summary: You and Draco have been yearning for one another for so long but never acted upon it until one of the Malfoy's infamous New Year's Party—and a little nudge from Narcissa and Lucius.
pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader
warnings: Y/N is used, reader's last name is Voss, drinking and getting high, fluff, angst if you squint, pureblood nonsense, lmk if I’m missing any
a/n: based off olivia rodrigo's song :)
The Malfoy’s hosted a New Year’s Party every single year. And every single year, you were expected to attend—courtesy of your pureblood last name. It wasn’t necessarily the worst thing, but the older you got, you realized how easy it was to bypass the boredom of parents bragging about their own treasures and heirlooms.
Under the darkening blue sky, you and the other heirs snuck out for your own New Year's Party in Narcissa's garden. A couple of heirs were smoking blunts by the roses, laughing and jeering at the other heirs who were throwing up from all the supplied firewhiskey.
It truly was all good fun, but something inside you began to bother you.
You were sitting by the fountain and nursing your own cup of firewhiskey, simply watching all the different kinds of couples surrounding you. Some of them were your friends, like Blaise and Pansy, and Theodore and Daphne, but it was weird. Well, at least to you.
If you told them that they were going to get together a year ago, they would curse you out until they lost their voices. Now, they were making out and giggling about random things couples in love would giggle about.
Daphne had told you once that honest love was a cage that makes you feel free, but you weren't sure if you believed that yet. Besides, your eyes couldn't help but wander to the blonde heir that always made time for you.
You've known Draco for as long as you could remember. And with every passing year, the knot in your stomach seemed to tighten progressively whenever you got closer to him. When you were at your lowest, he was your spark in the darkness—the one to keep you sane whenever your parents were controlling your every move. And when he was in need, you were there, supporting him in whatever he needed help in.
But right now, he was the sole heir of the Malfoy riches, the one every family wants their daughter to marry. In fact, he was currently being paraded around inside the manor while his father talked his ear off about potential ladies.
That was the one problem that seemed like you weren't able to help with.
"Of course, the Parkinson family has a very acceptable daughter."
"Nonsense, she's dating the Zabini boy." Narcissa waved Lucius off, eyes shifting around the vast ballroom. "What about the Greengrass family?"
"Both daughters are blood traitors, I think not." He scoffed before turning to Draco, raising a brow when he caught the boy staring outside with a dazed expression. His expression softened by a millimeter, knowing that look all too well from years of staring at his wife.
A small smirk grew on Lucius' lips, voice finally tearing through the bubble Draco had surrounded himself with. "Though, I'm sure the Voss family name would pique someone's interest."
Draco tore his eyes away from your face, meeting his father's. The mention of your name was enough to bring him out of a coma—even if it was merely your family name. He cleared his throat, "Come again?"
"My darling, it seems you already have your heart set on someone." Narcissa smiled softly and cupped her son's cheek, laughing when he meet her eyes with flamed cheeks. "You have three minutes until midnight." She suggested with a tilt of her head. "You should go to her."
He looked between his parents, observing as his father watched his mother lovingly—like she was the only woman standing in the entire room. Draco nodded once and quickly made his way out to the garden, passing all the power hungry girls eyeing him and the drunk guys trying to get him to drink as well.
"Voss." Draco appeared in front of you without warning, slightly breathless. "Do you want to go for a walk?"
"Wha—? Uhm, sure. I have nothing better to do." You agree with little hesitation, surprised by the sudden invitation but still taking his hand he offered you. You tuck your hand in his arm and follow his lead, stepping around a puddle of vomit before speaking a little more freely now that you were away from the fanatic heirs.
"Finally got tired of Lucius and his speech of finding the right woman?" You ask in amusement, staring at the cracked concrete on the pathway.
"Something like that." His lips curled into one of mirth before it quickly faded, the moon highlighting the sudden sheen of sweat on his forehead. Honestly, Draco felt like wax, melting on the spot after pulling you away from the masses that praised the very floor he walked on.
Sure, he was used to being alone with you, but now he had an objective that could make or break his entire world.
And he wasn't sure if any of this was right, or wrong, or if he was just insane for suddenly springing it on to you—but he wanted you to feel how he felt when somebody says your name. Even if it meant risking your entire friendship.
“It must’ve been dreadful if you wanted to go for a walk and not have a shot of firewhiskey with Blaise and Theo—“
"Y/N?" Draco stopped walking, turning to face you.
You look up and meet his eyes, sensing the reluctant tone in his voice. You tilt your head, your own eyes reassuring him—even for a split second. "Yeah?"
His heart was nearly beating out of his chest, and before he could even stop himself, he felt his mouth move—his mind catching up moment later. "Y/N. I love you—I've always loved you. Every night, I swear you're in my dreams. You're the woman I want to fall asleep next to and still wake up to. And I have never wanted somebody as much as I want you. I've tried to shove the feeling down thinking you don't feel the same, but I can't ignore it—not anymore." His chest heaved with every word. "I swear, with my whole heart and being, that I love you. I want to be able to tell everyone there that you're mine and I'm yours—" He cut himself off and tilted his head, staring at the moon.
"Y/N, I want you more than anything my family name has to offer." He whispered and slowly lowered his head again, his gray eyes piercing straight into your soul.
You stare at him, completely at a loss of words.
"Say something… please." He looked between your eyes, watching as they began to glaze over.
A wet smile appeared on your face as tears began to fall, cupping his face and kissing him, the new year fireworks going off. Draco blinked before reciprocating the kiss, his hands moving to pull you closer by the waist to deepen it. You separated just as the fireworks died down, Draco wiping your tears while you leaned into his touch.
"I love you too, you idiot." You laugh and kiss his palm, heart beat finally matching his after ages of not knowing whether or not they would ever sync up. "I've been wanting you for ages."
"We were a bit thick, weren't we?" He chuckled.
You nod before teasing him, nudging his ribs with your elbow. "You were a poet for a second, Malfoy."
He scoffs, "I'm sorry for pouring out my heart for you."
⟢ pairing. draco malfoy x fem!gryffindor reader. ⟢ summary. draco realizes that he may or may not have feelings for you, and that scared the hell out of him. ⟢ enemies to lovers. he fell first, he fell harder. draco being in denial. ⟢ wc. 2,8k ⟢ masterlist!
you and draco had been sworn enemies ever since you stepped foot into hogwarts. it all started when draco decided it’d be an entertainment to make fun of you very first friend—ron. of course, you stood up for him. sharp words. sharper glare. you made a few snarky comments about draco, and that pissed him off, really pissed him off. because not only was he embarrassed by anyone, no, but rather a girl. sure, he’s met loads of people who are brave enough to stand up for themselves, but never did he ever meet a girl bite him back. you really got under his skin.
you felt bad enough soon afterwards, so you decided to apologize to draco, maybe it was just a bad start, and you could become friends, you thought. wrong. instead, when you approached him that day to apologize, he and his friends greggory goyle and crabbe decided to play a little ‘harmless’ prank on you. you spotted him in the great hall during lunch, lounging at the slytherin table with goyle and crabbe. you took a deep breath, mustered your courage and walked over, ignoring the ugly stares around you.
“draco, i just wanted to—”
before you could finish, he cut you off. “oh, look! she’s in love with me,” he drawled, loud enough for not the entire table to hear, but rather the entire hall. he and his friends burst into laughter, but that wasn’t enough for them. you tried to hide your face in pure embarrassment. but as you stood there, he flicked his wand under the table, and suddenly your shoes stuck fast to the floor, as if someone had put a magic superglue on them. you tried to move, but your feet wouldn’t budge. at this point, everyone was laughing at you, and it made your cheeks burn from embarrassment, well except for your friends hermione, harry, and ron.
and with another flick of his wand, your bag flew open, its contents scattered all over the floor. your books, quills, ink, parchment, and at last, a photo of you and ron. “hey, look! looks like little y/n has a boyfriend!” he flew his arms up in the air, photo in his arms so that everyone could see. everyone burst into laughter, snickers echoing through the hall, and all you wanted was the world to swallow you whole. you tried your best to contain the tears threatening to spill, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. you could feel both sadness and anger bubbling up in your chest. oh you were so going to get him back.
and that’s what basically started your little rivalry with draco.
the rest of the years, you two just continued on with this silent hatred towards each other. endless arguments in the corridors. snickering remarks passed in classes. glares exchanged across the great hall. It became a sort of a game neither of you would admit you were playing, but neither of you would back down from. you knew it was childish and pathetic, you tried—tried to stop this childish nonsense by ignoring him but he just wouldn’t stop either. if he didn’t stop, why would you? you never wanted to back down from a malfoy, and you never wanted to let him walk over you like you were some sort of dirt.
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you were bolting across the castle corridors with books clutched tightly to your chest. oh you were so dead. you had already been late to professor’s snape class twice this week, and there was no way he’d let you off a third time. your shoes skidded slightly on the stone floor as you rounded a sharp corner, and slammed straight into something solid. books went flying as you stumbled backward, barely managing to keep yourself upright. you winced in pain, rubbing your forehead. “sorry i didn’t mean—”
“watch where you’re going!” an unfamiliar voice spoke up, cutting off your sentence. you looked up slowly, only to see crabbe and goyle towering over you, smug expressions plastered across their faces. without a word, you kneeled down, gathering the books scattered everywhere. you knew better not to stir things up, you honestly just wanted out. but then goyle took a slow step forward. and then another. until the thick sole of his boot landed squarely on the cover of your defense against the dark arts book. he shifted his weight onto it, grinding it slightly. “going anywhere, sweetheart?” you let out a slow, controlled breath, calming yourself down.
“aw, is she going to cry?” crabbe mocked, his voice thick with fake concern. goyle laughed, still grinding his boot into your book. hearing this, something in you snapped. you stood up, fists clenched at your sides. “you—”
“back off.”
you froze—everyone did. goyle turned his head slowly, his smug expression faltering. there, stood none other than draco, just a few steps behind them. “seriously? picking fights in a hallway with someone who’s not even trying to fight back? pathetic.” crabbe opened his mouth to argue before shutting up upon seeing draco’s deathly glare.
crabbe and goyle exchanged a look, clearly unsure whether to stay or follow his silent command. sure enough they got their answer once draco sent them another death glare, sending them goosebumps. the two lumbered off, still grumbling to each other as they disappeared around the corner.
you just stood there, eyebrows raised, your expression that in a mixture of confusion and disbelief as you stared at him. “what are you looking at?” he asked, his tone sharp. you scoffed, still wearing a confused-disbelief-weirded out face. “i had it under control, by the way.” you kneeled down once again to gather the books and papers scattered across the cold stone floor. now it was his turn to scoff. “yeah right you did.” he inched closer, kneeling down across from your figure as he reached for a few books near your hand. you simply shot him a look. “i didn’t ask for your help.”
“i was expecting more of a ‘thank you’ rather than endless chattering.” he replied coldly, causing you to roll your eyes. soon enough, you’d gathered the last of your books, hugging them tightly to your chest as you stood up, draco following shortly after. “here’s your.. stuff.” he muttered, tossing a few of your books at you without a care as you caught them just in time, almost dropping your potions book.
“thanks? i guess.” you muttered, catching his gaze one last time before hurrying past him, almost forgetting about professor snape’s class. oh you were so getting detention.
he let his gaze linger on your figure as you slowly disappeared into the castle corridors. “did i really just help that pathetic girl?” he scoffed at himself, clearly confused and annoyed at his obnoxious actions earlier. he brushed it off soon enough—dismissed it as nothing more than a moment of temporary insanity. “whatever,” he muttered under his breath, tugging his robes tighter around him as he made his way through the castle corridor.
meanwhile, you crept silently down the hallway once you got near enough, clutching your books like they might somehow make you invisible. with every step toward the potions classroom, you prayed snape would be too deep in his lecture to notice the door creak open. unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side this time.
the second your hand touched the handle and you slipped through the barely opened door, all eyes turned—well except for one. he didn’t even have to look up to know it’s you, of course it was you, who else would it be? “ah… miss y/l/n,” snape drawled, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as they flicked up from the papers on his desk. “how generous of you to grace us with your presence. tell me, did you spend the last fifteen minutes perfecting your dramatic entrance, or are you simply incapable of reading a clock?” you let out an awkward chuckle, eyes darting from here to there out of nervousness.
“i can explain, see—”
“five points are deducted from gryffindor,” he interrupted flatly, his voice cold. “for your inability to arrive on time,” his gaze flicked to you now, slow and deliberate. “and another five for believing your excuses are worth wasting class time.” you froze, lips parted, but he wasn’t done. “detention. this evening. you’ll report to the hospital wing, madam pomfrey is in need of assistance.”
you only nodded, sighing in defeat. quiet whispers and sucked breathes could be heard around you, causing your ears to burn in embarrassment. well, you did see it coming, just didn’t thought you’d end up with madam pomfrey. honestly, you were just grateful you didn’t have to scrub the toilets.
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inevitably, you being you, you snuck out of detention. it was pretty easy actually, all you did was slip out the back quietly when madam pomfrey got distracted with a student coughing up slugs. you could have stayed—should have. but it was the quidditch finale! there was no way you were missing this.
so now, here you were, standing at the edge of the stands with hermione and ron by your side.
“do you think they’re going to make it?” hermione asked, her expression was filled with worry, not taking her eyes off of harry. “don’t worry,” you said softly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “you know they always do.” she nodded slightly, but her gaze didn’t waver. the roar of the crowd echoed in the distance, today was the quidditch finale, after all. everything was riding on this match. victory or defeat, it would be remembered.
your gaze was fixed on harry, watching his every move as he soared through the sky with focused determination. that was, until he knocked malfoy clean off his broom. you winced as you watched him tumble toward the ground. “bloody hell, that must’ve hurt!” ron too, winced watching the scene play out. and of course, being the crybaby he is, he whined and cried out in pain, causing you to erupt into laughter. “what a crybaby,” you snorted, nudging hermione and signaling her to look down.
she too, laughed, watching the scene unfold. “i mean honestly, can he be more pathetic?” you giggled, watching his body got dragged away before averting your attention back to the game. however, your stolen moment of freedom didn’t last so long. because just as you were starting to relax, a chillingly familiar voice spoke from behind.
“enjoying the game, are we miss y/l/n?”
you froze, already knowing who’s voice that belonged to. slowly turning around, you came face to face with the one and only: professor snape himself. damn it, just when things were starting to get fun. “abandoning your assigned detention to sneak into a quidditch match,” he said coldly. “how very brave of you.”
he was expecting you to come up with thousands of excuses, but no, this time, you kept your head low, not daring to make a sound as you accepted your ‘defeat.’
“since madam pomfrey has apparently been relieved of your assistance, i’ll see to it that your punishment continues under my supervision. expect extended hours, and fewer excuses.”
and just like that, your fun came to a very swift, painful end. but fairly speaking, it was worth it. you didn’t regret sneaking out on detention, not even a little.
you pushed open the doors to the hospital wing, trying your best to act casual, like you hadn’t just snuck out of detention. “well, well. look who decided to show up.” madam pomfey looked up from her cabinet with a raised a brow. you gave her a sheepish smile, rubbing the nape of your neck. “sorry, got.. held up?” you muttered, giving her an awkward-apologetic look. “mhm,” she obviously didn’t buy your excuse, but thankfully she didn’t press it.
“you can start by helping me here, basic salve application, wound cleansing, the usual.” you listened intently at her orders, nodding in response as you let your eyes wander around the room. your eyes then landed on a certain blonde whom you’d recognize, sitting on one of the beds with a scowl and a rather dramatic ice pack pressed to his forehead.
you replayed the moment where he had fallen oh so dramatically and whined like a baby, and you couldn’t help but let out a snort—unfortunately enough, loud enough for him to hear. his head snapped toward your direction almost immediately. “what are you laughing at?” his tone was cold, firm, as he was trying to act as cool and intimidating as possible. but then again, that never worked on you.
“nothing.” you shrugged, averting your attention back to madam pomfrey, who’s now explaining how to treat minor surface wounds. on the other hand, draco scoffed at you, clearly annoyed and irritated. “now, you’ll be helping malfoy with his wounds.” you blinked, still not able to process what she had just said. “wait, what? can’t i help neville? or seamus?” you practically begged her not to put you with draco.
“no buts. malfoy’s wounds are all but minor ones.” before you could negotiate or even complain, she immediately gave you a tray full of supplies before promptly walking away, leaving you alone.
you dramatically sighed, rolling your eyes as you made your way toward draco, who didn’t look much pleasant either. “you look thrilled to see me,” you muttered dryly, setting the tray beside him. “i’m overjoyed,” he deadpanned. “can’t you tell?” you ignored him, grabbing the cloth. you fought back the urge to just choke him right here, right this moment.
“shut up and hold still,” you murmured, bringing a cloth to his cheek. he winced as you gently dabbed the cut on his left cheek. you rolled your eyes, still not looking at him. “your wound is as small as a goblin’s nail, you’ll live.” now it was his turn to roll his eyes. your presence alone infuriated something inside him.
eventually, the two of you fell into a quiet silence. you were too focused on cleaning his wound, and as for him, well, he was too busy fighting himself from looking at you. he couldn’t help but steal few glances, his eyes drifting toward your face every now and then. not that he’d admit it. he’d constantly lean back once you got too close, way too close.
he didn’t understand it. didn’t want to understand it.
his heartbeat had picked up without warning, thudding awkwardly in his chest. and the worst part? you were just there, close, calm, completely unaware that you were quietly driving him insane. and that unsettled him more than anything else. he looked away, jaw clenched, silently begging himself to get a grip. this was you who he was talking about, you! the person he has hated from the very beginning, the very person who infuriated him more than anyone. so why, why was his heart racing—beating so loudly for you? he gulped once your face inched closer, looking away almost instantly.
snap out of it, draco.
“done,” you said finally, stepping back and setting the supplies aside. just as you were checking if you’d missed any wounds, you noticed the faintest shade of pink dusting the tip his ears. “you good?” you asked, concern lacing your voice. “i’m fine,” his tone was sharp and defensive. “haven’t you got somewhere else to be?”
you blinked. okay. rude.
your brows lifted slightly, folding your arms. “as a matter of fact i do.” with that, you made your way across the room to madam pomfrey, not giving him another glance. “all done,” you said, trying to keep your voice neutral. “he’s not bleeding out or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
she glanced over her shoulder with a nod, clearly picking up on your tone but not commenting on it. “good. i need you to stay and help with the other students. and once you’re done, tidy up the room, will you?” you gave a quick nod, already moving to the next patient, someone from hufflepuff with a nasty bruise forming on their temple.
that night, draco couldn’t sleep at all. who else would he be thinking about if not you? you had invaded his mind that it made him go insane. no matter how many times he turned over in bed, no matter how tightly he shut his eyes, it was always you he saw. it was maddening, really. he groaned and threw his pillow over his face. “this is ridiculous,” he muttered into the fabric. “completely mental.”
he hated to admit it, but if he were to say he just now thought you’d grown up to become rather attractive—he’d be lying. truth was, he’d known for years. he just never let himself acknowledge it.
he pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. “no. absolutely not. this is not happening.”
in which… your bf!draco playfully humps onto you :3 requested by anon -> here (masterlist) (nav)
your footsteps padded against the wooden floors of hogwarts’ library as you searched for an open study spot. exams were coming up, and you had to cram as much as you could in one week.
when you finally reach an empty table, you immediately start to place your books down. emptying your tote bag onto the table; paper, quills, textbooks, study guides.
before you can reach the seat you hear someone faintly walking behind you, but ignore them and continue to grab things out of your bag. then, you feel it. hands quickly summoned around your waist, holding your hips as a strong force came from behind.
fucking draco.
he had humped you, humped you, in the middle of the library. thankfully, it was a less crowded spot, and nobody saw to your understanding, but still. “draco!” you turn around quickly, smacking the blonde on his arm.
“fuck, sorry,” draco chuckled. “you’re out here lookin’ too damn good, i had to.” his eyes darted back down to your hips as his bottom lip got lost in between his teeth.
“ugh,” you scoffed playfully, sitting down on your chair. “don’t distract me, i have to study.” he said nothing, but sat in the chair right across from you. “care for one more? i should probably study as well, since i love my studies and all that.”
bullshit. he hadn’t been to class in two days.
“whatever, just let me focus.” you met his eyes, only his shimmered with lust and need. “sure, but let’s make it fun.” you knew that look, whatever he said next was not going to be very helpful.
“every question you get right is every hour i’ll spend fucking you tonight.”
tessa’s notes… hope this was good! sorry for being so absent loves, exams are killing me😖 i have a few requests to fill so expect more from me this week!
MDNI!!! draco malfoy x fem!reader, thigh worship, manhandling, dry humping, slight exhibitionism (outdoors, possibility of being caught), praise, possessive behavior, established relationship
w/c: 1255
a/n: another first! never written draco before either... and thank u to the wonderful @i-await for helping me edit!
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Tonight’s date was meant to be simple. Pumpkin carving, a hayride, maybe some apple cider donuts. You should've known nothing is simple with Draco.
The hayride’s engine had shuttered. Coughed. Died. The two of you were left stranded in the middle of a field lit only by lanterns, the atmosphere strangely romantic. The rest of the group had left, hoping to find their way back. That had been twenty minutes ago, leaving you and Draco alone among the orange leaves and grass.
“Bloody useless muggle contraptions,” Draco spat, kicking one of the wagon’s wheels. His blonde hair glinted in the moonlight, a few loose strands falling over his forehead as he ranted about the group you’d been traveling with. “What kind of morons leave two people stranded while leaving for their own hopeless expedition?”
You bit back a smile, leaning against the wagon’s railing. “It’s a pumpkin patch, Draco. Not the wilderness.”
Your boyfriend’s sharp gaze turned to you, his lips twitching into something between a smile and scowl. “Forgive me if I don’t find that comforting.”
You shrugged, pulling your coat tighter around yourself to fight the crisp breeze. But even with the cold air, warmth settled low in your belly every time you looked at him. The sharp cut of his jaw, the tilt of his chin, the way his hands flexed as he shoved them into his pockets. He never failed to look aristocratic in a way.
“Standing here sulking isn’t going to fix the engine,” you pointed out, tone teasing.
“And what exactly would you have me do?” Draco drawled, stepping closer until his shadow engulfed you. “Want me to wave my wand and summon a mechanic?”
You gave him a pointed look, and he rolled his eyes, muttering about ‘stupid no magic zones.’ But his annoyance dissolved as his gaze focused on you again, roaming over your face. The heat in his eyes made your cheeks burn.
“You’re enjoying this, huh?” he asked, voice low.
“Maybe a little,” you admitted, lips spread in a shit-eating grin. Draco shook his head, though he was smirking.
“Alright, get over here, trouble.” He extended a hand, stepping back.
You blinked at him, utterly confused. “Why?”
“Because, if we’re going to be stuck here, we might as well have fun. Dance with me.”
You laughed, even as his tone left no room for argument. “Here? There’s no music.”
The blond shrugged, his hand still outstretched. “We don’t need music. Come on. You told me once you wanted to dance under the stars like in those movies you watch.”
His words sent heat flaming in your cheeks, and before you could think better of it, you took his hand. His fingers closed firmly around yours as he pulled you flush against him. He smirked, free hand curling around your waist.
He began to sway you, breath curling against your ear as he hummed a tune. The field’s lanterns cast a golden glow over you two, the world outside of this moment disappearing along with your worries. It was almost too intimate, but the weight of his gaze felt like a warm blanket as he guided your movements.
“Not so bad, is it?” Draco said softly, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
You were unable to answer, throat tightening as his hand slid lower to your hip. His touch was confident, commanding, leading your body to the rhythm of his steps.
However, your boyfriend wasn’t content to keep his touch innocent for long.
His fingers trailed down your thigh, gripping the skin with a possessiveness that made your breath hitch. “You have no fucking idea what you do to me, trouble,” he whispered, voice rough as his thumb rubbed arcs over the skin peeking out between your skirt and boots.
Heat followed his touch as his fingers moved higher until they reached just under your skirt. Fingertips teasing your inner thigh, the slowness of his advances made your legs tremble.
“Draco,” your voice was barely a whisper, heart hammering. He pulled you closer, stopping you mid-sentence as his thigh pressed between your legs.
“Shh. Let me enjoy this,” he murmured, still smirking as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. His hands wandered with purpose, sliding up your thighs to grip them firmly, lifting you off your feet as if you weighed no more than a feather. Your body is already responding to him, the strength of his hold making your stomach flutter, arms coming around his neck for balance.
You gasped as he settled you against him, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His body was solid and warm beneath you, making you press against him.
“Feel that?” he mused, tone teasing as he pressed you against his thigh. “Already trembling. I bet you’re soaked, too, trouble.”
The friction was maddening, the rough denim of his jeans pressing against the most sensitive part of your body. He shifted slightly, the movement creating a delicious pressure that left you breathless, head spinning with want. A lantern flickered somewhere, casting shadows over his face, but the hunger in his eyes wasn’t going anywhere.
“Someone could see—” you protested, but the idea of being caught seemed to only spur him on.
“Let them,” he murmured, smirk turning into a full-fledged grin. “They should see how perfect you look when you come.”
You squeaked in surprise, and his hands tightened on your hips in response, pressing you harder against him. His fingers dug into your flesh, guiding you to grind against him as he murmured praises into your ear. The rough material of his jeans, combined with the firm muscle beneath, sent so much pleasure up your spine it was almost too much. You had to bite your lip to keep from crying out.
He tutted, and when he spoke, his voice was low and commanding. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”
His words were like scissors to the last thread of your restraint, a soft moan escaping you as the tension built. Every roll of your hips made your mind fuzzier, the world narrowing down to the moment and the mounting pleasure between your thighs.
You couldn’t have stopped the next moan that came from you even if you’d tried. Head falling back, the pleasure built, sharp and all-consuming as it neared its peak. Draco’s grip on your flesh never faltered, his thigh flexing between your own as he drove you wild.
“That’s it,” he murmured, tone dripping with honeyed satisfaction. “Let go for me, trouble. There you go.”
Your orgasm hit you like a wave, consuming you with a force that left you shaking in his hold. A soft whimper left your lips, and Draco’s grip held fast as pleasure swept through you.
The sounds you made echoed through the pumpkin patch, carried by the wind; though your boyfriend never let go, holding you steady. In a rare gesture of tenderness, he stroked over your thighs, touch gentle as ever.
Once you caught your breath, his eyes gleamed with triumph. “Told you we’d have fun.”
You couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips, leaning your head against his shoulder. “You’re insufferable, y’know that?”
“And yet here you are,” he replied, voice warm with love and amusement as he kissed your temple. The world felt hushed except for the distant rustle of leaves. Nothing from before mattered. Not the hayride’s broken engine, the empty field, not even your earlier worries. Only him, this moment, and the intimacy between you two.
Summary: When a study session with your boyfriend turned turns into bickering, it quickly becomes a battle of pride, neither you nor Draco were willing to admit who’s wrong
Warnings: no use of y/n
Cw: fluff kinda
Wc: 1k
A/n: short one for now bc a new series is coming soonnnn and also yes I’m posting every day… I write at night before I sleep and just queue everything like a maniac cause I’m literally free this whole two weeks lol
It had started, like most things between you and Draco, with one of you being wrong.
The problem was that both of you were too stubborn to admit they’re wrong.
You were sitting across from each other at your usual table in the Slytherin common room, the one closest to the fire that you had silently claimed as yours. Books were open, parchment was everywhere, and at some point in the last hour the studying had quietly turned into an argument, the way it always did, the way you both privately looked forward to even though neither of you would ever say so out loud.
"That's wrong," Draco said, not even looking up from his essay.
"It's not wrong."
"It's literally wrong."
"Draco, I swear—"
"Swear all you want," he said, finally glancing up at you with that expression — the calm and unbothered cause he knew he had you — "you're still wrong."
You grabbed the textbook and flipped it open with more force than necessary, the pages fanning out before you found the right one. You slid it across the table so hard it nearly knocked over his inkpot. He caught it without even flinching, which was deeply annoying, steadying it with one hand while he read the page with the other. It took him about five seconds. Then he looked up at you with the single most irritating expression you had ever seen on a human face in your entire life.
"Fine," he said.
You blinked. "Fine what?"
"You're right."
There was a pause while you processed that. "What?"
"Don't make me say it again."
"No, no, hold on," you said, sitting up straighter, "I want to make absolutely sure I heard that correctly, because I could've sworn that you just said—"
"I will take it back."
"You literally cannot take back being wrong—"
"Watch me," he said simply, and pulled the textbook back toward him.
You grabbed it. He grabbed it back without missing a beat, and suddenly you were both holding opposite ends of it, leaning forward across the cluttered table toward each other. He raised one eyebrow, slow and deliberate, like he was daring you to do something about it. You were very aware that his face was about a foot from yours. You were not going to think about that.
"Let go," you said.
"You let go."
"I had it first."
"I need it for my essay," he said pleasantly.
"You just said I was right, so clearly you've already learned what you needed to—"
"I said you were right once," he said, "not that I'd learned anything from it."
From across the common room, Blaise looked up from his own homework for what had to be the fourth time. He looked at Pansy, who was sitting beside him on the sofa with her chin in her hand, watching the two of you with patient, hollow-eyed expression of someone who had been through this many times before and had quietly stopped expecting it to end any differently.
"Are they flirting or fighting?" a fifth year whispered from one of the armchairs.
"I genuinely cannot tell anymore," someone else whispered back.
You let go of the textbook at the exact same moment Draco did. It dropped flat on the table between you with a dull thud. He smoothed down the pages very calmly with his palm, taking his time about it, unbothered in the way that only someone who had won could afford to be unbothered. You pushed your hair back, straightened your parchment, and looked back at your own essay with the dignity of someone who had absolutely not just been in a tug of war over a Potions textbook.
The fire crackled. Someone on the sofa turned a page.
"You have ink on your face," Draco said, after a moment.
You looked up. "Where?"
He didn't answer. Instead he leaned across the table, reaching over all the clutter between you, and wiped it off your cheek with his thumb. He did things like that sometimes without making it a big deal— small, quiet things and the worst part was that it always caught you off guard no matter how many times it happened. It was kind of his way showing you, he cared.
He sat back and picked up his quill like nothing had happened.
"You could've just told me," you said.
"That was faster," he said, eyes on his essay.
"It really wasn't."
He didn't answer, which meant he knew you were right about that one and wasn't going to give you the satisfaction.
You looked back at your own parchment, trying to find your place again. The common room had settled back into its usual quiet, the fire warm at your side, the dark water of the lake pressing soft and still against the windows. Normally this was the part of the evening where the two of you actually got work done, riding the calm on the other side of whatever argument had just burned itself out. Normally.
"Your essay has a mistake in the second paragraph," Draco said.
You didn't look up. "No it doesn't."
"Third line."
"It's fine, Draco."
"It's going to cost you marks," he said.
"My essay," you said, setting your quill down and looking up at him, "is perfect."
He looked at you over the top of his parchment with an expression that was doing a lot of work. His eyes were calm and grey and faintly lit up in a way that had nothing to do with the fire. "Nothing is perfect," he said.
"I am," you said.
Something shifted in his face. It was quick, just a flicker, like a door opening and closing before you could see inside — the way he was always almost smiling around you and pretending he wasn't. He looked back down at his essay. "Read the third line," he said.
You looked at the third line of your essay. You read it once. You read it again. You read it a third time and felt a very specific, very unpleasant feeling settle somewhere low in your stomach, the feeling of someone who is about to have to be quiet about something.
"It's fine," you said.
"It's wrong."
"It's the stylish way of writing—"
"You wrote the wrong name."
You opened your mouth.
"You wrote Golpalott," he said, very calmly, "when you meant Gamp."
There was a pause. A fairly long one.
"That's," you started, "a really easy mistake to make."
"They sound nothing alike."
"They both start with G."
"So do a lot of words," he said. "That's not a defense."
"At least Golpalott sounds better than whatever that is. Come on, who names someone Gamp."
"Just fix it,"he said, fighting the urge to crack a smile.
"I will fix it," you said, with great dignity, "when I'm ready."
He put his quill down. Slowly. Then you saw his shoulders move, just slightly, and you realised that he was laughing. Quietly, with his mouth pressed together, but laughing.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"No," he said.
"You're literally laughing at me right now."
"I would never," he said, which was such an obvious lie that it looped back around to being almost impressive.
The problem, was that him laughing made something in your chest go soft and stupid regardless of what you did about it. He had the kind of laugh he kept small and close, the kind he didn't give out to just anyone, and even when it was at your expense it still felt like something you'd been handed. You had never told him that. You were never going to tell him that.
"I hate you," you said instead.
"Fix your essay," he said.
"I genuinely, deeply hate you."
"I love you too," he said, your cheeks burned red from that sudden confession.
You picked up your quill and crossed out the third line with more force than was remotely necessary, pressing hard enough that the parchment dented. Draco watched you do it in silence, wearing the calm expression of someone who had won and was being very mature about it — which meant he was being smug, but quietly, which was somehow worse.
"Thank you," he said, when you were done.
"Don't."
"Very mature."
"Draco, I will actually—"
"Shh." He reached across the table and tapped the top of your parchment twice with two fingers, light and easy. "Write."
You looked at his hand. He hadn't pulled it back. It was just resting there, near the edge of your parchment, close to yours. You looked up at him and found him already looking back at his own essay, quill moving, like he hadn't noticed. Like it was nothing. He was very good at that — making things seem like nothing while they were quietly everything.
You turned back to your essay and started writing.
The common room had gone properly quiet now, the kind of quiet that settled in late at night when most people had drifted off to bed and left only the fire and the low sound of quills on parchment. It was the kind of quiet that you had come to think of as yours, specifically — yours and Draco's — something that existed on the other side of all the noise you made together.
After a few minutes, his pinky finger hooked over yours where your hand rested on the table. He didn't look up. He didn't say anything. It was such a small thing, barely anything at all, just the side of his hand against yours, but he did it the way he did all the quiet things.
You didn't say anything either. You just wrote, and he wrote, and the fire burned low and warm beside you.
From the sofa, Pansy glanced over at the two of you. She looked at Blaise. Blaise looked back at her. Neither of them said anything for a moment.
"They're so annoying," she said finally, quiet enough that it wouldn't carry.
"I know," Blaise said.
"It's actually kind of disgusting."
"I know," he said again, and smiled at his book, and turned the page.
the one where Blaise notices the Malfoy signet ring on your finger.
send draco requests.
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The air smells like a combination of Draco and yourself, but mostly Draco - notes of citrus overlaid with the scent of tea and smoky wood. His sheets are cool against the surface of your skin, a sensation which lends a sharp contrast to the warmth of his bare chest against your cheek. You can feel one of his hands tracing patterns onto the skin of your back, as he other hand fiddles absently with your fingers which you have splayed out across his chest, a lazy post-coital haze surrounding you both.
“Who knew the Draco Malfoy would be one for cuddling,” you say teasingly your fingers tugging lightly on the long slender digits which are still tangled with yours. This isn’t the first time you’ve been here, your naked form flush against Draco’s in the same bed in which he had you legs hooked over his shoulder, his name a litany on your lips just mere moments ago.
“I’m not,” he scoffs with a roll of his eyes, as he manages to squeeze your fingers in his, a subtle battle for dominance among you both.
“Alright then,” you say both suddenly and with a calculated carelessness as you push your hands, fingers still tangled in his against his chest as you make a move to sit up. The covers slip easily down your skin with no clothes to act as friction. It exposes you, your nipples hardening upon contact with the cool air. You’e barely managed to get up when you feel the arm wrapped around you shift, fingers pressing more firmly into your hip to pull you back down.
“Where do you think you’re going,” Draco questions. He keeps his tone indifferent but the arm which has tightened around your body tells a different story.
“I’m sure Theo likes to cuddle,” you express matter of factly, keeping your expression innocent and it earns you an icy gaze from the blonde, cool grey boring in you. Draco observes you for almost a full minute before speaking.
“I’m sure he does not,” is what he finally says as a retort, his tone more disgruntled this time.
You open your mouth to disagree only to feel your back pressed flat into the mattress, Draco’s body now covering yours, his movements swift. You see the glint in his eyes as he lowers his head towards yours.
“Draco,” you breathe his name out. He doesn’t respond but presses his lips to yours. His hands find yours, fingers tangling together, pinning your hands above your head. You kiss him back, teeth nipping his lip lightly which earns your a low growl from the back of his throat. You can feel Draco hardening, his length pressed against your stomach. Your almost miss it with the competing sensations overtaking your body - lips, hands, skin, but your brain manages to register the feeling of Draco slipping cool metal from the signet ring on his last finger onto your index.
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“Well, well, well - look who decided to join us,” Blaise calls out too cheerily, taking in the sight of you and Draco walking into the small sitting room in what had come to be Draco’s side of the Malfoy manor.
“It is surprising that I’m joining you in the sitting room of the Malfoy manor,” comes Draco’s reply which earns a good natured chortle from Theo and an eye roll from Pansy.
“Well, you can’t blame us for thinking that you two would be,” Blaise pauses for dramatic effect, “…otherwise occupied.” His unsaid words clear.
As with the rest, you and Draco had been childhood friends. However, years of tension that neither of you had acted upon had only cumulated more recently, and with Pansy’s blessing, into this, whatever it was. You both hadn’t yet spoken about it, the touching, sleepovers, sex, and there had been no outward proclamations to the world at large that either of you was anything other than single, and yet - it was no secret among anyone who knew either of you that you were both very unavailable.
“You mean book club?” You managed to keep a straight face as you question Blaise too innocently. It earns you a smirk from Draco and an amused chuckle from Pansy, your joke clear as you stop by the table facing the floor to ceiling windows which they are sitting by.
You reach across the table for a handful of blueberries from a bowl beside Theo’s elbow when you feel Blaise grab your wrist lightly, his fingers curling around, as he holds your wrist up in triumph, brandishing it around. You place your free hand flat down on the surface of the table, stabilising yourself as you lean forward into Blaise’s pull.
“I didn’t know book club members were all given the Malfoy signet ring,” he grins wildly at the discovery. The group’s gaze flickers to Draco’s hand, noticing the lack of the ring, usually a mainstay, on his the last finger of his left hand.
“If I join book club could I get one too?” Theo quips cheekily as you feel your cheeks start to heat both at your current plight as well as with recollection of what had been a subtle act of possessive on Draco’s part earlier.
“Zabini,” Draco says, tone still even as he reaches over, his hand curling around your forearm, tugging you out of Blaise’s grip, while ignoring Theo, “if she’s wearing the Malfoy signet ring don’t you think you should think twice before manhandling her?”
“Is she yours Draco,” Pansy adds to the chaos, an equally wide smirk on her face as Blaise lets your wrist slip out from his hold with ease while throwing you a wink.
“If you thought otherwise then you lot must be more dim than I thought ,” is all Draco says as he sits down. He lets you drop onto the chair beside him before reaching over to pull the piece of furniture and you closer to his side, the drag of it on the floor audible.
It earns him a whoop from Blaise, two hands thrown up in the air from Theo as he yells “finally”, and a laugh from Pansy who blows a kiss at you.
Draco slides his arm across the back of the chair, before looking at you brows lifted slightly, but his question is clear, you’ve never spoke about this and Draco wants to know - are you okay with this?
“I am,” you say as you lean forward to press your lips briefly against his. It only causes a louder ruckus at the table.
Word count: 7k..... super long I know but it's worth it I promise:)
Warnings: There will be smut in this story, so if you are uncomfortable with this sort of graphic writing, then do not read this fic. Swearing, fingering, oral sex(female receiving), loss of virginity, praising kink, soft!dom!Draco, unprotected sex, wizarding world protection;). There will also be some angst, insecurities etc. This is by far the LONGEST FANFIC I've ever written, but I'm very very proud of it so please read and like it:)
Summary: Draco is the school fuckboy, he's screwed just about every girl in your year, except for you. You refuse to give into his games, refuse to be just another of his girls that are all over him, they all crave him and his skillful touch. What happens when you do give into him? Will you be left with a broken heart, or will he?
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Draco Malfoy is the school fuckboy, everyone knew that, especially all the girls in your year.
You didn't know how, but Draco had managed to fuck just about every girl in your year, and a few of the girls in the year below. You supposed it was due to his charms and charisma, I mean he was unarguably attractive if he wasn't such a dick.
Draco had a new girl clinging onto his arm every other day, meaning every other day he had successfully managed to get another new girl in his bed, and he did it all with a smirk plastered on his face.
From what you heard he was a sex warrior, he would have you on your knees, begging for more, he would make you feel good in all the right places, and he would certainly get you cumming more than once in one night.
You didn't really understand why every girl was begging to be in his bed, especially because so many of them complain about the lack of aftercare he provides. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to care, why would he? He gets a new girl every week, so why would he need to care about any of them when he has an entire line of them waiting? After all, he only uses them for his own pleasure. Once he finishes, nothing else matters.
You had heard of Draco's infamous rules during his sex sessions, I mean he only had one to keep the girls in line.
No kissing.
He believed that it only led to impractical feelings of love, which was useless to him. You were sure he had fucked more girls than he had kissed, which was a tiny bit disturbing to you.
You couldn't deny, he was very good looking, and you always had wondered what he would be like in bed. There was always one thing stopping you. The thing is you've never had sex before, yes, you're a virgin; and you wanted your first time to be special and meaningful with a guy who loves you. You didn't really want to lose your virginity to a guy who has shagged every girl in the room.
You scanned the room and looked at every girl currently sitting in your divinations class. You could probably bet a couple million dollars that every one of them had been in Draco's bed at some point of their time at Hogwarts. It disgusted you. Even Hermione at some point confessed to you that she had slept with him, which took you by surprise as you always thought she had better judgement.
Chatter was heard through the classroom as you all waited for the second bell to ring, signaling the start of first period.
You looked up at the doorway, waiting for your friend Marie to come and occupy the empty seat beside you. You had been waiting for about ten minutes in class looking at the doorway waiting for her to walk in.
As you continued staring at the doorframe, a familiar head of blonde hair appeared in the doorway, you knew exactly who it was, and you groaned at the sight of him. For the past few weeks he had been trying to convince you to get into his sheets because apparently he had 'already fucked every girl', and you were the last one he needed to complete his list. You watched him with disgust filled eyes as he once again had another girl hanging off his arm, Astoria. He had already slept with Astoria before, but you guessed he was going for second rounds since he had nobody new to fuck.
Draco and Astoria sat down in the two seats behind you and you tried to ignore the fact that he was probably smirking at you from behind.
"So darling, have you considered my offer?" He said in a cocky but soft tone.
A few days ago he had made you on offer. Your friend Amelia had told him about how apprehensive you were in having sex for the first time, so he came up to you to give you a deal. I guess he took that as an opportunity to finally tick you off his list of girls he's slept with since you were probably the last one. He told you that if you did decide to sleep with him, he would be gentle since he knew it was your first time. At first you gave him a glare because you didn't buy that Draco would ever be gentle or soft, but he seemed so sincere about it. He was so adamant on it that now, you were considering the option. I mean you were probably the only virgin girl in your year and it was quite embarrassing to some extent. But at the same time you were a bit grossed out about losing it to the school fuckboy.
But surely if he promised to be gentle, everything would be alright?
"Draco I told you I'm not very enthusiastic about losing my virginity to the school player" you deadpanned as you turned to face him. "Plus I want to have it with someone who will treat me well"
"I told you I'll be gentle. I know it's your first time"
"Draco that's not what I meant. Someone who will treat me well and not throw me away after one use"
"But darling it will benefit the both of us. You will have the time of your life and I can tick you off my list-"
"See Draco that's exactly what I mean. I'm a person, not a checkbox. I want to matter to someone is that too much to ask? Now shove off."
You were annoyed at him. Could he not see that girls wanted to be treated like people and not trophies?
"Y/n that's not what I meant I-, just give me a chance I promise I will make it memorable for you. You're not a checkbox you're right, but I do just really want to give you a wonderful first experience." He admitted as he looked into your eyes softly.
He was very convincing. Scarily convincing. Maybe it was because you were a little bit desperate, maybe it was the embarrassment kicking in, but you were considering his offer more and more. You just didn't want to be another one of his girls.
Draco on the other hand wasn't lying. He did want to give you a memorable and pleasurable first time. But he would never force it on you, even if he wanted you so badly. He didn't know why he was so drawn to you or so desperate to get you to fall for him, maybe it was because you were different. Maybe it was because you didn't give into him, like all the other girls. It was your attitude and your morals, that drove his feelings towards you. If he didn't know any better he would have thought he had maybe a slight crush on you. He couldn't deny that he had thoughts and dreams about you, not just sexually, but simple and sweet things, like holding your hand on a date to Hogsmeade, kissing your lips before he goes to sleep, hugging you when you needed his support. He would never admit it though, that he was falling for you .
Of course he didn't just want sex with you for some stupid list, he just had to tell you that because he didn't want anyone thinking that he had fallen for a girl who would only deny his every offer. He wanted to be your first because he didn't want someone else to be, and it was selfish, so utterly selfish of him, but he wanted to be the first one to elicit those beautiful sounds from your mouth, he wanted to be the first one to make love to you, he wanted to set the standards high. He wanted to make sure to treat you like a princess, he wanted you to know that you meant so much more to him than a stupid list.
But he was a coward, he could never tell you that, he could never tell you that he only fucked other girls to satisfy his love lust for you. Pretty much every girl he ever screwed was only to get his mind off you, and more times than not, he would imagine you as the girl anyway.
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Draco was doing some potions homework when he heard a frantic knock on his door. The advantages of being a prefect was having a dorm to himself, which was why Draco usually got away with having so many girls in his room.
"What the fuck" he mumbled to himself. It was 7pm, everyone should be at dinner, why would someone disturb him at this time?
He walked up to the door and opened it only to find you standing there playing with the hems of your hoodie looking nervous.
His eyes softened at the sight of you.
"What are you doing here y/n?" He asked with a gentle voice.
"uh-" you looked down at your feet. You had skipped dinner because you were feeling hot, as in horny, and as much as you tried pleasuring yourself, you couldn't help but think that Draco could do it better. You had decided to take that offer, but you weren't sure how much you'd regret it later. " your-your offer, I was thinking about it, and I think I want to do it, with you " you stuttered a bit embarrassed.
Draco stared at your nervous figure with wide eyes. Was this really happening? He saw your hot and bothered body and realised that you must be horny, that's why you came to him, but he didn't mind, the girl of his dreams had just confessed that she wanted him to be her very first. He played it cool on the outside when on the inside he was totally freaking.
"Y-you want to do it? Right now?" He asked a bit surprised.
"No! I mean yes, I was just feeling horny but if now isn't a good time then-"
"NO- it's okay now is fine, uh just give me like five minutes okay..." he was definitely freaking out now, what was wrong with him? He's so experienced, why is he all of a sudden feeling nervous and doubtful about his own sexual abilities?
He shut the door in your face suddenly and you were confused and a bit hurt.
Behind the doors though, Draco was a mess.
"She wants me to fuck her? Gosh what if I'm not good enough for her first time, what if I hurt her?" He was making a mess out of himself as he set up his room to set a sensual atmosphere. He charmed some rose scented candles and placed them around the bed, and he casted spells to litter the floor and bed with flower petals. He dimmed the lights and panicked a little bit before composing himself and opening the door again, not wanting to keep you waiting too long.
"Draco uhm, I was thinking this probably isn't a good time, and you're not ready either, so uh-"
"No y/n it's okay I just set up the room for us... unless you are changing your mind about things, then that's completely okay I don't want to pressure you into anything." He trailed off and you peeked into the room.
You gasped softly and covered your mouth with your hands as you saw the romantic layout of Draco's bedroom. It looked very beautiful. Draco watched your expression and smiled at you, his stomach always did flips whenever he saw you happy.
"Do you do this for every girl?" You asked, a bit hopeful that he had done this as a special thing for you.
"Oh... Yeah definitely" Of course he didn't do this for anyone else, he just wanted your first time to be really special and to make sure you enjoyed every second of it.
You grew a bit disappointed with his answer, but what were you expecting? He probably didn't see you more than another girl he could seduce into his bed.
Draco took your hand gently and led you into the room. The scent of roses filled your nose and you smiled. Draco's heart was beating fast as he started to realise that this wasn't just a dream and that you were really about to do this with him. That you trusted him.
You grew nervous as you saw that he had already stood in front of the bed and started to take off his shirt. Maybe you weren't ready for this.
"Darling, are you okay?" Draco checked on you, as his now shirtless figure came closer to yours. You fiddled with the sleeves of your hoodie as you looked anywhere but his toned body.
"Uhm, yeah. I-I just- I don't know how ready I feel about this" you hesitated, as you finally looked into his concerned and worry filled eyes.
"Y/n, like I said you don't need to feel pressured about anything. We don't have to do anything at all if you don't feel like you are ready. I-I don't want you doing something with me that you will regret." he reassured you.
"No, it's not like that. I mean I'm sure if we do this, it will feel good... I'm just, inexperienced you know?" you sighed as you sat on his bed and played with some of the rose petals. "I-I don't know the first thing about sex, what noises are okay to make, how painful it will be, how to position my arms or my legs, how to make sure that it's not just me having a good time." getting it off your chest felt good for once.
"Y/n, this is about you not me. You don't have to worry about how to position yourself, I'll take care of that. And you don't have to worry about me having a good time, today is about you, but I assure you I will definitely enjoy myself. You don't need to worry about being too loud, or too quiet, it just matters that you're comfortable. And if you find it too painful, or if you are starting to regret things, then do not be afraid to tell me to stop. I will." Draco sat down next to you and grabbed your hand as he stroked in with his thumb.
You looked up at him and realised that he was so much more caring than he let other people see. He looked back at you and scanned your eyes for any discomfort, but he only saw admiration.
"Thank you Draco, I-I feel a bit better now" you said, feeling your cheeks heating up.
"It's okay y/n, is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable before we start?" He asked, he wanted to make sure your first time was perfect.
"I- I wouldn't know, I've never done anything like this before" you said nervously.
"Okay... I'll do my thing and just tell me, please tell me, if you feel uncomfortable at any point. I will stop immediately. You have the upper hand, you have the control." he stated as he slowly stood up in front of you, signalling for you to also stand up.
You whispered a small 'okay' and stood there awkwardly, unsure of Draco's next move.
He began to move his hands to the hem of your hoodie, playing around with it before asking for your permission to take it off. He was more than pleased to see you wearing nothing but a bra underneath.
"Stunning my love, you're beautiful" he whispered in your ear as his hands found their way to your back, finding the clip of your bra. You blushed as you heard the unclipping of your bra, and your breath hitched as the cold air hit your breasts.
"You alright y/n? Do you want me to stop?" He asked softly, as he tried to resist the urge to look down at your chest.
"I'm okay" you whispered breathlessly "Please keep going Draco" he loved the way his name rolled off your lips.
He motioned for you to lie down on the bed, and you obeyed, your heart beating fast as he threw your black laced bra somewhere behind him.
He crawled on top of you, sweatpants still on, and he lowered himself until his face was at the crook of your neck. You felt his hot breath at your collar bone before he started placing small kisses upwards and towards your jawline. Your hands made their way to his blonde hair, and started pulling gently, making him groan. You held back a moan as he started sucking on the spot that made you feel oh so amazing.
"Darling, don't hold back, I'd love to hear your noises" he reassured you, as he moved on of his hands down to your waist as the other held his body up.
You let out a few moans as he continued marking your neck. He brought his hand away from your waist and towards your chest, as he grasped at one of our breasts, toying with your sensitive nipple. You arched your back, pressing your lower body against his, allowing you to feel just how hard he was. He groaned in response and settled between your legs, gently grinding his clothed member against your core.
He moved his lips away from your neck and attached his lips to your left breast, his hand still kneading your right one. He sucked gently on it, his tongue playing with your perked nipple. You whimpered at the new sensation, it was unfamiliar, a bit odd, but it sure did feel good.
Draco loved seeing you in this state, in such a pleasured and needy state. He wanted nothing more than to just take you right then and there, but he wanted to go slow with you. Take his time.
He slowly separated himself from your body as he stood up, taking a second to admire the sight before him. You looked so beautiful to him, so perfect, he wanted to have every inch of you to himself.
"Fuck" He whispered, growing hard at the sight of you beneath him.
Draco's fingers slowly made their way down to the waistband of your sweatpants, playing with the material for a little bit, before pulling low enough to see the lace of your panties.
"May I?" he whispered gently.
"Yes" you nodded, feeling yourself become hot at your core, his fingers so close, yet so far from where you wanted them to be.
He swiftly pulled your pants and your laced underwear off in one movement and let them fall to the floor as he stared at you glistening pussy. He spread your legs apart more and placed his body in front of your dripping core, staring at it for a few seconds that felt like hours.
You felt his warm breathing tickle your core, as you shivered at the feeling.
"You're so perfect y/n, so beautiful. So wet for me aren't you?" he teased you. You breathed shakily as you screwed your eyes shut.
You suddenly felt a pair of lips attacking your clit, making a loud moan escapes your lips. You feel his grip on your legs tighten as he hears you moan his name continuously. God he loves the way you make him feel.
His tongue makes its way to your entrance as he fucks you with his tongue, his nose nudging gently on your clit, increasing the pleasure. Your hands made their way back into his blonde hair, as you gently tugged from the roots. You earned a moan from him in response, sending vibrations straight to your core. You whimpered at the feeling.
"Does this feel okay darling? Does it feel nice?" he cooed as he continued working on your pussy. You nodded in response.
"Words darling, I need words" he said, as he circled your clit with his tongue.
"Y-yes Draco, fuck yes, it feels amazing~" you moaned breathily. You felt him smile against your core, before he shoved a finger into your hole.
You winced in discomfort, earning a worried look from Draco as he removed his finger and moved away so his face met yours. He looked at you worriedly, checking your face for any signs of regret.
"What's wrong y/n? I'm so sorry did I hurt you? Oh fuck I didn't mean to" He babbled, you just looked at him awkwardly.
"No, no you didn't hurt me, i-it's just it felt weird. I can't even fit a tampon in there without it feeling uncomfortable, I don't know how it's supposed to feel... pleasurable" you admitted. He looked relieved for a second, knowing that he hadn't hurt you.
"Well darling, like I said it's perfectly normal to be nervous or uncomfortable, and we don't have to do anything else. I can promise you though, that it will feel pleasurable, I'll make sure of that."
You nodded in response, just looking at him with wide eyes as he traced his fingers back to your dripping core.
"Do you want me to continue? We can stop whenever" he cooed gently.
You nodded, as you grabbed his hand and placed it in on your heat. He chucked at your neediness as he hovered above you and played with your wetness. He gently inched a finger into your hole, as you made faces of discomfort. Draco took notice and leaned in to kiss at your neck, as he continued thrusting his long finger in and out at a slow pace.
The discomfort slowly subsided as he kept thrusting his finger in and out. It slowly turned into pleasure as he ever so slightly curled his finger to reach those lovely spots inside of you.
You moaned quietly, earning a smirk from Draco as he buried his face into your neck. He dragged his finger out, making you whimper, then he slides two fingers in. The discomfort comes back, and Draco notices your change in expression. He leans down and captures your lips in a kiss, a sweet one, distracting you from the pain and discomfort.
Taken aback, you widen your eyes, but you slowly melt into the kiss, tugging at his hair and pulling him closer to you. You feel yourself getting hotter, and a coil start to tighten in your stomach. Draco feels you clench around his fingers, and he kisses you deeper, his thumb playing with your clit, increasing the pleasure.
It doesn't take long before you cum all over his fingers, moans and whimpers being muted by Draco's lips.
You're still shaking as you come down from your high, legs spasming and eyes rolled back.
"Good girl, you did so well" Draco hushed in your ear, before bringing himself down to your pussy to taste your sweetness. You moaned as he continued to eat out your sensitive cunt, as he held you down gently with his large hand.
"Did you like that darling?" he asked, as he came to your face and kissed below your ear.
"Yeah, that- that was really good." you breathed out. He smiled and kissed you, you could feel his heart beating so fast. Gosh he wanted nothing but to please you.
"Draco..." You moaned into the kiss, making butterflies erupt in his stomach at the sound of his name rolling off your lips. "Draco, I need you"
His breath hitched and he looked into your eyes, only to see pure lust and neediness.
"Anything for you darling" He said, as he smirked and kicked his sweatpants off. You saw a large tent in his boxers, leaving you more aroused than ever, and you palmed his erection through the thin fabric.
"Don't." He warned, "Today is all about you darling" He removed his boxers before bringing himself between your legs and lining himself up with your entrance.
"Y/n, please tell me you're 100% sure about this. I-" he looked away, scared to face your beautiful eyes. "I don't want to hurt you, and I definitely don't want you to do something with me that you will regret. I can't stress that enough" He said.
"Draco, there's no one I know who is more experienced than you, please make me feel good." you whispered quietly.
He nodded. "Your wish is my command" he replied, "Just know that I'm so honoured to be here with you right now, doing this, making you feel good."
You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down to your face, kissing him so he would stop ranting. He smiled into the kiss, his heart felt so complete. He moved to your neck once again, not kissing it, just breathing you in, and feeling you.
His tip nudged at your entrance in the process. He grabs his length in his hand tapping it against your core, sliding the silky tip between your folds and over your sensitive clit, making you shiver with pleasure.
"Please Draco" You shuddered in anticipation. "I need you".
That was all he needed, to hear you tell him that you needed him.
He lifted himself off of you and shifted closer to your lower body. He spread his tip over your folds collecting your wetness as a lubricant.
"Darling this will hurt" he warned with a slow nod. "I'll go slow for you I promise." he firmly reassured you.
You nodded eagerly, gripping his shoulders as heat spread across your face. You were about to do this, with the school player. He stifled a moan as he slowly pushed his tip into your core. He was right. It hurt. And he was probably not even an inch in. You winced as he continued to push himself in, his eyes watching your face carefully for any sign of pain.
About three inches in and the pain worsens. You frown slightly, as you try and handle the pain. Draco's eyes are screwed shut, focusing hard on not making any noises of pleasure while you're in pain. He opens his eyes to see your face contorting in pain, so he moves his hand down to your clit and tries to distract you. You heart flutters as you feel his breath near you ear, small grunts coming from his throat as he pushes deeper and deeper into you.
The pain and the pleasure slowly start to even out as Draco pushes himself all the way in. He freezes in place once he's all the way in, lifting himself to see the beautiful sight in front of him. You look gorgeous, curves and all, small beauty spots, messy hair, the best part is he's deep inside of you~
"Shit" He curses. "You're beautiful darling, you know that? Absolutely perfect."
You feel his cold silver rings press on your skin as he grips your waist tightly. He drags himself out of you slowly, before pushing back in. You moan slightly at the friction, flicking a switch in Draco. He repositions his hands beside your face and holds his body above yours, before he starts rocking his hips into yours at a faster pace.
"Oh darling, you feel so wonderful" he moaned, watching your eyes roll back as he slowed his pace. "You're so beautiful y/n, oh fuck".
He was already out of breath. He was Draco fucking Malfoy, and he was already getting tired during sex, when usually he could go on for hours. Or maybe it was just you. You made his world spin, you made him feel like he had something to prove, you made him feel grounded.
He loses himself in you as he continues to slowly thrust his hips against yours. A loud involuntary moan escapes your lips as his cock hits a wonderful spot inside of you, pulling Draco back to his senses.
You moan as he angles his hips to keep hitting that spot inside you. He wants to hear those beautiful sounds from your mouth, steal them with his kisses.
His breathing becomes laboured as he feels himself getting close, he can no longer hold himself up, something about you makes him feel like he's gravitating towards you.
He stops his movements for a second, lowering his body onto yours, skin on skin, his face at your neck, as he slithers his arms underneath your waist. He feels this love, aching love, as you run your fingers down his back.
"Draco" you whisper, but it's not needy, it's loving. "Draco~" You feel this love, this warmth all down your chest as you feel Draco's arms wrapped protectively around your waist, and his dick deep inside you, you don't want to let him go, ever. You bring your hands up and into his hair, twisting short pieces around your fingers, making him breathe harder.
Your heartbeats against each other, you had never felt so connected with someone before.
He slowly draws himself out of you, and slams in sloppily. The pace is slow, but it feels oh so good, like he's not just having sex with you - he's making love to you. He sighs heavily as he feels himself getting close.
"Baby, I'm so close, I-I don't know how much longer I can last." his breath hitched in his throat as he felt you squeeze around him. He looks down to your face, smiling as he sees your expression distorted in pleasure, eyes screwed shut, mouth open, hair perfectly messy.
He uses his last bit of strength to angle himself at a better position, hitting all the right spots inside of you.
"Oh~ Draco please" he hears you moan out his name, and it's almost enough to push him over the edge. "Fuck- Draco I'm cumming" He smiles, leaning back down to kiss your lips as he feels your orgasm wash over you.
He breaks the kiss and throws his head back as he spills himself into you. Groans are heard echoing across the room as he thrusts a few more times before stilling inside of you.
The two of you stay like that for a bit, Draco kissing at your neck, whispering praises in your ear as your eyes start feeling heavy with sleep.
He pulls out of you and you whimper slightly, missing the feeling of being full, full of him.
Draco smiles as he looks to your pussy, a mixture of his and your cum seeping out, and he uses his thumb to gently push it back into your delicate hole as he cleans up the mess the two of you have made.
"Draco" you whisper, arms out signalling for him to come and cuddle you.
He chuckles, and scoops you up into his arms, pulling his emerald green sheets over your naked figures.
The cold touch of the duvets against your hot skin feels wonderful, like taking a cold shower after a run.
You hold onto Draco's muscular body, as you feel his arms circle around you and pull you closer. You run your hands through his hair, still registering the activities you had just submitted to with this boy.
You stare at him for while longer, before he leans into you, stealing your lips with a kiss. As if instinctual, you pull him closer into the kiss, craving the feeling of his mouth against yours.
That's when it hits you.
No kissing.
It didn't make sense, it was Draco fucking Malfoy. His number one rule was no kissing. Expect for right now, he's doing the exact opposite. You don't know if you feel happy, or upset.
You feel like you're being played.
Why would he kiss you to lead you on, only to throw you away after one use like all the other girls. Why would he kiss you like he meant it when you knew he didn't.
You break the kiss, not saying a word.
"Darling? Y/n are you okay?" He asked sincerely.
Silence.
"Did... Did you not like it?" he started to panic slightly. "Fuck. Y/n I-I'm so sorry if you didn't like it. Please tell me you don't regret it." he closed his eyes as if he would open them and realise it was a dream.
"No" you simply said, "Draco it was amazing don't worry. It's just- I just want to go to sleep, I'm so tired"
He sighed in relief. "Of course my love. And I'll be right here holding you when you wake up" He smiled softly at you and kissed your forehead.
Draco had never felt like this before. He had never kissed someone before, at least not the way he kissed you. He was addicted to you, your touch, your lips. He wanted more and more. It's like he couldn't get enough.
He slowly fell asleep, content, more than content, because he was falling asleep with his world in his arms.
You on the other hand. You felt sick.
He didn't love you, so why would he try to make you feel so loved. Kiss you, like you were the only one he wanted. Hold you like he never wanted to let go.
After a bit of internal debate, you finally drifted to sleep, but a restless one.
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You woke up in the embrace of two strong long arms. A familiar scent tickling your nose, and a silky sheet wedged between your legs.
As memories of last night replayed through your mind, you gently wiggled yourself out of Draco's embrace, careful not to wake him. You turn yourself and grab at your phone, 6:06am.
In any other case you would tell yourself to fall back asleep, but right now, you wanted nothing but to escape this place.
You couldn't fall in love with the school fuckboy. You couldn't fall in love with Draco.
So what did you do?
You left without a second glance, without a second thought, you just listened to your head telling you that if you ever fell in love with him, he would only discard you like another one of his girls.
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You enter class the next day, sore and heavy hearted. You take your seat in class, awaiting the embarrassment of having to see Draco again after what the two of you had done last night.
Your eyes darted to the doorframe as you watched a head of blonde hair enter, his eyes were frantically searching the classroom before they softened as they landed on you.
As everyone gaped at Draco, confused as to why for once he didn't have a girl hanging off his arm, Draco's gaze was only upon you; and you hated it.
You felt like the centre of attention, and it made you nauseous.
Draco however, he was worried as to why you left so early in the morning.
He had been looking forward to you waking up in his arms, and cuddling before going to class together. He started to think that maybe you would never want to see him again because you regretted it.
He quietly walked over to the seat beside you, all eyes focused on the two of you.
His eyes sparkled as he looked at you, worry, guilt, and relief swirling inside them. You felt your heart ache as you suppressed every urge to kiss him right them and there.
As Draco sat down, he placed his hand on yours under the desk and he gave a small smile, comforting yet it still made you feel sick to the stomach.
Something in your chest told you that this wasn't going to end well.
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After a long class, the bell finally rung and you abruptly stood up and hurried off to second period.
Draco watched and tried to grab you before you walked away but he was too late, so he ran after you. He needed to tell you, all the things he left unsaid last night.
Your chest tightened, afraid that he might follow you, that you might have to face him when all you wanted to do was focus on anything else.
Your breath hitched as you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder.
"Y/n, please, listen to me"
"What do you want Draco?" you spat out, wanting to escape this conversation.
"Y/n please I just- I want to know what I did wrong, why did you leave me this morning I thought what we did last night was special.... it was special to me." He said quietly, his words only meant for you to hear and no one else.
"Special? Draco are you hearing yourself? Why are you doing this to me! Toying with my feelings like this" you argued defensively, what kind of audacity did he have to call last night special when you were just another girl to him?
"Toying with your-? What? I'm not toying with your feelings y/n, if anything it feels like you're toying with mine. I gave you my everything last night, my first kiss, my love, my all. And you left me this morning alone I was so worried I had done something wrong. Why would you think I'd be playing with your feelings love?" he was desperate, he needed to know what you were feeling, if you felt the same or if he was fooling himself.
"Draco you play with everyone's feelings, can you really blame me for protecting myself?" you say in a quieter hushed tone as you two pace into an empty classroom closing the door behind you to shield your conversation from unwanted attention. "You- you kissed me, I didn't know what to think, I thought you were messing with me, I couldn't-"
"I kissed you because I love you y/n. It's as simple as that! And I loved every second of kissing you, I loved every second of being near you and I still do. I know you felt it too why can't you just say it back!" He was getting frustrated, for once he was laying his heart out on the floor, and you come and step on it.
"Draco are you crazy. I can't fall in love with the school player! You know how stupid that is?" your voice was laced with toxicity, and you instantly regretted the words as they came out your mouth.
"School player?" he scoffed his heart broken "So that's what you think of me, hah, I get it" He says dejectedly as he walks towards the door reaching for the handle.
"Draco wait- I- You know I didn't mean it like that" you say reaching your arm out to stop him "You're right I felt it too, I felt it in every touch and every heartbeat and it scared me." you say in a small voice, feeling vulnerable as you hang your head down.
"Why were you scared, I would never hurt you." his hand left the door handle and he embraced you resting his chin on your head breathing in the scent of your shampoo.
"Because it goes against everything I value, you're entire self is nothing like the guy I'd fall for yet I did. And it scared me because I didn't know your true intentions, I didn't know what you wanted from me, and I didn't want my heart to be broken. I'm sorry..."
"Don't apologise- sweetheart why didn't you just tell me that last night, I would've listened I would've reassured you I love you. The only reason I went playing about with other girls is because all this time I knew I couldn't have you and no matter how much I tried nothing could ever satisfy this need I had to be with you" he said sincerely, and you laid your head sideways on his chest his heart against your ear "I want you, more than I can say, please don't be scared of me".
"I'm not scared" you state kissing his neck gently as you tilt your head up "Not anymore. I love you too"
His heart stalled as he heard the words leave your mouth and he dipped his head, his nose nuzzling near your ear "My darling, I want to hear those words come from your mouth for the rest of my life."
a/n: I feel like the ending was rushed -_- But hey! I've got back into writing after such a writers block and a busy schedule! I hope this was worth the super long wait guys !! I've also tagged all my followers just as an update that I AM BACK!! Hehe:)
