#durmstrang draco

[inverted-typo]

Can you believe how long it took me to draw Durmstrang Draco? Underrated concept imo

[ivmaruva]

Durmstrang Draco Malfoy ❤️‍🔥

[soliblomst]

Very excited to share my new Drarry fic!

When We Were Angels || 116k words

Summary: Both orphaned in 1981, Draco and Harry grow up together at Woldvale Orphanage. Despite the unequal treatment they receive, they quickly become inseparable-a first love threatened when Draco is taken away.

Or,

As children, Draco and Harry made a promise that would shape the rest of their lives—to stay together forever.

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[hauntingofthewind]

The Year Draco Malfoy meets Hermione Granger

Chapter 1: The Meeting

༘˚⋆𖦹.˚ pairings: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger/Dramione

༘˚⋆𖦹.˚ genre: forbidden love, slow romance, slight angst, hurt/comfort, slowburn, enemies to friends to lovers, loathing.

༘˚⋆𖦹.˚ warnings: violence. sadist!draco, assassin!draco, mentions of slurs (mudblood), morally grey hermione.

༘˚⋆𖦹.˚ summary: Draco Malfoy, a death eater slash student in Durmstrang, is an assigned assassin with one ultimate order to kill Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, a top student in Hogwarts. Not only because she is a mudblood, she will also contribute in the downfall of Lord Voldemort according to the prophecy they received.

༘˚⋆𖦹.˚ words count: 4,233 counting

༘˚⋆𖦹.˚ posted in Ao3 as well (here)

༘˚⋆𖦹.˚ parts: ch.2 (and counting)

"You will need to kill her."

The sound of fire crippling, burning the remaining woods Dobby took just an hour ago. This house, his house, is always his favorite sanctuary whenever he visits back from Durmstrang, library is his favorite spot to hide from his dotting mother, Narcissa Black Malfoy and his nagging father, Lucius Malfoy.

Malfoy Manor is his place, it's the only place he feels like he is safe from the pressure of everyone, the pressure of school and the heavy burden of being a Death Eater.

The Assassin.

And now he is sitting there, in the head of the dining table in their manor, Lord Voldemort. Draco doesn't know what entice him to choose Malfoy Manor to be the headquarters of meetings with the murderous Death Eaters, but he can't say anything, he can't say no. He will never say no to his Lord. As the sacred 28 family of the Wizarding World, the choice is to be one of them or die trying to deny, the sacred 28 is rooted in pureblood supremacy, in the beliefs that wizarding family needs to be clean of all mud, of filthy blood and somehow along the way it matches with Lord    Voldemort's ideology.

"Harry Potter belongs to me and I know he will die in my hands, but we have another problem..." Voldemort's voice have the notion of being breathy, almost throaty as if he doesn't have the energy to talk, it was like a hiss of a snake. It never settles right with Draco, the way he's talking always sets the silver-blond haired off. "There is this girl... his friend," he stops, looks around but nobody ever dare to look him in the eye, no one.

"A mudblood will contribute of my downfall, she is fighting with Harry Potter." He chuckles, demeaning and disgusted. "A mudblood." he repeats, now he doesn't laugh, not anymore. His voice stern and clean, he got up from his seat.

"A mudblood will kill me!" He yells, slamming both his pale fits on the table, the table where Draco shares delicious dinner with his family every night, the table where he will celebrate Christmas with his dotting mother, the table he crammed up his homework. He flinches, his shoulder jolted up.

"That will never happen, my Lord. I can kill her for you, quick and easy my Lord." Bellatrix Lestrange grovels, she shoved her chest out with shoulder high and broad-she knows she can do it, easy to kill mudblood for her, it is her sport.

She twirls her hair, nodding in agreement to herself with doe crazy eyes pleading to the Dark Lord, Draco sits in silence and disgust.

"No." Is the only answer Voldemort utters, he looks around the room as if deep in thinking, his piercing red gaze lowered when he sees Draco with his blank stare and face, emotionless. He is detached.

"I want you, my boy." His disgustingly long nails pointed to Draco, the paleness in his face spread even more, his eyes slashed with horror in split second before he grounds himself to normalcy. 

Show no emotions. Show no emotions. Show no emotions. Show no emotions. Show no emotions. Show no emotions. Show no emotions. Show no emotions.

"Yes, my Lord?" Draco clears his throat, nodding to Voldemort.

"You will infiltrate Hogwarts, meet her and kill her."

"How do you want me to do it? Quick or?" The pale looking man still has his blank stare with no emotions, but now his pale blue orbs focused on the Dark Lord.

"No. Slow. I want you to take your time, there is no need to rush my young boy." Voldemort hissed, his long nails petting Nagini, his beloved snake, "We have time... my friend here still need to do his bidding with the ministry, I want everything in my hands first before I make any more move. I want everything to conclude beautifully, gracefully." He continued, the snake is now traveling across the dining table before going back to her master.

Draco hates snakes.

"I want you to see Hogwarts, study how they protect the castle, find ways for us to get in without causing any ruckus, befriend her... asks her questions about the castle, about Harry Potter. Whatever you need to do as a genius young boy to make my plan a success, I will reward your family a fortune." Voldemort nods, he keeps nodding slowly as if wanting Draco to understand what he meant without ever needing to repeat, he loves it when his followers just understand him.

He hates needing to teach them anything, or guide them. 

"But my Lord, he is in Durmstrang now doing his last semester and I-" Lucius Malfoy's voice is shaking, very much apparent that he is scared to voice out his opinions but he fears nothing more than Draco Malfoy being a student in Hogwarts.

He did his best to send his little boy to Durmstrang, his enough power and money he has succeeded in sending him away where only pureblood enters the school, distancing his only son from the hogwash of Hogwarts.

Voldemort stops his motion on touching Nagini, yet his red gaze still remains in the skin of his beautiful snake. The corner of his mouth lifts up, and it shut Lucius immediately with whimpers of apologies he uttered, hiding behind his long silver hair.

Draco doesn't hear the crackling sound of the woods anymore, the fire has burned out long time ago for that the entire dining room has gone colder, shivers running down his spine to his ankles. It's cold, he hates cold. He hates Durmstrang.

Cold. Durmstrang is cold. Latched on the alps of snow and ice. He hates cold.

He feels cold.

Draco shifts uncomfortably, hugging himself softly, trying to warm up.

"You start tomorrow, Draco..." Voldemort stands behind him, he doesn't notice his moves... yet what to expect from a man like him, is he even a man at all. Draco hears Voldemort whispers before he vanished into thin air with Nagini, never to be seen until he is called upon or he calls. He feels warmer now, better, his paleness gone.

Tomorrow is the new start of year, he finds himself dragged to eight year in Durmstrang already, what a great surprise. Every year he comes back to that school he wishes he can somehow kill himself so that he can escape the heavy feeling on his chest that is twisted like a rust screw.

He doesn't like Durmstrang, he wants to be in Hogwarts for his childhood friends all went to that school, he was separated from the kids ever since they were just ten going eleven, he hasn't seen them for a long time as well for their schedules somehow clashes. Zabini, Nott, Parkinson, those are his friends whom he misses dearly. 

Before he gets up from his seat, the fireplace burns with green fire, floo from who?

As if the universe answers Draco's mind, Igor Karkaroff appears from the fireplace, he is a notorious Death Eater who has been the headmaster of Durmstrang for a while now. Nobody is brave enough to knock him down, some whispers are saying that he is part of the Death Eater, which is foremost true, but no one believes that Voldemort is back.

"You, young man, apologies for the sudden plan but I have already arranged your move to Hogwarts. Temporary of course, your father begged me not to move you permanently so I talked with Dumbledore that my smartest student in the final year will be joining Hogwarts for a student exchange kind of thing, I don't know that he is that dumb and oblivious to accept you maybe it's the age talking."

He laughed, taking the scotch from the small table near the fire place before gulping it down like it is water. He has the energy to talk for a long time, quickly as well, Draco doesn't like him tad bit.

"Thank you, sir. Father, mum." Draco nods to each one of them, but only kisses his mother on the cheek. He leaves the dining room and closed the door behind him, before he sighs the longest breath, his eyes are trailing along the hallway of his manor. He feels weird, as if he is excited.

He looks down to his sweaty palms before squeezing them, he feels more alive than ever.

[astoryofpauline]

Fic rec Friday

Year of the Lioness by HeavenlyDrew

The war is over. For Draco Malfoy that means a fresh start at Durmstrang: an unplottable fortress high up in the mountains, isolated from the world and a thousand miles from all he hated at Hogwarts. A place where the Dark Mark remains a badge of honor. Where Unforgivables are practiced openly. Where Mudbloods have never been admitted. At least until Hermione goes and ruins everything.

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This one is amazing, y'all. Dark academia, Durmstrang!Draco, a real enemies to lovers, slow burn with insane sexual tension, a commentary on racism and bigotry, and all of this in Draco's POV.

I can't stop thinking about this story.

This is still a WIP but there's already 189k words out there, so check it out, even if you prefer complete stories. DO IT NOW!! It's SO GOOD!!

[sodamnradd]

Strike A Match, Let Him Burn | AO3

one shot / 4k words / written for @pumpkinspiceficfest

When Draco returns home from Durmstrang, he falls into a hard and fast sexual relationship with the beautiful witch he meets at the bar. The only issue is that she’s a Mudblood, and he’s a Malfoy.

He arrives at her flat past midnight on Saturday, drunk, staggering, reeking of desperation. He pushes her up against the wall and clutches her throat. Presses his nose at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, inhales deeply. “Did he touch you?” She shuts her eyes, revels in the weight of him against her. Idiot, she thinks. Can’t you see how much you care for me? “I kissed him,” she admits, because it’s the truth and because she wants to hurt him. He has wounded her since the very beginning of this arrangement. She just didn’t realise it until it was too late. He is looking for a wife. It is his familial duty to get married. But not to a Muggle-born witch like her. Her attraction blinded her to him. Blinded by his intelligence, the way he seemed to genuinely care about her interests, her work, the advice nobody else in her life had the knowledge to give her. He went to Durmstrang. Shouldn’t that have told her everything she needed to know? They were doomed from the start. He stares at her mouth like it has committed a personal crime against him. His grip tightens around her throat. Her breath catches as she struggles to breathe. His face crumples like he might cry.  “Hermione.” It sounds like he has met his edge. 

[enselius]

Let The Dark In, Chapter 20 by @senlinyuwrites

[catgotcaught]

"...it’s not creepy to know where he’s headed. She can’t help having a good memory, and one glance at his timetable was enough to send her in the right direction, unwavering even as she pushes against the flow of students."

In Red | witchsoup