aunt bellatrix


Draco took a deep, shaky breath, hoping that Harry wouldn’t notice how nervous he was. He had been struggling with crowds since the war, and the combination of meeting the Weasley’s and the huge amount of people at King’s Cross station made him anxious as hell.

Hundreds of people walked, ran, waited or strolled around the main hall. In the distance he could already see the little coffee shop where the entire Weasley family sat, waiting to go to platform 9¾. The entire corner seemed to have a red glow due to all the ginger haired people gathered in it.

“Dad! I need to go to the bathroom!” Whined Lily.

“Just follow the signs sweetheart, it’s over there I believe.” And Harry pointed at the far end of the hall.

“But what if I get lost? Mom always walks with me…” Lily pouted.

Draco rolled with his eyes and suppressed a smile. The girl was a Slytherin for one hundred percent. Ginny never accompanied her to the lavatory since she wanted Lily to be more independent, and rightly so since she was eleven years old already.

Harry however, always melted for his daughter’s sad pout and cute face and Lily made good use of that.

“Sorry honey, duty calls.” Harry pressed a quick kiss on his lips. Merlin, he would never get used to that feeling. Draco was a complete sucker for Harry’s quick, domestic yet loving kisses. Before he knew it he’d agreed to walk James, Albus and Scorpius to the Weasley’s all by himself while Harry left with Lily.

His eyes drifted to the coffee stand again. There had to be at least twenty five Weasley’s present, even Charlie who didn’t even have kids was there.

“Well then, let’s greet the family.” The family that will be seeing me today for the first time since they heard Harry and I are dating. Draco shuddered at the thought.

Scorpius grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “You’ll be alright dad.”

Sometimes Draco hated that he couldn’t hide behind his mask anymore. It turned out fatherly love, or any kind of love really, destroyed your ability to wear it.

He squeezed his son’s hand back. “Of course Scor. Nothing to worry about.” And he began to make his way through the crowd with three children in tow.

As soon as he came within twenty yards of the coffee stand he knew he couldn’t do it. Ron, George, Percy, Charlie and Bill were huddled together on the side, and judging by the looks they shot at him he was in for a serious talk. A serious “mess with Harry and we’ll murder you” talk.

Draco thanked the heavens when Albus asked “Why is there a piano in the middle of the station?” He pointed at the grand piano standing next to the coffee stand.

“It’s there so people can play it.” Answered an elderly lady who’d overheard his question. “Do you play?”

“No…” Albus shot a sad look at the piano. It was currently being abused by a four year old who seemed to be banging the keys without any real purpose.

“Dad plays!” Said Scorpius enthusiastic. “He’s really good as well. Do you want him to play for you?” Albus’ face lit up, and he cast a hopeful glance at Draco.

“Would you?”

“Of course.” Said Draco for the second time that day, though this time he actually meant it. Anything better than joining the twenty five Weasley’s at the stand, five of whom looked ready to flay him alive.

Albus beamed at him, and took off towards the piano with James and Scorpius. By the time Draco reached it they had cleared the stage for him. The father of the four year old seemed happy enough to pull his kid away from the instrument.

“Can you play something fast?” Asked James. “I don’t like those slow depressing bits.” And he pulled a disgusted face.

“No problem. Fast is my favorite.” Even more so now that the Weasley firing squad was approaching the piano. If he played something soft they might try and talk to him despite the music.

Draco sat down, cracked his fingers for an extra dramatic effect, and began to play.

He started fast, loud and with closed eyes. His fingers danced over the keys and soon enough he had to bite his bottom lip to suppress a smile.

Oh, if his father could see him now…

He remembered vividly how angry Lucius had been when he found out his son, his only son, was playing a muggle instrument.

How happy he had been when he found an old, dusty piano in and abandoned classroom at Hogwarts. The hours he’d spent trying to find tuning spells in the library….

And then, of course, the time his aunt Bellatrix had caught him playing, resulting in a punishment that had nearly turned him into Frank or Alice Longbottom. How even after that he hadn’t quit because how could he give up the only thing that enabled him to make something instead of break it?

He opened his eyes to see a small but growing crowd standing around him, a crowd that was there because of something he voluntarily chose to do. A crowd of people who didn’t know him or his past, but just enjoyed the notes flowing from his blood stained hands.

But the blood had dried up a long time ago, and for the first time Draco fully realised that. He was aware that to these people he was not an ex-death eater or even a Slytherin, but just him. A guy with some talent for playing the piano, who tried to brighten other people’s day a bit by producing a colourful tune.

He quite liked being ‘just him’.

Someone standing behind him brushed a lock of hair from his face. A hand squeezed his shoulder. “I had no idea you could play like this.” Whispered Harry in his ear.

The line almost caused Draco to slip. He was a sucker for Harry’s whispered words as well.

The Weasley’s who had gathered around the piano as well looked baffled when Draco bent his head backwards to kiss his boyfriend. “I still have some secrets left in my closet, after all there’s a lot of room there since my sexuality came out.”

Harry laughed. Merlin he had the greatest laugh.

The man wrapped his arms around Draco as the last tunes from the piano died away. “That was nearly as beautiful as you are. And I’m sorry for abandoning you, I forgot the entire family was coming.”

“Well.” Whispered Draco in Harry’s ear as the crowd burst out in applause. “I think I’ve managed to survive these five minutes without the saviour at my side.”

And after a brief pause he added; “Of course, you still have to make it up to me later, but we have until Christmas for that.”

Harry turned bright red, but still pulled Draco a little closer as they walked towards the others. Draco couldn’t suppress the smile on his face this time. Even the judgemental glances of the Weasley’s couldn’t make him do that.

“Other dad, can you teach me how to play the piano?” Albus nearly bounced out of enthusiasm. Draco nearly did too, this was the first time Harry’s youngest son, the one who had struggled the most with the divorce, had called him dad.

“Of course, other son.” Draco shot a hesitant look at Harry, he didn’t know if his comment was out of line or not. But it wasn’t.

“Congratulations, other dad.” Harry kissed him. “Looks like you’re stuck with us now.”

Somehow Draco found that he didn’t mind being stuck with Harry and his kids.

Not one bit.

Slowly the train started pulling out of the station, taking Lily, Albus, James and Scorpius with it. Draco missed them already.

“Even after everything we’ve been through, it’s still worth it don’t you think? Life?” Harry was blinking against his tears. The departure of even his youngest kid weighed heavy on him, but at least he wouldn’t be returning to an empty house.

“Yeah.” Sighed Draco. “They make it worth it.” And he nodded at the train. James was still hanging from the window, waving at them. “They and you.”

Ron, George, Percy, Charlie and Bill watched as Harry kissed Draco again. Draco pulled Harry close, and together they watched the train disappear out of sight.

It looked like Draco didn’t need that talk.

So I imagined Draco playing Beethoven “Moonlight” Sonata op 27 # 2 Mov 3 but that doesn’t have to be your music for this of course. If you know any other piano music that might fit please tell me I love piano music!

I don’t know if public piano’s are a thing everywhere but here in Holland and in GB they are. It’s basicly a piano where passe by’s can play on to make waiting more fun.

Also I have never been to King’s cross and I don’t even know if that station has a main hall, but  it’s fanfiction, so I don’t feel the need to be geographically accurate, sorry


Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader
Warnings: Torture, etc. Takes place in Deathly Hollows
Requested: No ______________________________________________

There she was, and Draco didn’t know what to do. Greyback had shown up with the mudblood by herself and of course, Draco’s aunt Bellatrix had immediately shown interest in a ring on a necklace Y/N had been wearing. Draco knew it well because he’d given it to her without his family’s knowledge. She was his girlfriend, after all, even if his parents didn’t know.

The ring on the necklace had been a mistake, but Draco couldn’t blame her for wanting to wear it. It had his initials on it with his family’s seal on the front of it, and he knew that his family would soon make the connection that it used to be his. She hadn’t been at Hogwarts that year due to her traveling with Potter and his troupe and the ministry of magic’s hunt for the muggle-born wizards, but he hadn’t heard from her in months and he feared the worst. He’d missed her immensely, not being able to communicate with her except with two small mirrors that he’d enchanted for their distant talks, but his had cracks in it, and he knew she’d broken her own mirror.

“Draco, she used to go to Hogwarts. Did you know her? She is a mudblood, isn’t she?” his mother asked sternly. The girl’s eyes glance up to him and she shook her slightly. Draco swallowed, hoping his family hadn’t noticed her movements.

“No, I don’t know her.” he mumbled, defeated. He was disgusted with himself. Bellatrix grinned.

"Where’d you get that pretty ring then? Hmmm?” Bellatrix crooned in her horrid baby voice. Draco cringed. “Such a pretty little thing with the Malfoy seal on it and dear Draco’s initials. Where’d a filthy little mudblood like you pick it up, hmm? Crucio!”

Y/N immediately screamed with the burning pain that Bellatrix had inflicted upon her and Bellatrix yelled her question again. “Where did you get the ring?”

Draco couldn’t bear to watch as the unforgivable curse surged over her body and caused her to scream again. It was horrible, and Draco felt like throwing up. She’d always been there for him. Why couldn’t he save her?

"Answer me, you filthy pest!” Bellatrix yelled, and Y/N attempted to speak. The curse receded and she gasped out an answer.

"I found the ring at school during sixth year. I didn’t know it was your family’s crest. I didn’t know.” she whimpered the lie. Draco looked at her again. Tears were streaming down his girlfriend’s cheeks and she looked completely broken.

"Good. That wasn’t so hard, now was it.” Bellatrix grinned. “Draco, throw her in the cellar. We’ll decide what to do with her later.”

Draco nodded and went to pull the girl up from the floor. “C’mon.” he muttered. The two of them walked out the door and to the doors in the courtyard that led to the dark cellar. “I’m sorry.” he whispered as he led her down the stairs into the deep darkness. It was cold and he heard the groans from the others locked in the closest thing they had to a dungeon.

"It’s okay.” she murmured through her tears.

Draco checked behind him to make sure he wasn’t being watched and leaned down to kiss her frantically. “I thought you were dead.” he gasped out, almost crying himself. He didn’t want to let her go, not after what she’d been through just minutes before.

"I know. I’m sorry. A death eater almost caught me a couple months ago and my mirror fell and broke, so I couldn’t talk to you. You need to go, though, Draco. Don’t let them suspect that we know each other, and don’t let them know we’re together. It’s too dangerous. And if they decide to kill me, let them. Don’t be a hero yet. Your time is coming.” she murmured before pressing one last chaste kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

"I love you.” he whispered back, ascending the stairs again. He wiped his eyes subconsciously, making sure there was no trace of her on his body.

"Draco!” called a voice from inside the house. He sighed and walked back inside. “I believe this is yours.” his mother mumbled, handing him the silver ring on the necklace that Y/N had been wearing.

"Thank you.”

"I assume this is the ring you ‘lost’ last year?” Narcissa asked him. He nodded. “Don’t lose it again.” Draco looked up and immediately knew that his mother had heard everything and knew that the two teenagers knew each other and that there was more to it than what met the eye.

"Mother—” he started.

"Don’t say anything, Draco.” she whispered then looked around her. “You have to follow what she said. Don’t talk to her again or let on that there’s anything going on between each other. We’re being watched and if you ever want to see her again, you won’t let yourself do anything reckless. Please, darling, you know I’d do anything for you, so do this one thing for me. Wait until all this is over. Promise me that.”

“I promise.”

Originally posted by drarry-ponderings

In Stereo (Part 1)

“Draco,” an almost hesitant knock came at his door.

“Come in,” Draco’s voice sounded unnaturally low and scratchy in contrast to his mother’s smooth tones.

The ornate oak clicked open softly and he was greeted with the image of a teary-eyed Narcissa, who was so obviously trying to pull herself together for the sake of her son. Draco pushed his covers back and stood up, summoning all of the shrapnels of dignity he had left and using them to build the illusion of a strong exterior

“Mother,“ Draco whispered.

That was all it took. Narcissa was across the room in a second. She took Draco in her arms and, although he was bigger than her now, squeezed him as though she could shrink him small enough to fit in her pocket. Hide him away from what few dreadful things he had yet been forced to face.

Draco felt his mother start to draw back and fought to suppress a whimper. He studied her face and watched as she composed her strong, aristocratic features into the usual Malfoy mask that occupied them.

Draco reached a pale hand up and wiped a stray tear from his mother’s face.

“I’m okay,” he assured her. Or maybe he was assuring himself. Or maybe he was assuring both of them. Draco didn’t believe it, and he doubted his mother did either.

She didn’t answer, but nodded her head and set her lips in a grim line.

Narcissa fussed with her son’s fair hair and Draco frowned but made no move to stop her. “You’re wanted in your father’s study within the hour.”

Draco sucked in a breath of air and nodded his head in a single jerky motion.

Everyone communicated in nods and vague hand gestures lately. It was almost as though they were scared of using their voices too much. Which was oddly ironic, considering how they had all ended up here. Voicing opinions no one else wanted.

His mother exited the room and Draco - with a shaky exhale - made his way to the bathroom that was connected to his spacious bedroom. He stripped down with only a few seconds hesitation, still uneasy after an unfortunate incident with the wolf, Fenrir Greyback. Thankfully, the Dark Lord had called the obscenely large werewolf into some sort of emergency meeting before Draco had seriously injured him. Or been seriously injured.

As he showered, he wondered idly if this was how the Gryffindors had felt back in third year when Sirius Black had been on the loose. Nervous in their own house because of a lunatic hunting down the Chosen One. Hunting down Potter.

It was with a heavy heart that Draco stepped out of the shower and dressed. Nothing too fancy, this could hardly be considered a special occasion.

Draco wasn’t stupid, he was well aware of the reasoning behind his requested presence.

Requested. Draco scoffed ever so slightly at the word. As if he had a choice. If he didn’t show, he - and his mother - would be killed.

If he did show… he’d be punished. For his failure, and his father’s.


Deep breath. Sharp exhale. Draco put his hand on the doorknob to his father’s study. His eyes slid shut as he braced himself to open the door and face whatever was waiting for him on the other side.

Draco felt a delicate hand rest on his left shoulder lightly and he turned his head to meet his mother’s blue eyes. They held love and hints of reassurance, but Narcissa’s eyes had always been a direct window to her emotions, a trait she had unwillingly passed along to her son, and now they held barely concealed fear. Fear for the fate of the son she had raised. Fear for the boy who had no choice.

“Do you know-” Draco was cut off by the hesitant yet rough shaking of his mother’s head.

Grey eyes met blue one last time before Draco opened the door to his father’s study and stepped inside.

The tense atmosphere in the room prickled at Draco’s skin. His father refused to even look in Draco’s direction from his place in a chair in the edge of the room. On the flip side, his Auntie Bella looked positively ecstatic, smiling maniacally as the occasional giggle - which sounded suspiciously like a cackle - escaped her thin lips.

Lord Voldemort sat at the wooden desk in the centre of the room, stiffly perched in the same chair Draco’s father had sat in so many times before. There was something malicious glistening in his eyes. Though, that could just be one of the side effects of having red eyes. (Seriously, what muggle movie villain must the Dark Lord have based himself off of?)

The Dark Lord had always been intimidating but something was different this time.

“My Lord,” Draco regarded his master with a dip of his head.

“Draco,” The Dark Lord stood leisurely and a cold, cruel grin stretched across his white face as his snake, Nagini, slithered about near the bottoms of his robe. “You are to accompany us to Hogwarts, we have some… business to attend to.”

Draco had to restrain himself from furrowing his brow in confusion. (He could hear Pansy chastise him in his head, “Really, Draco, darling, that causes premature wrinkles,”).

“Yes, my Lord.”


Snow covered the Hogwarts grounds in a pillowy blanket. It seemed the sky, too, would have liked to cover the horrors that this war had conceived.

Draco walked behind his aunt and father, who were following the Dark Lord into the school. The irony of it all was not lost on Draco.

Familiar grey stone pillars towered around them as they entered the school. Every student in the vicinity - which wasn’t many, considering almost all of the students were already in the great hall - turned to glance in their direction before quickly looking away and flicking their eyes elsewhere, either at their shoes or towards the ceiling.

Draco watched silently as the doors to the great hall opened to accept their little group.

A hush fell over the already nearly quiet hall. Draco couldn’t think back to a time when the students had been this contained, not even after the death of Cedric Diggory, and it added to the ache he’d been feeling in his very soul since he had been marked a Death Eater, and therefore sealed his fate.

The Dark Lord stood at the front of the great hall, facing out towards the expanse of students.

“It has been brought to my attention that there are some,” the Dark Lord drawled and it made Draco regret ever using a similar tone, “who still resist my rule at this school.”

The Dark Lord’s eyes were skirting around the room - taking a particularly long look at Gryffindor table, Draco noted - before landing on Draco, himself.

A cruel smile stretched across his face and a shark’s mouth of teeth were put on display. “This will not be tolerated,” His words remained as calm and calculated as ever, but there were heavy notes of underlying anger in them that Draco only knew how to detect because the man (if he could even be called that) had been living in his house.

“And while I am unsure of what has given these students the false impression that Harry Potter is coming to save them,” He raised his arms up and glared cruelly out towards their audience, “No matter, I am here to right old wrongs, and give punishment to those who deserve it.”

Draco forced himself to stay still in his position between his Aunt Bellatrix and his father, Lucius. He was still confused as to why he, of all people, was asked to come along. He was also confused as to what they were doing here in the first place. Were they simply here to taunt the students with the hopelessness of their situation? No, he said he was here to ‘right old wrongs’ and to ‘give punishment’. Draco’s stomach flipped sickly as he realized the implications of what was happening.

This was his punishment.

Draco was no fool. He knew this was only the beginning. The Dark Lord surely had more planned than to force Draco to stand in front of his former peers and watch as he mocked them, like a petty schoolboy did a crush. Surely, there was more to come.

Sudden commotion dragged Draco out of his thoughts. He looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of uproar, and of course, it came from Gryffindor table. Specifically, from a certain boy known as Neville and a certain girl known as Ginny.

So, Potter’s sometimes-sidekick and his little girlfriend. Great.

“Harry is coming to save us you snake-faced bastard!” Longbottom burst out.

Girl Weasley stood next to him in a show of support, before yelling out, “Harry’s more of a leader than you could ever hope to be!”

The Dark Lord surveyed them with a front of amusement but there was a certain amount of malice shining in eyes. “Bellatrix, restrain them.”

“With pleasure, My Lord,” His Aunt smiled in that extra disturbing way of hers. She aimed a Petrificus Totalus at Longbottom and before the Weaselette could protest she was hit with one as well.

Alecto and Amycus Carrow were at the scene within seconds, where they exchanged grins and levitated the two defiant teenagers out of the great hall. Bellatrix skipped merrily behind them, humming a tune and laughing to herself occasionally. Draco grimaced in sympathy.

“Lucius,” The Dark Lord’s high, cold voice echoed in the suddenly silent again hall. “The boy.”

Alarms rang in Draco’s head as a heavy sense of foreboding fell upon him. His palms had started to sweat and he was fighting the urge to run.

Large hands that belonged to Draco’s father gripped his wrists and Draco could feel waves of confusion rolling around inside the hall.

The telltale static of a radio being turned on filled the room. Merlin, they were broadcasting this?

“Now,” The Dark Lord said, “You know what you’ve done.”

Draco’s heartbeat increased tenfold. He was trying to control his breathing as he risked a glance toward the tables.

His gaze landed first on Pansy. She looked terribly frightened as Blaise kept one hand on her arm, a look of set determination on his face. When he met Pansy’s eyes the look on her face shifted into defiance. But her eyes, her eyes held a question.

‘Should we help?’

Draco managed a small and subtle shake of his head and watched as tears filled her eyes. But Draco did not miss the slight flashing of relief. Pansy’s Slytherin self-preservation was still a strong part of her.

Good, Draco thought, Maybe she’ll make it through the War.

He directed a look at Blaise and knew he understood it perfectly as his shoulders slumped the smallest bit, his chin staying high in the air while he comforted Pansy.

Draco took a deep breath and turned his head to face the Dark Lord, who had used the time Draco had taken to watch his friends to speak of his greatness. Speak of how no one could disobey the Dark Lord and get away with it.

The task must be completed, no matter the consequences or difficulty.

Draco remembered those words from when he had first been given his assignment. An impossible task.

The Dark Lord stared directly at Draco as his long, white fingers curled around his wand. He whipped the wand up and pointed it at Draco.

Draco felt the grip of his father’s hands intensify in their place of holding Draco’s wrists behind his back.

Draco knew he should stare the Dark Lord down as he was punished. Knew he should exert some form of bravery. A way of showing he was not scared. But he was. He was so scared.

And although Draco knew he should do all of this, he also knew he wouldn’t. Because those were all the kinds of things a Gryffindor like Potter would do. And Draco was not a Gryffindor. He was a Slytherin through and through.

So Draco shut his eyes.


Huge thanks to @ferret-face for being my wonderful beta, @bigjellymonster for being the best Angst Lord™ anyone could ask for, and to @fairydrarry for just being an overall amazing wife.


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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger; background Harry Potter x Pansy Parkinson

Setting: Canon-divergent, soul mate AU;  alternatively, the Running With Scissors AU

Word Count: 1,307

Written For: @dhrfaves [favorite side ship + favorite AU]

[ one ]

Draco is sixteen when he wakes up to a searing, almost effervescent pain blistering across the inside of his right wrist.

He knows what it means—everyone does—and he switches on his bedside lamp with heavy limbs and a shuddering sigh. He has to count backwards from ten before he’s gathered enough courage to look down.

And what he sees—

He clenches his teeth to hold back a choked-off roar of frustration, molars grinding and enamel cracking, squeezes his eyes shut against the sickening lurch of dread knotted like a noose around his chest and his throat and his lungs—because his soul mate is a death trap. A death sentence. The world is falling apart, has been for months, and he’s already made his choice; he’s already picked his side, hedged his bets, put a price on his parents’ lives.

He doesn’t have room for this.

For her.

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Death of War - Draco x Reader Imagine

Requested? No, requests are open! :)

PairingDraco Malfoy x Reader

Warning/s: Death, Sadness, Violence, Blood, Gore.

Word Count1052

She was everything to him. Draco Malfoy was in love with Y/N Y/L/N and there was no doubt about it.  She was gorgeous and she was his. He missed the way how her fingers would run through his hair, or how his name would roll from her tongue. She was gone and it was all his fault. She died in his arms. The love of his life was dead all because of his stupid decisions.  

The Battle of Hogwarts: 2nd of May, 1998.

Draco ran from the room of requirement, leaving the trio and Blaise behind. He didn’t know where he was going but he needed to leave. One of his very close friends died right in front of his eyes. He ran around the corner and crashed right into someone. Whipping out his mother’s wand, he aims it at the person. He instantly lowers it when he realises it’s Y/N. She pushes herself onto Draco and hugs him tightly. “Draco… Oh my god!” she realised.

He reciprocated her actions and hugged her back equally tight. They both flinched apart when a boom sounded from behind. Draco stood up, grabbed her hand and ran in the opposite direction of the noise. They reached a door and Draco smacked it open and pulled her inside. He closed the door and turned around and saw her staring at him. He slowly made his way to Y/N and studied her. She had a cut under her eye and her lip was bruised and cut. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, tears welling in his eyes. She gazed up at him and shook her head. “I am. Look what’s happening. I’m a part of it; I’m on Voldermort’s side. They’re killing my friends- my teachers too. I’m so scared Y/N” he elaborated. Y/N staring at him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.  It was slow and passionate. Draco acted as if he could never kiss her again. After she pulled away from his lips, Draco lingered to where their lips once met.

“Draco, none of this is your fault. It’s his. You’re trying to save your family. I’m trying to save mine. We’re really fighting for the same cause.” She explained whilst her hand was in Draco’s hair. He smiled at her and gripped her free hand. The door rattled, most likely from a close explosion, making them jump a part. “Draco, I don’t think we’re going to be safe in here…” she trailed off. He opened his mouth to reply but someone barged in through the door. It was his aunt. Bellatrix Lestrange.

“My, my Draco! I did not know your blood traitor girlfriend was this pretty!” she cackled as she shut the door behind her. Y/N whimpered as she neared the couple. “It’s such a shame that she must die.” Bellatrix sniggered. She waltzed her way to Draco and squishing his cheeks. Her pushed her off of him.

“You’re not killing her. You’re not even going to go near her!” Draco exclaimed. Y/N gripped onto his hand tighter, needing comfort. Bellatrix snarled at him, then made eye contact with Y/N. She reached out to grab her which made Y/N back up and Draco blocking her way. “I said, you are not going near her.” He snarled at her. Y/N watched Draco whip out his wand and aim it at his aunty. The sweat was covering his forehead from the heat and anxiety. Bellatrix showed her rotting teeth, but instantly retracted them when Draco yelled a curse in her direction.

Bellatrix growled, pulled out her wand, and yelled curses back at Draco. Y/N ran behind some scattered chairs and his. She could easily see and hear Bellatrix. Her cocky cackle echoed through the room and her curly hair flick wildly around. She was graceful. Draco, on the other hand, was not. His curses easily missed her and he was sweating profoundly. His hand were shaking and he was out of breath. Y/N gripped her wand but didn’t attack because she was too afraid.

Bellatrix caught glimpse of Y/N and strategically position herself to lunge toward her direction. However, a much eviller plan rang through her head. Draco spun jumped up from behind his cover and could not see Bellatrix, or Y/N. His eyes jumped around the room until it landed on his aunt’s frame. “Well Draco, you still can’t hit me with a curse. You’re pathetic just like your-” but she was cut off from Draco screaming a curse. She gracefully moved out of the way, but this abrupt curse was now aimed at the chairs that protected Y/N.

A scream echoed throughout the room followed by a hideous cackle. Draco dropped his wand and stared at what he had done. There lay Y/N in a pool of blood with a broken chair leg through her stomach. He saw Bellatrix apparate and smash through the window that was behind her. Draco felt the blood leave his face. He ran over to her, stumbling over debris trying to get to her. He fell on his knees next to her. “No, no, no, no, no! Y/N! Stay with me baby please.” Draco yelled, tears racing down his face.

She looked at him, her mouth full of blood. “Draco…” she coughed up some blood. He winced and wiped it away whilst compressing her wound. “Draco stop. There’s nothing you can do.” She wheezed, tears clearly visible down her face. She was scared, and vulnerable and she was dying. He sobbed and placed her head in his lap. “Draco. I-I-I… I love you. I will forever. You were my first and last love. I cannot-” she was cut off by her violent blood coughs “-Draco I cannot love you enough.” She smiled, her tears swamping around Draco’s hands.

“This is my fault. I just injured the love of my life and now you’re going to die. This is all my fault. Y/N I love you so much.” He kissed her forehead and gripped her hand. She coughed once more, her breathing become more uneven. He grasped her hand more tightly and squeezed her hand tight. “I will always love you, Y/N Y/L/N.” he whispered.

“I will always love you, Draco Malfoy.” And with her last breath, she fell silent.

Silent Screams - Draco Malfoy x Reader (Request)

Warning: Graphic Smut & Strong Language. 

Request: “Can you do a one shot about Fucking with Draco in his house and trying to be quiet so his parents won’t hear?”


Come on’ you thought to yourself impatiently as you stood in the elaborate grounds of Malfoy Manor.

It was the middle of the summer holidays and you were waiting in the dark for your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, to come and meet you.  

You had not seen each other since the end of last term due to the fact that his parents were unaware of their sons relationship with you.

The both of you knew that Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy would never accept the fact that their ‘pureblood’ son had fallen for a 'mudblood’ like yourself but you could not stay away from one another any longer.

You were starting to wonder where the hell Draco could be when you hear a door open and close and the rustling of bushes behind you.

Terrified it might be Draco’s parents, or even worse, his aunt Bellatrix, your heart begins to pound in your chest and you’re sure whoever it is could hear you from a mile off.

All of a sudden you feel the familiar, comforting feeling of Draco’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind and his lips on your neck.

You lean back into his strong muscular body as he takes a deep breath in through his nose, inhaling your sweet perfume for the first time in what felt like months.

“I’ve missed you so much Y/N.” he whispers.

“I missed you too Draco.” you smile, turning around and hugging him tightly, “I thought it might have been your parents, or Bellatrix.”

You shudder at the thought of what might have happened if that was the case and you begin to realise how dangerous it is for you to be here, with Draco.

“Y/N, you know I’d never let anyone hurt you. I’ve been so careful, they have no idea. I swear.” he promises, kissing you softly before taking your hand and leading you towards a door at the side of the Manor.

You enter Draco’s house and you’re instantly hit with the sense of pride this family has in themselves.

Portraits of men and women line the walls of the hallway, all with white-blond hair, sharp pointed features and pale complexions.

“Come on.” Draco urges, noticing you staring at the portraits and pulling you along a little quicker, “We need to hurry.”  

Your heart was in your mouth, you couldn’t believe what you were doing at this moment; sneaking through Malfoy Manor, trying your very best to avoid the house elf, his parents and his aunt.

Draco turns to look at you, bringing his forefinger to his mouth and pointing at the heavy black double doors  at the end of the corridor.

“They’re in there.” he mouths silently.

A chill runs up your spine and you feel like you’d be frozen to the spot in the middle of the dark corridor if it wasn’t for Draco’s reassuring hand guiding you along.  

You creep forward, being as quiet as you could possibly be, your palms sweating and your heart thumping like you’ve just ran a marathon as you get closer and closer the door.

Draco turns left and you see a grand staircase at the end of the hall.

You’re almost there.’ you tell yourself, your heart rate slowly normalising as you both inch forward towards the stairs.

“Draco! Come here please.” you hear as the heavily polished floor boards underneath your feet creak.

Draco snaps his head backwards to look at you and then at the door.

It was his father, Lucius Malfoy.

“Stay here.” he mouths before walking towards the door, dread washing over every inch of his being.

The doors swing open as he reaches them and Draco is greeted by his mother, father and aunt sitting around the long ornate table in the middle of the drawing room.

“Draco darling, what are you doing?” Narcissa’s soft voice echoes through to the hallway.

“I’m just going up to my room.” you hear Draco answer, “I was going to have an early night.”

“Who are you with?” Lucius asks, getting straight to the point.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you’re sure that they are already fully aware of who he’s with.

“Nobody.” Draco answers coolly.

“I heard two sets of footsteps Draco.” Lucius probes nonchalantly.

“Ooh you have a little friend Draco? I’d love to meet them!” you hear Bellatrix’s wicked voice cry out as a chair scrape across the floor.

Draco looks around quickly, searching for an answer.

“It was Dobby.” he improvises upon realising that the house elf wasn’t in the room.

“Oh, how disappointing.” Bellatrix sneers.

“Go on dear, you may leave.” Narcissa permits, relief hitting you like a tidal wave as Draco reappears and the drawing room doors shut behind him.

You can’t help but smile slightly when you see the smirk on Draco’s face as he pushes you against the wall and kisses you deeply.

“Draco!” you whisper, pushing his body away from yours.

“Sorry Y/N, I just couldn’t help myself.” he sniggers quietly, “Anyway, you’re safe. It’s me he’d beat the shit out of.”

Well that’s even worse’ you think to yourself as you the two of you sneak upstairs; you couldn’t bear the thought of your boyfriend being beaten and cursed to within an inch of his life.

Reaching the top of the stairs Draco turns right and heads toward another heavy black door with a glass doorknob.

You feel immediately strange upon entering Draco’s bedroom; you had never been in a boy’s bedroom before and you couldn’t believe you were here.

It was draped in green and silver with a big open fireplace opposite his black framed fourposter bed, a walk in wardrobe was on the left hand side of the far wall and a small door which you guessed led to an en-suite bathroom on the right.

“Make yourself at home darling.” Draco breathes, taking hold of your hands and wrapping them around his waist, “Why don’t you go and get changed. I’ll run you a bath.”

Draco points at the walk in wardrobe before kissing your forehead and strolling towards the bathroom door.

What does he mean 'get changed’? I haven’t brought anything with me.’ you wonder, walking into the wardrobe and having your question answered for you.

There was a black silk robe with emerald green lining laid out on the centre island for you.

Taking off your clothes, you slip into the robe before walking into the bathroom.

You find Draco leaning over the bath, the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up as he swirls the water with his hand.

Candles float romantically above the bath and you watch as green and black rose petals float across the water, realising how much effort Draco has put into tonight.

He looks up at you from underneath his white-blond fringe and grins as you pull at the string around your waist, letting your robe fall to a pool around your ankles and revealing your naked body.

Draco walks towards you, snaking his hand upwards between the valley of your breasts before gently grasping your neck and claiming your mouth with his own.

You had forgotten just how fiercely passionate Draco was and the feeling of his skilled tongue synchronizing with your own once more was overwhelming.

“I have a feeling it’s going to be very difficult to keep quiet tonight.” Draco smirks, taking your hand and helping you into the bath before pulling up a chair to sit behind you.

You sink in, closing your eyes as you let the water wash over you.

“How have you been?” Draco enquires as he begins to massage your shoulders, “Did you get the presents I sent you?”

“I’ve been fine, apart from missing you. Yes I did, thank you Draco. I do wish you wouldn’t send me money though.” you admit.

“If I can’t be with you, the least I can do is take care of you Y/N.” Draco declares, his hands gliding down to your chest, massaging your breasts and rolling your nipples between his long dexterous fingers.

You instinctively arch your back, lifting your chest up to give Draco better access, only for him to grin and chuckle to himself before returning his hands to your shoulders.

Draco knows how desperate you are to have him again but his willpower is tremendous, he will drag this out for as long as he can before taking you; he loves driving you insane and hearing you beg for him.

“Not fair Draco.” you whimper as Draco leans down and kisses your cheekbone.

“All in good time, dear.” he whispers, brushing your ear lobe with his tongue; sending shivers down your spine despite the warmth of the bathwater.

After a while of catching up Draco stands and kisses you lightly.

“Well I hope you don’t mind me giving you this present.” he smirks, nodding towards a gift-wrapped box on top of a glass cabinet before wandering out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

You get out of the bath and wrap a towel around yourself before walking over to the cabinet and lifting the lid off of the box he’d left you.

There was a note inside the box which simply read ’You’re in for a good night x’ and you giggle to yourself upon pulling out what he’d bought you; a full lingerie set – garters, stockings and all.

You get dressed and open the door to Draco’s bedroom and find him sitting on the edge of his four poster bed, his elbows resting on his knees.

“You look absolutely breathtaking Y/N.” Draco utters, his eyes roaming over every inch of your body as you lean seductively against the door frame.

Draco watches the sway of your hips as you saunter towards him, leaning back on his arms as you get closer and closer.  

He looks so fucking good.’ you think to yourself, looking at the familiar smirk you love so much etched onto his face, his hair slightly scruffy as though he’s just raked his hand through it, his shirt half unbuttoned and askew, his sleeves still rolled up, showing his muscular forearms and protruding veins.

“I liked your little note.” you half-whisper, coming to a halt just in front of Draco, your hips at eye level, “I sincerely hope I am.”

“You do realise how quiet you’re going to have to be?” Draco whispers, leaning towards you and stroking up and down the back of your thighs as he kisses your knee.

“What if I can’t? You know what you do to me Draco.” you reply truthfully.

“Well if you can’t keep yourself quiet,” Draco grins before trailing his skilled tongue up the inside of your leg, his grey eyes boring into your own, stopping only when he reaches the very top of your leg, “we’re going to have to stop.”

You feel your crotch dampen as Draco pulls away teasingly, returning to lean on his elbows against the bed, smirk still firm in place.

“Please don’t stop.” you plead, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips.

Draco can feel the warmth of your womanhood through his trousers as you begin rolling your hips over his groin.

You feel his trousers tenting as he closes his eyes and groans quietly, his fingers stroking your thighs.

“I thought it was me who needed to keep quiet?” you giggle innocently.

“You just wait and see.” Draco grins, snaking his hand up towards your sex and gently circling your clit over your lingerie with his thumb.

You bite your lip and roll your head back, your hands on his chest clutching his shirt as you grind into his thumb and his manhood.

“Mmm, Draco.” you breathe quietly, leaning down and kissing him, your fingers now unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

Draco lifts his body so that you can easily slide his shirt off of his broad, muscular shoulders before flipping you over onto the bed and placing himself on top of you, grinding into your pussy with his hardening member as he sucks and bites at your neck, leaving beautiful reddish-purple marks on your soft skin.

You feel Draco’s hand gliding down your stomach towards your sweet spot, your breath becoming irregular as he shifts your underwear to the side and strokes his fingers up and down your wet folds, resting his forehead on yours, his grey eyes watching you as he slides two fingers deep inside you, not giving you any time to adjust.

“Oh f-” you bite his bottom lip a little too harshly to stop yourself from screaming and Draco inhales sharply through his clenched teeth.

“Control yourself darling.” he laughs quietly, his long fingers curling upwards and hitting your g-spot with every stroke.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you have to bite down on the back of your hand to stop yourself from crying out as he skilfully undoes your bra with his other hand

Draco’s tongue is soon drifting down to your nipples, his teeth gently biting and pulling at them before he continues down to your sex, taking off your underwear as he sucks and bites at your hip bone, scattering more territorial bruises as he does so.

You can barely contain yourself as you feel Draco’s hot breath over your sweet spot and you almost lose it completely when you feel his wet tongue pressing down on your clit.

He knows exactly how you like it and wastes no time in proving that fact; rolling his tongue back and forth over your hood before covering it completely with his mouth and sucking gently, claiming you entirely before taking his fingers out of you and replacing them with his formidable tongue.

You writhe incessantly under his skilled mouth, wanting nothing more than to scream out his name but instead taking one of his pillows and using it to stifle your cries.

You feel Draco snigger to himself as he continues to work you expertly, the vibrations off his laugh send you over the edge and you grind yourself eagerly into his mouth as you come hard, your hands clutching onto his pillow for dear life.

Draco stands up and lifts your spent body with ease, moving you further onto the bed before unbuttoning his trousers and discarding them absent mindedly.

You feel instantly rejuvenated at the sight of his cock protruding from underneath his boxers and crawl over to him slowly before palming him through his underwear; it was Draco’s turn to try and keep quiet.  

His penis springs into action the moment you slide down his boxers and you look up at Draco with hunger in your eyes before taking his swollen head into your mouth and pumping him with your fist.

He hisses and closes his eyes, his hand vigorously running through your hair as your tongue slides up and down his slit; the first drop of his precious precum dripping onto your lips.

“Y/N.” Draco groans, pushing himself deeper into your mouth.

You pull away playfully, smiling at him sweetly as you remind him that he needs to be quiet.

“Fuck this.” Draco mutters, grabbing you by the throat and slamming you down onto his bed.

Your eyes glow with a passionate desire as you bite your lip, staring into Draco’s intense grey eyes before his lips come crashing down onto your own, his hand still wrapped around your throat.

You can’t help but moan into his mouth, loving every moment of his complete possession.

Draco leans back on his knees teasing your slit with his throbbing member, lining himself up with your ready entrance before resting his elbows on either side of your head.

“Hush now darling.” he whispers into your ear before sliding into you at an agonisingly slow pace, your walls clenching around his cock.

You bite the juncture between his neck and shoulder to stop yourself from screaming as his pace quickens, your nails digging into his back.

Draco’s sharp incisors bite into your neck as he pounds you, your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you with every stroke.

“Ohh, faster. Deeper. Fuck me Draco. I need you.” you moan, not caring who or what heard you in your licentious state.

“Shhh, Y/N. We have to be quiet, remember?” Draco grins, putting his hand across your mouth.

Realising that he can’t trust you to take control and ride him for fear of you screaming the manor down, Draco comes to the conclusion that he can’t drag this out for as long as he may have wanted.

“Are you going to come for me again darling?” he whispers into your ear.

“Oh please Draco.” you beg, not making much sense in your reverie.

You take his face in your hands and pull him down to kiss you, trailing your tongue across his bottom lip before he sucks on it seductively.

Draco pulls out of you, rolling you over onto your side and taking his place behind you as he props your leg up with his muscular arm.

Your hand reaches down to grasp his cock, pumping him slowly before pushing him back inside you.

“Oh fuck Draco,” you half whisper, half shout. “You feel so deep -”

Draco can’t take any more risks, he puts his hand over your mouth once more before pounding you hard and fast, your screams muffled against his hand as your arm reaches around the back of his head, tugging gently at his white-blond hair as he bites down on your shoulder blades.

You feel the familiar tight knot in your stomach as your legs begin to shake and you know that you’re almost there.

“Fuck, Draco. I fucking love you!” you whine against his hand, grinding your hips into him as you feel his pace steadily slowing.

Draco’s body stiffens and his hand moves down to grasp your neck, steadying his final sharp thrusts as your spent cavern convulses around his spurting cock.

“I love you too. So much, Y/N.” he breathes into the soft skin of your back before rolling over, pulling you close to him as he does so.

You nuzzle into his ribcage, kissing his pale skin softly.

“I did good to keep quiet. Don’t you think?” you ask innocently, looking up at Draco’s exhausted face.

He looks down at you incredulously.

“You must be joking! I thought my parents were going to come bursting in at any moment!” Draco chuckles, running a hand through his hair.

“I do apologise.” you giggle quietly, wrapping your leg around his body and hugging him tightly.

Draco sits up and pulls the covers over you both before lying back down and cuddling you affectionately.

“Your note was right though.” you admit, struggling to keep your eyes open and holding back a yawn.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, lovely.” Draco smiles, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Your eyes close and you finally give in to your yawn.

“Go to sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow to get out of here before my parents wake up.” Draco whispers, watching you silently as you fall into a peaceful sleep, before settling down and closing his own eyes, wishing deep down that his parents would just accept you and your relationship for what they were.


This is way longer than I had anticipated! Hope you like it and thanks for the request! 


All I Want For Christmas - Draco Malfoy Imagine

A/N: hello again dearies xD got another awesome request for you! :D

Anonymous said: Could you write a Draco imagine where I’m a pure-blood slytherin and Draco is my boyfriend and I was at hogsmeade alone during the Christmas holidays and I get badly hurt by someone and my best friend Blaise sends Draco an owl to tell me that I’m badly injured and… Could you carry it on from there? Please love your blog <3 

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All I Want For Christmas

“I am going to miss you so much” (Y/N) said hugging her boyfriend tightly. The two of them were currently snuggling on one of the couches of the Common Room.

“I know, love” Draco said kissing the top of her head. “I’m going to miss you too” he said sadly. “I wish I didn’t have to go” he told her.

“I know” she said looking up at him before kissing his cheek. “But your father said it was important that you go” she reminded him.

“What are you going to do here all by yourself?”

“I won’t be by myself” she told him. “Blaise is staying too” she said.

“Oh, so you’re going to spend Christmas with my best friend?” he said pouting at her and making her giggle.

“Draco, you know I’d rather be with you but you need to go and your father said you couldn’t bring anyone” she told him giving him a peck on the lips.

“Ugh, don’t remind me” Draco said rolling his eyes.

“It’s only for a couple of weeks, love” she said with a small smile before she placed another kiss on his lips.

“I know but I still wish I could just stay here with you” he said as (Y/N) rested her head on his chest again. “I hate my father sometimes” he said rolling his eyes.

Mr. Malfoy had made it specifically clear that Draco had to be home for the Holidays and he was not to bring anyone. Draco didn’t really want to worry (Y/N) but he was sure this had something to do with him becoming a Death Eater.

“It’ll be over before you know it, love” she said snuggling closer against him and he kissed her head. “And besides” she said looking up at him. “We still have a few hours before you have to leave” she whispered making him smile.

“I believe we do” Draco said smirking before he leaned down to kiss her again.

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Dramione AU #7

After the battle at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy went on hiatus. Nobody had seen him in 5 years. Draco had locked himself in his bedroom. he never forgave himself for what he did with the vanishing cabinet, but more than anything, he hadn’t forgiven himself for what he let his aunt do to Hermione.
Hermione Granger, the only woman besides his mother that he ever loved. He thought about her all the time. He could still hear her screams echoing in the walls of the manor, his heart broke every time he thought about the scar that his aunt Bellatrix gave her. He had to make things right. He thought of every memory he had of her and apparated to her house. He landed outside of an apartment door. He lifted a shaky hand and knocked twice on the door. he heard foot steps coming towards the door and it swung open, revealing Hermione. Her jaw dropped in shock as she stood there in silence. Draco was about to open his mouth to start talking but stopped as he saw a small engagement ring sitting on her finger. he then saw a tuft of orange hair appear behind Hermione. Ronald Weasley, he thought. Draco shook his head slightly and apparated back to the manor. He couldn’t do it, he had lost his chance.

Draco Malfoy x Muggle Girl
  • Draco x Muggle Girl
  • Draco Malfoy walked the streets of London. He was far away from the Malfoy Mansion and his family.
  • The boy had a lot on his mind, he was torn between what is right and wrong. Draco was sure he is a bad person, doing terrible things and that he is just like his father. He didn't realize he couldn't be someone else even if he wanted to. Lucius and Narcissa tried their best to raise him in a proud pureblood wizard, worth of his family name.
  • But Draco Malfoy wasn't a bad guy. No one who doubts in his actions and questions if he did a right thing or not could ever be a terrible person.
  • The truth was, Draco wasn't the saint, not even close, tho he tried his best to be better in the past few weeks.
  • Why? Maybe because he felt this guilt inside him.
  • One can only imagine what Draco went through his years. He couldn't betray his family name, his father and aunt Bellatrix were both Death Eaters and Draco knew long ago, he will be asked to join them once. Not like he had a choice, if he turned them down, he'd not only risk his own life, but his parents too.
  • And now Draco was wondering, he knew the day of him becoming a Death Eater was coming close.
  • He made a few steps down an empty street. The houses were nothing like those of the wizards, muggle's have quite of a strange taste, he thought.
  • It was a beautiful and peaceful day in July, the weather was perfect and it seemed like everything in the world is going just fine. But it didn't.
  • Draco took a deep breath as he sat on the bench in the park. He was looking at his feet, while his hands rested on his knees.
  • Silence was broken by a laughter which made Draco look up from the ground.
  • His eyes searched across the trees until they landed on a girl, not far away from him. The girl was smiling, her eyes were full of happiness, something what Draco's missed for a long time.
  • Everything on the muggle girl spoke she wasn't a witch. She wore short jeans and white Chuck Taylor's and Draco couldn't help but admit the red shirt she was wearing really complimented her long (y/h/c) hair.
  • The girl laughed again, as a dog brought her a tennis ball. She picked it up and threw it in Draco's direction.
  • And then it hit Draco's head. It didn't hurt pretty much, but still Draco rubbed the side of his head while he stood up.
  • The girl's eyes widened.
  • "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" She shouted as she rushed to Draco.
  • "Are you okay? I really didn't mean to throw it at you." She spoke softly.
  • As she was closer, Draco noticed her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes and a few freckles spread across her nose and cheeks.
  • She was pretty, he thought.
  • "Um, it's okay." Draco blurred out. He picked up a green ball, turning it around and watching it closely.
  • He saw that for the first time in life, until then he only knew for the Quidditch balls.
  • He went to pass her the ball, but before he could do that the dog jumped on him.
  • "Marley! Stop it, leave him alone." The girl shouted as Marley winged his tail, looking at Draco.
  • Draco smiled and patted his soft fur.
  • "I'm (y/n)." The girl spoke suddenly and Draco looked up from Marley.
  • "..I'm Draco." He smiled.
  • "That's your name?" She questioned and then Draco reminded his name wasn't used in the muggle world.
  • "Yeah, um it's kind of a nickname.."
  • "" The girl said and smiled again.
  • From her eyes to her mouth there was this positivity she had, the kind Draco has never seen before. Like she was smiling all the time and couldn't stop.
  • "Is this your dog?" Draco asked.
  • "Yes, I found him two years ago on Christmas. Someone must have had abandoned him and then I took him home. We're inseparable ever since." (y/n) said.
  • Draco smiled. "Do you live near here?"
  • (Y/n) nodded. "Just around the corner. But I never seen you around here."
  • "Yeah, well I'm from Wiltshire." Draco replied.
  • You nodded. You looked up at him, in his eyes. He was different from you and all others you have met. He smelt of peppermint and warm ocean breeze. Draco, even his name was strange, beautiful, but strange just as him.
  • "Are you visiting someone here, or..."
  • "No, no I just wanted to get away from.."
  • Silence. Draco was out of words, should he tell a total stranger about his family? What he feels? Would she judge him? Think he's a coward and arrogant?
  • As his gaze fell, your lips curled in a slight smile. He wasn't shy, you thought, he was more of a thinker and a loner. The one who keeps their mind for themself and reveals nothing to the world. You suddenly realized he was hurt. In his eyes you could see the sadness and despair.
  • "I understand," you spoke, "I to get away from time to time too."
  • Draco looked up at you and smiled.
  • "Care to join me and Marley on a walk?"
  • Draco nodded "I'd be glad to." He replied and you two continued on walking.
  • Draco told you about his strict parents, about his doubts and fears. You realized all people he told you about had strange names and it felt like Draco lived in another world. Yet, you understood him. You could feel what he felt. Fear or letting other people down, fear of disapproval and not becoming what you want to be. The person who you really are.
  • "Sometimes," Draco said "the greatest fear of mine, is being myself."
  • His eyes were staring up in the sky, like they were looking for something.
  • He then sighed and gave you a broken smile.
  • "You shouldn't be afraid of who you are and what you fear, Draco. Even if you did bad things, that doesn't make you a bad person."
  • The two of you continued on walking, talking about your families, friends and the world around you. Draco was very sweet and nice person and even if he told you he wasn't you truly believed he was.
  • It was getting darker, you and Draco forgot about the time and stars already appeared in the sky.
  • "I'm really glad I met you." Draco said.
  • Marley sat at his legs, looking up and begging for his attention. "Both of you." Draco added and patted your dog.
  • "The pleasure is ours Mr. Malfoy." You said and he chuckled.
  • "I hope I see you around (y/n)."
  • You nodded slightly. You too, hoped on seeing him again. But there was this feeling that you won't.
  • Again Draco's gaze fell, but this time he wasn't silent.
  • "You are the only one that thinks there is something good in me. I appreciate that, (y/n), really. You are the kindest person I have ever met."
  • That gave you chills. It wasn't the typical compliment one gives you when you first meet him. You smiled at him before you spoke "I'm sure I'm not the only one, Draco. And you really are a good person. I feel...I feel like I've known you for years. And I believe there is more good than evil in you."
  • The street lights went on and there was only you, Draco and Marley. It was like a dream, standing there, looking up at Draco who looked like he was made in heaven.
  • You couldn't believe how someone like him felt so bad about himself. Why couldn't he see what you saw.
  • "There should be more people like you. At least there where I come from. But today, here with you, I felt so much better. Like I'm in another world." Draco spoke.
  • His eyes were telling he was being completely honest to you and you were honored.
  • You took his cold hands in your warm ones and your heart was no longer the center of your body, but in that moment every conscious part of you was in the hand that Draco held.
  • "We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine." You said, before you let go of his hands, knowing well you will never see him again, even tho every single inch of you hoped that you will.
  • 📚Quote by
  • E.M.Forester,A Room With A View
  • Druella: [gesturing to a picture in a textbook] This is Bellatrix's great Aunt Calpurnia.
  • Rodolphus: She looks exquisite.
  • Druella: She was burned at the stake in 1706 by muggles for being a witch.
  • Rodolphus: Filthy Muggles.
  • Druella: she danced naked in the town square and Imperiused a minister.
  • Rodolphus: she sounds lovely.
  • Druella: Yes, well, she is Bella's favorite relative and idol. but don't you worry. We convinced Bellatrix to wait until after she was married.
Christmas with the Malfoys

You woke up bright and early next to your boyfriend Draco. “Good morning, darling!” He said in a low morning voice.
You smiled,“ Good morning!” You stood up and walked to the window. The sparkling snow covered the ground like a blanket. It was Christmas Eve today, you had been staying at Malfoy manor for the Christmas holidays. You had met his parents many times before and they were very nice. They were kind enough to let you stay at the manor and even share a room with Draco, even though they had plenty more. You got ready along with Draco and then you all went into the drawing room to meet his parents. You walked in to see not only two blondes but also Draco’s aunt Bellatrix who had apparently came in for the holidays, you had met her before also and she seemed somewhat nice… around family at least. “Draco!” She said loudly running over to give him a hug.
He smiled and said,“ Aunt Bella, what a pleasant surprise!”
“My how you have grown only since the last time I saw you a few months ago, and… Oh (y/n)! Hello, how are you doing dear?” She gave you a hug as well.
“I’m splendid, how about yourself?” You said politely following the strict pureblood rules of both yours and Draco’s family’s.
“Oh my dear, I couldn’t be better!”
You all went and sat down on a couch across from his parents.
“Happy Christmas Eve to you all!” Said Narcissa smiling. “We will be having a nice dinner later this evening, we hope you will both join us?”
You and Draco nodded at each other. “Absolutely!” Said Draco, his mother seemed pleased with the answer.
“Excellent, I assume we will see you then!”
You and Draco both nodded and then left so you could go do some last minute shopping in Diagon Alley. You had a wonderful time with Draco, and as the sun began to go down you decided to apparate back to Malfoy Manor. You arrived in your room and you finished getting dressed in a little fancier clothing that you were. You put on a nice black dress and Draco put on a black suit. Dinners at the Manor had always been rather formal, but you didn’t mind a bit. You looked over to the mirror to see Draco fixing his tie. You walked over and tightened it for him saying,“ You look very handsome Mr. Malfoy!”
He smiled. “I may be handsome but nothing could compare to your beauty.” You smiled and he gave you a kiss on your cheek, so he wouldn’t mess up your lipstick, before leading you into the dining room. You arrived just in time and you took your usual seat next to Draco. Lucius sat at the end, then Draco and Narcissa had the first seats next to him, and Bella sat next to Narcissa. A few moments later the food arrived and it looked like a smaller version of the Hogwarts feast. The food was delicious and having dinner with the Malfoy’s was always very interesting, especially if Bella was there. Lucius and Bella fought like pure bloods and mud bloods, it was amazing, but this evening was rather interesting. Bellatrix had began to talk about a mission that her and Lucius were on from the Dark Lord. “This mission didn’t go particularly as planned… Cough cough Lucius!”
Lucius was quick to strike back with his own argument. “Oh we both know that this one was on you!”
“Me! Oh please! What did I do! If it wasn’t for…”
Lucius cut her off. “I do recall hearing the dark lord asking us to do this… Specifically asking you to do this…”
“So… What is your point!” Bellatrix began to get a little flushed.
“Oh my lord! I would do anything for you my lord!” Lucius taunted her with the most high pitched voice he could.
“Lucius I swear to Salazar of you say one more thing! And I never said that! I don’t even sound like that you blithering idiot!”
Lucius chuckled a little, then continued on with his argument. “But my lord, I don’t mind at all! Is there anything else I can do for you my lord! I love you so dearly, I would do anything…”
Draco nearly spit out his water and Narcissa yelled,“ Draco Malfoy! Have we taught you any manners at all!” But even she couldn’t help but laugh a little at that.
She was quickly cut off my Bellatrix nearly screaming back,“ Lucius Malfoy! Shut the hell up or I swear I will hex you! And Narcissa! How dare you tell him!”
Narcissa turned a little red,“ Sorry Bella…”
Lucius smirked a little, then said,“ Oh I have my ways!”
Bellatrix scrunched up her nose. “Ugh! I don’t even want to know!”
Everyone laughed but then Narcissa spoke,“ Bella, I love you, but if your obsession with that man gets you or my husband killed, you better watch it!”
“Ugh! You people! I am not obsessed ok!”
Lucius laughed a little. “Oh Bella! It’s ok! We all know here… You have to admit it! And it’s fairly obvious, if you remember the day of the that one death eater meeting when he…”
Bellatrix quickly shut him up by throwing a piece of bread at his head. You all laughed loudly and Lucius just smiled bluntly saying,“ Thanks!”
Narcissa laughed slightly and then looked at you. “I’m so sorry for our crazy family, my dear! We’re not like this all the time!”
You laughed slightly saying,“ Not to worry, ma'am! I find it all rather entertaining!”
Soon after the dinner had ended and you and Draco went back to your room. You stayed up for a while talking and enjoying your time together and before you knew it, it was midnight. You looked up to see the clock and then turned to Draco. “Merry Christmas, babe!”
He smiled and leaned up to kiss you. “Merry Christmas, darling!”
You smiled then asked,“ So what are you hoping to get?”
Draco smiled then said,“ Everything I ever wanted, I have right next to me!” You kissed your forehead then said. “I love you so much, baby girl!”
You smiled. “I love you too!”

anonymous asked:

A next gen oneshot where the female reader is spending the holidays with the potters and the Weasleys and Hermione doesn't exactly like her because she is a Slytherin and is a relative of Bellatrix so she looks a lot like her and the rest of the Weasleys besides Rose, Albus, Lily and Scorpius don't like her but then Albus tricks her to getting under the mistletoe with him and kisses her regardless what his family thinks. And she would be all badass and sarcastic as like a defense mechanism.

A/N: I wasn’t really sure how to write this - sorry about that - so it ended up as a drabble, I hope that’s all right for you x

Originally posted by fre4aky-princess

‘C’mon,’ Albus whined, looking over at his cousins for help, ‘she’s not that bad!’

‘Albus, were you even thinking before you invited her?’ his father asked, eyes narrowing slightly. His Aunt Hermione was sitting to one side, her head resting lightly on Ron’s shoulder. Her eyes were rimmed with red, and Albus was glad that Lily and Rose were upstairs with (Y/n), making sure that she was settling in all right. There’d already been one argument, James trying to make her insult him in front of the adults. He’d insulted her house, her family and was beginning on her cold nature when Albus had intervened. But it hadn’t been enough to stop the explosion that was his family’s rage at the whole affair.

‘I asked permission though,’ he said, trying to keep his voice level. He could hear his own annoyance though, bubbling too close to the surface for comfort. He thought all this was behind them, but it appeared as though some people couldn’t forget. Not that he blamed them – he knew what they’d been through was horrible – he’d just hoped they’d make a better try of it than this.

‘You didn’t give us all the facts,’ said Ginny wearily, rubbing her eyelids gently. ‘You didn’t even warn us.’

‘Because you’d have said no,’ muttered Albus.

‘Yeah, exactly!’ said Ron, his temper flaring up. ‘And with good reason. Did you not hear her argument with your brother?’

Albus sighed. ‘Everyone does that with James though.’

Harry shot him a stern look, and Albus knew that he’d crossed a line. ‘I’ll just go tell her to leave then, shall I?’ he asked bitterly, before storming out of the room.

‘Not good then?’ asked (Y/n) when Albus entered the room. She was lounging back on Lily’s bed, her hands behind her head. Lily was sitting on the edge of the bed, idly picking at the cover while Rose was pacing by the window.

Albus solemnly shook his head. ‘Kind of very not good,’ he said simply, moving to sit beside (Y/n). He took her hand in his, idly playing with it as he thought.

‘Maybe I should just go,’ she said, shrugging slightly as she did so. ‘I mean, it’ll be a blast being here while your aunt thinks I’m Bellatrix.’ The sarcasm wasn’t lost on Albus, and somehow it brought a small smile to his face.

‘Maybe if you hadn’t been able to counter-jink James that one time,’ mused Rose, causing Albus to shoot her a dark look.

‘Yeah, if I’d just let him bat-bogey hex me I’d been on speaking terms with the rest of your family. I could have even dyed my hair for added effect,’ (Y/n) said.

Albus chuckled slightly. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll think of something,’ he assured her.

He wasn’t able to do anything to try and help the situation until later that evening. Lily and Rose had persuaded her to go downstairs for dinner, and Albus was pretty sure that he’d guaranteed a few hours respite from the judgement of his family.

‘Hey, c’mere a second, (Y/n),’ he called from the kitchen, making sure that he himself was hovering in the doorway.

‘Coming,’ she said simply, and he didn’t miss the subtle relief behind her voice. ‘What’s wrong?’

The concern behind her voice reminded Albus of how much she meant to him. How much he disliked the way his family were treating her but how it didn’t change his view on her. If anything, it made him determined to show them what a nice person she really was.

‘Just some mistletoe,’ he said simply, glancing upwards.

(Y/n) looked up too, a small smile slipping onto her face. There was still a blush there, and Albus could have sworn that she cast a sideways glance towards the dinner table. But he moved in, gently pressing his lips to hers. He wrapped his arm lightly around her waist, pulling her closer.

He pulled away, moving his mouth close to her ear though. ‘I don’t care what they think,’ he mumbled. ‘I love you, and nothing they think is going to change that.’

‘I love you, too,’ she said, gently kissing his cheek. He could feel that she was smiling, and that made him grin.

A crush on the boy?// Draco x Reader

Title: A crush on the boy?

 Prompt/Request: Hey, love, can I request a Draco imagine where the reader (female) is best friends w/The Golden Trio (a part of it). She’s a Slytherin and hates Draco, who falls for her in her fourth year. They’re going in their own ways until she’s asked to help with Dracos mission, and they slowly fall in love, and eventually taking each off each other’s purity rings. Can this be an over the years thing, and can the reader make up with Harry and the gang? Thanks, love!

Pairing: Draco x Reader

 Warning(s): None?

 A/N: I LOVED DOING THIS EVEN THOUGH IT SUCKS!!!  this isnt really like the request, but i tried. and please stop sending requests and ships.

 First Year…

 Sighing, you walked with your friends. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. They took you in even though you were Slytherin. Ron and Harry absolutely hated you when Hermione brought you to them after finding out you have no friends. Hermione was you’re only real friend. “Hermione,” your soft voice rang in her ears waiting for your question, she hummed happily as you walked beside her. “Why don’t I have any friends?” the question wasn’t totally unanswerable, but it was answerable either. She stopped in her tracks “I don’t know. You haven’t found the right friends?” she shrugged. Maybe she was right? You shrugged also and continued walking.

 Third Year…

 Never have you ever hated someone so much. That was, of course, until you meet Draco Malfoy. He was the rudest Slytherin there. He always knew how to push your buttons.

 Even if you both were death eaters, you absolutely hated him.

You groaned loudly as Professor Snape divided you into partners, dividing you and Hermione from each other, and putting you with Draco (who groaned quite loudly), and pairing Hermione and Pansy together (you could hear Pansy’s scoff from the front of the room.) You turned and looked at Draco as he walked up to you, “Let me guess,” you started out “I do all the work, and you sit back and relax.” Your faces were close together and you watched his lips turn into a smirk, “Correct.” He turned to the front of the desk and started messing with the parchment you had out. “Stop it,” you muttered as he kept messing around.

 Sixth Year…

Lord Voldemort was coming back. Everyone knew it, unless you lived under a rock.

Draco’s mum was a deatheater, as so his aunt, Bellatrix, and father, Lucius. Draco was kind of just, put into this, as you were. Both of your parents we’re always into dark magic, even when they we’re in Hogwarts. They pushed it on you, even though you argued about it.

Today was the day. We all were going to a meeting. You knew everything. Everything about the mission, everything of how you, of all people had to help Draco, you’re worst enemy, with his deed.

You sighed deeply walking into the room with your mum and dad, “Stop shaking so much,” your mum hissed in your ear as you got closer and closer to the entrance, “Then stop making me nervous.” Your voice was loud, but not loud enough. She scoffed and pulled your arm with her as she pulled you into the room. She was the one to force you into helping Draco.

“She’ll help him, sir.”

She yelled out as she pulled you along that night. Narcissa, Dracos mum, was pleased. She and my mum were friends, and Narcissa always have loved you.

“Ah, Y/N.” Voldemort sighed as you walked in, “Just in time,” his smile was wicked, and it made you cringe. Not physically, of course not. “Hello, my Lord.” You bowed with your mum. As you both got up you felt two eyes on you. Your eyes meet a familiar pair of grey ones.

Time skip to like the last month at Hogwarts…

“Draco,” you hissed as you pulled his arm. You both had gone into an abandoned room. You needed to talk to him.”You have to do this,” you whispered in his ear as he shut the door. His eyes had tears in them, “I can’t do it,” he chocked out making you roll your eyes, “What was all that talk? Were you lying about how Dumbledore isn’t fit for Hogwarts? How he’s the worst Headmaster in history?”

His eyes flicked to yours. Draco had developed a crush. A huge crush on you.

He shook his head, he knew you were right. He was lying. He changed. “Then kill him.” Your words were harsh, you knew you didn’t mean it. You didn’t want Dumbledore gone, Dumbledore was amazing to you.

“Okay,” his voice was soft, barley above a whisper. He opened the door before walking out, you close behind him.

Standing beside Draco, Bellatrix Lestrange, was standing behind both of you, yelling in his ear. “Do it!” she said one last time before someone, you had not known was there, scoffed out, “Doesn’t have the stomach to do it, like his father.”

You turned and pointed your wand at him, raising an eyebrow. “Shut up,” you muttered, his eyebrows shot up. “Do you like the Malfoy boy?” he asked, smirking, “Do you like the boy you’re helping? He can’t catch up to you, you’re a much better witch than he and his father will ever be.” You took a deep breath, before turning around. “Draco,” you whispered, “Do it.” You pressured, he shook his head. Your hand started shaking; taking a deep breath you said the two words. The two words you have never wanted to say. Moving your wand you said them, “Avada Kedavra.”  You muttered loudly, Dumbledore fell off the top of the astronomy tower.

Bellatrix started laughing; you tilted your head down. “Ah, emotional like your mother, but you carry out your promises like your father.” A strange man said, “Yeah, I’m emotional because I’m not heartless, unlike you.” You spat, the man gave you a death look, “Now, if you’d excuse me, I’d like to go eat.” You turned on your heel, walking out.

Seventh Year:

You sat beside Draco, sighing as you read your text book again. “Stop reading,” Draco whined as you turned your page, again. “Then help me with the stupid O.W.L.S.” you muttered, not looking up from your book.

Draco had started messing with the ring his mum had gotten him for his sixteenth birthday, as she had gotten you one too. He looked at you before kissing your cheek, “I think it’s time we take them off,” he all of a sudden said, your eyebrows knitted together. “What? The purity ring? Draco, love, we promised your mum we wouldn’t take them off until we were ready, are you sure you’re ready?” you voice was low, he smiled nodding. “Yeah,” your gave lit up into a huge grin, “Okay.” You agreed, he closed your book before softly kissing you. “We don’t have to,” he whispered against your lips, “I want to,” you muttered out as he picked you up from his seat on his bed, putting you on his lap.

Skipping Smut because I do not want to nope nope nope!!!

You laid in his bed, cuddling into his side, “I love you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. Your face blushed deeply, “I love you too.” You whispered, looking up at him.

You looked at the purity rings on the bedside table. Your names were carved into each one, his mum had them engraved so you didn’t lose them. Draco had fallen asleep, you closely behind him. Humming a tune you, whispered “I love you Draco. With all my heart.” before your eyes closed.

but imagine young Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger meeting for the first time in the Hogwarts Express.

imagine an 11 year old boy — whose only perception of beauty in his mind is his mother’s perfectly coiffed long, blonde hair and cool, aristocratic tone —  finding this 11 year old girl somewhat cute, with her big, bushy, brown hair and big, bossy voice and thinking she’s not too bad. i wonder what her name is.

imagine him watching her as they wait outside the doors of the Great Hall, only pausing in his observations of her to talk to Harry Potter, to befriend the only person ever to escape the Killing Curse because Father will be pleased if he accomplishes that.

imagine the stinging hurt caused by Harry Potter’s rejection — the first “no” he has gotten in his life because that Potter would rather be friends with a Weasley, a Weasley, rather than the son of Lucius Malfoy — only mildly soothed by the thought of friendship with the bushy haired girl from the train, who’s name he found out, is Hermione Granger.

imagine his joy of being sorted in Slytherin — like he always knew he would be — being replaced with a twinge of disappointment when the Sorting Hat finally announced Gryffindor after three minutes of being placed on her head, him thinking how could he possibly be friends with her now? but that’s alright, i’ll find a way.

imagine his shock and disbelief when, during breakfast the very next day at the Slytherin table, Pansy had told everyone who would listen that that Granger girl is muggleborn, she doesn’t wizard blood and he remembers what his father has said about Muggleborns and “dirty blood” and the last hopes of her ever becoming his friend is crushed and gone for good.

imagine the brief feeling of triumph at seeing the hurt on Granger’s face when he called her Mudblood for the very first time, and him scolding himself afterwards over the unwelcome feeling of remorse because she is only mudblood scum, unworthy of magic and the wizarding world, Father said so.

imagine him running as fast as his feet could carry him during the riot in the Quidditch World Cup, stumbling and slipping countless times over tree roots and rocks in his rush, and not even caring, only that he must get to Granger, he must warn her, he must, he must, he must.

imagine him finding all of that worth it, when months later in December, he watches her dancing with Viktor Krum, safe and laughing, the most beautiful girl that night in the Yule Ball.

imagine the constant thought of Hermione Granger being replaced with fear, and pain, and loss of innocence that came in the form of the inky Dark Mark branded on his left forearm, and with it, the heavy load of his and his parents’ life resting on his shoulders, the grave possibility of their deaths lest he fails in the task the Dark Lord has given him.

imagine him watching Granger writhe and scream on the drawing room floor of his family’s manor, being tortured by his own aunt Bellatrix and he thinks, if he can’t escape physically, he can fade within, the voice in his said shouting, pleading this is not what i wanted, i’m sorry i couldn’t save you i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry.

imagine the feeling of breathing again when he sees her among the survivors in the Great Hall after the Battle of Hogwarts, scarred and shaking, but warm and very much alive, and after thanking all the powers that be for his family’s survival, he chants thank Merlin, thank Salazar, she’s alive she’s alive she’s alive.

imagine him seeing Hermione Granger — no, Weasley now, he keeps reminding himself — at King’s Cross Station on the 1st of September 2017. He places a hand on Scorpius’ shoulder and bids him good fortune and tells him he is, and will always be, proud of him, then he lets Astoria take her turn of saying goodbye to their son.

he stares at his family, these two people who he loves more than anything in the world. his gaze then falls to Hermione and her family for a second, and he smiles a sad, little smile to himself, thinking of lost opportunities.

Five times Draco Malfoy Hurt Hermione

The first time that Draco Malfoy had ever truly hurt Hermione Granger was in their second year.

Most people assume that it was when he called her a mud blood, but she didn’t mind that actually. She hadn’t even known what it meant, and so it hadn’t really affected her. When she had learnt what it meant, she was angry, but not hurt. She had already expected Malfoy to say something like that to her after she had called him out on the fact that he was only on the team because his father bought his way there.

The first time Draco Malfoy ever truly hurt her was when she learned that he had wished her dead.

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