hi! how are you?:) i wanted to request some draco fluff wherein he and reader are in a secret relationship during 6th year, but draco sees either ron/harry confess to her and she didn't turn them down completely as she panicked and couldn't think of a reason, besides telling them that she's taken. it turns into a kind of a big fight but they eventually make up + their relationship is revealed at the end. rest of the details are up to you^^
hopefully you enjoy the holiday season~
A/N: Hi anon! this was such a sweet request I couldn't help but write this one. Hope you like this. Happy Holidays!💞
The pale afternoon sun bathed the stone steps in a soft glow, making you squint as you climbed toward the Owlery, its fleeting warmth offering little relief from the sharp winter air.
Mellow hoots from a few anxious owls welcomed you in as you caught sight of the tall figure standing farther inside.
“Celeste, OOF, you’ve nipped me quite enough lady.” You heard him murmur softly, his hands briefly grappling with the brown owl as he secured the letter.
“Thought I’d find you here.” You smiled, walking closer to Draco. His fingers absently wove into yours as he set the impatient owl free.
He turned to gaze into your eyes, an adoring smile gracing his lips. “Sent a letter to Mum, haven’t spoken to her in a while.” He said bringing his lips closer to yours.
“I haven’t seen you all day,” you murmured against his lips. He made a soft sound in the back of his throat in agreement, his lips pressing gently against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss, as though savouring the sweetness of the moment.
You pulled away with diffidence, “Someone could walk in-“, your utterance drowned in the urgency of his kiss with renewed vigour.
His fingers cradled your face tenderly like it were porcelain. You held on to him desperately as though the two of you were torn apart lovers meeting after years. You parted while he kissed your temple, the two of you making your way out.
You walked beside him, dropping your hands from his hold, a protest made way to his mouth, “We could get caught.” You interrupted.
“I wouldn’t mind.” The suddenly blow of wind carried his lingering words.
There it was, the topic much debated between you and Draco. You couldn’t bear the scrutiny that would accompany the announcement of your relationship. He was a cauldron filled to the brim with love for you, his resolve dripping away from the rim day after day.
You moved apart to keep a respectful distance making it look like you were nothing more than mere acquaintances catching up.
“The Yule Ball is barely two weeks away.” You spoke up, a feeble attempt to drop the point of contention.
“Yes, and I’m not going.” He said.
You paused, looking at him in surprise. "What do you mean, you're not going?"
Draco's gaze softened, his eyes lingering on you before he spoke. "I can't, not without you by my side." His voice was quiet, but there was a weight to it, the words steeped in frustration and reluctance. "Except I’d rather not give anyone a reason to gossip."
Your heart ached at the hint of vulnerability in his tone. You both knew the reality of your situation, how precarious your secret relationship was. The truth was, you loved Draco to a point where you feared your relationship would lose the delicately guarded intimacy, the doting tenderness, and the quiet respect you had for one another the moment it was exposed. There was a part of you that feared the world would tarnish what you had, reduce it to something shallow and public—something to be dissected by prying eyes. Draco knew it too. The weight of unspoken understanding hung between you, the fear that once the truth came to light, everything precious and fragile about the bond you shared would be lost in the chaos.
"But it’s the Yule Ball, Draco," you pressed, gently taking a step closer, "it’s the one time everyone can let go, even if it’s just for a night."
He bit his lip, the conflicting emotions swirling on his face. "I understand... I just wish—"
"That we could be open?" you finished for him, your expression softening. "Me too. But not yet, not like this."
The wind picked up again, sending a chill through the air, and you shivered, though you weren’t sure if it was from the cold or the heaviness of the conversation.
Draco’s hand found yours once more, his fingers warm against yours. "Let’s just get through this year," he murmured, "then we’ll figure it out."
The mindless prate of Professor Binns still rang in the back of your mind as you ambled away to the Great Hall in desperate need of food.
Your steps faltered as Harry Potter unexpectedly halted you, his presence a sudden interruption in your path.
“Hey” he smiled, eyes catching yours. “Hey” you murmured in reply, hunger and confusion addling your brain. What could he possibly want? You’d barely exchanged a handful of words in class, and never enough for him to stop you in the hallway for a conversation.
“So, um... you’ve heard about the Yule Ball this year?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. He shifted awkwardly on his feet, his eyes flickering to the floor before meeting yours again. “I mean, I’ve been thinking... maybe, um, we could go together? To the Yule Ball, I mean.” He cleared his throat, his face flushing a deep red. “Not that I expect you to say yes, or anything. I just thought... well, it might be nice, y’know?”
There was a long pause, his hand rubbing his neck as though he were searching for the right words. “I’ve liked you for a while now... and I thought I’d, well... ask.” He let out an awkward laugh, his smile a bit uncertain but genuine.
Your brain seemed to freeze, panic setting in. You scoured for excuses, I have a boyfriend .No. I have a boyfriend whom I adore and will eventually marry. No.
Leave me alone or I shall hex you to death? Absolutely not.
Your instead choose to say, “Harry, I... I really don’t know what to say. I’m flattered, this is really nice, but I—well, I can’t really think straight right now. I’m just... I’m not sure it’s the right time, you know?”
You watch Harry nod politely, “Right... I get it. Just know that I meant what I said. Whenever you're ready, or if you ever are... I’ll be here." With a gentle smile he turns and leaves.
You turned around, instinctively searching for the familiar face of your friend, instead, your gaze met Draco's. A sense of calm washes over you, the quiet reassurance of his presence grounding you. Knowing that he wasn’t far away made everything feel just a little bit easier.
You raised your brows as if to say that was close. In response,Draco clenched his jaw and walked away in the opposite direction.
The Astronomy tower seemed desolate that night with your sole presence treading back and forth in anticipation of Draco.
You convinced yourself to wait another few minutes before retiring to bed when you heard subdued stomps making its way up the stairs.
The dark silhouette revealed itself to be Draco as he stepped into the moonlight.
“Well you’re early.” You said unable to keep the frustration from seeping in your voice.
“I assumed you were waiting for your date," Draco drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Wouldn't want to interrupt, of course."
His attitude took you aback and you blinked, momentarily thrown off. "What?" you asked.
“You’re little date with Potter. Is he turning up soon?” He titled his head, rudeness gripping his tone.
“Have you lost your mind, Draco? I’m here to meet you, my boyfriend, unless you think you’re not?” you bit back, confusion evident in your tone.
“You tell me.” He said quietly. You felt a pang in your heart.
“I heard him ask you to the Ball earlier today,” Draco said, his tone sharp, as he moved closer, eyes narrowing. “You didn’t say no. Funny how your answer seemed to change when it came to me.”
“I panicked!” you said, voice rising. “I didn’t know what else to say except that-“
“That you are with me," he finished, his voice tight with frustration. "Is it really so difficult for you to love me openly, that you’d happily entertain Potter’s advances?" He gritted his teeth.
“I didn’t happily entertain anything.” You shouted. “And I am not afraid. It’s just that…that I-“you trailed off not knowing what to say.
“Know this,” Draco said, his voice soft but fierce, "I trust my love for you enough to stand in front of all of the world and scream it at the top of my lungs, without fear of losing you."
“Do you trust your love for me? That’s what you need to answer.” With that Draco left you standing with a bleeding heart.
You found him the next morning. Having creeped into his dorm, into his sheets. Before the sun could greet Hogwarts, you greeted your love.
“I’m sorry” you mumbled into his back as your hands hugged him from behind. “Come here” he whispered, voice thick with sleep. Turning around he engulfed you and peppered kisses to the top of your head.
Both of you lay there in lazy embrace finding solace in each other’s arms.
“I’m sorry too.” Draco spoke after a while. “I understand your fear. But I want you in my life forever, love. I don’t want this to stay just an amour.” You heard his muffled voice as he buried his face into your neck.
"Draco Malfoy, did you actually propose to me, then?" you asked, humour lacing your tone.
Draco huffed out a laugh, “Next time, in a few years. I’ll do it properly.” He grinned. You kissed him lovingly affirming his thoughts.
You walked in the Great Hall with a light spring in your step. You carefully navigated around a group of excitable fourth years, making your way toward the Gryffindor table.
Harry caught sight of you and quickly stood up, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. “Good morning. Have you made up your mind then?” he asked, excitement stirring his patience.
“Harry, I’m really sorry. You see I should’ve mentioned that I’m going with my boyfriend.” You gestured subtly toward Draco, who sat at his table, oblivious. “I hope you understand.” With an apologetic smile you turned and left a fumbling Harry behind you.
“Good morning again,” you grinned as you slid into the seat next to Draco at the Slytherin table. Draco glanced at you, his usual cool expression softening with the tiniest hint of a smile. “What—” he began, but you cut him off, “I love you,” you said, your voice steady, before planting a soft kiss on his lips.
He chuckled softly, his hand finding yours under the table. “About time you said it out loud,” he murmured, his tone warm and affectionate. “I’ve been waiting for that.”
As you both settled into the moment, the weight of the world—Hogwarts, expectations, and even the gossip—felt like nothing compared to the joy in his eyes. You were both free now, no longer afraid to let the world see what you shared.
