Summary: You receive a letter with a gift every week, and your brother Harry and his friends won’t stop teasing you about a “mystery admirer.” Little does he know, the sender is the last person he’d ever expect.
A/N: I'm currently in love with potter!reader x draco scenarios. ♡
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It started about a month ago—a quiet little mystery that became your favorite part of the week.
Every Friday morning, just as the Great Hall buzzed with chatter and clinking silverware, a sleek, pale-gray owl swooped down gracefully and landed in front of you. It was never late. And it always brought something thoughtful—something that made your heart race just a little.
The first gift had been a delicate silver charm bracelet, simple but elegant, with a tiny serpent dangling from the chain. The note attached was written in tidy script:
“Something subtle… to keep me close, even when I’m not there.”
The second week, it was a small box of enchanted chocolates—each one shaped like a star, and when you bit into them, they whispered things like, “You’re beautiful,” and “Thinking of you.” The letter that time said:
“A little sweetness to match yours. Don’t share them with Weasley.”
You had giggled at that one, earning a curious look from Harry across the table.
Week three, it was a pressed flower—some kind of rare, deep purple bloom you’d never seen before—enchanted so it would never wilt. The note was shorter that time, but no less meaningful:
“Even something rare and beautiful pales next to you.”
And today? As the owl landed gracefully in front of you, heads turned, and Harry, who had already caught on to the pattern, raised his eyebrows with exaggerated interest. You untied the small parcel and unfolded the parchment first.
It read:
“Meet me tonight. Same place. P.S. You look stunning when you smile at my letters.”
You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you unwrapped the gift—a silver locket. When you clicked it open, inside was a tiny photo of you (one you didn’t even remember being taken) smiling down at something out of frame. Opposite it was a moving image of Draco, eyes soft and a rare, genuine smile tugging at his lips. Your heart squeezed.
“Alright,” Harry said, setting down his fork and leaning forward on his elbows. “This is getting serious now. A locket? You have to tell me who it is.”
Ron and Hermione both looked up, curious and amused, but Harry was the most relentless.
“I’m guessing—hmm—Ernie Macmillan.”
You rolled your eyes, tucking the locket carefully into your pocket. “Nope.”
“Michael Corner?”
“Wrong again.”
“Hmm…” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Zabini? He’s smooth.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Lockhart?!” Harry gasped suddenly, eyes wide with mock horror. “Is it Lockhart? You can tell me!”
“Harry!” you squeaked, swatting at him, your face burning as you laughed.
“Look at her blush!” Harry crowed. “It’s Lockhart. Case closed.”
Ron groaned. “Please, no one wants to think about that.”
That night, you slipped out like usual, heart thudding as you made your way through the secret passage to your hidden meeting spot. And sure enough, there was Draco, already waiting, arms crossed, expression… stormy.
You frowned. “Hey… what’s wrong?”
He didn’t answer at first, just glared down at the ground. His jaw was tight, and he seemed to be brooding even more than usual.
“Draco?” you pressed, stepping closer.
Finally, he huffed and muttered, “If your brother keeps talking about other boys, I swear I’m going to hex him into next week.”
You blinked, startled—then burst out laughing. “That’s why you’re sulking?”
Draco scowled but didn’t deny it. “It’s annoying. All day, it’s been Corner this and Zabini that—and Lockhart?! Are you kidding me? I should’ve hexed Potter right then and there.”
You giggled, sliding your arms around his waist. “Jealous, much?”
“Maybe.” Draco didn’t even try to hide it. His eyes were sharp but softened when you reached up to brush his hair back.
“You know it’s only ever you, right?”
That earned a rare, genuine smile. He leaned down and kissed you, slow and deep, pulling you flush against him like he never wanted to let go.
“Let them guess,” you whispered against his lips. “It’s more fun that way.”
“As long as you remember who you belong to,” Draco murmured, smirking now, possessive but playful.
You laughed, pecking his lips. “Always.”
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The following Friday, you thought maybe things would settle down. But oh, how wrong you were.
The owl swooped in as usual—but this time, it carried a huge box. Bigger than any gift so far. You stared as it dropped the package in front of you with a graceful thud.
“Oh, this is serious now,” Harry announced, eyes lighting up as he grabbed the box before you could. “Come on, let’s see what lover boy sent this time.”
You groaned, but Hermione and Ron were already leaning in curiously, and of course, the Weasley twins—never ones to miss out on teasing—slid onto the bench with identical grins.
Harry opened the box dramatically—and all five of them gasped.
Inside was the most stunning gown you’d ever seen: emerald-green silk, shimmering faintly, clearly enchanted, with intricate embroidery that looked too expensive to even touch. You couldn’t stop staring at it.
“Holy—” Fred began.
“—bloody hell,” George finished.
“Is that designer?” Hermione whispered, eyes wide.
Harry held it up, gaping. “This must’ve cost a fortune! Okay, okay, this is big money. We need to think. Who’s rich enough to pull this off?”
You tried to grab it back, face burning. “Harry, stop—”
“Theodore Nott?” Harry guessed first.
“Nope.”
“Mclaggen?”
“Wrong.”
“Zabini?” Hermione chimed in, clearly entertained now.
“Montague?” Fred suggested, holding the dress up to himself with a wink. “If it is, tell him I want one too.”
“Ohhh,” George added dramatically, “I bet it’s one of those international students. Super rich.”
You groaned, hiding your face. “You guys are ridiculous.”
Fred and George shared a look and started chanting, “She’s getting married! She’s getting married!”
“I am NOT—!"
And then it happened.
A sudden clatter of footsteps, sharp and purposeful, echoed across the Great Hall. Everyone turned—and your stomach dropped.
Draco Malfoy was storming across the room, eyes locked on you, face like thunder.
The table fell dead silent.
“Uh… why’s Malfoy coming over here?” Ron muttered nervously.
Draco didn’t stop until he was standing right behind Harry, towering over him with his arms crossed and that deadly glare fixed in place.
“I’m the one who bought the dress, Potter,” Draco announced, his voice cool but sharp, loud enough for half the hall to hear. “Not the cheap students you’re rattling off like some pathetic guessing game."
Silence.
Harry’s jaw dropped. Fred dropped his fork. Hermione blinked like she couldn’t process what had just happened.
Draco turned to you then, gaze softening ever so slightly. “You’ll look stunning in it, by the way.”
Harry's eyes widen even more, practically bulging out of his eye sockets, as Draco leans in to kiss your forehead.
And with that, he spun on his heel and strode out, his cloak following behind him.
There was a beat of stunned silence… and then chaos.
“MALFOY?!” Harry exploded, whipping around to stare at you. “You’re dating MALFOY?!”
Fred and George howled with laughter, practically falling off the bench.
“Ohhh, this is gold,” George gasped between wheezes.
“Best reveal ever,” Fred agreed, wiping tears from his eyes.
Ron just looked horrified, and Hermione… Hermione slowly closed her book, gave you a look, and said, “I knew it.”
You buried your face in your hands, groaning. “…Well. I guess the mystery’s solved.”
stepbro!draco fucking you with your parents in the next room
NSFW content ahead, +18
the filthy sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the bathroom as draco pounds your tight little hole from behind, his tall frame pinning you against the sink while he watches you intently through the mirror, your pretty bambi eyes looking right back at him.
"shh, love," he coos, fingers gripping your hair tighter as he yanks your head back, lips pressing against your pulse point. "you gotta be quiet f'me, yeah?"
your parents are home at this moment, sitting in the living room within a few feet, so the chances of getting caught are high, and draco can't risk it. if his father finds him fucking you —his wife's innocent and polite daughter, he'll definitely kill him. that fact hasn't stopped either of you though, the thrill of getting caught just making the two of you hornier, his cock throbbing inside your warm cunt as you coat him in your arousal.
you can barely hold back your pretty moans as you feel the delicious drag of his fat cockhead across your inner walls, his dick hitting all the right spots inside you so easily.
"i— i can't..." you stutter between little whimpers, cheeks flushed while you arch your back, hips moving backwards to meet his thrusts.
a slow smirk spreads across draco's face at your response, fingers trailing from your hair down to your neck, roughly pressing his palm against the front of your throat as he slams forcefully against you.
"you can't, huh?" he'd taunt, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you still. "can't stay fucking quiet?"
a loud, strangled moan leaves your throat despite your efforts not to make a sound, your pussy tingling too nicely for you to be able to hold them back. you shake your head in response, lips parting as your gasp for air.
"feels too good," you whimper, eyes rolling back.
your noises would force him to reach out and cover your mouth, his palm muffling every pretty sound you make while he keeps thrusting in and out of your quivering cunt. you can feel yourself clenching tighter around him as you near the edge, the coil in your belly tightening.
"honey, is everything okay?" your mother's voice asks from the other side of the door suddenly, while she knocks softly. you both freeze for a second, but then draco starts pounding into you again. "you've been there for a while."
your brows knit together in a frown, pretty face scrunched in pleasure as you reach up to tug his hand away from your mouth, pulling it downwards to encourage him to rub your little clit. you have to be quick.
"yes, mum, i'll be right out," you answer, and your voice is clearly breathy and agitated.
Maybe I’m in the wrong spaces, but I feel like we don’t talk about Draco being Bellatrix’s nephew enough???
I can just imagine him inviting his girlfriend over one day, not knowing that his aunt has stopped by to pay his mum a visit, and she’s like, “Oh, Draco? I didn’t know you’d be returning so soon.”
And he freezes, going absolutely pale when she catches sight of you. Her smile is all twisted and deranged.
“Who’ve we got here? A girlfriend!?” Bellatrix teases, eagerly glancing between her nephew and sister. “How come I wasn’t made aware of this?”
And you can think of a few reasons just by looking at her.
She stares you down, even jumps up to see if you’ll flinch. When you don’t, she’ll play in your hair and circle around you, cackling manically while doing so. She’ll stop abruptly and come so uncomfortably close, only to sniff you out.
“Good job, Draco. You didn’t bring home a filthy mudblood this time. If you had, I would have gladly put an end to her miserable life before she even had the chance to sit down for tea.”
Then she just spins off, a swirl of shadowy darkness everywhere—clothes and curls and mind, before returning to her sister near the hearth, smiling a wicked smile as if nothing happened at all.
requested by anon "Hiii if it's not too late I saw you were looking for Harry potter requests!! If you write for Draco please do prompts 1, 31, 36, and 20 where he's jealous but doesn't want to admit it to reader and then just kisses her? If you don't write for Draco just ignore.. thank if you do!"
warning swearing, aggressive verbal argument
o hey i do writing prompts,, those used in this imagine will be in bold
gif cred belongs to @draco-fuckingmalfoy
"where have you been?"
you jumped, not expecting to hear a voice so late at night when entering the slytherin common room. placing a hand on your heart, you looked around with an annoyed expression to see draco malfoy sitting in one of the chairs, not even looking at you.
"why do you care?" you sighed, not forgetting how he had brushed you off earlier that day when you tried to talk to him in potions. draco had been rather crass with you lately; ignoring you in lessons, seemingly fuming every time he caught your eye, and making sneering comments at you when you managed to get him to say something. you were getting fed up with it; a week of sass from the guy you were crushing on had you grumpy in every lesson.
he finally looked up at you from the paper he'd been reading, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. "i am a prefect, you know."
you rolled your eyes. "how could i ever forget.." you started to make your way to the girls dormitories when you heard his footsteps approaching behind you.
"i asked where you've been."
you turned around to find him much closer than you'd expected, his jaw clenched and his expression positively livid. if you weren't so mad and confused with him, you would've found his anger achingly attractive. "what do you care, draco? you seem to take no interest in where i am any other hour of the day!"
"i don't care!" he spoke defiantly, but his own fury betrayed him. "i couldn't care less if you were out there with potter or whoever the hell in the middle of the night. but as your prefect, i ought to know!"
you blinked in surprise at the accusation of you being with someone. "what does it matter if i was with someone not, draco? do you just think of me as some common lass who sneaks out to get her-" the realization dawned on you mid sentence, and you watched carefully as draco's jaw clenched, as if he were biting back another shout amidst your working mind. "are you jealous?"
"oh come on, i see the way you've been looking at him," draco accused, dodging your question. "looking at him like everyone else does--like potter owns the castle and everyone in it. like he's some hero to our ranks. and i've seen the way he's been looking at you, too." before you could ask what the could possibly mean, he crossed his arms again and spat, "so was it him that was worth sneaking out for?"
you scoffed at him, shaking your head. "you're mad! you're deluding yourself into thinking i was out with someone because you're looking for something to be upset about!"
"i've said it once and i'll say it again: i don't care."
"everything about you right now screams otherwise," you scoffed again.
"just tell me who you were with and this is all over!" he spat, opening his arms in a frustrated manner. "i am a prefect, y/n, you have to tell me."
"get a new excuse!" you demanded. he just glared at you and you glared right back into his darkened grey eyes. you let your words ring for a moment before you asked again with less ferocity, "draco, are you jealous?"
"you're slow today," he spoke quickly and ferociously, taking your face in his hands and practically crushing your lips to his. despite the quickness and pent up aggression in the kiss, it was desperately satisfying to let go of the argument to throw your arms around his shoulders, letting days worth of tension melt into his mouth.
after a few quick, hot moments, the kisses turned slower and longer as the anger that began the exchange simmered, and all that was left was the passion that underlined everything between the two of you. when you both pulled apart, draco surged forward one last time for a long, hard kiss before he finally opened his eyes. you were slower to open yours as he dragged his hands your arms to slip to your waist, his face still only a mere inch from yours.
"better than whoever you were with?" he asked lowly, giving you a cocky half-smirk despite his hot breaths still hitting your lips.
you rolled your eyes but your former anger didn't resurface. "considering i was just at a private astronomy lesson with professor sinistra, definitely." the admission made him close his eyes for a moment. "yeah, feel a little stupid now?"
"no," he was quick to answer, grey gaze immediately locking with yours again. "now that you're mine.." you raised your eyebrows at him but didn't interrupt, "i have the right to feel whatever the hell kind of jealousy i want."
warnings: thigh riding, reader being used, crying, kind of subspace, Cedric being an asshole, aftercare <3, mentions of scratches and bruises. I do think that’s all. Take it or leave it, don’t like don’t read, okay?
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“what happened?” he asked as he pulled her inside before anyone could find her out after curfew
“went to see Cedric…” she mumbles as she walked to his room and collapsed on his big, newly made bed, always typical Draco..always so neat.
“oh fuck” he cursed through a sigh, he wasn’t exactly fond of Cedric, also known as the ‘golden boy’, or the fact that he never cares about y/n. he just gets what he wants and sends her out the door, not even caring if she finished or not and no aftercare whatsoever. And that was a big deal for him, aftercare is his favorite part and should always be offered.
“didnt even get to finish, dray...” she whined as tears slid down her slightly pink cheeks, oh those cheeks, someone as beautiful as her should never have to cry over a boy like..him..Cedric.
“oh love..” he muttered, “why do you keep doing this to yourself, you know you always end up in my dorm crying your pretty eyes out on my bed” he said as he sat down on the bed and wiped her tears with his thumbs, mascara slowly making black trails from her long lashes above her doe eyes, bottom lashes sticking together.
“he told me I was his good girl…i just wanna be good” she sniffled and hiccuped. God he couldn’t help but feel his heart gain a crack.
“your tummy ‘s all achy, yeah?” he asked putting a big hand on her lower abdomen, he quickly noticed how she leaned closer to him, seeking his touch.
“so bad, dray”
“want me to take care of you?” He asked already knowing the answer. He felt so bad for her, he doesn’t want his little sweetheart to suffer
“please, Draco” she begged airily
“okay love, come here. ‘M gonna help you out”
“am i a good girl? i just wanna be a good girl—“ she said desperate for assurance, but the blonde slytherin cut her off
“i promise you’re a good girl, angel” he said, his hands were now wrapped around her waist as he began moving her, “but you gotta stop going to him, he’s no good for you, love”
her pretty pink lips parted as he kept moving her back and forth on his thigh, making her pussy rub against his pants back and forth
“Draco” she whispered as her hands moved up to his wide shoulders so she can move faster
“there we go, keep going, honey” he said, “poor princess, didn’t get to cum, hm?”
she shook her head and closed her eyes, feeling her climax coming on as she was already on the brink of it from earlier
“mhm” she nodded and moved faster and faster, feeling the tension loosen up bit for bit, focus on the feeling of him.
“you can cum, love” he said, a low yet high pitched moan came out of her as her high came on, she fell on the bed next to her on the side, breathing out as she tried to catch her breath
“i didn’t mean to bother y—“
“sweetheart” Draco cut in, “i’m not him. i’ll take care of you, cm’ere” he said, picking her up and taking her to the bathroom counter
“i’m gonna take of your clothes, is that okay for you?” he asked, what can you say, he’s a man of consent
“It’s okay Draco” she said in a tired and weak voice, his jaw clenched at the sight of her bare body, bruises, red marks, and scratches were all over her body.
it meant that it was a rough night and that asshole didn’t even bother to give her the aftercare she needed. How careless, and he was supposed to be the soft, goody two shoes golden boy. Only if every girl that swoon for him knew what an ungrateful, selfish prick he was
“Fucking asshole” he whispered as be turned on the water and filled the bath, he hated the being that was Cedric Diggory. that fucking asshole never bothered to care about that poor girl that just wanted to please him and make him happy, in hopes of one day he’ll care for her
he put some soaps and bath salts in and gently put her in the bath, he cleaned her up with a soft towel, minding the sensitive areas. He was really careful to not make her uncomfortable in any way.
“want a rubber duck?” he asked, she nodded, he chuckled lightly as he put a rubber duck on the water, seeing her move it around and play with it while he washed her hair and body, she didn’t want to make her smaller than she was, but he knew she liked all the silly muggle stuff and he just wanted to reward her for how good she’s been. She deserved a good end of the day
he then dried her off and dressed her in one of his boxers and his quidditch sweater, he put her in bed and placed a blanket over her body and tucked it in on the sides of her body to create a comforting feeling
“stay with me?” she said as she saw him walk away, she reached out her hand for him, he sighed and muttered a small ‘of course’ as he held her hand and whispered sweet nothings in her ear while she slept and once in a while planting a loving kiss on her head
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This is a very old one, one of the first five I wrote actually. So I know it’s bad, don’t come after me😂❤️
after divination class you and your group of friends headed straight to the great hall for dinner
you still were in your own headspace while your friends had already moved onto something else to gossip about
but as soon as you sat down for dinner you suddenly didn’t feel like eating
“I’m gonna head out..” you muttered, gathered your things and left
your friends just nodded and continued with their conversations
sure they were a bit confused but they were sure you would tell them what was on your mind when you got a chance
but how could you break it to them that you had draco malfoy on your mind
especially when you would tell them that you had no interest for the pretentious brat
but for some reason, he didn’t seem like one anymore
draco was already in the great halls with his group
also in his own headspace, thinking about you
he saw your every move as soon as you entered the great halls for dinner
when he didn’t see you eat at all, he snuck his favorite type of apple into his robes and excused himself
his friends try to intervene and see what was up with draco but he didn’t give them the chance
it was only 7 when you entered the library
you thought it was a good chance to do some assignments ahead of time while you waited for draco
every person that walked by made you think that it was draco
why were you so eager to see him?
you were just doing him a favor
it meant nothing to you.. right?
draco made sure that he didn’t seem like he ran to the library to see you
he made sure to catch his breath (check his breath) and fix his hair
he positioned himself so that his arm was propped up on the shelves to look “cool”
“hey y/n.. hope you didn’t wait too long..”
like last time, you didn’t have to look up to figure out who the person was
you looked at your watch, “it’s not even 8 yet”
“yeah I wasn’t that hungry so I thought that I could just head to the library and get some work done..”
silence took over as you both just stayed in your spots
you looked anywhere but him, moving some of your things around to make some space for him
“well lets get started on what you need help with for the upcoming potions quiz..”
you didn’t expect to sit across from you
usually when you help someone with studying, they sit next to you so that it’s easy to show them your notes
so you looked up at him, “wouldn’t it be easier if you sat next to me?”
that question caused draco to smirk
“sorry y/n.. I didn’t know that you wanted me to sit next to you.. did you want me to sit closer to you?”
you furrowed your brows in offense, “I just thought it would be easier to show my notes but I would rather have you sit as far away from me as possible..”
draco dramatically pouted and grabbed at his shirt over his heart
“man y/n.. you know how to break a man’s heart.. but.. I’m a visual learner, I’d rather sit across from you and watch your every move. I wanna make sure I don’t miss a single thing..”
draco didn’t break eye contact with you while he said that
which made you slightly uncomfortable
“anyways.. since the quiz is on chapters 20 to 25, let’s start with chapter 20...”
why did he make your heart create millions and billions of little heart-shaped butterflies fly through your veins?
maybe it was the lack of food that made you feel this way
maybe if you had a little snack, you wouldn’t be feeling so fluttery
as soon as you thought that, your stomach grumbled
draco let out a stifled chuckle
he thought it was completely adorable
thank merlin he had an apple in his robe
“care for snack, y/n? maybe you didn’t have dinner?”
he knew you didn’t have dinner but he already felt like he came off as a little creepy and he wanted to back off.. just a bit
“no.. I didn’t feel like eating at the time... but now...”
you gave him a stern look while you reached your hand out to grab the apple
but he pulled it back from your grasp, “ah-ah.. I’ll give you the apple on one condition”
“what condition? I’m already helping you study and now I need to do something else for you?”
you were starting to get a little hangry and draco could tell
it made him want to tease you more since you looked so cute when your angry but he didn’t want you to dislike him even more
he wants to show his best version of himself to you after all
he leaned in closer to you and his joking demeanor softened
“the condition is that you promise me that you’ll eat even if you don’t feel like it.. your brain is tricking your body that you don’t want food even when you need it... your health is important, ya know?”
your mouth slighted opened before turning pressing your lips together, that surprised you
it seemed so out of character for draco malfoy to be so.. caring?
it was like there’s this whole side to him that you didn’t know
maybe you should try to reach for apple that professor trelawney told you about
maybe you should try to see if that apple is truly sweet or if it’s sour
it doesn’t hurt to try.. right?
you fiddled with your fingers before looking up at draco and gave him a smile, though you felt a little self-conscious about it
“I promise..”
it was like a whole new world opened for draco
he has seen you smile but he’s never received a smile from you
after seeing you smile, he swore to himself that he’ll be that person to protect that smile
no words were needed; he handed you the apple and opened his book to chapter 20
you noticed that while you were helping him study, draco really didn’t need your help at all
but you didn’t say anything about it
that was until professor pince told you two needed to leave the library; it was already close to midnight
“damn we were in there for a while, huh?”
you two were gathering your things; constantly grazing each others’ hands but ignoring the lovey-dovey tension
“it’s your fault, draco.. we could’ve finished this study sess earlier if you look at your notes instead of looking at me the whole time..”
draco smiled; that was the first time he’s ever heard you call him by his first name
you and draco were making your way out of the library
he was holding your things for you; he insisted that you had a long day and that he’d be a gentleman and hold them for you
“I thought I told you y/n..” draco bent down to look at you eye to eye, “I’m a visual learner”
this whole time you thought you were suppressing the natural reaction to blush but it was only because the library was cold and dim
he could clearly see that you were blushing and he felt like he just won the quidditch championships
you looked away and started to grab your things from him in a hurry out of embarrassment
“anyways.. I noticed that you really didn’t need me to help you study.. so what was all of this about?”
you made sure to hide your tomato face from him
you stopped in your tracks when you didn’t hear his footsteps next to you
“isn’t it obvious, y/n?”
his question made you turn around
“I wanted to spend time with you.. I’ve noticed you for a while and I’ve always wanted to-”
“so this is what you were up to, draco..” you both heard blaise coming around the corner with the rest of the slytherin gang
“is this your victim this time? you could’ve just told us!” theo echoed the same amount of mischief as blaise
“I’mdefinitelyprettythanher...” pansy muttered under her breath
all of those comments made your heart drop into your stomach
“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS EVEN TALKING ABOUT? FUCK OFF!”
his friends ruined this moment for him and he didn’t know if he could dig himself out of this hole
he used to go for girls who would give anything to be with him and it was only to forget the fact that you were with bloody potter
they were just there to distract him from your relationship with potter at the time
he wasn’t that guy anymore because now he has a chance with you, this was his only chance
because if he fucked this up, he’ll never have the chance with you
“am I just another one of those girls to you?”
those words were heavy on his heart; he felt like he couldn’t breath
you weren’t those other girls; you were different
it was never about them, it was always about you
you made him feel like he could be a better person
as a better person, he wanted to cherish you and protect your smile
and now that smile was no where to be found
your voice was soft enough for only draco to hear but the others got the gist of what you said
“I bet ya draco only went after for her because he heard that she didn’t like him..” goyle wanted to add onto the banter
crabbe continued to throw the fuel to the fire, “saw her as a challenge, I bet”
you didn’t want to hear anything else
that was all you needed to hear that figure out that any apple from draco malfoy was going to be sour anyways
so why did you even consider trying in the first place?
you scoffed at their attempt to try to get you to cry and run down the hall like all the other girls that were heartbroken by draco
“you all must be daft.. even if malfoy did see me as a challenge and wanted to pursue me.. doesn’t mean that I’d give him the time or day..”
you glared at all of them in the eyes, “I just had some extra time to spare to help out a classmate.. besides if you all need any help with your classes, which I’m sure you do, just let me know.. I’d be so glad to help out my dim-witted classmates..”
that made a lot of them pretty mad, “did you just call us dumb?” pansy shrieked, “you filthy half-blood!”
you gave her a half-hearted smile, “I may be a half-blood but at least, I’m not dumb..”
that made some of them raise their wands at you until draco came in between them and you
that made them lower their wands
he was filled with rage and all of his friends realized that they all just made a huge mistake
but before anyone could say anything, you just walked away
you didn’t need anyone protecting you
you could fend for yourself
and if you could walk away from a situation, you would
you didn’t need to get into a wand fight to prove a point, let alone a physical one
you didn’t need these uptight, dumb rich kids ruining your education
“HEY I WAS TALKING TO YOU!” pansy tried to run after you with her wand but draco grabbed it out of her hand
“leave. her. alone. or I’ll make you... that goes for every one of you”
draco threw her wand across the hall and ran after you
none of his friends said anything
“maybe we shouldn’t have jumped into conclusions..” blaise said as he noticed how troubled his friend really was with his emotions for you
theo attached himself to blaise’s hip, “yeah it’s all pansy’s fault that draco is mad at us now..”
as the group of slytherins’ bickering was fading into darkness, draco was sweating trying to find you and fix this problem
he was crazy about you and he wanted you to see that he really did have feelings for you, real feelings
all of that hard work he put in during the study session were flushed down the drain
he knew that you didn’t like him at first
he knew that you didn’t fawn over him like those other girls
why would he pursue someone that he knows doesn’t like him?
he can’t control his feelings
he can’t control how his heart feels when he brushes pass you in a busy hallway
or how it feels when he sees you in the same class as him
or how it feels when he hears you laugh
he saw you make your way to the astronomy tower and he follows suit
draco stops in his tracks when he hears you throw your bag to the ground and start crying
if his heart was cracked earlier, it’s completely shattered now
“stupid girl... it’s not like you ever liked him anyways.. your mind is tricking you that you like him... if there is such thing as love, I don’t wanna taste it.. I’m just so afraid... so why...”
you were fighting with yourself; crying into your sleeves and talking out loud
“..so why am I fighting these feelings I have for bloody draco lucius malfoy...”
“feelings are weird like that, huh..”
like all the times before, you didn’t need to look behind you to hear who that voice belonged to
“go away, malfoy”
but you really didn’t want him to
and he didn’t
draco sat next to you but there was a significant amount of space between you two
“I want to apologize on the behalf of my friends’ actions and words and-”
“-and for playing me?” you cut him off, “you should get yourself an acting career..”
no matter how sincere he sounded, you figured that he’s just used to acting like it
“and for not telling them how I really felt about you..”
you were so confused, you ended up looking up at him; not caring about your current appearance
your appearance made draco come closer, out of concern for you
he cupped your face but you didn’t have enough strength at the moment to push him away, you only had enough strength to not look at him
your eyes were red from the crying, runny nose sniffing every second and brows furrowed not with irritation but furrowed with utter sadness
“y/n.. please answer me.. are you okay?”
“okay!?” you pulled his hands off of your face
“no, if you can’t tell by my puffy, teary-eyed face. I’m NOT okay! I’m not okay with having my feeling played with like a puppet! I’m not okay because the moment I felt like I could trust you, I found out that I was just one of your collection of other girls that played victim to your little sick game and-”
draco suddenly took one of your hand and put it over his chest
“would my heart be beating this fast for a girl I didn’t care about?” his voice was soft but stern
the adrenaline made you lash out your inner thoughts; you took a breath to try to return back into your calm, cool and collect self
“you could be faking it,” you replied
he got up immediately, “then I’ll go steal veritaserum from snape’s private collection to prove to you!”
if you didn’t physically hold the determined draco back, he would’ve dashed down the tower and actually go steal the truth serum
“why would you risk yourself for that?! don’t you know that you could get detention or even expelled-”
“because, y/n, I want to prove to you that I really.. truly like you.. ever since I sat next to you in charms class, I always thought you were no one I’ve ever met..”
“the first time you sat next to me in charms class? that was our first year...”
your grasp on his arm loosened and you gave him the chance to voice his inner thoughts
“yeah.. you were smart but you didn’t act like a know-it-all like granger.. or make it your whole personality like all of those ravenclaws.. you were always nice to everyone and anyone but you never let anyone walk over you.. I was so happy I got a chance to talk to you because I enjoyed our conversations in the library.. you made me feel like I could be my 100% self.. I always thought that if you could get sorted into any house and you would do extremely well anywhere you went... and also...”
draco brought his hand up to “wipe” his nose to hide the blush that was blooming onto his face
“also?” your curiosity was peaked
“also you were just about the prettiest girl in our class.. our whole school even..”
“but I’m a half-blooded Hufflepuff..”
“none of that matters.. I just like you for you.. every moment I have with you makes my feelings for you grow fonder.. I just hope that, that’s enough for you..”
you sniffled a little laugh through your stuffy nose, “draco lucius malfoy.. you really are full of surprises..”
you looked up at him through your damp lashes
the moonlight was shining onto his platinum blonde hair
his eyes held that twinkly baby blue sliver of hope
hoping that you would be able to give him a chance
“if I give you a chance, am I going to regret it?”
“if you gave me a chance, I’d do everything in my power to never ask for a second chance...”
you really pondered at his words and professor trelawney’s prophecy
“I swear to merlin, draco if you do-”
“you can hex me, send a bludger my way or even use any unforgivable curses on me!” he had his hand over his heart as if he was pledging himself to you
you took the hand that was over his heart and just held it tight, “let’s not have it get to that point..”
draco was so happy he wanted to kiss you
his eyes were wavering at where to kiss you
would it be too much to kiss you on the lips?
what if he kisses you on the cheek and he misses and kisses your nose?
would it be okay to kiss your nose?
he was so distracted with his thoughts that he didn’t notice you get on your tippy toes to kiss him on the lips
draco’s smile grew and he pulled you closer to him so that he could kiss you better under the moonlight
although these new feelings were unripe and green, they still tasted sweet on your lips
Description; Draco feels conflicted when forced to join the death eaters, how can he fix his relationship with y/n?
Draco sat at the edge of your dormitory mattress, head in his hands frustratedly.
He told you about how his father insisted on him joining the death-eaters, how he had to do it. He didn't know what to do.
You had been upset with him, you didn't want him caught up in a world of pain and suffering, a world his father and mother ultimately suffered through everyday. (athough his father deserved it.)
He didn't know what to be caught between two worlds, and now he'd caused you to storm of, he had caused you pain ultimately.
"Draco, please." You'd pleaded with him, "I just want you to be okay, you deserve better than that stupid group.. and they're stupid morals. You deserve to be happy." Your hands sat on either side of his face, trying to get him to look at you.
"Y/n..please, it's not that easy." He screwed his eyes shut, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Please. We'll run away, we'll find somewhere safe, and we'll hide away until the world is over. Love, please." You pleaded, you felt your own hot tears stream down your face.
"Y/n stop, you know I can't.. I can't do that. Not to my mum.. and you need to finish school, I hate Potter, but he needs you.. The whole school needs you to win this.." He sighed, his hands resting on your hips, as he pressed his head to your chest.
"Draco.. Please. I want to run away. I want us to be free and-" He cut you off, pulling out of you embrace, and standing up from the bed walking to your dresser, "Y/n no. Just drop it. I can't. We can't."
You looked at him, a large frown enveloping your face as you looked down. "I'm sorry. Draco we have no future like this. With you a murderer and me a savior."
"Maybe that's for the best." He sighed, his hands placed on the dresser as he looked at himself in the mirror, an exhausted look filling his face.
You looked at him, your eyes instantly filling with more tears as they suddenly turned yourself into sobs, and you left.
He sighed, he didn't know where you left to. He didn't know what to do, how to fix his problems, how to fix your problems as a couple.
He'd loved you, he had since you'd stepped into his compartment 3rd year on accident, he loved you when you yelled at him for making those stupid pins during the Triwizard Tournament, he loved you when he asked you to the Yule Ball and stepped on his feet during every dance, he loved you no matter what you did. No matter how you did it.
He sighed, he was stupid, daft for letting you leave the room, for not apologizing, for not following you. But he had to fix it.
He followed the way you left, knowing you as well as he did he, he followed you up to the astronomers tower.
His heart shattered as he was you sunken next to a pillar at the top, your knees to your chest, and your head to your knees. You were crying, or just finishing up anyway, he could tell that much.
He sighed, and walked over, pulling his robes off and setting them over you, as you'd been in pajamas when he'd come to speak to you.
He sat besides you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. You could hear the rhythmic pounding of his heart, and it relaxed you, even though he was the last person you wanted to see.
"I'm sorry.. Y/n. Please, darling, I love you." He whispered into your hair. "Did you really mean it... that it's for the best?" You hicced, looking up at him with swollen eyes.
"Never love.. I just can't lose you, and if we run.. I'm afraid he'll win. And then I won't ever have peace with you. I'm just.. I'm scared." He sighed, closing his eyes.
You put your hands on either side of his face and sighed, "Never change, love. It's okay to be scared.. but you have to trust me. Let me in, let me help.."
He sighed, and looked up, this was the first time you'd ever seen him cry. He was scared that if he let you in you'd hate him, that you'd think he was lame, or weak.
"I'm sorry.. it's just. It's scary. And I can't let her down, my mum deserves better, and you deserve better-" You cut him off rubbing his eyes.
"Let's stay up here tonight. Let's talk. Just talk, about everything. You can keep blaming yourself for how our lives are, I know your mom couldn't ask for a better son, I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend."
Draco gave a light smile, as you held the sides of his face and peppered kisses across his face, "I love you."
