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!
Summary: When you and Draco became something real, but everything around you made sure it didn’t last.
Warnings: no use of y/n
Cw: angst
Wc: 3k+
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (coming soon)
Beauxbatons was beautiful in a way that made your chest hurt. Grand staircases spiraled upward. Gardens bloomed with flowers you'd never seen. Everything felt utterly foreign.
Your cousin showed you around, but everything felt hollow. It was as if you'd left part of yourself at Hogwarts, in the Room of Requirement, in his arms.
Hannah's letters arrived regularly, but their silence on certain subjects was deafening. Three weeks in, she finally broke down.
"He came looking for you on the first day back," her letter read. "He went to the Hufflepuff common room. When he realized you weren't there, when he realized you weren't coming back, he just... shut down. He looks hollow."
You read that letter until the paper fell apart at the creases.
You tried to write him a hundred letters. Sat in the Beauxbatons library with parchment and quill, searching for words that would explain everything. But every version sounded like an excuse. In the end, you wrote nothing. What was the point?
Draco's sixth year was a descent into darkness. Without her light, everything became harder to bear. He threw himself into studies with desperate intensity, as if perfecting spells might change his fate.
He spent the first month looking for her. Checking the library at odd hours. Walking past the Hufflepuff common room like a ghost. Catching himself looking for her at meals before remembering.
When Hannah finally told him the truth—that you'd been transferred, that you were gone—something broke inside him.
She'd left without telling him. After everything, she'd chosen to disappear.
He became colder. The teasing vanished completely. His face became a mask, perfect and impenetrable. He rarely smiled anymore. In the Great Hall, he sat in silence, his expression blank, his eyes empty.
People noticed. "He never smiles anymore," one seventh-year said to a friend. "It's like someone died inside him."
They were right. The part of him that had loved, that had teased, that had felt anything at all—that part was gone, buried under ice.
In the common room, he'd sit completely silent. When people tried to engage him, he'd respond with single-word answers delivered in a tone so cold it made skin crawl. Even Snape seemed concerned, noting how the brilliance had dimmed to almost nothing.
By December, the Dark Mark was burned into his forearm. With it came a burden so heavy he thought it might crush him. A task that involved Hogwarts. A task that would either destroy him or turn him into someone unrecognizable.
He wanted to tell her. God, he wanted to tell her.
But she was gone. And he had no one to blame but himself.
The months stretched on like a wasteland.
You made friends at Beauxbatons. Real friends, kind friends, people who didn't know your heartbreak and didn't pry when you sometimes went quiet in the middle of conversations, lost in thoughts you couldn't articulate. You attended classes and earned decent marks, though you found it hard to concentrate on French incantations when your heart was still speaking in English accents that belonged to a boy an ocean away. You participated in Quidditch practice and actually played well, losing yourself in the rush of flight and the focus required to chase the Snitch, in those brief moments when the only thing that existed was the wind and the sky and the pure, uncomplicated joy of flying.
On the surface, you were healing. Your smile became more genuine. You laughed at jokes that had nothing to do with him. You made memories that didn't hurt to access. You were becoming a new version of yourself, a girl who'd loved deeply and been broken and was slowly learning to live again.
But there was a part of you that was still sitting in the Room of Requirement, waiting for him. There was a part of you that flinched every time a letter arrived, hoping it might be from him, knowing it wouldn't be, because you'd made the conscious choice not to reach out. There was a part of you that checked the mirror you'd bought in Hogsmeade—a small, ornate thing you'd kept hidden in your trunk—the one that would show you glimpses of Hogwarts if you held it just right and whispered the right incantation, looking for any sign of him, any proof that he was still there, still alive, still existing in the world even if he wasn't existing in your world anymore.
You never saw him in that mirror. You didn't know if he was deliberately avoiding reflective surfaces, if he'd found a way to hide himself even from the magic meant to track him, or if he'd simply accepted that you were gone and stopped trying to find you. It hurt either way—the not knowing was perhaps worse than any concrete answer could have been.
You heard through an older Beauxbatons student who had friends at Hogwarts that there was something happening. Something dark. Something that involved Draco. The details were vague and fragmented, but the fear was real. Your heart had started racing uncontrollably, a primal terror that something was happening to him, that he was in danger, that he was suffering.
You didn't have access to the kind of information that would tell you what was really going on. You only had worry and the terrible, helpless knowledge that he was going through something you couldn't help him with, facing something you weren't there to face alongside him.
For the first time since leaving Hogwarts, you truly grasped what your parents had been trying to protect you from. Not the love. They could never protect you from having loved him. But the danger. The darkness that came with his name, his family, the choices he couldn't make for himself.
It didn't make the separation hurt any less.
Draco spent December and January in a haze of despair that seemed to seep into his very bones.
The Dark Mark had been pressed into his forearm during the winter holidays, burned into his skin in a ritual that felt less like an honor and more like a branding, a searing that left not just physical scarring but a permanent mark on his soul. And with it came a burden so heavy he thought it might crush him entirely, might press him down into the ground and bury him there where no one would have to see what he'd become.
His father had given him a task—a task that involved Hogwarts, that was almost certainly meant to either turn him into someone completely unrecognizable or result in his death. The specifics were vague, designed to keep him in a state of perpetual anxiety, wondering what he was supposed to do, when he was supposed to do it, whether he'd ever be capable of doing it.
He wanted to tell someone. More than anything, he wanted to tell her.
The realization that he couldn't—that she was gone, that he'd destroyed any chance of her ever knowing what was happening to him when he'd made those public, cruel statements to protect her from being associated with him, to make her want to leave before he was pulled completely under—hit him like a curse, hit him like a punch to the stomach that knocked all the air out of his lungs.
He'd sacrificed her to save her, and in the process, he'd lost her anyway. He'd pushed her away, made her believe he didn't care, made her hate him, all so that when the darkness came—and he'd known it was coming—she wouldn't be pulled down with him. And in doing that, he'd broken them both in ways he wasn't sure could ever be repaired.
The Room of Requirement became his refuge, the way it had been when she was there. But now it was filled with shadows instead of soft light. Now it conjured images of the couch where they'd held each other, the fireplace where they'd sat and talked about futures that would never materialize, the walls that had seemed to understand their love now seemed to mock it with their empty vastness.
He tried to keep it away, tried not to go there, tried to find other places to escape to. But the Room would find him, would manifest itself in corridors where he needed it, and he was too exhausted to resist. So he'd go in, and he'd sit in the darkness, and he'd remember her laugh, her eyes, the way she'd looked at him like he was capable of being good, like he wasn't already lost.
He became something hard and cold as spring turned to summer, like ice forming over water, like winter freezing over the world. The boy who had teased her, who had delivered cruelty wrapped in intelligence, who had at least occasionally shown that he felt something—that boy ceased to exist.
In his place was someone harder, someone colder, someone who had completely sealed himself off from any semblance of human emotion. The teasing was gone entirely. The mockery had vanished. Even his presence seemed to repel people now, as if he'd built walls so high and so thick around himself that no one dared to approach.
He barely spoke anymore. In the common room, he'd sit in complete silence, his expression unreadable. When people tried to engage him, he'd respond with single-word answers delivered in a tone so cold it made people's skin crawl. The sharp wit that had once been his defining characteristic had been replaced by an emptiness that was somehow more terrifying. He'd become a ghost, moving through the corridors like someone who wasn't quite alive anymore.
His task was already underway. His father was pleased. His mother had stopped asking him questions, had stopped pretending she didn't know what was coming, had simply accepted that her son was being consumed by forces neither of them could control. And he was dying by degrees, losing pieces of himself that he wasn't sure he'd ever get back—his conscience, his hope, the part of him that could tease and mock and feel, the part of him that had loved her.
Teachers noticed the change too. Even Snape, who had always favored him, seemed concerned by the complete withdrawal. Draco's grades remained impeccable—fear and obedience ensured that—but there was something else missing now. The spark that had made him brilliant had dimmed to almost nothing. He was a shadow of what he'd been, going through the motions, performing the role of a Slytherin student but not truly alive anymore.
The worst part was that she wasn't even there to watch it happen. She wasn't there to try to save him. She wasn't there to remind him that there was goodness in the world, that kindness existed, that love was real. She wasn't there to see what her absence had done to him, how completely it had destroyed the carefully constructed mask he wore, how completely it had frozen over every warm thing inside him.
She was gone. Safe in another castle in another country, living a life that had nothing to do with him. And he had no one to blame but himself.
When your father told you that a student from Hogwarts had died—that there had been a terrible accident, that someone had been killed in the castle in circumstances that were still unclear, that there was blood and chaos and a darkness that the Ministry was trying to cover up—your blood went absolutely cold.
"Who?" you demanded, your voice shaking with a terror so intense you could barely breathe. "Who died? Was it a student we know? Was it anyone from Hufflepuff?"
"I don't know the specifics," your father said gently, moving toward you with the kind of careful concern that made it clear he understood what you were asking, even if he wasn't saying it directly. "The name wasn't in the report the Ministry released. But it was someone important. Someone significant enough that the death made it into the wizarding papers, which means someone powerful is affected."
You spent three days in a state of terror so complete it was like drowning, like the world had narrowed to a single point of agonized uncertainty. You couldn't eat. You couldn't concentrate on your studies. You pulled Hannah's letters apart looking for any clue, any hint as to who had died, praying with an intensity that bordered on religious fervor that it wouldn't be the one person you absolutely couldn't bear to lose.
When Hannah's letter finally arrived, your hands shook so badly you could barely break the seal. You read the first line three times before you allowed yourself to believe it.
"He's alive," she'd written immediately, as if she'd sensed your fear across the distance and had made the information the very first thing she told you, the most important thing she could possibly communicate. "Whatever you're thinking, whoever you're afraid died, it wasn't him. He's changed though. He looks like a ghost. He looks like someone who's lost everything. Like someone the war has already consumed before the actual fighting has even started."
You'd sunk to the floor after reading that, relief and heartbreak crashing through you in equal measure. He was alive. He was suffering, he was changing into someone maybe you wouldn't recognize anymore, he was being destroyed by circumstances neither of you could control, but he was alive. That had to be enough.
It wasn't enough. But it was what you had.
You'd made it through your year at Beauxbatons. You'd passed your exams. You'd even started to laugh again, genuinely, at things that had nothing to do with him. But there was a kind of melancholy that had become permanent, a quality to your joy that was slightly muted, slightly careful, like you were always holding back just in case.
The war was coming. You could feel it in the way people talked about Hogwarts, in the worried letters from your friends, in the darkness that seemed to be creeping across the wizarding world. And somewhere in that darkness was him, alone, facing things you couldn't even imagine.
You thought about going back. You thought about defying your parents again, thought about using every trick you knew to try to get back to England, back to Hogwarts, back to him. But you were older now. You understood the impossibility of it in a way you hadn't before. Your parents were trying to keep you safe. The world was collapsing. And he—he was part of a family that was orchestrating much of that collapse.
Love wasn't enough to overcome the divide between you. You'd learned that the hard way.
But you still thought about him. You still wondered what he was doing, whether he thought of you, whether he'd managed to survive whatever dark thing his family had pulled him into. You still held onto the letters you'd written and burned, the words you'd never gotten to say, the explanations he'd never gotten to hear.
You'd loved him with an intensity that had shaken you. And you'd lost him in a way that had shattered you.
And you were still learning how to pick up the pieces.
A/n: sry it took so long to update but good news tmr im most likely posting the next part real soon, comment to be tagged!
Summary: Draco's confession leaves you a bit stunned. Are you truly over him and happy with Chris? Or is there still a part of you that want's your blonde haired Slytherin back...
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Morning light filters through the dorm window. You wake up disoriented, hair a mess, and find a folded note on your bedside table small, familiar handwriting. You smile softly to yourself, the gesture giving you a whiff of nostalgia. You already know who it is before reading it.
"Couldn't bear to wake you again so I carried you back. Sorry for what I said, it was way out of line. You shouldn't throw away the life you've worked hard for to save me." - D.M.
You felt a pain in your chest as you read it twice, fingertips lingering over his initials. For a second you almost smile, then you realise how crushed he probably felt when you didn't return his feelings. He was probably feeling terrible for opening up like that. And all you had said to him in return was that you couldn't leave Chris.
You tuck the note into your journal quietly looking around for Hannah but your feet take you to the dining hall before your brain can think, needing to tell someone about all of what's happened.
Taking a seat next to Hannah and Zach at the Hufflepuff tables and Justin squeezes next to you asking if you're gonna eat your food and taking it anyway when you don't respond.
Your attention is elsewhere.
You spot a familiar head of blonde hair at the Slytherin tables. He looks solemn, isolated from the present world as his eyes are fixed on his untouched plate in front of him. When he finally glances up, his eyes meet none other than yours. It's short, but it hold a thousand words.
As quickly as you looked, you snap your head away, tapping Hannah on the shoulder as she laughs along with Chris.
"Hannah can we leave?" you say in an urgent tone
"Sure? Is everything okay?" she asks her fingers intertwined with Zach's, reluctant to leave.
"I just... a lot happened I need your help. I just need my best friend" you plead.
Hannah nods quickly understanding the importance of the situation. By the time you got back to the dorms, the Hufflepuff common room was nearly empty, the warm glow of the lanterns casting soft golden circles on the walls. Hannah was sprawled across her bed, half-buried under her yellow blanket, muttering to herself. You could tell something was up, she usually was more cheery than this. Looks like you both had some drama to spill.
“Okay, what’s wrong with you?” you asked, shrugging your robe off as you sit next to her sprawled figure on the bed. "And don't say nothing, it's clearly something."
She groaned dramatically. “Zach. Obviously. He told me he doesn't like my PDA. After two months of holding hands, sneaking kisses in the corridor, and holding my waist in public. Why is he only telling me now! If it bothered him he could've told me earlier, now I'm going to have withdrawals” She pouts playfully.
You couldn’t help but laugh, folding your legs beneath you. “He’s probably just scared. You know him, Zach is shy, cut him some slack.”
Hannah threw a pillow at you. “You’re defending him? You’re supposed to be on my side!”
“I am on your side!” you said through a fit of giggles. “But Hannah come on, you know Zach’s basically obsessed with you. He just needs a little push.”
She grumbled but smiled, her frustration fading. “Yeah, well, I wish things were as simple as you make them sound.” Her tone softened, her eyes flicking toward you. “What did you need to tell me? You sounded pretty urgent at breakfast.”
You hesitated, chewing your lip. “I don't even know where to start, it’s… complicated.”
“Complicated like boy complicated?” she teased, sitting up instantly.
You nodded slowly.
“Is it Chris? Hah! Spill,” she said, cross-legged now, eyes wide with curiosity. “Everything. Right now.”
"It's- It's not Chris... that's why it's complicated" your eyes flick to your lap not really wanting to face Hannah.
You sighed and started talking. About the willow tree. About the note. About how Draco looked at you that night, like he finally saw you for real. You told her about the confession, his apology, the way he’d said it was you all along.
Hannah didn’t interrupt once. She just listened, her hand tracing the stitching of her blanket as you poured it all out every messy, aching detail. The apology note, how he knew it was you who told Hermione about the ring, how he had broken up with her because he said he needed you.
When you finished, there was a long silence.
Finally, Hannah exhaled softly. “Y/n… I think he means it.”
Your heart thudded painfully. “What?”
“I mean, the way he looks at you... even I can tell he's in love, and I don't give half a fuck about that bastard. You know I’m not his biggest fan, but… it’s different now. He’s different. Dare I say he's changed.” Hannah say's incredulously.
“He said he didn’t care about Hermione anymore. That he missed me. That he-” you stopped, your throat tightening. “That he loves me.” you say in a smaller voice, almost hoping Hannah didn't fully hear you.
Hannah's jaw dropped, clearly taken aback. “He said that? Oh my gosh Y/n!!!” She's in full excitement panic mode from the revelation slamming a pillow into the bed repeatedly as you grimace. "Y/n the dude hasn't talked you properly in weeks then suddenly says he loves you? Zach hasn't even been able to say it to me its been months."
You nodded, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "But I feel terrible I mean obviously I didn't say it back- but like I straight out dismissed his feelings, said that I was with Chris now. It didn't matter what he felt."
She quickly stopped her little freak out episode as she realised how genuinely overwhelmed you were by the situation. She reached over and took your hand gently.
“Listen to me, okay? You don’t have to make any decisions tonight. You’ve got Chris, and he’s good to you, just let it play out, whatever happens; happens.”
“But he said he loves me, Hannah...” you said weakly, the words barely leaving your mouth.
“Do you still love him?” she asked softly.
There was silence for a few minutes, neither of you daring to speak.
"I don't know but I wish I could just pretend it didn't happen. Just store it away in a safe and never unlock it again" you admit quietly.
“But you’re trying to bury something that’s still alive. And one day, it’s gonna dig itself back up.”
You stared at the afternoon sun creeping through the curtain slits. The room was warm, but your chest felt hollow.
“I hate this,” you whispered. “I hate that I still care.”
“I know you do,” Hannah said, squeezing your hand tighter. “But that's just you y/n, you always care.”
You laughed through the ache, leaning into her shoulder. “When did you get so wise?”
“When I started dating an idiot,” she quipped, earning a tired giggle from you both.
The room fell quiet again just the faint crackle of the fire and the soft hum of the castle outside.
“I don’t know what to do,” you admitted, breaking the silence.
“Don't do anything then.” Hannah simply stated. “Just breathe for now. Let things happen. The right people always find their way back to you.” She held your head as you leaned into her shoulder comforting you.
"Thank you bestie. For being there for me." You whispered vulnerably, grateful that you had her with you.
You didn’t notice the faint shuffle of footsteps outside your door.
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Chris had been standing there for longer than he meant to. Flowers in one hand, a folded Gryffindor jersey and a golden Quidditch ticket in the other. He’d come to surprise you with front row seats to watch the next finals that he was playing, to make you smile after the stressful week. He hadn’t meant to listen. But then he heard his name.
And Draco’s.
Your voice carried softly through the crack in the door, every word slicing through him like glass. He said it was me all along. He said he loves me.
Chris froze. For a second, he thought maybe he’d misheard. But he listened on.
“But he said he loves me, Hannah…”
“Do you still love him?”
Silence.
The painful silence confirming every fear he’d ever buried.
You still loved Draco.
He felt his throat tighten, eyes burning with something he didn’t want to name. The flowers trembled in his grip before he slowly lowered them to his side as they slip slightly from his grip.
He didn’t storm off. He wasn’t that kind of person. He just stood there, letting the ache sink in. It was the kind of betrayal that didn’t come from lies, but from truth. And he definitely didn't expect to feel betrayed by you.
When you finally stopped talking, he took one long breath, forcing his heartbeat to steady. Then he fixed his expression plastering a forced smile, cleared his voice, and knocked on the door.
The sound made you and Hannah jump.
“Come in” you called softly, glancing at Hannah before the door opened and you beamed, happy to see another familiar face after all the events of the week. "Chris" you simply say his name in relief, utter relief.
He smiled, or at least, he tried to. “Hey, y/n” he said, holding out the bouquet. His tone was gentle “Thought you could use some flowers. And… front-row seats to tomorrow’s match.”
Your heart melted at the gesture. You threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. He hugged you back, but didn't go in for a kiss as he usually did when he first saw you.
You noticed.
"Are you alright? You seem tense?" you ask him worriedly, holding his shoulders as you pull away and scan his figure.
"Yeah I'm just tired" He chuckles "Y'know, big match tomorrow"
You embrace him and sooth him by running your hand along his back in a repeated motion. "You'll do amazing, you do every year when Gryffindor and Slytherin battle it out in the finals. And I'll be there".
To Chris, your arms still felt like home, and that was the worst part. The scent of your hair, the warmth of your voice when you said his name it all made the ache in his chest twist even tighter. Because for the first time since you’d started dating, he realized he wasn’t the one in your thoughts.
And in that moment, Chris promised himself.
He’d never let Draco Malfoy take something from him again.
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a/n: Omygosh guys I feel so bad for Chris, but yk we gotta do what we gotta do. The reader obv ends up with Draco so he was going to get heartbroken eventually:( Side note- really glad I gave the reader and Hannah some bestie bonding time hehe
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Summary: Rumour has that things are rocky between Draco and Hermione. But what does that mean for you? Will it ruin the perfect life you've been trying to build ever since your heartbreak?
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You and Chris are the new talk of the town, everyone is gossiping about it. The common Hufflepuff with the Gryffindor quidditch star.
You can't help but think that it's a nice change of atmosphere, unlike before when everyone used to talk about Hermione and Draco. Now they were kind of just... there, but there was no need to talk about them, they were old news.
Although you still felt that sting in the back of your mind whenever you saw Draco, you like being with Chris, he was kind of like the perfect boyfriend.
He would take you on special dates to the gardens, or to Hogsmeade, you two would have alone time in the Gryffindor common rooms after his trainings on Thursdays, and he would take you to each of his games and give you his sweater to wear, showing you off to all his mates that you were his.
The last month felt productive. It was like everything was slowly falling into place like you wished, and for the better too.
Zach and Hannah finally confessed to each other, and now they were the cutest couple ever. You heard that Daphne was talking to Theo, and it meant that she had more tea to tell you about him every Friday. And of course just everything in general was going great, you hadn't thought about Draco at all, but he was always somewhere in the back of your mind.
Why couldn't you just forget about him?
What made it more difficult now was that there was a small rumour spreading, that you had heard from multiple people; Draco and Hermione were on the verge of breaking up.
You had mostly heard it from Astoria, which was why you were a little bit skeptical about it. She tends to lie straight through her teeth, especially if it has anything to do with Draco.
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"Hey y/n"
You hear a quiet whisper behind you as you're sitting in the library listening to music as you are studying. You turn around to see Hermione standing there looking slightly uncomfortable.
"Oh.... hey Hermione, what's up?" You questioned
"I need some advice from you. You were the first person I thought to talk to." She admitted shyly. "Draco talks about you a lot and I wanted to ask some things"
"Yeah no, of course go ahead."
You weren't really sure why she was talking to you specifically or why she decided to bring up that Draco was talking about you. It did leave a sinking feeling in your stomach though, as if things were about to get ugly.
Hermione took a seat next to you.
"I don't know if you've heard but uh... me and Draco are going through a rough patch right now and I think it's my fault."
"Is it okay to ask what happened?"
"Well you know he doesn't like Harry and Ron, but they're my best friends and I have a hard time choosing who to spend my time with. He got upset at me the other day because I accidentally was late for one of our dates... and well he hasn't seemed to forgive me since then. What do I do?"
Part of you wanted to give the shittiest advice, ruin them from the inside out. But you were too nice.
" I say you make it up to him, gift him with some of his favourite things." You say hesitantly.
"That's what I was thinking, but I don't really know what he likes. Remember when you two used to hang out a lot? Did he say anything" she asks shyly.
Your heart ached. It sent you back to when you and Draco had those late night talks and snacks. When he seemed like he actually cared.
"Mmm he liked walnut and coffee muffins, and he always talked about wanting one of those new collectible silver rings, they're pretty expensive though." You said deep in thought, trying to recall what kind he was talking about. "I think he doesn't have the third edition and he wanted the whole collection... kept ranting about it" I chuckle dryly, my heart stinging a little as I thought about it, and how much we used to talk.
"Ohh! That's perfect! I'll get his initial's carved into it too to make it more special. Thank you so much y/n!"
And she was gone just like that.
"You're welcome." You said quietly and continued.
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The next day you were exhausted. You couldn't sleep for some reason and studying til 12am just before curfew didn't help.
As you were walking to transfigurations with Hannah you caught a glimpse of Draco and Hermione together.
He was wearing the ring.
Except he still didn't look happy, it looked as if something was bothering him, like there was some piece of him that just wasn't satisfied.
Hermione, all giddy, was grabbing onto his hand as he tried to shake her off. His eyes looked tired, pleading. As they drifted up they caught sight of you and his gaze softened, maybe not on purpose but it was noticeable.
Hannah walked off to be with Zach and you were left alone waiting to enter the classroom. Looking down at your shoes you wondered about nonsense; interrupted by footsteps. You looked up to see a pair of warm blue eyes piercing yours. You flinched as you were not expecting him to be so close.
"Malfoy." You greeted.
"Y/n don't be like that... I just- I feel like I haven't seen you in ages." He sighed.
"Well we both have our own things to worry about now" you say dismissively.
"Yeah but-" he was cut off by Professor McGonagall unlocking the door to the classroom and ushering kids inside. Nevertheless Draco managed to sneak a small note in your hand before leaving.
God that smell, his smell. That intoxicating poison. You wanted to drown in it, but then you remembered Chris.
You realised that nothing would go back to the way it was, and it would be impossible now to be with him even if things worked out. You were just too different.
You opened the palm of your hand to see the small crumpled note. Walking slowly into class, you opened it to reveal small neat writing.
'Meet me under our tree tonight after curfew, I need to talk to you. - D.M.'
You sigh. Their tree, the willow tree that they've come to know and love, where so many memories were made together. He's probably still wondering why you stood him up that day, even though it was ages ago.
You probably shouldn't ...
But you want to.
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The window is ajar, the lights turned on, and the room a mess after pillow fighting with Hannah and Daphne. The three of you are laughing your heads off when a knock interrupts your child play.
You walk over to the door and open it before lips crash onto yours and arms wrap around your waist.
After a while you pull back and giggle, eyes locking with the beautiful hazel green ones before you.
"Hi Chris" you laugh, amused at his greeting.
"Hey baby." He smiles "Lucky I got the right girl because I didn't even look, I just assumed you were going to open the door" he chuckles as you playfully slap his chest. You could hear Daphne and Hannah giggling in the back.
Two seconds later you feel a hard blow to your head, and laughing follows. You and Chris both grab pillows and start fighting with Daphne and Hannah when a large chime vibrates through the castle, stunning all of you.
"What the fuck was that?" Daphne says in shock.
"It's McGonagalls new safety measure to remind all the students about the curfew " Chris groans as he rubs his head. "Well I better get going then, she might lose her balls if she finds out I'm in a girls dormitory" you laugh as you pull him in closer.
"You can't leave me here" you whine, but he just lifts your chin and kisses you to stop you.
"I'll see you in the morning baby, goodnight" he says sweetly as he leaves the room and you close the door.
"You guys are way too cute I swear" says Hannah.
You blush, "Yeah, but so are you and Zach". She blushes in return. "What about you Daph, how are things with Theo?"
She looks away sheepishly, "I actually have to go meet him... like right now. I don't know if it's a date or not" she tries to hide a smile but fails.
"Awhhh Daphne! You guys will be adorable together" Hannah squeals, "We can have triple dates if everything works out!"
The three of you chatter in excitement together then finally escort Daphne out so she can go meet her man. But then you realised, you have someone to meet too. And of course you have to tell Hannah.
"Hannah" you whisper as you two start getting ready for bed "I need to meet with Draco tonight"
"What? I thought you were cutting off all ties with him? What would Chris say! Chris hates his guts!" she says in a worried tone.
Hearing Chris's name brought back your consciousness, and it made everything hurt a bit more .
"I don't know Hannah but he said it was important... I'll tell you everything afterwards" you don't let her say another word before you leave the room and start walking towards your favourite willow tree.
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"You're here earlier than I expected." You hear a deep voice come closer as you're sitting on the bench. "Then again, I wasn't sure you would show up at all" he chuckled dryly while taking a seat next to you.
"Hi Draco" you sighed.
There it was again, his name falling off your lips, just the way he wanted. His voice got a bit stuck in his throat and his heart was beating slightly faster.
He almost seemed nervous.
"What is it that was so important?" You question.
"Y/n" he starts off, taking a deep breath "I ended things with Hermione"
Your throat goes dry and your mouth gapes slightly. How was that possible? They were like the perfect couple.
"How is that possible? You guys were like the perfect couple." You think out loud.
" No y/n we weren't perfect, it was only from the surface. I thought that she was everything that I wanted but I slowly learned that... maybe she was more stuck up than me." He looked away shamefully. " And she would always try fix our relationship like I was some naive puppy, give me gifts and hope that I would just comply."
"You didn't like her gifts?"
"I liked them" he said quietly, looking down at the ring wrapped around his finger and twisting it absent mindedly "But I know it's not from her, you're the only person I told about this ring y/n. You're the only person who knew I wanted it."
Your eyes widen in realisation.
"Y/n I broke up with her because I realised I was chasing the wrong person. She didn't care if I felt okay, or whether I smiled, she just wanted me there." he looked lost, like a little boy with no home. " And if I'm being completely honest y/n, I really missed us hanging out every night."
"Draco... part of it was my fault too, I didn't realise you were hurting and I shouldn't have avoided you... I just wanted to keep distance because you were with Hermione." You said feeling guilty, you were on the verge of tears, and he noticed.
"Y/n." He said gently, holding both your hands. "Don't cry please, I'm okay. I just wanted to tell you that I don't care about her anymore because I have you."
"What?" You were pulled out of your guilt and placed into panic. What was he doing?
"Y/n I have you. I've always had you and I don't know why I don't notice sooner that it was you." He shifted nervously in his spot, waiting for you to say something.
"What are you saying Draco?" You say skeptically, hoping he didn't mean what he said.
"I broke up with Hermione for you. I want to be with you y/n, I realised that I hated being away from you, and that I was missing a piece of me when you weren't there. And I feel so stupid for not realising it sooner and telling you, because now everything seems different." He sighs and looks down at both of your hands held together. "I don't know if I'm delusional to think that some part of you feels the same way."
He looks up at you with pleading eyes. Never in your life would you have thought that the Draco Malfoy would be here confessing in the most unlikely way possible. Yet here was this beautiful boy in front of you, icy hair, baby blue eyes, perfectly sculpted face, the school heartthrob. It was the right person, wrong time.
"Draco I can't." You cry, feeling your heart ache because even if you wanted to you couldn't. "If only you had told me sooner... everything's different now. I have Chris, and I can't just end things with him. He has never wronged me"
Tears were streaming down your face as you felt overwhelmed. Draco's strong arms wrapped around you and he held you to his chest while rubbing your back gently. You felt safe, comfortable, more comfortable than you should be.
"Y/n don't cry, I already told you. I just wish that you could be mine, that loving you wasn't wrong."
Usually that line would give you butterflies, but right now you felt sick. You felt disgusting, for falling for two amazing guys at once.
"Draco I'm sorry" you say while sniffling. "Please don't hate me."
He holds you protectively while hushing your cries.
"I don't hate you. I could never hate you." He tells you as he rocks you gently to sleep.
"I hate him."
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a/n: Gosh I haven't written for this series in agessss, I had two possible outcomes for this next chapter but I ultimately stuck to this one because I think it makes more sense for the way the storyline is going to continue.
I really liked the other one too!!! It was going to be super angsty and wayyy more drama than this one, and i lowk feel like not posting it went to waste:( If you guys want to know what the alternate 'reality' was going to be I might post it as a oneshot later! But let me know in the comments:))
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:)
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.
When were you going to tell me? (Angst + Part 2 under works?)
You and Draco have been in a relationship for 4 months now, and you hear a rumor about him sleeping with another girl. You ask him about it and he confirms your suspicions, leading you to wonder when he was ever going to tell you...
To see you smile (Fluff/Soft!Draco) *Personal Favourite
You and Draco are classmates, and somewhat academic rivals. You and your class had recently had a potions test, and are anticipating results so you can see if you beat Draco. You seem to have beat Draco, or did you?
Different (Angst, Fluff, and SMUT) 18+ *Popular & Personal Favourite
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?
Oneshots:
Monday Mornings (Fluff)
Draco is a morning person, you are not. A classic Monday morning where he tries to wake you up for breakfast, but you just want to sleep longer.
Apologise (Angst to Fluff)
You've been bullied by Draco Malfoy since 2nd year when a rumor about you liking him spread around the school. It's fourth year now and you've just about had enough of his rude remarks, so you stand up to him for the sake of your own mental health, catching him off guard with an apology.
Tightrope (Angst to Fluff)
You and Draco have been happily married, and you have a son and twin daughters. Draco has important business to attend to at the Theatrical Hall in Muggle London, when you see on the Daily Prophet, a picture of Draco kissing an unknown woman.
Practice Makes Perfect (Fluff)
Draco has been trying to learn to braid your hair, and day after day, he becomes a master at it. Next up- braiding his hair...
Don't Be Like Him (Angst + Fluff) *TW
Your parents have lots of fights, and there hasn't usually been any like this one. You're on your mum's side, because your dad calls your mum a lot of nasty things and burdens her with his family. You come home one day, crying to your husband Draco, and you tell him to promise you that he will never be like your dad.
Twoshots:
Fake smiles (2 parts) *Personal Favourite
Fake smiles (Angst - Part 1)
You and Draco have been dating for 6 months now and the relationship is going great. Until Daphne Greengrass introduced her younger sister Astoria. Draco and her seem to be getting friendly with each other, and you find that you have been fake smiling far too much.
Real Smiles (Angst to Fluff - Fake Smiles Part 2)
A heavy hearted Draco contemplates his actions and tries to win your love back, and he earns that real smile that he's been wanting so see in a long time.
Series:
Deadline series (3 parts) *Popular + Personal Favourite
Deadline (Angst - Part 1)
Draco notices the love of his life slipping through his fingers. Will he win her back? Or is their love a deadline long overdue? Should he show his final act of love by letting her go?
Not Him (Angst - Deadline Part 2)
After Draco ended things with you, you decide to move on with someone new. It's only then you realise that you can't forget him, you wish you could but it's so natural for you to love him. It doesn't help that Theo constantly compares himself to Draco and tries to be like him so that you love him.
Our Happy Ending (Angst to Fluff- Deadline part 3)
After Theo ended things with you, it was hard to face life again. Loneliness consumes you as you realise that there are no such things as happy endings. Theo has already moved on, but the question is, have you?
My Sunshine series (Ongoing series + regular updates) *Popular + Personal Favourite
My Sunshine Masterlist (? Parts)
You're a muggleborn Hufflepuff student at Hogwarts, a bright girl with a wonderful circle of friends from houses all around. You may not be popular but you are well known in Hogwarts for your kindness. You never thought you'd ever interact with the Slytherin Prince, seeing as he had a strict friend group with very strong opinions on blood purity, but you find yourself falling for him and his charms. You see a side to him that you were sure no one else saw, but did he actually see you as something more than an acquaintance? Or did he have his eyes on someone else?
Harry Potter (Requests Closed)
Never Let Go Of Me (Angst) *Requested
Slytherin reader being pressured by her family into being a death eater, but she is conflicted due to her close relationship with Harry and her loyalty to her family. When Harry finds out she and Draco were both assigned to kill Dumbledore, he has to try and pull reader back into reality and make her realize what she’s actually going to go through with.
Here is the links to the chapters for my new series!
Summary:
You're a muggleborn Hufflepuff student at Hogwarts, a bright girl with a wonderful circle of friends from houses all around. You may not be popular but you are well known in Hogwarts for your kindness and friendliness. You never thought you'd ever interact with the Slytherin Prince, seeing as he had a strict friend group with very strong opinions of blood purity, but you find yourself falling for him and his charms. You see a side to him that you were sure no one else saw, but did he actually see you as something more than an acquaintance? Or did he have his eyes on someone else?
Part 1 - First Day Back
Part 2 - The Kitchens
Part 3 - His Duties
Part 4 - Eyes For her
Part 5 - Butterflies Dying
Part 6 - Him With Her
Part 7 - I'll Tell You
Part 8 - From The Surface
Part 9 - Flowers(unreleased)
Part 10 - Piece Of You(unreleased)
Part 11 - ???
Part 12 - ???
CHAPTERS WILL BE RELEASED ONE BY ONE!
I am pretty sure this series will become longer than 8 chapters but for now I have only started these ones. I am assuming this will be about 15 chapters or more.
