i can’t stop thinking about Harry who cares about Draco so much. just imagine when Malfoy is drowning in self-hate because of the his past and wakes up from another nightmare, and Harry only calms him down and pat his back. this is my roman empire(i need a therapist)
Here is my entry for Draw Bad Drarry Art. It’s au centric bc I am au centric and I think it’s silly. Poor Harry cannot hold his magical spirit-power weed.
I don’t know why I put so much into the background but I was having fun figuring out how to do the comic book layout style
Ty @julcheninred for hosting, love seeing all the silly Harry’s and Draco’s on my feed <3
I see others tagging ppl so @its-the-allure attack
SUMMARY — Y/N Gorgon and Draco Malfoy have a long history of mutual hatred. You see, the two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since their 1st year at Hogwarts, to the dismay of their close friends and supervisors. However, after a prank left Y/N completely out of her mind, she decides that she'll pull her cruelest prank yet on Draco by pretending to be his secret admirer.
PAIRING — Draco Malfoy x reader
GENRE — series, enemies to lovers, rival, comedy (?)
WORD COUNT — 2045 words.
AUTHOR’S NOTE — I'm not too proud of this chapter not gonna lie :(( I hope that it’s good enough, and any criticism is welcome as long as its not harsh lmaooo
We all have memories we'll never forget. Those memories bear an impact on us, an impact so big that they are engraved in the back of our brains forever. For instance, you remember the first time you ate a chocolate frog, the first time you watched the snow fall from your bedroom’s window and you'll never forget your first encounter with Draco Malfoy. In opposition to the first memories, the latter was not a pleasant recollection.
It was on your first ever day at Hogwarts and you remember smiling from ear to ear as you entered the mesmerizing facility. The building was, and still is, magnificent beyond words could ever describe.
You were taking it all in, staring at every object or construction you could as if they might disappear the moment you'd tear your eyes from them: the grand doors, the walls, the ceiling— oh, how the ceiling was beautiful; it was bewitched to seem as if it was a starry night. Even though you'd had the opportunity to stargaze thousands of times in your life, you were mesmerized because this was a sight you never had the chance to see.
"It’s so pretty y/n!" your childhood friend, Athena, exclaimed equally as impressed as you. "I know right!" you beamed as you continued to watch the false stars twinkle, "it’s impre—" Before you were able to end your sentence, you had collided with another student, making you both fall on the ground.
"Watch it you idiot." you stared up to meet a pair of grey eyes. "I’m sorry, I was just— " You were cut off."Staring at the ceiling? Is it the first time you ever saw a ceiling?"The boy spat with a condescending tone, making you scowl at his unnecessary spitefulness. He got up and readjusted his robes while bearing an angry expression on his face. Following his motions, you also stood up and started to dust off your clothes.
"Merlin, I think you made me scratch my brand-new shoes." He scowled while staring at his shoes for a few seconds. Then he looked back at you, ready to reprimand you as if he was your teacher or your father. "Do you know how mu—"You cut him off, "Merlin, you are so shallow!" You frowned. "I didn’t do it on purpose, and I apologized," you emphasized on the last word. "So can we please put this behind us," you smiled, trying to suppress your anger.
Noticing that he was about to open his mouth to fight back, Athena spoke quickly to stop the nonsense that was probably going to come out of his lips. "Come on y/n, let’s not get in trouble on our first day." She grabbed your arm making you turn around to face her "besides he’s overreacting," she said softly. "He’s an immature boy." You nodded at your best friend’s words: She’s right, you should not give a bad impression to the teachers before you even got sorted into your house. "Yeah you’re right, he’s just a little prick." You smiled smugly.
"How dare you?!" the irritating person spoke again and to be honest, you almost forgot about his presence. You thought that he’d be gone by now to follow the rest of the first-year students to the dining hall but, to your dismay, he didn’t do you this favor.
"Have you got no shame to say that I’m a prick right in front of my face?" He scoffed. "I can’t believe I have to deal with such peasants on my first day." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Peasants?" Just like that, a frown made back its way to your face. "Are you out of your mind for saying stuff like this?" He smirked, clearly satisfied that he got to you easily. "Why? Are you saying that you’re not a peasant?"you clenched your jaw."Because you sure do look like one!"
You looked at him in disbelief before turning your head to the right to speak to Athena. "How can a twelve-year-old have this much arrogance in their body?" You then turned your head back to him and narrowed your eyes, "look," you spoke menacingly, "You should apologize for what you just said because you really don’t want to get on my bad side," you continued. "Get on your bad side?" He laughed, "please, do you even know who I am? Do you know who my father is?"He spoke as if you were supposed to shiver timbers at the mention of his father.
"I don’t care who your father is." You crossed your arms, "as a matter of fact, you can tell your daddy," you took a step closer to him, "to shove whatever empty threat he thinks is going to scare me up his bum!"The blond boy became as red as a tomato and if steam could come out of his ears, you would have been able to see lots of it, like a chimney on a cold winter day."You fucking mud-blood,"he spoke through his teeth, "you just dug your own grave" you watched him intentively, waiting for his next words. "You’re not ready for what’s coming for you," he continued.
"Mom, I’m scared!" You ducked your head and brought your crossed arms to your shoulders to pretend like you were shielding yourself from danger. You and athena laughed heartily at your actions while the blond boy was looking at the both of you with a discontent look on his face.
After you had calmed down from laughing, you switched back to crossing your arms, but this time, you were staring at him challengingly. « Bring it on» you smirked. You were in for a hell of a ride.
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And so, you and Draco started to get back at each other to make each other’s life as bad as possible. There wasn’t a day during the school year when one of you wasn’t yelling profanities at the other. Hogwarts had not known a single peaceful day since the two of you first stepped foot in its castle.
At first, the pranks were innocent, to say the least: They ranged from you stealing a school book to Draco hiding a tarantula in your bedsheets. Plus, the fact that you both were sorted in the same house made it easier to access each other’s dorms and thus made you even more creative with the pranks like replacing shampoo with green hair dye for example (Draco remembers this one all too well.)
There was an unspoken rule between you and Draco: Each time a prank is pulled, the counterattack has to be crueler. There were clearly no limits to the extent to which you guys would go to make sure the other's day is ruined.
Currently, you were hiding behind a wall that led to the hallway where Draco was located. You were prying on Draco and his clique who were currently having a boring conversation. You looked at the pink envelope you held in your hand knowing damn well that it was going to make their day a tad exciting.
The thing is, you didn’t know how to give it to him without revealing your identity. You sighed out of frustration: You could’ve put it on his bed as you could access his dormitory easily or even put it on the table of the Slytherin common room but then, it’ll be too obvious that the letter was from you. Your mind was hurting from thinking of possible ways to give Draco the letter without potentially being framed as its writer.
Suddenly, a boy that looked like he could be a first-year had the misfortune to cross your path. You smiled in victory as you waited for him to come closer to you so you could speak to him without being heard.
"Hey, you!" you whispered as loud as you could to the first-year Hufflepuff that was coming your way. The young boy looked scared and pointed to himself, making sure that you actually wanted to catch his attention. "Yes, you!" He gulped not knowing what you could want from him. "Come quick, I’m not gonna bite you!" He walked towards you hurriedly. You handed him the pink envelope containing the love letter, "give this to Draco Malfoy" You pointed to the platinum-haired boy and his eyes widened at the sight of the boy, "to M-malfoy?" Of course, no first-year would ever want to be in a 100-meters radius of Draco unless they wanted to be humiliated in the worst way possible.
"Just give it to him!" You said annoyed. You didn’t quite understand why the entire school was scared shitless of Malfoy, he’s just all bark and no bite. "Look, don’t worry," you reassured him, "if he says anything to you I’ll step in," you smiled. Though, you knew that he was not going to do anything because the letter will distract him. "Now go and don’t tell him who gave it to you," you warned "under any circumstances," you added, "and when you’re done come back to me," he gulped not looking too sure about running this errand for you but, then, he nodded before turning on his heels and walking towards Draco.
"This is about to get interesting," you thought as you watched the boy’s figure walk towards Malfoy. Your breath itched when the first-year arrived next to Draco and you watched the scene unfold. "Well, well, well," Draco smirked, "what gave you the courage to come this close to me?' The boy looked stressed, fearing what will happen in the next few minutes. "S-someone asked me to give this to you," he presented to him the pink envelope with both of his hands while shutting his eyes closed scared of Draco’s next move "what’s this?" The blond boy said curiously while snatching the letter from the boy’s hands.
He opened the letter hurriedly wanting to know what was in the envelope contained. Then, the moment you were waiting for the most came: He took out the piece of paper and started to read. You felt nervous, to say the least, and you hoped that your prank would work.
You continued to watch Draco as his eyes were fixated on the words written before him. And then, to your pleasure, the ghost of a smile appeared on Malfoy's lips. "He smiled," you grinned. It was a small smile, almost unnoticeable, yes but he still smiled.
Draco must’ve felt the grin that wanted to display on his lips badly and so, he bit his bottom lip to suppress it as much as he could. Malfoy cleared his throat, "You can go now," he said to the first year who nodded eagerly to be out of Draco’s sight as fast as he could. "Before, you go," Draco said making the Hufflepuff boy stop in his tracks, "who gave you this letter?" you could feel the first-year panic, "I-i’m afraid that I can’t tell you." Malfoy looked at him attentively before speaking up again, "Merlin, just go what are you still doing here!" This time, the younger boy ran away from Draco to meet you behind the wall you were hiding behind.
You watched as the boy came back to meet you "Was I dreaming or did I see a smile on his lips?" You asked the boy, "I-I think I saw him smile too" you clasped your hands happily while looking at the ceiling, "thank you merlin," you said with a huge smile on your face. The boy looked at you curiously, "what was in the letter?" You tore your eyes from the ceiling to look back at him, "That is none of business," you said, "However, I have a feeling that you’ll be my partner in crime," you smiled. "So, what’s your name?" the boy spoke up, "My name is Sasha." You put a hand on his shoulder, « Sasha, I have a feeling that you and I will get along very well,» you said before turning around to leave the hallway.
"Malfoy, you are so dumb," you chuckled as you skipped to your next class happily. Sasha looked very confused as he watched your strange demeanor. "What did I get myself into?" He said tiredly.
A/n: Remember when I said the last chapter was the longest? Okay, I really didn't want to include this chapter and move on straight to Christmas break, but Draco and Y/n were not cooperating.
Reblogs and feedbacks are always welcomed :)
Word count: 2900 (wtf..)
Chapter 13 |Masterlist |Chapter 15
Life is but a collection of fleeting moments.
One moment, a person can be blissfully basking in the ever so golden glow of the afternoon sunlight coming in through the window at just the right angle, feeling the familiar coarseness of the carpet on their cheeks as they lie on the floor.
They think the moment is perfect. The warmth is just right. Even the tiny dust particles floating around look like fairy dust in the light.
It won't hurt to close their eyes and take a nap for just a second right?
They don't even realise that It only takes one moment, a single diminutive, insignificant second to change everything until they open their eyes again.
The sun is suddenly hidden behind storm clouds, the warmth is replaced by a bone chilling gust of wind that makes them wonder.
How the fuck did this happen?
That is exactly how Draco felt when he saw Pansy hyperventilating outside your shower door.
You sprinted towards the Hospital wing the minute you heard, wearing a mismatched combination of whatever you could lay your hands on. He quickly followed your lead with his footsteps speeding and mind reeling.
Astoria Greengrass was dying of a blood curse.
Astoria was dying?
Draco thought she looked quite alright when he first saw her lying on one of the many beds in the hospital wing with Blaise sitting next to her, holding her frail hands like there was no tomorrow.
Maybe it was some cruel joke.
Maybe it was one of those endless prank wars he didn't seem to understand. Did everyone else already know about this?
“What happened?” You asked but Blaise didn’t even look up.
Upon a second look, he noticed Astoria’s blanched complexion. He saw a tree of veins decorating her closed eyelids. Maybe there really was no tomorrow after all.
“What happened? Someone please, tell me what happened.” You asked again and this time Draco wanted to ask the same question you were asking. Only, he was unable to get any words out of his mouth. He was just too caught in between a maelstrom of overwhelming thoughts and feelings.
He was confused, shocked and maybe a little betrayed because everyone seemed to already know about this but him.
Compared to any of those other feelings however, the sickness rapidly forming at the pit of his stomach was far too overpowering.
The concept of death had hit him all of a sudden with the speed of the Hogwarts Express train and all he wanted to do was reach for the nearest trash can, maybe even another cauldron and hurl.
How is one supposed to wrap their head around the idea of someone they’ve known for a majority of their life suddenly not being there anymore?
Do they just accept it?
What about their clothes that they’ll never wear, their bed that they'll never make, the books they planned to read, the places they wanted to see, their hopes, their dreams? Do people just box them up, lock them away in attics and basements?
Do these unfulfilled and unrealised dreams just sit in those attics till they collect cobwebs and dust and people learn to just forget about it?
Draco swallowed hard, and turned to look at Blaise again. Never had Blaise ever looked so miserable before.
And you?
Just watching you ask the same question over and over again like a broken cassette made stomach acid rise to his throat.
Maybe Madam Pomphrey had noticed the bedlam unfold in the hospital wing because she had suddenly appeared in front of them, seemingly out of nowhere accompanied by Dumbledore and Snape.
“Is she going to be okay?” Pansy asked, maintaining calmness in her voice like she wasn’t just hyperventilating a few minutes ago.
“Miss Greengrass is fine for now.” Pomphrey replied carefully. “I have given her some sleeping draught. She should wake up in a few hours.”
Fine for now.
Those simple words in some way acted as a beacon of hope for everyone present. Blaise had finally lifted his head up, Pansy took an eager step forward and you let out a relieved exhale.
Draco was never the hopeful kind. A part of him knew those words were empty.
Hope for him was like that single ray of sunlight through the clouds, that crepuscular ray that deceived a person into thinking it's going to be a sunny day when it's not. Being hopeful led to disappointment.
“Miss Greengrass will remain in the hospital wing until Christmas break.” Dumbledore informed. “Given the circumstances, she is allowed to have visitors but they must secure permission from Madam Pomphrey or Professor Snape first.”
Draco just stood there, stiffly nodding his head, trying to absorb and process as much information as he could.
Dumbledore explained how the Greengrass family wanted to maintain privacy at this stage, and that they’d be taking Astoria off for treatment somewhere in North America right before Christmas break.
The whole exchange between everyone, the new information only made his head hurt more.
Draco must have spent hours in the hospital wing pondering these things over and over again because by the time he’d snapped back to reality, Blaise and Pansy had left to bring snacks and Daphne had dropped by to drop off a few of Astoria’s things and left.
You were still there though.
You had crawled up into a small nook next to the bed and the side table and were resting your head on the edge of the bed frame, staring into the void with empty, soulless eyes. It appeared as if you were thinking about the same things he was.
Draco stood up, very quietly and attempted to slip in between the tiny space next to you.
You shifted a little when you noticed and tried to make space for him. The nook in between the bed and the side table was too small to fit you both.
“Here.” He whispered, placing both hands securely on your hips so he could lift you slightly off the ground to put you in his lap. “This works, don't you think?”
You didn’t say anything, just clung onto him and rested your head against the base of his neck. The faint trace of your hibiscus shampoo remained and it soothed him.
“Did you know about this?” Draco asked.
“I did, yes.” You whispered against his chest. “I just thought it wouldn’t be real if we didn’t speak it into existence you know. I thought the universe would just forget about it.”
He understood where you were coming from.
He was a repeat offender of not speaking things into the universe. He had never once said out loud how much the potions fellowship meant to him. He had never once let himself admit that he was afraid of failure, or death even. He had never allowed himself to fully realise all the strange unresolved feelings he had carried inside of him since the day he first kissed you.
Saying things out loud released the potential, the probability into the universe and it petrified him. So, Draco kept it all inside and so did you. Or so it seemed.
“I’m sorry I never told you. It just wasn’t mine to tell.”
He nodded, and placed a small reassuring kiss on the top of your head, hibiscus clearing his mind again.
“She’s going to be okay, right?” You lifted your head to look at him with so much hope in your eyes that the only words he wanted to say was yes.
Draco chose not to answer, he just wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer. He dipped his head further down so his lips could meet yours in a kiss that flowed gently and smoothly.
He could hear the beat of your heart against his chest. The steady rhythm of it made the same emotions he’d never stopped to acknowledge vibrate under his skin.
This kiss was in no way lustful, or greedy. Out of all the kisses he’d shared with you, this felt profoundly private…intimate even. The kiss was so uniquely him and you that it was meant to be behind closed doors or inside broom closets where no one else could see the vulnerability of it.
Your kiss didn’t question or reprimand him. It just embraced him with wide open arms and gentle thrashing of the tongue. It was like you understood why he didn’t answer your previous question.
The kiss was silent and comforting and he allowed himself to ease in the stillness.
“Look at you lovebirds.”
A wavering voice broke the stillness before he could fully relax.
The two of you instantly backed away and looked up to find Astoria, lifting her head from the pillow, smiling.
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The yuletide spirit was steadily rising with the sudden drop of temperature.
Evenings were now made of hot cocoa, blankets and ugly Christmas sweaters in the hospital wing that was already decorated in charmed ornaments and tinsel.
Astoria was out like a light most of the time so the remaining days before Christmas break were spent alternating between going to classes and staying at the hospital wing. Except for Blaise, who skipped almost every single one of his classes entirely to stay with Astoria while you and Draco took turns to bring him his homework.
Pansy had declared herself the person in charge for everyone’s food intake and she could usually be found tossing whoever was around brown paper bags filled with whatever special the four broomsticks had that day.
When she was not busy shoving food down people’s throats Pansy worked on the final version of the stainless dress. A needle and thread would always be charmed to stitch the hems next to her as she went through texts to perfect stain countering charms.
It was as if the Slytherins had created an intricate system that seemed to work for everybody. They never said anything explicitly, rarely used any affectionate words. Yet, they looked out for each other in their own silent ways.
With their shields up, helmets on and their self preservation set to an all time high, they somehow took you in as one of their own.
On Tuesday, you’d fallen asleep on a chair next to Astoria and you had woken up to find a blanket draped over your shoulders and a cup of hot beverage covered mostly in marshmallows next to you with warming charms in place.
You reached for the cup to take a huge gulp, grateful for the person that had left it there for you. Your sip was interrupted however, buy a familiar clicking of shoes.
“Hey Hot stuff.” Pansy whispered, careful to not wake Astoria. Her head was tilted to the left and her fringe fell onto her eyes as she read the pink font on your cup.
“Hey Pans.” You whispered back and set the mug aside. A smile was itching at your lips when you noticed the mug and realised Draco had been the one to wrap you in that blanket. “What’s up?”
“I have something to show you.”
Large brilliant cubic zirconia eyes, lips quirked into a half-smile-half-smirk. Pansy had an effervescent glow on her cheeks that made you want to desperately see what she had to show you. None of you had managed to look or feel that way since Astoria collapsed and seeing Pansy like that was like seeing light at the end of a deep dark tunnel.
You quickly stood up from your chair when Pansy pulled out a scroll wrapped in red ribbon from her bag,
“Timeless & Stainless by Pansy Parkinson, 95 Diagon Alley.” The scroll read, and it contained her signature along with two other witness signatures.
“It's a deed y/n.” She whispered excitedly. “I signed a deed. I got a store space in Diagon alley for my clothes.”
There was an amalgamation of hope, self doubt and desperation in her eyes as she looked at you. It was like she craved the validation she never got her entire life when she expectantly waited for you to say something. Anything.
“That's wonderful!”
“Really?”
“Yes! Of course it's wonderf—”
The same Pansy Parkinson that was worried your misfortune might rub off on her if she stood too close to you had somehow strangled you into a hug before you could offer any more words of approval. Because her heels made her incredibly taller than you were, your chin got squished on her shoulder when she tightened her hug.
“Thank you.” She squealed, unable to lower the shaky pitch of her voice. “I would have never thought of it if you hadn’t splashed me with mead that day.”
“It was all you Pansy. Be proud of yourself.”
“I don’t know about anyone else, but you are the harbinger of good fortune for me.” Pansy laughed.
“I know I'm dying but you don't have to replace me yet.”
“ASTORIA!” The two of you screamed, pouncing onto her from either side.
Salty tears rolled down and mirthful laughter bubbled. Two more suffocating but hearty hugs were exchanged and you finally settled on resting your head on Astoria’s left shoulder. Pansy did the same on her right.
When Blaise and Draco finally arrived in their quidditch uniforms after their final match against Gryffindor and stood on either side of the bed, it suddenly felt like you were in a family photo op.
“Did you win?” Pansy asked Blaise.
“Why don't you ask Mr. Seeker over there?” Blaise shrugged, and Pansy groaned before staring at Draco, who had managed to weave his hands with yours.
“What?” Draco asked, annoyed while his thumbs traced absent circles on your skin and you gave his hand a little squeeze in return.
“Why can’t you catch a fucking snitch for once?!”
“If you think you are such an expert, why didn’t you play instead?”
While the two continued to bicker, Blaise placed a kiss on top of Astoria’s head. Opportunities where the five of you could be together in the same vicinity came scarcely with the chaos of being final year students.
This was good.
This felt like family.
This felt like home.
As morbid as it was, the group spent the rest of the evening discussing epitaphs and tombstones and bucket lists and Christmas holidays.
Blaise apparently wanted a marble tombstone, Pansy wanted the words “I am. I am. I am.” from the Bell jar written on hers knowing full well that the quote came from a muggle book. She said it would be rebellious and on brand for her.
It was funny how several days ago, death seemed too terrifying to talk about and now, you were joking about it.
One after another, the five of you started to fall asleep in awkward positions around Astoria. Even Draco had managed to doze off with his head resting on Blaise’s shoulder across from you.
“Psssst.” Astoria whispered, startling you when everyone was out like a light.
“Merlin! Astoria, aren't you asleep?
“I can’t sleep.” She shook her head. “I just had a killer idea for my tombstone.”
“What!!?”
“Please hear me out.”
“Fine.”
Astoria gave a slight cough and straightened up. There was a proud and self assured smile on her face.
“The grass is greener on the other side.”
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Only two more days remained until Christmas break and Draco had woken up that particular morning in a chair at the hospital wing. Pansy was standing by the window and Astoria was lying down with a book in her hand.
He looked around but you were nowhere to be seen and it made him panic for a second. Mostly because he had gotten used to seeing you when he woke up at the hospital wing. Seeing you started his day.
“Where’s y/n?” He asked groggily and he heard Pansy snort in response.
“Didn’t get to gawk at her this morning, I see.”
“I do not gawk.”
“Yes you do.” Pansy replied, using her index finger and thumb to widen her eyes in mockery.
“No I don't.”
“She’s gone to get us all breakfast with Blaise.” Astoria answered, closing her book shut. “Your owl brought you a letter while you were asleep, though.”
Draco straightened his posture and reached for the letter addressed to him on the side table. It didn’t even take him half a second to notice the seal and crest on the letter. Ilvermorny had written back to him.
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
We are writing to congratulate you on your acceptance to our Associate Potions & Alchemy Fellowship Program.
We at Ilvermorny are looking forward to welcoming you aboard and discussing your findings on felix infort–
Draco didn’t read the letter any further.
The fellowship he so desperately wanted was his for the taking and he was stunned. He began imagining a life far far away from the place he grew up in where he’d finally be free to be his own person.
It was the life he wanted.
Maybe he could live somewhere close to the school, have a separate room just to work on potions and he could place your kettle in that room.
Only…The kettle wouldn’t be there with him.
You wouldn’t be there with him.
Draco quickly stuffed the acceptance letter back into the envelope and tossed it aside. He'd miss that kettle too much if he left. He’d miss you too much to the point where he’d be sick.
“Draco?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I speak to you for a minute?” Astoria propped herself up on the pillow. She looked pale, fatigued and the simple posture switch took her about half a minute or so.
Pansy was leaning against the windowsill next to her bed, pretending to be way too engrossed in the landscape outside.
<3 its a mid winters day walking to The Hog's Head with the trio. You can hear the snow crunch beneath your feet as you walk next to Hermione. She's going on about her upcoming divination test but all you can focus on is the way Draco was starring at you in the dining hall during lunch.
hiiiii, request for draco x reader impreg kink? if u can, love your work btw!
thank youuu!🥺
Warnings: Smut, dom!draco, impreg kink,
Summary: Draco has an impreg kink
“Y/N? I’m home!” Your husband yells “I’m in the bedroom love!” You yell back at him. The door opens and you hear a groan from Draco. Probably because you’re in an oversized hoodie covering your shorts and your baby bum noticeable.
“What it is Draco?” You asked, knowing damn well why; Draco walked towards you; putting his head in the crook of your neck. “I love seeing you pregnant with my child” He kissed your neck “Knowing it was my cum that got you pregnant” You moaned as he sucked on your sweet spot “My sweet, sweet cum”
You felt his hard against your thigh and groaned “Draco?” he hummed in response “Please make me cum” You felt him smirk against your neck; “Get on the bed” You obeyed him and laid down on the bed with your legs spread. Draco comes in between your legs and pulls your shorts down, groaning at the wet patch on your underwear.
He knew how bad you wanted, needed him. Especially with the hormones. He slide your underwear to the side and teased your hole for a little bit before he slides two fingers into your cunt. He groaned at how tight you feel around his fingers “So wet and tight” He hummed “All for me right?” When you didn’t answer you felt a sharp slap on your thigh
“Answer me whore” He knew how much you loved being called that while having sex with him. “Yes Draco! All for you!” You sobbed as he added another finger going faster he finger fucked you. You felt your release coming until your felt Draco remove his fingers from your pussy.
“D-Draco!” you whined “I was so close” He smirked “I know baby” He grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his eyes “But I don’t want the reason you cum because of my fingers. I want the reason you cum because of you getting destroyed by my giant cock” He said, letting go of your chin so he could take his clothes off.
The things this man did to you. You could easily cum from just hearing him talk dirty to you. Matter of fact, you have, which you were really embarrassed but Draco found it hot that you can get off from just him speaking dirty.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the clicking of Dracos belt. He pulled his boxers down and you saw how hard and throbbing his cock was. It made you smirk knowing how hard you could get your husband.
“Take your hoodie off” Be demanded, you obliged and took off your black hoodie, leaving you bare, Considering how you don’t wear a bra.
You laid back down on the bed with Draco on top of you. He went to go play with your nipples and then took one of your breast into his mouth. Sucking and swirling his tongue around the pink bud.
Draco took his cock into his hand and jerked it up and down before placing it at your entrance. Slowly but easily, he slid it. You both moaned feeling the stretching his cock was doing.
He slid all the way in and let you get comfortable with his size. Even though you’ve been dating all your life, you still couldn’t believe how big your husband was.
“Move” You said and he obliged. He thrusted in and out of you. You moved your hands down his back scratched down his back, surely leaving marks.
You bit your lips to hide your moans, Draco however wasn’t very fund of this.
“Don’t hid the noises you make, darling”
“I wanna hear every noise you make because I destroyed you
