picnic. (s,f) you and draco skip class on a sunny day
butterbeer. (f) requested. hufflepuff!reader and draco softness, a date to the leaky cauldron
new york. (s,f) draco goes to stay with you in new york the summer after you graduate
other woman. (f,a)ย requested. dracoโs father tries to get him to leave you for a woman that would make them proud.
forgiveness. (f) dad!draco is offered a position as the coach on Scorpiusโs little-league quidditch team
the hills. (s,a)ย requested. dark!draco calls you up at night when he needs you
the hills (2).ย (s,a)ย requested. dark!draco just canโt seem to stop, and youโre addicted
the hills (3).ย (a)ย requested. draco tries to get you back before you marry the wrong person
slytherin parties.ย (s)ย requested. Draco is forced to wear a maid costume after losing a game at a party, and a game of truth or dare takes it to a new level
slytherin parties (2).ย (s)ย requested. Draco flips the rolls at the next party, putting you in your place
slytherin parties (3). (s,f)ย requested. Cedric gets invited to one of your partiesย
unrequited.ย (s,f,a)ย requested. unrequited love with Draco, where he has to get you back before itโs too late
benefits. (s,f,a) requested. FWB with Draco is all fun and games until you develop feelings
summer love.ย (a,f)ย requested. You and Draco fall into a summer love, only to have the Malfoys wreck your plans
birthdays.ย (s,f)ย requested. you give Draco a special birthday present
birthdays (2). (s,f) requested. you and Draco celebrate a year todayย
full. (s) equested. you and Draco expand your sex life
mahogany. (s,f) requested. professor draco
broom closet. (s,f) requested. draco takes you to a broom closet to deal with his annoyanceย
rough. (s,a) requested. enemies to lovers, where you share a room on vacationย
corrupt.ย (s,f)ย requested. you take care of sub!draco
infidelity.ย (s) requested. Draco hooking up with his maidย
lingerie. (s,f) requested. Surprising draco with lingerie
needy. (s,f) requested. you help sub draco take care of his needs
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fatigue. (f,a) requested. you get overwhelmed and faint on draco
sauvage. (f) draco smelling like dior sauvage
soft. (s,f) requested. super soft morning sex with Draco
polaroids. (s,f) requested. you send sexy polaroids of yourself to Draco over summer break, and heโs animalistic when you reunite
weak. (s,f) requested. draco with a mommy kink
dandelions. (f) soft!draco making wishes with you.
fingers. (f) requested. soft nights with dom!dracoย
out of love. (a) requested. draco falls out of love with you
storms. (f) draco helping you sleepย
denial. (s) draco teases you when you withhold sex
pathetic. (s)ย dark!draco gets off on his subโs embarrassmentย
hormonal. (f) requested. draco comforting you on your periodย
cars. (s) requested. fucking draco in a car
changed mind. (f) requested. Draco caring for virgin!reader
Headcanons:
sleepy sunday mornings. (f) mornings with husband!draco
DESCRIPTION โ in which draco malfoy becomes entirely bewitched with a girl who's never paid too much mind to him. heโs purely herโs, and yet, she has no idea. [warning for fluff and talk of food]
PAIRING โ draco x fem!reader
WORD COUNT โ 3.8k
hi all, i think this is one of my favorite things i've ever written. please enjoy it! gonna link a few songs that remind me of the vibes of this story.
i. ii. iii.
request here
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you turn to the next page of your book, eager to meet the main characterโs triumph. the scene is tense and utterly raw, causing you to forget your own setting.
you're no longer in hogwarts, instead, youโre fully consumed in the new world youโre reading of. youโve long forgotten the faint music you put on and your rowdy friends having a faux duel on the grass around you. the two mates continue to circle to the tree youโre reading againstโ but they canโt knock your focus.
just as the climax of the story hits, the words on the page begin to contort and fumble until theyโre gone, leaving blank pages. you flip through your book, confused.
โtold you i knew the spell.โ a brash and girlish voice speaks from your side.
you look up to find pansy parkinson, draco malfoy, and an awestruck vincent crabbe.
your friends stop in their tracks at the sight of the slytherin bullies. you however, glare up at the girl.
โcan you put my book back to normal, please?โ you ask, ears turning hot from anger.
pansy gives you a scowl before speaking,ย โwhat do you think draco? should we fix the little hufflepuffโs book?โ
the blond doesnโt immediately say anything, just looks at you with eyes full of something you're unable to place before huffing, โmerlin, pansy, fix her book. weโre not first years.โ
the girl seems annoyed but complies and the words return to your book. you look to the blond boy, standing like a omnipotent god.
โthank you,โ you say to him.
he gives you another once over before nodding curtly and walking to the direction of the road to hogsmeade, his friends following.
โthat wasโ weird.โ your friend, abbie says.
โbeyond weirdโ since when has malfoy had a soul?โ your other friend, laura laughs.
you roll your eyes at the two of them,ย โgreat help the both of you are. if malfoy hadnโt been feeling merciful today, i would have had to hex parkinson into the next year.โ
laura giggles as abbie playfully shoves you,ย โpiss off.โ
the three of you resume your previous notions easily. you find yourself entranced in the words of your story, world around you becoming obsolete yet again.
days later, youโre in the library, on a mission. you're walking circles trying to find a book that can live up to the expectations the previous one has given you. youโve inspected the right half of the library, and youโre beginning to think that maybe nothing will look appealing enough for you.
as you enter the next section, youโre greeted with draco malfoy and blaise zabini hunched by the window and speaking to each other in a hushed manner.
the pair look to you quickly and you freeze, somewhat terrified that malfoy may not be as merciful as he was previously.
โoh, sorry.โ you say, rearing to turn in the other direction.
โl/n, right?โ dracoโs voice makes you halt. โyouโre fine. blaise and i were just discussingโliterature.โ
you watch as zabini stifles a laugh.
โoh.โ you pause,ย โhave either of you read anything good recently?โ you truly were eager to find something, anything. even if that meant asking malfoy.
"all yours draco." zabini gives the blonde boy a smirk before patting his shoulder and walking off.
draco glares at his friendsโ retreating figure before speaking,ย โof course. i wouldnโt read something i didnโt find interesting.โ
you nod, half-listening, and grab a book from behind him titled,ย 'the garden curse'
the spine of the book is dark and deep forest green with gold lettering carefully etched into it. it's thick with pages, perfect for getting absorbed within.
โhave you read this?โ you ask draco, genuinely curious.
he peers down,ย โi donโt read fairytales. they're unrealistic.โ
you scoff,ย โwhy? what on earth is wrong with a good fairytale? and how can you say they're unrealistic when,โ you gesture to the window outside.ย โwe live in a world muggles can only dream of.โ
โfirst, i highly doubt muggles could ever dream of a world this complex. and second, i find them boring. simply boring.โ he grins.
โboring? draco, how?โ you exhaust, eyebrows furrowed.
"they're all the same. the hero gets their lover, beats or outwits an enemy, and learns some valuable lesson that's really only meant for the reader. simply put, they're boring and unfeasible." he shrugs.
"that is not all they areโ but even still, isn't it nice?" you ask, leaning into him slightly to place the book back onto the shelf.
"nice..." he trails off, watching you depart back from him, "yesโ i'm sure it's nice to read something so simple, but i urge you to read the stories of those whose endings aren't happy or perfect. much more realistic."
you huff, "i'm not going to deny that those sorts of stories are more realistic and good in their own regard, but, fairytales can take you completely out of this world and into a new one."
"escapism?" the boy quirks a brow.
you roll your eyes, "all books could qualify as escapismโ at least fairytales are interesting."
"okay, if you're so stuck in the mud about this, i'll read one. what's your favorite fairytale l/n?" he questions you, eyes burning with an intense sense of sincerity. he truly wants to know.
"well i dunno, i'd just be upset if you come to hate my favorite fairytale.."
"oh come on, show some guts! you just told me i'm missing out. i swear i won't come down too hard on it." he smirks.
you're pleasantly surprised by his promise and his care. you never would have thought draco malfoy could hold a tame conversation. maybe you judged him too soon?
"fine." you say. you swiftly remove your bag from your shoulder and begin rummaging through it, finding the creme hardcover you always keep on you. with a small and worried sigh, you hand the book to draco.
he looks it over, curious, "the princess bride?"
you hum, "i re-read it every year. i absolutely adore that book."
you watch the grey eyed boy scan the first page. his ring clad fingers are gentle against the pages, putting you at ease knowing that he'll take care of your prized possession.
"there's a bunch of markings in it, sorry." you bite your lip, suddenly too aware of the countless annotations.
"i could i add some as well? so you can see i actually read the book." he replies.
you nod, "be my guest."
he slips the book into his bag, "i'll find you after dinner and tell you my first thoughts. we could go to the astronomy tower?"'
a small smile tugs on your face, "the astronomy tower sounds nice, i'll see you then."
malfoy bids you farewell and you watch him saunter out of the library, his walk confident. you find yourself replaying the scene in your head, thinking giddily of the interest you spiked in him.
you truly hope he finds your favorite book enjoyableโ you've never had anyone care enough to read it for you, and the idea of it has you gleaming.
working yourself out of your trance, you turn to the book you had been eying earlier. without much thought, you grab it and walk to check it out.
"you brought back the last one late. don't let it happen again." madam pince snides, wicked eyes glaring down at you.
if you ever wrote a story of your life, you'd make that woman the villain. the sheer amount of times she's withheld books from you for preposterous reasons is countless, and you're sure she's actually an evil being.
"i won't." you say, taking the book from the counter, ignoring the woman's gaze.
she huffs as a response and you walk quickly out of the library, ready to slip away from the world you're in now and into a new one.
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between laura's music and abbie's complaints about her charms essayโ you've not made it very far into your book.
"what's the wand movement for a fire making spell?" abbie asks, hands in her hair.
"verbal or nonverbal?" laura asks, turning her music down slightly.
"nonverbal." abbie says, biting her lip.
"flick and pull." you answer, closing your book.
the girl sighs and throws her head onto her desk, "i'm going to fail. i can't remember any of this."
placing your book down, you walk over to your friend, "well you're mixing up verbal and nonverbalโ i have notes on each. do you think that would help?"
she nods, head rising to look at you.
shuffling through your bag you find the notes and hand them to her, "each group is separatedโ no more confusion."
"you're a lifesaver, y/n." she smiles.
"well miss lifesaver, my life is about to end if we don't get food soonโ i skipped lunch to help dean thomas with his herbology homework." laura says, pointing to the clock, showing the both of you that it was mere minutes until dinner.
"were you helping him with herbology or helping him with getting his tongue down your throat?" abbie teases, sitting back in her chair.
"very funnyโ seriously, i need food. your essay can wait."
you chuckle, "it has been hours abbie, let's get food. might even aid in your cognitive function."
the dark haired girl below you rolls her eyes before rising from her chair, "well hurry up, i want to get this thing finished before bed."
the walk to the dining hall is filled with the three of you arguing over any and everything. your small friend group finds joy in teasing and disagreementsโ you're sure that at this point some might think you all secretly hate each other with the way you act.
in all honesty though, the three of you have grown past just dorm mates or even friendsโ you're sisters.
"you eat the same thing everyday." laura says, pointing at your plate.
"we have the same foods everyday." you reply, tearing into your chicken.
abbie steals a spoonful of mashed potatoes from laura's plate, grin on her face, "well, you hog the mash."
laura feigns a shocked sigh, "you thief!"
you roll your eyes and eat your food, thankful for the hot meal. the weather has drastically began to cool, causing you to swap your morning iced coffee for a hot teaโ hogwarts' winters are simply brutal.
you get your fill of dinner and are halfway into a slice of pumpkin bread when you feel a sharp poke on your side. turning angrily, you meet abbie's wide eyes.
"y/n, i don't want to frighten youโ but malfoy is looking this way, and with a smile on his face." abbie whispers.
you smile and turn to look at him, standing by the doors, "he's reading a book i suggested. i'm going to hang with him for a whileโ see you guys later."
your friend gape as you leave and greet malfoy with a smile.
"evening malfoy." you say, walking through the dining hall doors.
"evening, y/l/n. are you ready?" he replies, book in hand.
you nod and follow along beside the boy, ardent to hear his thoughts.
"well?" you ask, head nodding in the direction of the book.
draco shrugs, "humperdinck makes me want to vomitโ but westley makes up for it enough. i like him."
"and buttercup?"
draco smiles, "despite her unfortunate nameโ she's a lovely character."
you grasp the railing, working up the steep astronomy tower steps. draco's ahead of you, long legs making the journey easier for him.
when you finally meet the top, draco hold a hand out to help you up, you oblige him.
"i'm not going to say i like fairytales yet. the book is okayโ but i do like it so far." he says, taking a seat by the opening in the tower. you nestle beside him.
"i think you're downplaying just how much you enjoy it" you grin at the boy, eyes teasing. "by the end of this book, you'll finally be able to admit the truth."
draco furrows his brows, "the truth?"
you tilt your head, "that you like fairytales."
"ohโ yes, maybe. depends on how good your book ends up being."
you stifle a laugh, "it will. i swear it."
"i'm not as confident," draco says, smirk tugging at his lips. "but i'm going to read here if you want to stick around."
you nod and grab your own book out of your bag, "i'll join you."
the two of you slip into the words on the pages in front of you. you enjoy your story, really, but your eyes seem to be more interested in the boy beside you.
you sneak small glances at him, admiring the way his eyes scan the page, stopping only to mark something of note. his plump and pink lips part ever so slightly at certain scenes, before he'll take his bottom lip between his teeth.
looking back down to your book, you wonder how you could have ever ignored someone so beautiful. the way he cares enough to do this with you is enough to tell you that draco malfoy is someone worth knowing.
"you have nice handwriting." he says, snapping you out of your trance.
you turn to him, "you're just being nice."
his grey eyes hold sincerity within them, "no, i'm serious. your handwriting is quite uniqueโ i love it."
you smile, thanking him silently, before turning back to your book.
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"the stars have aligned!" abbie yelps, shaking you from your slumber.
confused you furrow your brows, "what are you talking about?"
last night was the third time you and draco had met to discuss the book, and the two of you stayed up quite late. you enjoyed his companyโ admittedly more than you care to divulge. he had let you spark conversation about whatever was on your mind, and his listened with unwavering intent. he made you feel special.
your friend shoves a paper in your face, "i passed my charms essay! with your help of course, those notes really helped!"
you give her a small smile, "i'm glad, but how'd you get your score? it's saturday."
the black haired girl purses her lips, "i might have cried to professor flintwick at breakfast this morningโ so i got it early."
you hear laura speak, "she had a full on tantrum more like it. i was so embarrassed to even be near her."
abbie turns her attention from you, staring daggers at the strawberry blonde, "well, you're dripping water everywhere."
laura shrugs, wet hair dripping around her, "there was only one towel leftโ you should have done laundry yesterday."
your friends continue to bicker, causing you to stifle a groan into your pillow. all you wanted was to sleepโ but those two were making it extremely difficult.
accepting the fact that you're not going to get to sleep in any longer, you quickly get ready for the day, and head to the greenhouses.
professor sprout said you were always more than welcome to pay a visitโ and you could use a good stroll looking at magical flowers.
the glass room is empty as you make your way inside, but you don't mind. with a happy sigh, you start caring for all the plants and taking notes of any issues for sprout.
you're inspecting the leaves of an umbrella flower when you hear a throat clear behind you. turning, you find draco, eyes tired but face holding that aristocratic expression he's so known for.
that giddy feeling comes back to you full forceโ and then it hits you.
you've grown quite fond of him. so fond you might even say that you harbor a crush on him. the thought alone has your stomach in knotsโ never in a million years would you have expected to have a crush on malfoy.
but as you look at him, clad in a slytherin jumper and black pants, you realize that you've always thought the boy handsome. it's only now, after sharing fleeting and tender moments with him, that you've been able to acknowledge the crush.
it's so easy love someone when you truly know them, and not the perception you have of them.
"hi malfoy, what brings you here?" you ask, placing your notes down.
he smiles at you, "finished your bookโ missed breakfast for it, but i finished."
his words send you into a small shock. of course you knew he'd eventually finish the bookโ but that means no more meetings. no more excuses to see him. your crush on him destined to stay unknown and unrequited.
your eyes widen, and you walk over to him, "what did you think? did the ending suffice? what aboutโ"
the blond cuts you off with a chuckle, "i wrote down all my thoughts in the book. read it and find me in the astronomy tower after dinner."
"okay fineโ but can you answer one question?" you ask, taking the book from him.
he quirks his head to you, eyebrows furrowed, "what question would that be?"
"would you ever read another fairytale?" you voice is soft and truly wondering.
"iโ i suppose. though, i still find them unrealistic, but maybe you can change my mind after you read what i wrote." he replies, eyes staring into yours.
you give him a half smile, "how could i change your mind after i read what you wrote?"
he bites his lip, "you'll see. i'll meet you in the astronomy tower at ten."
and with that, he's walking out of the greenhouse, leaving you beyond confused as you stare down at the book.
minutes later, you're back in your dorm, eager to know what his annotated thoughts were. your dorm mates are nowhere to be seen, allowing for you to crack the book open.
all over the pages, next to your own writingโ is draco's. crisp and perfect font.
you let your eyes scan over his words.
'i can't believe i'm reading this book for youโ i hate fairytales. i already told you that, but i figure you should know again.'
'i think westley is an idiot for leaving. his perfect woman is right thereโ completely in love with him. i told you fairytales are unrealistic. i would never give up such love.'
'what a twist! he was alive the entire timeโ maybe he'll show that prince humperdinck the sharp end of his sword. i hate that man.'
his notes make you smile, but as you continue on, his writings morph from being about the book, to being about you.
'you're wearing a new jumper today. nearly choked on my pumpkin juice when you walked into the dining hall today. i truly hope you wear it to meet me tonight.'
'i'm up at three reading this damned book, just because it reminds me of you.'
'i know i said i hate fairytalesโ and that's still true, but you've fallen asleep on my shoulder and i think this may be the closest to a happy ending i'll ever know.'
you spend hours reading through his notes, eyes wide and heart fluttering. he spent so much time writing this for you. by the time you get to the last few pages, dinner is almost over.
you let yourself look back down at the book, at the very end, taking up three entire pages, sits a full on letter. it's addressed to you.
'y/n,
i assume that by now you understand i find you absolutely wonderful. although this book is the reason we began to talk, i've watched you from afar for a long time. i know you like to eat a slice of pumpkin bread after your dinner, that your potions book is always filled with bookmarks, that you walk in the middle when with your friends, and that your eyes sparkle like stars when you're deep into a book.
i know i've told you that fairytales aren't for me, and that's because i've accepted the fact that my fairytale can't come true. you've been the brightest part of my existence for a very long time. i suppose it started back in fourth year, i caught a glimpse of you reading by the lake. you started reading there everyday, and i became bewitched with you. entirely bewitched.
you looked so perfectโ and i was confused as to why i'd never seen you before. i swallowed my pride and asked blaise for your name. y/n y/l/n, he said. i liked the way it tasted on my tongue. your name only added to the fire you had unknowingly lit inside of me.
i've spent years admiring you from afar, and the thought of this admiration leading to shared love is my ultimate fairytale. i don't expect you tell me you feel the same, that's unrealisticโ just like the books you read. still, i can't help myself from hoping that maybe you'll surprise me and make me believe in fairytales, just as much as you do.
for your eyes only,
draco malfoy'
tears fall for your eyes as you take in his words, beyond what you ever could have expected. you clutch the book tight to your chest as you look at the clock, mere minutes until ten. the creme covered novel now takes on a new meaning of prized possession.
you dry your eyes before you're making your way out of the hufflepuff common room, rushing to the astronomy tower.
as you meet the end of the stairs, you catch a glimpse of the blond hair you've grown so fond of, sending butterflies to your stomach.
book still firmly in your grasp, you find your eyes looking straight into his cloudy grey ones.
"you said i could change your mind?" your voice is small.
draco sighs, carding his fingers through his hair, "a stupid notion, i assume?"
you shake your head, walking closer, "no, not at all. i told you that i love fairytales. but i never told you i've always wanted my own. i used to dream about multiple ways i could obtain oneโ and the entire time, you were thereโ waiting to deliver my personal fairytale."
you see his cheeks flush a tad, "i wouldn't say i'm good enough to be classified with the hero's in your stories, but i will say this, y/n, i think the world of you. i would read all the fairytales in the world just to see you smile."
"you said something about the thought of us together being unrealistic, but i'd like to argue that the only unrealistic thing is your belief that i could read that letter and not be entirely consumed with love for you. you, draco malfoy, make any fairytale romance seem minuscule." you're speaking with such conviction, trying your hardest to make him understand.
"you mean that?" he asks.
you grab hold of his hands, tugging him closer to you, "i most definitely mean that, malfoy."
he gives you a small smile, "i'm in awe of you."
you chuckle a little, inching your face closer to his. your eyes are questioningโ hopeful. the boy leans closer to you, and that's enough for you. your lips capture his, kissing him with the same passion and conviction you spoke to him with.
his lips feel like heavenโ maybe better, for you're sure heaven could never touch you as deeply as this kiss is.
he smells of vanilla and vetiver, and the scent envelops you. you're sure there's nothing as addictive as this man.
draco pulls away, hands resting gingerly on your shoulders, "i didn't think i could have been anymore enamored by you, and how wrong i was. i could be content, kissing you as the entire world disappeared around us," he lifts a hand to stoke your face, lifting your chin up to him, "you, my darling, are bewitching in all aspects."
you're truly certain now in your belief of fairytales. how could you not be, when your life has suddenly turned into one?
If you're feeling up to it could you maybe write something were Draco and Reader go to like a mall or something with baby Scorp for the first time and he has him in those kangaroo ouches for babies and Scorp is just like peacefully sleeping against his chest and they're all these women melting at the sight of Draco and his baby son and you're like "yeah that's right he is mine ๐, and I made that adorable child ๐โ"
i don't know if i went in a opposite direction to what you were wanting, marce. i read this and thought it would be cute to specify on the little family and draco observing it to a certain degree, so i hope you enjoy it <33
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a woman flirts with dad!draco
wc: 561
dad draco, female!reader, very minimal confrontation ( i really didn't include it to be honest )
"see i told you the second scorpius was in the carrier he would stop crying right away" explains draco, one hand holding yours while the other reaches up to gently touch his son's head, who now lay asleep against his dad's chest.
you push the now-empty stroller, deciding to use it as a place to put your shopping bags, the boy much preferring the warmth of his dad's company. "we should probably go home after this" you speak as you browse the shop's belongings, mostly being detailed china, some teacups which caught your eye immediately while draco continued to coddle his son to his chest.
"take your time though, there's no rush" he says.
you let go of your husband's hand to wander around the shop. draco feet slower behind as he begins to rock the baby, following you around as you gaze at the many objects around the shop floor.
too busy staring at the many teacups, knowing you won't be able to leave without at least one, you don't notice the woman that approached draco. "your baby is adorable, what's his name?" the woman asks, leaning towards draco to gaze in the pouch which held his baby son.
"oh, scorpius" draco replies, proudly showing her the life you had both created with a soft smile. the woman leans up to graze the hairs on top of your son's head as she replies, "beautiful name. what about his dads?" she inquires, glancing at draco who's eyes widen slightly.
"uhโ i'm draco" he replies, glancing towards you, ready to announce his wife's presence not only metres away before leaving the shop but the woman interuppts before he can start, "i see! this family seems to like their constellations" draco looks back to her, awkward laughter as the woman continues to brush the little hairs covering scorpius' head.
draco purses his lips as he chuckles, "yes, i guess. well, my wโ", "and i'm guessing this wife of yours is named after a constellation too?" the bittersweet tone making draco cringe as he begs for a way out, and as if you were an angel yourself โ which to draco, you were โ your arm slings around his as you smile at the woman, "well, my names y/n. but what constellation are you named after?" you ask.
he looks back to the woman with a proud smirk at your words as her expression drops with a sullen tone upon her speech, "my names debra", "funny that. i don't remember that constellation. do you, draco?" you ask in faux thought as you look at each other, his cheeks practically pink as he smiles, "nope. c'mon let's get home. it was a joy to meet you, debbie" sarcasm littering draco's tongue.
you both turn away and draco turns you to, his head buzzing as you speak, "oh, but i need to get this teacup. what do you think?" you ask, your free hand holding it up to show him as he leans down to kiss your cheek, "my god, you're a saint, an utter saint of a woman" speaks draco referring to the pride he felt with the way you stood up for your little family, you now acting as if it was completely normal.
"i'm not sure if the cup will fit in the cupboard", "i do not care. we will get all the mugs you want, my love".
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Request? Yes ~ @the--queen-of-hell ~ Hey there hon! I'd like to request something for Draco x Reader. Like, maybe reader (who's spending time with Draco, in the Malfoy manor) starts sleep walking and has a bad dream at the same time, and she's about to go down the stairs. Draco comes right before that and basically saves her. Then comforts her as she starts crying and shaking because of the nightmare... They kiss?? Lots and lots of fluff, would be great! If you don't want to write it, that's perfectly fine!! Thanks in advance! ๐๐
word count: 2100+
warnings: lucius is a bit of a poo, nightmares and fluff!
Here you were, standing in front of Malfoy Manor with Draco, your best friend, by your side. Heโd invited you to come over during the summer break and agreeing to go was something you were beginning to regret. His parents didnโt approve or not approve of you. They were indifferent towards you, which Draco said was better than most. If they approve of you, they expect things from you, if they donโt, they treat you like a rabid animal - get rid of it. Indifference was perfect, he said. You take a deep shaky breath, almost losing grip on your suitcase.
โHey,โ Draco says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in, โItโs gonna be fine,โ he reassures you. Or at least he tries to. You werenโt oblivious to who Dracoโs father was. But you were Dracoโs friend, that didnโt matter to you because Draco was Draco, not his father. But you began to feel a little differently when faced with the prospect of his father directly in front of you, addressing you in person. Youโd only met him and his wife once, in a crowd, with lots of witnesses...lots of people. He was certainly intimidating, though those were the early days, the days when he didnโt seem quite so...unhinged.
You let out a breath, โFor you my darling Draco, only for you,โ you laugh. He does to, appreciating you for doing this for him. Summers were difficult at home, and having his best friend here with him, even if it was only for a short while, would help him in ways he couldnโt describe.
Draco walks straight inside, but youโre stuck to the spot.
โY/n?โ He asks.
โRight!โ You say, a little startled. You walk in looking around. Itโs enormous, you canโt quite believe this is actually where he lives. The ceilings stretched high, and the walls went on for miles. The staircase could probably fit half of your house in it alone.
โFuck,โ you whisper to yourself. If you felt out of place before, it was certainly set in stone now. Your heart begins beating a little faster and as soon as you see Narcissa it just about beats right out of your chest.
โDraco, youโre home,โ she says, kissing his cheek. She then turns to you, the friend he dares to bring home to his parents. Can she hear your heart? Can Draco?
โI donโt think weโve met, Draco did tell me he was bringing a friend home this year. Iโm Narcissa, Dracoโs mother,โ she says. You had met, only once. Thatโs when Draco said that they neither approved nor disapproved of you. So they didnโt remember you, maybe that was a good thing.
โHi, Iโm y/n,โ you say, holding out your hand. She seems a little surprised that youโre going for a handshake, but she accepts it regardless.
โY/n? I feel as if Draco has talked about you quite a bit, itโs nice to finally put a face to a name,โ she smiles. Draco blushes a little at her comment and so do you. And that does not escape her notice.
โItโs nice to finally meet you too, Mrs. Malfoy,โ you smile back at her.
โPlease, Narcissa,โ she says.
Youโre about to speak when Lucius walks in. He seems tired, damaged. You almost feel bad for him, but itโs hard to, knowing how heโs treated your friends and how heโs treated Draco especially.
โSo this is the friend youโve decided to bring home then, Draco?โ He sneers. Itโs hard to tell if thatโs just his general demeanour shining through or if he really dislikes the look of you. He looks you up and down, making his judgement. It feels as if heโs looking directly through you, into your head and your thoughts. He makes some sort of a grumble before walking away back to where he came from. Narcissa winces at his rudeness and apologises to you before running off in search of her husband.
โSoโฆ are you upset now that your mother likes me?โ You tease.
โNo, not at all. Although, it still works out to be indifferent. My father doesnโt like you but my mother does. Cancels each other out. Indifferent. Still works,โ he grins. You roll your eyes at him and follow him up the staircase. The house doesnโt lose its magnificence when you reach higher levels, it just continues on. Dracoโs room is very large, and quite plain. There were some Quidditch things up, but apart from that, there wasnโt much in it. It was themed black and green, much as you had expected. He has a large double bed in the middle with black satin sheets. You wonder what it would feel like to fall asleep with him in that bed, his arms around you, feeling his breath on your skin. But you quickly shake the thought from your mind.
โSo, um, this is my room, but youโll be next door,โ he says, rubbing the back of his neck. He walks out after placing his bags down and leads you back into the hall to the guest room. It almost looks exactly like Dracoโs, aside from thereโs nothing on the walls and itโs all black. The sheets arenโt satin either, theyโre cotton.
โSorry, itโs a bit...doom and gloom,โ he laughs.
โNo thatโs fine, Iโll only be sleeping in here anyway,โ you smile.
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The first few days pass like a breeze. You and Draco did all sorts. Walking, talking, laughing, swimming, playing games. It was shaping up to be the best part of your summer. The only times it felt as if it was dragging slowly with no release was meal times, when the family and you sat down to eat together. There wasnโt much conversation. Naricissa tried her best to be polite but Lucius ended up either scolding Draco or his wife. He seemed to leave you alone for the most part. The most you received were piercing glares, but that was enough for you. You couldnโt imagine what Draco goes through when someone isnโt there to witness it.
It was the evening, and you were sitting on Dracoโs bed reading. You were sitting towards the edge, legs crossed and hunched over into the book on your lap. Draco was leaning against the head of the bed, legs spread out and reading also. Well, trying to, He was mostly looking at you. You kept catching each other looking and quickly averting your eyes back to the words on the pages in front of you. You werenโt sure when your feelings for Draco became more than platonic, but they certainly had. You didnโt want to say anything though. Draco could use all the friends he could get with a home life such as this. You werenโt about to ruin the best friendship youโd ever had over childish feelings. But were they childish? It felt pretty real to you. The heartache you felt every time Pansy threw herself onto him, the pain you felt when he was hurting, the sense of joy you felt when he smiled. It all felt real. Just the same as when he looked at you and the butterflies awoke within your stomach, or when he touched your skin and it felt as if it had burst into flames. It all felt so real.
So maybe it was, or maybe it wasnโt. But youโd probably never know.
โItโs late, I think Iโm gonna go to bed,โ you say, closing your book and uncrossing your legs. You hop off the bed and head for the door.
โNight, y/n,โ Draco says, watching you leave. You leave the room, peeking through before you close the door to smile and look at him one last time.
You head into your own room, grinning to yourself. You were in fact quite tired, so you headed straight to bed and pulled the sheets over you, drifting into a sweet slumber.
โY/n, come on!โ Someone says, running in front of you. Instinctively, you start running after them. Though you donโt know where you are or what youโre running from, you can feel the imminent danger. Youโre running as fast as you can, but it doesnโt seem fast enough. Whatever is chasing you, you can hear it getting closer and closer. You watch as the person in front of you leaps off of the edge of something. When you arrive there, you stop, looking down. Draco is there.
โY/n, itโs okay. Jump, youโll be okay,โ he says. You turn around, looking for what was chasing you. In the distance, you see him. Voldemort. You look back down to Draco and heโs smiling. Heโs reassuring you. You have to jump. You place one foot over the edge, and let yourself fall.
โNo!โ A voice shouts. Youโre being pulled into something, held up by someone. You open your eyes and see the dark lit manor youโd been staying in these last days. Youโre at the top of the stairs, on the floor in Dracoโs arms. Immediately, tears well in your eyes and you begin to sob. Your turn in Dracoโs embrace, trying to muffle the sound.
โShhh,โ he coos, โItโs okay, youโre okay,โ he whispers, pulling you in tighter against him.
โI was- I was running. And then, they- you told me to jump,โ you whimper, thinking back to the nightmare youโd had, and how real it had felt. How real the consequences couldโve been were it not for Draco.
โIt was just a dream, love. Youโre okay,โ he says. He starts to shift, to lift up. He grabs your hands and pulls you up with him and starts to walk towards his room. Your heart is racing, you can feel it pounding in your chest. Draco sits you down on the edge of his bed and walks over to a chest of drawers. He crouches down to the bottom drawer, and pulls out a dark green blanket. Sitting next to you, he wraps it around your arms, warming you. You hadnโt noticed until now that youโd been shivering. You look up to him, seeing him in reality. Your dream hadnโt quite got the likeness of him. You could never recreate him perfectly in your mind. Youโre staring, and you know you are. Draco doesnโt look away, but rather looks between your lips and eyes. Youโre slow to process the meaning of it, after what had happened only a few moments ago. You only realise when his lips brush against yours. Itโs so delicate, more of a question, and you give your answer. You deepen the connection in response, and place one hand in his hair, intertwining it with your fingers, and the other on his thigh. He shuffles closer to you, cupping your jaw either side with both hands. After a few moments, he pulls away.
โWould you like to stay?โ He asks.
โYeah, if you donโt mind,โ you reply.
โI donโt,โ He says simply. You smile. Maybe this was a spur of the moment decisions made by him. Maybe it was a late night mistake. But all of that left your mind as he walked over to the side of the bed, that was clear it hadnโt been slept in, pulled the covers back and nodded his head for you to come over. So you do, you walk over and climb in. He pulls the covers over you before walking around to his side and climbing in next to you. He wraps his arms around you, protecting you from all that plagued you. You can feel his breath tickling your skin, his body moving against yours as he breathes. It wasnโt a mistake, he wanted this. He kisses your shoulder lightly, before drifting into unconsciousness, thinking of you. Thinking about how, with you, he was happy and he was free. Thinking about how you had showed him that life could be worth living. Thinking about how, heโd be in your debt forever and always, and that heโd be happy to pay the price.
And so, you did find out, it was real.
Narcissa retreats from her sonโs door, smiling softly to herself. This, this was what Draco needed. Someone to be there for him, to love him in ways that she had failed to show. In ways that his father had failed to show. She knew that Draco would be okay. From the moment she saw you and Draco together the first afternoon at this house, she knew. The way Draco looked at you, the way he smiled around you. The way he laughed. Sheโd never heard him laugh so much as when he was with you. She canโt remember the last time this house was filled with laughter like that. And Y/n brought it to him, and she would be forever in her debt. What she saw, what she observed, it was real.
omg sorry this is literally from my last celebration, im sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy!! <3
long dialogue: your academic rival theo actually has a soft spot for you
Effortlessly smart, rich beyond measure, and outrageously handsome... Slytherin's golden boy.
Could he get even more insufferable?
While you spent hours trying to wrap your head around transfiguration spells, he simply did them, like it took zero thought.
So when you finally got a score that you knew would rival his, you probed him.
"How'd you do, L/n?" Theo smirked, taking the seat next to your desk. You sent him a glare, and he rose his eyebrows. "Can't be worse than last time, surely." he whispered tauntingly.
"You first." you probed, a faint smile on your lips.
Theo never missed a chance to flirt with anything with a pulse. "Show you mine and you'll show me yours, yeah?"๏ฟผ๏ฟผ he smirked.
"Ugh," you squirmed away. "In your dreams, Nott."๏ฟผ you glared at him, still unable to conceal your small smile.
He grinned, lifting up his paper slightly and taking a peek. He pondered for a moment, before uttering, "98."
"Ha!" you exclaimed, a beaming smile now on your lips. "99! I got 99!" you laughed in disbelief.
"So you did." Theo shrugged, a little too quick to admit defeat. "I guess you're top of the class now." he grinned as he watched you do a small happy dance in your seat.
He couldn't say he didn't enjoy the banter you two shared, but that amusement he found in you was slowly becoming something more. It was like... he cared about you.
"Aw, don't cry about it, Theo." you teased, bringing him out of his trance and back into reality, "Plenty of room for you at the bottom." you patted his arm in faux-comfort.
He chuckled, shaking his head lightly as you wore an adorable smile for the rest of the lesson.
When you weren't looking, though, he unfolded his own paper again, to see a big๏ฟผ green 100 plastered over the front of it.
He knew it'd make you happy if you thought you'd done better, so he wanted you to stay on your cloud 99, simply grinning at your happy humming until class ended.
๐ A Morning Filled With Kisses - Draco loves to spend the Sunday mornings with Y/n. (0.6k)
๐ At Home - After throwing an afternoon tea, Y/n goes into labour and canโt make it to hospital. (0.6k)
๐ Distant - Y/n fears itโs the end of her relationship with Draco after heโs been distant. (0.6k)
๐ ๐ First Love - Draco comforts Y/n when she grows insecure from Pansyโs words. (0.5k)
๐ Gently Sleeping - Draco enters the living room after working in his office to see Y/n asleep with their baby in her arms. (0.5k)
๐ Hello to You Too - Draco comes home from work and wants his pregnant wife to rest. (0.7k)
๐ How Cute - Draco walks in to see Narcissa and Y/n looking through Dracoโs baby pictures, and how Scorpius resembles him. (0.7k)
๐ Hydrangea - Draco gifts flowers to Y/n every Monday. (0.6k)
๐ ๐ Iโve Got You - After having another nightmare, Draco is there to comfort Y/n through it. (0.5k)
๐ Just This Once - Draco and Scorpioโs sneak into the kitchen in the middle of the night to eat ice cream as a pregnant Y/n sleeps. (0.9k)
๐ Late Night - After returning from a late night at work, Draco finds out Scorpius hasnโt slept without his father around,
๐ Lilac-Purple - Y/n is faced with a sleepless morning, and Draco suggests taking a bath. (0.9k)
๐ ๐ My Dear? - After a stressful day at work, Draco snaps at Y/n. (0.9k)
๐ ๐ Needed This - Draco returns home to see Y/n in bed with their kids sleeping beside her. (0.8k)
๐ Perfect - Draco returns to his dorm after classes to see his girlfriend with his jumper on. (0.6k)
๐ Piano Lessons - Scorpius asks Draco to teach him how to play piano.
๐ Purpose - Their son says his first words. (0.8k)
๐ Rainy Night - Draco helps Y/n deal with cramps through cuddles and a movie. (0.7k)
๐ Tantrums - When returning home, Draco helps Y/n when their daughter is having a tantrum.
๐ย What Do You Think? - Draco feels he is ready to have another child with Y/n. (0.9k)
๐ ๐ You Deserve Better - Draco and Y/nโs daughter comes home heartbroken. (0.9k)
โONESHOTSย
๐ย Absolutely Perfect - Draco meets his newborn baby. (1.7k)
๐ ๐ Accepted - Draco has a crush on Y/n, a muggle-born, and is conflicted whether to act on it or not. (2.3k)
๐ Awaiting the Letter - An anxious Draco awaits for his daughterโs letter to arrive to hear which house her and her brother were sorted into. (1.3k)
๐ย Beautiful - Draco comforts Y/n after she feels insecure about her weight. (1.6k)
๐ย Being Loved - Draco had loved Y/n for as long as he can remember, but has his doubts in telling her due to her being a Hufflepuff. (2.7k)
๐ย ๐ย Draco Can Remember - After six years, Draco becomes friends with the girl heโs fallen in love with but only wishes for more. (3.1k)
๐ย Euphonious - Where Draco is fond of Y/nโs singing. (2.1k)
๐ Falling for You - Draco teaches Y/n how to ride a broom, leading to the discussion of going on a date.
๐ Helping Hand - Pansy doesnโt understand why Draco fell in love with Y/n, but once she helps her, Pansyโs views are changed.
๐ย ๐ย Hold Your Hand - Draco had loved Y/n throughout his life, but he struggled to say it. (5k)
๐ I Guess So - After a chaser in Slytherin collapses, the teachers ask Y/n, Dracoโs crush, to step in. (1.9k)
๐ My Soulmate - Draco returns from his Prefect duty to see Y/n asleep. (1k)
๐ No Kisses - Scorpio doesnโt want Draco to kiss Y/n when he returns from work. (1k)
๐ย Overworked - Draco takes care of his girlfriend while she stresses over exams, as sheโs not good at hiding it. (2.8k)
๐ย The Life They Created - Draco spends his usual Saturday morning with his wife, Y/n, and their two sons. (2.3k)
๐ย Then He Kissed Me - Draco asks Y/n to dance at the Yule Ball, and then their relationship follows. (2.2k)
๐ย There for Me - Draco comforts Y/n after finding out she is struggling on her period. (1.4k)
๐ Watching the Sunrise - During their time in Hogwarts, Draco and Y/n enjoy their moments of secretly dating.
๐ย ๐ย When Harry Lost Her - After Harry realises Y/n is in love with Draco, he has to watch their relationship blossom. (3k)
๐ย Youโre on Fire - Draco comes home expecting date night but instead a sick Y/n in denial. (1.8k)
โMINI-SERIESย
๐ย ๐ย Lunchtime by the Tree (2 parts; completed)
Part One ; Draco and his girlfriend keep their relationship secret, only meeting up at times where they could go unnoticed, but Harry and his friends become curious of Y/nโs constant excuses for absence and decide to follow.
Part Two ; After Harry and Y/nโs friendship is at stake, Draco seeks her out to comfort her.
๐ Unconditionally (ยฝ parts; ongoing)
Part One ; After silently loving Y/n for as long as he can remember, Draco comforts her when her boyfriend breaks up with her over important news.
โSERIES
๐ย ๐ย Nice to Me (6/? chapters; ongoing)
Y/n convinces Draco to run away with The Golden Trio and collect Horcruxes to defeat Voldemort.
a/n: I realize that they probably use magic for decorating but weโre just gonna ignore that. enjoy the fluff :/
The large glass windows to your castle cottage were being painted with rain. Winter came quickly, bringing London an icy chill but was somewhat warmed with the holiday season that came along with it.
Draco sat reading a book on the couch nursing a cup of tea, listening to the crackling fire and the pouring rain from outside.
"Draco! Could you help me reach this- oh!" He was by your side immediately, placing a hand to your hip.
"Love, your not supposed to be up and about, let alone lifting anything. You should be resting," he scolded.
"I'm fine, promise, just want to get the decorations down." you replied.
Draco has always been protective over you, ever since you started dating. But then you became his wife, and then his pregnant wife, and that was enough to treat you like you were made of glass.
Your husband smiled, he knew how much Christmas excited you. It was the time of year that you felt everyone was happier and the town was bright with lights.
"You don't think it's too early?" Draco teased.
"Of course not, itโll be here before you know it." you insisted. "Besides we already have the tree, looks a little bare don't you think?"
And how could he deny you of your wishes when you looked at him like that, eyes sparkling with hope and love.
"Right darling, of course." He reached up with ease, lifting down all the boxes labeled with "Christmas" in black marker.
"Why don't we start with the tree and then work our way around the house." Draco thought assuming you were ready to make the tree dazzle.
Agreeing you entered the living room, and opened the box of lights. After checking that the little white bulbs worked, you untangled them and threaded them to Draco as he wrapped them around the tree.
You proceeded to hang up garland on top of the fireplace and through your hallways. Eventually you decided to turn on the record player, to listen to music as you decorated.
A soft melody drifted through the air as Draco spoke, "Come here, dance with me.โ His arms were outstretched inviting you to find home in them.
You hummed a small smile overtook your face as you stepped into him. He hugged your waist and took your hand, gently turning with you.
No words were shared as you danced, not wanting to disrupt the calmness and serenity of the evening that fell upon you.
He leaned down and laid his forehead on yours. His nose bumped with your nose, you giggled scrunching it and placing a soft kiss to his lips.
You then rested your head on his chest as he swayed your bodies, both of you content in your own personal safe haven.
The fire was still burning low and admitting heat into the room. You spent the remaining of the night snuggled together on the couch, sharing a cozy blanket and watching a old Christmas movie.
"Just think next time this year, It's gonna be baby's first Christmas." you smiled, the thought of your little family, and the life you created with Draco bringing more joy to you than anything else.
"Best gift you could ever give me, my love," he whispered kissing your temple.
