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[obsessedwithrandomthings-deacti]

To all Harry Potter fic writers,

@hufflefluff-writer and I were planning on creating a group chat with people who write for this fandom. Just as a safe space to discuss ideas, prompts, requests, just share your work or rant!

It would be a fun, no pressure zone! You can participate or not, it's up to you!

If anyone's interested, reblog this! And once we have a few people we'll this started! Thankyou!!!

[fanficflaneuse]

This sounds amazing! I want to be part of this 😍😍

[thatonedracostan]

may I? 👀👉👈

[pourrii]

in the slytherin common room

[darthanckin]

“I’m Draco Malfoy, I’m Draco, I’m on your side!“

[blvnk-art]

don’t you ever think

“i’m going to read so many intellectual, clever, classic, sophisticated books that my eyes will bleed”

and the next minute you’re trying to find smut on ao3

[truelahey]

Just so we’re clear: this blog does not support JKR or her transphobic and disrespectful tweets/thoughts. The wizarding world and the Potter fandom are for all people, as is the real world. Trans folks and everyone under the queer umbrella are valid, you exist, and I see you and respect you. JKR is not the be-all-end-all of the wizarding universe. You belong in this fandom more than she does. 

[thatonedracostan]

He stepped forward to kiss her deeply again. A departure.

“Goodbye, Draco,” she breathed when they broke apart, eyes fluttering open to look at him one last time.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

eek I don't usually post my artworks in tumblr but I'm posting this one because La Seine is and will always be my favorite oneshot by @acciodracoo hi HAHA

also that's my hp sona aka the character I use whenever I want to draw self insert artworks _(:з」∠)_ (check my art here if u want)

Also sorry for the lack of content I swear I'm gonna try finishing my drafts and post em soon I just need a little push also I'm lowkey busy for "college prep"

I used a screenshot from the video that inspired evi to write the story as reference for this!!

[acciodracoo-deactivated20210704]

Turn (20)

A/N: INDEX. Enjoy ;)

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: language, sexual themes and references, angst, violence/control (dueling & Imperius) and !!!!**blatant objectification and very plain and overt references to and allusions to non-con. not anything that happened, but making reference to things that would happen, under certain dystopian circumstances. three guesses who says it. lmao

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[thatonedracostan]

IAKDJSKSKSJJS I HAVE NO WORDS LEFT TO SAY SO HERES A VISUAL OF HOW I FELT READING THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER

[glisseoo]

tale as old as time (1)

kindness outweighs cruelty

a/n // yooo welcome to my rewrite!! i am v excited about this upload 🤩 also this may be a slow intro and everything but don’t worry, it picks up in the next chapter :)

happy birthday sunshine!! @fanficflaneuse

word count // 2k

warnings // lols none that i can think of, character imprisonment & fake death

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[thatonedracostan]

I AM SCREAMING THIS IS SO GOOD IM 🥺💕💕 cant wait for the next part!!!!!

[thatonedracostan]

HOW WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY??? :)

WKDKAKSKS EVI U SURPRISED ME

It was great!!! I didn't really have any visitors (except for my best friend who i told u about, the one who gave me that gigantic draco poster) since it's still lowkey quarantine, but I had fun since I finally got to see her after three months _(:з」∠)_ THANK U FOR ASKING AKDKSKS

[acciodracoo-deactivated20210704]

Since you didn't *specifically* mention it, other than saying he was angry, what's ur headcanon on how Draco reacted to seeing MC and Terry kissin? (If u aren't busy ofc)🤍

You have caused brain leakage😉 Drabble ahead! (Pls excuse errors once again with ask drabbles I write them on the fly lol)

for @thatoneasrastan, because it has come to my attention that it is her BIRTHDAY TOMORROW, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUUUUUUU!!!!!!

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“Draco! Hey!”

Draco stopped in his tracks and turned at the sound of Pansy’s voice. He stuffed his hands in his pockets to hide the fact that they were shaking. They’d been shaking for hours and he hadn’t been able to get it to stop.

“What?” he drawled. “Why aren’t you up in the Head Dorm, Pansy?”

“Looking for you, idiot,” she said, scathingly. “What are you doing down here?”

Draco shuffled his feet and avoided her eyes. “I’ve been—walking.”

Pansy sighed, and her voice got gentler. “You’ve also gone to Slughorn again.”

Draco glared at her. “Fuck off.”

“Please don’t tell me he actually gave you more.”

Draco didn’t answer.

Pansy’s face twisted. “What a fucking idiot. Both of you are fucking idiots. You just asked for so many vials only three days ago! Is he not asking why you’re taking so much of it? Does he not care?”

“He doesn’t think it’s all for me,” Draco muttered. “I said fuck off, Pansy.”

“I will not,” she snapped.

“You will.” Draco’s voice was hard and his eyes blazed at her. “Unless you’d rather help ease my mind and do some of the torturing next time?”

Pansy’s mouth opened and closed a few times before she seemed to regain the ability to speak. “You rushed off afterward,” she said quietly. “I wanted to say—you know I appreciate you stepping in. I just—she looked at me and I couldn’t—”

“It’s wonderful you have that choice,” Draco said, voice acidic as he turned to stalk away. He heard Pansy’s feet hurrying to keep up and she fell into step at his side.

“Draco,” she said earnestly, “You did the right thing.”

Then why didn’t you do it? Draco thought, bitterly.

Parvati Patil twisting and screaming under the influence of his Curse flashed behind his eyelids, and he shuddered, feeling a particularly strong rush of self-hatred that he was unfortunately no stranger to nowadays.

The image of Y/N sobbing into Terry Boot’s shirt also danced through his brain, and it felt like a punch straight to the gut.

Draco’s voice got dark. “Not tonight, Pansy. I’m really not in the fucking mood.”

“Not in the mood for what? To be made to feel better?” She sounded both incredulous and exasperated.

Draco was tempted to round on her and yell, to just get all of his pent up frustration out somehow, but instead he just ignored her and picked up the pace of his footsteps. Once he was in Head Tower he could at least lock himself in his room and not have to talk about it anymore.

He and Pansy rounded a corner and went a few paces before Draco glanced up and suddenly stopped dead.

His chest tightened so much it was painful, and then it promptly collapsed.

Y/N was in the corridor, and she was—

Being snogged. By Terry fucking Boot.

The wanker even had a hand on her face.

If Draco could spit venom, he would have. He felt the wave of anger rise up and crash over him, hard; so hard it made him almost dizzy, and all he could do was stand there for a moment and stare. His fingers twitched toward his wand.

Draco was well aware that he wasn’t technically allowed to be upset about this.

He had, after all, just had a conversation with Y/N recently about space. He had told her he would keep out of her business with Boot.

Somehow, this did not help.

It actually just made his rage so much worse.

“What’s this?”

Pansy’s voice broke Draco’s vivid stream of furious imaginings, which were mostly revolving around sprinting forward, wrapping his fingers around Boot’s neck, and tightening. Or perhaps taking the hand that was daring to touch her face and crushing his fingers one by one.

They jumped and broke apart, their eyes finding Draco and Pansy.

Boot’s expression immediately became defiant. Draco longed to march over and wipe that look right off. Preferably with his fist. Or a well placed hex. He began to shake. All of his pent up rage was threatening to spill over.

Clear your mind, Draco chanted. Don’t look too angry. You promised her. And you’re supposed to be letting her go.

He wasn’t quite able to keep a slight sneer from curling his lip as he observed Boot, but he was able to shove down the anger relatively successfully with Occlumency.

When he felt more stable, Draco let his eyes slide to Y/N.

His heart did a painful twist in his chest. She was already looking at him, biting her lip and looking both incredibly mortified and apologetic.

That look of apology also made Draco feel worse.

Draco pursed his lips and glanced away.

You promised, he told himself again.

“What the hell do you think you two are doing?” Pansy was saying angrily. “Do you want the Carrows to hear that you’re shirking duties to snog?”

“We’re not!” Y/N argued, throwing Pansy an extremely dirty look but still looking embarrassed. “Our patrol is over!”

“Then you go the fuck back to your dormitories!” snapped Pansy.

“It’s not curfew yet,” said Boot. “We’re not doing anything wrong, Parkinson, so butt out.”

Draco wasn’t quite sure what it was that made him snap and start to rush forward. Perhaps it was the smug little look on Boot’s face. Or the image of his lips on Y/N’s that flitted through Draco’s head again, sending both agony and rage through him like spikes. Still, Draco was sure to keep his face as calm as possible. “Ten points from Ravenclaw, Boot,” he said, roughly, hoping his voice wasn’t shaking.

“What the actual fuck? Why?” asked Boot.

For putting your filthy fucking mouth and hands on her.

“Your robes are wrinkled,” he said instead, being sure to drag his eyes over the other man with as much disdain as he could possibly manage and feeling a petty, vicious pleasure at the look of furious indignation on Boot’s face. He felt Y/N’s eyes on him, but he refused to look at her. He didn’t think he could bear to look at those wide, apologetic eyes again. Even worse was her slightly swollen lips.

I’m supposed to do that, Draco thought desperately. In another world, that would be me. I’d take better care of her, I’d be better, I’d tell her, I’d get her back—

But this was not that world. So Draco just drawled to Boot, “You’re a prefect. Look like it from now on.” And then he hurried off. He was sorely tempted to knock his shoulder against Boot’s as he passed, but was miraculously able to resist.

Draco was thankful once he was out of sight of the others. Composing his face to something more careless had been horribly difficult. And he now was also free to let his hands shake again without fearing that someone would notice.

He got quite far before he heard Pansy’s footsteps practically running after him.

“Draco! Draco—”

“Pansy, I’m just exhausted. Be quiet.” Draco’s voice was hard and cold.

“Listen—”

“Don’t fucking talk to me right now!” Draco hissed, stopping and turning on her, eyes flashing. Pansy was almost never intimidated by his anger, but whatever she saw on his face just then made her eyes widen and her mouth shut.

Draco felt her eyes flicking to him all the way up to Head Tower.

Several times, Pansy opened her mouth as if to say something, but then seemed to decide against it. She just hurried to keep up with Draco’s extremely quick pace.

Once inside their Head Tower, he whipped out his wand, whirled to the right, and jabbed it furiously at a vase in the corner.

Draco delighted in watching it explode into hundreds of tiny pieces.

It was almost soothing to make something chaotic happen, to see something break that at least vaguely represented his insides; to have one moment where he didn’t always have to be so bloody calm and blank and composed.

What he wouldn’t give to duel Terry fucking Boot.

“Draco!” Pansy’s voice was both shocked and scandalized.

“I’ll clean up tomorrow,” he spat, eyes blazing. “Don’t disturb me.”

And with that, Draco stalked up to his room, smashing one more vase on his way.

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I dont know why I'm telling u this but tomorrow is my birthday and last week I joked around my friends telling them "if you're not getting me a Draco standee for my birthday, are we really friends." and deadass just earlier one of my best friends sent me a pic of her working on a gigantic DIY poster of Draco (not a standee but the size is almost similar to one) and I'm crying ohmygod KADKKKD 😭😭

ummm you're telling me this because that's awesome?!?! ahaha what is true friendship if not that

and you know what I'm currently doing something that I will dedicate to you as an early birthday present so pls hold😁

[thatonedracostan]

[saurons]

perhaps in Slytherin,

you’ll make your real friends

[missdawnandherdusk]

Draco’s Boundaries Headcanons (before the Dark Mark):

When you first start talking to him you notice he flinches around your faster movements

And when you draw your wand, pointing it at him to heal his broken nose/hand/arm from a quidditch accident and he about sobs, you realize that you really need to talk to him

You tell him your observations and he’s quiet, ashamed

You ask what does he need to feel safe around you

He’s quiet a moment, thoughtful

He doesn’t like his shoulders touched, nor his collarbones.

The backs of his arms along with his upper arms are off limits for now

Touching his hair is out of the question presently

If it’s above his elbows at all he doesn’t want to be touched

He’s just so scared of the wrong sort of touch

You also, unbeknownst to him start working hard at getting good with magic without your wand so that you can fix him up or do whatever he needs without him flinching away

So you start slow.

He can hold your hand, that’s easy for him

He slips his into yours most often—sitting beside him in the library, walking in the halls, in class when he’s stressed about a new topic, when you two are at hogsmeade when he has to face Voldemort and his parents in the Battle of Hogwarts

It becomes his favorite thing, your hands. They’re scarred with failed spells and calloused where you grip your wand, your nails could be painted or not, short or long, he didn’t care, he loved that your hands had never once acted in hatred or anger against him

When he was too stressed to talk about what was happening at home or with the war, he’d simply take your hand

You eventually let him doodle on your with a “stupid muggle pen” when he needs the distraction

And Draco’s not so afraid of your touch anymore

It’s a quiet night of studying when you reach out, the question in your eyes: can I touch?

He gives a small nod, anxiety gripping his chest and your gentle voice in his mind reminding him it’s okay

You raise your hands, showing him that they’re empty (save the drawing of flowers he had done earlier)

Slowly you reach out and place your fingertips to the lapel of his blazer, his collarbone underneath

He flinched, ready to be yanked or thrown, but it doesn’t come

Your hand slips under his jacket and he takes a shakey breath in. Your hand was now splayed out across his chest and shoulder

He closed his eyes, trying not to panic

Your hands slips away

“Thank you,”

It’s slow progress. Very slow. It takes weeks for you to ask him again—this time it’s after quidditch practice

Now both of your hands were rubbing the knots out of his shoulders and they felt heavenly wearing away the years of fears bit by bit

He leaned into your touch after practice from that night on. It took a few times, but he finally let you touch his bare skin it was just too hot to keep a shirt on and he craved your touch

Then there was a new feeling on the back of his neck— a soft kiss

It made him shudder, chills running through his skin at the pure adoration the gesture held

Laying under the stars one night at the Manor, you lean over him. He’s expecting you to kiss him—he never kissed you before, but now he wasn’t so scared to

But instead you press your lips to his collarbone, and another one to the hollow of his shoulder, then where his neck met his shoulder, anywhere you could get to, your lips pressed to his skin

He melted into the blanket, closing his eyes and forcing his breathing to be steady for another reason

These kisses become sacred to him.

He starts to adore your lips as he adores your hands. Never once had they shouted at him, or spoken an unkind degrading word. No, they brought a beautiful smile and intoxicating kisses now that he actually felt safe enough to kiss you

Whenever you’re afraid or he needs you, he pulls you into his grasp, your height perfect to press a kiss against his collarbone—a gentle reminder that there was more than hatred in the world and that not every touch was evil

He hated anyone else touching him still, and could never truly be rid of his reflex to recoil but you held a soft place in his mind

He could finally dance with you the “muggle” way where you’d just lay your head in his shoulder and he was so happy to just sway you around the kitchen in the middle of the night

Piggyback rides, swimming, riding on a broom together, hugs—things you had given back to him

Things he didn’t have since he was a small child before everything went to hell

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[kidovna]

At this point, Scorpius could throw anything Draco’s way and he wouldn’t try to change a thing about his son. Draco loves him too much to do that and sees too much of Astoria in him 💚

For HP Pride Month - Week 1 prompt: Coming Out

[swellio]

take your time, they said.

the words will come to you, they said.

[avendell]

Pansy 🌹

[war-sword]

if you’re a Turn reader you’re confirmed to be EXTREMELY dehydrated. please drink some water.