Hi :) I was wondering if I could request a Draco x reader where the reader is a Hufflepuff and they're in a relationship. Angst and then slight fluff at the end? Just as realistic as his character would be during a fight. thank you!
us against it all.
summary : does love prevail?
pairing : draco x fem reader
prompts : i’m here. I know that’s not enough, but it’s all I got.
don’t leave me. don’t you dare leave me.
notes : angst, with slight fluff
a/n : hi @suzuyaspuddingcups m sorry for delaying the request. M travelling currently and hence it has been really hectic to write down fics. I started working on this as soon as I got the time hope you like it!
“you might want to give up on this easily, but I cannot and I will not Draco. I simply won’t have it.”
“For once in your life, why can’t you listen to me. I’m doing this for you. I don’t want you to die in front of me, I don’t want to live in a world without you. Don’t you get how hard it is for me too?”
Here’s a glimpse of it, I’ll complete the entire fic in a day or two!
summary : dad¡draco giving his daughter's boyfriend "the father talk".
pairings : mom reader x dad draco , hints of cassie malfoy x albus potter¿
quotes : n/a
notes : fluff, so much fluff | kissing
"Cas, he's here." "be there in a minute, mum."
you shook your head before walking towards the door, a smile on your face. "good evening mrs malfoy. how have you been?" "please, call me y/n. and I'm doing great. I hope harry and ginny are doing well too?" Albus simply nodded, stepping inside.
"why don't you wait in the library, cassie will be down soon." you led albus to the library, giving him a smile before leaving to see what your daughter is up to.
albus browsed through the shelves, awestruck. he loved to read and the malfoy's library was his and cassie's favorite spot. it was theirs.
draco had come in the library at that precise moment. he had hated potter in his hogwart days, but now it was all 'water under the bridge' and he loved found potter's son admissible.
"good evening potter." albus was startled by the intrusion but nonetheless kept a straight face. like father, like son. "good evening mr malfoy." Albus found Draco a bit intimidating but he had come to terms with it. After all, Draco was his crush's best friend's father.
Draco realized that he could have a "chat" with the boy regarding his darling girl. He had seen how Albus had looked at her, it was the same way Draco used to and still looks at you, with utmost love and desire, a fire that once ignited can't be extinguished.
But he knew how boys were, and he wanted to let the boy know the consequences of any.. actions if they were to occur.
"Albus, have a seat. I wish to talk to you about something rather consequential." Albus gulped, his adam's apple bobbing hard. He felt his palms get clammy and legs stiff, as if he had committed a crime. Maybe he had, but he didn't know?
Albus took a seat at the chair which was placed near the coffee table at the centre of the room. His eyes looked around, darting back and forth rapidly to avoid the scrutinizing gaze of Draco.
Draco couldn't help but stiffle a laugh at the boy's obvious demeanor. He did not wish to traumatize the kid but simply warn him.
"I've seen how you look at my little girl albus, I know that look. If you are dating, I hope you know that if you make her cry, if I see her upset over your stupidity, I won't hesitate to hunt you down and kick your ass as the muggles say, and uh." Albus had a look of sheer amusement and surprise on his face. Him? Dating Cassie? There was no chance she'd say yes.
"Mr Malfoy actually-" "Did I allow you to speak?" Draco slightly glared at the boy in front of him who started stammering and declining profusely. "Anyways, what else was it that y/n's father said to me..." he whispered in a hushed voice, trying hard to think of the intimidating warnings y/n's father had given him.
"yes i-" "I think that's enough love. albus, cassie is at the door, you can leave." Albus gratefully nodded responding in affirmative before leaving in a haste.
Draco started to chuckle at his retreating figure, moving forward to encircle his arms around your waist. "I think I did a good job with that don't you think y/n?" "you almost gave the poor boy trauma and besides, draco, they're not together."
Draco let out a sigh, a hint of a smile ghosting his lips. "Well aren't they oblivious souls?" "Just like we were once." You grinned at him before he leaned in and kissed you passionately, warmth spreading through your body in his waking touch.
"Um first of all gross. and secondly, I'm leaving I'll be back by-" "10.30. you should be back in the manor by 10.30." Cassie groaned before protesting, managing to convince the two of you she'll be back by 11.
"Stay safe, bye."
"Well Mrs Malfoy, it's just us now, what if we have some fun of our own-" "I haven't even left yet. Jeez dad." Draco turned red with embarrassment while you couldn't help but left out a laugh.
Summary : you’re right back where you started. is this an end or a new beginning?
Pairing : jj maybank x reader
Quotes : “if I know what love is, it is because of you.” “i thought you’d be here.”
“you’re the only one that matters.” “don’t push me away again.”
Notes : angst | hurt/comfort.
Part 3 will be out tomorrow! I couldn’t sum it up in just 2 fics so mini series?
it’s been weeks.
weeks and yet you can’t move on. you didn’t even expect yourself too, you were in love and it’s easy to fall in love but hard to fall out of it.
You haven’t been completely miserable. You life going forth as if your breakup was a minor bump in the road. You didn’t let yourself spiral down the dark empty road, when you knew you had no one to pull you back out.
Jj was handling it worse though. He didn’t exactly express what he felt, finding it hard to explain, to even form coherent sentences when he came to think of the mess he seemingly made.
Were things meant to go south? No. But did they? Fuck yes.
He knew he was being a dick. But you can’t exactly blame a teenager, one who was dealing with shit that kids his age were kept away from, to differentiate between protecting the one you love and shutting them out?
He did what he felt was best for your sake, but boy was he wrong.
Everyday, your lives worked in parallel. The one link, the one knot that binded or converged the two of you seemingly faded away, like dust settling on top of an old book, blown away without a second thought.
A party. The ultimate source to drown your sorrows but getting shit drunk and dancing your troubles away.
You didn’t decide to dress up much. You weren’t going there to reel in guys but rather lower your defences for just one night, to be carefree and let go and have fun with your clique of friends. full kook.
“Jj you coming to the beach later yea? Oh m not asking m “ordering” you to join us.” Jj couldn’t help but roll his eyes at kies comment. He wouldn’t lie, she could be very persuasive and do whatever shit it takes to get things done her way. He hated and liked this about her, all at the same time.
It was almost 8. The party might’ve already started, the beach crowding with a suffocating amount of teens, who has lopsided grins and were, well, horny out of their minds.
Jj hopped into John b’s Twinkie, feeling slightly better and humanly after week. Keyword slightly.
By the time they reached the beach, people had already arrived. The kooks the tourons and the pogues. The teens did know how to party.
“Yo Pope, stop staring at kie and gimme a hand with this keg man.” John B couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the look on popes face. “Not cool man, not cool.” Jj grinned at pope before taking the kegger to one of the rocky stands, giving them enough grip to place it down.
You arrived with your kook girlfriends, almost a min after Jj and his pogue gang. You knew he was here, you had seen John b’s twinkie when you arrived.
You sighed, internally debating whether you should go and let loose or go back and snuggle in the warmth of your blankets with a Jane Austen novel in hand.
Fuck it. You weren’t gonna leave just because of some teenage emotions. You were here for your sake, not his.
Taking in a deep breathe you head on went in the middle of the group of sweaty teens dancing carefree. Something you were sure you’d achieve in the next few mins.
Aliah, one of your friends, had bought u some hard drinks, not the drugged kind but enough to set a haze by just a few sips. You knew no matter what, you couldn’t get blackout drunk, not when you had no one with you or your friends if you can even call them that.
With that, you let yourself get lost in the rhythm trying to shake off the feeling of being watched.
Jj has seen you, the second you had stepped foot on the beach. It wasn’t like he was searching for you but rather that he simply… found you. just like he had all those months ago.
You were tired. Mentally physically emotionally or was it at every level? you didn’t know. But you did know what would help you. The waves.
You pushed past people and made a beeline towards the beach, hoping to drown out the loud music with the calming sounds of the crashing waves.
Jj followed you. For your sake? Maybe. For his assurance? Probably. He wanted to talk it out with you. He wanted to let you know what he felt. He couldn’t just let you slip away. So if that meant he’d have to follow you like a creep, he would.
Huh hi okay. It’s 1.23 am guys I need sleep but 😔😔😔💔💔💔💔.
Part 3? Fuck yes. Tomorrow? maybe. I should stop typing, yes.
Anyways, I hope you guys like this filler of sorts :))
summary : draco has feelings for the reader, however they’re asexual.
requested : yes
notes : fluff
a/n : this is my first request and the first time I’m writing about a different sexuality altogether. I hope you like it:) this might be a bit long enjoy!
The air smelled of expensive liquor and firewhiskey, the room covered in dim green and red lighting.
The slytherins were known for their parties, never missing the fun. It was the only time where all the house rivalry was kept aside, mostly because everyone was too drunk off their asses to even notice.
In the corner by the bar, stood a blonde haired boy. The dull light reflected upon his mob of blonde hair, making it noticeable amongst the crowd.
Draco Malfoy, stood alongside his friends, talking and laughing without a care in the world. His eyes were scanning around to find the familiar y/h/c haired slytherin. The one who made him feel things he never bothered to pay attention to before.
“We’re going to be late y/n. Never mind we’re late anyways but move your ass faster.” Pansy whined looking at you from her bed in your dorm. “Yes, yes I’m almost done let me just-” you smoothened your hair with your hands, not bothering to style it. “There let’s go.”
Pansy looked at you with a goofy smile, eyeing you up and down. “You look so hot. You should dress up more often, rather than wearing those,” she eyed the pile of clothes on your chair pointing at them with a weird look. “Whatever that is that you wear.”
You let out a chuckle, shaking your head at Pansy being Pansy. “Now now pans, weren’t we getting late?” “Yes let’s gooooo.” Pansy whooped all the way down the stairs.
The second draco saw you enter, he couldn’t help but stare. There you were, looking gorgeous as ever. Your hair wild but it complimented your face well, the sage green dress hugging your body at the right places. He couldn’t help the butterflies flood his stomach, a soft smile playing at his lips.
The second you entered the common room, Pansy held your hand and made a beeline to the bar, dragging you along so you don’t lose her.
“Pans, as thirsty as I am, these heels really aren’t the best choice to run with, slow down.” You spoke as loudly as you can hoping she heard you over the loud music. “What? you saying something?” never mind.
As soon as you reached the bar, Blaise handed you your shot glasses. “There. What took you so long?” Pansy looked at you with an accusing look and you couldn’t help but laugh.
Your laugh. The one that sped up Draco’s heartbeat. The one he had grown to adore.
You saw Draco eyeing you from the corner of your eye, so you eyed him back. The second he saw you looking, he looked away, a slight tint of rose on his porcelain skin.
A tiny smile broke out on your face, and before you could react, Pansy dragged you to the dance floor. Her hands on your hips, you swayed with her and the music, feeling the effects of the alcohol.
Draco couldn’t take his eyes of you. He had always taken interest in you, your quick wit, your kindness, your humour. Everything about you pulled him towards you. He was entranced.
“She’s out of your league mate. No one in this room deserves her.” Theo spoke from beside him. Draco wanted to bite back with a reply but he knew it was true. You were too good for anyone here. However that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. He looked at Theo and downed his drink, giving him a shrug before joining the crowd of sweaty teenagers in the middle of the room.
It wasn’t too hard to spot you and Pansy. Screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs and giggling around.
Draco came up behind you nodding at Pansy asking her silently to let him dance with you.
Confused as to why pansy stopped, you turned around to find draco standing, the smell of his cologne filling your senses. It was a good contrast to the sweaty mushy smell around you.
You smiled at him before pulling him in and dancing. He was a bit reluctant at first but the look on your face made him get lost in the music too.
You don’t know how long you danced with him, but you knew your feet would give out from under you any moment and you were thirsty as fuck. Everything seemed hazy around you, the room spinning a little.
Draco seemed to sense it as he grasped your hand and strung you along with him. You thought he might lead you to the couches, however when he started to change his direction towards the dorm rooms, you came back to your senses, your stomach churning.
You believed draco, knowing he wouldn’t do anything wrong or hurt you in any manner, but with the amount of firewhiskey you both had, made you think a bit differently.
He opened his dorm room and led you in, entering right after you. You turned around to speak, only to realise the lack of space between the two of you.
“I- um.” You couldn’t form coherent sentences, feeling out of place. Your entire body was throbbing, making you alarmingly aware of everything around you. Draco picked up on your nervousness, the way you looked at anything but him, fidgeting with your fingers.
He placed a finger under your chin making eye contact with you. “Hey hey it’s okay. What’s wrong?” He looked into your eyes trying to find the reason behind your discomfort.
You took a step back and sighed. “It’s um. It’s just that I-.” “Go on love.” “I’m asexual draco. I um I do like you, it’s just that I don’t wanna rush into anything and it’s hard for me- what why are you smiling?”
Dracos face softened at the way you spoke. “Believe it or not, I didn’t bring you in here to do anything. You seemed tired and I just wanted a quiet place to talk you know.” He couldn’t help the blush rise to his cheeks. The warmth spreading through his body, the effect of the alcohol or you he wasn’t aware. (Pretty sure it was you.)
You smiled back, your eyes crinkling as you looked at him. Your insides felt warm and fuzzy, the effect of the alcohol or him you weren’t aware. (Pretty sure it was him.)
“Do you wanna get changed cuz I might have extra clothes from the last time you and Pansy came over.” You nodded, asking him where they might be kept. He handed you a tiny pile, which you took with yourself to get changed.
By the time you came out from his bathroom, Draco was sitting on the bed, the silk sheets now creased, a book in his hand. You had to admit, he looked pretty adorable in his reading glasses. “Never thought you’d be the one to read a romance novel.” You said pointing to the book in his hand.
“It’s one of my favourites to be honest. You should read it sometime.” He grinned looking at you.
The night was one of the most memorable ones for you. You and draco talked about everything and nothing, from your childhood memories to your deepest fears, to the funniest events that ever happened. You couldn't pinpoint exactly when you fell asleep but he did too.
Pansy was worried sick, she knew you were smart enough to take care of yourself but that didn't help calm her nerves. She looked around the room, sparing one last glance before deciding to go to the guys dorm, somewhere you and Pansy were used to crashing, never alone though.
She silently crept inside, whispering your name. The room was dark, the only source of light was the faint glow of the moon, entering through a tiny slit in the curtains.
She couldn’t help the huge grin that broke out on her face. There you were, in Draco’s embrace. One of his arms was hugging your waist, both of your feet tangled with each other.
She took out her disposable camera and snapped a picture, leaving after taking one last look at your sleeping figures.
You woke up with a slight headache the next morning, immediately realising you weren’t in your room. You felt some weight on your waist, soon making it out to be Draco’s arm. Turning around, you looked at his sleeping form. His hair fell over his eyes, silent breaths being drawn by him. He looked beautiful.
“Good morning love.” he rasped out, slowly fluttering his eyes open. “Good morning to you to.” He nuzzled in closer to you and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his aloofness. Your chest reverberated with your laughter and Draco couldn’t help but join in.
Upon getting out of bed, you saw a Polaroid along with a small note attached to it, kept on the bedside table.
“You guys are cute<3 also, don’t leave me alone with Blaise and Theo ever again. They’re annoying when drunk.” -pans
You beamed, showing the Polaroid to draco, who shook his head chuckling.
The moment you saw your group in the great hall, they all couldn’t help but tease you guys. Draco sat down beside you and interlaced his fingers with yours under the table. You looked at him with a tiny blush adorning your cheeks, he which he smiled softly.
Pairing : jj maybank x reader | slight rage x reader
Summary : I don’t know how to summarise but angst. sm angst.
Prompts : 3. "this is breaking my heart."
21. “I’m sick of missing you when you’re right here.”
Notes : Angst | Crying |
UPDATE : PART 2 to WISH is uploaded!!
“Where were you jj?” “I uh I got caught up with the pogues. We found a lead y/n/n. We are closing to the gold than before. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.” “Oh. It’s okay.”
“Where were you jj?” “I was with kie, she needed me.. a fight broke out with her parents and-” “it’s okay.”
“Where were you jj?” “I lost track of time. I was with the pogues and we have all been busy with the gold and we just needed time you know?” “I understand it’s okay.”
It wasn’t. It really wasn’t.
It had become a vicious cycle. A never ending nightmare. An unending loop. You were tired to say the least. Tired of being sidelined. Tired of being left alone. Tired of crying in the confinements of your blanket, your only source of comfort were the memories of what it was like once.
A few months back.
“Jj- jj stop”
you couldn’t help but giggle at the aloofness of your boyfriend. The two of you were out on the beach at 6 am, deciding it had been a while you had surfed and finally wanted some peace.
“You know y/n, I bet you can’t ride the next wave, I think it’ll be too big for lil y/n/n.”
“I’ve had my fair share of rides J, big ones might I add.” You smirked and started laughing at jj’s wide eyes.
Nevertheless, you started swimming towards the oncoming wave, wanting to prove jj wrong.
As soon as the upsurge came, you gained control in an instant. A feeling of pride swelled in your chest, looking the jj, who was looking at you with utmost admiration.
“What do you say now huh J? Got anything to a- your words were cut short as you slipped on the board loosing your balance. Within a second, you were under the tranquil blue sea.
“Y/n!? Shit.” Jj started swimming towards you as fast as he could. Screaming you name like a prayer, he frantically looked around to see you. Even a glimpse would help ease his frenzied mind.
“boo!” You emerged out from under the waves behind jj, who couldn’t help but hug you tight, as if you were to slip away like sand. “Jesus y/n. I thought I lost you.”
The look in his eyes made guilt twist in your guts. “J, hey look at me. I’m never going anywhere. You will never lose me. Got it?”
You pressed a longing kiss on his lips, wrapping your legs around his waist. looking in his eyes, you foreheads touching, you whispered, “besides, you’re not going to get rid of me easily.”
You let out a light laugh, the sound jj had grown to love. “You’re never going to lose me either y/n/n.”
Right? Wrong.
Present Day
He stood you up, for the third time this week. You weren’t having his excuses. His half hearted apologies, his guilt ridden eyes. The way the apologies spew out of his mouth. Like glazed honey.
You had had enough. Enough of the overshadowing, enough of the pain.
You left for the chateau, ready to confront the love of your life. You stepped right in the house. Jj almost looked in a hurry, as if he was late for something, probably your date.
“Jj. I wanna-”
“y/n you’re here. I’m sorry I completely lost track of time and I was about to leave and-” “stop, jj.”
“It’s okay, that’s what I always say right? That it’s fine and that I understand? Well I don’t know if I do anymore Maybank.”
He had fucked up. He knew he had. He could see the hurt he was causing you. How you smiled a little bit less, how you looked distant. He was too caught up in himself and the pogues to notice that you were a part of his life too hell you were his life.
“Why do you keep shutting me out? It’s not only the dates jj. It’s everything. I feel like I haven’t seen you in months. I’m sick of missing you when you’re right here. I don’t know what we are anymore.
All you can talk about is the gold. The gold, the gold, the fucking gold. Have you ever, even for a second thought about anything else? About how I feel sidelined when all of you leave me be? This is breaking my heart Jj. I might not be a pogue jj, but I’m a human and I feel. So no, it’s not really okay.”
At this point, jj didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t that he couldn’t bring you around because you were a kook, the pogues loved you and even kie and Sarah were kooks. He just wanted to keep you safe, to keep you away from the pain and the danger. But it seems he had pushed you too far. That in the sense of protecting you, he hurt you more.
“Y/n I’m sorry. I just- I love you you know that right? And I was doing this to protect you. I just-”
“I don’t think I can do this anymore J.” It was almost a whisper, an inaudible phrase, but jj heard it. Loud and clear as if it had been announced on a microphone, the speaker being to its maximum volume.
“What- what do you mean?” “You know what I mean J. Please don’t make me say it and make it harder than it already is.”
no no NO. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go about. This couldn’t be the end of your relationship. Jj loved you with every fibre, every fucking nerve in his body and he never knew how he could live without you.
"this time, it's me who's sorry jj." and with that you left.
You broke down as soon as you exited the chateau. a million thoughts racing through your mind, of whether or not it was the right thing to do. but you also felt a sort of relief. a selfish part of you was happy to be free from the never ending turmoil.
it would take time, to heal and to grow. but you will emerge out of the pain, and you are sure that Jj would too.
Summary : after a few stressful weeks without your boyfriend, you spend some time together.
Prompts : 1. I’m so in love with you
13. You’re warm. My hands are cold. There’s an obvious solution here.
Notes : fluff, cheeky comments.
You were exhausted. With the exams around the corner the previous week, you didn’t take a breather working as much as possible to get perfect scores in all your lessons.
Draco too, didn’t have the time to sit around and have a sweet chat, just the two of you. The only time you spent was stealing kisses in the great hall or walking each other to class, whenever you had the time.
After 2 weeks, you finally had the time to breathe, rejuvenate yourself, and collect your thoughts. You had spent the day near the black lake, walking around with your slytherin gang, it was truly calming, laughing without a care after so long.
You decided to spend the night at Draco’s dorm, snuggling by his side, breathing in his scent. Oh how you missed him. His touch, the loving gaze and the words of admiration, filled with nothing but love.
The second you stepped in, he engulfed you in a hug, spinning you around with a love struck look on his face. You couldn’t help but let the hearty laugh escape your lips, those plump lips draco wanted to kiss badly.
“Hey love.” He finally spoke, gently placing you on the ground, never letting go of your waist. “Hey you.” You smiled goofily. He hugged you again, his head in the crook of your neck.
“I missed you, so much.” His words were muffled but they felt as clear as day. You pulled him back, stroking his cheek. “I missed you too, but more so, I missed your bed.” You started laughing and pulled out of his grasp running around his room like a toddler.
“Oh you little freak” he chased you before finally catching you, letting the two of you fall on the bed, his hovering above you.
He looked into your eyes, and smiled. The same damn smile you had fallen for, the same smile which never failed to make you miss a heartbeat.
“I’m so in love with you y/n y/l/n.” He leaned in to leave a chaste kiss on your lips, which you lovingly welcomed. You ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him in closer then before, your bodies almost melting as one.
Breathless, you pulled away. “I’m so in love with you too Draco Malfoy.”
you pulled him beside you, snuggling into his arms. He left a kiss on your forehead, breathing in the smell of your shampoo.
It was chilly. The Slytherin dorms were known for their cold atmosphere, the dungeons never doing justice.
“It’s so cold in here.” You sighed against his chest, snuggling in deeper leaving no room between you.
“How are you so warm dray?” You whined against his chest. “You know, you’re warm. My hands are cold. There’s an obvious solution here.” You smiled wickedly.
“y/n. whatever you’re thinking I don’t- Jesus y/n” draco squealed. You had placed your ice cold hands inside his sweater, the coolness of your fingers sending a chill down his spine.
“You little monster.” Draco couldn’t help the laugh escape his lips. He got up and started smothering you with kisses.
You had everything you wished for, and you couldn’t possibly want anything more.
Summary: Draco breaks up with you to be with Astoria but he still doesn’t leave you alone. (post-war, 8th year)
A/N: ngl - this is a bit dramatic
Words: 1.5k
Warnings: angst, mentions of sex but not many, not proof-read
It’s the glances that slowly kill you.
You can live with the cold shoulder treatment. You can live with the way he pretends he has forgotten your name as if he didn’t moan it into your ears just weeks earlier. Merlin, you can probably even live with his snarky remarks and the insults that he of course never directly addresses to you because if he would, he’d admit to knowing you. He’d admit to sharing the deepest and darkest parts of his soul with you between his black satin sheets.
You can live with that. After all, he is making it easier to hate him when he is behaving like the stupid brat you once met eight years ago. Oh Merlin, you want to hate Draco Malfoy so much.
A/N: Just pretend Amortentia has a reversal spell, please! I'm really, really proud of this fic. I hope you love it as much as I do. Enjoy! <3
Summary: After spending her whole life feeling she's undesirable, Y/N is pleasantly surprised when Draco's friends warn her about his feelings for her, which she wishes to return in full throttle.
Warnings/content: Cursing, angst, fluff, Fem!Reader, Slytherin!Reader, cheating (I guess, but not really), kissin'
Word count: 4.55k words
THANK YOU TO @divvision FOR THE DIVIDERS! ALL CREDITS GO TO THEM!
"I'm so in love with you, I can't stand it." Cedric said, his usually vibrant complexion pale and sickly-looking.
"I have eyes for someone else." Y/N said, noticing the group of Hufflepuff boys watching her from afar, laughing their asses off. "Ced, would you do me a favor?"
"Of course. Anything. You name it." Cedric gripped onto Y/N's fingers, almost squishing them.
"Could you drink this for me? It's a special tea blend I made. I just want to see how it tastes." Y/N said, handing Cedric a tiny bottle that she always had handy, made to reverse the effects of Amortentia.
Immediately, Cedric snatched the bottle, chugging it desperately as if to prove his love to Y/N.
In an instant, Cedric's skin tone was back to normal, his eyes were less crazy, and Y/N was no longer receiving the attention she craved.
"Y/N?" Cedric asked, smiling sweetly. "Are you alright?"
Y/N's eyes were pooling at the thought that the rest of her years at Hogwarts would be the same. She'd gotten used to the fact that nobody would want her - that she was undesired and uncoveted, and she was okay with it. That is until she discovered her old elementary crush on a certain blond Slytherin returned, this time passionate and more potent than anything she'd ever felt before. Just to her luck, he was engrossed with the idea of ever being with her, as she believed most people were.
"Of course." She smiled, nodding her head. "You just took a reversal of Amortentia potion." She said, pointing to the capsule in Cedric's hand. "I think your friends thought it would be funny." She said, peering behind the boy's tall figure to gesture to them.
"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry for the bother. I'll talk to them." He said, starting to walk away.
"No! Please don't. Just keep it between us. Just say you snapped out of it or something. And don't worry, I won't tell Cho." Y/N laughed, smiling for the first time in a while.
Cedric's eyes softened, feigning a smile that vaguely hovered over compassion. "Sure, Y/N. See you in class." He waved.
"... in class." She muttered, heading back up to her dorm, probably to wallow in self-pity.
As she entered the common room, Y/N was met with a constant obstacle she'd tried to avoid as much as possible - Slytherins. Although she was one herself, Y/N's always said she's felt considerably misfortunate to be placed in the house and would feel much better in a different one.
"Hey, Y/N, you look as ghastly as ever." Draco sneered as she entered the common room, looking to his friends for approval. They'd seen the way she looked as low as possible. Besides, Y/N had never been anything but mindful of the group. Pansy smiled sympathetically, fighting the urge to use a curse on Draco. Theo shot both Draco and Y/N a look of concern, watching her face heat up. Blaise looked sadly at her, wishing he could stop his mate but knowing it'd only add fuel to the fire.
Y/N ignored her crush's comments, eternally cursing herself forever for falling for someone as malevolent as Draco. Then, right as she was about to pass them, Draco gripped her wrist tightly, holding her in place. She shut her eyes, hating the fact that she craved his touch, even when like this.
"Don't ignore me." He spat, waiting for a response from Y/N, who looked like she would fall apart if he had kept her in the common room any longer.
"Draco, please don't even try. I already feel horrible. Take a break today. You've done enough." Y/N said, her voice cracking at the end. She didn't want to relinquish or give up, giving Draco satisfaction, but she was so tired.
Draco immediately let her go, looking at her disgusted and worriedly. Still, Y/N's heart broke at not being able to detect not even a flicker of comfort in his eyes. She rushed to her dorm, tears now spilling out of her eyes. As she was about to reach the door that led up to the girls' dorms, the person she loathed most came out, snobby head held up high. "Gonna cry, Y/N?" Astoria asked, making her way over to Draco to give him a way-too-long kiss on the lips.
Exhausted, Y/N turned around, facing the group. "Go get laid." Y/N insulted, cheeks stained from two lonely tears that had not had the comfort of being let out in privacy. Her voice sounded congested, a clear tell that she was, without needing to say it, drained.
Gasps escaped the group, surprised that she'd just stood up to the Slytherin Queen. Pansy managed to stuff down a giggle, but Theo couldn't contain his infectious laughter. Astoria, extremely offended, probably because that was something Draco couldn't bring himself to do, pulled out her wand. "You'll pay for that one, bitch." Astoria threw a tripping jinx at Y/N, but Y/N deflected the jinx, throwing it right back to her.
Y/N rolled her eyes, sighing. "Your persistence will be your downfall." And with that, she was gone into her dorm, finally able to cry.
Y/N woke up hesitantly a few hours later, eyes still heavy and red, to the sounds of Astoria and Draco having an argument - the fifth one this week. Y/N closed her eyes tight, trying to stop the thought: If you were with me, you'd be so much happier.
"But Dracy!" Astoria said, letting Draco into hers and Y/N's shared dorm. "Please! We haven't done it in so long!"
"I don't intend on it, Astoria. Remember, we're only supposed to keep up appearances." A cold voice said, earning Y/N to blush furiously in her fake slumber. "Is she asleep?" Draco's footsteps made their way to Y/N, who beautifully laid in her bed. The night was dark enough to cover up any signals that showed she'd been crying, but Draco knew well enough. He blew on her eyelids and watched as they twitched, nodding to himself at the knowledge that she was eavesdropping.
"Yes, of course, she's asleep!" Astoria said, looking like she was about to murder both Draco and Y/N for once again, taking away Draco's attention from her. "What do you mean we're only supposed to keep up appearances?" She asked, her voice pitched high and nasally.
"I would never choose to marry you." Draco said, watching as Y/N "shifted" in her sleep to hear the conversation better. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"You... you mean you don't love me?" Astoria said, backing away, a few steps from going into a fully blown spasm.
"No. In fact, there's little I'd love more than to never have to see you again." Draco answered, his voice coated in anger. Y/N had never heard him this ruthless. That night, she'd made the decision - she was moving on from him. From Draco, from his evil ways, from the way he spoke to her when in the company of others. She was done.
With that, Draco stormed out of the room, closing the door softly so as not to wake Y/N.
Y/N went to sleep that night, more relieved than anything. For years, she'd tried to convince herself that there were faults in her love for Draco. This time, she'd gotten the last confirmation she needed.
Y/N awoke, forcing back a massive grin from taking over her face. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, she was truly happy. Y/N got ready swiftly, making her way to the common room to grab an early breakfast.
"Good morning, Y/N." Pansy said politely, gathered with Blaise, Theo, and Draco in their usual spot.
"Good morning." Y/N nodded, smiling joyfully.
"You're not usually up this early." Blaise mused, smiling to himself at Y/N's newfound happiness.
"I am! I just wait for the majority of the house to be gone before going down." Y/N said, not wanting to come off as rude in saying that the reason she's not down that early is Draco. She ignored him, waiting for him to say something, but when he didn't, she didn't seem to care much.
"Well, we won't hold you up for too long." Theo said, almost laughing at the smile on Y/N's face. "See you later, Y/N."
"Bye!" Y/N exclaimed, waving her fingers before walking out the common room.
She was so proud of herself - possibly more than ever before. I have so much more power than I thought.
Walking (more like strutting) to the Great Hall, she stumbled into two people she would never be upset to see - Fred and George.
"Well, lovely morning to you, Y/N." Fred said, eyeing her up and down in confusion to her atypical pep.
"Indeed it is." She beamed. "Good morning, George." She smiled, knowing he struggled with feeling like a separate identity from his overshadowing twin, Fred.
"Good morning, Y/N." George said feebly, waving at her shyly.
"What are you two doing up so early and not eating?" Y/N asked, her eyes almost sparkling.
"Well, we had an idea for a prank, and it's quite time-sensitive." George whispered.
"You should go off, then. See you later!" Y/N said.
"And remember-" Fred started.
"You didn't see us." George said, wiggling his fingers as if he was a ghost.
Y/N laughed, zipping her lips and throwing away the invisible key.
Excited for the new day, Y/N made her way to the Slytherin table, enjoying the lack of students at that time in the morning. She served herself breakfast, eating her favorite foods that were usually already taken when she came downstairs.
Classes went by swimmingly for Y/N. That is until Professor Trelawney decided to give away free palm readings.
"Miss Y/L/N! Would you let me read your palm?" Trelawney asked, holding out her hands to hold Y/N's in hers. Y/N looked to George, who was paired up with her for the day. He nodded excitedly, which cause Draco to roll his eyes as far up as he could.
"Not at all." She said, offering her hand resting her elbow on the small circular table.
Trelawney traced the lines of Y/N's palms, occasionally asking her to answer some personal questions. She hummed in acknowledgment of Y/N's answers. "Well, my girl, I see you've had an unfortunate life so far." The professor said, watching Y/N's smile fade for the first time that day.
"I wouldn't say that." She tried to smile again but couldn't. "I mean, people have it worse, you know?" Y/N asked, ignoring every set of eyes that were now looking at her intently.
"That's no justification, Y/N!" Trelawney said, placing her hands on her hips sternly.
Then, a ghost that often frequented Trelawney's classroom spoke up from behind Draco. "Not at all! That's like saying, "Yeah, I died, but at least it wasn't from a heart attack!". How barbarous! What else does her palm say, Sybil?" The ghost asked, floating over to Y/N.
"Well, your love line is long. I think you've had your eyes set on someone for a while but recently found that they're not worth your attention anymore. Something of that sort. Is this true?" Trelawney asked, peering over her glasses.
"Uh... yes." Y/N smiled, delighted that her own self had now become her number one priority. At this, Draco had the realization. The reason she was so pleased today was that she'd gotten over him. He resisted the tantalizing thought that told him to get up and apologize for having a stick up his ass all the time, but that his reasoning was valid to him. A small gasp escaped Pansy's lips at this realization, too.
"Do you have something to add, miss?" The ghost turned to where the superior Slytherin group sat in the corner of the room.
"No. Just a thought." Pansy trailed off as she let Y/N's palm reading continue.
"Lastly, for your life line. Your life will be highly prosperous. It doesn't feel like it right now, and I'm sure you doubt me, but believe me on this. You have more to give than most. Just remember that sometimes people will ask for second chances. And sometimes it's best to see where those second chances go." Trelawney said, closing up Y/N's palm and returning it to her. "Good luck, my dear." She smiled fondly, concluding the reading and starting with the day's lesson.
"Was it true?" George leaned over, thoughts racing around in his head.
"It was." Y/N nodded. "It was Draco." She whispered. "I feel so much better now that I've let him go." She smiled brightly. Her eyes wandered around the room, momentarily grazing Draco's gaze. She took a deep breath and centered herself. She was done with Draco, and she was done with his shit.
Still, she couldn't help wanting to stare into his eyes a little longer. This is going to be a little harder than I anticipated. Y/N thought.
After the class was dismissed, George escorted Y/N out of the class, rolling his eyes as Fred winked at the two of them. "I want to take you somewhere." George said abruptly, interrupting the comfortable silence they'd created between each other.
"I want to be taken." Y/N mused. "Where to?"
"Wait, I need to figure out how to ask you first." George said, which earnt a laugh from Y/N. Now stopped in the middle of the hallway, George pulled Y/N off to the side so she wouldn't get trampled. "Y/N," George said, conjuring a bouquet of flowers. "I know it's fast, but would you like to go on a date with me?"
Y/N grinned from ear to ear, her smile faltering as Draco stared daggers at her from behind the redhead. She gulped down a lump threatening to form in her throat. "I'd love little more." She said, laughing as George bent down to hug her.
George accompanied Y/N to the library, where she had study lab, but George had Potions. "I'll see you at dinner." George said, pressing a kiss to the crown of Y/N's head. "Keep that smile on for me." He whisper-shouted, leaving the library.
Y/N opened up her book to study but couldn't help but feel overflowed with joy. "Y/N." Pansy interrupted, taking a seat at Y/N's table with Blaise and Theo.
"Hey, guys." Y/N smiled, closing her book, interested in why they chose to sit next to her.
"Hi." Theo said. "Listen, we have to ask you something, but you have to promise to be as honest as possible." Blaise widened his eyes, annoyed at Theo's abruptness.
"Not that you owe us anything!" Blaise exclaimed defensively. "We'd just rather hear this from you before we jump to conclusions."
"Hear what?" Y/N asked, tilting her head and quirking a brow.
"Was the guy that you gave up on Draco?" Pansy asked quickly, letting her words spew out as if to soften the blow of them. It didn't work. Y/N looked like she'd been hit in the chest with a million knives.
"...Yes. Figured it was time." She said sadly, returning to her book out of embarrassment. The three shared a look, each of them grimacing. "Why? Was I not supposed to?" Y/N asked nervously.
"It depends on how you feel about what we're about to tell you next." Pansy said, her voice faltering.
"Y/N, Draco is in love with you." Theo said, leaning over his crossed arms that were resting on the table.
"Oh, okay. I understand." Y/N said, holding up a finger to tell them to wait a moment. Then, as if it were her duty, she slammed her bag on the table, making the three slightly jump. "Where is it?" She mumbled to herself, searching through various vials that were organized in her schoolbag. "Found it!" She said proudly, holding up a small bottle that read, "Anti-Delusion Potion." Since Y/N was used to being the center of impractical jokes, she always had spell reversal potions handy.
Blaise's eyebrows furrowed as he watched Y/N hand Theo a light blue drink. "What? Y/N, we're serious!" Blaise exclaimed so loudly that Madam Pince almost threw them out.
"Seriously joking, or...?"
"Ugh!" Theo sighed, holding his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince with blue eyes," Theo said, making Y/N flinch at the thought of his gaze earlier today. "is in love with you. He has been in love with you since first year."
"How can I know you're not lying or not under some kind of spell?" Y/N asked nervously, rubbing her arm up and down.
Pansy changed her seat from across Y/N to next to her. "Y/N, listen to us, please." Her tone had changed from frantic to firm. Her arm stretched over the back of Y/N's chair. "I don't think I've ever seen him this desperate. He wants you to know, and he's tried to tell you so many times, but,"
"He fucks it up." Theo said.
"Every damn time." Blaise shook his head, frowning.
Pansy nodded before turning back to Y/N. "We took this page from his diary. He left it open on his bed." Pansy handed Y/N a wadded-up piece of paper.
"His mistake." Theo smirked, which made Y/N laugh.
"Go on, open it!" Pansy reassured Y/N.
Y/N did, and in the letter was the most beautiful penmanship she'd seen. She's read Draco's handwriting before, but it'd never been like this - never so calculated and perfect. It almost looked like he traced from a textbook.
My beautiful Y/N,
I write this letter hoping that maybe writing my feelings will be better than mumbling something incoherent to you, hoping you'll catch it. I have had feelings for you since before I could remember. Just recently, those feelings have spiraled into something even more profound. I can't hold it in anymore. Every time you walk into a room, I feel like singing. Every time you look hurt, I feel a thousand times worse. You fulfill me just by breathing. I could watch you watch grass grow and be forever fascinated. Please forgive me for everything I've said to you. I crave your touch more than anybody else's. I crave your company more than you could ever imagine. I write all of this to say - I love you so much. I love you more than every star in the sky and with every fiber in my body.
Yours,
Draco Malfoy
"So he likes me?" Y/N finally asked, peering back at the letter.
"Yes, in fact, he's in love with you. It's in the letter." Theo said, growing restless at Y/N's incapacity to understand that she was more than worthy of being loved.
"My heart feels like it's about to explode." Y/N smiled brightly, forgetting her promise to herself to get over and forget Draco. "So, what do I do?" Y/N sighed. "He's still with Astoria."
"This is where we all disagree." Pansy explained. "I think you should respond to him on the other side of the letter and turn it in to him during class or something. Or perhaps on top of the Astronomy Tower!" Pansy smiled brightly. "It's so romantic there." Her hands clasped together, holding them close to her head.
"I think you should straight up tell him. We'll keep him busy and make sure Astoria is away, so you have enough time to properly tell him." Blaise said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Oh, right, like he'd ever let down his guard!" Theo protested.
"Like your idea is any better! And he would let down his guard if he was with Y/N alone." Blaise pointed out, which made Y/N heat up.
"Yeah, tell Y/N your splendid idea, Theo." Pansy snickered, glancing over at Blaise, who was stifling a chortle.
"I think you should wait for him to tell you." Theo said, crossing his arms defensively as Pansy and Blaise couldn't resist bursting into laughter.
"Out!" Madam Pince said, sharply pointing her finger to the door.
"No," Pansy said through deep breaths. "please, Madam Pince, we'll behave." Madam Pince didn't say anything. Y/N took the opportunity and opened her mouth to speak, but Blaise interrupted.
"He's probably having a neurotic break wondering where we are right now." Blaise joked. "You choose what you do, Y/N. We won't judge or blame you - even if it's Theo's idea."
"See you, Y/N." Theo smiled, placing an arm on Y/N's shoulder before leaving with the rest of the group.
Days had passed, and Y/N was still wondering what she would do about what she'd just recently found out. She didn't know how she would explain it to George or what she would tell Draco when he asked how she knew. She didn't know anything, and it was bothering the hell out of her. Uncertainty was her enemy. Most things in Y/N's life were absolute - most. She definitely didn't count on Draco's unexpected and indirect love confession.
It had been thunderstorming in Scotland since Y/N had that talk with Pansy, Blaise, and Theo. The weather was a true reflection of her feelings at the moment. Instead of shying away from the rain, she basked in it and the convenience it held for her.
One day, a Wednesday, after her last class of the day, Y/N decided to go out onto the Quidditch field to watch Slytherin practice.
It was only until she'd settled into her spot on the bleachers that she remembered the captain, Marcus Flint, called off practice because of the violent storm headed to Hogwarts.
Right when she realized it, the dark gray clouds that loomed above her turned darker, and it began to pour. Sighing and too tired to leave, Y/N stayed there, bringing her hands up to pull her hood on. Y/N sat at the bleachers staring at the Quidditch field, remembering the first game Draco won. He gave his snitch to Astoria, and for the first time, out of heartbreak, Y/N cried.
"Y/N?" A voice yelled from across the bleachers where a tall figure stood. Y/N didn't have to be a genius to conclude that it was Draco. He frequented the Quidditch field perhaps more than Madam Hooch, the Quidditch referee.
The tall figure became more prominent as it walked over to Y/N. Her theory was confirmed. The blond stood there for a few seconds before rushing down to sit down next to Y/N, pulling her by the waist to sit under his umbrella.
"Hello, Draco." Y/N smiled as he removed her hood and ruffled up her hair playfully. "What are you doing here?" She asked, admiring how disheveled he looked.
"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" Draco laughed, his chest still heaving from the sight of Y/N in the cold rain.
"Just contemplating." Y/N said contently, her hands in her laps, watching as the rain got even more intense.
"Do you mind if I ask what?" Draco inquired, placing his arm behind Y/N's body, resting close to but not touching her hip.
"You." Y/N grinned.
"Oh, yeah? And what about me?" Draco said, now smiling as wide as possible. He loved moments like this with Y/N but had unfortunately gotten used to having very little of them.
"You're a tough shell to crack." Y/N said, shoving Draco to the side.
"Am I?" Draco mused.
"Mmhmm." Y/N hummed, staring back at the Quidditch field.
"Y/N."
"Yeah?" Y/N asked, enjoying the moment and hoping she wouldn't ruin it.
"If I told you I was in love with you right now, what would you say?" He asked, nervously picking at his nails and fiddling with the handle of the umbrella.
"Well..." Y/N said, scooting closer to Draco. "I'd tell you," Y/N grabbed Draco's hand and held it to her heart. "that I was in love with you, too."
Draco smiled softly. "You are?"
"I don't know, you haven't told me anything yet!" Y/N beamed.
Draco laughed to himself, looking down before looking into Y/N's beautifully Y/E/C eyes. "Y/N?" He said, holding Y/N's head in his free hand.
"Yes?" Y/N said lightly, hearing her heart punch out her chest.
"I'm in love with you." Draco said, pulling her face closer to his.
"Draco?" Y/N asked.
"Yes, Y/N?" Draco responded, stopping himself from grinning.
"I'm in love with you, too." She whispered against his lips.
Then, without so much as a warning, Draco closed the gap between them, taking in all of Y/N's air as if she was his lifeline. Y/N felt as happy as Merlin would allow her to be without shattering into tiny little pieces on the ground. But, as the kiss escalated, so did Draco's need to touch Y/N more. Y/N anticipating this, took the black umbrella out of Draco's hands and gently tossed it across the floor. Draco brought his large hands up to Y/N's face to caress her cheeks softly, but Y/N was one step ahead of him. She leaned forward, causing Draco to lay on his back onto the bleachers. Y/N straddled him, never taking her lips off of him, even when he held her waist so tight that she ran out of air in her lungs.
"I've waited for this longer than you know." Draco breathed in between each little kiss Y/N peppered across his face. He and Y/N accidentally drank some rainwater between their amorous kiss and were almost out of breath.
"That makes two of us." Y/N laughed, pressing another breathless kiss to Draco's lips. The two laid together on the floor, a heaving mess, clinging to each other as much as possible. "I. Love. You." Y/N said, kissing both of Draco's cheeks and ending on the tip of his nose.
"I love you more." Draco laughed, letting a few tears spill out of his eyes before Y/N kissed them away.
Out of nowhere, the rain stopped, something unusual for Scotland, especially at this time of day. Then, as if an angel was descending, the clouds made way for the sun, which shined so bright that Y/N and Draco were forced to look the other way. In that direction, a rainbow more beautiful than either of them had ever seen stood. Y/N looked at Draco, who was already staring lovingly at her. She smiled, letting Draco press another long kiss to her lips.
"I don't think I'll ever get tired of this." Y/N said.
"My heart feels so full I feel like I'm going to erupt." Draco laughed, loving and cherishing the beautiful sight he had in front of him.
"Me before you." Y/N said simply, throwing herself onto Draco, who held her lower body to his own. He kissed her again, not able to resist the comfort and love she provided him with, murmuring sweet nothings in between each kiss.
Y/N didn't bother looking at the rainbow again. She'd already found her precious pot of gold and silver lining right in front of her.
note: sorry i havent been keeping up w requests and everything, school has been hoppin on my dick lately so i barely have time😩 take this angsty blurby instead🖤
based off of this comment ^^
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“i don’t see why you keep trying,” draco sighed, drumming his wand against his thigh, staring out his window.
“because draco, do you not get it? i love you,” y/n pleaded.
“you know how much those words mean to me and you just keep throwing them around like they’re nothing. just give up,”
“i’m not throwing them around like they’re nothing. why are you doing this to yourself? to me?”
“quit playing the fucking victim,”
draco knew she wasn’t. guilt was boiling in his stomach, he was pushing the love of his life away... well... because he cheated. used pansy parkinson as a distraction while he tried to fix rhe vanishing cabinet.
“i’m not, draco. you know, i’m getting pretty sick and tired of this; the constant arguments, you pushing me away, and just, everything,”
“then leave,”
“i don’t give up that easy malfoy, you should know this by now,”
he knew. he knew very well.
“can you just fucking go? i’m tired of hearing your voice. tired of seeing your face everywhere i go,”
no he wasnt.
“i just want to help you,”
“help me with what huh? don’t try to help me. you don’t help,”
those words pierced through y/n’s heart like a fucking arrow.
“you don’t mean that,”
“and you know that how?”
he didn’t. not at all.
“i’m tired draco. i’m sorry i couldn’t help you. i’m done,”
the tears building up in y/n’s eyes finally broke through as she turned on her heel to leave draco’s dorm. she shot one last look at draco before harshly swinging the door open and leaving.
a/n: i wrote this in about 20 mins lol- also this is based off my ice cream angst idea with draco (i’ll do a better one later)
summary: draco was just so damn cold that you had to leave him.
wc: .6k (666)
warning(s): yelling, arguing, toxic relationship, draco being a manipulative mf, narcissist and insecure!!
reblogs are appreciated!!
NAVIGATION
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He was so damn cold. His skin against yours felt like ice- slowly burning you. He no longer brought the warmth and comfort that he used to. Instead, with every glare he threw at you, you were seared with such coldness, to where it burned you and he was blinded to it. Only you could see the marks that he left on you, because they were within.
Within you.
You kept them hidden, your mouth shut. You didn’t have the energy to yell, talk, or scream back at him, you took it all. You swallowed it whole, taking it all in.
Yet again another day has come where he brought and carried the depth of his darkness, dragging you along with him.
You sat on a chair, legs crossed, eyes almost closing from boredom. He was yelling at you again.
“Why are you so fucking dumb! How do you forget to pick up my order?” He barked, and you didn’t even flinch. You were so used to this already.
Where did he go?
The boy you fell in love with during your fourth year? The boy who’d give you his coat when you shivered in the slighted way, pecked your lips at every chance he got, craved for your skin on his? Where did he go? It seems like he had vanished into thin air— a ghost. Had his soul left his body and now you were left here with his physical form and another had taken it upon themselves to possess it?
You fell silent, as you always did.
Silence.
He loved yet hated it.
He loved the silence, letting it consume him— but when it consumed him too much, he needed you to bring him out. Or else the silence would ring in his ears, taunting him with every mistake he had ever made.
But you wouldn’t be there to pull him out anymore.
You were done with him, “You know what, I’m over this Draco. The yelling, fighting, lies— What do you want from me?! I’ve been there for you all these years, just to get treated like this! I am done.” you barked out, tears brimming your eyes, for the very last time.
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That was the last time Draco had seen you, you had completely disappeared from his sight. His heart ached at the thought of you, yet warmed at the same time. It tasted so bittersweet on his tongue. He loved you and he still loves you.
You were everywhere.
Everywhere he went he saw you, but in reality he truly didn’t. What he saw were the broken memories that were to never be mended again.
He thought you leaving was all your fault, not his. He was in the wrong, he always was. He was blinded by his own toxicity and couldn't see through it. It was fogged by his own insecurities.
She left on her own account.
I never did anything wrong,
Did I?
I was a good husband.
He was for a while, until his insecurities began to eat at him. They ate him whole and alive, there was no way anyone was putting a stop to it. It wasn’t possible, well that’s at least what he thought.
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You warmed him up on the coldest days, you were his flame. No matter how deadly the cold he was bound to let out was, you were there to defrost it. You kept him tucked under you, your arms wrapped around his figure as he nuzzled his face underneath the crook of your neck. But you weren’t there. He was left to die, freeze in his own bitterness and sorrow. His body shook from the cold, he called your name out begging for the flame you would ignite and all for him. His eyes scanned all around for your figure, that was until he saw your flame, lit up for another. There was no answer back to his calls, screams, and cries for help.
Summary:Your in a arranged marriage with another man, but your ex draco malfoy made everything bloody.
huge tw=Blood
Warning: Yandere!draco, a dagger, and murder. h/n = his name (the man you marry lol) the graphic stuff are under "🔪"
Voldy didn't exist here.
Everything was white, you weren't exactly happy how your parents made you break up with your boyfriend, a small feeling of relief was bubbling up your insides, draco had been acting strange. They made you marry another man. When you told your parents that you couldn't do it, they threated that they'll disown you.
Now you were walking down the aisle, marrying the man you don't even know. You saw draco watching under the shadows lurking. Merlin knows what he was planning.
As the boring babbling continued from the priest, and it was time. Time for you to say the vows. You stare at him blankly, as he finished saying his vows it was your turn. Everyone's eyes shifted
You didn't even practice your vow. You just made up some stupid vow that meant nothing. "Any objections?" the priest scanned the room making sure. And then a pale man raised his hand.
"I object." he said sternly. Everyone gasped, I mean it was rarely objected, it was Pureblood to pureblood what was wrong with that?
Whispers and murmurs began to fill the room it was draco malfoy why would he object?! Your parents began to glare at him. He began walking down the aisle, like some maniac. And grabbed something on his pocket.
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Holy shit! It was a dagger! You thought. Everyone began to back up looking at the scene. Scared what might happen. He walked close to h/n and said "Don't you even think about her." Then stabbed the dagger on h/n's stomach. Everyone began to leave and scream. The children were crying, the best man's were shocked, they knew they couldn't leave the poor man alone, but all of their wands were outside for safety purposes.and draco litreally had a dagger!
You backed up from draco looking at him terrified. "D-Draco?" you stuttered, you were in utter horror. "Your mine now, no one can come over us." he cooed stepping closer. Blood was on his left hand and the other was the dagger.
"Please D-don't hurt me!" you backed away when he flinched. "My, my.. Darling I'll never hurt you my love. Now come here or else." he said in a sweet and harsh tone.
You slowly came to him, your breathing was heavy, you were in fear, if you made a wrong move then it's over for you. "I love you." he kissed you, now your white gown was full of red blood.
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warnings: cheating, angst, sexual content but barely
inspired by: the other woman by lana del rey
a/n: i had this in my drafts for awhile. there’s no actual physical characteristics specified about the male so you can imagine whoever you want, but i’m going to put it under draco in my nav.
Your nails were painted a rich red. A similar color to the wine you held in your other hand, swirling the liquid inadvertently, while watching the front door with a vacant stare.
Your hair fell down in perfect curls, flowing down your back. There was not one flyaway, you made sure you looked perfect.
The living room was clean, every side desk glossed and carpet vacuumed. And your bedroom the tidiest, bed made and not one thing out of place.
He liked it clean.
It was refreshing. A contrast to the kid toys scattered around the floor and stains of who knows what on furniture, in his home.
You had vases of flowers in each room.
Pink camellias in your bedroom.
Belladonnas in your kitchen.
Daffodils in your living room.
All for him. Always for him. Everything you did was rewarded with his satisfaction and growled praises.
The door rattles, a click, wind flowing in as it opens.
You remember the day he asked for a copy of your house key. It caused your chest to swell with adoration, thoughts of him coming over more flooding your mind.
A smile appears on your face, lips tugging upwards at the sight of your temporary lover.
His eyes were tired, bags forming under, but he still gave you that breathtaking grin. The one that tugs at your heart strings. The one you would do anything to see. The one he always gave at the sight of you.
He looks around the living space as he walks further in, relief flooding him with the change of scenery. A place he can be someone different, feel younger and carefree.
After, he meets your eyes. Intent clear on his face, one you always obliged.
It didn’t take long for him to drag you into your bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind. Making his own mess. He liked that, messing up what you fixed. Leaving you to fix it yourself after.
He always kissed you with desperation, drowning himself in lust. He dragged you down with him, sometimes so far it was hard to see the surface.
He kissed you like he was trying to forget. Trying to forget about the other woman at home. The kids waiting for him to tuck them in for the night.
That specific thought almost made the guilt override every other feeling.
Almost.
When he landed on the bed, he flipped you both over, letting you straddle his hips.
He liked when you were on top. He liked making you do all the work, only choosing to give you what you wanted when you were begging and close to tears.
He guided you down slowly, letting you adjust. His hands were running all over you, like you were a sight to see— to feel. It made your heart flutter.
You admired him as you slowly relaxed around him. The way his skin looked as the moon shined, it’s glow casting on him from the window that faced him. How his eyes seemed darker in the dimmed room. He looked so different from the man you would see outside. He looked like he was made for you in the confinement’s of your bedroom.
And when he felt you melt into him, he picked up your pace. Urging you faster, guiding your hips, until all you could hear was the creaking of the bed and his skin meeting yours.
He kissed your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin, leaving you covered with love bites. You wished to return the sentiment, but you knew you couldn’t.
You wanted to cover his neck with your bites, to display the possession you had towards him. You wanted to leave your nail indentions on his shoulders as you rode him. You wanted to leave every mark you could. You wanted him to go home to the other woman with you carved into his skin, your scent flowing through his veins. But you couldn’t do that.
So you focused on the sounds he made instead.
He was always vocal, letting you know that he loved what you did to him. Loved the way you made him feel. Loved what your body could do.
When all you could to was pant heavily, not able to form coherent words, is when he finally met your thrusts.
Holding your waist with one arm around your back, another circling your clit slowly, he thrusted up into you harshly.
And when you were crumbling apart and him on the brink he let you know how good you were for him. My good girl, only mine, you’re always so good for me.
His. You were his and he was— he was yours. In some way. You were sure if it, convinced yourself enough to quiet those usual running thoughts.
He would hold you after, a hand running through your hair as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Ones you’d play again in your head until he returned to you. Until he would come and make another mess.
He would leave, placing a kiss to your forehead and a promise of see you soon.
And then he’d returned to the other woman. To the one who held his last name. Who held his ring. Who had held his kids. To the one who held all his love, a love you were not capable of holding no matter how much you tried.
Yet, she was not the other woman. You were. You were the lonesome mistress. Desperately grasping whatever you could get from the man who occupied another.
You stare at the pink camellias. Longing.
When you get a glass of water from the kitchen, you stare at the belladonnas. Silence.
And when you pass the living room, you stare at the daffodils. Unrequited love.
You cry yourself to sleep, alone. Always alone.
And when you wake up, you fix the mess he made of you. Alone.
