y'all could you help me finding a draco fic plsss ?😭😭 i've been looking for it i can't find it, so if you happen to know what i'm talking abt can you drop the link or the author?
so basically the story's set after astoria died and scorpius is like grieving, and he has a sister, which is us, and scorpius is basically irritated by us and draco because we're a daddy's girl and he suddenly let's out everything that he has been bottling and accidentally slips out that draco wanted us aborted jdjsjsjw,, qnd like after that incident y/n isn't as close to draco anymoree,, please help meee, i haven't finished it yet and i forgot to like it
pairings: draco malfoy x fem!reader, astoria greengrass x draco malfoy, theodore nott x fem!reader
warnings: shitty parents, inappropriate language, and cheating (not really but also cheating? — it’s complicated)
summary: a collection of volumes in which two people find unexpected sanctuary in the same horrendous burden they suffer, until their bond grows deeper and forbidden feelings develop as they become entangled in an illicit companionship and embark on a journey into passion and treachery.
author’s note: this is 4 @thehalfbloodedwitch @malfoysluvr & @hufflemoony since they chose this fic here. sorry it took long loves:( do not translate or paste this on another platform strictly everything belongs to me, do not claim it as yours, do not plagiarize, thank you.
word count: 7k (jexnrey being productive era)
VOLUME ONE: THE BEGINNING OF A BEAUTIFUL DISASTER
IT WAS THE same day, and the ambiance was tense and hostile. You dreaded going to the usual social pureblood events, where you'd barely interact with anyone and stick to your husband as the pretty and dutiful wife, forcing a smile on your face. Unease prickled inside you, consuming you completely and leaving only your flesh and façade to be seen by others.
You thought you'd be unfettered and have the independence you deserved after the war, but your parents were quick and efficient to give your hand to a man you vaguely knew and didn't even adore as soon as the war ended. It was such a hasty decision that you don't have time to object once the wedding plans have been set and you're practically betrothed to your husband. You looked down at your ring, horrified by the abrupt memory.
Being controlled was probably one of the things you despised as a child. You were raised in a restrictive household, and as an only child and a girl, you were nurtured to be a bride and married to a wealthy pureblood. It was torture; your parents claimed to be doing what was best for you, but was it really the best for you when their control suffocates you till you can't breathe?
You might have understood your parents if they had at least shown you some affection. When you were a child, though, you never got a genuine embrace or a kiss on the forehead; instead, you got the same infuriated glare or a pinch in your arm if you forgot one of your teachings or manners. They were harsh and brittle, and they were never your parents; rather, they were like strangers who just occupied the same house as you did.
Nothing changed when you married. You knew Theo at Hogwarts; he was guarded but pleasant to you, and you were relieved to know that he loathed this arrangement as well. The marriage was not associated with love, but rather on reciprocity. The only time you experienced affection from Theo was during the wedding kiss, which was hostile, fraudulent, and something you detested as your parents and other guests cheered and applauded as if they were seeing a play in which you and Theo were the performers.
You and Theo slept in separate chambers, and the huge house was dreary and desolate, much like the occupants who were bound together by their parents' insistence. You didn't call it home, and neither did Theo; he was mostly out at business, and you could not really blame him if he worked long hours simply to get away from the manor, but he still wrote you letters stating where he was and what he was doing.
You were grateful that Theo wasn't the arrogant and cruel husband who views his wife just as a possession. If he couldn't offer you the love you longed for as a child, at the very least he gave you his trust and respect, and you were somewhat satisfied with that. And you'd rather be with him than with your parents because when you're isolated, Theo doesn't try to control you or pressure you to do things you don't want to do.
Even though you still can't breathe in the marriage you were coerced to, there was some impedance buried deep, and it wasn't one-sided; you knew Theo was trying to find a way out, but for the time being you both had roles to play. Many people assumed you and Theo were in love and happy in your marriage because you had only been married for five months and were still new and vulnerable to criticism, so you had to deceive them even if you didn't want to.
“Are you ready?”
What were you ready for? The question was hostile and peculiar to hear. To put on a mask and a veneer and seem as if you were delighted with everything? Many people had great expectations, and you didn't want to disappoint Theo, let alone your parents, who will be present. But there was a nagging thought in the back of your mind: what if you just let go and went away from it all? You'd be free, but with great remorse; yet, what about Theo?
You couldn’t; it was too cruel.
You turned away from your reflection in the mirror in front of you and instead gazed into it to find Theo standing by the doorway. He was leaning against it, arms crossed, and dressed in an expensive suit that was tailored and rich in texture, and he looked quite dashing in it. His eyes met yours in the mirror directly on, and you couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he gave you a questioning look, and you returned your eyes to your reflection.
As you put the remaining of your earring in your ear, you gave him a curt nod. “Almost.”
You didn't bother waiting for his response as you stared in the mirror one last time, dejected, powerless, and stuck. You despised seeing this expression every day when you awoke, and you can’t remove it but you can only hide it. And you had to disguise it around people, and you loathed the concept of it; you couldn't believe you were living your life a lie.
You averted your gaze, as if startled, and approached Theo, who straightened up and stared at you for a long time before nodding.
“You look beautiful.” Theo said.
“Thank you.” you replied quietly.
You didn't say anything else, and you both chose to remain silent. It didn’t upset you; something was bothering your thoughts, and you could tell Theo was feeling the same way because his face was frowning. He was probably thinking of a way to keep his sanity as he chatted to old, pompous, and wealthy men who would give him blunt advice and compliment his wife on her beauty. You silently praise his self-restraint.
If you weren't in Theo's arms, you usually spend your time around women with high prides, glamorous outfits, and judging eyes that reminded you of slits. They often considered themselves as superior, and they would occasionally evaluate and scrutinize you for not acting like the proper lady you were. You were insulted, but you have no choice except to apologize because they claim you were at fault and smile remarkably.
Even if it was a common occurrence that you and Theo were both used to, the dreadful feeling that came over you like a dark and hideous disease filled your insides. You gulped, and when you and Theo arrived at the venue, he gave you a grim smile and led you inside, where you were nothing like yourself but the woman your parents raised you to be. Someone who is deceptive but likable among peers.
“Well, aren't you two a beautiful couple?”
You felt Theo's arms tighten around you, and you felt a lump in your throat. You took a deep breath, and with an unnoticed hesitation, you both turned around and smiled sweetly at your parents. It was your mother who mused aloud, her eyes narrowing as she examined your clothing and face before nodding shortly as though pleased, while your father didn't bother greeting you or Theo as he sipped his whiskey.
Theo shook hands with your father, who gave him a steely gaze and kissed your mother's hand with his dazzling expression. “It's wonderful to see you again, Mr. and Mrs. L/N; you both look stunning.”
Both of your parents were dressed exquisitely and extravagantly from head to toe, and you could tell that all was innovative and professionally tailored by the most well-known seamstress just by looking at it. You fought the impulse to roll your eyes; they'd go to any length to stand out, even if it meant drowning in luxury and riches.
Your mother grinned condescendingly, and you despised seeing her worship beauty over anything else. “Always the charmer, Theo dear.”
He chuckled indignantly, and you could tell, but Theo had always been skilled at obfuscation. “I don’t charm, Mrs. L/N.”
Your mother was looking at you impassively, and you silently begged for your rationality as she wanted you to speak next. But before you could impersonate a smile and converse cheerfully with your parents, a familiar man with long blond hair approached them and greeted them tersely, and you felt Theo's fingers on your dress skirt as he pulled you backwards to him.
When you realized it was Lucius Malfoy, you and Theo exchanged a glance that could only mean one thing: the Malfoys had arrived. After a few minutes of talking and socializing with your parents, Lucius Malfoy turned to you and Theo, and you both smiled pleasantly and exchanged pleasantries, which he reciprocated, albeit ambivalently. His eyes were steely as he stared at both of you before giving a subtle nod.
“Newly wed Mr. and Mrs. Nott.” Mr. Malfoy said, his voice low and dull as a murky mist. “It's great to see you both...again.”
Mr. Malfoy's dishonesty would have made you laugh out loud - it was obvious that he was not pleased to see you both. And you resented the phrase “newly wed,” because it had been months since you and Theo had married, and it seemed like he was ridiculing you for being bound to each other with no way out. You fought the impulse to glare at him in the eyes; you needed champagne or a seat before you could let your guard down.
Your mother threw you a warning glance, but you heeded it and smiled decently at Lucius Malfoy instead. “It is indeed great to see you, Mr. Malfoy.”
Theo also said his pleasantries before speaking, his tone almost anticipatory. “Mr. Malfoy, is Draco here?”
Mr. Malfoy narrowed his eyes. “He and his wife have just arrived.”
The Malfoy heir's marriage to another prestigious pureblood, Astoria Greengrass, was widely discussed across the Wizarding World. You remembered how you and Theo had been invited; you didn't know Draco personally, but he was close friends with Theo, and as Theo's wife, you had to go to the said wedding. You also weren't particularly close with Astoria, but you were acquainted with her at Hogwarts, but the civility vanished after the war, when everything became grim.
“Why don’t you greet Draco and Astoria with Theo, dear. Your father, Lucius, and I have some things to discuss about,” your mother said, a daring gleam in her eyes as she looked at you.
Theo had beaten you to it before you could even speak or open your mouth, and he wore a contented look. “That would be lovely, Mrs. L/N. Excuse us.”
You let out a sigh of relief as Theo took your hand and led you away; at least you weren't with your parents for the moment being, which was a remedy because you abhorred being in their company. It seemed like Theo's posture also loosened up as his grip on your hand softened. You didn't question where you were going since you knew Theo was looking for Draco.
A waiter with elegant robes and an arched nose had strolled by, greeting you with a low murmur as if he didn't seem to care, and Theo asked if you wanted champagne, and you gladly agreed; you needed something to soothe your jitters. You both nodded thanks as you accepted the glasses from the waiter and continued on your way until you spotted a familiar blonde haired man accompanied by a dark-haired and immaculately dressed woman. It was Draco and Astoria.
Draco's eyes initially fell upon Theo's, and his face lightened, as if he was expecting someone else, but he seemed relieved that it was only Theo. “Ah, Theo, it’s been a long time.”
“It has,” Theo agreed, a faint grin on his face; such an occurrence is unusual. Then he made a motion toward you. “I’m with my wife, Y/N. You know her right?”
Draco's eyes sparkled with light, and he nodded as you looked at him—it was the first time you'd been this close to him, even if you were only a good distance apart with Theo beside you, and he gave you a very small smile. “Of course I do,” he says, looking at you. “You look lovely by the way.”
You were surprised, but fortunately didn't show it. “Thank you,” you murmured, and then you smiled at Astoria, who was looking at you thoughtfully. “You look stunning, Astoria, and your dress is spectacular.”
Draco and Theo both gave Astoria a sidelong glance, as if they only noticed her after you spoke to her. You almost frowned, but Astoria didn't appear to mind that her husband had forgotten about her for a moment as she thanked you with a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes. You four chatted a lot—mainly Theo and Draco, while you and Astoria stood quietly alongside either of your husbands, sipping from your glasses.
When an old, burly man dressed in ridiculously priced robes with a monocle in his right eye approached Theo and began chatting to him about certain topics, Theo, who looked like he wanted to flee, preserved his interesting exterior and conversed and talked blithely with the old man, despite it being a ruse. You tried not to grimace when the old man murmured something to Theo that made him glance at you. You didn't like being introduced.
“Ah, that's my wife, sir,” Theo stated, motioning to you. How many times will you be introduced during the occasion? “Y/N dear, this is Mr. Bancroft, a credible acquaintance of my father's.”
You extended your hand to him, expecting a handshake, instead Mr. Bancroft kissed your hand, much to your astonishment and displeasure. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”
He is still clutching your hand and gazing at your face. “You are quite the beauty, Mrs. Nott, aren't you?”
You didn't know what to say - it's not like you could smack him or snap at him; no, that would be outrageous, and you didn't want to cause a fuss. Despite being both uncomfortable and appalled by the unpleasantness, you had become accustomed to it. Astoria could be seen looking at the man with her lips curled in a little grimace from the corner of your eye.
“I’m Draco Malfoy, sir, and I've heard a lot about you from my father,” Draco cut in with a beguiling smile when Mr. Bancroft let go of your hand and turned to face Draco. “All good things.”
You were relieved and even pleased when Draco steered the old man away from you, but you were feeling a little queasy and needed some fresh air. As you turned to face Theo, you gulped your drink.
“I’ll just get some fresh air,”
He grabbed your forearm before you could leave. “Do you want me to come along with you?”
You shook your head. “There's no need.”
With that, you exited the enormous room packed with affluent, glamorous purebloods and entered a picturesque, isolated garden filled with greenery and beautiful flowers. You found a bench and sat for a while, just looking at the landscape before you, thinking about how its magnificence was the only thing you had admired since you and Theo arrived at the event.
You were startled when you heard footsteps, fearful of being spotted by someone or worse, your parents, but before you could react, a familiar voice said, “Oh, I didn't realize you were here.”
“Draco?” you said, not really expecting that it was him. “What are you doing here?”
As he approached you, he shrugged, his hands in his pockets. “I think I'd go mad for another second with Mr. Bancroft,” he scoffs, then asks, as if remembering he's talking to you, “He made you uncomfortable, didn't he? That man has quite a reputation.”
“Reputation?” you questioned, bewildered, before shaking your head. “I mean, it's not like it’s unusual for this to happen.”
As he neared the bench where you sat, Draco lifted an incredulous brow at you, but he didn't sit down. “Does Theo allow it to happen?”
You gave him a strange expression. “What’s Theo got to do with it?”
“Oh, I don't know,” he said, his tone contemptuous. “Maybe because he’s your husband?”
You faltered—he wasn't quite wrong, but neither was he entirely correct. By law and appearance, Theo is your husband, but, without the towering wilderness of other people's gaze and the strain in your shoulders like a brick dropping into your back, you were the one who preserved and helped yourself.
Although Theo is courteous and considerate to you, how can you call him your husband when you don't even love him? And he doesn't love you the way you wanted to be loved. You have no one but yourself, which is devastating, but you're willing to go to any length to keep yourself safe from the predicament your parents have forced you in your entire life.
Since Draco interrupted your thoughts with, “I know that look,” you must have a sour frown on your face.
“Look?”
“You don’t consider him as your husband,” Draco remarks knowingly. “I know. I’ve seen it a lot in the mirror.”
You looked up at him. “What do you mean?”
He asked if he could sit next to you, and you obliged, moving to make room as he sat down a great distance away and said, “You're not the only one who's forced to marry someone they don't love.”
Your eyes widened. “Don't get me wrong—I know Theo is your best friend—“
“Relax Y/N,” he said your name in a way that made you shiver, but it was surprisingly comforting to hear. “I feel the same way about Astoria, she's tolerable and nothing but wonderful to me, but she's not it…”
The rest of the day was spent talking with Draco, and you were suddenly and without warning, comfortable in his company, and it felt amazing to speak with someone who understood you. You ignored something odd inside of you, a blossoming feeling, and continued to talk to him, oblivious to the fact that neither Theo nor Astoria were looking for you both.
VOLUME TWO: EVERY MARRIAGE HAS SECRETS
Draco found himself acknowledged for the first time in his life. He knew it was wholly inappropriate to think about you, but it had been months, and you and him had become close within that time. At first, Draco was elated; at the very least, he felt at ease with his best friend's wife. He presumed you were like everyone else, pampered and rigid, but no, as he got to know you better, as he saw through your front, he found himself pleased approaching you that day at the garden.
He convinced himself that he had found a friend in you since you listened to him and spoke to him with your gentle voice and therapeutic words, and he could sense the comfort you exude with him, which stunned him. Draco had been placed in a wicked prison, and you were excellent company and an escape, but he knew desiring for your consolation and company was improper. It would be too cruel for both Astoria and Theo.
But something cruel for others fucking felt safe and comforting to Draco. He wanted so badly to see you again; the manor was desolate once more; Astoria was out with her sister Daphne, and she and Draco didn't speak in the house. He remembers how unnerving the stillness was at dinnertime, as two individuals ate across from one another with no notion of breaking the silence. They both ignore each other in the house, like strangers who know one other's names but never share the same sentiments.
Which is why, after spending some time with Blaise, he immediately sent you a letter inviting you to meet him at the local coffee shop you both usually meet up at. He arrived early, roused and exuberant as he purchased his usual and yours and sat down, waiting for you.
“I'm so sorry I'm late, I saw the letter late,” you said as you hastened to take a seat opposite from him. Pieces of your hair framed your face magnificently, and Draco seemed dazed as you spoke to him, adding, “I told you not to pay for my drink.”
He brought himself back to reality with a small shrug. “It has already become a habit for me.”
“Shame,” you chuckled, then gave him a sidelong glance. “At the very least, let me repay you.”
He laughed and rolled his eyes. “And you know I'll simply say no, like I always do.”
“All right, then,” you smiled. “I assumed you had work because Theo is at work, so why did you ask me over?”
Draco didn't understand why, perhaps he was feeling isolated and needed your presence, or maybe he sought reassurance that you both still had the same appreciation. It was incongruous, and he was fighting a cognitive battle as he fiddled with his rings and licked his lips, trying to figure out what to say without disturbing you away. He hoped he didn't come off as conceited, but his liking for your company has grown since that moment in the garden.
“Why?” he asked, “Are you busy?”
You furrowed your brows. “No, I was bored at the house with nothing to do anyway,”
He sighed. “Same here.”
“Astoria's not at home?” you asked after a sip of coffee.
Draco fought the impulse to heave a deep breath—the manor was anything but home; he'd never felt at ease there, and it always felt like there were eyes on him in his own household, but he blamed it on his paranoia. Even at the manor, he was ambivalent, which is why Draco had been questioning you and what made you so special in being able to put him at ease.
“No, she’s with her sister,” Draco replied evenly. “How… are you?”
You gave him a strange look because of the way he sounded till you answered, “Still the same as always, how about you?”
Should he lie and claim he's fine with just about everything? Draco reasoned that this isn't just anyone who he pretends to be like the charming man he is, but you, someone he has grown to confide with, and he didn't feel compelled to resort to lying. Draco knew how maddening it is to be treated by a lie, so he wanted to speak to you in every vocabulary of certainty and decency. After all, you deserve every truth.
“I felt lonely,” Draco said. “And I wanted to see you.”
Even if it was a forbidden word, it was the actuality. It felt both terrible and exhilarating to say it. Draco studied your features intently, waiting for your reaction. Draco felt that there was a barrier between you and him to remind him that he was possibly crossing the line, but between his odd attachment to you and your lovely company, he was confused by the situation. He yearned for you because you understood and trusted him, but did it have a deeper meaning?
Not even going out and spending time with Blaise gave him the same sense of tranquility you did. What if his parents arranged for you to marry him instead of Astoria? Was a nagging thought in his head that he had always dismissed. Would he have no sentiments for you and regard you as a complete stranger, or would he be given the opportunity to experience love? But having these frightening thoughts would be betraying Theo and Astoria, but he knew he had no love for Astoria and you with Theo, so what's stopping him?
“Really?” you asked, a look of incredulity on your face.
Draco furrowed his brows. “How come you sound skeptical?”
You fiddled with your hands and Draco had noticed that you toyed with your hands when you were nervous in the months you spent together. “Nothing,” you chuckled, a jaded edge in your voice. “It's just that nobody has ever told me that.”
“Nobody?” he wondered, now that he was the one who was astounded.
“You have no idea, but your acquaintance has made me feel a little better about this entire arrangement thing in the last few months,” you said, and Draco straightened up; this was the start of the meaningful conversations you two typically have. “However, thinking about it and wishing to be in your company felt inappropriate.”
Draco took a sip of his coffee, which was now cold, and set it down to ponder what you had said. He couldn't believe how equivalent you were, how you both carried the same tension and pressure on your shoulders. Where had you been all this time when he needed someone to express himself with? And Draco wondered whether you were asking yourself the same questions, repeating them in your head like a mantra, like a choir singing shrilly in your head.
“Inappropriate?” Draco's tongue was coated with knives when he tasted the word.
“I feel like I'm treating Theo unfairly,” you said softly.
He noticed your hands on the table and, before he could stop himself or do anything to contain his temptations, one illicit, indecent, and in public, he took your hands in his and squeezed them lightly. Your hands were trembling and cold, but Draco was taken aback by how lovely it looked in his. It seemed strangely comfortable, your hands entangled in his without an object reminding him that this is forbidden—your ring finger was bare and so was his—it looked right and not out of place.
“I know our marriage is arranged, but I'm still his wife, and he's nothing but pleasant to me, unlike my parents,” you continued, almost whispering, and Draco gazed at your entwined hands as you spoke. “However, I've never felt as at ease with him as I do with you.”
“You make it sound like we're having an affair,” he said, not comprehending why he said it.
Draco said it carelessly, as if teasing, but he immediately regretted it when you withdrew your hands and glanced away, apprehensive, and he felt his heart tighten - that was the first time you expressed discomfort being with him. His expression plummeted when he saw you standing up and about to leave, but he grabbed your wrist and tugged you back, which you did, but you didn't turn around to meet his eyes.
“Look, it came out wrong,” he grumbled, perhaps to himself or to his words, he couldn't tell. “I'm saying that whatever you're experiencing for one other in this odd attachment is absolutely mutual.”
You took his hand away from your wrist gently and gave him a faint, bittersweet smile. “And absolutely mental.”
Draco waited at the coffee shop for another hour after you left, loathing the desolating feeling he was experiencing and immediately returning to his manor. He wasn't expecting the conversation to go that way, but he was content that you and him talked about your personal attachment. You showed signs of feeling the same way he does, but you refused to act on it. You both adhered to your morals, but Draco had had enough of living in sorrow when possibility had entered his life.
As he entered the manor, it was completely silent and lifeless, as it always was, and he was about to ascend the stairs to his own room when he noticed Astoria reading a book on the living room sofa. He hesitated, puzzled; he knew she wouldn't be back till the evening, but she appeared calm and still. He approached her quietly, and Astoria looked up, a blank expression on her face that caused chevalier Draco to frown.
“You’re here early,” Draco started.
Astoria shrugged, but it was a subtle and fragile shrug. “I wanted to come back home.”
“This isn't home,” Draco said without realising it.
“Doesn't it make it even bleaker?” Astoria smiled weakly and said, “You yearn for a home you won't get.”
His frown deepened. “I don’t understand.”
Astoria muttered, as though annoyed that he couldn't comprehend. “I know we both want to get out of this—we should end this now.”
He came to the realization she wanted a divorce, and he didn't immediately refuse her proposal. Draco envisioned you, beautiful and kind, and everything he desired. If he could get out of this arranged marriage, he wouldn't have to feel guilty about his urges for you. But then his parents came to mind, and he imagined how furious they would be—mostly his father—if he got out of the marriage they forced him into when he and Astoria hadn't even been married for a year.
“You think it's easy to do that?” he scoffed. “I wanted to, believe me, but what about my parents? What about your parents?”
“They'll marry me to another pureblood man anyway,” Astoria responded, her gaze wandering over his face in search of assurance she would never receive. “And why won't you marry another girl? Another pureblood girl, someone you obviously care for.”
“Astoria—“
“My parents wants an heir, and I'd rather have one with a man who treats me with decency than a man who treats me like the other woman,” she replied, nearly enraged but her face was exhausted and wounded.
Draco sat still. “What in the world are you on about?”
Astoria gave him a hard stare, but her eyes were devastated. “Daphne witnessed you at the coffee shop with... Theo's wife,”
He ruffled his hair with his hand, slightly messing it up, but he was too agitated to care. “Look, that's not as it would seem—“
“I'm not upset Draco, some may argue I have the right to be mad, but I've never felt like your wife since we married,” Astoria stated contemptuously, her eyes welling up with tears that weren't pouring. “We know it's not going to work, but I tried. If one of us had to stay faithful then I’m willing to do it but I realized we're not going anywhere if we treat each other like strangers.”
“Astoria.” he said, his voice hardening. “You have no idea what you're talking about.”
“I've seen your letters, and I've seen how your eyes light up when she's around. I realized she makes you so happy," Astoria replied, her eyes welling up with tears. “I'm letting you go. I assumed you wouldn't have any objections.”
Draco shook his head adamantly. “I'm not going to do this to Theo—“
“You already did the moment you followed her in the garden,” Astoria answered knowingly and Draco didn't bother to ask how she knew. “And I just spoke with Theo, and he's currently talking with Y/N.”
“What?” he exclaimed.
“Don't be worried,” Astoria assured. “He wasn't angry either, which shocked me considering he stated he anticipated it to happen. Do you know that every marriage has its own secrets? And now the truth is being painfully unveiled.”
Draco said nothing.
VOLUME THREE: WHAT LOVE FEELS LIKE
You'd awoken to shocking and unexpected news. It happened at breakfast, at the table, across from Theo. Except for the greetings you both gave begrudgingly, it was quiet—after the conversation you and Theo had once you left Draco at the coffee shop, you and Theo fell into a melancholy silence. You were taken aback by how he wasn't angry, but rather hurt, and you resolved to never forgive yourself. You expected him to tell your parents, but he didn't, which made you somewhat thankful.
“Draco and Astoria got divorced.”
When Theo mentioned that, you almost let go of the spoon in your hand, but you held on tight and raised your widening eyes to meet his. His face was impenetrable, and his lips were pursed, yet his eyes gleamed for the first time. You were too astonished to speak and didn't know what to say; your face must have been devoid of color, and you must have appeared as if you'd seen a ghost; nonetheless, you don't know how to react to this surprising news.
“It was bound to happen eventually,” Theo added.
You forced yourself to speak. “I… don’t know what to say.”
He gave you an almost forlorn expression. “Y/N, we just talked about it yesterday and came to an agreement on some terms. Despite my despair, I realized that you would be better off with Draco.”
You regarded him with skepticism. “I never believed you when you stated you weren't mad, or at the very least had been betrayed.”
“Draco is my best friend.” With a shrug, Theo continued, “I only want what’s best for him.”
“And what about you?”
“What about myself?” he questioned.
“You, too, deserve someone better,” you countered. “Even though our parents arranged for us to marry, you treated me like a human being. You didn't love me, but you offered me a sense of individuality and tranquility from my parents' wrath.”
Theo gave you a soft smile after giving you a careful glance. “It's something I could provide you with. But, Y/N, I'm tired of pretending, and now that I know you're in love with someone else, I'm letting you go. I know that you don’t like living your life a lie.”
“Theo.” you said, your voice trembling. “You have no idea how appreciative I am to you. But I'm concerned about my parents' reaction, they’d get mad…”
He was silent for a time, and you felt hopeless, but then he said, “You should go to Draco.”
“What?” you remarked, completely baffled. “Theo, I'm talking about my parents—“
He cut you off, his voice firm. “Y/N,” he said. “Go to Draco and discuss this with him, and I'll go to your parents.”
You regarded him as if he were insane. This is exactly what you were dreading; Theo was offering you a way out and allowing you to be with the person you care about but you were afraid of your parents' disapproval. You know how your parents had planned for you to marry Theo from the start, and now that you're having forbidden affections for Draco instead of your own husband, you can imagine how furious your parents would be at you, to the point where they'd tarnish your own image.
“Look, I can't simply walk into his manor and start talking about his divorce,” you remarked, finding what Theo said absolutely ridiculous. “And you're mad if you think you can use this situation to charm my parents.”
He seemed as if he was questioning your intelligence. “I'd like to tell them that we're splitting up. We've been married for ten months and have established a favorable image as a couple, and isn't that what they're seeking for? We did what they wanted, and I don't think they'll be upset with you for going with Draco. Like me, he's a pureblood and a wealthy man.”
“You don't understand,” you shook your head, pleading with him. “They detest it when they don't get to make decisions about my life. They have authority over it, not me, which is why they compelled me to marry you. Of course, they care about my public image and reputation, but they also have this insatiable urge to constrain me.”
Theo rose to his feet and approached you, taking your hand in his and looking at it tenderly as if you were precious, and looking into your eyes. “And you still want that? You finally have a choice, Y/N, so please, for the love of Merlin, go to Draco and I'll sort this out with your parents.”
Tears welled up in your eyes, appreciative and delighted with what he said, and you gave a tentative smile and questioned, “Why... are you doing this?”
He took your hand in his and smirked fleetingly. “You are deserving of love. I'm sorry if I can't give it, but you've already found someone. And don't worry, darling; I'll find someone as well.”
You leapt to your feet and hugged Theo fiercely, continuously thanking him. Before letting you go, he chuckled strainedly and hugged you back. And before you left the room, you gave him one final look, unsure whether you were nervous, thrilled, frightened, or cheerful. Emotions were overwhelming, but Draco was the only thing that had been plaguing your mind every day; you needed to see him.
When you arrived outside the manor and knocked on the door, you expected a house-elf or a servant to open it, but it was Draco who answered it. When he opened the door, he had an irritated expression on his face, but as soon as he realized it was only you, his demeanour lightened and softened. It was clear he wasn't expecting you, so you convinced yourself that this isn't inappropriate any longer and moved closer to him and hugged him, stunning him even more.
You were crying on his chest and didn't realize it until he caressed your hair and muttered, “What is it, love? Come on, let's get you inside.”
“I'm sorry,” you whispered as he led you inside and you both walked to his living room, his hands never leaving your body as he pulled you to a couch and brought you to his side. “I came so unexpectedly, without warning—“
Draco shook his head hastily, causing strands of blonde hair to fall on his forehead. “There's no need to apologize; I'm glad you're here.”
You moved away from him, seeing his melancholy countenance but ignoring it and looking at him. “I heard the news…”
His jaws were clenched. “Of course you did,” he says. “It's fucking known across the Wizarding World. People are fascinated by other people's lives, as if they don't have their own shit to worry about.”
“How is Astoria?” you asked quietly.
Draco sighed as he stared at you intently after looking away the first time you came here. “She's alright; she's the one who initiated the divorce.”
With tearful and astonished eyes, you glanced at him. You assumed it was Draco who initiated the divorce proceedings, but you never imagined it would be Astoria. What had driven her to the brink of breaking point? Did she realize how damaged her and Draco's relationship was and how isolated she felt as a consequence? When you looked around, the manor appeared to be a lifeless corpse, with an unsettling silence and Draco alone.
“You were right,” you remarked as you flicked a glance at him, “your manor is anything but home,” you continued after noticing his confounded expression.
Draco stared at you for a bit before cupping your cheek with one hand and admiring you for a moment before saying, “For the first time, the manor felt like home.”
Is this how it feels to be in love? To be admired so passionately and reverently? Draco's eyes were like shining crystals, as though he was someone who treasured. His eyes shone with fondness for you, and it wrapped around you like a warm blanket. Feeling his palm on your cheek was like getting a kiss, an affection you'd yearned for and was finally getting.
You smiled softly as you clasped your hand around his hand that rested on your cheek. It was bizarre to experience and receive love; it was like some form of magic, not the spells or anything you have as a witch, but this breathtakingly beautiful privilege that only a few are given the ability to conjure. It's stunningly lovely; love is such a powerful and marvelous entity, and having it and experiencing it right now feels so perfect.
“Can I kiss you?” he said, chest heaving and blissful.
What were the flavors of home and love like? “Yes,” you whispered, as you wondered.
He kissed you ardently after closing the miserable and forbidden barriers. His lips were velvety, and you could almost taste the passion in his tongue; it was sweet and lovely, and you craved more. You flushed when you felt him groan in your lips as he moved his hands on your waist and tightened his grip as if restraining himself, and you curved your fingers around his neck and dragged him closer.
You were swamped by the affection, and it made you feel fantastic. You weren't thinking about your parents at the time, how pretentious, controlling, and apathetic they were, always the judges rather than actual parents in your life; instead, you were thinking about Draco, how his lips and kiss tasted like eternal bliss, and how his hands on your waist felt safe and warm. The intimacy you used to feel guilty about suddenly felt invigorating and made you exhilarated instead of regretful.
Draco let go almost grudgingly, but remained unmoving as he rested his forehead on yours. “I love Y/N; marry me.”
“Draco—“
His eyes were wild with devotion and love this time, and it made you feel awestruck. “It doesn't have to be right now, and it can be private. This had made me feel the happiest I'd felt in years, and it felt so... real.”
“I love you too, Draco,” you said with a soft smile, the words seemed unnatural yet genuine on your lips. “And I am willing to marry you, but our parents—“
“I don't give a damn about either of them,” Draco declared with such vehemence that you were taken aback. “I only care about you.”
You couldn't stop smiling—and it wasn't a fake smile like you usually put on. It was sincere. It was very wonderful to wear. “I’m so glad you came up to me in the garden that day.”
He laughed, and it was like listening to notes of beauty and melody. “Then you have no idea how it made me feel.”
He kissed you once more, engulfing you in his love and affection, and you confirmed that you'd never get tired of it. Whatever clandestine companionship you had had, you loathed and despised it at the time, but you grew hopeful and fortunate that someone cared enough about you to share your pressure and burden.
It was an enchanting odd attachment that two individuals shared with each other, one that they cherished exclusively for each other and didn't care what other people thought about their comfort and sincerity in their love.
Pairing: Daphne Greengrass x fem!reader but more Astoria Greengrass x fem!reader
Rating: None
Warnings: none, I think, just sad girl vibes.
Summary: Words always made sense to Daphne, except when you said them.
Word Count: 0.8K words
Authors Note: I want to love and protect Daphne Greengrass with everything in me. I need to be held back from writing angst y’all, I’m putting my babies through it. love you all
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Epeolatry - the worship of words.
Words had always been a funny thing to Daphne Greengrass. Not because they didn’t make sense, which one would assume, but often because they made too much sense.
Words, unlike people, were easy for her to understand and decipher. Even when there seemed to be double meaning beneath the surface, she’d uncover it. It was her strength, she liked to think, knowing what words meant and what value they held in a world where everything usually felt meaningless.
+ synopsis. in which you've run into Draco Malfoy two nights in a row, you only hope that third time's a charm
+ word count. 2.6k
+ cw/tags. sort of strangers to lovers trope, fluff , soft!draco, kiss scene at the end
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February 2nd — 12:28 am
It was cold.
That much was clear as you climbed the Astronomy Tower, but returning to your dorm now would be meaningless. You couldn’t sleep. The stress of exams coming up and the sheer pressure of receiving good marks was starting to catch up on you: it had made you restless these past few days.
Just a few minutes of fresh air, you think to yourself. And then I’ll return to my dorm.
You take a seat and fold your hands into your sides.
"Couldn't sleep?"
The wind carries his voice to your ears like a gentle caress and you whirl around. A crown of platinum blonde hair emerges from the darkness of the stairwell, revealing the renowned Slytherin Prince clad in all black. Even now, without his uniform and slicked hair, he was still impeccably put together. His hair appeared brighter than normal in the moonlight, and his once-perfectly-kept hair flutters haphazardly in the breeze. You fight the urge to reach out and smooth his tresses as your fingers twitch by your sides.
There was no mistaking who Draco Malfoy was. He came from one of the most prestigious and wealthy wizarding families there was to know. You didn't know him personally, only having spoken to him a handful of times during the years you attended Hogwarts, and having heard your friends gush about his good looks on several occasions.
But you could see where they were coming from. He was attractive, unbelievably so: silvery-blonde hair, mysterious gray eyes, and sharp and pointed features—it was easy for one to be drawn into the secretiveness that was Draco Malfoy. He never spared a word about his personal life, but it was known that he was extremely expressive, though, as he grew much older, he resorted to short and stingy remarks. However, he was still the same boy who'd snottily smirk and grin with his friends.
Heat rushes to your cheeks as you shift your eyes and shake your head in silent response to his lucid gaze. You catch a glimpse of his minuscule smile from the corner of your eye and blink owlishly towards the ground.
He has a pretty smile.
He motions over to the empty space next to you. "Mind if I join you?"
His hair gleams in the moonlight as he tilts his head. He sits an arm's length away from you despite your silence and you inadvertently move closer to his warmth.
"Are you not cold?" He inquires, taking note of your frail attire.
You shake your head again and reply, hoarsely, "I'm alright.”
That was a lie. The tips of your fingers felt as if they were about to fall off any minute now, and you were certain he could see the hairs on your arms standing on end. The corners of his mouth quirk up as he heard the white lie slip straight between your teeth. Instead, he chose to remain silent and looked at the glittering stars.
"You're Y/n L/n, correct?" He says more than asks, as if to confirm it for himself, but you give him a look of surprise.
"You know who I am?"
He chuckles at your expression as you stammer out, not quite believing your ears.
He side-eyes you and nods. “You sit in front of me in several of my classes.”
"Oh, right."
You assumed he'd forgotten about you, and your name for that matter; you were certain he couldn't care less about other people's names as well as yours (though he took the time to learn yours, even going as far as to ask Blaise, who had given him a small smirk and knowing look.)
He chuckles again and suddenly flushes. “And you seem to have captured the attention of my friends'; they say you're quite cute, and I can't disagree with them."
A noise escapes your lips. You hadn't even noticed, too busy with assignments and whatnot.
"Really?" You squeak out, voice slightly cracking.
Despite the flush on his ears, he shrugs cooly. Your heart skips a beat, and you shy away from the blonde.
"Everybody else seems to agree as well."
"... Who?" Your voice is hardly audible at this point.
You were about to faint. Draco Malfoy had just called you cute—ell, not necessarily, but he had agreed and that was close enough. The feelings that you previously had sweep over you like a tidal wave. As his face continued to bloom a wine red, a small bud of hope formed in your chest.
"There's Blaise and Theo," he mutters, all of a sudden drawn to the bed of his nails. "Along with a few others..."
He trails off, gaze still fixed on his fingers. Now that he thinks about it, he probably shouldn’t have told you anything; he scowls as the taunting tone from the two slytherins rings clear in his head.
"Oh..."
As the two of you sit there in awkward silence, you have no clue what to say or do.
He all of a sudden clears his throat and rises, smoothing a nonexistent crease in his robe, before finally looking you in the eyes.
"Well, it was a pleasure to finally be able to talk to you."
He disappears down the steps before you can even react, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
You place a hand to your pounding heartbeat.
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February 2nd — 8:53 am
You spot him the moment you enter class.
He sits off to the side of class, quiet as ever in the middle of his boisterous friends. His arms are crossed and his head hands from his slouched shoulders, seemingly deep in thought. For Draco Malfoy, silence is nothing out of the ordinary. This year, you’ve heard him utter around 13 whole phrases, in addition to the many one- or two-worded retorts. He doesn’t even bat an eye when Goyle laughs a bit too loudly, merely giving the boy a glance from the corner of his eyes.
You've never gone out of your way to greet him before, but you decided that if you don’t do it now, you’ll regret it later.
"Good morning, Draco."
He glances up, surprised, but immediately hides it under an aloof expression. He straightens his posture and much to your relief, returns your greeting with a low murmur and a head dip in acknowledgement.
"Y/n."
You smile, not offended at all by his one-worded response. It actually makes you feel relieved. You grin as he yawns out of nowhere.
"Seems as though you didn't get enough sleep," you jest and he chuckles, his shoulders moving slightly. It was an unusual sight to see him laugh, and you found yourself wanting to see more.
"Yes, it seems as though you're right."
Your cheeks burn as his eyes crinkle at the corners, twinkling with something akin to mirth.
Something stutters in your chest, you find yourself unable to concentrate for the rest of class.
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February 3rd — 12:49 am
For the second night in a row, you ascend the stairs of the Astronomy Tower. You blame yourself when you almost miss a step as you’re still thinking about his smiling face.
Will he come tonight?
You were hoping that it wouldn't be just a one-time occurrence, but you grin to yourself as you hear the creak of the steps. A worn-out Malfoy took its position at the top of the stairs. Not a blonde hair was out of place on his head, as if he had come straight here after getting ready for bed. He's dressed the same as last night with the exception of a dark green quilt.
His eyes are bright and lively regardless of his worn appearance.
When he settles in next to you, you tease, “I was just thinking about you, thought you weren’t going to show.”
With a smirk, he taunts, “Missing me already, Y/n?” He glances at you from under his lashes and he doesn't miss the way you smile.
"You wish." You roll your eyes and point at the blanket in his hands. "What's that for?"
You gaze at it in bewilderment when he wordlessly hands it to you.
“For me?” you ask, pointing to yourself, and he responds with a nod.
You shudder when a gust of wind blows past your arms and it’s only then that you realize you’re clothed in the same attire as yesterday.
“Thanks,” you hesitantly respond.
You unknowingly inhale the smell of him as you drape the quilt around your shoulders. It smells like home; it’s comfortable, warm, and inviting, with just a hint of his cologne. You take another whiff as it makes your insides feel fuzzy. Though, your moment is broken by a yawn from you.
"Tired?"
You give a nod.
"Shall we head back then?"
You give a small frown but place your hand in his when he stands and extends his hand.
"You’ve only just got here though."
He shrugs and glances back, carefully leading you down the winding staircase.
"I don't mind."
The only sounds you hear are the scuffling of his and your slippers on the pavement and the hissing wind as he guides you through corridors. Although his hand is littered with small scars, they’re remarkably soft. And warm, you think as your gaze moves up to his illuminated face.
As he continues to pull you along, you look at him in a daze from behind. He strides confidently, hair shimmering in the moonlight, giving him an almost unearthly appearance. It makes your heart race, and you gulp, palm suddenly feeling clammy in his. You unthinkingly squeeze his hand, and he does the same in response. You begin to remove the quilt from your shoulders as he comes to a stop in the corridor of your common room.
"Wait- what about your-"
"Keep it."
You nod, eyes down-casting, as he seems as though he won’t accept no for an answer. He thrusts his hand forward, tilting your chin and peers into your eyes.
"Sleep well, Y/n," he murmurs all too seriously, though the slight teasing tone in his voice is noticeable.
He takes a step back and stuffs his hands into his pockets, his cheeks a vivid scarlet.
"Go on. I'll wait until you enter safely"
You nod shyly, shuffle past the entrance, and turn. "Goodnight, Draco," you say, voice just a whisper.
"Goodnight, Y/n."
He turns on his heel and lifts a palm to his heated face, grinning to himself, as the door finally closes behind you.
You clutch his quilt to your chest and bury your head in the fabric as you walk through the common room and into your dorm.
That night, you fall asleep dreaming of him.
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February 3rd — 8:56 am
Today he sits next to Zabini. His usual rowdy group is noticeably absent today. The two observe with mild interest as Seamus Finnigan accidentally blows up one of the Patil's flying paper birds.
You sigh and place your book bag down, saying, “Good morning, boys.”
Draco returns your greeting, as he did yesterday, but Blaise gives the blonde a sidelong glance, which he ignores before returning a nod of his own.
Before reaching inside your pocket, you take a quick peek around.
"Here."
After opening his palm, you lay a tassel in his hand. You wriggle away with burning cheeks when his hand tightens around yours. You swallow and clear your throat. He grins. As he examines it attentively, he tilts his head curiously, fingers playing with the strands.
You explain, “It’s a charm,” and his brows furrow. “I’ve already gone ahead and charmed it myself. It’ll help you sleep at night. When you sleep, either hang it over your head or set it alongside your bed.”
"Of course you don't have to use it..." you ramble, voice quieting, "but if you do, you'll have to return it to me so that I can re-charm it for you, or not..."
When you back away, he shakes his head frantically and reaches out to grab ahold of your hand. It’s only when he affectionately rubs the back of your hand you short circuit. There’s a gentleness to his eyes that you’re not used to seeing, and you feel yourself almost crumbling.
"No," he practically shouts, hurried and out of character for him, clearing his throat he begins slowly. “No, I’ll make good use of it. Thank you.”
As if you had just burnt him, he lets go of your hand, and you turn in your seat, your pulse hammering, and sooth over the hand he had just rubbed. You bite your lower lip and fight back your grin.
From behind, Blaise raises an eyebrow at the blonde, who softly plays with the tassel. Having been caught, he pockets the charm and straightens his collar.
"Not a word, Blaise."
He smirks, a knowing glint in his eyes.
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February 4th — 1:58 am
You frown.
He doesn't show tonight. It's not that you were expecting him to come or anything, but a part of you wished that he did. You were hoping to see him tonight.
You think to yourself, recalling the charm you gave him in class.
Maybe I scared him off, you think again and mutter to yourself, “Ah, that must be it.”
You sigh and stand, wrapping the quilt he had given you tighter around your shoulders. You make your way down the stairs, but when you make it to the base you come face-to-face with an out-of-breath Malfoy. You grin at the scene in front of you, suddenly feeling the weight of your heart being picked up.
"Did you run here?"
He sees the grin and he finds himself mirroring your actions.
"... Possibly."
Your gentle laugh sounds like a melody to his ears and his heart flutters.
“Come, walk me back,” you demand, holding out your hand.
He accepts it without hesitation, fingers entwined with yours, and walks in lockstep with you.
"So soon?"
You scoff and gently push his shoulder. He pouts and touches the place in mock pain.
"Maybe if you arrived earlier, we'd be able to talk some more."
He softly knocks his head against yours. "We’ve got all day tomorrow, as well as the following days."
“You’re right,” you sigh and lean against him.
You’ve finally come to a halt at the entrance of your common room and you're about to enter when a sudden surge of confidence has you tugging him by his robe lapel, pressing your lips to his.
He makes a tiny squawk of surprise.
Your other hand reaches up to grip the opposite side of his robe, and his hands snake around your waist, pulling you in close. You pull his bottom lip between your teeth and he groans into your mouth. The sound sends a strike of warmth down your spin. You finally pull away and stare at him, completely taken aback by yourself. He smiles, genuine and soft, and rests his forehead on yours.
"I've been meaning to do that for a while now, but I guess you beat me to it."
Your noses brush against one another as you glance up at him. "Have you?"
You grip his lapels harder as he nods. He gives you a warm grin before leaning forward to give you a long and sweet kiss. You would have melted into a puddle at his feet if it hadn’t been for him holding you.
"Have a good night, Y/n. I'll see you tomorrow."
You clamber through the door on shaky knees after he releases you. When you turn around, he waves, his smile replaced with a cocky smirk, and your stomach churns at his expression. The door finally shuts and he disappears from view.
Hi! I was wondering if you would be ok with writing sick theodore nott x reader if not that is a ok just was wondering
hi bb!! tyy for this request this got me out of my writer's block omg 😭 <3
strawberry pills
theo nott x reader
fluff
summary: y/n taking care of sick theo
warnings: nonee
a/n: the pills aren't drugs btw!! they're candy
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theodore fucking nott is dead.
at least that's what he felt like, his temperature has risen up ever since he came back to his dorm, soaked with rain running from the quidditch pitch after their late-night practice.
"fuck you draco" he said as he laid himself in his bed, practically throwing himself carelessly.
"oh god, out of everyone you decided to cheat on me with, draco really?" he turned his head at the sound of your voice. standing with your arms crossed, and leaning against his door frame, "i mean he is kinda hot, isn't he?" you walked closer to him now, hands coming down to rest at your hips.
"what happened?" you looked at him, and he could've exploded right there, at that moment. he got lost in your eyes again, just like the first time he ever did. he shook his head, clearing his thoughts to look at you again, and said "quidditch practice. draco made us have one at the middle of the night. and it rained, i got soaked"
you smiled at him before joining him on the bed, placing a kiss on his temple before moving down to his nose, then lastly his lips. he almost got his arms wrapped around you before you abruptly moved away, scrambling towards the bathroom. he groaned, his head thrown back.
you came back with a washcloth soaked with water, and a basin. you placed the latter on his desk before twisting your hands around the cloth removing any excess water and placing it on your partner's head.
he looked at you adoringly as you dug through his drawers before bringing out a bottle of vitamin syrup. you looked at him, a smirk on your lips and he returned it with a pout before burying himself in his blanket. "come on, theo you need this if you want to get better,"
"if that's what makes me feel better, then i would rather dig my own grave"
you sighed dropping the bottle and finding something specific from your bag. and there it was, "theo, if you drink the syrup i'll give you your favorite,"
"you'll let me eat you out?"
you giggled with a groan, "theo no! i have strawberry candy pills. and i might reconsider your offer when you don't have snot running out of your nose"
that got the boy out of his hiding spot, taking the bottle on his own accord and measuring just the perfect amount of it in the spoon you left beside the bottle before the boy drank it, "alright, where is it?" he demanded
"here you go," you opened one from the pack motioning for him to open his mouth which he eagerly followed, and swallowed the pill you placed on his tongue.
"that's my boy," you leaned in and kissed his cheek before cuddling with him.
few hours passing, complete comfortable silence surrounding you, theo spoke, "you called draco hot?"
summary: reader forgetting she was supposed to meet theo, theo worried.
warnings: none,, pure fluff
a/n: this is the fastest thing i ever wrote,
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golden stripes adorned your face the curtain doing half of its job, covering you from the sun. your eyes started fluttering open, still tired.
you heard knuckles hitting your door repeatedly, wanting to be let in. "come in, theo."
and immediately the door opened, a worried theo entering the door, rushing towards you. "hey, hey! why're you—" you were shushed up as his lips pressed against yours— a quick peck
"i was worried about you. you didn't meet me last night." the slytherin explained, his hand lost in your locks. you immediately felt bad and guilty, you were so caught up with your homework that you forgot about the date you had with your boyfriend.
"i'm sorry, darling. i didn't mean to miss our date." you said bringing his head closer to your head as he laid his body down on your bed, "i was so caught up with the potions essay." you kissed his head "let me make it up to you?"
"oh, you're all forgiven, love just continue cuddling me." he hid his face in your lap as you scratched his scalp softly, chuckling at his response.
"i love you."
"i love you too," he said before pulling you down onto the bed next to him and being flipped over so you were on top of him, you and the boy laying chest to chest. your arms wrapped around his middle, as he placed a kiss to your temple, fixing your position as you cuddled.
Summary: You and Draco cuddle on a Sunday morning.
Warnings: fluff, illusion to sex (just mentioning being naked together)
Word count: 850
a/n: I'm so stuck with my other WIPs, so here I wrote something short that I hope you guys like in the meantime, waiting for me to finish my WIPs. And yeah, I tried to write a poem to have in this fic, hehe.
Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!
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As Draco is lying in bed, he feels the morning sunshine through the window hit his face. He had earlier opened up the window, so his naked skin felt the Sunday morning breeze.
Life felt different but in a good way. He had always dreamt about feeling like this, which made him happy because he was deeply in love.
An arm wraps around Draco's naked torso—hugging him lightly. He looks over to see you still sleeping, safe and sound. He smiles for himself at how he could get so lucky to have you.
While you're lying beside Draco, still deep in your dreams, you hear a soft voice calling your name—a voice that is very pleasing to your ears.
"Y/n", you hear it again—the mellifluous voice. You could be listening to it all day, and it would still be pleasant.
The voice gives you a feeling of comfort—making you feel butterflies in your stomach.
It feels like a dream until you feel lightly wet touches on your face. You didn't open your eyes until your brain registered that as kisses.
Carefully your eyes open and are met directly with a bright light—making your eyes want to close again. It takes a second for your eyes to get adjusted and your brain to register everything around you.
But when it finally registers, you see the face that makes you feel this warm feeling in your heart—the face belonging to the person you have fallen deeply in love with.
"Good morning, my love!" Draco chuckles and kisses you on the forehead. Instantly a smile is plastered on your face.
"Good morning!" you say, still a bit tired and closes your eyes again.
"Are you going back to sleep?" Draco asks as he watches how adorable you are.
"Yeah, goodnight!"
Draco chuckles at your sleepiness. The way you are—just being yourself makes his heart feel complete.
He tucks away loose hair strands behind your ear. Draco's hand still resting on your cheek as you face him. His thumb strokes your cheek lightly as he looks at your perfect closed eyes, your perfect nose, and then your perfect lips. It makes him think and feel things. That's why he suddenly says,
"My soul is like the rain. Nothing can grow alone on it. The flowers in my garden would always be overwatered, and never could they stand up again to show their beauty because my soul is like rain. But she, my love, has the soul of the sun. She would remind me that the rain is necessary for the flower to grow. As she comes into my life with her sun, the flowers indeed will grow into something beautiful when our souls come together."
You thought Draco was reading something out loud, but when you open your eyes again, you see him looking at you with a smile on his face.
"I thought you were asleep again", he teases you—still stroking your cheek lightly with his thumb.
"What was that?" you curiously asks.
You felt the open window brought in the chilly wind, creating light movements on the curtains. You drag up the quilt over your naked body as it gets a little bit cold.
"Just a poetry that came into my mind right now when I looked at you peacefully fake sleeping", Draco responds.
"It was beautiful! And for your record, I was not fake sleeping—I was sleeping," you protest.
Draco chuckles and moves closer to you and supports his body on his left elbow. You were lying under him now.
"Still sleeping?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes", you answer and drag the quilt even higher up to cover your face.
Draco smirks and drags down the quilt so he can see your face. How would it be possible to have fallen so much in love with a person, as he has with you, he thinks.
"We should get up, darling", Draco says, and right away are wet kisses plastered all over your face and neck.
"Draco, what are you doing?" you laugh, trying to speak between all the laughter and kisses.
"Kissing my love", you can hear Draco's playfulness in his voice, followed by a chuckle.
You try to face the other way while still laughing. It only makes Draco pull you into his arms.
You feel his bare chest on your naked back. His arms wrap around you. The skin to skin makes it feel intimate, safe, and comfortable at the same time.
Draco places a kiss on your shoulders.
"You know, y/n, I love this feeling. Waking up to you and having you in my arms", Draco says with a soft voice. He intertwines his fingers with you.
You feel the same when it comes to him.
"Our garden will be full of beautiful flowers", you say and refer to the poetry Draco told you.
"I love you so much, y/n"
And right away, Draco covers you both under the quilt as he starts to kiss you everywhere.
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summary: draco comforting reader after failed cookie making
warnings: adhd, crying, mentions of food
a/n: lolol first fluff for the blonde asshat whose shoe i'd lick
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draco rubbed your back soothingly as you cried, face pressed into his chest sniffling mumbles of apologies, "i'm sorry. i can't even make you cookies properly." you gripped his shirt tightly your knuckles turning near white as more fresh salty tears escaped your lids.
"five, six, seven, nine..." the number of cups of flour you have poured inside the bowl. three eggs rather than two. salt instead of sugar. and using the wrong measuring spoon. you crying once you realized your mistakes,
tears immediately filling up your eyes as you thought about what your husband will think of this, his wife not knowing how to count properly. being a failure and disappointment. the thought have overwhelmed you, making you slide down the kitchen island your clothes white with flour.
you didn't even hear the door open, nor did you hear your husband's voice calling you. "y/n/n? darling what happened?" worry was clear in his voice, his hands cupping the sides of your face, as he lifted you from the ground, your arms immediately finding comfort around his neck, as you sobbed leading to where you currently are right now.
"shh, darling it's alright." the boy entangled his fingers in your hair as he kissed your temple. "no! no it's not okay, draco" you paused as you inhaled a breath, "i— why do you even bother with me? you could find someone better, someone who can make you your favorite treats without losing count, someone who isn't a burd—" that's where the blonde stopped you, trapping your lips with his, entangling them together.
"y/n/n, stop. okay?" he said when he finally pulled away looking at you with the most longing look in his eyes. "you are nothing but perfect to me," he kissed your hair.
"you know i'm not." you argued as tears started pooling your eyes again.
"really? then how come no matter how many people look at me, they can't give me the eyes you give me that i always manage to get lost in, hmm?" he dipped his head settling it onto the crook of your neck, smelling your cherry scent perfume.
he kissed your collarbone, "they can't give me that puppy eyes you give me when you want something?" your shoulder blades, "the thought of me coming home to you," up your neck, "knowing you're there waiting for me with open arms," your cheek, "your scent that drives me fucking insane," you giggled when he purposely missed your mouth, kissing the side of it.
you felt his smile on the side of your face as he whispered lastly, "and that smile on your face that i cant get off my mind, even if i try" he once again claimed your lips with his.
"now let's go continue baking those cookies, yeah?" you laughed as he hauled you up on your feet twirling you around before wrapping his arms around your waist hoisting you up, just before walking the two of you towards the kitchen, the sight a mess.
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