#malfoyistic

[witchmanor]

reveal your inner Malfoy

[epeolxtry]

@malfoyistic cont. from here

He’d barely gotten his fingers halfway up her thigh before those honey-hued eyes of hers widened in surprise, hand shooting beneath the table to grab a hold of his wrist (like that would ever stop him). Toes curled and her back became pin straight, failing miserably at looking even half as casual as he did. 

“ Draco, ” she hissed it beneath her breath, cheeks beet red. Had he gone absolutely mad? That could be the only reasoning. How else was it possible for anyone to look so blasé with their hand up her knickers? “ We’re in public, ” and while the place was emptier than a crypt, Madame Pince still had a habit of popping up to scowl at some students whenever she bloody well pleased. 

[heartscfvalora]

@malfoyistic // cont.

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“No, darling, you didn’t embarrass me,” Astoria hastened to reassure him, letting Draco take her hand so that she could bring it to her lips and kiss the skin. “You had a natural reaction to a rather triggering topic of discussion. That’s not embarrassing, Draco, that’s just...trauma.”

They rarely spoke of the War. Of the things they had suffered through, Draco with the Death Eaters, and Astoria joining Dumbledore’s Army, being forced to torture her younger peers by the Carrows in an effort to play spy. Sometimes, if they felt safe enough, they could divulge a little bit of information, but otherwise they soothed each other from nightmares and just didn’t mention it the next day.

Coming to the Manor always had this effect on Draco. Astoria kept wondering if there would ever be a good time to request Draco try to not come back here anymore, as the place always upset him, purely for his own health. But for now, she would stay by his side. They could have this conversation when they’d return home.

Moving up, she gently kissed his cheek next. “You’re safe, because I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”

[justlikehermother]

“But I’m just saying, if anything happens to your father... maybe I’ve got a chance of becoming your step-father.”

“Okay, this was fun and nice and we were kind of getting along, but now you’re just brewing nightmare material… So, stop. Please. I like my Dad. And your son. And if I was dating my step father’s son. Nope. Nope. That’s weird.”

[potterroleplay]

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[dolce-vita25]

My boy loves his friends like I love my splitends, and by that I mean

He cuts 'em off

My boy

Don't love me like he promised

My boy

He ain't a man, and sure as hell ain't honest

[theacerbicprince]

How To Be Yourself

@malfoyistic

Severus had to confess that he was disappointed in Draco’s behaviour since he had arrived at Hogwarts. He had hoped that Draco would have began to stretch out his wings some more and begin to discover who he really was as a person but, sadly, he had continued to cling to the doctrine that had been forced into him since birth by the arrogance of Lucius that had demanded his son bring pride to the name of Malfoy. The notion had always seemed ridiculous to Severus even after years of being immersed in the expectations of pure blooded society. True, he had always had that chip on his shoulder, that target on his back due to his blood status but he was an intelligent man, he could see the flaws in the system, especially in the older families like the Malfoy’s. For Merlin’s sake, Draco was a child who had just finished his second year of Hogwarts where a basilisk had been sliding through the pipes and attacking students. He was going into his third year and he was going to be fast approaching a time in his life where a great many changes would be forced upon him, both physically and from his father. To be sure, Severus and Lucius were friendly and he had warmer inclinations towards Narcissa but that didn’t mean he would not criticise them on their rearing of a young boy with such great potential. Severus had seen the waste of talent and life over so many years and he was sick of it. He couldn’t do much for the likes of Crabbe, Goyle and Nott but Draco had a chance. 

Severus had apparated to the gates of Malfoy Manor earlier that day, deciding he was going to start sooner rather than later and had joined Narcissa in the garden for afternoon tea. He had sat there, arms folded across his chest, shoulders hunched and scowling into his cup of tea while Narcissa babbled on about some ridiculous piece of gossip she had heard from Avery’s wife that interested Severus about as much as a flobberworm. He had been reprimanded on scowling again and had used the sun as an excuse to explain his expression and the narrowing of his eyes. After entertaining Narcissa for one cup of tea, Severus had rose to his feet and respectfully insisted that he would have to prise himself away from her enchanting company in order to speak to Draco. 

Severus swept through the halls of the Manor, heading for Draco’s room. Thankfully Lucius was out on business with the Ministry meaning that Severus would not be interrupted and drawn into the drawing room and assaulted with brandy and reminiscing on ‘the good old days’. Lucius didn’t seem to understand that the past was something that could not be reclaimed and nor should it be viewed in a favourable light but, then again, he had been high in the Inner Circle of the Death Eaters, it was to be expected. 

Severus arrived at Draco’s room and knocked on the door, knuckles rapping sharply on the wooden surface. It may be summer and he was not here in his capacity as Head of Slytherin House or as Potions Master, but rather as a friend of the family. 

“Draco.” Severus called through the door, his tone naturally sharp but slightly quieter unlike back at Hogwarts where the syllables would ring in the corridors. 

[thestarinhiseyes]

Beauty and a Lack of Grace

@malfoyistic

Lyra could hardly believe that she was in the position she had found herself in. She had carried a torch for Draco for so long but she had never felt as though she could approach him and tell him how she felt. She feared his scorn and rejection and, even worse than that, she feared the repercussions of being rejected by the Prince of Slytherin, that repercussions name being Pansy Parkinson. Lyra wasn’t generally a person who felt hate in her heart but there were some exceptions and Parkinson was one of those exceptions. Still, Lyra wasn’t going to think about that. She was going to enjoy the time that she had with Draco. 

They had agreed to go to Hogsmeade and she had a spring in her step the entire walk down to the village. She had shrunk the roses that he had given her and stowed them in her cloak pocket. She would have carried them through the village, gripping onto them so tightly the thorns would cut her hand, but she didn’t want to be seen as the overdramatic type and she didn’t want to draw too much attention to them. 

As they had walked, she had prattled on about nonsense including her favourite books and her plans for the Schmidt family summer trip. This year they were going to Rome and Lyra was very excited about it. 

“Have you ever been to Rome before? I’ve only been once and I fell in love with it, not to the point I would want to live there. Berlin will always be my home.” She asked as they reached the village.