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FREAKY SLYTHERINS

In which the slytherin boys (Mattheo, Lorenzo, Theodore, Draco and Blaise_ and their famous girls (Y/N, Daphne, Astoria and Pansy) aren't just the deadliest friend group...but also a friend group that fucks each other on the down low.

(Please note it begins as suggestive mentions of smut and more group dynamic, but it WILL be going into smut soon and I will write beside it if it includes actual full-fledged written smut. Reader will have more of a liking to theodore (like fully confesses love type liking)

PART1- INITATION NIGHT - Where Y/N sits with the friend group at a party and begins her initiation with Theodore (who knew it would be so easy?) (SUGGESTIVE)

PART2- WORDS BEHIND WALS- It's been two months since Y/N joined the group, let's see just how she's doing...and just how easy miscommunication is when she thinks the boys are talking about her behind her back! (HURT/COMFORT)

PART3- NO NUT NOVEMBER- The boys partake in no nut November, the girls are determined to break them. (SMUT- THEODORE)

PART4 - SUPER RICH KIDS - In which Y/N finds it hard to keep up with the rich hobbies of her group. (SUBTLE HURT/COMFORT)

PART5- SWEET AND SOUR - When the sweetest boy of the group gets stressed and doesn’t want to bother, you make sure to relieve him (SMUT- LORENZO)

PART5- THE YULE BALL AND THEODORE NOTT'S BROKEN HEART- Every year for the Yule Ball, the girls go with the boys. Even before they turned into what they are now, as good friends they’d all go. Now that you’re here, you think Theodore might ask you, but the girls tell you he’s never asked anyone. So, you end up going with Cormac, but this won't end like you expect it to, nor does anyone else.

PART6 (CONTINUATION TO PART 5)- NEVER FUCK WITH US OR OUR GIRLS - When you get back together with Cormac, and Adrian Pucey and Astoria fall in love, the group deals with their betrayal, and Theodore and Draco realize they have lost their girls. However, a certain trio thinks something is off...

PART 7- SUPER SOAKER- When Lorenzo makes you squirt for the first time, the other guys decide to step up their game. (SMUT- ENZO AND MATTHEO)

PART 8- BEST OF BOTH WORLDS- Once again, you and Lorenzo are studying for your exams, just your in a state of not giving a shit and cuddling with Theodore while Lorenzo suffers in his dorm. That's when Theo decides you'll BOTH relieve Lorenzo... (SMUT- THEO AND ENZO)

PART9- JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY- You get asked out to a party by none other than Draco's enemy, Harry Potter, and after discussion, you decide to secretly go, but you weren't as secretive as you thought you were. (SMUT- DRACO)

PART 10- WHO WOULD THINK OF SNAPE?!- When the group first started, the boys told you the safe word was Snape- because if your mind EVER went to Snape during sex that's clearly saying how bad it was. You've gone almost a year strong without using the safe word, but everyone reaches their limit.

PART 11- BIRTHDAYS SUCK ANYWAY- The group seemingly forgets your birthday

PART 12- SHARING IS CARING- Mattheo and Theodore are best friends, they share everything, and often, that means you and Daphne. (SMUT)

PART 13- PURITY (TABOO)- When the boys find out your a muggleborn, you begin to think it's over- what would they want to do with a dirty mudblood like you? But to them, the only difference is you just don't have enough pureblood cum in you, and lucky for you, your boys are all purebloods.

PART 14- OWNED- The boys tease Enzo for always being so desperate for you, so Y/N shows them that she could realistically ruin any of them by ruining the dominant of the group- Mattheo.

PART 15- MOVIE NIGHT! - You all have a movie night in the common room, but with Blaise and Theodore at either side of you, this won't be a normal night under the blankets.

PART 16- GAME NIGHT- It's the end of the week, all the stress from tests and homework and stupid essays leaving your bodies as you all spend time in the common room. Then Blaise suggests a game of UNO that turns the night around VERY fast. (special because it's an orgy. NO DAPHNE)

PART 17- SPECIAL CHAPTER- The girls and you must go an entire school day with vibrators attached to your pussies that the boys control.

PART 18- Brat taming with Draco and Blaise

PART 19- Theodore and you wonder who fucks Lorenzo the best? And when he can't choose, you both spend a whole week ruining him.

PART 20- How each of the slytherin boys do aftercare

PART 21- How Slytherins party, (or more how freaky the boys get with you and the girls by taking shots off you all)

PART 22- You get jealous seeing a girl flirt with Theodore all night long, and instead of thinking about sex (for the first time ever) you begin to wonder about your relationship with Theodore, especially once you both graduate (FLUFFF, some hurt/comfort)

PART 23- Christmas at Hogwarts but everyone chooses to go home- except Mattheo, given Potter killed his dad during the second war just a year ago, and you, since your parents don't give a shit about you. Wonder how that's gonna go (ANGSTT, hurt/comfort, realized reader and mattheo don't have a lot of normal scenes)

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Im your density I Theo Nott 💫

-In which a random new student seems to stop at nothing to get you and your long time crush Theodore Nott together -

Inspired by Back To The Future and lowkey West Side Story!! ( set in 1997 ) I had so much fun writing this and I truly hope you enjoy! xxx

The halls of Hogwarts buzzed with excitement. students clamouring from class to class , desperately trying to escape the bitter cold outside . You couldn't believe it was already December , and it only truly felt real once everyone began bringing up the yule ball. You couldn't wait for the ball , getting ready with your friends , drinking and of course the dance itself. There was one issue though , you didn't have a date. Now normally you wouldn't care about having one, ultimately because all the guys you've been with have been nothing but scrubs , but considering the fact that everyone else in your friend group did , you found yourself feeling slightly like the odd one out.

You were sat in the dining hall , your friends rambling on about dresses and herbology homework when all of a sudden , Mattheo Riddle began approaching your group with a mischievous grin on his face. " How are we tonight girls?" he asks , his words clearly laced with an ulterior motive . after a few minutes of back and fourth with you and your friends , Mattheo turns his gaze directly to yours " still strugglihg to find a date Y/N?" he asks , chuckling slightly " How could you tell.? " you reply dryly , chuckling back " Don't you worry about me Matty, im fine with ... flying solo" you cringed immediately at your own words , you couldn't even try to sound convincing . " Ok then ... just so you know , Nott doesn't have a date either " He says slyly . You found it incredibly hard to believe that Theo Nott , the most handsome boy in your entire year , didn't have a date to the ball . It didn't help much that you had been absolutely smitten over him since first year . And it wasn't only because of his ethereal looks , you loved everything about him , like his laugh , sense of humour and his kind nature despite being best friends with ... Mattheo.

It all started years ago on one of the most humiliating nights of your life , your first ever Slytherin party . The night was off to great start , you and your friends bonding with your other classmates , boys making complete embarrassments out of themselves , and you found yourself actually having fun . Things took a turn when someone (Enzo Berkshire) suggested playing spin the bottle . You had never played before , or even kissed a guy for that matter , so it truly was going to be a night of many firsts. So there you were , sat in a circle , shoulder to shoulder with the rest of your new classmates . One by one , people would spin the bottle and shuffle into the broom closet with whomever their spin landed on . the more you thought about it , the weirder it was . why did everyone seem to get such a pure sense of entertainment ( yourself included ) when a random duo would go kiss awkwardly in the dark? Nevertheless, it was your turn . Slowly , you reached forward towards the empty beer bottle and spun it , a drum roll eminating from your peers . Eventually , the bottle stopped , right infront of Theodore Nott , the cute boy you caught yourself staring at for the entirety of the train ride to Hogwarts . Your cheeks blushed red as everyone around you cheered and whistled . " Go ahead lovebirds " Draco called out as Theo shot you a timid smile .

" We don't have to do anything if you don't want to .." Theo said , breaking the deafening silence between the two of you . " No , No I .. want to .. im just ... thinking" you sputter back anxiously , the truth was , you had never kissed a boy before , despite having told all the girls in your dorm you had. It's not like you never wanted to kiss someone , You had actually tried to kiss a boy in your class at your leavers disco but your efforts were rudely interrupted by one of your teachers. You edged closer towards him , the words your roommate and new best friend Pansy had shared with you the night before echoing in your mind " boys love a bold girl , I read it in a magazine once" she exclaimed , she then continued , rambling on " You know, all the boys in Dracos friend group have kissed like ten girls at least! " not sure how she knew that but .. maybe she was right , you began convincing yourself to abandon your nerves and to just go for it , to utilise the confidence your one shot of stolen vodka from the confiscation cupboard had given you and to just rip the plaster straight off like all the girls of Theo's past had done before . Theo looked up from the ground , clearly noticing your efforts . he scanned your anxious face intently , then your neck , your jewellery catching his eye. "Nice necklace " he says , pausing to reach out and touch the bling carefully , his hand gentle " Its funny , my mum had one just like this " he says softly , a genuine smile gracing his face. " Thanks Theo " you say , flattered by his compliment , his kind words giving you all the confidence you needed to finally kiss him . " So , how are you enjoying the par-" you lunged towards him , kissing him passionately . You quickly pulled back , embarrassed by your sudden movement " Im so sorry! I should've asked you before I did anything! its just Pansy told me guys like forward girls and I- " you rambled on " Its ok Y/N , seriously! you just .... caught me by surprise , thats all " He cuts you off , attempting to calm you down and chuckling as you sighed out of relief. You two were both so adorable but so , so awkward . "I guess im just more of a .. by the book type" he says reluctantly " By the book?" you ask , chuckling softly " You know what ... why don't you just try me ag-" Right as Theo was about to finish his sentence , a sudden pounding noise rang out against the door. " Times up you two!!!" Daphne called out , and that was the end of your chance encounter.

Since then , four years have past and its been nothing but small talk and timid smiles between you two . Luckily , your friend groups were in the same social circle , which gave you the utter joy of watching Theo flirt with a new girl every single weekend , ouch. So with every shot you took before a night out , you convinced yourself that that night would be the night , the night where you would put that liquid courage to use , and finally rekindle your dwindling flame with Theo. but instead , you always found yourself getting with a boy who you had nowhere near as much adoration for as you had for Theo . He truly had bewitched you ( no pun intended ) , body and soul , and you had no idea how you would ever get over him.

" I'll keep that in mind" you reply sarcastically , a faux smile painting your face . Mattheo winks at you , staring at you with his typical shit eating grin " well , I'll leave you lovely ladies to it ." you cringe at the nickname " Oh, and before I forget , make sure to check out the new boy in potions tomorrow , apparently he's a real catch" Mattheo says sarcastically as he winks , making you all laugh , which he takes huge pride in " what's he doing joining our year halfway through December ? " Pansy asks inquisitively " Merlin knows , Enzo says he came running into the common room asking what year it was!" Mattheo exclaims , laughing out loud before making his way back to his seat .

" Y/N? Y/N?" Professor Sprout exclaims , making you jump suddenly . " Your wanted in Professor McGonagall's office young lady , nothing serious im told " why on earth would McGonagall want to see you? Look , as long as you got the chance to miss class , you were happy. You stood up and made your way to her office , straightening your skirt and tucking in your shirt in the process . " Ahh , Y/N Y/LN , have a seat! " McGonagall said , greeting you with a warm smile . Despite McGonagall addressing you directly , there was one thing that was pulling your gaze away from her focus , well , one boy. There , sat infront of her desk was a tall, handsome, blue eyed brunette who was staring up at you as if he had just seen a ghost . You sat down next to the boy , anxiously fidgeting with the hem of your skirt before looking at your headmistress . " Y/N , this is Jude , he's a new student here at Hogwarts!" She says gleefully . You turn to face him , reaching out your hand " Hi Jude , im Y/N" you say , smiling at him as you watch him scan your face . " h-hey- hi !" he coughs out , as if he had just been snapped out of a trance . His startled demeanour makes you chuckle , there was something so unusually endearing about him. " So Y/N , I would love it if you could show Jude around , help him get to know the others in your house , etcetera " you smile up at her , flattered at her request " Course! Id be happy to!" " Splendid , well I'll leave you both to it! Oh and Y/N , he requested for you to show him around specifically .. do with that what you will " she says , voice low enough for only you to hear , making you chuckle lightly

"So , how are you liking Hogwarts so far?" You ask the boy , the two of you sauntering down the oddly quiet halls . " Its been good .. everyone its actually quite friendly, Mattheo , Blaise , Enzo " he pauses slightly " Theo....." " Great! " you reply , flashing him a gentle smile " What do you think of the guys?" He asks genuinely , turning to face you " Yeah their nice , but do me a favour , whatever you do try not to boost Mattheo's Ego too much .. Salazar knows it's big enough" Jude chuckles , then pauses for a minute " Y/N .. can I ask you a question?" you were slightly taken aback by his formality but you weren't entirely phased " Sure , im here to help!" you reply warmly. " if you knew something was going to happen .. but only if you were brave enough .. would you do it? that sentence stopped you in your tracks , all you could do was stare at him and laugh " Your one funny guy Jude .." you smile at him , he smiles back , looking at you with a slightly concerned face . in that moment , whilst you were staring up at his anxious visage , he suddenly began to feel so ... familiar " What's your last name? I feel like I recognise you from somewhere ..." you ramble on , he watches you , perplexed . " Do I know your family? Is that why you asked for me?" you say . you prided yourself on knowing anyone and everyone in Hogwarts , so a case like Judes really stunted you , where oh where did this mystery boy come from? " I guess you could say that ..." he retorts back , laughing to himself , weird. he must be a muggle born.

After about another half hour of walking and chatting about anything but school , you had made it to the Slytherin common room. During your time touring Jude , you found yourself growing quite fond of the boy. He allowed you to pester him about the muggle world , telling you all about his favourite films and singers and what not . You must say , hearing about all these titans of pop culture made you feel incredibly out of touch . I mean the last you heard all the muggles were listening to the spice girls ( well , maybe they weren't exactly Jude's cup of tea...) or Oasis , but Jude , the actual muggle boy , seemed a little confused at first when you asked him about the bands , leaving you utterly confused yourself . he simply insisted that they " weren't his style"

" Oi Y/N , I see you've met the new boy then" Enzo exclaims , drawing the groups attention to you and Jude. There , sat in the centre of the common room , were all your friends ... including Theo , who was sat reading a novel with such care , you were reluctant to interrupt him . God he looked handsome , his hair was slightly grown out into a mullet , which Blaise had been begging him to shave (Theo refusing to do so) , his jumper sleeves were rolled up past his forearms and his tie loosely undone , Merlin , you swear you could've had his child right then and there . " Yup " Jude responds " She's been showing me around all afternoon " he smiles at you , clearly grateful for his tour " Come sit down " Mattheo calls out , beckoning you over . funnily enough , the only free seat just so happened to be on the couch .. directly next to Theo . You found your awkwardness leading you to sitting on the floor , as that felt like the safest option. The two of you walked over to the group , everyone breaking off into their own smaller conversations. Right as you were about to sit by Daphne's feet , Jude turns to you, a look of determination painting his face " Y/N , why don't you sit on the couch?" he asks you kindly, shit. " oh no , im all good on the floor!" you reply , Theo now tuning in on yourself and Judes kindness battle " no please , I insist! I mean , you've been so kind to me already " Jude says , his tone getting almost insistent " oh seriously Jude your fin-'"'PLEASE" he calls out , clearly flustered , causing Theo to let out a chuckle " Cmon Y/N , you wouldn't want to pass up such a kind offer now would you?" Theo says , making Your knees slightly buckle " O-Of course!" you chuckle awkwardly , plopping yourself down next to Theo as Jude quickly slides to the floor .

You were cautious of your posture , afraid of even slighty leaning against Theodore and interrupting his quiet concentration , chatting to Blaise and Pansy about some strange thing professor Flitwick had said that morning . Blaise began cracking jokes about the class , mimicking a first year who had walked into his charms lesson by mistake , causing you to laugh so hard that you accidentally bumped directly against Theos arm , which was resting by his side . The boy turned to you suddenly " Y/N , your freezing " He says , clearly concerned " Oh , sorry .. " you say , slightly embarrassed . he chuckles back at you " No , don't be embarrassed Y/N , here-" he reaches up , taking off his jumper " put this on , I insist , no need to deny it this time " he smiles at you , the two of you in your own world . As you reach up your arms to put on his jumper , you feel him gently take hold of your necklace , that same necklace you were wearing all those years ago. " Hey , you still have the necklace " He says , astonished , smiling lightly . for the first time in awhile , you got a glimpse of that sweet 13 year old boy again , that kind , gentle side of Theo others didn't always seem to get . you look up at him , taken aback by him remembering such a small detail from that night " you remember it?" you ask as you chuckled softly , flattered "of course I do .. you never forget your first kiss Y/N , even the irrelevant details " he says , before turning back to face the group . You took a minute to process his words No way. You couldn't believe it. You were his first kiss . You were your crushes first kiss . If only you had known back then , you would have never have been so nervous . Out of the corner of your eye , you spotted Jude starring at you and a Theo , a smile plastered on his face , as if he was proud of you , like he had known you for longer then just a day

Later on the night , you found yourself fluttering from excitement as you got ready for the ball , laying out your dress and shoes neatly , your encounter with Theo replaying in your mind . Your roommate Pansy was stretched out on your bed , filling you in on all the "hot gossip" you had missed earlier that day. You weren't exactly listening , instead you were imagining the endless possibilities of what was to come tomorrow night at the ball , Maybe Theo would finally realise just how amazing you are , leading him to ask you to be his long term , full commitment girlfriend! there was no harm in ruling that option out... ' Ugh , Daphne was sooooo annoying today" Pansy exclaims , feet dangling in the air as she faced the ceiling. " Oh yeah?" You replied , clearly having no interest in whatever the new topic she began unearthing was " Yeah , she wouldn't shut up about her and Theo" never mind . You immediately turned around from the dresser to face her. "What about them?" you ask , trying to hide your jealousy. Pansy sighs , clearly still irritated by Daphne's behaviour "Not a clue , I wasn't really listening.. something to do with them going to the ball together" Your smile dropped . shit . It was as if your heart had broken. You had missed your chance with Theo , and as a result , you were absolutely devastated. " Oh.." you reply , trying to hide the shock and pain in your voice. Why did you care so much? its not like the two of you were together. As you felt the tears begin to well in your eyes , you decided you needed to clear your head and get some air. " Oh sugar!" you exclaim , putting your minimal acting skills to use . Pansy sits up to face you " What? What's wrong?" " I left my .. bag in the library ... im just gonna head out and get it , be back soon!" you quickly dart out of the room , your cheeks burning as tears began streaming down your face . This was all so embarrassing , it's not like you hadn't seen Theo get with another girl before! For whatever reason , this time.... something was different .

You continued rushing down the halls , steadily making your way towards the black lake - " Y/N" a voice spoke . Jude. You quickly wiped your tears , is this guy ever busy? " Are you .. crying?" he asks gently . " N-No , im fine" you say , turning away to hide your red puffy cheeks. " There's no need to lie to me Y/N , I can tell your upset.. you can talk to me' You gave him a slight smile before sitting down on the bench next to him , facing out the window into the dark night. " I just met you .." you say , still slightly hesitant to tell him about your secret love for Theo " Exactly , im a blank canvas , who am I to judge" He says , making you laugh . " Its just ... " you sigh , ready to finally unbear the weight of the secret you had been carrying for 4 years " Theo ... I've liked him for so long , and the minute I finally get a breakthrough with him .. Daphne comes along to remind me that its never gonna happen" Jude looks at you , looking half concerned and half astonished " I..I wouldn't be so sure Y/N" He replies , sounding incredibly genuine " Your just saying that to make me feel better.." you reply , a small smile on your face , you really appreciated his kindness " No , seriously Y/N , just.... trust me." He said , seeming adamant whilst flashing you a sweet smile . Wow , something about the way he spoke to you felt so .. real . You just couldn't find the words to explain it but , you suddenly found yourself trusting Jude more than anyone and merlin , how had you never realised how handsome Jude was? Even though you had just met him that day, it felt like you had known him your entire life . You leaned in , giving him a comforting , warm hug " Thank you " you whisper , pulling back gently " Course " he pauses " so , what's this about Daphne?" He asks curiously " Their going to the ball together apparently , lucky bitch" You say , making yourself and Jude chuckle slightly " I don't know Y/N , That's not what Theo told -" " Who's out here?!" A voice booms , interrupting Jude. Shit , it was way past curfew . " I'll see you tomorrow " you whisper quickly " See you" he replies , voice low . you both flash each other a smile before running off back to your dorms.

" So, How's Daphne? Still sobbing?" Mattheo asks , sauntering into Theo and Enzo's dorm unannounced . Theo rolled his cold eyes lazily , sighing as he turned around from his desk " I don't know Mattheo , I haven't spoken to her since .. earlier" he sighs again " Oh you mean when you rejected her in front of her friends?" Enzo pipes up from across the room , leading Mattheo to palm him on the back of the head " I didn't know her friends were listening behind the corner! I ,.. I didn't even know she fancied me ok? " The truth was , During dinner , Daphne approached Theodore and asked him to talk . Theo agreed , assuming it was going to be something to do with homework for potions , but in fact , it was actually a ploy for Daphne to ask him to the ball. ' Well , Surely nows the time to talk to Y/N ?" Mattheo asks softly , sensing Theos nerves " You've liked her forever and you know it , don't be so coy Nott , you get with girls all the time " Theo shook his head , this entire day had been draining " Im not being Coy Mattheo! " Theo snaps , leaving the two boys infront of him silent , they had never him seen him so serious " Look , Y/N is different , her laugh .. and her smile ..and her voice make me sweaty and flustered , ive never felt this way about anyone before!" he exclaims , unleashing a completely love struck version of himself " and merlin she's beautiful... and she's so smart too" he sighs " look... Im fucking obsessed with her , but its too late now , I.... missed my chance." He says , voice stern " Theo , man its not too l- " Enzo was quickly interrupted by a knock at the door . It was Jude.

The big day had arrived , it was finally time for the yule ball! Although the sting of heartbreak still lingered in the back of your mind , you were very excited for tonight . You loved getting ready , being able to put all this time into your self felt so rewarding . After completing your makeup and hair , you slowly stepped into your dress. finally , you turned to face yourself in the mirror , draping your hair across your shoulders. You looked stunning , you told yourself that whatever was going to happen that night shouldn't bring you down. Slowly , you reached your hand up to your necklace , playing with it gently as you looked in the mirror. Fuck. How were you going to survive seeing him and Daphne tonight , loving up on each other whilst you were alone. You quickly grabbed the bottle of vodka off your dresser and took a generous swig.

After taking about a million pictures on Pansys camera , you and your girls made your way to the ball. The hall was bustling with excitement , students clamouring and dancing around , not a care in the world , and teachers , chaperoning cautiously ( or at least attempting to). The room looked beautiful , Snow covered trees and blue lights glistening , the school had truly outdone themselves. " Wowwwww , you girls clean up nice " Blaise says teasingly , Mattheo whistling as he watched your group enter. After socialising amongst your year for a bit , it seemed as though the couples had dispersed amongst themselves , but you decided that you weren't going to dwell on the past , and instead, you were going to put yourself back out there. Chugging down your final sip of the spiked punch , you raised yourself up onto your feet and walked straight over to Jude , who was admiring the paintings on the wall. You couldn't see Theo anywhere , but that truly didn't matter to you right now .

"Jude" you called out confidently from behind him " Wanna dance?" He simply just stares at you , blinking slightly " S-sure" He says , smirking timidly. He reaches out his arm , guiding you into the crowd of dancers , everyone truly lost within the music . In the nicest way possible , Jude was a terrible dancer, but you found it sweet how hard he was trying " You do a lot of dancing at home?" You ask teasingly , the two of you in the midst of a messy waltz . " How could you tell?" He retorts back , making you laugh out loud . Suddenly , the music picks up , and the crowd of teens scattered across the hall began to speed up their dancing , a wave of joy spreading around the room. Your dance partner Jude was pulled into a dancing mosh pit of sorts , causing a huge smile to grace your face , and then , from the corner of your eye , you saw him.

There Theo was , standing outside all of the chaos and movement , simply watching you. He appeared completely struck by you , smitten even. unconsciously , you began walking towards him , his eyes following you through the crowd . all though the hall was filled with hundreds of students and teachers , this moment truly felt so intimate , as if you were the only two people in the world . this entire moment felt different , different from anything you had ever experienced. Theo slipped behind the curtain onto the balcony , and you followed him blindly.

The cold air hit you the second you stepped onto the balcony, the muffled music from inside fading into a distant hum. Snowflakes drifted lazily through the night sky, settling on the stone railing, on your hair, and on his shoulders. Theo stood there , his eyes still softly gazing at you " Having fun in there?" He asks gently " Yeah , I love to dance .. do you?" you ask hesitantly , unsure of what exactly made this moment so special " Oh - gosh no " he says chuckling " well , ..I'm sure id like it a lot dancing with you.." he says , smiling softly as he creaks open the door just a small bit , letting the music from inside become clearer . He then reaches out his palm slowly , gazing at you in the process " Can I .. have this dance?" he asks nervously . you simply smirk up at him , placing your hand in his " Course"

As the two of you waltzed in the moonlight , you found yourself getting lost in his arms. Whilst you rested your head on the shoulder of his suit , you allowed your curiosity to get the better of you" Theo..? " " Mhm " He replied , looking down at you " How come you aren't with Daphne .. did something happen?" You ask softly . he hesitates " Y/N , I'm not with Daphne because I don't want her .. I want you " You heart stopped as you whipped your head to look up at him " seriously?" you said , genuinely shocked. how could you have been so oblivious? " Seriously , I mean Daphne's nice and everything but , ..... she isn't you. " he seemed so shy as he spoke , little did he know that you were freaking out inside . He continued " Im sorry it took me so long to tell you .. it wasn't till I spoke with Jude last night that I fully realised how oblivious I've been " Jude. This mysterious boy had become cupid within 2 days of being here , what a legend . You had no words , all you could do was smile . Then slowly , the two of you began leaning in to eachothers lips " Y/N , Can I kiss you? " he asks softly , his eyes flickering up across your lips and eyes " I don't know , I'm more of a by the book type so.. you tell me , can you?" you say teasingly , never missing the opportunity to remind people of cringy things they once said years ago. he rolls his eyes playfully as he scoffs "You witch" he mutters , right before leaning in to kiss you . your kiss was electric , and it was all the more satisfying as it had been building up for so , so long.

As the two of you walked back into the hall , Theo's arm around you whilst the song 'earth angel" was gracing your ears , you were greeted by a very happy Jude . " You guys having fun?" He asks , a big grin splashed across his face . it was clear he knew something was up . " Absolutely " Theo says knowingly "Thank for your help by the way" You say , winking at Jude . You really owed him one " Anytime" he says before continuing " Look , I gotta go but uh .. I'll see you two later" He says , chuckling slightly as he gives you both a hug . As the kind boy walked away , you slowly turned to Theo , smiling " Jude , what a nice name!" .

Thanks so much for reading!!!! this is my first time ever writing something so I apologise if it sucked ( If you read this fic when I first uploaded it IM SORRY , it was 1 am and I didn't realise how many horrible grammar mistakes I let slip!)🥹🤍 I LOVE west side story and back to the future so I really wanted to make a fic that incorporated both! hope you enjoyed , much love x

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 ┅ 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗈 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖿𝗈𝗒 & 𝖶𝗂𝖿𝖾! 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾r

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘋𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘯.

﹙𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹚

NOTE: literally just me indulging.

Malfoy Manor has never looked better. It used to feel like a mausoleum—high ceilings draped in shadows, portraits whispering judgment from their gilded frames, and the constant, bitter chill of his family history.

Now, the air was soft. It smelled of warm milk, lavender, beeswax, and the faint, sweet scent of newly washed baby blankets.

Draco stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the master sitting room, a cup of lukewarm black tea packed full of sugar cubes forgotten in his hand. Outside, the mist rolled lazily across the manicured lawns of Wiltshire, swallowing the ancient oaks. Inside, the world—or his world—had shrunk to the radius of a four-poster crib and the low, even breathing of the woman asleep in the bed behind him.

"Draco?"

The voice was sleepy, laced with the gentle exhaustion of a mother running on three hours of rest.

He turned instantly, setting the teacup down with a soft clink. He crossed the rug in a few long strides, kneeling beside the mattress. Her hair was messy, haloed against the pillows, and exhaustion shadowed her eyes, but she was smiling.

"Did I wake you?" he murmured, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered on her cheek, tracing the line of her jaw.

"No," she whispered, leaning into his touch. "How is he?"

Draco glanced over his shoulder toward the crib in the corner of the room. Inside, swaddled in a soft green blanket that matched his father's old house scarf, lay Scorpius. The baby was fast asleep, tiny fists curled near his face, his chest rising and falling in rhythmic little sighs.

"Still sleeping," Draco said, a quiet pride swelling in his chest that never quite stopped terrifying him. He turned back to her, capturing her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "He’s perfect. You know he’s perfect. I spent the last hour convincing myself he didn't inherit my nose."

She let out a soft, raspy laugh. "Your nose is fine, Draco."

"I want him to have your nose. It’s rounder than mine."

"Well he has your eyes," she countered, her thumb brushing over the back of his hand. "Even closed, I can tell."

Draco smiled, a genuine, unguarded thing that only she ever got to see. Nothing but bliss. If anyone had told Draco Malfoy at seventeen, cowering in the Astronomy Tower with a wand shaking in his grip, that his life would look like this—peaceful, domestic, and safe—he would have laughed them out of the room. There was no Dark Lord, no impending war, no expectations of grandeur. There was just the quiet hum of a morning in a home built on love. Their love.

Until a sharp, piercing sound ripped through the peace.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Draco’s body went rigid in a fraction of a second. His wand was in his pocket before his mind even caught up.

"What was that?" his wife asked, blinking away the sleep, her instincts instantly flaring as Scorpius stirred in his crib, letting out a tiny, disgruntled babble.

"Stay here," Draco whispered, his voice dropping an octave.

He stood up, smoothing down the front of his cashmere jumper, and strode out of the room, pulling the heavy oak door shut behind him.

Draco stalked down the grand staircase, his jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached. They weren’t expecting anyone at this hour.

By the time he reached the grand foyer, the knocking had escalated into a relentless, rhythmic pounding, accompanied by muffled voices echoing through the ward-shielded double doors.

He whipped his wand out, muttered a diagnostic spell to check the outer perimeter, and threw the doors open.

Pansy Parkinson stood on the porch, her designer boots tapping impatiently on the stone, holding a massive, extravagantly wrapped silver box. Hovering nervously behind her was Blaise Zabini, carrying three separate diaper bags that looked like they belonged on a mountaineering expedition, and—much to Draco's horror—Rita Skeeter, clutching a Quick-Quotes Quill and a notepad.

“Darling!" Pansy shrieked, breezily pushing past Draco’s frozen frame without an invitation. "We’ve been standing out here for a whole two minutes! Do you know what the morning damp does to my hair? And where is my godson? I brought him a bespoke set of Italian silk booties—"

"Parkinson," Draco said, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper that could freeze fire. "What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?"

"We came to see the baby." Blaise said defensively, stepping into the foyer and dumping the mountain of bags onto an antique mahogany console table. "Mate, do you know how many letters we sent? You didn't reply to a single owl for four days. Pansy was ready to call the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for a wellness check."

"I told you not to owl us right now," Draco hissed, stepping back inside and slamming the doors shut to lock out the chilly breeze—and Rita Skeeter, who was trying to slip past the threshold.

Draco slammed the door right on the edge of Skeeter’s lime-green feathered hat. A muffled squawk of indignation echoed from the porch.

"Draco Malfoy! Is that any way to treat the press?" Skeeter’s voice filtered through the wood. "The public has a right to know of the Malfoy heir! Come now don’t be like this!"

"Go away, Skeeter, or I set the peacocks on you!" Draco roared through the door, before turning back to his two best friends, who were already wandering toward the sitting room as if they owned the place.

"You didn't answer our owls, Draco," Pansy repeated, unwrapping her coat and tossing it onto the back of a velvet sofa. "And now you're trapping me outside with the press. Have you lost your mind? We brought gifts! We brought well-wishes! We brought... unsolicited parenting advice, which you desperately need."

"We don't need advice," Draco said, rubbing the bridge of his nose where a headache was rapidly forming. "We need peace. Do you have any idea how long it took to get Scorpius to sleep last night? Four hours, Parkinson. Four hours of pacing the nursery while he practiced his impression of a banshee."

Blaise smirked, leaning against the marble fireplace. "Ah, the joys of fatherhood. Welcome to hell, mate. Here, hold this."

Blaise tossed a small, wriggling package at Draco, who caught it purely by reflex. It was a self- rocking bassinet enchanted with a permanent lullaby charm that sounded suspiciously like a war march.

"We don't want your enchanted torture devices," Draco said, dropping the bassinet onto a chair. "And you can't stay. Both of you. Out. Now."

"Don't be dramatic," Pansy said, sinking into an armchair and pulling out a compact mirror to check her complexion. "We’re staying for lunch. And I expect to hold the baby. If you keep him locked away like an artifact, he’s going to grow up weird, Draco. Weirder."

—

Lunch, as it turned out, was entirely out of the question, because Pansy and Blaise had apparently acted as vanguard for an entire migrating flock.

By midday, the Floo network in the east parlor flared green with frequency.

Theo Nott tumbled out of the fireplace first, covered in soot, carrying a bottle of firewhisky that looked older than Hogwarts. "Malfoy! I heard the spawn has arrived! Where is the little heir hm? I bought him a miniature set of cursed wizard's chess—let's see if the boy has any sense of strategic flair."

Before Draco could hex Theo back into the fireplace, Astori—no, wait, Astoria wasn't there, but Daphne Greengrass arrived next, followed closely by a gaggle of distant cousins Draco hadn't spoken to since his trial, all bearing suspiciously large packages and starry-eyed expressions of curiosity.

By 2:00 PM, Malfoy Manor was housing more people than it had done in the past few months.

Draco stood at the head of the staircase, looking down at the living room below. It was packed. People were clinking glasses, arguing over whether the baby would have gray or blue eyes, and rummaging through the family silver to see if anything new had been added to the display.

"Draco?"

He turned. His wife was standing in the doorway of the nursery, wearing a loose robe, looking exhausted but amused by the cacophony drifting up from below.

"I'm sorry," Draco groaned, running a hand through his blond hair until it stood up in messy tufts. "I tried to put up anti-intrusion wards, but Granger must have helped them bypass the magical signatures, or Parkinson simply bribed the house-elves. The house has fallen."

She walked over to him, resting a hand gently against his chest. She could feel the rapid, stressed thrum of his heartbeat.

"They just love you, Draco. And they're excited."

Draco grumbled, though his expression softened the moment she smiled. "Pansy tried to feed him a sugar quill earlier. A sugar quill, to a newborn."

She laughed, a bright, melodic sound that cut through the low roar of the party downstairs. "Well, at least your friends care. But... I do agree it's a bit much."

"A bit much? It’s a siege." He leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. "Stay here. Lock the door. Guard the crib. These fools can wait until the boy is ready to handle this many people."

—

"Right," Draco said.

"Visiting hours are officially over. The baby is sleeping and the mother is resting. If anyone attempts to cross the threshold of the east wing with another enchanted chess set, a silk bib, or a reporter from the Prophet, I will personally ensure your next family reunion takes place in Azkaban."

"And Blaise, take your oversized diaper bags. Theo, take your firewhisky—which, by the way, is appalling—and get out of my house. Greengrass, don't look at me like that, take your cousins and use the front door."

"You're throwing us out?" Theo feigned deep emotional distress, clutching his chest. "After we traveled all this way to bless the child?"

"I am giving you three seconds before I let the house-elves pack your bags," Draco said, offering a tight, utterly unapologetic smile. "One. Two..."

Before he could hit three, the mass exodus began. Shuffling feet, muttered complaints about hospitality, and the frantic rustling of coats filled the foyer. Within minutes, the Floo network was roaring green again as body after body tumbled back out into London, eager to escape the wrath of the new father.

Blaise was the last to leave. He paused by the fireplace, grabbing his coat, and looked at Draco with a knowing grin.

"You're soft, Malfoy."

"Age mellows a man," Draco replied dryly. "Now, get out."

With a flash of green fire, Blaise was gone.

—

It was absolute, pristine quiet.

Draco let out a long, shuddering breath, his shoulders finally dropping from their defensive hunch. He walked slowly back up the stairs, his footsteps echoing softly in the empty corridor.

When he pushed open the door to the room, the scene inside made every bit of the afternoon’s stress melt away into nothingness.

His wife was sitting back in the rocking chair by the window, the soft evening light catching the gold in her hair. Cradled securely in her arms was Scorpius. The baby was wide awake now, blinking up at his mother with wide, impossibly gray eyes, completely content.

Draco walked over quietly, leaning over the back of the chair. He wrapped his arms around both of them, resting his chin comfortably on his wife’s shoulder.

"Are they gone?" she whispered, smiling up at him.

"Evacuated. Dispersed. Banished to the nether realms," Draco murmured against her skin, breathing in the scent of baby powder and vanilla.

She chuckled softly, shifting slightly so Draco could get a better look at their son.

Scorpius let out a tiny coo, his small hand reaching up blindly until one of his microscopic fingers accidentally brushed against Draco’s thumb. The tiny hand automatically curled around his finger with surprising strength.

Draco stared down at the tiny hand, his grey eyes shining with a sudden depth of emotion. He gently squeezed the baby's hand back, careful not to crush fingers so fragile they felt like spun glass.

"He likes his father quite a lot," she whispered softly.

Outside, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of deep amber. Inside, wrapped in the warmth of each other.

Just the quiet hum of home.

Nothing but bliss.

—

Later that afternoon, Draco had the pleasure to receive a letter from Harry Potter himself.

Malfoy,

Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and I are planning to visit this Saturday afternoon to finally meet the little one properly. Albus will be thrilled to have a friend his age.

Don’t bother trying to lock the gates or set up anymore wards by the way. Hermione checked them last week and already mapped a bypass.

See you soon.

Harry.

Blissful indeed.

—this is me trying

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: the first party after you and theo broke up, and it’s not going well…

warnings: sad, breakup vibes, (heavily) drinking (not specified if underage), angsty?

note: andddd i’m back!! i have a few fics pre-written, which are gonna come out in the next few days, but after that i’m gonna stick to use better grammar (😂😭) just so you know :)

In Her Shadow, In His Sight - Draco Malfoy

Inspired by: Emblem3 - Chloe (You're the One I Want) Summary: Y/N feels invisible next to her beautiful sister, unaware that someone sees her as the most beautiful girl in the world. Warnings: None Greengrass!reader, Ravenclaw!reader

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Being a Greengrass came with a life steeped in luxury, influence, and a name that carried weight in every corner of the wizarding world. It was a name that inspired envy in some and admiration in others. From the moment Y/N and her two sisters were old enough to walk, they were raised in a world far removed from the struggles of the average witch or wizard. Their childhood was a tapestry of polished manners, fine clothes, and an education curated by the best tutors money could buy.

Summers were never spent idly at home. Instead, the Greengrass family traveled the globe—Paris one year, Cairo the next, and the pristine beaches of the Amalfi Coast the summer after that. Each trip was an education in culture and refinement, though it was also an excuse to indulge in the finest that each destination had to offer.

Wealth was measured in more than just Galleons in the Greengrass household; it was in the way their father could open any door, strike any deal, and ensure his daughters never knew the meaning of “no.” Y/N and her sisters were spoiled in the truest sense of the word, their father treating them like precious jewels to be admired, protected, and—more often than not—lavishly gifted. From custom broomsticks to gowns tailored from the rarest fabrics, his little princesses never went without.

Y/N and her twin sister, Daphne, had always shared an unshakable bond. From the moment they could toddle about the Greengrass estate, they were inseparable—two halves of the same whole, always found side by side whether it was in the gardens, on a broom, or sneaking sweets from the kitchens. They shared secrets, laughter, and an unspoken understanding that only twins could truly know.

But Hogwarts changed everything. For the first time in eleven years, the Sorting Hat split them apart. Daphne, with her effortless charm and pure-blood confidence, slipped easily into Slytherin. Y/N, with her curiosity and quick wit, found herself among the Ravenclaws.

Over the years, their paths grew more distinct. Daphne became the very image of a high-society pure-blood beauty—poised, stylish, and always in the spotlight. Y/N was no less polished, but her heart belonged to the quiet corners of the library, her time spent chasing knowledge instead of the latest beauty trend. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about her looks—she was raised to be perfect and proper—it was that her energy went elsewhere.

Still, Y/N couldn’t help but feel like people noticed Daphne more. Her sister’s beauty was the kind that turned heads instantly, while Y/N’s felt… quieter. Subtle. She had been told she was just as pretty—sometimes even more so—but when the room seemed to orbit Daphne, it was hard not to wonder if people preferred the twin who shone brighter in social circles over the one buried in books.

Everything changed in their fifth year, the moment Slytherin and Ravenclaw began sharing double Potions. That particular morning, Y/N was running late—her satchel slung over one shoulder, quill still tucked behind her ear, hair slightly windblown from her hurried walk through the dungeons. By the time she slipped into the classroom, every seat among her fellow Ravenclaws had already been claimed. The remaining tables were occupied by Slytherins, who regarded the other house with a mix of disdain and amusement, their trademark sneers and eye-rolls daring anyone to sit beside them.

From behind his desk, Professor Snape paused mid-sentence. His dark eyes flicked to the doorway, his brow arching ever so slightly at the sight of the tardy Greengrass twin.

“Miss Greengrass,” he drawled, “how generous of you to join us.”

There was no real venom in his tone—just the faintest shadow of sarcasm. And, by some unspoken miracle, he let the matter drop without docking points, returning to his lecture as though her late arrival were hardly worth the trouble.

Daphne and Y/N had discussed this phenomenon before. Their conclusion was simple: Snape had a particular tendency to overlook Y/N’s minor mishaps, whether it was arriving late, speaking out of turn, or forgetting an ingredient because she was a Greengrass. And perhaps, more importantly, because her sister happened to be in Slytherin.

Y/N scanned the room, eyes drifting over the sea of green-trimmed robes until she spotted Daphne’s group. One seat remained unclaimed, right beside Draco Malfoy. With little choice, she crossed the room and slid onto the bench beside him.

She had met Draco a handful of times before—not only through her sister’s friendship with him, but also thanks to the unspoken network of the wizarding world’s wealthiest pure-blood families. In their world, the Greengrass and Malfoy names were bound to cross paths, whether at grand galas, private functions, or the sort of holiday gatherings where politics were discussed in hushed tones over crystal goblets.

Daphne, sitting in front of Draco, turned in her seat, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Lost track of time at the library,” she whispered.

Daphne smirked knowingly. “Of course you did.” She turned back around, immediately leaning toward Pansy to whisper something that made them both laugh softly—probably gossip about some boy in their year.

Draco glanced sideways at Y/N, quill tapping idly against his parchment. He’d known her for years through pure-blood circles, though never as well as he’d liked. She wasn’t like her sister—Daphne’s beauty was obvious, but Y/N’s was the kind that crept up on you and stayed. To him, she wasn’t just as pretty as Daphne; she was breathtaking. The way her sharp mind paired with that quiet confidence made her… dangerous, in the best way. She was the only girl he knew who could match him—challenge him—and he liked it.

Chloe, I know your sister turns everyone on,

But you’re the one I want

A thought crossed his mind, one he’d never dare say aloud: Daphne might turn heads, but you’re the one I want.

He smirked faintly and leaned closer. “You really ought to stop tormenting Granger by being the best at every subject in Hogwarts.”

Y/N arched a brow, opening her Potions notes. “That is never going to happen. Granger needs to learn she can’t academically beat me.”

Draco chuckled, the sound low and warm. Merlin, he thought, watching her scribble down notes. She doesn’t even realise she’s the most beautiful girl in the room.

After a while, Snape finished outlining the day’s assignment, and a list of ingredients appeared on the board in his neat, angular script. The room shifted into quiet motion, cauldrons set aflame, pages turned, and the faint sound of vials clinking together.

Draco stood, moving with an easy confidence toward the ingredient shelves. “Stay here,” he said over his shoulder, as though it were obvious she wouldn’t dare follow.

“Bossy,” Y/N murmured under her breath, pulling her hair back with a ribbon and setting her notes in precise order.

When he returned, he set the ingredients down between them, sliding the lacewing flies toward her with a flourish. “Thought I’d let you handle the delicate work,” he said. “You’re better with the fine details.”

Y/N smirked, measuring them out without missing a beat. “Or you just don’t trust yourself not to ruin it.”

Draco’s lips twitched upward. “Maybe I just like watching you work.”

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, unsure whether to roll her eyes or call him out, ultimately choosing neither. “Stir counter-clockwise,” she instructed instead, passing him the wooden spoon.

Their movements fell into an unspoken rhythm—her measuring and slicing, him stirring and adding in precise amounts when she gestured. Occasionally, their hands brushed in the exchange, and each time, Draco felt the faintest jolt in his chest.

“Careful,” she warned as he leaned over to add the next ingredient. “You’re about to spill it.”

He gave her a slow smirk. “What, you don’t trust me?”

“I trust you to be good at plenty of things,” she said, meeting his gaze evenly. “Potions just isn’t one of them.”

Daphne, still turned halfway toward Pansy, glanced over her shoulder with a knowing little smirk at the sound of their banter.

Draco, unfazed, continued stirring with almost irritating precision. “You wound me, Greengrass. And here I was thinking we made quite the team.”

Her quill scratched across the page as she noted the potion’s changing color. “We’ll see how you feel about that when I get top marks for this.”

“When we get top marks,” he corrected, a touch too quickly.

Y/N’s lips curved slightly. “Right. We.”

Snape drifted past their table, his eyes sweeping over their nearly perfect potion before moving on without a word.

Draco allowed himself the smallest smile. She didn’t know it, but he had no interest in the potion’s grade. The only victory he cared about was getting her to look at him the way she looked at her books—like he was something worth her full attention.

But if you're with me, you know I can

guarantee that

(But you're the one) 'cause I'm attracted to you passion, be yourself

forget the fashion

By the time their potion had reached the perfect shade of shimmering teal, the rest of the class was still catching up. Y/N allowed herself a small, satisfied nod, jotting down the final instructions in her neat script.

From the table ahead, Daphne glanced over her shoulder with a knowing grin. “Well, look at that. Ravenclaw and Slytherin—perfect marks and not a single explosion.”

Pansy, who had been leaning in to whisper something to Daphne, turned as well, her smirk sharp. “I suppose you do make a good pair.”

Y/N’s quill froze mid-stroke. “We’re just working together,” she said quickly, keeping her eyes on her notes.

“Oh, of course,” Pansy replied sweetly, though her tone dripped with amusement. “You just seem… in sync.”

Draco’s mouth curved into that slow, deliberate smirk she had learned to be wary of. “In sync, hmm? I’d say that’s accurate.”

Y/N glanced at him, narrowing her eyes. “Don’t start.”

“What?” he asked innocently, leaning just close enough for his voice to drop so only she could hear. “We make a good team. And you can’t deny you enjoy working with me.”

She gave a small huff, turning back to bottle their finished potion. “You’re tolerable in small doses.”

He let out a soft chuckle, lowering his voice even more. “Funny… you’re the only person I never get tired of.”

Her hand hesitated for the briefest second, but she recovered quickly, sealing the cork on their vial without looking at him. “Save your lines for someone who believes them, Malfoy.”

“Oh, I don’t need lines with you, Greengrass,” he murmured, eyes glinting. “Just time.”

Daphne, catching the faint exchange, smirked knowingly to herself before turning back around, deciding not to meddle further—for now.

As Snape collected their work, his eyes flicked over the perfect potion before moving on without comment. But Draco noticed the faintest pink creeping into Y/N’s cheeks, and for him, that was the only grade that mattered.

The end of Potions brought the usual symphony of shuffling feet, the clink of glass vials, and chairs scraping against stone. The air still carried the sharp scent of crushed lacewing flies and faint steam from simmering cauldrons. Y/N was tucking her parchment into her satchel when a familiar shadow fell over her desk.

Daphne appeared beside her, Pansy hovering just behind.

“That was flawless,” Daphne said lightly, eyeing the perfect bottle of potion still on the table. “Almost makes me wish we’d been paired together.”

Pansy smirked. “Almost? Please. You wouldn’t have had half as much fun.” She leaned in conspiratorially. “I still think you and Draco make a good team.”

Y/N gave them both a flat look. “I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.”

“You don’t have to,” Daphne said, her lips curling in a knowing smile.

Before Y/N could fire back, Draco strolled over, dropping his notes into his bag with an infuriating lack of urgency. “Come on, Greengrass. You’re going to the library, aren’t you? I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to—” she began.

“I know,” he said smoothly. “But I’m going to anyway.”

With a final glance at her sister—who looked far too smug—Y/N followed Draco out into the corridor.

The flickering light from the dungeon torches cast shadows along the stone walls, the air thick with the earthy scent of damp rock. Their footsteps echoed softly, the only sound between them until Draco spoke.

“So,” he began casually, “how does it feel to be carried to a perfect mark by my superior potion-making skills?”

Her laugh rang lightly in the narrow space. “Carried? Please. If it weren’t for me, you’d have charred lacewing flies fused to the bottom of your cauldron.”

“I’ll have you know,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips, “I’m very good with my hands.” He put his hand in the air and wiggled his fingers.

She cut him a pointed look. “I’m ignoring that.”

“Shame,” he murmured, the smirk deepening.

They passed a group of third-years who instantly fell into giggles as Draco swept by, his stride confident, head high, every bit the Malfoy heir. Y/N quickened her pace to keep up.

“Do you always have to walk like you own the castle?” Y/N asked, her tone flat but her eyes glinting with amusement.

“I do own part of it,” he replied, not missing a beat.

“Oh, Merlin, here we go—”

“—The Malfoy name is synonymous with class, status, and—”

“—an ego the size of the Astronomy Tower,” she finished for him.

His laugh was low, genuine. “See? This is why we’re perfectly in sync.”

By the time they reached the library doors, her lips were twitching despite herself.

Just keep that smile on, that

you're flashing

You and I deserve to be forever ever

lasting

The familiar hush of the library wrapped around her like a soft blanket—the scent of aged parchment and polished wood, the faint dust motes drifting lazily in the afternoon light spilling through high, arched windows. Y/N made her way to her favorite table by the tall windows, the one tucked just far enough into the corner to be out of the main path.

Draco didn’t leave. Instead, he leaned one shoulder against a nearby bookshelf, idly flipping through a book he clearly wasn’t reading, his pale eyes flicking toward her now and then.

A tall Ravenclaw boy approached, his parchment clutched to his chest like a flimsy excuse. “Hey, Y/N,” he began, flashing a smile just shy of a smirk. “I was wondering if I could borrow your notes from today… maybe we could go over them together later?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Draco was at her side, the air around him cooling like a sudden shadow.

“She’s busy,” he said, his voice calm but with a quiet steel that made the Ravenclaw falter.

The boy blinked. “I was just—”

“Leaving,” Draco finished, tilting his head just enough to make the challenge clear. “And if you want Potions notes, try making your own.”

The Ravenclaw’s eyes darted between them before he muttered something under his breath and walked away.

Y/N turned toward Draco, crossing her arms. “Was that really necessary?”

“Yes,” he replied, his tone smooth and entirely unapologetic. His gaze lingered a fraction longer before he added, “You’re welcome.”

She exhaled slowly, pulling her notes from her bag. “One of these days, Malfoy, your overprotective streak is going to get you hexed.”

He smirked, already turning to leave. “Maybe. But not today.”

And with that, he strolled out, leaving her staring after him—annoyed, confused, and, to her own dismay, just a little flustered.

You got my heart and that's the only

thing that matters

⋆˙⟡Can't You See I'm Here? (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

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Book 4 pt. 9 — [E] Study in the Library

a/n this is a chapter skip from the Can't You See I'm Here series.

Summary: You're invited to a study group by Blaise Zabini. Lo and behold, Draco Malfoy was the head of the group. You were tranced on how well he's explaining complex topics and ended up not writing anything. Well, he's pissed, and he'll use his way to teach you to focus… his own unconventional way. Will you be a good girl for him?

tags — face-fucking, deepthroating, orgasm denial, fingers in mouth, a bit of breathplay, Draco Malfoy is an annoying-dirty-talking git

Your final class of the day was DADA. Professor Moody was pacing at the front of the room, his magical eye spinning wildly in its socket as he barked out explanations of various shield charms and counter-spells, occasionally slamming his staff against the floor to keep everyone awake.

Once the bell rang, you headed straight back to your dorm room to change into casual clothes. A simple tee and a short skirt felt right for a relaxing evening, and you paired it with simple red flats before heading down to dinner.

In front of the Great Hall doors, you spotted Draco. He had changed out of his school robes as well, wearing a casual dark sweater. His white-blond hair was clearly freshly washed. He hadn't brushed it out, so a few loose strands fell naturally across his forehead, perfectly framing his sharp jawline and the hollows of his cheeks. He still had that same intense glare from class, which you returned right back to him. He stared you down, his eyes sweeping over your outfit, which made you shift slightly under his gaze.

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Mattheo Riddle x Reader Headcanons

Warnings: swearing, talks of sex, reader is a muggleborn, reader is stubborn, reader isn’t in a specified house, so much longer than I expected it to be, smoking (not reader), drinking (not reader), trauma, allusions to Mattheo’s physical and mental abuse, talk of death, canon-level violence, one line at very end that can be interpreted to either pets or kids so even those who don’t want kids can read

Mattheo Riddle was untouchable. Ever since he was eleven, he had known he was the one at Hogwarts to be feared. It was a burden no eleven year old should have to go through, but if Harry Potter could carry the fight for the good of the Wizarding World on his shoulders, then Mattheo could carry the bad

Just as his father had, he had formed a group of inseparable friends who stuck with him and seemed to darken the halls when they walked through

He began smoking at twelve. Contrary to what everyone thought when the blood appeared on the wall hailing the horrors of the Chamber of Secrets, Mattheo was more jealous that his father had shown up and spoken to Harry and not him. He didn’t have time to worry about fulfilling everyone’s nightmares. They already skirted around him in fear – why should he waste his time trying to convince him that he wasn’t the one petrifying mudbloods?