to start looking at him with disgust for lying, for Harry to say it was a jokeāanything! But that didn't happen.
Draco made a move towards (Name) getting cut off by the chestnut haired boy who wore an expression of disappointment. Harryās steady frame was hastily moved out of the wayāin fact, she almost knocked him overāby (Name) who rushed forward to grab Draco by the shoulders. Her face was desperateānever in his years had Draco seen such a face come from his (Name), his ethereal and always smiling (Name).
āDraco, tell me heās lying! Tell meātell me that itās not true. Tell meāanything! Anything! Fuckingā! Tell me something!ā Her words were rushed and warm tears started to build up in the corners of her eyes. Dracoās hands trembled and his mouth opened in close in hopes to say something that would save their relationshipā¦But nothing came out. He was utterly embarrassed to be seen like this in front of his friend and not to mention the three he hated the most, but that didnāt matter. (Name) was in front of him crying. He was supposed to be there to dry her tears, not cause them.
ā(Name)ā¦ā
(Name) let out a pitiful hiccup as she covered her mouth, tears flowing onto her hand. āI can't believe you! You absolutely ruined years of my fucking life! What was this for? What were all of these years for? Nothing! Because of you! This is your fault!ā Her words were broken and scratchy. Clenching her fist, she had to refrain from slapping the boy. Though this was a pain she hadnāt ever felt, and hadnāt ever wanted to feel, violence wouldnāt solve anything. Finally, she shoved away from Draco who could only stare at what he had done. Harry was quick to follow (Name), calling after unheard ears.
Draco Malfoy was not a fool by any means. He was intelligent, he was clever, and he was cunning. He wasnāt one to make mistakes, he was a perfectionist. The perfectionist in him would only settle for the best, which was expected of him of course. (Name) was the best, and she was perfect. Pansy Parkinson was not perfect. She was snobbish, she was hateful, and she was nasty. (Name) was elegance in itsā finest, and most of all she loved him with all of her heart.
Draco Malfoy had made the biggest mistake in his life, and he wasnāt sure he could recover from it.
Picking up his pride, he retreated away to his dorms where his dorm mates were yelled at to get out. He cried, and (Name) wasnāt there to dry his tearsābut that was his fault. And now the consequences would lay on his back, while a despair laid upon (Name's) own.
WOW i have no excuse for being gone for so long. thank Aquaman (2018) though for bringing me back. Orm reminded me WAY TOO MUCH of Draco, personality and platinum blonde hair to boot. anyways, heres the beginning section of Break Me. also, just a side note, after i finish this revised series, iāll be moving accounts! iāll be sure to link it once im finished editing the theme and once ive posted something.
Personally, sheād like to think she was a good girlfriend. Not that he wasnāt, it was just that she tried her best to be good enough for the Draco Malfoy. Thinking that to herself, she chuckled. From an outside perspective, it would seem like (Name) tried a lot harder to be the best partner she could be while Draco seemingly tried minimally. Sometimes, (Name) would even get a comment or two about how she was better off without Draco, but she would always tell them that they were wrong. Behind the exterior of the sarcasm, the pride, and the icy glares, Draco Malfoy was at his core just a teenager. He went through his share of storms and waves of sadness. When the moon would rise, and Draco would find himself reflecting on his life, tears would fall from his eyes. Those nights, (Name) would be by his side to listen to what he had to say, what he kept inside himself. She wouldnāt judge, she wouldnāt try to fix the problems that surrounded his mind, sheād just listen and maybe try to help ease the pain just the slightest bit. (Name) got to see his true smile, his true tears, and his true frustration. So no matter how many offhand comments (Name) would receive about Draco, her love for him remained steady, and they were both content with that.
ā¦
āā¦ I know this sounds childish, but I truly hope to be by your side for ever, Draco.ā
ā¦
The pair sat side by side, hand atop hand, hearts beating in sync. The fresh night air set a calm atmosphere, and the stars in the sky were breathtaking. They were at peace with this, to simply sit out at night and cherish both each other and the craftsmanship of Mother Nature. (Name) felt Draco squeeze her hand, a small smile on her features. Was this what it was like? To feel as if one had no worries and to just be happy with how things were in the present? She supposed so, as these nights she couldnāt find a single complaint in her life to rant about. Things just seemed to flow perfectly with him. (Name) felt a cold hand rest gently on her shoulder, her head turning to stare at him in response. The way his beautifully pale hair reflected in the moonlight, accompanied by his crystal clear complexion and the deep gray colored eyes she cherished, she felt like she was staring at some sort of god like being. Draco gazed back at her, sighing peacefully. His hand moved from her arm to her cheek, (Nameās) hand reflexively moving to grip his waist softly. He leaned into her, the elegant scent that she held putting him at ease. He pecked her lips once, pulling away just long enough to see her cheeks turn red and a bright smile curve on her lips. He smiled back at her before capturing her lips in another kiss, but this time the kiss lingered and lasted for so long that anyone wouldāve thought it was his final one. Dracoās hand moved slowly up (Nameās) shirt, respectfully, but with a sense of need. She willingly let him do as he please, their kiss becoming hasty and sloppy as the two rushed to explore more of each other. Not that their bodies were foreign to one another, but each time Draco had the privilege of being the lucky one to graze his hands over each curve of her body, he felt his breath being taken away over and over again.
āI love you so much.ā
(Name) could barely say it back as Draco kissed her neck, feeling completely lost in his touch. The night ended long after, the two rediscovering each other physically more than once that night. All felt content, and (Name) hoped it would stay that way.
oh, im doing great! thank you for asking. iāll be in a car for the next eleven hours, so perhaps i can get some writing done in between the gaps of my sleeping lol
does anyone still keep up with this blog anymore? anyways,
i know itās been a while since iāve been active, so as a smallĀ āsorryā i decided to open up ships again. they will be something like thisĀ with headcanons, and as a new feature, iāll be mentioning (my opinion of) your least compatible person! just send in a few general things like gender identity, sexuality, likes and dislikes in a partner, hogwarts house, etc!
iāll be working on headcanons and the new version of Break Me in the meantime!
i made a song playlist for Break Me since itās currently in the working process! some songs to amp up the feels :ā) [here] (on spotify, not supported on safari browsers)
Hi! May I ask for a ship? Im tall Slytherin with dark eyes and hair and pale complexion. Im stubborn. I could be ālead an army to warā type of girl but at the same time Im sensitive af, especially when it comes to animals. I also like to provoke people and pissing them off just to see their reaction. Rather independent and impatient. Love when close people are playing with my hair,its my weakness. Im typical introvert, but in real life it seems like Im adopted by my extrovert friends. Thank you!
i ship you with...
Fred Weasley!
The fact that youād enjoy getting a reaction out of someone would amuse him. In a way, he was the same but with his pranks. Everything was about the reaction, after all. Why prank someone if not to see their reaction? He could respect your independence, but could also be there to give you affection when you most desired it. Heād find it cute that you had a soft spot for animals, and your impatience would, in all honesty, amuse him.
i think your worst match would be...
Draco Malfoy!
The problem is that he was the exact same way you are. He bagged people to get a rise out of them and was beyond impatient. The fact that you were too similar to him would be the thing to ruin any chances of having a romantic relationship with him, as all in all you two would clash heads rather than cuddle.
Can I get a ship? I'm a 5'3 girl with dark ginger hair. I'm really into sports but I dont play any because I'm not that good at them as much as id like to be, I dont have a lot of close friends because but the friends I do have mean a lot to me. Music is a big part of my life and I want to be a producer when im older. Im not very good with school but Ive been working harder to get good grades. Im not close with my family and a lot of people say Im sarcastic and im also kind of loud -a slytherin
i ship you with....
Neville Longbottom!
He was the same way, not having the widest range of friends but holding the ones he had close to him. Be sure that heād sit with you in the stands to watch a game and cheer with you despite being in different houses. Heād definetly encourage you to pursue your music interest as he felt the same way about botany as you did music. Heād help you study the best he could, of course. Youād be the fire to his ice, standing up for him if anyone tried to pick on him with his timid nature.
i think youāre least compatible with...
Newt Scamander!
This man man has hobbies of course, but I think the ones you were interested in would conflict with his everyday routine. He wouldnāt have the time or interest to help you pursue your interests, and honestly your sarcastic and loud nature might catch him off guard in some cases.
hey congrats on 2k!!! for the ship thingy thing ding: im a girl but im bisexual :) my hair is dirty blonde, i have green eyes n im 5ā6ā. im a slytherpuff. i talk a lot and like to make jokes (also like definitely a pessimist) but im kinda reserved and shy when i first meet people. im a Big Softie for the marauders. thank you so much i hope this is enough ??? have a good day!!!
I ship you with...
Sirius Black!
It was definitely a pleasant surprise for him whenever this soft spoken and shy girl started talking his ear off whenever she was comfortable with him. He thought it was a good attribute of yours and he actually got quite attached to it. He wasnāt exactly an optimist, but in the way that you were a pessimist he would be the type to fire back with something stupidly idealistic when you made a negative comment.
I think your worst match would be...
Credence Barebone!
He was also a soft spoken person, yes, but any sudden change in you going from shy to open would confuse him. The main thing would be your pessimism, though. Although he himself was the same way, he would need a partner who saw the best in things. Credence would need constant positivity in his life in assurance that everything was alright after the things he had gone through.
Hi! Can I ask for a ship? Im 5ā8ā, have curly,darkbrown hair and fair complexion and hourglass type of body. I have difficult nature- I have strong personality, I donāt like when someone tells me what to do and yet Im introverted, some people say Im acting cold, but still love cuddles and small forms of affection. Sensitive and sarcastic. Love tattoos. Im horribly afraid of water, like deep rivers or sth, but I love staring at nightās sky and stars. I like drawing and travelling. From Slytherin.
I ship you with...
Harry Potter!
Having somewhat of a similar personality, you two would get along as you would both understand each other in a sense of being emotional internally but having somewhat of a cold exterior. He doesnāt exactly like being told what to do either, so of course he wouldnāt even try to give you orders or anything of the sort. He was the same way, craving small affection and human contact. Heād be sure to give you affection if you promised to give him the same. Your sarcasm could match his and be sure that the two of you would have playful banter back and forth although some may misunderstand it as bickering. Be sure that after everything that happened at Hogwarts, heād be completely down to take a small adventure with you and travel to the unknown along your side.
I think your worst match would be...
Ron Weasley!
He honestly would mistake your bold personality and sarcasm as you disliking him. Be sure that you two could be friends, but as for lovers, heād be too confused with how you felt about him. To pursue him in a relationship, it would require countless reassurance that you werenāt angry at him.
does anyone still keep up with this blog anymore? anyways,
i know itās been a while since iāve been active, so as a smallĀ āsorryā i decided to open up ships again. they will be something like thisĀ with headcanons, and as a new feature, iāll be mentioning (my opinion of) your least compatible person! just send in a few general things like gender identity, sexuality, likes and dislikes in a partner, hogwarts house, etc!
iāll be working on headcanons and the new version of Break Me in the meantime!
i mean if they havenāt been encouraged and educated on toxic relationships and self confidence, i can see where they would be coming from as i was once the same way as they were. im hoping that small things like writing fiction or even posting about it encourages people to leave a toxic partner since it was the internet that encouraged me to do the same!
