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[gotmadison]



“𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧”

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

listen, we all know malfoy is a major jerk, but i feel like he would have a HUGE soft spot for you. especially since he has to keep up his tough guy attitude around his friends and other members of his house.

he would want to spend as much time with you outside of the castle as possible. - inviting you to the manor, sitting in the grass in the back yard, picking flowers to arrange for his room as it seemed too dark and sad.

he would shy away from your affection, sometimes even sending you cold stares from across the dining hall or as passing by, but you knew this was just a ploy to protect you from ridicule.

outside of school, he would be an entirely different person - wanting to hold you close, or even be held for once by you. asking if he could also help you pick flowers, making sure his father was nowhere to be seen.

draco seems like a dick, but the more you get to know him, the more you fall. yes, a facade of what he is outside of school is enough to make anyone fall, but he would be able to open up to you - thinking you would be one to understand always being looked at as an inferior house.

i feel like this relationship, although seemingly unpossible, would be the best fit for draco in his journey to mature, and become a better person.

he would look at you like you were the most important thing in the entire world, as if you brought the world happiness, brought the butterflies to the dark malfoy manor, and bring back all the color into his gray life.

i also think narcissa would approve solely because of the sight of him after leaving you, even for a short amount of time - he would be heartbroken not to have you close

i dont think draco would be into couple pet names, moreso referring to eachother as literary characters who had an enemies to lovers troupe. he isnt one for affection, but he is one for secrets between you both. this would be his one way of keeping you close without being overbearing like his father.

[gotmadison]

“𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧”

𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦

oh, you know how much i love my sweet baby boy neville. and he’s widely loved amongst our women, men, and nb’s of the harry potter fandom.

when it comes to ravenclaws, neville is a bit more shy than usual - he feels as though he isnt smart enough or interesting enough to spark a conversation with the house.

nevilles interests, not limited to plants, range into the book arena and i feel like that’s one thing as a ravenclaw we value most. knowledge and the exploration for more.

i see neville being extremely excited about the day you came, sat next to him in the library during the bustling lunch hour when many others decide to mess around.

he would be shocked at the fact you chose to spend your hour with him, as many of his friends spend theirs playing outside or horsing around - you both collectively stay inside to soak up a good novel.

you would be the one doing the most talking, slightly having a flirtatious tone in your words, poking and egging neville on to continue havint a conversation.

over time, he would loosen up, even being invited to spend a night over in the ravenclaw commons studying for the dada upcoming exam.

neville would fit in perfectly with the house, and although his well deserved spot as a gryffindor would not change - he found it easier to blend in with people who cared not of victory or name status, but moreso with those who found solemn through intangible things.

he would be extremely quick to ask you on study dates after a while, just assuming you would drop everything for him. and, of course you would. there was nothing you loved more than your darling and a good novel.

study dates! study dates! study dates! oh, and dont forget about the trips to the herbology ward to test and check up on the newer species of plants growing in.

as a sweet gift, neville would bring by a potted plant, or even vines to hang inside of your dormitory, and in return, a blind bag of books to read with their covers taped over in parchment. a “blind date with a book.” in return.

overall, dating neville is like dating your best friend, your inner monolouge, the one person who is never going to stray too far. and i think he would be the type of person to be willing to recreate the romance from many classical pieces of literature such as romeo and juliet, pride and prejudice, etc.

[gotmadison]

“cigarette daydreams”

WARNING: 18+, sex

𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦

his hands slowly glided against your skin, barely even making a sound as the hair against your arms perked up. “if.. you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to..” he mumbled, his doe eyes pointed forwards at you, lips slightly ajar as you sat at the head frame of his small twin bed. “neville, we’re already here.. why not? you know i love you.. and.. and this wont change how i feel about you. neville if we could leave now, i would marry you. you are my forever.” you begged, hands placed upon his thighs. you glanced downwards, slowly dragging your nails across his brown corduroy colored pants, reaching his hips. “you know it’ll be alright, don’t you? you won’t hurt me.” his hands quickly fling from your body, onto the sides of his button up. “you are sure? 100% sure, right?” he stutters, fiddling with the ends of his cuff. “hurry up and kiss me.” you snapped, pulling his face towards yours, connecting your lips in a fluid motion. he slowly moves you downwards, laying on top of the small twin bed, throwing every distraction off, focusing his attention on removing his collared shirt. “i’m.. i’m sorry i can’t seem to remove this!” he groans, creating a battle between him and the collared shirt. “neville, don’t you want a little help?” you smirk, pulling him back down, almost popping each button as you continue your battle for dominance throughout the breathy kisses. he slowly inches closer, wrapping your legs more around his waist, pressing himself against you. in a fit of anticipation he lets out a small groan, eyes widening as he notices you letting a small smile peek through your lips. through the kisses you mumble, “don’t you want to see what i’m wearing?” and with those few words, a different switch is turned, neville rushes to move backwards, delicately removing the buttons from your top, pressing soft kisses beneath the peaks of skin flushing through as the shirt slowly falls to the floor. “neville, c’mon.. i.. i don’t think i have the strength to continue on this slow..” you squeaked. you could feel his smile pressed against your lower abdomen as he tugged harshly onto your pants. “what was that? you want me to move slower?” he said, obviously teasing you as he slowly moved his fingers across your hip bones, undoing the buttons ever so slowly. “you know i don’t like to be teased, longbottom. not here, not now.” you interject, pushing your hips forward to help guide the process along. in a swift motion, he was able to remove your pants as well as your undergarments. he dips his head down, slowly pushing your legs towards the sides, and in a quick motion before he began kissing your clit to be gentlemanly. his tongue is careful at first, experimental lickes before he lays his tongue flat - with a soft rhythm, slowly increasing his pace to your pleasure. he begins to speed up, his speed the only testament on how far he may push you as you began to twitch, dragging your fingers through his hair in a rash motion. the knot in your stomach becoming more and more wound up as he continues, lapping his tongue against your clit, locking eyes with you as he enjoys his view. “oh.. neville.. please.. hurry..” you breathe out, the words coming out airy and flustered sounding. you can feel your cheeks going a deep ruby again, embarrassed but also too turned on to whimp out now, reaching your climax as you grab his head, pulling him in closer to finish, your legs becoming weak within his grasp. when he pulls back from your lips, there’s a small string of saliva connecting you two still, broken only when he speaks in an unsure tone, “did... did i do good, y/n?” you are left speechless as you try to regain your breath, heart pounding as you rest backwards onto your elbows, “good?”, you breathe out, “that was... amazing..” his eyes shoot up with pupils dilated, “do you.. think we could go further?” he mumbles over his words, wiping his cheeks, staring back at your breathless state. “now that we’ve started, i don’t think we could stop..”

[gotmadison]

“golden”

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

the sunlight casts an unexpected glow against your skin as you travel down the skinny alleyways of diagon alley, hand in hand with harry. you never felt like holding hands with him was anything more, but as you pulled him in closer, making sure he followed closer, his hand starts to sweat. “harry? are you alright? we’re almost to the shops.” you say, trying to be louder than the rustle and rumble on the cobblestone streets. “brilliant really..” he interjects, allowing you to keep holding his hand closer towards your body, keeping him within inches of your side. “ah, finally! we’re here.. what are you waiting for? come on.” you spit, laughing as he seems to become more pale entering the bookshop. “now, we have to find our requirements... but also.. theres a potion book we have to find. i want to try out something when we get back.” you look towards harry as he messes with his hoodie strings, looking all about. “harry, are you even listening?” his eyes widen, nodding his head and letting a small chuckle escape his lips. “come on then.” you giggle, taking a hold of his hand again. once you have acquired all of your required resources, you find yourself in the small of the attic based bookshop with harry, virtually no one around. “why are you so sweaty? i told you not to wear the hoodie. it was going to be a nice day and all of these bodies surrounding us wouldn’t make it any colder, you silly boy.” you laugh, poking him in his shoulder. “it’s not that... it’s... well..” he stumbled over his words, taking a quick glance around the room as he steps forward in a rash motion, placing his hand against your cheek while the other rests tightly onto your hip, luring you in closer to his body, connecting lips as he does. you raise your eyebrows in shock, continuing to go along with the kiss. slowly fluttering your eyes as he continues kissing you, your lips moving fluidly together as if it were meant to be. he slowly pulls apart, keeping his hand against your cheek as he looks at you, placing your forehead against his - “was.. was that okay?” he stutters. “yes... you dummy..!” you laugh, looking across the room to make sure no one was coming before pulling back in for yet another kiss.

[gotmadison]

“homebodies”

𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦

“neville! wake up!” you sing cheerfully, placing your hands on neville’s shoulders as you shake him slightly. “neville! my sweet boy! my lover boy! my one and only true love! please wake up i am so bored without your company!” you sing out as neville cracks a small smile towards you, eyes still closed as a sign of fight left in him. a sigh comes out of you as you move down, poking his stomach and sides. “neville! wakey wakey! come on... i’ll make you pancakes.. and maybe we could.. and i know you hate it, but.. the den needs cleaning! we need to clean up, we live a mess.” you cry out, neville slowly opening his eyes. he lets out a soft groan as he breaks a smile, placing his hands to cover his eyes and wipe in a circular motion. “i’m awake... barely..” he says, looking up at you in a dazed way. “but y/n.. you know i hate cleaning! it makes my hands smell of bleach and sadness..” he pouts, puckering his lower lip. you laugh, rolling off of his lap and laying down beside him as he cries out again. “too bad, mr. longbottom.” you slowly sit up, resting on your elbows. “c’mon.. we have work to do.” you say, sitting upwards, reaching towards the sky in a stretching motion. you stand up, slipping on your robe and stepping into your slippers. “c’mon neville. wash your face, brush your teeth, and head down to the kitchen. we start at 0800!” you yell, walking towards the stairs into your small, but quaint kitchen. you smile as the aroma of fresh air and the fall leaves cascading outside of the newly opened windows illuminate the air. ever since you both graduated, you have felt like there is a weight lifted off of your shoulders. you both are now able to live in harmony, sleeping together in your new bed, and taking care of the sweet plants displayed around the house. you began watering the plants around the flat, spraying each one with the proper amounts of water, making sure to whisper sweet words to each plant - ensuring the longevity of each being. neville clammers down the stairs, groaning as he wishes each plant a good morning. “thank you for joining me, mr. longbottom. want to join me in making pancakes? blueberry or chocolate for the day, honey?” you said, speaking sweetly to him as he begins to pull out the ingredients to create your masterpiece. “hmm... lets do... blueberry. those sound so good. oh! and maybe after.. we can skip cleaning and head to diagon alley? i was looking into getting a new book, maybe something to help push our studies on herbology?” he pouts, anticipation in his eyes as he awaits your call. you dramatically sighed, pouring the flour into a sifter and adding baking soda. “i mean..”, you huffed out, turning to a smile, “of course we can, baby.”

[gotmadison]

“cinnamon sugar kisses”

𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

the aroma of sweet, sweet cinnamon spread through the weasley house like an infection, the seemingly million tall foot ceilings danced with decoration of the autumnal season. as you sat up, you felt ron pull his arms back around your body, causing you to fall forward. he groans softly, mumbling words of nonsense into your ear as you begin the grueling process of waking up. “don’t move, i’m too comfortable.. and you’re my heater.” he groans, trying to pull you closer in towards his body. you sigh, knowing you will never win in a fight against sleepy ron, so, alas you give in. laying your head onto his chest, curling upwards into his stature. pressing soft kisses against his neck, his lips stand slightly ajar. “y/n.. what are you doing..” he faintly speaks, barely any moment from his mouth as the words flow out. “waking you up, silly.” you chuckle, placing your hand at the small of his back. “do you smell cinnamon? i do..” your words full of inquiry and excitement as you full awake, stretching out your arms and legs. you slap onto the side of the tall ginger man beside you, “wake up. get dressed. i’m sure mrs. weasley needs help downstairs.” you imply, kissing him on his palm before grabbing your robe, slipping on comfy red slippers and heading downstairs. soon, the aroma strengthens, the inviting embrace of molly wraps around you like a hug made from angels. “goodmorning dear, i hope i didn’t wake you, ron and the boys i care not much about their sleep! did you enjoy your first night here?” she questions, flipping over the freshly baked cinnamon rolls. “i did! thank you mrs. weasley. i really appreciate you letting me spend the holidays with you and your family. please let me know if there is anything i can do to lessen your load.” you smile, moving your hair away from your eyes as you speak, letting out a few giggles. “dearest, please call me molly! you’re practically the closest thing i have to a daughter, besides ginny i’m all alone! age differences you know?” laughter between you both fills the already familial home, subsequently waking the rest of the pack up, to have all of the boys and ginny run doen the stairs in a fit of hunger, begging for a cinnamon roll first thing in the morning. ron descends the stairs just as fast as his elder brothers, walking straight towards his mother and wishing her a good morning. he walks back towards the kitchen where you stand, bestowing a sweet peck on the top of your head before stealing a sweet treat along with his brothers. “i guess we might have to make more, mrs.we- molly.” you stutter, smiliny with humility painted across your face.

[gotmadison]

“𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐧”

ron weasley headcannon

i think ron would be the best cuddle partner ever, would totally want you to be the big spoon.

he would love to have you wrap your arms around him, making him feel super safe.

if roles were reversed, he’d put his head in the crook of your neck, occasionally peppering kisses along your jaw and neck.

i feel like ron is the type to be extremely affectionate and clingy towards his partner, but would respect their boundaries.

growing up in an affectionate home, his love language would be physical touch. and anyway to show his love for you - he would do.

he’d probably lace his fingers together with yours as you napped, squeezing your hand whenever he had a nightmare.

cuddles after class that turned into a super long nap? heaven! and theres one thing he’d want after sleeping for so long... probably a snack.

you better have snacks on hand for after cuddle sessions, before cuddle sessions, hangouts, drop bys, etc.

he would totally barge into your dorm (singular or shared, he wouldnt care) and beg for you to hug him or kiss him.

he would get really shy if you started kissing him across his cheeks or his nose, and he’d love for you to baby him.

he’d love cute names like baby, or honey, something to show possessiveness without being gross.. hehe..

he’d love to cuddle underneath blankets, placing his hands all over you, pulling you even closer into him.

i think he’d value cuddle time and REQUIRE it to happen at least three times a day.

overall i think he would be the best person to cuddle with, and even better to have as a partner.

[gotmadison]

“secret rooms”

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

soft hands pressed against your back as you sniffled, trying to perk up as he asks in a soft way, “y/n? what happened?” his eyes began to dilate, kneeling down to become eye level with you. your ran your hands against your hair, combing through to make sure you didn’t look like a total train-wreck. “nothing.. i’m fine it’s.. it’s just the girls in my room..” you squeak, his hand still resting upon your shoulder as you glance up at him. he looks puzzled, “what did they do?” he began to remove his hand, cracking his knuckles as he thinks over all of the possibilities of what the blasted girls could have done to you. “pansy.. she just.. she doesn’t know when to stop..” you manage to sniffle out, “she’s.. well.. she’s been a cunt to me since i arrived.. and draco, you know i wouldn’t hurt a fly.. but she fuels a different type of anger in me!” he nods, understanding the anger behind your soft spoken words. he places his hand out, gesturing for you to grab ahold of it. “come on, let’s go for a walk.” he suggests, making a quick glance over your figure. “it will be good for both of us.” he interjects, grabbing onto your smaller palm and lifting you up. “draco.. i don’t see how a walk will make me feel better.” you sigh deeply, intertwining your fingers with his. it was already becoming past curfew, if you both had been caught, especially while intertwined together - the world would have stopped on its axis. “not with that attitude it wont.” he smirks, guiding you towards a room, which, is hidden behind a giant portrait. he speaks a soft murmur towards said picture, allowing entrance into the room. “keep a look out really quick, babe.” you nod, turning your back towards him to make sure no supervision was around. while doing so, draco manages to open said door, latching a finger between your belt and pulling you in. “malfoy!” you squeak, almost getting caught in the act. “what? i wasn’t going to let you fall.” he chuckles, resting his hands upon your hips. “let’s sit, nobody will find us here and by the time they notice we aren’t in bed - it wont matter.” he smiles, a soft twinkle in his eyes emerges. ‘i wonder what he’s up to... what did he do now that he has to be so sweet to me.’ you thought, following him towards a black velvet cough. “so.. do you come here often?” you ask, looking upwards at the painted romantic ceilings. “my father told me about this place. he said he used to take mother here to sneak off.” he plays with his thumbs, “do you want to see something?” he questions, letting his lips fall ajar. you nod happily, beginning to feel the happiness flow back towards your body. “watch this.” he says, pulling out his wand and pointing it towards the fireplace. in doing so, he lights the fire and allows a soft warm glow

to seep through the dark room. with the more light taking over the darkness you are now able to capture more of the room in its glory. beautiful tall ceilings enclose you, a mirror in the middle of the room with a million photos spreading through the walls. large, bay windows on the side of the west wall. “draco.. this.. this place is beautiful.” your eyes scanning across the room. “you think?” he asks, walking towards the fire place, “wanna see another?”. with happiness in your eyes, you nod, “umm.. yes!” you giggle, him turning his back to you, emerging with a tray. “what’s that?” you question, tilting your head in confusion. he brings said tray over, placing it on the coffee table beside the couch. “tea. you look faint. drink.” he says, pouring a black porcelain cup of a faint brown liquid. “so, pansy.. eh?” he asks, allowing you to respond after you take a sip of the tea. “thank you.. and.. yeah..” you sigh, taking another sip. “this.. is really good.. thank you draco.” a smile falls across your lips as your nose began to warm with a bright flush. “i’ll take care of it.” he assures you, sitting down beside you. his awkward movements allow you to make a move, placing your cup down to scoot closer. “can we just.. sit here.. and be in each-others company more often?” you ask, resting your head onto his shoulder. he nods, a crimson blush spreading across his cheeks. “yeah.. um.. tomorrow, after class.. meet me here.” you nod, resting your head now onto his lap, sprawling out across him. “you know.. you’re the only person i can truly be myself with.” his eyes widen, “i.. i feel the same way..” he approves, running his fingers through your hair. “if only the boys could see you now.. they don’t know the real you.. do they?” you ask, creating eye contact with draco. “they don’t need to know me. only you do.” the heat from the fire surrounds the room, luring you into a soft slumber across his lap. in the morning, a soft light illuminates the chambers, you stretch your arms out in a soft fit, glancing around your shared room. “where.. where’s draco?” you question, seeing as you are back in your regular bed. you reminisce about last night, remembering the warmth from the fire as well as his fingers against your skin. suddenly, goosebumps arise all over your arms, “hey.. get up, we have class soon!” your friend yells, mid brushing their teeth and giggling at the fact that your hair is sticking every which way. you nod, hurrying towards the bathrooms to freshen up before class. pulling on your skirt as you walk out towards the great hall, finding your way past the secret door where you and draco once hung. you smile, remembering the night before as you find your seat in the back of your first class. you allow yourself to daydream as pansy walks into the classroom, sitting right across from you. “you weren’t in beds last night during role call.. where were you?” she snaps, pounding her first on the desk. “none.. none of your business, pansy. leave me be.” draco walks into the classroom with crabbe and goyle behind him, shooing them off as he walks behind pansy without her noticing. “move before i make you.” he snaps, brooding over her. “what? oh-... you two were together? oh that is rich.. i’ll be sure to let professor know his two students are sleeping together.” draco balls his hands into a fist and places them onto the table. “leave her alone and get out of here, speak nothing of this, or i will personally see to it that your time here is nothing but shit.” he spits, stepping closer to push her away. she groans, “you both deserve each-other... you know?” she soon grabs her things, moving towards the opposite ends of the room. he motions towards you, placing his hand under your chin, “are you okay, my love?” he says, forgetting where he is, letting out a cough so nobody notices or hears his concern. you giggle, “i’m alright. now.. go sit down.. and .... lets meet after class, yeah?” you ask, motioning him away as he smirks, winking at you before walking towards his seat.