Can I request a draco x reader where they used to be inseparable until draco had to distance himself from her when he get marked to protect her. now they reunite as professors, her being astronomy professor and him potions u can make it smut if u wantt but I want tensionnđ©
Oo I like this! I will try my best to add some tension I am fairly new to writing so I hope I can fill your request đ«Ą
Deatheater/professor!Draco
You and Draco Malfoy had once been inseparable.
Hogwarts nights blurred together in a haze of firewhisky, stolen glances, and laughter that echoed through the Slytherin common room. He was always there. Sharp tongue, pale hair glowing under the green light, fingers brushing yours when no one was looking. You attended every party together. Heâd watch you dance until your feet hurt, then carry you back to your dorm when the firewhisky finally won, your face tucked against his neck like it belonged there.
âYouâre going to be the death of me, you know that?â heâd murmur against your hair, voice low and rough.
You thought it was love. Everyone else did too.
After sixth year, Draco began pulling away. First it was small things with him missing study sessions, avoiding your eyes in the corridors. Then it became deliberate. Youâd wave at him across the Great Hall and heâd turn sharply, blonde hair disappearing into the crowd. Notes went unanswered. When you finally cornered him outside the dungeons, he looked at you with cold, haunted eyes.
That was the last thing he ever said to you.
The pain of his abandonment carved deep. You graduated carrying the scar of unanswered questions and a heart that still stupidly ached for him. Years passed. You traveled, studied the stars, tried to forget the boy who once held your hand like it was the only real thing in his world.
As the new Astronomy Professor at Hogwarts.
The Great Hall looked exactly as you remembered it, yet entirely different. You sat at the long staff table in deep blue robes embroidered with silver constellations, trying to focus on the conversations around you. Until your eyes found him.
He sat near the center of the table, posture perfect, that signature platinum hair catching the candlelight like a blade. He looked older with sharper cheekbones, a tired edge around his eyes but still devastatingly handsome. The Dark Mark was hidden beneath his sleeve, but you knew it was there. Youâd heard the rumors.
Your stomach twisted. Hate and something far more dangerous flared in your chest. Before he could sense your stare, you looked away, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
Dinner couldnât end fast enough.
You escaped to your Astronomy tower classroom, rearranging star charts and polishing telescopes with more force than necessary. The silence of the tower did nothing to calm the storm inside you. How dare he come back here? How dare he sit there like nothing happened?
You were still fuming when you finally made your way to your quarters late that night.
The next day went well. Your students loved you, especially the curious first-years who hung on every word about celestial patterns and ancient magic in the stars. By the end of your last class, you were wiping down the large brass orrery when a sharp knock echoed through the room.
âCome in,â you called without turning.
The door creaked open. Heavy footsteps. The scent of expensive cologne and potion ingredients hit you like a curse.
His voice was deeper than you remembered. Quieter. Almost reverent.
You turned slowly, cloth still clutched in your hand like a weapon. There he stood in the doorway, tall, imposing, wearing black teaching robes that made his pale features stand out even more. His eyes, those stormy grey eyes, locked onto yours with an intensity that stole the air from your lungs.
âOh.â You rolled your eyes and turned back to the orrery. âItâs you.â
The way he said your name made your traitorous heart stutter.
âGo away, Malfoy. I donât want to see you.â
You heard him step further into the room, the door clicking shut behind him. The sound felt final. Trapping.
âI know I donât deserve to explain myself now,â he said, voice low. âBut I need you to hear it.â
You laughed bitterly, whipping around to face him. âYou needed to explain years ago. When I was crying in the corridors wondering what I did wrong. When I waited for you like a fool.â
Dracoâs jaw tightened. He looked like he was in physical pain.
âI got the Mark.â The words dropped like stones. âThe Dark Lord⊠he knew how close we were. He would have used you against me. Tortured you. Killed you to keep me in line.â His voice cracked slightly. âI distanced myself to protect you. It was the only way I knew how.â
You stared at him, chest heaving. The confession hung between you like smoke.
âYou could have told me,â you whispered, voice shaking with years of hurt. âYou could have trusted me.â
âI couldnât risk it.â He took another step closer. âNot when your life was on the line.â
The tension in the room thickened until it felt like you were breathing through honey. Anger, longing, resentment, and something hotter swirled between you. His eyes dropped to your lips for half a second.
âYou broke me,â you said, stepping closer despite yourself. âAnd now you think you can just walk back in here-â
âI never stopped thinking about you.â His voice was rough, desperate. âEvery fucking night. The stars you used to show me⊠I looked for them and only saw you.â
You were inches apart now. You could see the faint scar on his lip, the way his pupils were blown wide.
âGet out,â you whispered, even as your fingers curled into the front of his robes.
Dracoâs hand came up, hesitant, then cupped your jaw. His thumb brushed your bottom lip.
âTell me to leave again,â he murmured, voice dark, âand I will.â
Instead, you crashed your lips against his.
The kiss was years of pent-up fury and longing. Teeth and tongue, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise as he backed you against the sturdy wooden desk. Star charts fluttered to the floor.
âYou hate me,â he growled against your mouth, nipping your bottom lip.
âI do,â you gasped, tugging his hair hard enough to make him groan.
Draco lifted you onto the desk with ease, stepping between your thighs. His mouth moved to your neck, sucking marks into your skin like he wanted everyone to see.
âThen hate me while I fuck you,â he said, voice wrecked. âBecause I canât stay away anymore.â
You moaned as his hands pushed your robes up, fingers digging into your thighs. The tension that had simmered for years finally snapped, angry, desperate, and devastatingly good. His lips found yours again, slower this time, almost reverent, even as his hips rolled against yours.
The stars outside the tower windows watched silently as two broken souls finally collided.
Draco didnât waste another second.
His mouth claimed yours again, hungry, punishing, like he was trying to erase every year of silence between you. You kissed him back just as fiercely, nails digging into his shoulders through his black robes. The Astronomy tower was quiet except for the sound of your ragged breathing and the faint rustle of parchment falling to the floor as he shoved everything off the wide oak desk.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this,â he growled against your throat, teeth grazing your pulse point. His hands were everywhere, sliding up your thighs, pushing your deep blue robes higher until the cool air hit your skin. âEvery time I saw you in the halls back then⊠fuck, I wanted to drag you into an empty classroom and ruin you.â
âThen why didnât you?â you hissed, yanking his belt open with shaking fingers. âInstead you left me like I was nothing.â
His answer was a low, broken sound as he shoved your robes up to your waist. One hand slipped between your legs, fingers pressing against your already soaked underwear. You gasped sharply, hips jerking forward.
âBecause touching you would have gotten you killed,â he whispered hotly against your ear. Two fingers pushed your panties aside and slid into you without warning. âBut I dreamed about this tight little cunt every night.â
You moaned loudly, head falling back as he curled his fingers deep inside you, stroking that perfect spot with practiced precision. The years apart hadnât dulled his memory of your body. If anything, he seemed even more desperate now, like a man starved.
âDraco-â His name broke on your lips as he dropped to his knees in front of the desk.
He ripped your panties down your legs and buried his face between your thighs. His tongue was relentless, lapping at your clit, sucking it into his mouth while his fingers kept thrusting. You gripped his platinum hair hard, grinding against his face, anger and pleasure twisting together until you couldnât tell where one ended and the other began.
âYou taste even better than I remembered,â he groaned, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. He ate you out like he was trying to apologize with his mouth, messy, filthy, perfect. When your thighs started shaking, he doubled down until you came hard on his tongue, crying out his name as stars burst behind your eyelids.
You were still panting when he stood up, lips glistening with your release. He kissed you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, while he freed his cock from his trousers. He was rock hard, flushed dark, and leaking at the tip. The sight made your mouth water even as fresh anger flared in your chest.
Draco gripped your hips and pulled you to the edge of the desk. âLook at me,â he ordered, voice rough.
You met his stormy grey eyes as he pushed into you in one slow, deep thrust. The stretch was exquisite, almost too much after so long. You both moaned at the same time, foreheads pressed together.
âFuck⊠you feel like heaven,â he breathed, starting to move. His thrusts were deep and punishing, hips snapping against yours as the desk creaked beneath you. âSo fucking tight. Mine.â
âIâm not yours,â you gasped, even as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. Every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you, making you see stars that had nothing to do with Astronomy.
âYou are,â he snarled, biting down on your shoulder as he fucked you harder. âYouâve always been mine. Even when I couldnât touch you.â
The tower filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, your broken moans, and his low curses. He reached between you to rub tight circles on your clit, driving you toward the edge again. Your second orgasm hit even harder than the first, walls clenching around him as you cried out.
Draco followed right after, burying himself deep with a guttural groan as he came inside you, hips stuttering through the aftershocks.
For a moment, everything was quiet. Just heavy breathing and the distant hoot of an owl outside the tower windows. His arms stayed wrapped around you, face buried in your neck like he was afraid youâd disappear.
Then reality crashed back in.
You pushed at his chest until he stepped back, his softening cock slipping out of you. Quickly, you fixed your robes, ignoring the way his release was slowly dripping down your thigh. Your hands were still shaking.
Draco watched you with a mixture of satisfaction and heartbreak in his eyes. âY/N⊠stay. Please. We can..â
You cut him off by stepping down from the desk, legs unsteady. You looked at him one last time, flushed cheeks, messy hair, lips still swollen from your kisses, and felt that familiar ache twist in your chest.
âI still hate you,â you said coldly, voice steady despite everything.
Then you turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving Draco Malfoy standing alone among the fallen star charts and the heavy silence of everything left unsaid.
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