Ik it’s something people weird but Draco Malfoy getting mad bc his amortentia undeniablely smells like reader and he tries to refuse to believe it?
LOVE LOVE LOVE. This is genius and not weird at all.
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I could feel his nervous eyes on me from across the room. He had been acting strange towards me and me alone since discovered today's lesson, his eyes averting mine and his shoulders drooped. The confident Draco Malfoy never looked so vulnerable and nervous before, his rigid frame almost frightening as I ponder a way to ask him what was wrong.
In Slughorns class, we're learning about Amortentia, the potion that seems to have enticed everyone in the room, hearts joyfully skipping beats, smiles that dance around the room from face to face as the professor lets everyone take a whiff. It wasn't dangerous, not even in the slightest, but it almost always reveals something about someone.
Maybe that wasn't always good.
My classmates around me are focused deeply on the professors words, their eyes aglow and eager as he explains the background of the potion and the trials and tribulations of someone who ingests it. By the time it comes around to Draco, I watch as he leans forward, his eyes fluttering softly shut as he takes a small breath in. He looks almost confused as the professor pulls away and moves onto the next student, his brows pulled together and lips pulled down into a frown. I wonder what it smelled like to him.
It's not shocking to me what I smell; crisp peppermint gum, the smell of rain in the air and the dark smell of leather. They're all things that remind me of him, not even realizing this until I took a deep inhale of the potion, the professor's eyes lighting up as realization passes over my face.
I'm lucky that he's not asking us to share our discoveries with the class.
Making my way out of the lecture hall, I spot Malfoy walking alone a few feet in front of me, his head hanging low and his feet scuffing against the floor. It doesn't take much to catch up to him, our shoulders brushing against one another as he turns to look at me, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sight of me beside him.
"Are you alright?" I ask suddenly, stopping him in his tracks as he turns to me, his hand reaching up to bashfully rub the back of his neck. His eyes avoid mine as my shoulders deflate, wondering if I had done something to upset him. "Did I do something to upset you?" I quiz, his head shaking quickly as I pout, not understanding his sudden distain for me. We had been amicable for the time we've shared at Hogwarts together, never really butting heads or having any issues. I know that he's known for his sass, along with his family's treacherous past, but he's never been outright rude towards me.
"I'm fine." He brushes me off simply as his arms fold over his chest, my mind thinking back to when this might have started. We talked earlier before class, but then he got all squirming and bashful when-
Oh my god.
"Wait..." I trail off, taking a step closer to him as he stiffens like a board, a laugh leaving my lips as it all comes together in my head. "What did yours smell like?" His eyebrows lift at my question, his frown being replaced by a scowl, his head shaking with a bitter laugh.
"Nothing, what ever would make you think that that's what's got me upset?" He sneers but my knowing smile doesn't fade, the grin bothering him more than my pesky questions.
"So you admit you're upset?" I tease, reaching forward to pat his arm as he flinches, gulping audibly as I shake my head. "What did it smell like?" He runs a hand over his face, sighing loudly as the clock chimes above us, startling the boy in front of me.
"You're obviously aware, so can you stop-" I cut him off quickly, my lips pressing against his without another thought, without hesitation. It takes him a few moments to relax, shocked that I would be so forward but based on the way his hands find my hips, I can tell it's no issue. Pulling away from him, our lips linger a bit as my eyes flutter open, a small smile is on his lips as he clears his throat. "If you don't mind me asking, what did yours resemble?" He whispers, the space between us begging to be closed again as I chuckle.
"I'd say that it resembled a familiar, silver-tongued Slytherin I know."
Request @bii-aan-ckaa : Hi there! I hope you are well. I just have a request for Draco Malfoy x Y/N. You’re dating Harry Potter but you hate Draco and one day in class you’re paired with Draco and he starts tracing his fingers up your thigh and whispering naughty things in your ear like how he would fuck you so hard and rough like you want it and how he’s seen how you look at him in class and how you turn him on and y/n gets flustered and goes to the prefects bathroom and Draco comes after and she just kisses him hard and they have rough hate sex and he makes her say how he’s better than her boyfriend and how he’s going to fuck her whenever he wants to
A/N: Tbh I procrastinated this request for a long time, but once I sat down to write it, everything came easily and I’m very pleased with how it turned out. Hope you enjoy! P.S Sorry about Harry :(
Summary: Y/N and her boyfriend, Harry, hate Draco. But what happens when Y/N gets paired up with him for a potions assignment?
“Harry, wait up!” Y/N called after her boyfriend. He was running a few paces ahead of her. The two of them were about to be late for Potions. Harry turned his head briefly and smiled brightly at Y/N. She rolled her eyes and sped up so that she was nearly beside Harry now. They sprinted down the dungeon steps and burst through the archway into Snape’s classroom just as the bell rang. Everyone’s eyes shifted to the pair, who were huffing and puffing.
“Today’s lesson will be on Felix Felicis. You will each be paired up with a fellow student. No, you may not pick your partner. I will do that for you,” Snape said coldly. His eyes shifted to Harry and Y/N. “Mr. Potter, you’ll be working with Mr. Goyle. You, Ms. Y/L/N, will be with Mr. Malfoy. Perhaps with him, you’ll be able to actually brew an accurate potion.”
Y/N glared at the blonde-haired boy by the name of Draco. It was well known throughout Hogwarts that Harry and Draco didn’t get on, but their hateful relationship was nothing compared to his with Y/N. The two of them were prefects, Y/N being a Gryffindor and Draco being a Slytherin. This meant they saw each other at prefect meetings and at other school functions. Y/N despised him for multiple reasons. He was an absolute prick to her boyfriend, which obviously didn’t sit well with her. Not to mention Draco would tease Y/N about everything, no matter if it were her shoes or her nose. If Draco noticed anything out of sorts, he would poke and prod at it. And on top of Draco’s constant rude remarks and banter, Y/N couldn’t deny the fact that to put it bluntly, he was hot. She felt utterly horrible for thinking this about him, but Draco was, in Y/N’s mind, the most attractive boy she’d ever laid eyes on...aside from Harry, of course.
Reluctantly, she walked over to the empty stool beside Draco and took a seat. The boy smirked at her and held eye contact for just a couple seconds too long before turning his attention to Snape, who was going over instructions. Y/N’s heart was pounding in her chest, and not from the running. The class had hardly started, and she was already distracted. She blinked rapidly, trying to snap out of her thoughts. Her eyes landed on the spread in front of her. Y/N knew Felix Felicis to be a difficult potion to brew because of its intricacy, and if she remembered correctly, it took many months to complete. However, it looked as though they were going to start from the beginning today. Y/N nervously picked at the skin around her nails as she scanned the ingredients. She recognized most of them: Occamy Eggshells, Murtlap Tentacles, Common Rue, and Thyme. But there were a couple other items she was unfamiliar with.
“I will only help you with the first few steps, then you will have to go by your textbooks. We’ll start with the Ashwinder egg. Add it to your cauldrons,” Snape instructed. Y/N’s hand hovered over the various items. She was about to grab what looked like an egg, but a hand on her wrist stopped her. “It’s not that one,” a haughty voice said. Y/N turned to glare at Draco, who kept his hand on her while using his other to grab an orange-reddish colored egg. He tossed it into the air, caught it, and slid it into their shared cauldron. Y/N wrenched her wrist from his grip. Draco chuckled at this. “Not my fault you didn’t know what an egg looked like,” he retorted. Y/N huffed angrily. “Eggs can come in many different shapes and sizes. Forgive me for being cautious.” Draco raised an eyebrow as he turned up the heat of the fire beneath the pewter cauldron. He appeared unimpressed.
“Now for the Squill Bulb. Stir vigorously after adding it in,” Snape muttered as he slowly circled the classroom. Y/N groaned quietly. She wasn’t familiar with this ingredient, either. While she frantically scanned the table, she felt a hot breath on her neck. “You look pretty when you’re scared,” Draco whispered into her ear. A shudder ran down her spine, and she shifted in her seat while she pressed her thighs together. Her eyes flickered to Draco. He was gazing at her intently, his eyes running up and down her body. “Shut up, Malfoy. I'm not scared, I'm just unsure,” Y/N snapped, but she knew her words weren’t convincing. Draco leaned over her and snatched the brown bulb at the far end of the table. He lingered there for a moment, his body close to Y/N’s. Then he sat back, plopped the item into the cauldron, and began to stir swiftly. His eyes didn’t meet Y/N’s, but she couldn’t take hers off of his. Fortunately, she was snapped out of her trance by Snape slamming a textbook onto the table. Y/N bit her lip, preventing a curse word from flying, as she turned around to see her professor behind her. He sneered down at her and aggressively turned the book's pages until landing on the relevant section.
“Follow instructions, Y/L/N. Just because you’re paired with Malfoy doesn’t mean you can slack off,” he scolded. Once again, all eyes turned to Y/N, whose face was burning crimson. She blocked out the shame surging in her stomach and pulled the textbook close to her so she could identify the next step in the potion. It called for Murtlap Tentacles. But first, they must be cleaned and chopped up. Y/N grasped the worm-like strands and laid them on her cutting board.
She had just begun to chop them up when she felt a hand on her thigh. It was evident that the hand belonged to Draco. She glanced to the side, her eyes meeting his. He raised an eyebrow to ask silent permission. Y/N knew better, but she was curious and gave him a short nod. His fingers then traced lines up and down her leg, making her squirm. At that very moment, Harry decided to look over at his girlfriend. He gave her a soft, sympathetic smile to which she hurriedly returned as she tried to ignore what was happening underneath the table. But what Draco did next was not something she could put out of mind. His hand slid underneath her skirt, and she felt his finger brush over her clothed and slightly excited pussy. Y/N stifled a gasp and whipped her head towards Draco, shooting a nasty glare. He smirked at her and whispered, “Are you aroused, Y/N? Your panties are wet. Is it for me?”
Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. How was it that even his voice was sexy? She luckily got ahold of herself and promptly slapped his hand away. “Don’t fucking touch me,” she seethed. But Draco was unfazed. He added more ingredients to the potion-in-progress and stirred it absentmindedly. “You know, Y/N, I notice your stares. I see how you look at me. You don’t look at Harry like that, do you? Does he make you happy?” he questioned. Y/N straightened her spine, trying to appear unaffected by his inquiries. “He does make me happy, for your information,” she replied coldly. Draco’s focus remained on the potion as he asked another question, one that made Y/N falter. “But does he make you happy in bed, Y/N?” Suddenly, she couldn’t breathe. How dare he ask such a thing. Y/N opened her mouth to reply but found that no words came to her aid. Harry was the best boyfriend she could ask for. But truthfully, he wasn’t the most skilled in the bedroom. He gave it his all, but it wasn’t quite enough for Y/N. However, it wasn’t a big deal; Y/N didn’t really mind having to finish the job with her hand after the deed. Sure, it wasn’t the most ideal situation, but it definitely wasn’t something to break up over, not in her mind.
“No answer, huh? Seems my suspicions were right. He’s not satisfying you,” Draco whispered. Y/N shifted her eyes to her textbook, trying to reassert her concentration onto her schoolwork. But then Draco’s hand returned to her thigh, and he leaned in closer. “I could do better. God, I’d fuck you so hard and so much better than he ever could. I’d fuck you until you’d have to beg me to stop,” he muttered while slipping his index finger past her underwear and starting to stroke her. Y/N tried to close her thighs, but Draco’s thumb and pinky held them open as his finger found her clit and swirled around it lightly. “You turn me on, Y/N. And I know you want this. You can’t fool me.”
Y/N’s chest was heaving, she could feel her underwear growing wetter and her desire for the Slytherin increasing. It was getting to be too much; she didn’t think she could handle any more. Her hand pushed his away, and she stood up abruptly, sending her stool backward. The screeching of its feet on the floor got the attention of the class. “May I use the bathroom, Professor?” she asked. Snape leered at her but waved her off. Without hesitation, Y/N ran out of the classroom and sprinted for the Prefect’s bathroom. It was much farther than the regular toilets, but Y/N wanted extra security. She climbed many flights of stairs before arriving outside the door. Y/N spoke the password and rushed inside, not stopping to admire the chandelier or the freshly cleaned marble floors. She made a beeline for the enormous bath, kicking off her shoes and robe as she went. When she got to the bath, she sat down beside it and slid off her socks along with her skirt and underwear. Slowly, Y/N slipped her foot into the water. It was the perfect temperature. Eagerly, she yanked off her grey sweater and button-down shirt, leaving her in just her lacey bralette; it was red to match her house colors.
Y/N scooted towards the edge of the bath and carefully slid herself inside, submerging her body from her stomach down. The steam from the hot water instantly calmed her racing heart. She crossed her arms on the edge of the pool. This prevented her from sliding all the way under. Gently, she rested her head on top of them. But before allowing herself to relax, Y/N quickly scanned the bathroom. When she determined nobody was present, she closed her eyes and let her body soften. But her craved peace of mind didn’t come. The events of a few minutes prior were still swirling around in her head. Did he really touch me, or am I just imagining it? No, I can't be imagining it, not when my goddamn clit is still tingling from his finger. Y/N knew the cat was out of the bag. She thought she’d been doing an excellent job of hiding her attraction to Draco, but he said it himself; he’d seen the way she'd looked at him. He knew she liked him. Y/N felt terrible. How would Harry feel if he knew his girlfriend had a thing for the boy who made his school days hell? He certainly wouldn’t be pleased, that’s for sure.
Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a soft chuckle. She opened her eyes to see none other than Draco, kneeling right in front of her. She screamed and instinctively crossed her arms over her chest; she almost lost her grip on the edge of the bath by doing this. But at the last second, she regained her grasp and this time opted to press her chest against the side of the pool to shield herself from Draco’s view.
“What are you doing here?” she yelled angrily, refusing to look at the boy. “I’m simply finishing what I started,” he said. Y/N’s eyebrows knit together. “Wha—” She was cut off by Draco smashing his lips against hers. At first, Y/N wanted to push him away, and she tried. She pressed her hands against his chest and started to shove him, but then he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, and her arms weakened. She melted into the kiss, all thoughts of Harry leaving her mind. Draco swirled his tongue around hers, causing her skin to prickle with arousal. Y/N sighed deeply and leaned in closer. She squealed when Draco began to suck her tongue before he abruptly pulled away. The pair gazed at each other, pure lust in their eyes. Draco suddenly grabbed her arms and hoisted her out of the bath. Once her feet touched the floor, his fingers immediately found her pussy and began rubbing. Y/N’s legs shook, and she grabbed onto Draco’s shoulders as he slid a finger inside her.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Draco muttered. Y/N whimpered and clenched her walls around his digit. “Don’t worry, you’ll be full soon enough,” he stated while sliding in another finger. Y/N was desperate at this point. She hadn’t touched herself in a few weeks, and Draco’s fingers were skilled. They were bringing her to her peak before Draco had even undressed. Not only was he skilled, but he was also experienced and thus noticed Y/N’s body language. He knew she was close, so he removed his fingers. Y/N cried out as she felt her climax fade away. “What the hell?” she growled while pressing her thighs together, trying to imitate the friction he'd provided. Draco said nothing as he slid down his pants and underwear, smiling at her neediness. She glared at him, furious that he had denied her her orgasm, but he paid her no mind. When his clothes were shed, he roughly grabbed Y/N’s waist and steered her to the nearest wall. Without warning, he slammed her up against it and forcefully thrusted his cock inside her. The combined feeling of being full and the shock of the cold marble against her skin caused Y/N to let out a guttural moan. She dug her fingernails into Draco’s back, through his shirt as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to adjust. His hips remained still, prompting Y/N to clench around him.
“You’re so tight, fuck,” he grunted. Y/N whined when he still didn’t move and bucked her hips. “Oh, you want me to fuck you? Is that it?” he teased. Y/N narrowed her eyes. “I hate you,” she muttered. Draco winked at her and pulled out, she was frustrated initially, but then he thrusted back inside, roughly, making her scream. His hips snapped back and forth at a rapid pace. Y/N moaned loudly as her eyes fell shut. Her voice hitched every time his cock touched that spot deep inside her. “Tell me I’m better than him, Y/N. Tell me that I’m better than Harry, that I fuck you harder than him,” he growled. Y/N couldn’t form a coherent thought; there was no way she’d be able to speak a proper sentence. Draco gripped her arms tight and pounded her hard before ceasing his movements. Y/N opened her eyes; she was confused as to why he had stopped. “Say it,” he demanded. Y/N felt her body shudder and sweat slide down her neck. Draco slammed inside her again, startling her.
“You’re better! You fuck me better than Harry,” she sputtered. Draco smirked. “That’s right, princess. And don’t worry, I’ll be fucking you frequently. Whenever I want, I’ll sneak off to your common room, crawl into your bed, and fuck you until you see stars. I don’t even care if someone sees or hears. You’re mine now, understand? You’re my little fuck toy,” he husked. Y/N whimpered at his words. She’d never been more aroused than she was right then. He began to regain his fast pace, and Y/N cried out in pleasure. “Fuck, Draco!” she shouted. This seemed to egg Draco on as he thrusted into her even harder, making her tits bounce. “Draco, Draco, Draco,” Y/N moaned. The Slytherin grunted, leaned his head towards her neck, and latched his lips onto her soft skin. He took her skin in between his teeth and sucked forcefully. “That’s gonna leave a mark, Draco, stop,” she whined. Draco pulled away and snickered. “I know, that’s the point.” Y/N rolled her eyes. Bastard.
Suddenly, Draco paused his movements and carefully pulled himself out. Before Y/N could speak, he spun her around so that her front was pressed up against the wall. He shoved his cock back inside her and resumed thrusting. “God, you’re so good. I’m gonna fuck you all the fucking time. And you’re going to let me, aren’t you, princess? You’re gonna let me pound that pussy whenever the fuck I want, right?” Y/N groaned, the sound of her voice and the slapping of skin reverberating off the bathroom walls. She was so close to her peak; she just needed a little more. “Answer me, slut,” Draco growled. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut as he roughly snapped his hips. “Yes. Shit, yes, I’ll let you fuck me whenever. Fuck, fuck! Draco, I’m gonna cum,” she squeaked. Draco gripped her hips tighter. “Then cum. Cum on my cock, you filthy little slut.”
That was all Y/N needed. She felt her orgasm pulse through her; it was as if her bloodstream was filled with electricity. Her body jerked with shocks of pleasure, and her vision turned white. Draco’s pace had never slowed throughout her high. In fact, it had sped up as he was nearing his own climax. With a few more thrusts, he came inside her with a loud moan. Y/N squeezed him tight, stimulating him through his orgasm.
When he finished, he remained inside her as they both tried to catch their breaths. Y/N was utterly dazed. “I’ve never cummed that hard. Holy shit, Draco.”
“You said it yourself, I’m better,” he said with a smirk.
Gently, he pulled out of her. Y/N turned around and leaned against the wall; her legs were trembling too much to stand without support. “I still don’t like you,” she stated. Draco cocked an eyebrow. “You sure bout that? You were just screaming my name about,” he raised his wrist to his face, pretending to check an invisible watch, “two minutes ago.” Y/N crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to look intimidating.
“Because of you, we missed the rest of Potions and are likely going to be late to our next class, you moron,” Y/N complained while walking over to her pile of clothes by the still-hot bath. Draco was already dressed, considering he had only taken off his lower layer of clothing. He was readjusting his tie in the mirror while Y/N scrambled for a towel to clean herself up with. Draco cleared his throat. Y/N glanced over to see him lifting up a washcloth. She grumbled to herself as she stomped over to him. The Gryffindor snatched the cloth from his hand. “Thanks,” she said shortly. Draco shook his head and laughed. “You’ll warm up to me yet, Y/L/N.”
Y/N flipped him off, not bothering to look behind her. She knew he could see her in the mirror. “Fuck off, Draco, I still hate your guts even though you’ve just rearranged mine,” she called out, making Draco laugh again. Y/N sighed softly in disappointment. Not even her humor could distract her from the thought in her mind. How were things ever going to be normal with Harry again?
𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Draco really likes a Hufflepuff. He likes her so much that he spends days in the library helping her with her homework, no matter how tired or sleepy he is. The Hufflepuff really likes sweets. She likes them so much that she's willing to share her chocolate with Draco.
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"What do you mean you don't get it? We just—"
The boy stopped once he saw the pout on the girl's face. He sighed, then took the book again. Draco could see that she was trying her best. There was no reason for him to snap at her.
"I will let you go over the answers one more time. Then I will ask you again. Is that okay?"
The girl nodded, then took the paper with questions and answers Draco made her write. She failed a test twice already, she couldn't do it again. Not because of her, but because of Draco's hard work. He spent so much time teaching her various tricks for better memory and studying. He even carried many books each day for her. Little did she know that behind Draco's annoyed frown there were so many feelings for her. He liked to spend time with her. The way she cutely held his quill in an odd way was so amusing to him. He could watch her for hours. And he did. Until he would sense that she might look his way. The fast change from the fond look and the annoyed one was almost scary.
The grey eyed boy relaxed on the table, putting his elbows on it and resting his chin on his hands. Bored with the waiting, he took one of his quills and began writing on an empty sheet. He wrote any words he could think of. He often did it when he had panic attacks. Writing words such as forest, sea, birds, fruit made him calm. He pictured all those things as he wrote. It was a little trick his mother had shown him.
Waves.
Sky.
Sun.
Fish.
Boat.
Friends.
Seagulls.
The picture slowly formed in his head. He was on a boat, throwing fish in the air for seagulls to catch. The sound and smell of the ocean was taking over his senses, making the boy slowly close his eyes and drift away. The girl noticed that his head had fallen down and his quill was resting in one place, creating a big stain of ink on the paper. She gently removed the quill, then took the paper. She had to admit, Draco had the most beautiful handwriting. Each word was so satisfying to watch. She looked over at the boy again. Words couldn't describe how bad she felt. He must've been so exhausted because of her. He helped her every day, spent hours with her in the library or his common room, yet she couldn't remember twenty simple answers.
Instead of making him get up, she slowly stood up, collecting her things. Then, she took her robe that was hanging on her chair and put it over the boy's body so he isn't cold. She couldn't wake him up. It's almost impossible to go to sleep once someone interrupts it like that. Yes, the position wasn't the most comfortable one, but getting him to sleep at least a little bit was an achievement. She wrote a note on the paper under all the words, then slid it back where it was. Just as she wanted to leave, she stopped for a moment and looked at him. Her fingers reached towards his hair, dying to touch it for a long time. She allowed herself to run them through the blonde locks, wishing she could do it every day to help him fall asleep.
"Thank you for putting up with me." She whispered, then placed a kiss on his head.
Draco was sleeping on the table for a long time. Students passed by him, wondering why a Hufflepuff robe was over him. A loud thud woke him up, making him slightly jump and look around. Blaise stood near the table with a raised eyebrow. Draco's mood immediately changed once he saw that the girl was gone.
"What?" He spat, feeling frustrated.
"How was your nap, buddy?"
"It was fine."
It was amazing. He dreamt of her. The two of them were laying on his bed. His head was placed on her chest and the feeling of her fingers in his hair felt almost too real. Draco rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the blurry eyesight from sleep. Then, he noticed the paper in front of him.
I'm sorry for leaving you alone, I had to go to Snape's class. Also, you told me once that you have difficulties with falling asleep. I didn't want to wake you up. Hopefully, you feel rested now. I'm sorry for being stupid sometimes. I know you try very hard, but my brain just can't remember things. Don't be mad at me? Also, don't forget my robe!
Draco raised his eyebrow in confusion. Her robe?
"I didn't know you're still wasting your energy with that Hufflepuff. Did you two hook up or something?" Blaise spoke as he pulled something from Draco's back. He held the piece of clothing in the air, admiring the Hufflepuff sign.
"Give me that." The boy snatched it away from Blaise, not wanting him to touch what was hers. He put the robe near his face, admiring it for a few moments before brining it to his nose. He closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet scent she always left behind. She always smelled like candy. A smile appeared on his lips, remembering all the times the girl would bring sweets with her and offer him some. He would often get mad at her for eating too much and feeling sick. She looked adorable with her little stomach bump.
"Salazar, that's pathetic. Do you have a crush or something? Sniffing her clothes like that, seriously..."
Draco sighed, annoyed because his friend interrupted the moment. "Shut up."
"Did I interrupt a special moment with a piece of clothing?" The dark haired boy continued to touch Draco where he wasn't supposed to. Blaise often made fun of the girl, but she never told Draco. Instead, she brushed it off with a smile. If Draco knew, he'd go crazy. Just touching her robe made him mad.
"You know nothing about love."
"So you do like her."
"I do. What will you do about it?"
Blaise scoffed at his words, disappointed because his best friend went for a weak Hufflepuff. "I'm just disappointed, honestly. You can do better. I mean, have you seen Pansy?"
Draco knew that there was no use in arguing with him. Instead, he collected his belongings and left the library. He made his way towards the Hufflepuff common room, hoping to find her somewhere nearby.
"Is that Malfoy?"
"With a Hufflepuff robe?"
"Weird."
Ignoring all the words, he took a turn and stopped. His crush was sitting on one of the benches, unwrapping a newly bought chocolate. The Weasley twins were in the distance, letting Draco know that she bought it from them. She didn't even break it in pieces. Instead, she took a bite out of it like it was a sandwich. The blonde haired boy smiled at the sight, then slowly approached her.
"Hi there, candy freak."
"Oh, Draco! You're awake."
The girl moved so he could sit, taking another bite out of the chocolate. He held the robe in his hands, not wanting to let it go yet. "Eating as always, I see."
She dropped her hands in her lap, a small pout appearing on her lips. The sight hurt Draco's heart. He didn't mean it that way. It was only a joke.
"Oh, don't listen to me. I'm an idiot."
The girl happily brought the chocolate back to her lips, taking a big bite. Then, she turned it towards the boy, offering him a piece on the other end. Just as he wanted to take a bite, she pulled the chocolate away with a smile. Draco tried again, but missed for just an inch. The girl's laugh echoed through the hallway. The disappointed look on his face was truly amusing to look at. She brought the chocolate back to his lips, then waited for the right moment to pull it away one more time.
Draco stopped for a moment, thinking about doing something risky. He liked her so much, but did she like him back? Is he just a friend to her? Maybe not even a friend? The boy pushed all his thoughts away. His father didn't raise a coward.
He moved forward, aiming for the chocolate at first. Once she pulled it away, Draco landed his lips on hers. Her eyes widened in surprise at first. She had feelings for him since she met him at a Slytherin party. He had saved her from embarrassment because she drank too much, then helped her get to her room. Since then, she only started spending time with him once Snape told him to help her. The girl dropped the chocolate on the bench, then put her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer.
Warnings: Smut, Dom!Draco, Dub!con (use of aphrodisiacs)
Wordcount: 1423
Summary: Prefect Draco catches you in a less than ideal situation - at least to you. However, this is the perfect opportunity for Draco to show his true desire for you - threateningly, might I add.
A/N: Here is another request I got, which includes prefect Draco. Hope you enjoy!
For months, Fred and George had you picking up their Weasley products from a nearby supplier. You were pretty good at sneaking in and out of the castle, and therefore, the twins trusted you. They gave you a decent amount of money for your troubles. The two troublemakers paid you a small percentage of their income from their products, which was incredibly nice. The reason that Fred and George no longer wanted to was because of Professor Snape, who had caught them several months before sneaking outside the castle. Because of this instance, the twins were at risk of being expelled. However, they were so close to successfully graduating that they couldn’t fathom getting kicked out. So, the Weasley twins put you up to the task, trusting you completely. You were one of Ron and Ginny’s good friends, and you were good with getting away with a multitude of tasks.
Tonight was no different. You snuck out successfully, going to the vendor’s spot. You avoided several prefects in the process, as well as Mr. Filch. You were happy you were successful in this task so far. You carried a large suitcase of sweets towards the Gryffindor common room, where Fred and George were to be waiting for you. “Well well well” you heard a familiar voice behind you.
It was Draco Malfoy, who saw you exit the castle and was waiting for you ever since. He had special plans for you. “Oh um- hi Draco.” You approached the tall prefect boy. Taller than you, anyhow. “What’s in the suitcase L/N?” He asked. Obviously, you couldn’t tell Draco the truth. So, you fibbed just a bit. “They’re textbooks from my mom and dad. To help me with my studies” you lied, swiftly. Draco was well aware that you needed little to no help with your classes, you were just behind Hermione Granger in class ranks.
“There’s just one problem with that, Y/N.” Draco started. “In addition to you being off school property outside of school hours, I also know that you’re lying to me.” Fuck. Of course he did, you thought. Draco drug you into the nearest closet, taking your Weasley products in his other hand. You were going to get it now, weren’t you? You were scared, but tried to remain calm in the eyes of Draco Malfoy. He was a prefect, and of course tonight was the night where he patrolled the halls.
He sat you down on a stool that was sat just inside of the closet as he faced your suitcase. “You think of going anywhere, I’ll snitch to Professor Snape.” He nodded at you. You shivered at the thought, and Draco snickered at your current state. You were entirely at his mercy. You couldn’t believe, after months of successful sneaking - you were caught. Would’ve happened eventually, you thought to yourself. At least it was a prefect, rather than a teacher - one who would have the capability to immediately expel you if they so desired. The sole reason that the twins were saved from expulsion was due to Dumbledore, who had made Snape go easy on the pair. Otherwise, the twins would be long gone by now.
Draco opened the suitcase while his eyes shot a glimmering glance in your direction. All nervous and frightened, he thought. It was hot. You folded your arms over your chest, hoping that you could wake up and it would all be a dream. Well, a nightmare, probably - that’d be more like it.
Draco discovered all of your Weasley products, packaged nicely and in an orderly fashion. However, it was easy to see that they were definitely not textbooks of any kind. “You naughty girl” he spoke “you’ve been sneaking out for the twins? Have you no worth?” He continued.
“I just wanted to help... everyone really loves their products and I-” Draco placed his index finger on your lips, stopping your rambling. “Shhh.” You did. “You do know that this will require disciplinary action, correct, Y/N?” Draco asked. You shook your head almost immediately. “Please Draco, don’t tell them. I’ll be in so much trouble, I could- I could get expe-” he placed his finger over your lips once more, forcing you quiet.
“Well, there is something I think you could do for me, Y/N. We could make this all disappear.” You viciously nodded. “Anything, anything! I’ll do anything Draco.” You were surprised that somehow, you were going to get off scot-free. Maybe not exactly, but Draco had no intention of telling on you as long as you complied with his wishes, which you intended to. A smirk grew on his face. What was he going to do, have you do his charms homework for the rest of the year? A multitude of different ideas came to your mind. But what would be happening next, you never imagined.
Draco rummaged through the suitcase, looking for one particular candy. He found it, thank goodness. Typically, Fred and George never sold this particular candy, as it was an aphrodisiac. It was a peach flavored gummy, similar to the ones muggles ate. However, this specific candy was lightly dosed with a pretty powerful aphrodisiac. Somehow, Draco was incredibly aware of the twins and the products they had. So, he decided that today was the day to use it.
He quickly unwrapped the peach gummy, sticking it in your face. You hesitantly nibbled at it. It tasted so good that you began craving it incredibly bad. You took it all in your mouth, almost nipping Draco’s hand in the process. “Feisty” he murmured, smirking. “It’s so good” you moaned, feeling yourself get wet. Oh god, you thought.
You noticed a bulge in Malfoy’s pants, an somehow, you got even wetter. You could feel your juices on your inner thighs, and you watched as Draco smirked at you. In a haze, you threw yourself at him, landing him on the floor with you on top of him. You could feel his bulge press against your heat, and you felt an immense desire for Draco suddenly. Nothing like ever before. You, like most girls, were attracted to him, but never like this. You felt yourself eagerly ask, “do you want this?” There was no doubt in Draco’s mind. He wanted you more than ever. He answered with a kiss, holding your head close to him.
His tongue intertwined with yours, and Draco eventually wound up on top of you. You smiled into the kiss, but Draco pulled away for a moment. However, it was to pull his pants down, which you were glad for. You desired him so badly. He went ahead and flipped your skirt on top of your waist, pulling your wet panties down and off of your legs. Draco began teasing your heat with his palm, ever so slightly. “Draco please” you begged. “What, darling?” He asked. “I need you inside of me.” You stated, intertwining you tongue with his again. Draco pulled away once more, and you mewled. You looked so beautiful, begging for him, desiring him, he thought.
He obliged, bringing himself inside of you. He pumped inside of you, slowly at first. He worked to find your g-spot, which he knew he had found when you moaned out loudly. He continued pumping into you, speeding up a bit faster now. “Oh, Merlin you feel so good Y/N” he moaned out. You ground your own hips into his. You wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him to pump deeper. “Faster, please Draco.” He started going quite a bit faster, and you could feel your own build up increasing. You moaned each other’s names as you climaxed together. He gave you a quick kiss as he pulled out of you, and you smiled.
Draco replaced your skirt, but not your panties. They were far too soiled at this point. He pulled up his own pants, zipping and buttoning them as well. He closed up the trunk, and you felt the effects of the aphrodisiac wearing off. You felt awkward with Draco, but he winked assuring you. “I think, for this offense, 10 times shall suffice?” He asked. You winked back at him. “My next run is next week on Wednesday.” He gave you the suitcase, and left the closet. You headed towards the Gryffindor common room, where the twins were waiting.
“What took you so long?” They both asked at once. You shrugged, simply stating “I just got a little caught up.” The twins, later, however, noticed one missing peach gummy, and begun theorizing.
request: Could you do a fluffy Draco one at hogwarts when they have a secret relationship
summary: that ⬆️
warnings: cursing
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You walked to potions, happily walking as you couldn’t wait to see Draco. Your last encounter was a few days ago, and you couldn’t wait to talk to him again, even if it meant having to wait until you were alone.
Locked in your daydream, you didn’t notice that him and a few of his friends were walking just a bit ahead of you. Walking past him, you accidentally knocked over the pile of books in his arms.
so i have 3 unfinished drafts for Draco rn.. yall help me decide which one to finish and post PLEASE lmao like pleaseeeee!
#1– Y/n and Draco were in a relationship for a long time but he stopped seeing her in the way he used to and she needed to leave because it was hurting too much. It’s basically in Draco’s POV of how broken he is when he realizes how much he really did love y/n now that’s shes gone. Maybe tries to get her back idk.
#2– The two of them both need to heal after the war together. Draco suffers from nightmares and y/n suffers from panic attacks since the war ended and it shows how the two of them comfort each other during their worst moments.
#3– Y/n’s family is a lot like Draco’s. Her father drinks his sorrows away and takes everything out on Y/n and her safe haven is Hogwarts. Draco is her best friend and finds her in a panic over a letter her father sent. He tries to pick up the pieces and she has to tell him what her life at home is really like.
Could I ask for a little angsty with Draco Malfoy? Inspired on the song ''Favourite crime" by Olivia?? And maybe the reader could be a hufflepuff? Thank you :)
So... this went from a little angsty to a lot of angst...
you're welcome.
You can find and read favorite crime here!!
(p.s. the reader isn't specifically a Hufflepuff, or male... or female... so... gender rights and house rights all around)
The summer holidays had been even more boring than the christmas ones (and that was saying something). There were loads of formal parties and not nearly enough fun to be had.
You never thought you would admit it but you were glad school was back but also… it was Hogwarts.
Waving off your brother and mum, you step through the barrier once again. You close your eyes and tilt your face up as a feeling of relief and extreme nervousness washes over you.
You hear the faint sound of your name being called, then you felt persistent tapping on your shoulder. You spin around and come face to face with a… paper bag?
“I took care of my face!” the bag says. You slowly realise who it was and burst into laughter. Draco was standing there, a paper brown bag over his head. You lift it off and smile at his blushing face.
You turn the bag over in your hands, it was distinctly muggle.
“How the heck did you even get one of these?” He does jazz hands and puts on an over-excited smile “MaGiC!!”
You shake your head at his antics, grabbing his arm and pulling him along beside you. “Lets go before someone steals our compartment.” You weave your way through the crowd, tripping up a lot of people and apologising every second.
It took forever to get on that train and by the time you actually got on it, Draco looked extremely aggravated. Not knowing what else to do, you start to apologise. “If i hear you say sorry one more time. You are unfriended once again.” “Who said we were ever friends?” you tease, before running down the train laughing your head off. He charges after you, looking like an angry bull.
You decide to irk him further, which is probably not a good idea. “Woah there Draco! You look a bit Gryffindorrish to me!”
He catches up to you and pulls you to a stop just outside the compartment you wanted. “Oh? to be a Slytherin I must have no emotions?” “Well I mean, your ‘family’ will be proud”
He makes a disgusted face and pulls open the compartment door then turns to face you, “But are you proud of me?” “More than anything Dray!” You laugh, pulling him in.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at Draco questioning why Potter wasn’t at the Feast. You couldn’t help but be a little curious as well. Where was he? Is he expelled? Missed the train? Or worse?
Draco notices the look on your face and frowns in disgust. “Don’t tell me you are worrying about Potter.” “Says the boy who just asked me where he was. How am i supposed to know?”
He opens his mouth and closes it, a little confused. “Fair point… At least Potter missed Dumble-bore’s speech. Lucky him.” You stab a fork into your meat and wave it around and answer. “Some of us have all the luck.”
With your mouth full of meat you stand and pull Draco along with you. “Since you are so concerned about Potter, let’s go find him.” “What? Just go searching around the castle?” “Yeah!” You stop for a second and look back at him “why, are you scared?”
He scoffs and pushes past you “Of course not! I’m Draco Malfoy, a pureblood slytherin. What would I be scared of?”
The two of you creep along the corridor, trying to look for anything that hinted at Potter. It was going for so long that you had started to give up and were about to suggest going back when Draco suddenly pulled you behind an armoured guard just as Mcgonagall, Ron and Harry came past.
Not believing your luck, you both look at each other in shock before scrambling after the three Gryffindors.
You couldn’t have gone more than 100 meters before a drawling voice from behind you made you stop in your tracks “What… in the world… do you think you are… doing?” Heart in your throat, you slowly spin around, wracked with fear.
“Ahh Professor Snape!” Draco pipes up, seemingly perfectly at ease. “We were just taking a nice walk around the castle!”
“In the dark? ...Alone?”
He nods earnestly, still showing no fear towards being caught. Snape sighs and gestures towards the dungeons. “I suggest that the two of you... hurry back to the common room… the feast is over..” He spun around, swishing his cloak and walked back to his office.
Draco grins at you and grabs your hand, pulling you towards the dungeons. You pass a couple of paintings more strange than the last before speaking. “You know what’s not fair?” You say, rather huffily. “That you’re Snape’s favourite.”
He laughs “Well if i wasn’t Snape’s favourite can you imagine how it would’ve gone? You would have had to kiss any free afternoons that you had goodbye.”
When you get into the common room, almost everyone except yourselves were already up in their dorms. The only people sitting around were Crabba and Goyle. You felt the shift in Dracos demeanor and rolled your eyes before he even realised what he was doing.
He strode up to them and struck up a conversation as you stood awkwardly off to one side. After a little bit you gave up on the pretense that he would leave the conversation to talk to you and walked up to the dorms, hearing snippets of the conversation in which he was invested in so adamantly.
The first few months of school flew by in a blur. You drew closer to Theo and Blaise even though you still believed you were best friends with draco even if it was nearly impossible to even talk to him nowadays.
It was the night of the Halloween feast. You had just come down from the dorm after spending a tantalizing long time cleaning up after Pansy after she threw around everything in her wardrobe.
You suppress a yawn. No matter how much you love this feast, you have a feeling it’s going to drag on a little too long for your liking.
Just as you round the corner, Harry and his friends bolt past like bats out of hell, making the split second decision to follow them, you spin around and stumble after them.
You hear shouts just as you round the corner and jump back with a scream. There, on the wall hung Mrs Norris and a message with what seemed to be inscribed in blood was "THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE."
You cover your mouth in absolute horror, before speaking “did… did one of you do this?” You say cautiously. Ron bristled up, his face turning red “Us? How typical of a slytherin to blame it on someone else! It was probably you trying to fr-”After
“Shut up Ronald” Hermione says stiffly. “she has a reason to think that. all, we are here at a rather unfortunate time..”
“Y/n?” A voice calls out from the other end of the corridor. An unmistakable voice. “Is that you? I heard you scream as I was heading back to the feast and came to see wha…” Draco stops short and looks at the wall. You could see his lips moving as he read the message and registered the cat. In a blink of an eye, his gaze is on Harry.
Before he could get a word out, tons of students came pouring in from every direction and just like you, they stood and read the message before it all erupted into chaos. Filch was cradling his frozen cat and students were desperately trying to work out what was happening.
Out of the noise came a loud, snobbish voice “Enemies of the Heir, beware! You’ll be next, Mudbloods!”
You go to stop him just as Albus Dumbledore himself came along. He ordered Gilderoy, Snape, Mcgonagall, Filch, Potter and his friends to accompany him, leaving it up to the prefects to establish some order within this chaos.
By the time you got back to the common room, rumours were circling already of the writing on the wall. You threw yourself onto your bed, too exhausted to think about it.
You woke up and were hit with the events of last night. Groaning, you fell back into your bed, stuffing a pillow over your face.
Eventually, you had to get up and eat something, desperately wishing you knew where the kitchens were located.
Throughout the next few weeks, you received the dirtiest looks possible from the three other houses. Everyone either thought it was one of the slytherins or Harry Potter. Which was why you were receiving such glares, also since Draco had shouted the M-slur, everyone was taking out their anger on you, since you were his best friend, so double glare.
Draco. You hadn’t spoken to him for a little while. You were angry at him for shouting that since your mother is a muggleborn. He had tried - on numerous occasions - to strike up a conversation, but you had blatantly ignored him, only feeling white hot anger at each encounter.
But the more time you spent apart, left you feeling sadder. No matter what he did, you couldn’t stay angry at him for more than a day, but this took the cake.
As more petrifications happened, you grew terrified. Not even the worst Slytherin could do this, right? ‘Right’ you decided. ‘A talk with Draco is long overdue.’
A few days later, you managed to catch him on his own. He was running down the corridors, obviously late for Charms class. “Hey Draco wait!” you called out! Catching up to him and grabbing his arm to stop him. He turned around and a flurry of emotions ran over his face. Relief, happiness and confusion.
“Y/n hey! What's wrong?” he said, trying to get rid of the awkward air. “I - um I’ve been better… these attacks are freaking me out a bit…” He laughs “The Heir won't attack us. We’re Slytherins!” “R-right anyways, I came to ask two things.”
He looks a bit apprehensive at this but gestures for you to continue. You take a deep breath and begin “One. Why did you shout out mudbloods you’ll be next? You know my mums a muggle-born and it’s a seriously rude thing to say.” He tries to look sorry but you can tell he was having a hard time. “It wasn’t meant towards your mum. You know I love her and I was only meaning that mudblood Hermione. Next question.”
“Dray, you can’t go around calling people slurs for god's sake! Two. Do you know who the Heir could be…?” He narrows his eyes and studies your face before realising what you were implying.
“You think I’m the Heir don’t you?” You say nothing, confirming his suspicions.
His face grows cold with anger. “As delighted as my father would be if i were, I’m not. I don’t know about you but don’t particularly like our school being in danger.” You raise your eyebrow at him, going on the defensive.
“You certainly don’t show it. You always look amused at the next attack”
He ignores what you just said, his eyes growing distant as he shook like a leaf. “7 years of friendship and you think I’m capable of this. Really shows what you actually think of me.”
“Then maybe don’t look so delighted when people are getting petrified left, right and centre.” You snap back. “Maybe stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. It’s not like you’re gonna be hurt anytime soon.” He sneered.
You push past him. Tired of it. “Stop trying to be someone you’re not Dray, stuck-up rude snob isn’t a good colour on you.”
*Dracos POV*
He grasped his hair as you turned the corner, filled with hurt and anger. Fat chance he was going to Charms now, he didn’t feel like getting stared at with daggers. He knew he should apologise but he didn’t feel like it right now.
He had missed hanging out with you so much and the moment you chose to talk, he had blown it.
He leant against the wall and slid down to the floor. Closing his eyes, sulking.
He grew bored after a while and stumbled back to the library, having nothing better to do. On the way he passed the bulletin and looked to see if anything good was happening.
‘Next weekend at Hogsmeade’ no, ‘Firecrackers for 5 galleons each’ no, ‘Dueling Club’ no- his eyes went back to it and he picked up a pamphlet interested.
“Dueling Club tonight! All are Welcome! ~ Gilderoy Lockhart”
Draco shrugged. He might go… just for laughs.
It was finally time for the Dueling Club. He sauntered through the Great Hall’s doors, a cocky grin on his face as Crabba and Goyle flanked him like bodyguards. A long singular table had been set up where Lockhart was harassing students near him.
He walked up to the stage with his followers, sneering at everyone around him, but in turn just keeping an eye out for you.
He finally spots you at the front, looking uncomfortable from Lockhart asking you question after question. He storms up to Lockhart and interrupts him “Sorry Professor, but me and y/n need to practise” he takes you by the arm and leads you away, before Lockhart could say anything. He signals for crabbe and Goyle to remain behind, wanting to keep this between you and him.
*Your POV*
You glare at him, still hurt from before. He places a hand behind his neck looking awkward
“Look, Y/n” He stares at you, his eyes holding anguish and genuine guilt. “I’m sorry for being a prick just today and back in October. You’re my… closest friend and I couldn’t bear not talking. You mean too much to me.”
You deflate a little, smiling weakly. You had hoped for this, you had barely taken it either.
Words failing you, you took a step forward and hugged him ferociously, catching him off guard. Moments later he hugs you back, blinking through unshed tears, burying his face into your shoulder.
Both of you suffer through the disastrous Dueling Club together. Stifling your laughter at Lockhart and being so shocked when Harry started speaking parseltongue?
Both of you walked back to the common room, being the two of many students whispering about Harry’s ‘gift’.
The rest of the year wore on and it was discovered that even a ghost could be petrified.
The golden trio were constantly giving you looks that confused you. Harry wore a worried face, where Ron was just angry but he looked that way toward every Slytherin nowadays and Hermione? Hermione just looked thoughtful. Which unnerved you the most.
You liked Hermione, - she reminded you a lot of yourself - but she was scary when it came to figuring out something. Which was why you couldn’t help but put your guard up when you passed her in the corridor, looking anywhere but at her.
Which was why it surprised you when both Hermione and a prefect were petrified. Out of all the muggle borns in the school, she wasn’t on your list of ‘likely to be petrified’.
Days went by and you both watched Ron and Harry grow more and more aggravated. They seemed to be lost in painful thought more often than not and (not that you would ever admit this aloud) you hoped they would find the Heir soon and defeat them.
It was two weeks until the end of school and the situation was at a standstill. Everyone was on edge, thinking this was the quiet before the storm. And they weren’t wrong. A week later, the second Writing on the Wall happened, everyone was shocked no matter how many times they had predicted it. Even Draco was shocked “Okay, i'm sure that no slytherins could do that” he had said, wide eyed.
You had spent the next few days anxiously biting your nails, hoping, praying, something would happen. And something did.
It was a late night and you stormed out of the common room, angry at yourself for developing a horrible sleep schedule from the recent turn of events. At that moment you heard a crash and a few angry whispered shouts consisting of “shut the bloody hell up” and unmistakable “sorry”. You bit back a gasp.
It was Ron and Harry.
You shuffled along the corridor and peeked around the corner, hiding once again once you saw what was happening. Dumbledore was escorting a stunned Lockhart while Ron and Harry carried Ginny between them, absolutely filthy.
You peeked your head around the corner once more, watching as Dumbledore looked out straight at you and winked, with his familiar twinkle in his eye.
It was the last feast of the school year and you watched as the Gryffindor was showered in points as Slytherin started up their typical booing. You rubbed your temples, just glad that the whole headache had passed. Draco patted your back with sympathy, thinking you were just mourning over Slytherins loss.
“Come off it y/n, we’ll win next year.” you smile at him, just glad he isn’t too upset. “Yeah i know. We’ll wipe the floor with them.”
You grin at each other before laughing, heading off to finish packing.
You throw your luggage into the compartment above you, huffing in exhaustion. As you swing it, you almost knock out Draco, clipping his shoulder. You couldn’t help but laugh as he fell to the floor and stayed there for a good hour, teasing to no end.
When he finally gets up, he drapes himself over you, plucking the book out of your hands and as payback, made fun of every character he came across.
You groan as the whistle signaling the arrival into Kings Cross Station. You push Draco off your lap and reluctantly grab your luggage (almost knocking him out again for good measure) heading off the train.
You took in the bustling atmosphere and wild crowd, trying to spot your parents. Once you had located them, you turn to Draco who had found his a long time ago but had waited for you.
“So.. until next year Dray..” you say sadly. “Heh. Yeah.” He ran a hand through his hair smiling sweetly. He seemed to make up his mind about something and gave you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, whispering in your ear “I’m gonna miss you.” You smile at him and run off to your parents, waving just as you leave for the muggle world.
If you had only stuck around for a second longer, you might have seen the deep blush that grew across Dracos cheeks.
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