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moans seep out of draco’s dorm bathroom while he fucks into you like it’s nothing
“fuck baby, y’ so tight.” he drawls, slamming into your pussy and pulling out repeatedly against the sink. you moan at the friction he causes as he places his hands on your hips, blocking any room for shaking — pushing you one hard thrust before you let out the most guttural moan straight out of a bluey movie.
“fuck… dray, i’m gonna cum” you moan at the sudden change of pace, “you won’t cum till i tell you to, understand?” the singer strains out in between grunts and thrusts. he manages to look up at the mirror — at your fucked up face. he cups your chin, making you look at the mess he made of you through the mirror.
“d’ya see this — that’s my gorgeous girl being shagged clean by draco mother fucking malfoy.” with ever thrust deep in you, you looked weaker than the last. “who’s the good little girl right in front of me?” you couldn’t answer — the pleasure was too much for you to handle, “say it, y/l/n.” he brought his hand to your tit instead, still watching your reaction through the mirror. “m-me, i’m your good little girl.” breathed out inbetween moans, draco was turned on so bad by you, he could cum right there. and he did. followed by you, both you cummed together through breathless air.
CONTENT : 18+ content, ANGST (sorta), SMUT, unprotected sex, p in v.
SUMMARY : when late night assignments turns into angry fucking..
A/N :: twisted my ankle and i’m mad so y'all receiving my anger too!
“Que cazzo— what the fuck is going through that small head of yours?” Theodore yells, pressuring you into backing up against the wall, hands flying all over the place corresponding with his attempt to show his seriousness.
You stare at him, dumbfounded, almost offended he has the audacity to scream at you like this. Hands placed on his hard chest, immediately trying to push him away yet proving futile.
Your brows tightly knit, feet aggressively tapping on the cold floor. “Of course someone as daft as yourself wouldn’t know.” You bite back, clearly trying to hit every nerve you’re getting on with a cruel punch.
He pauses. His gaze lingering on you for a fraction of a second, almost long enough to reveal the sting he felt from you implying he’s beneath you. Yet the anger immediately returns when you taunt him with that irritating smile of yours.
“It’s already punishing enough I have to deal with you on this assignment. But Merlin, you’re just a nuisance, aren’t you?” He snaps in response, calloused hands grabbing at your shoulders, shaking them once furiously, fingers digging into you.
You wince ever so slightly, finally pushing him away before storming out of the classroom, stomping your way to your common room.
Theo paces behind you, calling out your name as he begins to catch up, already mumbling curses under his breath he’s sure you’ve heard.
By the time you realise where you are, your dorm door shuts behind you. Theo’s essence cloaks over you like an unknown entity. Goosebumps creep up on your skin as the hairs stand up.
You turn around, walking towards him while clenching your hands into fists. “You are the most sufferable person I’ve met. Instead of being an envious, insecure loser, you could try and learn from me for once.” You sneer, hands unclenching yet landing on your hips.
He glares at you for a moment, his demeanour unreadable. “Don’t flatter yourself.” He replies in a low tone, “I am equally capable, if not more.” He states, making his way to your bed before sitting on the edge, the soft mattress dipping beneath him.
A long period of silence fills the atmosphere, almost unbearable. Sounds of the heavy gust and rustling leaves being the only form of sound to be heard.
The persisting floral notes of jasmine cloud Theo’s senses, hints of gooseberry making their entrance as a reminder of who’s room he’s in. It mocks him, criticises him for ending up in your room.
“Who would fuck you unconscious?” you utter, arms crossing as you look away, bitterly avoiding his regard. However, the awkward taps of your finger betray your unconcerned act.
He leers at you, unable to fathom a universe where you have the courage to even stand up to him, let alone call him unfuckable, no, aggravating.
Theo’s hands instantly reach out for you, grabbing onto your waist before pulling you down onto his lap, the contact sending jolts through your body as you squirm.
“Sit here and i’ll show you who’d fuck me.” He confirms, hands running up and down your body, deep blue eyes darkening into yours. Thick brows slowly releasing the tension of them furrowing.
Theo’s lips crash onto yours, like he’s been waiting a lifetime to feel you. Practically needy from the way his nose clashes with yours, tongue only delving further into yours. Moving at a rhythm that leaves you stunned.
He impatiently takes off your robe, revealing your pink-laced bra, his lips slightly curve upwards. Besides being vexing, you had exquisite taste.
You whimper, trying to cover your mouth but being stopped by Theodore’s firm grip. He needed to hear every fucking sound you made to keep him sane, to know he can shut that running mouth of yours even when you babble on about doing better than him at every subject.
He fondles your bare breast, pinching at the nipple as retribution for driving him insane all these years. “Not so talkative now…” he trails off, “i’ll make you feel good, tesoro, don’t worry.” He promises, whispering into your ear, hot breath warming your cold ears.
You ride back and forth on his laps, chasing any sort of friction you can get. You were a virgin, this was only natural of you to do after fantasising about being folded over like a pretzel for ages.
But you hadn’t expected it to be from Theodore Nott, your academic rival. The one guy you could not tolerate in a pool of seemingly more tolerable people.
Your thoughts are interrupted from Theodore’s groans. He commands you to arch doggy style, gaping at the sight of your pretty cunt spread out.
He lines up his blushed tip with your entrance, inserting it in, a low grumble escaping him. god he would need to wash his mouth out with soap after this.
You cry from pain and pleasure, the feeling of your hole being filled with his length only arousing you more. “Nngh— ah fuck, I’m— s’ too much!” Your eyes shut as your wet lashes flutter. Tears trickling down your rosy cheeks.
He chuckles in response, the satisfaction of you crumbling beneath him hardening his rock-hard cock more. He can tell you’re embarrassed, the shameful resistance in your cries makes it clear as day.
He dips his head back, letting himself enjoy being inside of you. “So good for me, principessa…” he whispers to himself, pounding into you rougher each time, reaching your sweet spot and promptly hitting it over and over again, earning deafening moans from you.
A heat puddles in your belly, you can feel yourself about to burst, your hands clutch your freshly washed sheets tighter. The loose strands of hair from your almost undone braid sticking to your forehead as you listen to his grunts and moans.
You finally release, milky digits coating his member as he shoots his own into your hole, mixing itself with yours, filling your hole to the brim. The excess flowing out in a steady line.
He wipes his bud, tucking his length back into his trousers before bringing it all together with his belt. He brings you a glass of water right after, helping you sip the cup.
“I’m not heartless, love. Have something to eat later.” He mutters, still new to the whole aspect of having to be nice to you. He’s trying.
You scoff in return, drinking the water as you sit up, trying to locate your clothes with your blurry eyes as you watch him fall into your bed with a soft ‘oomph’
Your feet raise off the floor as you tuck yourself in next to him, looking at the ceiling as you process what just happened. You had fucked Theodore Nott, and surprisingly, you didn’t regret any moment. In fact, you wouldn’t mind redoing so, and he seems to be sharing the same sentiment from the way he’s tracing your jawline.
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Summary:
You and Hermione start a silly “Hear Me Out Cake” game in the Great Hall, confessing ridiculous crushes. Soon, every girl joins in, while the boys secretly eavesdrop and lose their minds.
Warning:
⚠️ Contains uncontrollable laughter, chaotic confessions, dramatic boys, and the possible emotional scarring of certain Slytherins. Read at your own risk.
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It all started on one particularly dreary Saturday morning in the Great Hall. Rain lashed against the enchanted ceiling, thunder grumbled in the distance, and Hermione Granger had just slammed her Arithmancy book shut with a noise that made the Ravenclaws twitch.
“I’m bored,” she announced, scandalously. Hermione. Bored. That alone was headline-worthy.
You looked up from your plate of toast and gave her a sly grin. “Well, we could… create a game.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes. “A game that’s not completely ridiculous?”
“No promises,” you said, leaning in conspiratorially. “How about… a Hear Me Out Cake?”
Hermione tilted her head. “I’m listening…”
“We bake a cake,” you explained, “and each slice comes with a confession—like who you have a crush on and the most diabolically unhinged reason why. Nothing serious. Pure chaos.”
For a moment, you thought Hermione would lecture you about dignity and the sanctity of baked goods. But to your astonishment, her lips curved into a slow grin. “Fine. But if we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly. With frosting.”
The two of you commandeered a table at the end of the Gryffindor section. Someone (probably you) dragged in a mixing bowl from the kitchens, and Hermione scribbled rules on a scrap of parchment. A few curious heads turned.
“What are you two doing?” Ginny Weasley asked, plopping herself down.
“Creating a cake that will alter the very fabric of Hogwarts history,” you said grandly.
Ginny blinked. “So… pudding with extra steps?”
“Basically,” Hermione admitted.
Of course, once Ginny sat down, Luna drifted over, humming about wrackspurts being attracted to butter. Soon after, Parvati and Lavender joined, giggling in that we-know-trouble-is-coming way. Before long, you had a full coven of conspirators.
The rules were simple:
Take a slice.
Confess your crush.
Add the most deranged reason why.
Hermione, being Hermione, volunteered to go first. She cleared her throat primly.
“Fine. Hear me out: Viktor Krum.”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “Predictable.”
“Wait for it,” Hermione said, adjusting her prefect badge. “Because he has the stamina of an international Quidditch player. And—” she smirked, “—he never interrupts me when I’m reading.”
The table exploded into shrieks and laughter. Across the hall, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and half the Gryffindor boys froze mid-bite, eyes narrowing like guard dogs who’d just heard the word intruder.
You took your slice next, grinning like the menace you were. “Alright, hear me out: Draco Malfoy.”
Every girl gasped. Even Hermione’s eyebrows shot up.
“Yes, him,” you continued, ignoring Ginny’s scandalized squeak. “Because he has hair shinier than a unicorn’s backside, and I’m convinced if I stared long enough, I could use it as a mirror during exams.”
Lavender fell off her bench laughing. Unfortunately, at the Slytherin table, Draco himself had choked on his pumpkin juice, while his cronies thumped his back.
“WHAT ARE YOU ALL CACKLING ABOUT?” Draco demanded. Nobody answered.
Soon, it snowballed. Pansy declared her crush on Blaise Zabini “because he looks like he could financially ruin me and I’d say thank you.”
Parvati picked Cedric Diggory “because his jawline could probably cut cheese.”
Luna picked Neville, loudly, “because he’s the only one who’d actually water my plants and not kill them.”
By then, it wasn’t just Gryffindor girls anymore. Ravenclaw girls sidled over, then Hufflepuffs, until half the female population of Hogwarts was gathered around the “Hear Me Out Cake.”
And the boys? Oh, the boys were a mess.
Every few seconds, one of them would attempt subtle eavesdropping. Ron was leaning so far back in his chair he nearly toppled over. Harry pretended to tie his shoelace for ten minutes straight under your table. Over at Slytherin, Theodore Nott was practically crawling across the floor to hear better.
Each new confession made the boys bristle. When Cho dreamily announced she fancied Harry “because his hair looks like it’s in constant communication with the moon tides”, Harry went pink down to his collar. When a Hufflepuff girl admitted she liked Ron “because he’s tall enough to reach the snacks on the top shelf”, Ron sat bolt upright, trying and failing to look casual.
And when a Ravenclaw declared her crush on George Weasley “because I’m convinced he’d help me rob Gringotts for fun”, Fred and George nearly launched themselves across the table to confirm which twin she meant.
By this point, the “game” had become a full-blown schoolwide event. The cake was gone, but confessions kept coming, echoing through the Great Hall. Boys muttered darkly, girls cackled wildly, and the professors had long since given up on restoring order.
At one point, Draco stalked over, pale and furious. “WHO said they fancied me for my HAIR?” he demanded, glaring at every girl in a ten-foot radius.
You raised your hand serenely. “That would be me. Don’t worry, Malfoy, I only want to use it as an exam accessory.”
The look on his face was worth every detention Snape would eventually give you.
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a/n : ⚞ this was js a funny drabble I had planned out , like umm help guys our geo viva is going on and like instead of revising im writting this , whish me luck my turn's about to come ⚟
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
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (coming soon)
The train hissed to a stop at Hogsmeade Station, and you tumbled out with your trunk, eyes wide with wonder. Everything about Hogwarts was impossibly grand—the castle glittering against the night sky like something out of a fairy tale. You made your way into the castle alongside other first-years, heart hammering with excitement and nerves.
The Sorting Hat was decisive about you. "HUFFLEPUFF!" it declared, and relief flooded through you. You ran to your table, bouncing in your seat, ready to make friends with everyone around you. That's where you were when you first saw him.
He came in with swagger, chin tilted up with the kind of arrogance that only came from pure-blood privilege. Platinum blonde hair, sharp features, an expression that suggested everyone else was beneath him. When his name was called—"Malfoy, Draco!"—he walked to the stool like he was walking to a throne. The Sorting Hat barely touched his head before shouting "SLYTHERIN!"
You promptly forgot about him. Hufflepuff was where you belonged. You had no reason to think about some arrogant blonde Slytherin.
You were very, very wrong about that.
The first real encounter came during your second week, in a corridor near the dungeons. You'd gotten hopelessly lost trying to find the library, taking turn after turn in the twisting hallways, when you heard voices ahead—harsh, threatening voices. Your Hufflepuff courage made you curious despite your better judgment, and you crept forward to investigate.
Two older Slytherin boys had cornered a younger student against the wall, demanding his lunch money. The boy was trembling, clearly terrified, clearly outnumbered. Without thinking about the consequences, you stepped out from behind the corner.
"Leave him alone," you said, your voice steadier than you felt.
The older boys turned to look at you with expressions of amusement and contempt. "A Hufflepuff," one of them sneered. "How noble. How utterly pathetic."
They were moving toward you—and you realized with a spike of panic that you'd made a terrible mistake—when a voice cut through the corridor like ice.
"That's enough."
Draco Malfoy stepped out from the shadows you hadn't even realized he was standing in, his expression glacial, his tone absolute. There was something in the way he carried himself that made even older students listen. The two boys exchanged looks and slunk away, muttering apologies that sounded more like curses.
When they were gone, Draco turned to you and the shorter student. His expression was completely unreadable, his grey eyes cold and assessing.
"Are you hurt?" he asked the boy, who shook his head frantically and scurried away without another word.
Then he turned those cold grey eyes on you, and a cruel smile played at the corners of his mouth.
"That was incredibly stupid," he said flatly, his tone dripping with disdain. "You could have gotten yourself seriously hurt, playing the hero. How very Hufflepuff of you."
"But I didn't," you replied, trying to sound braver than you felt, irritated by the mockery in his voice. "And neither did he. So I'd say it worked out."
"How fortunate for you," he said, tilting his head slightly as he studied you with an expression of mild amusement. "Most Hufflepuffs lack the basic sense to avoid situations like that. Clearly, you're not quite as hopelessly stupid as your house usually is."
It was a compliment wrapped in an insult, delivered with such casual cruelty that you weren't sure whether to be offended or amused.
"I'm so pleased I could exceed your extraordinarily low expectations," you replied sarcastically.
Something flickered across his face—surprise, maybe, or perhaps grudging respect—but it was quickly replaced by that cold, detached expression. He studied you for another long moment, his lips curving in that cruel little smile.
"I don't associate with Hufflepuffs," he said simply, his voice dripping with contempt. "I certainly don't have friends. So I suggest you find your way to the library—it's three corridors to the left—and forget this ever happened."
You should have left it at that. You should have nodded and walked away and never spoken to him again. But something in his tone, in the way he'd helped that student despite his claims of not caring, in the contrast between his actions and his words, made you bold.
"Too bad," you said, straightening your shoulders and meeting his gaze directly. "You're stuck with me."
"Excuse me?" His voice was sharp, dangerous. "Did you truly just suggest that we'll be spending time together? How absolutely delusional."
"You helped that boy," you pressed on, ignoring his cutting remark. "You stepped in when no one else did, even though you claim you don't care about anyone. That means you do care, no matter what you say. And I'm not the kind of person who forgets when someone does something decent. So yes, you're stuck with me."
He stared at you with an expression of cold amusement, like you were the most amusing thing he'd seen all week.
"You're mad," he said finally, and there was something almost playful in his tone now, though his smile was still sharp enough to draw blood. "Completely mad. And naïve beyond belief if you think I care one bit about your gratitude."
"Probably," you agreed, holding his gaze. "But I'm also right."
For a moment, his expression darkened. His hand moved toward his wand, and you genuinely thought he might curse you. But then he withdrew his hand, and instead of hexing you, he laughed—a cold, cutting sound that somehow didn't match the slight tilt of his lips.
"Fine," he said with a dismissive wave. "If you're determined to be insufferable, I suppose there's nothing I can do to stop you. But don't expect me to pretend to enjoy your company. I certainly won't be warm or welcoming or any of those tedious things Hufflepuffs seem to value."
"I wouldn't expect anything less," you said, and you meant it.
He turned to leave, then paused and glanced back at you over his shoulder, his expression mocking.
"And stay out of trouble, Hufflepuff. I won't always be there to save you from your own stupidity."
But as he walked away down the corridor, you could have sworn you heard the ghost of a smile in his voice, and you found yourself smiling despite everything. He was cold and cruel and infuriatingly arrogant, but he'd helped that boy anyway. And somehow, despite his best efforts to be awful, you found yourself curious about him.
You were partly correct about that being a terrible idea.
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It took until second year for your paths to cross in a meaningful way. Professor Snape, in one of his typical petty moments, had decided to pair Gryffindors and Slytherins for their potion practicum. It was clearly meant to create chaos, and it succeeded—except for one pairing.
You had been paired with Malfoy.
"I suppose this is the part where you lecture me about the power of friendship," he drawled as you set up your station, his tone dripping with disdain.
"No," you replied, reading the instructions carefully. "This is the part where we make this potion without burning the classroom down or killing anyone. Can you manage that, or should I do all the work myself?"
He bristled at the challenge in your tone. "I'm excellent at potions."
"Then prove it. Cut the kneazle scales into even strips—not too thick, not too thin. And don't let them touch the heat yet."
What followed was the first real conversation you'd ever had with Draco Malfoy that wasn't tinged with hostility. He did the work correctly, actually listened to your instructions, and you found yourself actually... laughing. At his commentary. At his dry observations about Snape's ridiculous favoritism.
"He literally just gave Crabbe a 'Satisfactory' for a potion that looks like swamp water," Draco said, lip curling.
"Probably because Crabbe is swamp water," you replied, and you could have sworn you saw Draco almost smile.
Your potion turned out perfect. When Snape came by to inspect it, his black eyes narrowed with something that might have been suspicion.
But you both knew the truth. It had been a real collaboration.
"Same time next year?" Draco asked as you cleaned up, his tone carefully casual, though there was something hopeful in his eyes.
You looked at him—really looked at him—and saw past the arrogance to the sharp intelligence beneath. To the boy who'd been cruel, yes, but who was also capable of being decent when no one was watching.
"Yeah," you said. "Same time next year."
What started in the potions room grew into something neither of you could name. Late-night library sessions became your refuge. You'd appear with your books, and he'd already be there, tucked into the hidden place behind the astronomy section. Sometimes you studied in silence. Sometimes you talked for hours.
But even when you talked, he maintained that cold exterior. He'd make cutting remarks about your work, about Hufflepuffs in general, about your appearance or your pronunciation or your theories. And yet, there was something in the way he delivered these insults—a sharpness that somehow felt almost affectionate, like the teasing was his way of keeping you at arm's length while simultaneously refusing to let you go.
"Your transfiguration essay is adequate," he'd say, glancing at your work with those cold grey eyes. "For a Hufflepuff, I suppose it's almost impressive. Though that paragraph is embarrassingly simple."
"Well, thank you," you'd reply dryly. "Your warmth is as comforting as always."
"I'm not here to be warm," he'd say, his lips curving in that cruel smile. "Warmth is for people who care what others think of them."
And somehow, despite the cutting nature of his comments, you found yourself looking forward to them. Because underneath the cruelty was attention. He was reading your essays. He was noticing your work. He was, in his own cold way, engaging with you.
"Why do you care?" you asked him once, during your third year, when the castle had grown quiet and safe. You were in your favorite alcove, surrounded by shelves that seemed to understand your need for privacy, hidden away from the prying eyes of the school. "About anything. You act like the world is beneath you."
Draco looked up from his book on defensive spells, his pale fingers tracing the text thoughtfully. His expression was unguarded in a way you'd rarely seen, vulnerable in a way he never allowed in public.
"Because underneath the arrogance, I'm lonely," he said quietly, the words seeming to cost him something.
Your chest squeezed at the raw honesty of it. "You don't have to be. Not here. Not with me."
He stared at you for a long moment, and then he smiled. Not the cold, mocking smile he wore in public. It was something genuine and soft. Something that made him look almost young, freed from the weight of his name.
"I know."
From that moment on, you were something neither of you had names for. Not quite friends—what you had felt deeper than friendship, a connection that transcended the divide between houses and blood status. But you were too young, too scared of consequences, too uncertain about what it meant, to acknowledge it openly. You were each other's secret, a refuge neither of you had known you needed.
Draco still teased you relentlessly. He still made cutting remarks about Hufflepuffs, about your ideas, about the way you said certain words. But there was something different in the tone now. The cruelty had softened into something playful, though he'd never admit it. He'd mock you for getting the potion ingredients wrong, and then he'd show you the correct way. He'd make fun of your pronunciation, and then he'd help you practice until you got it right. He'd call you stupid, and then he'd patiently explain the concept until you understood.
It was a strange way of showing affection—through insults and teasing and a coldness that somehow felt like the opposite of distant. But it was his way, and you'd learned to translate it. His mockery was his love language, delivered in that sharp, cutting tone that made your heart race despite yourself.
By fourth year, the library and the Room of Requirement had become your sanctuary. You existed in the shadows, aware that people were starting to notice. Hannah had warned you that Slytherins were making crude jokes, that Draco's family would never approve, that a Hufflepuff wasn't a suitable match for a Malfoy. You told Hannah you didn't care. You lied.
When you mentioned it to Draco one evening in the Room of Requirement, lounging together in comfortable silence, he stood and pulled you close.
"I don't care what they think," he said, and the certainty in his voice made you believe it. "I want you here. You make everything clearer."
There was something in his eyes—something that transcended friendship, something neither of you was ready to name.
Jealousy was seen on your face. You were in Hogsmeade when you saw him with Astoria Greengrass, leaning close, laughing at something she'd said. Her hand was on his arm. Your stomach dropped. Had what you shared meant nothing?
When you met him that night in the Room of Requirement, you were cold. "I saw you with Astoria."
"There's nothing between us," he said immediately, stepping closer. "You know there's no one but you."
He kissed you then, slowly and deeply, and you felt your doubts crumble. What you didn't know was that he'd been groomed for a betrothal, that every moment with Astoria was orchestrated by his father, that he hated every second of it. That was unexpected. You were left with your face red as a tomato, as you catch your breath.
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The summer before fifth year changed everything. When Draco returned to school in September, there was something haunted in his eyes. He found you immediately, desperate with urgency.
"I can't do this anymore. The kiss we had, I can’t stop thinking about your lips felt against mine," he said in the Room of Requirement, pacing before the fireplace. "I can't keep pretending. I love you. I think I've loved you since you stood up to me in first year."
He crossed the room and took your face in his hands, his grey eyes searching yours.
"I'm done pretending," he whispered.
"I love you too," you said, tears streaming down your face. "I have for so long."
He kissed you then—desperate, hungry, full of four years of restraint. When you pulled apart, you were trembling.
So you became lovers in secret. The Room of Requirement became your sanctuary, a place where the world couldn't touch you, where you could exist outside the rules that governed Hogwarts' careful hierarchies. He'd pull you into his arms before the door even closed properly, kiss you like he was starved for it, murmur your name like a prayer. "I've missed you," he'd whisper, even though you'd seen each other at breakfast just hours before. "It's torture, sitting across from you in that hall, watching you, not being able to touch you."
You spent hours talking about futures you dreamed of building together, sharing pieces of yourselves you'd never shown anyone else. He'd hold you close and speak about things that frightened him—his father's expectations, the weight of his name, the darkness he could feel creeping closer, things he could never tell anyone else. His voice would get quiet when he talked about it, and you'd just listen, asking no questions, offering only your presence and your love.
"With you," you'd tell him. "I want to do it all with you. Travel, read books in foreign libraries, have quiet mornings where we don't have to hide. I want forever with you."
He'd go very still at those words, his entire body tense, and then he'd kiss you desperately, fiercely, like he was afraid you might disappear, like he was trying to imprint the feel of you on his memory for safekeeping.
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As spring approached, something shifted. When Draco returned from Easter break, he was different. Quieter. His touches were more desperate, less confident. When you asked what was wrong, he'd say nothing, but his eyes wouldn't meet yours.
"Draco, talk to me," you pleaded one evening. "You're scaring me."
"My father knows," he said finally, his voice hollow. "He knows I'm... involved with someone. He doesn't know it's you yet, but he suspects."
Your blood went cold. "What did he say?"
"That pure-blood lines are important. That any indiscretions would be dealt with accordingly." Draco's hands clenched into fists. "I don't know what my father is capable of."
You wrapped your arms around him from behind, pressing your face to his back. "We'll figure it out. We can—"
"Can we?" He turned to face you, and his expression was raw. "My parents have started talks with other families. My future is being decided, and there's nothing I can do to stop it."
But the deterioration accelerated. Draco became withdrawn in public. If you sat near him in the library, he'd pack up and leave. If you tried to catch his eye in the Great Hall, he'd look right through you.
You were sitting with Hannah in the library when Draco walked past with Crabbe and Goyle, and his expression morphed into contempt.
"Still bothering the shelves?" he called out, loud enough that several people looked up. "One would think even a Hufflepuff would figure out that the library is for people with actual intelligence."
Your face flushed hot with embarrassment. Around you, you felt the weight of other students' attention. Crabbe and Goyle laughed as Draco moved on, as if you weren't even worth his time.
That night, you found him in the Room of Requirement. He looked miserable—like he hadn't slept in days, like something inside him was dying.
"Why did you do that?" you asked, your voice shaking with hurt and anger. "Why would you say those things? Why would you humiliate me like that?"
"Because I have to," he said, and his voice was barely above a whisper. He wouldn't look at you, couldn't look at you. "We have to stop. This... what we've been doing. It has to end."
"No." You shook your head violently. "No, I won't accept that. We can figure this out. We can—"
"We can't." He finally looked at you, and his eyes were red-rimmed, desperate, devastated. But when he spoke, his tone was sharp, cutting, defensive. "Don't be naive. This was always going to happen. You must have known this couldn't last. A Malfoy with a Hufflepuff? How absurdly pathetic."
"Don't do that," you said, understanding what he was doing but hating it anyway. "Don't push me away with cruelty. Not now. Not after everything."
"I'm not pushing you away," he said coldly, though his hands were shaking. "I'm being honest. I was always going to get bored. Your house is so tediously predictable, and frankly, you're proving to be no exception."
The words cut like glass, even though you could see the lie of them in his eyes.
"Draco—"
"Don't." His voice was sharp, icy. "This is impossible. My father is already suspicious. If he finds out it's you—if he realizes a Hufflepuff has somehow managed to distract me from everything I'm supposed to be—"
"Then we'll be careful. We'll hide it better."
"It doesn't matter how careful we are." His voice cracked, and the cold façade slipped just enough for you to see the desperation underneath. "It ends the same way. And I won't let you be there when it does."
"When what does? Draco, talk to me. What's happening?"
He turned away from you, his hands gripping the edge of the fireplace mantle so hard his knuckles turned white. When he spoke, his voice was hollow, like he was speaking from very far away.
"My family has plans for me. Plans that don't include a Hufflepuff. Plans that don't include... this." He gestured between you, at the space that had held so much love, so much hope. "And the closer you stay to me, the more danger you're in. From my father. From my family. From everything that's coming."
"I don't care about the danger," you said, moving toward him. "I care about you."
"That's exactly why I'm doing this." He finally turned to face you, and the pain in his expression was so raw it nearly broke you. His eyes were devastated, but when he spoke, his tone was still edged with that cruel sharpness. "Because I love you. So much that it terrifies me. So much that I can't let you stay."
"I love you," he repeated, and now the tears were falling freely down his cheeks, completely undoing the carefully constructed wall of coldness he'd been trying to maintain. "God, I love you more than anything. But I have to let you go. I have to make you hate me, because if you hate me, if you believe that I don't care, then maybe you'll stay away. Maybe you'll protect yourself by hating me."
"I could never hate you," you whispered.
"You will," he said with terrible certainty. "Tomorrow, when I'm cruel in front of everyone, when I make it clear that you meant nothing to me—you'll hate me. And maybe that will be enough to save you."
"From what? What's happening, Draco? Please, just tell me."
He shook his head. "The less you know, the safer you are. That's what I have to believe."
He stepped toward you then, and he pulled you into his arms so tightly it hurt. He buried his face in your hair, breathing you in like he was trying to memorize you, like he was saying goodbye to something he'd never be able to have again.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry for all of this. For dragging you into my life. For letting this happen. For not being strong enough to end it before it went this far."
"Don't apologize," you said, your own tears falling now. "Please, Draco. If you love me, don't apologize."
"Then know this," he said, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. "Know that whatever happens, whatever I do, whatever I say—I love you. I will always love you. But I can't let you be with me when everything falls apart. So I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to say terrible things. I'm going to make you believe that this was all a mistake. And you have to let me do that. You have to believe it, for your own sake."
"Draco—"
"Promise me," he said urgently. "Promise me that when I'm cruel, when I make a show of rejecting you, you'll let yourself believe it. You'll hate me. You'll move on. You'll save yourself."
You couldn't promise that. You couldn't make that promise. But you nodded anyway, because he needed you to, because the desperation in his voice was breaking what was left of your heart.
He kissed you then, and it was different from every other kiss you'd shared. It was hungry and desperate and final. It tasted like goodbye. It tasted like love and loss and a future that would never exist.
When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.
"I'll always love you," he whispered. "Even when I'm pretending I don't. Even when the whole world believes I've moved on. Even when years pass and we become strangers. I will always, always love you."
And then he was gone.
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Two weeks before the end of term, you cornered him in an empty corridor, desperate to understand, desperate to fix whatever was broken. "We need to talk."
He pulled you into an unused classroom, and you could see he'd been dreading this, could see it written all over his face.
"This ends," he said without preamble. "Tomorrow. Publicly. Completely."
"No," you said immediately, firmly. "I won't let you do this."
"You don't have a choice. Neither do I."
"Then explain it to me. Help me understand."
But he couldn't. Or he wouldn't. His lips stayed sealed, his expression stayed closed off. He would only repeat the same things: that it had to end, that he had to push you away, that when he hurt you tomorrow, you needed to let him.
You didn't understand. Not yet. You still thought this was something you could fight, something you could overcome together.
"We need to talk about Draco Malfoy," your mother said as soon as you were back at the house.
Your stomach plummeted.
"He's a good friend—"
"He's not a friend, and you know it. People have been talking. They've seen the way you look at him."
"What did they see?" you asked desperately.
Your father set down his tea. "That his family is involved in dangerous things. Dark things. And that he's being groomed for a very different future than the one you deserve."
Then came the words that changed everything. "We're moving you to Beauxbatons Academy. You'll finish your education there. It's already been decided."
"No. I won't go."
"Yes, you will," your father said. "And you won't tell Draco Malfoy. You won't give him the chance to convince you to stay or to follow you."
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The next day at breakfast, Draco stood up at the Slytherin table and made sure everyone could hear him as he spoke to Crabbe and Goyle.
"You know that Hufflepuff I was wasting time with? Pathetic, really. I don't know what I was thinking. She's far too beneath me. I was getting boring anyway. Did you see the desperate way she looked at me?"
The Great Hall fell silent. Everyone was staring—at him, at you, at the terrible distance between you.
You kept your face perfectly still, but inside, you were shattering into a thousand pieces. You didn't understand. That wasn't the boy who'd told you he loved you. That wasn't the boy who'd held you like you were precious, who'd whispered promises into your hair. That was a stranger wearing his face, saying words that cut deeper than any curse ever could.
He wouldn't look at you. Even as he was destroying you, he kept his eyes turned away, and somehow that was worse than if he'd looked at you with hatred. The refusal to meet your gaze felt like the real cruelty.
That evening, you found Hannah, Susan, and your other closest friends. Your entire body was numb, your heart too broken to even properly grieve. "I need to tell you something," you whispered, and they gathered around you.
"I'm leaving," you said. "After the year ends. My parents are transferring me to Beauxbatons."
"Why?" Hannah asked, shocked, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it anyway.
"Because of Draco. My parents found out. They said his family is dangerous. They said I'm in danger."
Your friends surrounded you, letting you cry, comforting you as best they could, though there was nothing that could comfort this kind of pain.
"Don't tell him," you begged them, your voice breaking. "Please. I can't... if he knows, if he tries to convince me to stay, or if he asks me to forgive him—I don't have the strength. I'm already shattered. If I have to face him again, if I have to say goodbye..." You trailed off, unable to finish. "Please. Don't tell him until after I'm gone."
Your friends reluctantly agreed, their faces sad and understanding. What you didn't know was that one of them—a well-meaning Hufflepuff who thought Draco deserved to know—would eventually break down and tell him. What you didn't know was that your silence would hurt him more than any cruelty ever could.
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Draco spent the summer waiting. He waited for you to return to Hogwarts. He waited by the platform at King's Cross. He waited through September, expecting you to appear at any moment.
It wasn't until September 15th that Hannah approached him, looking guilty and nervous.
"She's gone," Hannah said simply.
"Gone where?"
"Beauxbatons. Her parents transferred her."
Draco felt like he couldn't breathe.
"When did she leave?"
"After the last day of school. Draco, she didn't want me to tell you. She said—"
But he wasn't listening anymore. He walked away, leaving Hannah mid-sentence, and locked himself in his dormitory.
She was gone. She had left without saying goodbye. Without even telling him. After everything they'd shared, every promise, every moment in the Room of Requirement where he'd laid his heart bare—she had left him.
He didn't know that she'd wanted to tell him.
He didn't know that she'd begged her friends not to tell him.
He didn't know that she'd cried herself to sleep every night, wishing she was brave enough to defy her parents, to stay, to fight for him.
All he knew was that she was gone, and she hadn't even said goodbye.
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The Hogwarts Express pulled away from Hogsmeade Station, and you watched England disappear through the window. In another part of the school, Draco sat alone in the Room of Requirement, staring at the couch where you'd held his hand for the last time. The room, sensing his pain, filled itself with flowers—the ones you'd mentioned once that you liked.
They were beautiful, and they were useless.
You were gone. And he didn't understand why.
A/n: sooo how was it? I instantly publish it after I just finish writing so…not proofread :)
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:)
Explicit content, female and male orgasms, a little obscene. Enjoy!
The Slytherin common room was almost empty. The fire crackled softly, casting shadows on the green walls.
Theodore sat on the sofa, impeccably dressed as always. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned. His gaze was cold.
Until you walked in.
His eyes darkened slightly.
"You took your time," he said without getting up.
"I didn't know I was supposed to report to you."
He smirked. That dangerous smile that never boded well.
"When you flirt in front of me, it does."
Your pulse quickened.
"Jealous?"
He didn't answer. He stood slowly and walked toward you with that calmness that was always worse than a shout.
"Don't play games with me," he murmured.
"What if I want to?"
He held your gaze. Without blinking.
Suddenly, his hand gripped your waist. Firm. Not rough, but impossible to ignore. He pulled you close until there was barely any space between you.
“You like to tease me,” he said close to your ear.
His voice was low. Warm. Dangerous.
“Maybe I like to see how far you’ll go.”
His breathing changed.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
Your hands moved up his chest, slowly, feeling his self-control tighten beneath your fingers. He didn’t stop you.
That was what disarmed you most about Theodore: he never acted without thinking.
“Look at me,” he ordered gently.
You did.
There was desire in his eyes. But also something deeper. Something possessive.
“If I touch you now,” he said, “it won’t be half-hearted.”
Your heart pounded against your ribs.
“Then don’t do it half-heartedly.”
It was like snapping an invisible thread.
He gently pushed you down onto the sofa and kissed you. It wasn’t sweet. It was intense. As if he'd been holding back for too long. His hands moved firmly down your back, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss until you were breathless.
Your mind was clouded. You only felt his heat, the pressure of his body against yours, the way his fingers gripped as if marking territory.
Theo pulled you toward his bedroom, a room you knew by heart, with its dark aura that drew you in so completely. His clothes vanished from above you, his uniforms scattered on the floor.
When he entered, it was slow but relentless, the stretching burning, overwhelming, as he filled you inch by inch, agonizing. You tensed, a sharp gasp escaping you as your body struggled to adjust to his size, your cunt tightening around him, trying to accommodate the intrusion. "Fuck," you moaned, your voice trembling, your legs shaking as you arched beneath him, half pain, half pleasure. "Theo, you're… fuck, you're too big."
His hands gripped your hips tighter as he let out a guttural groan. "Relax," he growled, but his voice was softer than before, a rare hint of concern breaking his hold. "You're taking me so well, just… fuck, just breathe." He leaned in, biting your neck, his teeth so sharp they stung, grounding you as you gasped, your body slowly adjusting, the burning giving way to a deep, throbbing fullness that made your head spin.
When he started moving again, pushing deeper, you thought you'd shatter, the stretch so intense it stole your breath. But then he hit bottom, his hips pressed against yours, his cock filling you so completely you could feel it everywhere, deep, throbbing, demanding.
He thrust into you harder, the headboard slamming against the wall, the head of his cock sliding swiftly into that perfect, soft spot inside you, his fingers digging into your hips so deep you'd feel the bruises for days. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.
He was falling apart, his thrusts erratic, his breathing ragged, after your pleasure arrived your body trembling against his, dripping down your thighs, soaking the sheets. He followed immediately, with a rough, guttural groan, his penis twisting as he came inside you, his thrusts careless and desperate as he reveled in the pleasure. His body shuddered, collapsing against you, his hot, ragged breath against your neck.
When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.
"You're a problem," he whispered.
"And you?"
"I'm the one who loses control with you."
His hand slowly moved up to your jaw, tilting your face toward him.
"And that bothers me… because I like it too much."
The silence between you was intense.
The fire crackled behind you. The room was empty. And everything seemed reduced to ragged breaths and glances that promised too much.
"Tell me to stop," he murmured.
You didn't.
And that was enough.
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pairing: draco malfoy x slytherin!reader word count: 4.3k content warning: so much angst, argument, reader lowk goes a bit crazy on him, lucius being a bitch as always, crying, isolation, Astoria is lowk a bitch here, sorry to my Astoria people. summary: after one particular summer of silence, you return to Hogwarts only to see that Draco has taken a liking to another girl.
a/n: if you know me, you know I love angst so enjoy hehe, also sort of a happy ending yay. also ron is SUCH a sweetheart in this, i love him
The silence was beginning to kill you as you stared out the rainy window of the Slytherin common room, but you didn't know which was worse, the silence of Hogwarts or the invisible string slowly snapping between you and Draco.
School had started back up again and you, alongside the whole student population, had arrived the day before. Luckily, it was still the weekend, which meant classes wouldn't start for another day, leaving you to ponder some more. Your eyes watched as the water trickled down the glass pane, your body overtaken by a heavy weight as you pulled your knees to your chest.
You loved it here, Hogwarts was a home to you and many else, but it wasn't just the school that made it a home, it was the people. People like Draco. He'd brighten your day just by sending a corny note fluttering over your desk, or offering to hold your hand as you stepped over the crumbling stone steps outside the castle while he held your heavy books in his free arm.
You had been close for years, ever since you could babble his name and throw toys at his head. It hadn’t been until fourth year where your feelings for each other began to shift. You didn’t see one another as just ‘friends.’ It turned into something more, something new. A feeling that warmed your cold skin and soothed your aching thoughts. You were beginning to like him, and he shared the same energy.
It started with him surprising you with chocolate frogs or other delicious treats he somehow managed to snatch from the trolley and sneak into his pockets. Then, you two started sneaking out to the astronomy tower, as you always did, but this time you lay next to each other, hands entwined as you stared up at the glistening stars. Draco pointed to the constellation up above, the small triangular hook led by a twisting cluster of stars. “It’s you!” You joked, your left eye shut as you wobbled your pointy finger towards the stars. He laughed, looking over at you with all his pearly whites.
“And over there, is you.” He responded back after a few moments. You had your own constellation in the night sky, and as funny as it was, it was so closely placed near Draco’s.
“I guess we’re written in the stars.” You smiled, hand laying down at your side while the other was placed on your stomach. The soft and crisp fall air nipped at your skin, causing you to shudder under the wrath of the incoming winter. “I guess we are.” Draco turned over, resting his elbow on the Astronomy tower floor and looking over at your eyes. In his, you twinkled. You shined, like a mirrorball in a crowded room, like a diamond glistening in a dark cave. To him, you were the only person in the world. His breath fanned your face, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your mouth, yours doing the same as he leaned in closer.
Softly. Gently. Tenderly, his lips brushed yours. In the dead of night, he kissed you like you were the warm sun and he was the coldest of ice.
You moved against him, the kiss soft but passionate. Your hands reached up to the side of his face, the other entangled in his hair. His fingers found your waist, padding gently against your soft cotton shirt. “Draco.” You murmured.
That was the first time you had ever kissed Draco Malfoy, or more like the first time he ever kissed you. But it wouldn’t be the last.
From that day forward, you two snuck around like misplaced children trying to steal a pastry from the kitchen. You kissed under dim lit corridors and in the small tents after his Quidditch matches. He latched his hand in yours through the hallways, placed enchanted notes in your notebook. Draco showered you in gifts, bathed you in warm kisses and the tightest of hugs.
That was until, the summer came. Fifth year had just finished, and you were soon rising into Sixth alongside Draco. As always, you spent your summer’s together in the sun or parading around the city streets of Paris while your families vacationed nearby.
This summer was silent. No trips, no gifts, no seeing eachother. But most importantly, no sun. It had been cloudy all season, no glimpse of sunshine, just the sharp humidity and thunderstorms pounding outside your bedroom window. You wrote to Draco first on June 7th, 1996.
Dear Draco,
I know classes just finished, but let’s figure out a day to see each other, father says he misses you ( he probably missed you more than me :) i love you.
— y/n ♡
This was only the first of many to come. You waited a week. No response. You figured he was busy wherever he was, like on a family holiday or shopping for the upcoming year, even if summer break had just begun. Two weeks, nothing.
Dear Draco,
hii, just wondering if you received my letter, i know my owl can misplace the letters sometimes. i miss you, let me know how the start of summer has been! tell Mrs. Malfoy I say hello :)
with love, y/n
You sent the second one Saturday, June 22nd, 1996.
July 1st, 1996. You sat on your bed, hopelessly staring off into your window as the bleeding colors pf the sun reflected onto your bedroom walls, you wondered if you were ever going to get a response. This was unlike Draco. Normally, he’d have a letter placed in your delicate hand by the hour, pleading with his owl to speed past the various acres of land to your room.
You waited and waited and waited.
By late July you gave up. Those letters were never coming. Draco practically ghosted you for a reason you were unsure of. Your heart thumped against your chest, begging to explode against your ribcage. You spent your days wandering your family gardens, picking at flowers and tossing the petals into the fountains. At night you stared at the ceiling, watching as the moonshine sat perched on your walls, small shadows dancing across your face. You couldn’t sleep, your body forbid you, and if you did, glistening tears fell from your eyes as you held onto his sweater and clutched it close to your nose, trying your hardest to whiff up the scent you dearly missed.
August had rolled around, your mother and father asked about him. Him. You couldn’t even bear to say his name anymore. To you, he was a ghost, a fragment of your past. Perhaps it was time to grow up, to leave silly childhood relationships in the past and grow past them. You felt the weight slowly lift from your shoulders, the difference was small at first, like something you wouldn’t notice for a few weeks, but surely, it got easier. You no longer paced the gardens, but you hung out with friends. You quietly dismissed their questions about him, saying that he was most likely busy with summer assignments and upcoming tests.
The only way you could breathe was if you lied to yourself.
You felt trapped, like you were trapped in a box with moving walls slowly crushing you to death. You suffered in silence, softly wishing for the summer to end so you could return to Hogwarts.
Luckily, it came in a flash. You sat in the common room and stared out the window for ages. You hadn’t seen Draco yet, and perhaps he was cowering away from you, hiding in a shadowy corner in the common room. You tried to make it seem like you were okay, even if you could crumble if someone lay a cold finger on your scorching skin.
It burned more than you thought it would. August was numb, but now it was September.
You were forced to see him again.
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The next morning, you walked into the Great hall with your face painted with numbness. You had no expression, no words, you were unreadable. Whispers filled your ears, cold, incoherent whispers that shouted through the emptiness of your head. It felt like a cold breeze, a breeze you’d only feel during those late winter nights, like the night you shared with Draco in the tower.
How haunting is the past once it sets its sights on you.
As you found your way to your seat, you didn’t dare to look up. If you looked up, you would be faced with the truth, and you didn’t want to know it. “Hey, you okay?” Blaise nudged your shoulder from beside you. You nodded, softly, a nod so subtle he’d have to stare at you to see it. Blaise sent a small smile in return. He knew something was wrong with his best friend, Draco would never forget the love he had for you, especially during the short break.
You quietly picked at a piece of fruit on your plate, bringing the sweetness up to your mouth.
That is when you heard her, the moment you brought the sweetness strawberry up to your mouth. The single moment you tasted solace between your lips, the only peace you’ve had in months.
Her laugh. The laugh you dreaded hearing, the laugh that proved the rumors true. As you slowly looked up, you watched as Astoria Greengrass laughed at something Draco Malfoy had said.
Your stomach twisted, your expression souring like the berry that you popped into your mouth. You could see a small smirk on his face, an uneasy but visible smirk. She placed an arm on his bicep, nearly choking on her own laugh.
Astoria. Sweet, perfect Slytherin princess.
She was everything you wanted to be, and more. Perfect family, high title, rich pure-blood nonsense. Something you wished for since the word “half-blood” slipped off of someone’s tongue and it no longer sounded like a trophy, but an insult.
You were uncomfortable in your own skin, basically begging to shed it as you ripped your gaze away.
Now, everywhere you looked, Astoria and Draco were there. The empty corridors you thought you could claim as your own? Theirs. The oak tree in the hidden courtyard where he used to bring you? Theirs. The small staircase in between Ravenclaw tower and Potions? Theirs.
Everywhere you looked, you couldn’t escape them. Even when Draco laid his eyes on you, you couldn’t escape them. When your heart begged to say something, you were silent. You treated him with the same silence you received, and it killed him.
In truth, Draco’s eyes looked like they were going to overflow with tears whenever he looked at you. You watched as he basically tore his gaze away from you, like he had to fight himself to do it. He looked as if he had to tear himself apart, limb by limb, like he was a fractured mirror or a rotten heart slowly dying.
Both of you drew blood, the only thing about you was that you had no one to talk to, Draco did.
The next few weeks had gone by in a blur, the lingering warmth of September had faded into the cool breeze of October. You accepted the change gracefully, you missed studying out in the outdoor corridors, or down by the black lake on the steps to the dock. You missed the crunch of the fallen leaves beneath your foot, you loved how it made you forget about summer. Even if fall wasn’t much better, especially with the memories of you and Draco flooding your brain, it was better than the beating heat down on your skin as you waited weeks for a single letter.
One cool day, you were on your way to potions. You endlessly traced the hallways, watching others filter through as they made their way to their classes. That’s when she saw you.
Astoria Greengrass with her long brown hair and piercing green eyes, accompanied by her green loose tie and long black robes. She stood there in all her perfect glory, watching as you neared from down the hallway. But that’s when he saw you too. Draco.
His head turned, watching with sad eyes as you looked at him in a brief glance. But that’s also when Astoria saw his gaze and took his jaw in her hand and placed her lips on his like he wasn’t yours to look at. Your heart broke in small fragments, and you quickly turned your head away as Draco’s gaze turned from you to his girlfriend. This was the worst, the worst it could’ve gotten, right?
Wrong.
It was only the beginning, like the day you saw them in your spot, but now every time Astoria landed eyes on you, she purposely made a move at Draco, like she was scared he’d escape her grip and come running back to you. You hoped for it, silently.
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The day it all came crumbling down was October 25th. The Fall Ball.
You stood in your mirror, watching as your red gown glistened in the dim lighting of your dorm. For the first time in what seemed like months, you smiled. It was a delicate dress you found at Hogsmeade a week prior, with a babydoll neckline and delicate jewels cascading down the crimson fabric. It hugged your hips, then loosed down by your legs. You looked beautiful, like someone worth loving. Someone Draco Malfoy would have to forget. You gazed at your soft curls which fell in wispy strands in front of your face. A messy curled bun sat in the back of your head, the rest of your hair trailing down your back like a waterfall.
Silently, you came out of your dorm and out of the common room. As you walked your way to the Great Hall, your stomach dropped. You hated big crowds. You took a breath and peaked over the wall, watching as your date, Ron Weasley stood at the bottom of the stairs.
He asked you two weeks ago, and you accepted gratefully, after all, you had known him since you were little. It was casual, you were going only as friends.
Shortly, you turned and walked down the stairs. Ron met your gaze and smiled, standing up straighter as he fidgeted with his hands, wondering where to put them. “Wow. You look pretty, for a girl, I mean.” He stuttered. You laughed, Ron was always awkward, it was one thing you loved about him. “I guess you clean up nice as well, Weasley.” You beamed. Others surrounding you whispered. You were smiling, but most importantly, you were laughing, and with a Weasley!
Many would call you a house traitor for wearing red to the ball, especially with Ron, and especially since you were a Slytherin. You didn’t care. It was a piece of fabric and a silly school dance, not your wedding.
Ron offered his hand to you as you walked through the grand doors, you took it, the fabric of his dress robes slightly brushing against your exposed skin. The music flooded your ears, it was soft delicate music, ballroom music that welcomed you with goosebumps. As if Ron could feel your unsettled body language, he quickly bent down to whisper in your ear. “Just breathe. You’ll be alright.” He spoke. You listened. Oftentimes, Ron saw you as a younger sister. You had that sort of energy towards you, something worth protecting. Even if he was only a few months older, you saw him as an older brother.
The both of you walked towards the middle of the floor alongside others with their dates. He placed his hand just behind your arm and on your upper back, while you took his hand in yours and held it to the side. You swayed in the music, dancing as best as you both could, even if he wasn’t the best dancer in the entire school. You accidentally stepped on his foot and sent him a small ‘sorry’ with a bright smile. He didn’t mind.
From across the way, Draco Malfoy clenched his jaw at the sight of you, even with Astoria hanging off his arm in an emerald green dress. He gritted his teeth as he watched you waltz across the floor, and suddenly, you were the only person in the room. Your red dress filtering between the colors of orange and burgundy. He glared as you smiled and laughed at Weasley’s jokes in your ear. What was so funny? Why were you laughing?
“What’s wrong?” Astoria asked from beside him.
“Nothing.” He responded, dead and cold.
She bit her lip and stayed quiet, her attempts weren’t working, you were the mirrorball, the dazzling light in the center of the room, the brightest star in the night sky. She tried her hardest to compete, but something in the back of her mind told her she couldn’t, and she accepted it.
As the dance ended, you walked off to the side, smiling brightly as you went over to grab a drink from the refreshments table. Ron walked to the other side, quickly hurrying to find Harry and Hermione as they sat at an empty table and chattered about.
This was his chance.
After fighting the weeks and weeks of silence, practically shouting at himself to not make contact with you, Draco Malfoy walked over with clenched fists and a softened heart. You whipped your head up at the sudden figure beside you, smile dropping as you’d realized who it was. “Didn’t know you could steep so low.” He muttered. “Excuse me?” You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Weasley? Really?” Draco burned a hole in your face. You wanted to stay silent, you really did, but you couldn’t, not now—not when he was speaking to you like this. “Ron has always been my friend, but you? You were never my friend. You were nothing.” You spat in return, the words coming out harsher than you intended. “Good. Then we understand each other, because you were never anything to me either; just a distraction, something to pass time until I found someone better.” His words cut through you like a knife. Tears prickled at your eyes at your eyes as you glared at him.
At the many times he’d seen you vulnerable, you didn’t dare to let him see you cry now. You took away his privilege of knowing every part of you, you snatched it like a thief.
Suddenly, you couldn’t breathe, you quickly rammed into his shoulder and hurried out of the Great Hall. It seemed to quiet down, like everyone had heard the conversation between you two. Your legs carried you farther than you thought they would. You found yourself down at your favorite spot, the stairs by the dock. Tears spilled from your eyes as you shuddered with the cold.
Above, the moon glistened and listened as you cried softly, sniffling against your arms as you played with some crystals on your dress. You hated the way he made you feel. As minutes passed, you started to be immune to the cold, it welcomed you as you cried. Even nature knew of your heartbreak.
The wind whistled with the ode of late October. You could smell the delicious scent of pastries from the kitchen that wasn’t too far away, and the winter air basking onto your skin. You clasped your arms around your knees and rested your head between. Softly, you began to relax. Ron was probably wondering where you were, and you’d meet up with him later to apologize for the sudden retreat. Gently, you wiped your eyes, not caring if you ruined your makeup or not.
You listened closely as the echo of footsteps hurried down the steps behind you. With a deep and shaky breath, you turned to meet the eyes of the person you dread the most. Draco. Your wet eyelashes bore up at him, watching as his ruined expression looked over you. He looked disheveled, like he had searched the whole castle to find you—and perhaps he did just that. You said nothing, just looked up to him with pure hatred.
“I’m sorry.” He spoke, voice lined with hurt.
Your skin shuddered, and this time it wasn’t because of the cold. “You’re sorry?” You scoffed, looking back towards the dark lake. Draco stood behind you on the landing, not daring to move closer in fear that you’d run again. You stood up and he held his breath, but you turned around, still standing on the step you were sitting on. “Is this a joke?” You laughed and it worried him. You were angry but you laughed.
“No.” He answered, plain and simple.
“I don’t want to see your face. Please, save me the embarrassment and go away.” You hid your face in your hand, heart beating loudly against your chest. “I’m not going anywhere.” He spoke.
“Explain to me. Why, why her?” Your voice broke as you looked up. Draco said nothing, he just looked at you like you were going to break at any second. He cursed himself, cursing the way he was silent for months, the way he spoke to you back in the Great Hall. The second he said it, he regretted it. It was built up anger from not being able to speak to you, to explain to you why he and Astoria were now together. It pained it, it ate at him.
“I was right. You’re a coward, you can’t even tell me why.” You laughed again. “I should’ve known. Everyone warned me about you, all those years ago when we were just little kids. I should’ve known, you were always going to break me, weren’t you?” You asked. You could see the hurt in his eyes becoming for visible. You walked up the steps and closer to him, pointing a finger on his chest. “Because you’re nothing but a weak-link, you take people’s hearts and you break them.” Your nail pressed further into his chest. Draco looked down at you, letting you poke at him. “You’re a coward, and I fell for your trap!” You cried, more tears spilling from your eyes as you started to push at his chest.
Draco let you.
“How could I be so blind.” You cried again, his hands found your wrists as he stopped you from shoving him. “Y/n.” He tried to speak over your sobs but there was no point. “No. No, you had a chance to explain, Draco.” Your hair blew in the fall night as he held your wrists. You quickly ripped them away from his grasp. “And where’d Astoria now? Does she know that you’re down here speaking to me?” A tear fell from your eyes. “It wasn’t my choice!” Draco broke at the sentence, even hearing her name from your mouth was enough to drive him insane. He hated the way her name sounded like a gun in between your lips.
“Whose was it then?”
Draco stared at you again and took a deep breath. “I didn’t have a choice, my-my father,” he paused, looking at you like he didn’t want to tell the truth because then, it would be real. “It was arranged. I had no choice in the matter, please.” He silently begged.
You looked up at him from afar, eyebrows furrowing and your expression like water tipping over a glass. “But you didn’t tell me that.” You whispered, Draco broke then. A tear fell from his eye as he listened to your voice lower. “You didn’t tell me, I had a right to know. You stayed silent for months. I sent you countless letters, and you couldn’t find the time to respond to just one? One that could explain why this had to be done this way?”
“I’m sorry. If I wrote, I’d crawl back to you and disobey my father. I’m sorry. I couldn’t, I really couldn’t.” He muttered.
Before you, Draco Malfoy unfolded, he cried like he lost the most important part of him, and in truth, he did. You were everything and more. Losing you was his greatest failure. “So disobey him. You are not your father.” You spoke.
“This wasn’t fair to me, Draco, and we both know it.”
“I know, please. I’ll do anything. Please, I love you.” He fought, trying his hardest to win you back. But you were not a prize, nor a pawn. “If you loved me, you would’ve told me.” Your voice cracked. “I know.” It sounded like Draco accepted it, but when he walked closer, it looked as if he would crumble by not being close to you. “Please. I can’t go another day without you near me.” He begged.
More tears escaped your eyes as you sat down on the cobblestone fence on the landing. Draco walked in front of you, getting on a knee and watching as your hair fell in front of your face. “Don’t do this, Draco.” You whispered. His heart broke, all he wanted to do was engulf you in a hug and never let you go, but for now, you were broken. “I’ll do anything and everything for you. Let me prove it to you.” He begged.
You thought for a moment, shuddering as his shaking hand met yours and his grey eyes peered up to you. Quickly, you got up and brushed past him, standing at the other side of the stairs that led up to the castle. “Don’t mess it up.” You spoke, giving him the hint that he had yet another chance. Draco got up, staring at you.
He had another chance.
You quietly retreated up the steps, your red dress flowing softly in the wind as you left him there by the lake. In your head, a timer started. Two weeks was all you were giving him. Hopefully, his rotten heart did it right.
yay i finished this part, part 2 is coming soon, i have to write it but i hope you guys enjoyed this :)) shoutout to @kimberlyxmalfoy for telling me to finish this because i actually love it! also not proof read so lmk if there’s any mistakes <333
