draco imagines

A Struggle To Muggle

Originally posted by morefelton

Characters: Y/n, Draco

Pairing: Draco x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Fluff, silly Draco, teensy smut at the end…

Word count: 650

Summary: Draco still isn’t used to your world.

A/N: Ok, so…requested fic from @ancient-reader-DracoxOC where OC is muggleborn or knows a lot of muggle technology and has to keep stopping him from doing things like putting his hand in a toaster or starting a microwave with the door open…Draco’s totally OOC, but this is the only way I could make the fic work…Hope u like it!!

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Never in a million years would anyone have expected Draco Malfoy to be dating a Muggle. 

A boy brought up on ideals and morals that taught him Muggles were nothing more than vermin-to be stepped on by wizards, put in their place as the inferior species.

And yet-here he was, sat on the couch with you in his arms, watching you press what he initially thought was an extremely large wand, but now knew to be the remote, the television in front of him switching channels without so much as a spell uttered from you.

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Dating Draco Malfoy would include

Originally posted by crystelgreene

  • Him feeling like you deserve better
  • Summers at his house he feels a little less lonely
  • Making sure he knows that you love him
  • Encouraging him to follow his dreams and not to do what  other people want him to do
  • Him glaring all the time
  • Being each other’s first time
  • Cute sex
  • Like slow and really sweet sex
  • Kinky sex
  • Seriously hand-holding, you leaning into him, your head on his shoulder
  • Quick kisses before class
  • him doing any and everything to make you laugh
  • Draco being jealous a lot
  • Like when Harry talks to you
  • Or anyone, for that matter
  • “Draco I don’t know why you’re so jealous, i only have eyes for you”
  • “Because darling, you’re mine and only mine, why can’t people understand that”
  • “you’re so cute when you’re jealous”
  • Draco being really shy at the beginning of your relationship
  • And you being a little skeptical that he was just a cocky guy at first
  • You realizing you were wrong halfway through the first date
  • Draco being really awkward with you at first
  • Draco having a crush on you for a really long time before you start dating
  • Draco being protective AF
  • Him constantly talking to about you to crabbe and goyle
  • Them lokey shipping you two so hard
  • sO MANY HUGS
  • Draco always defending you if someone is mean towards you
  • “Draco did you seriously say that to them?’
  • “They deserved it because of what they did to you.”
  • “… Thanks.”
  • “Anytime.”
  • You would end up with a very high tolerance for sarcasm, and you would slowly be able to reply with sarcasm
  • him always taking pictures of you because he thinks you’re the most gorgeous person in the world
  • and he’d keep a photo album full of pictures of the two of you
  • You thinking he was a player before dating
  • Him actually being a sweetheart
  • You always being there for him when he’s sad and vise versa
  • Draco spending a lot of his time trying to make you feel like the queen you are
Falling asleep on Draco would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Draco 😊Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him absentmindedly nudging you away when he feels the sudden pressure on his arm or shoulder while in class or at the dining table, only to scoff when he realizes it’s you

-Him whispering to himself and getting piss at how reckless you are to just drop asleep the way you did, only to get a look at you and notice the bags under your eyes, making him feel slightly bad for judging you

-Him at first complaining to the professors, especially Snape that you fell asleep on him, only to have a slow change of heart and covering up for you

-Him poking at your forehead or your cheeks and smirking to see you flinch and hear you mumble, only to get pissed whenever his friends thinks they have the right to do the same and yell at them

-Him being deep in thoughts and getting worried, only to find himself calming down when he feels you so close and strokes your hair

-Him wrapping his scarf around you to keep you warm, only to deny giving it to you once you’d wake up and just avoiding any other questions you might have

-Him feeling bad that you’re this tired and just grabbing you to set you as comfortably on himself as much as he can without making it seem weird

-Him wrapping you tightly in your robe, only to end up holding you to him and staying that way until someone notices you both and asks him as to what he’s doing

-Him getting annoyed to feel you drool on him at first, only for it slowly turn into him finding ways to keep you from doing so just to keep you and himself clean

-Him just scoffing and telling you to watch yourself carefully the next time, only to hint at you that you better not fall asleep on anyone else but him


Tags : @angel-with-broken-wings, @nekodalolita, @mad-boggart, @jokergirl26, @Erikaaferns, @ecurrier109, @purplemuse89, @fandomwritingismylife, @ichimaruai

Come Here (Draco X Reader)

Type: SMUT

Warnings: Sexy, thigh riding Draco

Summary/Prompt: In which the reader is horny asf, but her boyfriend Draco is too busy with his paperwork to oblige with sex…

Word count: 562

Anon asked: I’m not sure if you do smut or not or if you’ve heard of thigh riding but I was wondering if you could do a Draco thigh ride imagine? If not it’s completely fine I understand! Xx

Hello lovely anon! You made my day, I had so much fun writing this one (my soul is damned to hell, I am aware). Enjoy!

Request here!

DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DESCRIPTIVE SMUT

“Draco?” you said, pushing open the door to his study, and pouting when you saw him hunched over your paperwork.

“I’m a little busy right now, Y/N.” he muttered distractedly, shuffling through some papers. “These reports have to be done by the end of the week.”

“Can’t you take an hour’s break?” you asked.

“No, baby.”

“But I need you Dray, my vibrator isn’t doing it for me. I want your cock.” you whined, making your way over to him.

He turned bit his lip as he cast his eyes over you, dressed in nothing but one of his old white shirts and panties, showcasing your legs and leaving your boobs to spill out over the top.

“As very tempting as the idea is, my darling, I’m too busy.” he sighed, turning back to his desk. “Maybe later.”

“But I’m horny Draco, you haven’t fucked me in a week.”

He spun around on his chair to face you again, studying every inch of your beauty. It only took a few seconds for the man to realise how badly you wanted him.

“Come here baby.” he said beckoning you over as he slid off his blazer and let it fall to the floor.

His shirt was tight, showing off his arms and his chest, and you couldn’t resist tuning your hands up it as you sat on his lap, hands traveling upwards until they were running through his hair, tugging slightly on the ends.

He slid his fingers into the waistband of your panties and gently pulled them off, revealing your wetness which was spilling onto his designer suit, and you involuntarily bucked your pussy against the soft material, accidentally letting out a quiet moan.

“Does that feel good baby?” he breathed, lips trailing your neck.

“So good.” you gasped, grinding yourself down on his thigh.

His hands found your hips as he kissed up your neck, guiding you to rub yourself on his leg, the friction of the material against your most sensitive parts making you moan in desperation.

“Draco, fuck.” you groaned as he ripped the shirt down the middle, revealing your erect buds.

“Come on baby. Grind yourself for me.” he murmured, his voice husky and full of lust.

You threw your head back in bliss, waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Dray, please touch me.” you panted desperately, bucking against his thigh.

He obliged almost immediately, one hand finding your clit and the other on your hip, guiding you along. His hand on your most sensitive part was beginning to make you see stars, and you groaned loudly.

“Tell me how good it feels, princess.” Draco growled.

“It feels like heaven.” you replied, your voice shaky. “You always make me feel so good.”

“Damn right.” he murmured, lips finding your neck as he kept rubbing you. “Come on doll, I feel you, come for me.”

You pressed yourself hard on his thigh, and suddenly shuddered, feeling your orgasm wash over you. Draco kept rubbing and you whimpered as you came down from your high, feeling oversensitive.

“Dray.” you whined softly and he pulled his hand away, pushing his fingers past your lips as you sucked on them.

“I made you come, seems only fair that you return the favour, love.” he smirked.

You grinned and slid off his thigh, sliding down until you were between his legs.

Birthday Boy - Draco x Reader


Hey guys! In celebration of our favorite boy’s birthday on the 5th, I decided to write a birthday imagine!! It’s a bit long, but I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what ya think! Thank you!!!!

Warnings - None that I am aware of!!! 



“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!” Y/N yelled as she jumped on to Draco’s bed.

 He groaned and rolled over on to his stomach. Pulling the blankets off of him, she straddled his back. Leaning down, she placed a gentle kiss behind his ear. He let out a soft sigh in response. Taking it as a sign to continue, she pressed another one at the back of his hairline and continued down the back of his neck.



“Draco, get up. We have a busy day and I’m trying to make this your best birthday ever - which I know seems impossible since last year’s was pretty great, but this one will be the best one yet, I promise.” Y/N whispered as she pressed her hands into his back.

With Y/N moving her hands - and mouth - up and down his shoulders and back, this was was the most relaxed Draco had been in days. Between maintaining his “bad boy” image and dealing with whatever his father needed him to do, Draco had slipped into a minor depression - not that he’d tell anyone. But the only thing that ever came close to making him relax and see the good in the world was her. 



“I don’t want to.” Draco mumbled and closed his eyes tighter.


“I know that, Draco. But I have a whole day planned so get up and get dressed.” She placed another kiss behind his ear and the dormitory door swung open. Y/N jumped and Draco swung his head towards the door.

“Happy birthday, Draco!” Pansy shouted, dragging a tired looking Blaise behind her.

Draco groaned and his head found its way under his pillow.

“I thought I told you guys to wait downstairs.” Y/N rolled her eyes and swung herself off of Draco.

Pansy crossed her arms and cocked a hip.

“You were taking too long. I’m ready to get this day started!”

“Okay, okay! Draco, please get up and get dressed. Wear something casual, alright? We’ll be downstairs.” Y/N said and ushered Blaise and Pansy out of the room.


They only had to wait thirty minutes for Draco to finally drag himself down the long steps and into the Slytherin common room. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of dark black pants and although Y/N had known Draco for years, she still got butterflies when she saw him. He slung on arm around her, pulling her close, and planted a kiss on her temple. She smiled.

“Where to first then?” Draco asked.

The hike to Hogsmeade wasn’t as bad in June as it was in December - mainly because it wasn’t snowing. It didn’t take the four of them long to reach their first stop in the town. Y/N led the way with Draco holding her hand and following closely behind her. She stopped at the little station in front of the building.

“Hi, I have a reservation for four under the name Malfoy at ten?” she informed the girl behind the station. The girl smiled at the four of them and her eyes lingered a little too long on a certain platinum haired boy.


“Of course, follow me!” she exclaimed and led the four of them to their table.



 “Malfoy, huh?” Draco smirked down at his girlfriend and gently elbowed her in the ribs.


“For you. It was the only way they’d let me make a reservation.” she whispered back.


“How’d you do it? Did you take a polyjuice potion? Or did you just tell them you’re my mom? Did you take my last name as your own? Tell them we’re married? What’d you do?”


“I’m not admitting what I did or didn’t do to you, Draco. Assume what you will, but if I told you, I’m afraid I’d have to kill you.”

Draco chuckled and pulled out the chair for Y/N as they reached their table. Blaise did the same for Pansy and the boys sat down across from each other.

“Is this breakfast all you have planned today, Y/N?” Draco inquired while he stretched an arm around the back of her chair. Y/N shook her head left to right as she looked over the menu that had appeared in front of each of them.

“This is all she has planned with us, anyway.” Pansy muttered. Draco shot Y/N a questioning look then turned to Pansy.

“What do you mean by that, Pansy?” he asked.


“I mean that after this, you guys are going to explore Hogsmeade some more while Blaise and I go back to Hogwarts.”

The four teenagers enjoyed their breakfast. They sat and talked about big upcoming exams and how none of them really felt prepared for them - but did they ever? The four talked of their summer plans and how now that Voldemort was officially back, were they all coming back next year? Or were they staying home to help out their families? None of them knew for sure exactly what would happen. After an hour or so of dreary conversation, Y/N made them change the topic. This was a birthday breakfast after all.

The group finished their meals and went their separate ways. Draco held Y/N’s hand tightly as they went in and out of shops. She insisted on buying him something, but there was no way he was letting her do that.

Draco Malfoy was not very fond of his birthday. The only reason Y/N knew about it was because they had celebrated it a couple times when they were kids. Y/N took it upon herself to continue to make his birthdays a big deal once they got to Hogwarts. He wasn’t sure why she was so insistent on the topic. He didn’t understand. He was just a year older - no big deal.

Y/N led Draco to a small and quiet cafe. She knew he hated his birthday, but that’s the exact reason she made it such a big deal. To her, Draco had made it another year alive and for that, she was eternally grateful. She didn’t understand why he liked to sweep it under the rug. He hated presents and he hated surprises. She did both for him. She pulled out the box she had been hiding in her sweater pocket.

“I got this for you. Don’t say anything Draco, please. I wanted to do this for you. You’re my boyfriend and I love you. I know you hate presents, but I just had to.” she explained and set the small box down on the table. Draco eyed her then slid it to him.

Inside the box was a plain black ring. From far away, it looked extremely simple. Up close, though, it was carved with extremely intricate designs. There were swirls and snakes and when the light hit it just right, you could see the fangs on the snakes’ teeth. Picking it out of the box, the sun caught on some silver writing on the inside of it. He noticed his initials carved next to Y/N’s. His eyes filled with tears, but he held them back. This gift was automatically better than everything that Draco had ever been given.

“Is it okay? Do you like it? I know it’s not much, and you might think it’s stupid, but my family knows a guy who makes jewelry and such, and I asked him to make it for you. There’s a protection spell on it, so whenever you’re in danger, it sends a signal to a necklace I have back in my room and I’ll know you’re in trouble. It also protects you from any harm or at least-“

Y/N’s rambling was cut short by Draco’s lips on hers. His hands slid to her cheeks. He tried to convey how extremely grateful he was to have her in his life through that kiss. She pulled back a little and smiled.

“So you like it then? I know it’s kind of girly but-”


 “Of course I do, babe. Don’t worry. This is the best thing I’ve ever gotten and I’m so glad you care enough about me to at least try and make my birthday a special day. I love you so much, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” Draco whispered.

“I love you too.” she kissed him briefly again. “It’s time for your next activity, are you ready to come on an adventure with me?”

“Every day is an adventure with you. Let’s go.”

Y/N led Draco back to Hogwarts. They held hands and Draco glared at everyone that looked at the pair. Y/N made it seem like she was oblivious to this fact, but she secretly liked that Draco got so easily agitated. It made people leave them alone. It also helped that he was a Malfoy and people feared the Malfoys.

As they climbed staircase after staircase, Draco’s curiosity got the best of him. They’d passed the Room of Requirement and they had definitely passed the Slytherin common room.

At the sixth floor, Y/N made a right and continued down a long, dark hallway. About halfway down the hall, she stopped and entered a classroom. It looked like it hadn’t been used in years. There was dust everywhere and a strange machine sat in the middle of the room. Y/N let go of Draco’s hand and he stayed where he was.

Y/N pressed the ‘on’ button of the projector and it roared to life. The lightbulb flickered once before gaining its strength to steady out. She pointed it at a wall while the opening credits of a movie played.

“What is that?” Draco asked skeptically.


“It shows movies or uh - moving pictures with sound, I guess. A couple of muggles showed it to me two years ago. I wanted to show you my favorite one.” she answered quietly, trying to gauge her boyfriend’s reaction.

“That’s a muggle device then?”

“Yes.”

Draco crossed the room until he was standing in front of his girlfriend.

“Oh, Y/F/N Y/L/N, if my father only knew how much of a bad girl you really are.” he smirked and pulled out his wand.

With a flick and a swish, there was a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor. Snacks were piled by a corner of the blankets. The room looked sparkling clean. Y/N smiled and dropped onto the pile of blankets. Draco sat next to her and pulled her close. He wasn’t normally so easily convinced to do anything muggle related, but if Y/N liked it then it couldn’t be too bad.

Five hours and two movies later, Draco was whining as Y/N pulled him from the room. He pulled on her hand and tried to make her go back into that quiet and relaxing room with him, but she wouldn’t budge. She just kept leading him back down several flights of stairs. They reached the Slytherin common room and stopped right outside the door.

“Don’t get mad at me.” Y/N breathed. Draco rose an eyebrow and muttered the new password.

“SURPRISE!” a big group of people shouted.

Draco stopped just inside the door with Y/N following closely behind him. He hadn’t expected anything like this - not that he minded though. Draco Malfoy was always up for a good party. He smiled and waved as everyone went back to whatever it was they had been doing before the couple had entered the room. He turned around to his girlfriend.

“Why on earth would I be mad at you?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Y/N leaned back a little and looked up into Draco’s blue eyes.

“I know you don’t like doing big things for your birthday, but I just had to, babe. I wanted you to be able to celebrate with all of your friends - not just me.” she explained.

He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then kissed her lips.

“Happy birthday, dude! Why didn’t you tell us?” Theodore Nott interrupted as he strode up to the couple. Draco disentangled from Y/N. He settled for his arm around her shoulders.

“I don’t know, Theo. I just don’t think it’s a big deal.” Draco explained. Theo rolled his eyes and made his way to one of the drink tables.

Draco and Y/N pushed and shoved through the crowd and to the couches. They hadn’t had a decent conversation since they’d stepped in the place. Everyone wanted to wish Draco Malfoy a happy birthday. The couch was their usual hangout at parties in the Common Room and sure enough their were two seats left open.

After several hours of drinking and party games, everyone decided to head up to bed. In doing so, they also left the place a complete mess. Draco and Y/N had barely moved from their spot on the couch. The lights had gone out and they were sitting in front of the fire place enjoying the now quiet atmosphere. Her head was in his lap and he was playing with her hair.

“So tell me Draco Malfoy, did you enjoy you birthday party?” Y/N murmured.


 “If only because I got to spend it with you, love.” he whispered back.

“Please stop being cheesy for one second and be honest. Was your birthday everything and more?”

“Of course it was. Thank you for the best birthday ever,” he paused to lean down and kiss her cheek. “and for being the best girlfriend ever. I love you, Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“I love you too, Draco Malfoy.”

They left the cleaning to the house elves and the two fell into a peaceful sleep on the couch in the Slytherin Common Room.

Shy(ish) (Draco x Reader)

hello! if you’re not too busy with requests could you do a Draco x reader where reader is extremely shy and Draco thinks it’s adorable

I had no Idea how to end this… Whoops!

“Draco Malfoy and (Y/N) (L/N)”

Draco glanced around for his potions partner for this class, he didn’t recognize the name Snape had called.

He watched a timid looking girl hesitantly stepped towards him, now that he saw her he realized he knew who she was. She was that girl who always sat alone in classes, in the dining hall, and never really talked to anyone. If he remembered correctly, she always seemed to have her nose in a book, just like Granger.

She pulled out the seat next to him and sat down, placing the book she had been reading earlier on the desk, while avoiding all eye contact with Draco.

He tossed a few sideways glances at the girl, (Y/N), as Professor Snape explained the assignment.

“Get to work.” Snape commanded, and suddenly the classroom filled with the noises of students chatting, pages flipping, and cauldrons bubbling.

Draco turned, once again, to (Y/N) who seemed much more interested in her desk than anything going on around her.

“Well?” He snapped expectantly.

“Sorry.” She muttered as she grabbed her potions book and flipped it open to the page they were on. Draco did the same.

The class was mainly uneventful as the girl seemed too shy to talk to Draco. It wasn’t like he wanted to talk to her either, though, he had to admit, there was something about the timid girl that intrigued him.

When she finally spoke it surprised him, but what surprised him even more is what she said.

“Erm… you’re doing that wrong.” Draco, who was at first startled, fixed his gaze back into his regular glare.

“What?” He asked harshly which made the girl recoil.

She just pointed at the instructions in the book. He glanced down and looked back up to finally see that she had followed the book exactly how had asked. He wanted to hate her for proving him wrong, but for some reason he couldn’t.

“Well done Mr. Malfoy and Ms. (L/N).” Snape congratulated them once they had finished. “At least some people in this class respect the true art of potion making.“

As class ended Draco noticed that (Y/N) had already finished packing her things, and she had already begun heading out the door. He looked back down at the table and noticed she had left her book. He picked it up and studied the cover, it wasn’t anything he recognized.

He quickly turned around and yelled, “Wait!” but she was already gone.

You forgot your book.

~

It had only been four days since (Y/N) had left her book in potions and Draco had already read it twice.

Once he got back from the class he only had to glance at it to realize it was a muggle book, and once he did, he shoved it onto his bedside table and glared at it in disgust.

The next day once he got back to his room, he was feeling a little bored so he picked it up again, read the back and flipped through a couple pages. He almost found the plot interesting before he remembered who exactly he was and tossed it back, hoping to forget about it.

The next day he couldn’t stop thinking about it so he decided that when he got back to his room he would read the first page, and it would be horrible so he wouldn’t have to be bothered anymore. That’s what he though what happened, it started with one page, and then became one chapter, and before he knew it he had finished the whole thing, and he wasn’t even ashamed to say he loved it. So he read it again.

~

The library was almost silent, and smelled of old books. Draco was there, picking up a book, when he saw (Y/N) sitting at a table reading ‘Advanced Transfiguration’, probably for the upcoming test.

He made his way over to (Y/N)’s table and sat down across from her. He could tell she noticed because she stiffened a little, and brought her book closer to her face.

He grabbed her book from his bag, and set it down next to her.

“Here, you left this in potions.”

Her eyes widened as she glanced up, quickly grabbed the book, and put it into her own bag, before meekly smiling at him. Which, he assumed, was her way of saying thank you. She turned back to her Transfiguration book, and it seemed like she was expecting him to leave, and honestly he was expecting it as well, but what he wasn’t expecting was the fact that he didn’t want to.

“It was really good.”

She smiled lightly again and nodded and looked back down at her book, but then she frowned and glanced back up at him.

“Really?” She asked skeptically.

“What? You didn’t think it was?”

“Well… no, never mind.”

It was too late for her too back out, Draco was already interested in what she had to say. Which was rare, as usually he didn’t care about anyone’s opinion except his own.

“No! What is it?”

She glanced back up at him. “Well, it was kind of boring and predictable.”

Draco frowned.

“I mean I’ve read better,” she continued, “but it’s good that you liked it.”

She looked back down, and the conversation seemed to have ended, but Draco desperately didn’t want it to.

“What would you recommend instead?” He asked, almost desperately.

She hesitated, wondering if he was serious or if it was all just some weird joke.

She reached into her bag. “I like this one a lot.” She hesitated as she pulled it out before shyly glancing back at him.

“What is it?” He asked.

She glanced back down at the table. “I just… didn’t think you were like this, I didn’t think you liked muggle things.”

He hesitated before deciding to be honest. “I usually don’t, well not that I’ve ever really tried muggle things before, other than that book of course.” She glanced up at him, “I guess I’ve been trying new things lately.” She blushed awkwardly.

(Y/N) quickly passed him her book and muttered something about having to be somewhere before she scooted out of her seat and walked away

As she left Draco thought something that he had never remembered thinking before. Something about her shyness and awkwardness, something about just her in general, Draco found… Cute.

~

“Brilliant.” Draco said as he slammed (Y/N)’s book down next to her on the the dining hall table. The loud noise made (Y/N) jump and look up from her dinner.

Once Draco had finished reading, he had ran down to the dining room, and spotted her eating alone, like always.

“You were definitely right, this one is so much better than the last.” He said as he slid into the empty spot next to her, and tried desperately to ignore her look of general discomfort that he had caused her just by sitting next to her.

“Well I’m glad you like it.” She said while sliding it it into her bag.

“I just have one question… what’s a telephone?”

~

Ever since the shared book the two would talk occasionally, though (Y/N) would never initiate the conversations.

Quidditch season had picked up, and Draco and his team were busy preparing for the match against Gryffindor. He had brought it up to (Y/N), but tried not to too much as, whenever he did, she seemed uninterested.

As for his friends, they had started to notice the strange girl he had begun to talk to, and were extremely put off by it. All of his friends, especially Pansy, would incessantly tease her behind her back and to her face. And the worst part was, Draco never defended her.

Draco could feel himself start to lose contact with (Y/N) especially with his big quidditch match fast approaching. His training took up most of his time which left him with hardly any time to himself.

In fact, he had been training so much that most of the practices had blended together, but there was one in particular that stuck out to him.

Halfway through a particularly draining practice his teammate flew right next to him and said; “Your weird friend is watching you.”

Immediately confused Draco turned around to see (Y/N) sitting in the stands, watching him. Her book tucked away in her ever present bag, and her chin rested in her palms.

Once she realized he had caught her, she quickly picked up her bag and darted away, her cheeks practically glowing red.

Draco couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the practice. That was when he realized how much he liked her.

~

Right after practice Draco quickly got changed the ran out the doors, searching for the shy girl, in hopes of telling her his feelings. He wanted to do it right now, because he knew if he didn’t do it right away his pride would get the best of him and he wouldn’t end up doing it at all.

He spotted her out on the grounds, sitting down and reading a book. He couldn’t tell if she noticed him or not, but once he got closer, she stood up, and started walking away.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled as he started to chase her down. “(Y/N)!”

He finally caught up to her, though he was gasping for air, and slowed down his pace so that he was waking by her side.

“Hi Draco…” she muttered.

“Hey.” He replied.

He decided not to mention her surprise visit earlier today, deciding it would only make her uncomfortable.

The two walked and found a comfortable silence settle around them, and Draco couldn’t help but notice every time their hands brushed.

“This is my stop.” She said after abruptly pausing next to the entrance to the library.

“Okay…”

She waved slight and turned away, before Draco reached out and grabbed her hand.

She quickly turned around and stared at him with wide eyes and red cheeks.

“Erm… (Y/N)?” She nodded, “I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmede with me?”

She blinked, processing the question, before softly smiling.

“Yes, yes I would.”

Being a Ravenclaw and Dating Draco Would Include

Requested :)

Originally posted by ilaydaztrk

  • The first time Draco sees you he’s turning the corner leading to the Ravenclaw Tower
  • he watches curiously as the door provides an obscure riddle to the lone ravenclaw.
  • his mouth falling open as they answer it barely seconds later and darts into the common room
  • the riddle plaguing his mind for days, failing pitifully to provide an answer. “What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?” 
  • how in the name of Merlin’s scraggly beard does that have an answer?!
  • finally, he soughts them out in the library and springs the riddle on them
  • “Yesterday.” she replies instantaneously before a confused frown appears on her face
  • “How did you get that?!” Draco exclaiming with incredulity, much to Madam Pince’s dismay
  • the girl then proceeding to explain to him and a friendship being formed. 

Originally posted by thealipower

  • STEALING EVERY PIECE OF CLOTHING THAT HE OWNS
  • but acting oblivious whenever he questions you about it.
  • Then one day he finds you in nothing but his Slytherin Quidditch jersey, sprawled on his bed engrossed in a book.
  • As his eyes find you, his breath catches in his throat and his heart threatens to escape from his ribcage
  •  but all he can do is just s t a r e
  • it takes him all of five minutes to regain his wits while he stammers uncontrollably.
  • All the while, you’ve still not noticed his presence.
  • “Is-is that my jersey?”
  • you freezing in place, hand poised in the action of turning the page.
  • “A-About that…”
  • Draco not being able to control himself:
  • His hands would travel up your thighs and waist, attacking every bit of exposed skin with his lips.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

  • Draco becoming frequently frustrated and whiny due to the lack of attention he receives, especially when you’re reading.
  • “Are you finished yet?”
  • “I might, if you stop interupting me.”
  • him then resorting to vanishing the book with his wand and kissing you until you stop shouting
  • him pulling you into his lap at any available moment and forcing you to pay attention to him
  • “Draco! I’ve got a charms in ten minutes! let me go!”
  • him blatantly refusing and giving you his signature Malfoy smirk.
  • “But I’m so much sexier than Flitwick.” he would say seductively.
  • To which you would retort, “But sweetheart, at least he has good hair.”
  • (said while running for your life.)

Originally posted by fadedmapdots

  • when sixth year rolls around, you fling yourself into his arms upon locating him on Platform 9 ¾
  • Only to receive little more than a pained smile
  • You expect his mood to diminish after he sees Hogwarts again, but are deeply mistaken
  • every attempt to talk to him is eradicated by ignorance of your existence
  • though he sneaks longing looks in your direction when you’re not looking because he still loves you goddamnit, but you can’t find out what’s going on.
  • One day after being ignored once more by him, you’re waiting in the Slytherin Common Room after guessing the password for him to return but you fall asleep on the sofa.
  • you awake to a soft kiss placed on your forehead and the feeling of a blanket being placed around you. 
  • and his scent, god, his scent his all around you. Overwhelming all your senses.
  • “Draco?” 
  • His body goes rigid and he attempts to back away
  • with sluggish limbs, you stand up to face him.
  • “What’s going on Draco? Why are you ignoring me?” 
  • he sinks his teeth into his trembling lip as he tries to push the lie out of his mouth
  • “I- I don’t love you anymore, alright?” his quivering hands taking refuge in his rugged hair
  • “I don’t believe you. Regardless, you’re not seeing anyone else, you spend half your time in the Room of Requirement. Whatever you’re doing in there is obviously not succeeding.” 
  • “I should have known. Nothing gets passed you.” he chuckles restrainedly
  • “let me help you, please. You need me Draco.”
  • you pulling him into your arms as he breaks down
  • him clinging tightly on to you, terrified of letting go.

Originally posted by arianavevo

The Green During Christmas Doesn’t Traditionally Mean Jealousy

IMAGINE: Draco suffers from jealousy as he watches (Y/N) flirt with Fred Weasley. 

[gif is not mine.] 

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.0 k+


Christmas time was usually a festive occasion; the fresh snow falling, the carols, the presents. Everyone was happy at Hogwarts, except for one person. Draco sat at the table, his left hand clenching the silver fork as he watched as HIS best friend joke with the Weasley twins.

“If you hold that fork any tighter you might become one with that,” Blaise joked. Usually it was amusing to watch Draco in a fit of jealousy. It was like a five year old having a temper tantrum because he couldn’t have the toy he wanted. Then again he knew that if he didn’t calm his friend down everyone would be in the way of his bad temper.

Draco growled under his breath, the only attention he gave to Blaise. “You do know that she doesn’t like them right?” 

Draco turned to his friend at that and then looked back to (Y/N) who was now touching one of their arms. SHE WAS BLOODY CARESSING IT. “It looks like she likes them plenty.” Draco mumbled.

Blaise waved his hand, “Pfft, you know that she only wants to know their Quidditch strategy.”

“And how is caressing their bloody biceps a part of that?” 

Blaise rolled his eyes and gave Draco a ‘duh’ look, “She’s seducing them. Making them think that she wants them.” A loud laugh broke out in the distance then was followed by a ‘Fred, you’re so funny.’ Blaise winced and watched as Draco’s knuckles became whiter with each passing second. “She’s only doing it for you.”

“What?” He looked at Blaise, then back at (Y/N) again.

Blaise sighed in minimal relief, “Last Quidditch match, you almost had everyone’s bloody head because they played like a bunch of Hufflepuff’s.”

“Because they did,” Draco said. “I don’t get how that means that (Y/N) has to touch a Weasley.”

Blaise sighed heavily, honestly it was like talking to a five year old. “Look, she’s only doing this so you have advantage over them next match. If (Y/N) succeeds and she will we would have their play of the match, we would know their tricks, we would win.”

Slowly Draco let go of the fork, but still holding it. He could feel how warm his hand was and how much it hurt now he let go of it. He then looked back up to (Y/N) who was now being led by one of the Weasley twins out of the Great Hall. As he watched the feeble Weasley hold (Y/N)’s arm he didn’t realise that he was now clenching the fork tighter and tighter, and didn’t notice his glass breaking, the sparks flying around him, nor the look on Blaise’s face.


(Y/N) walked down the steps to her common room with a hop and a smile on her face. She held a piece of paper in her hand and spoke the password. “Honey, I’m home!” She greeted to the common room, knowing that Draco and Blaise would have stayed up waiting for her. True to her intuitions she smiled as she saw the familiar platinum hair.

Draco didn’t bother turning around, nor bothered to greet her. He folded his arms over his chest and frowned, allowing silence between them.

“Draco is mad that you touched and allowed a Weasley to touch you,” Blaise explained as (Y/N) drew nearer, a curious look on her face.

Her facial expression allowed Blaise to know that he understood. (Y/N) passed the piece of paper to Draco, when he didn’t take it she passed it on his lap. “It’s their play-by-play for their next match, as well as secrets to the team.”

Blaise peeked at the paper, his eyes grew wide as he took in the information. “How the fuck did you get this? Did you slip them Veritaserum?”

(Y/N) grinned at her friend, “No. I’m not a moron, giving them that would have me expelled. It’s a distant cousin of the potion, I modified it.” She shrugged, “It’s simple. Slip it in their drink or food and they would babble whatever you want them to babble and they would have no recollection of it, nor would other people.”

“Jesus,” Blaise breathed out. “With this information we would surely win. Do you mind if I take this?” Blaise pinched the piece of paper when (Y/N) nodded, “I’ll be right back. Have to show it to the team.”

(Y/N) turned her attention to Draco who was still in the same position as he was when she entered. “Are you seriously still pissed at me?” She moved forward leaning into him. 

Draco closed his eyes and sighed, “(Y/N), you touched him. He touched you.” 

“And?”

“He’s not allowed to touch you,” Draco explained. “Only I am.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. Now straddling him, Draco leaned forward, “I’ll fucking kill him if he touches you again.” 

(Y/N) grinned and tapped his nose with her finger, “Temper, temper Draco. Watch it.” She leaned forward and gave him a small kiss, “And he didn’t touch me. It was a glamour, my love.” 

Draco leaned back, “What?”

(Y/N) nodded and shrugged, “Yep. I like it when you’re jealous.”

“You played games with me?” Draco grounded out. He placed his arms behind her body and pulled her closer.

 She pouted and gave him a small grin, “Should I not have?” She curled her tongue behind her teeth, and smiled at him widely. 

“I’ll teach you what happens when you play games with me,” Draco moved forward and clashed their lips together.

“I showed the team about what you did and they were pissed that I woke them up but once I showed them what- FUCKING HELL GUYS! CAN YOU NOT DO THAT IN THE COMMON ROOM? THERE ARE CHILDREN!” Blaise yelled as he watched his two best friends now half-naked in the common room. They turned their heads and looked at him, giving him a sheepish smile. “My eyes, my fucking god. I have to go to therapy. I’m going to end up as batty as Trelawney because of this,” Blaise shook his head and covered his eyes as he tried to navigate around the common room. “If you’re going to do it here can you not be loud? And clean everything afterwards? And make sure that Snape doesn’t catch you! He’s still pissed about finding you both in the Quidditch shed!” 

The Bet (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Summary: A bet she thought she could win until he started with the flowers… then she knew she was screwed. I hate writing summaries.

Warnings: idek, let me know. 

(Author’s Note: So this is for a request I received on wattpad (my account: cutesneeze) and I have butchered it badly, it doesn’t follow it well and I’m not going to lie, a lot of the flower stuff is probably bs  and Ik I alwasy call Draco a dork but he is. oh well) 


We were just chatting, joking as we studied in the empty library when I’d said it, the flippant comment that had started the whole thing. I’d been caught up in a day dream and hadn’t realised I’d been staring into his eyes and he warned me not to fall in love with his ‘entrancing’ grey eyes.

I wouldn’t fall in love with you if you were the last person on earth.” I’d said with an eye roll and a small smirk playing at my lips.

But then the almost teasing nature of the statement suddenly disintegrated when his eyes met mine, narrowed challengingly.

“Are you sure about that?” He asked and it made me narrow my eyes at him in return to match his daring gaze.

“Positive.”

“Well what about a bet?” He asked. “I bet I can make you fall in love with me by the end of the year.”

“What would I get if I win?"I asked.

"What about a whole box of those Belgium chocolates you liked?” He smirked. “And if I win, you will tutor me in Herbology next year.”

I couldn’t resist. I had only tried two of those chocolates when he brought them back last year and they’ve been in my dreams since.

“Two boxes.”

“Deal.”

That’s how I assume I’m here,a couple of days after the conversation, Draco winking at me from across the hall at breakfast and Pansy glaring at me by his side. 

This is going to be a long, long year.


We’re half way through term now, half way through the time line of the bet and Draco has only just realised I don’t react well to blatant flirting in classes and meal times. However, now he has changed tactics and slowly, very slowly, I can feel the Belgium chocolates slipping from my grasp.

It turns out that I’m a hopeless romantic. A fact Draco Malfoy has come to realise and is exploiting to win this bet. Yesterday, when the owls were delivering the mail, a white jasmine was dropped onto my lap with a small note attached which read,

“A beautiful flower, for a beautiful girl.

D. Malfoy.”

I’d be lying if I didn’t say it made my heart beat faster for a moment when I looked up to find Draco’s eyes further down the hall and found him grinning at me, not in a completely teasing way at that. Pansy had looked as if she was trying to find a way to strangle me with her eyes.

Today, I find a rose already placed at my usual seat. It’s a lavender rose this time and for a second I’m both giddy and mildly irritated that I told him I enjoy learning the symbolism behind flowers. A lavender rose can be used to signify both enchantment and love at first sight.

“I trust you know what this one means, (Y/N)?

D.Malfoy”

That bloody dork.


It continues, and for week after week I find a flower in the morning either delivered by owl or left for me before I arrive. There have been sunflowers, for warmth, happiness and adoration, red tulips for elegance and grace, pink orchids for rare and delicate beauty- he’s managing to choose the most perfect flowers because every time I receive one, I blush and feel myself fall a little in love.

We still talk in and after classes, he’s toned down the flirting but it doesn’t stop him from whispering comments to me when he thinks no one else is listening, when he walks by in the corridors or when he gently nudges me out of the way when he want’s past during potions.

All this time I’m falling for him, I’m hurting, because I know it’s just part of the bet, and now I’m stuck with all these feelings that have arisen from a fabricated romance. When I decide I have definitely fallen for Draco Malfoy, I decide to keep quiet and then I can still win the bet, he doesn’t need the ego boost from knowing his plan has worked.

Well that was the plan, but today, as I stare at the red rose which has been left for me, I feel my heart fall a little and end up sending Draco a small, pathetic look which screams desperation before I push myself up and leave the hall, the rose clutched in my hand.

A red rose, an unmistakable symbol of love and can express deep emotions such as desire and longing but especially love.

When I’m about to turn into the Hufflepuff dormitory, I’m stopped by the familiar glaring eyes of Pansy Parkinson, jealous eyes I’ve become well acquainted over the course of mine and Draco’s bet.

“Pansy.” I say, my usual shyness forcing my voice to come out a whisper under the furious, looming stare of the Slytherin girl. “Can I help you?”

A nasty smirk forms on her face and she moves forward, her back straightening in an intimidating manner as she takes a superior stance over me, her towering stature making me feel uneasy.

“Yes, you can stay away from Draco.” She answers in a sickly falsetto.

“I don’t mean to offend,” I start. “But I think that’s really my decision, thanks.”

He face twists in a scowl and she takes another step forward.

“Listen here, (Y/L/N).” She sneers. “Draco, for what ever reason, has taken to liking you and you’re leading him on when other girls would treat him better-”

A bitter laugh escapes my lips as I take this in.

“I think you’ll find it’s quite the opposite.” I scoff. “He’s the one leaving me the flowers for a stupid bet and messing with my feelings and anyway, he can protect himself, you’re just doting on him because you want him to like you.”

I don’t have time to consider the consequences of my words before she’s reaching for her wand and I’m backing myself into the wall slowly.

“(Y/N)!”

Both mine and Pansy’s head snaps to the direction of the familiar voice.

“Draco?” I find myself whispering to no one in particular as I let out a breath of relief to see the platinum haired boy come to the rescue.

He comes forward, passing Pansy and pulling me closer to him with his hands on my waist and I don’t have time to ask questions before he has lifted a hand to my cheek and pulled my lips onto his in a blissful kiss.

“W-what the-” I stammer when he pulls back.

“Pansy, I’d really appreciate it if you would not threaten my girlfriend.”  He says in a stern voice, turning to the wide eyed, shocked girl.

“I-I- um.” She stutters, just as pathetic sounding as me, making me feel a little better but no less confused.

She doesn’t attempt to redeem herself, only turns on her heels and rushes from scene. Draco turns back to me, one hand still on my waist and it takes a moment for me to come to my senses and push him away.

“Woah.” He says, throwing his hands um in surrender as he stumbles back a bit. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” I repeat in disbelief. “First the stupid bet where you toy with my emotions but now the kiss? Just stop! You win, you can get on with your life now and leave my feelings out of your game next time.”

I can feels tears brimming my eyes as I rant. I know it’s my fault, I accepted the stupid bet but it still hurts. However, through the blurriness of tears, I can see the hurt laced in his pale features.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He says, his voice infused with concern. “I would never.”

“Well you did.” I hiccup. “I’ve fallen for you.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” I admit, looking down at my feet. “The flowers got me.”

He doesn’t say anything, for a second I think he must have left me until I feel the warmth of his hand under my chin and he gently tugs my chin up until I’m looking him in the eye.

“I’m glad.” He says. “Or I’d be in an awkward situation giving the girl love chocolates all because she didn’t love me back.”

“What?” I ask, wondering if I’ve misheard him, if my brain is making me hear what I want it to.

“You didn’t honestly think I looked up flower symbolism just for some stupid bet?” He teases. “I don’t do that for just anyone.”

“I did wonder why you were being dorky.” I admit, still in shock from the revelation. “I can’t believe you love me.”

“ I can’t believe you just called me dorky."He frowns in a way that looks far to adorable for words and prompts me to stand on my toes and press my lips to his.

It last longer than the last one, probably due to the absence of the rather scary Slytherin girl this time. Neither of us seem to want to pull apart and his arms wrap around my waist as he pulls our bodies together.

"I love you too.” He breathes when we finally pull back.

“Do I still get the chocolates though?”

He chuckes and pulls me into his chest.

“(Y/N), you can have whatever you like now.” He says. “You’re my girlfriend.”


The next morning Draco meets me at my seat, grinning at me with his hands behind his back. I’m curious when I reach him, an inquisitive frown on my face which morphs into a grin when he reveals a white daisy from behind him and slides it into my hair.

“A white daisy for true love.”

I roll my eyes despite the giddy smile that takes control of my phase.

“You are such a dork.”

Secrets (Draco x Reader)

Requested

In which Draco Malfoy realizes he knows next to nothing about the girl he fancies, a girl who knows almost everything about him.

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Originally posted by keepyourtwocents

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Draco Malfoy wasnt one to easily fall for a girl. He was mistrustful and didn’t open up easily. He found it hard to feel any sort of closeness even with the few people he would call his friends. For the longest time he’d been alone without even realizing it. Draco had always found it hard to open up to people but once he met (Y/N) (L/N), he constantly caught himself doing just that.

How could he not? She had this aura of warmth that glowed around her. Everyone else could see it and so could he. And when she smiled at him with her bright glowing smile he could feel his walls cracking.

So he told her things, things he had never told anyone else. He told her about his father and the kinds of pressure he put on Draco. He told her about his insecurities and fears and his plans for the future, his love of quidditch, he told her everything.

He trusted her, he cared for her, and that caring slowly turned into something deeper.

Draco Malfoy fancied (Y/N) (L/N) much more than he cared to admit.

The whole school recognized the two’s bond and though they didn’t entirely understand how someone like (Y/N) could get along with someone like Draco they began to halfheartedly accept it. Even Draco’s friends understood the closeness between the two.

Out of all of Dracos friends Blaise was the first to accept and understand it. He liked (Y/N), she was nice, and he was glad that Draco had such a positive influence on his life.

As Blaise began to spend more time with the two he began to discover something interesting. (Y/N) would never bring up herself. She would always listen to everyone else and what they had to say. Of course she’d mention little things like her favourite colour or food but never anything big, never anything real.

“It’s odd isn’t it?” He asked Draco after (Y/N) had decided to turn in for the night.

“What’s odd?” Asked Draco.

“The fact that (Y/N)’s never said a single thing about herself, I mean she knows everything about you, doesn’t she? Would you even know how to send her an owl over the summer?”

Draco blinked, trying to process what Blaise had told him. Trying to figure out if he was right.

“It’s just a bit funny is all.” Finished Blaise and they continued on with their conversation, but Draco could pay attention. For the rest of the night Draco couldnt quite forget what Blaise had said.

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Friend : Ugh all the men I like are 10 years older than me

Me : *laughs internally thinking about the 20-1000 years difference of the men I like*

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Imagine: Being Harry’s Twin sister and being a natural at magic (like wandless and nonverbal magic) and using this against your boyfriend, Draco, when he is being too much of a prick as a warning. [x]

Draco looked shocked. The spell has seemingly come out of nowhere. That was until he saw you standing in the corner. You were very gifted and nonverbal and wandless magic, but you still had to be there.

      “Was that you, Potter?” he asked.

      “Yes,” you smirked at your boyfriend, “I love you, Draco, but you were being an arse to Hermione earlier- and she needed justice.”

       Draco rolls his eyes.

       “And, you tell me I’m dramatic.”

       “You are,” you smile, “And, I say with you anyway.”

        “You stay with me because you love me,” Draco tells you, “And, because I love you. Even if you are a Potter.”

        You laugh, rolling your eyes. Even if he was right.

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