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"hey that was kinda mean y'know,"
Chapter 1: Prologue Fandom: Harry Potter Rating: Mature Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s), Dean Thomas/Original Female Character(s)
“Because being known by the boy who was her mortal enemy was not something she could explain to anyone. Not even to herself.”
Daisy Potter is tired. Tired of living in the shadow of her twin brother, the famous Harry Potter. While Harry is hailed across the wizarding world as the Chosen One, Daisy is expected to smile, be good, and stay out of the way.
But Daisy isn't the girl everyone thinks she is. Not with the darkness that’s lived inside her for as long as she can remember.
And the only person who sees it? Her brother’s nemesis, Draco Malfoy.
Daisy hates Draco. Hates everything he stands for. But when he becomes the only one who understands what it’s like to live in the shadows, Daisy is forced to confront a truth she’s not ready for.
Maybe she doesn’t hate him at all.
Amidst the Chaos
Amidst the Chaos—ML
TWO:
"You took a year off; I'm sure you did some bits."
Allie had missed everything, including the familiar walks down the halls and the magic that filled the air.
A wave of nostalgia washed over her as she made her way to her first class of the year, her feet seemingly finding their way on their own as if it were muscle memory.
She had strolled at a leisurely pace; Jax followed beside her as he watched her take in the familiarities, and he watched as a few people welcomed her back with warm smiles.
Allie arrived, walked into the classroom, and searched for her seat.
In comparison to other instructors, Professor McGonagall was stricter.
She was a staunch advocate for order and upheld a regulated classroom environment, which is why she was among the few who decided how to allocate seats.
Perfectly aligned in pairs of two, the desks in front of the classroom created an orderly and structured atmosphere.
Jax trailed behind and noticed Mattheo Riddle already seated; his attire appeared haphazardly put together, his hair tousled, and his expression clearly conveyed his lack of enthusiasm for being present.
Allie found herself seated next to Mattheo, with Harry and Jax positioned right behind them.
Allie's feelings for Mattheo were turbulent, leaving her feeling uncertain and uneasy.
She sensed a myriad of complex emotions circulating around him, mainly when people talked about his father.
However, Allie firmly believed in people's deceitfulness and understood that one should not always judge a person by their appearance.
Despite his intimidating reputation and the haunting memories of the turmoil his father had inflicted upon her just a year prior, she felt an undeniable pull toward him, her interest igniting a flame she couldn't extinguish.
Allie slid into the seat beside him, her gaze sparkling with curiosity as she offered her name.
A warm smile blossomed on her lips. "You must be Mattheo Riddle. I'm Alsephina Hesper; you can call me Allie," she said, her voice pleasant as she extended her hand toward him for him to shake.
He shot her a disdainful glance before redirecting his focus ahead. Allie couldn't help but let out a small scoff.
"It's inevitable that we'll have a conversation at some point, don't you think?" Allie asked.
Mattheo let out a frustrated sigh before shifting his gaze towards her. His eyes carefully scanned her figure before locking back onto her. "You can call me Mattheo," he said coldly.
Allie couldn't help but smile as she felt accomplished.
She tossed her parchment and quill onto the desk.
She directed her attention forward when Professor McGonagall stepped into the room.
She conducted a brief experiment at the beginning of the lesson.
She politely requested a student to volunteer and pass up their quill, followed by another student to hand over something of greater importance, like a private journal or their wand.
Cho Chang kindly extended her wand.
Professor McGonagall eloquently explained all the complex reasons behind the limitations of transfiguration, leaving the students with no room for doubt or confusion.
With a flick of her wrist, she effortlessly transformed the quill into the bird from which the feather originated, causing everyone to gasp in awe.
McGonagall then decided to test her skills by trying a transfiguration spell on Cho Chang's wand in order to demonstrate the opposite property.
However, the spell unexpectedly backfired.
She provided a clear explanation of the necessary requirements for a successful transfiguration.
She said that for an object to actually transform, it must not be personal property, such as a wand, a diary, or a piece of sentimental jewelry; rather, it must be an ordinary object, such as a cup, and the person casting the spell must be specific and confident in their abilities.
The lesson dragged on for an interminable amount of time.
Professor McGonagall's tendency to stray off-topic was the cause of the lecturer's boredom.
This particular story delved into the concept of wands possessing emotions and the importance of treating them with care and respect.
The connection between the wand and its owner is profoundly intimate.
Professor McGonagall continued her lecture, and Allie couldn't resist joining in on Mattheo's lighthearted banter.
She tried to take down a few notes here and there, but they would often find themselves receiving reprimands every few minutes for their excessive talking or their lack of attention to the situation.
For some reason, it set Harry off.
Allie deeply offended herself, questioning if his actions stemmed from jealousy toward Mattheo, a notion she found quite ridiculous considering their purely platonic relationship.
It also made her upset that somehow she couldn't please everyone.
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The Friday following the end of the first week back, the sun sank below the horizon, and the warm air welcomed the night.
A number of students gathered to celebrate their old friend's reunion as Allie had returned after a year of absence, and the night promised laughter, stories, and the rekindling of friendships.
Everyone was eager to share their narratives from the past year and unwind together again, along with getting to know Jax.
The atmosphere was buzzing with laughter and chatter, and Jax watched Allie's interaction closely as she stumbled towards the worn-out green couch, which had hosted countless Slytherins over the years yet somehow still managed to retain its charm.
As she sank into the well-loved cushion, the familiar fabric embracing her, her drink spilled over the edge. A few drops landed on an unsuspecting figure who had been quietly observing the lively group of students throughout the evening.
"Merlin," Allie cursed as she straightened up and moved closer to him.
As she moved closer, he cleared his throat, prompting Allie to glance over at him and shift her gaze to the drink stains now adorning his black trousers.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry..." Allie exclaimed, her laughter bubbling forth. "But now you can see why I needed to take a seat," she added, shaking her head as she removed a small piece of clothing and began to delicately wipe away the remaining, nearly dry droplets from the boy's trousers.
As she did so, Mattheo deftly adjusted his position, gliding subtly in the opposite direction.
"Alright there," he remarked, shaking his head as he tenderly took her hand, guiding it away from his lap and into her own before deftly seizing the drink she held.
Allie stared at him, her words hovering just below the edge of utterance.
Yet, as she began to articulate her thoughts, she hesitated, her attention drawn to Mattheo as he lifted the glass she had been cradling, savoring a sip from its contents.
Mattheo offered her a knowing nod before he finished the last of it and, once it lay empty, the ice rattling softly within, he carefully set it down on the ground in front of him.
"I believe you've had enough to drink now," Mattheo said lowly as he looked over at her.
"I've hardly had any!" Allie protested, sitting up and extending her hand toward the drink he had just set on the ground. "Did you really have to finish the whole thing?" Allie inquired, maintaining a steady gaze while Mattheo's eyes rolled slightly.
Mattheo found himself smirking as he shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips as he glanced at his watch.
"I don't know if you remember, but just about forty-five seconds ago, you managed to spill your drink all over me," he stated as he gestured to his still-damp attire.
"And I tried to help clean it up," Allie shot back, her voice laced with a playful lilt, unable to suppress a roll of her eyes.
"I could have managed it on my own," Mattheo stated as he observed her, unable to resist the playful exchange with her as the inflection in his voice subtly transformed.
Allie drew nearer to him. "Fine, yeah, you're right," she said softly, her gaze fixed on him, her eyes shimmering with an amusing insistence as if she were weaving a charm to bend him to her will.
"I know..." Mattheo replied with a hint of sarcasm, his eyes sweeping across the room before settling back on her as she quickly rolled her eyes.
"Stop rolling your eyes at me," Mattheo declared, sitting up and shifting his body to face her.
As he did, Allie, with a hint of caution, rose from the couch, careful not to trip in her inebriated state.
Yet, before she could create any distance, Mattheo grasped her wrist and pulled her back down with a firm grip.
"Did I give you permission to get up?"
Allie immediately sank into the couch, her eyes fixed on him, a blend of surprise and anxiety washing over her as she swallowed hard.
"No... But I'm going anyway," Allie said as she stood up once more. This time, she was able to break free, despite his swift pursuit.
"I don't remember saying you could follow me," she remarked, teasingly leaning in, her lips tantalizingly close to his ear.
"Do you have attachment issues?" Allie asked as she leaned in close to Mattheo, her
voice barely above a whisper, and Mattheo couldn't help but roll his eyes, "No!"
Allie hummed in response to Mattheo's stern statement.
"Then why are you following me like a puppy?" Allie asked, her eyes gleaming as she backed away from him slightly, trying to get the whole picture, and as she did, she couldn't help but notice an obvious trace of a blush on his cheeks, and a naughty grin slipped to her lips as she noticed it.
"Do I make you nervous?" Allie remarked, her gaze lingering on the blush that adorned his cheeks, prompting a scoff from Mattheo.
"I should be asking you that," he replied, stepping closer to her, and Allie felt a warmth spread across her face. "Why are you blushing?" Allie looked down and moved one hand to her stomach in response to his question.
"It's—the alcohol—and I think I need to sit back down," Allie stated as she moved her body back towards the couch.
"Oh yes, the alcohol," Mattheo began, a chuckle escaping his lips. "I'm sure that's the cause," Mattheo continued, prompting Allie to roll her eyes. But before she could say anything, someone interrupted her.
"Hey, we're about to start a game. Want to join us?" Theo inquired, his voice warm and inviting.
Allie paused, her thoughts swirling as she glanced fleetingly at Mattheo. Mattheo shook his head, and Allie couldn't help but roll her eyes again.
"I said stop doing that..." Mattheo muttered under his breath, but Allie ignored him and turned back to Theo.
"I will. What kind of game?" Allie inquired as she slowly got up and tried to gracefully approach the cluster of students huddled together on the ground, forming a small circle.
"Well, we don't really know, but I was thinking, What if we played 'Never have I ever'?" Theo proposed the idea, to which a chorus of enthusiastic nods responded.
The game was the perfect bridge to rekindle connections and create conversations; curiosity about the details of everyone's responses would linger in the air.
"You took a year off; I'm sure you did some bits." Cormac McLaggen remarked, his voice dripping with self-importance while he nodded toward Allie.
Allie gave him a sharp look, her eyes narrowing with a mix of irritation and challenge at his suggestive comment.
"Meaning?" Allie inquired as she walked to grab herself another drink, and as she finished pouring it, her lips curled around the rim of her glass as she savored a sip of it.
The atmosphere thickened with anticipation, and each gaze locked in expectation.
"I mean, you disappeared; you must have a story to tell," Cormac stated, his gaze drifting toward Jax, who lingered just behind Allie as he maintained a cautious distance.
Rolling her eyes and shrugging nonchalantly, Allie consumed the last of her drink, the cup crumpling in her grip before she effortlessly tossed it into the bin as a small act of annoyance.
"Well, come on, let's get this game going then," Allie stated, stumbling into a position as Blaise started to outline the rules.
"So, here's the deal," Blaise began, a mischievous glint in his eye as he set two bottles of fire whiskey down in the center of the circle. "You say something you have never done before, and if anyone has, then they must take a shot, okay?" Blaise said.
"So, who wants to start?" He swept his gaze over the gathered crowd.
With a spark of excitement in his eyes, Theo embraced the chance to launch the game into motion.
"I've done a lot of things," he mused, his voice trailing off as he paused to gather the swirling thoughts in his mind.
"But I suppose never have I ever—actually made an 'A' on an assignment," Theo remarked, his voice laced with a hint of playful defiance as he scanned the room, catching the wide-eyed disbelief and barely contained laughter dancing across the faces of his friends.
"That was so dumb, mate," Blaise remarked with a lighthearted chuckle, shaking his head at the sheer absurdity of the situation.
Yet, among the laughter, a collective sip resonated through the air, leaving two drinks untouched: those of Allie and Draco, standing apart from the revelry around them.
"Nerds," a random Slytherin sneered, their voice dripping with disdain, as laughter erupted from a few corners of the room, echoing like a chorus of mockery.
Just as the awkward tension began to thicken, Blaise stepped in, breaking the moment with his usual charm.
"Alright, everyone, take note of that as a prime example of what not to do," Blaise chuckled, playfully delivering a light punch to Theo's shoulder.
"That was utterly disappointing, mate, so I'm going to move on. Never have I ever fucked more than three times in a single day."
A profound silence enveloped the chamber, an electric tension crackling in the air as if the very walls held their breath in anticipation.
Every gaze darted around the room, eagerly seeking the faintest sign of someone bold enough to lift a glass to their lips; with a shared glance that spoke volumes, Draco and Jax raised their glasses, the delicate clink echoing in the air.
Each sip was a testament to their unspoken bond, and they savored the moment.
Allie's glass remained unwaveringly by her side, accompanied by Theo, Pansy, and the rest of their companions who had gathered around them. Allie scoffed, disbelief etched across her features as she shook her head, caught between the two.
"So it's a no for Pansy and a yes for Draco? The math doesn't add up. Who is the lucky girl, mate?" Blaise leaned closer towards him, his gaze intense, as his curiosity gnawed at him, urging Draco to uncover the truth.
Draco released a haughty exhale, his demeanor dripping with disdain.
"I'd never—" he paused, silencing his own words as he lifted the glass for another shot. "Parkinson and I have never, if that's what you were implying, Blaise." Draco glanced sideways at Allie, trying to discern any hint of emotion that might reveal her thoughts, but he was unable to interpret her expression.
Pansy let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes rolling dramatically as if the very act of it could convey her annoyance more eloquently than words ever could.
With a playful glint in her eye, Pansy playfully tousled Theo's locks. "I like brown hair," she said. Theo responded with a warm smile, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her cheek.
No one could ever entirely unravel the tangled web that existed between them; it was a mystery that left everyone guessing, but the warmth of the alcohol coursing through Allie's veins allowed her to feel a sudden surge of courage, emboldening her to confront the uncharted territory of their relationship as she asked the following question.
"So, Pans, are you two?" Allie inquired, her fingers dancing gracefully between the two, a silent conversation unfolding in the air around them.
Pansy and Theo glanced at each other, their lips curving into soft smiles that danced between them like a secret only they understood.
"Sure," she answered with a playful smile.
A collective gasp echoed through the room, a silent acknowledgment of the undeniable truth that hung in the air.
Allie felt the weight of the moment, her curiosity igniting as she prepared to pose her next question, eager to deepen the charged atmosphere between everyone.
With a playful shine in her eye, Allie asked, "Never have I ever had a crush on anyone in this room."
She held her breath, praying that her facade would remain unbroken and that no one would see through the carefully crafted illusion she had created around herself.
Jax chuckled softly, his head bowing slightly as he reveled in the amusement she brought him.
Pansy, Theo, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, and nearly everyone else in the room raised their glasses, taking a sip, all except for Draco, who remained still, causing Allie to feel a subtle pang of hurt wash over her as her gaze fell upon the untouched glass resting by his side.
"Not even Astoria back in the third year, Draco?" Blaise leaned back, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he took another leisurely sip from his drink.
However, both Draco and Astoria scoffed, shaking their heads vehemently, their denial sharp and immediate.
"No, he was too busy worrying about Potter and Allie," Theo snickered, a mischievous glint in his eyes. But before he could delve deeper into his teasing, Draco stood up, his expression shifting from amusement to annoyance as he strode over to Theo and delivered a sharp slap to the back of his head, silencing him with a swift, playful reprimand.
Allie glanced around, a hint of confusion dancing in her eyes before a soft laugh escaped her lips.
"I'm sorry, what?" With a playful tilt of her head, she turned her gaze from Draco to Theo, who was cradling the back of his head.
Her features displayed a mix of concern and curiosity.
"Nothing, I guess, damn," Theo replied with a dramatic roll of his eyes, his gaze shifting back to Pansy, a hint of exasperation lingering in the air between them.
Draco let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head once more as he downed the last of his drink in one swift motion.
"Let's just play a different game," Draco proposed, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he returned to his original position.
The suggestion had Mattheo's curiosity intrigued, prompting him to approach from the background and move toward the group of settled students.
"Well, well," Pansy remarked, her gaze fixed on Mattheo, who stood tall above everyone else. "So, you finally decided to join us?" Pansy inquired, her fingers playfully twisting a strand of hair, a teasing glint in her eye.
Theo let out an exasperated sigh, letting his gaze drift away momentarily as he rolled his eyes in frustration. He then shifted her closer, feeling the warmth of her presence as he did so.
Pansy sensed his irritation and offered a comforting touch, her hand resting gently on his thigh, a silent promise of understanding between them.
Mattheo tilted his head back, finishing his drink in one swift motion.
"Yeah," he replied, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.
"We were about to play another game—want to join?" Allie inquired, her curiosity piqued, while Mattheo regarded her with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
A warm smile played upon his lips as Mattheo replied with a nod of assent.
Minutes slipped by as they engaged in a lively debate, each voice rising and falling in a playful cacophony, until, at last, they reached a consensus: the game of 'truths' would be their chosen adventure.
The dimly lit room was filled with laughter and a harmony of clinking glasses as one person posed a daring question to another.
If the recipient was hesitant to answer, the only escape was to raise a shot glass filled with amber liquid.
The students played the game into the late hours of the night, and as the gathering concluded, they all stumbled through the shadowy corridors, trying to stay hidden and compose their laughter as they carefully placed each step toward the sanctuary of their dorms.
VI - N I G H T S H A D E
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!!Warnings!!Dub-con, Adult Dialogue, Mature Themes, Age Gap(Gloria-18, Draco-22), Innocence Kink, mentions of sub-space, oral (male receiving), un-established relationship
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Pairing: Professor!Draco x Student!OC(but you can pretend it’s y/n)
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Summary: Basically just Professor!Draco smut
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Her gaze drifts from the lines in her potions text to the podium affront the class to Professor Malfoy, he sits careened back in his chair with a book in hand- Arithmancy. The first few buttons of his black dress shirt undone. A small silver glint emits from the dainty replica of the Draconis constellation hanging from his neck. The pale, porcelain hue of his skin heavily contradictory to the dingy atmosphere of the dungeons.
As though sensing the presence of her stare, he looks up. A small smirk playing at his plush lips as he sends the girl a discreet wink, causing her straight face to falter as her light honey colored cheeks turn hot. Gloria quickly looks around to see if anyone seemed to notice but the entire class is taken as they either finish work from other classes or scribble away at scrap parchment.
She turns to look at Draco again, only to find an accomplished expression settled on his face. His soft grey eyes leaving hers only when the pitched ringing of the bell in the courtyard dings. The class quickly files out till theirs no one left.
The Slytherin hastily mutters a short "colloportus" and walks toward Draco. Peeling the book away from his hands, he let's her place it on the table. Draco's hands rest on her hips, guiding her to stand between his legs.
"Hadn't gotten chance to say hello?" He teases, reminded her that she'd failed to come by his quarter's this morning.
"M'sorry." Gloria mumble, moving to straddle him and bury her face in his neck
"S'alright love." He chuckles, placing lazy kisses on her neck.
"Think I can make it up to you?" She says, the playful guilt evident in her voice.
"Yeah? How do you plan on doing that darling?"
Arrogance practically dripping from his tone as his hands travels under her skirt, undoing the blush pink fabric of her thong and retiring it to the pocket of his slacks.
With response to his question, her slender digits to unbuckle his belt, the argentum alloy clinking softly. The sound of his zipper coming undone chimes his ears as she picks herself off his lap and drops to her knees.
Draco lets out a breathy groan as a result of her warm mouth wrapping around his cock. His hands instinctively go to her hair, bunching the dark brown strands. Her cunt clenching and pulsating around nothing but air at his choked sounds.
His large hands began guiding her to bob her head in tandem with his bucking hips, his otherwise clear eyes were now eclipsed with illicit pleasure. The tell-tale sheen of heavy, sitting lust coated the steel grey in his irises. She gives another languid suck as he twitches, threatening to come undone. The grip on her hair tightens, his hips rutting into her small mouth, hastily traveling in an out of her swollen lips. A string of drool dripping from the side of her mouth.
"M'going to cum down that pretty little throat."
She chokes out a small hum as he gives another ravenous thrust before climaxing at the back of her throat. He hastily pulls her of her knees and lifts her to sit on his desk causing her to let out a small squeal.
His hand cups the side of her face, wiping the excess cum from her lips and pushing it back into her mouth, forcing her to swallow the liquid lust. Draco slowly pries her leg apart, resting his hands on her thighs, caressing the smooth, light-coffee colored skin.
"So pretty aren't you. So-so fucking perfect." He claims, completely enamored by her. He trails his lips below her ear, leaving open-mouthed kisses on her sweet spot, still unable to fathom his fortune. She seemed so letting that it perplexed him- annoyed him even.
He places a soft, lucid kiss on her lips, the distinct flavor of white tea and fairy floss gladdened his senses.
"Draco." She mewls. The whine so needy yet content, so small and pure yet so ridiculously sinful.
If he could, he would record the sound and play it over and over till he was senselessly drunk off the sound of her sweet voice. Her very existence felt like a drug, a drug he would unquestionably smoke for the rest of his life till he died of asphyxiations. What he felt for her wasn't love- no it was farther- an obsession. So incredibly destructive. Like a flame dancing across their hearts and in the process setting their beings on fire.
With the next proceeding scenes, it was inevitable. Gloria Lightwood was an angel and he wanted to rip her wings off and keep her for himself.
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Draco Malfoy and the Hopeless Situation
Warnings: Language, Angst
(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7) Aesthetic
Something is terribly wrong this year.
You're not sure how to describe it, but it's as if the very air is different, like it's heavy and thick, weighing on everyone. Your parents almost didn't want you returning to Hogwarts this year with the rumors, but you scoffed at them and came back anyway.
To Be So Lonely [Draco Malfoy] 7
Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Draco Malfoy/OC Chapter warnings: Bullying!
Raised as an orphan, Nel Saintday, endured years of torture from the Slytherin House. The Dark Lord only allowed her existence for her to serve a very specific vile purpose for him. Her birthright dictates for her to choose a side in the Wizarding War… But what would happen if she dares defy the Dark Lord and his wishes? And what happens when she falls for her tormentor? Will Nel fulfill her life’s purpose? And what side will her tormentor, Draco Malfoy, choose? The light that calls to him or the darkness…
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"In the last twenty four hours, Draco Malfoy's life was flipped upside down. Not only was everything he'd ever known gone, but now the only person he had to rely on, hated him with every fibre in her being. Draco Malfoy was stuck in the past with none other than Hermione Jean Granger." Dramione. Non-canon. (Remione included.)
Ronald Weasley’s nineteenth birthday, the Marauders last day at Hogwarts with one last prank planned, and the Marauders graduate. There are some strange conversations, and some enlightening ones.
Previous Chapter: A World of Greyed Hues
Chapter One: Fall Through Time
I’m thinking about Auror partners Harry and Draco sharing an office and Draco having a boyfriend who comes to Harry and Draco’s office daily and lavishes Draco with gifts and kisses and Harry is sooo jealous and he tries so hard to keep his anger in check but he fails miserably