A noise at the trapdoor above the basement makes Luna snap to attention. If it’s the Manor’s house elf, Shiny, he’ll have food (and Luna is so hungry. She’s almost as hungry as she is cold), but if it’s not… Luna shudders. She’s no stranger, after a term at Hogwarts under the Carrows, to the Crutiatus Curse, but that Bellatrix woman doesn’t care about spilling blood.
To be safe, Luna draws back under the blanket she’d found folded next to her upon waking once - she doesn’t know if it had been morning or not - beneath a sack of apples and pumpkin juice. As far as she can tell, the other inhabitants of the basement are asleep. Olivander spends much of his time asleep, and she can’t hear Griphook cursing in the dark. Dean she’s not sure about.
The door swings open, and the light makes Luna blink. At its top, though, isn’t Shiny….or Bellatrix. Instead, Draco Malfoy, dressed in robes that remind Luna of Ravenclaw (oh goodness, her common room) stands, peering down at them. It must be Easter break.
You better Marry her One Day (Draco Malfoy x Reader)
Prompt/Request: ‘’Hi!! I really liked my last imagine that you wrote for me. Do you think you could write another Draco Malfoy imagine, where the reader meets his parents and she later overhears his mother telling Draco that he better marry the reader one day? Thanks!’’ -
Word Count: 1,181. Warning(s): Fluff, I guess? Note: Thank you for the amazing request, I liked it to write. :) Hope you like it too! xx
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The nerves were killing you as you stood in front of
the Malfoy Manor, a very big manor, almost like a castle with its own, little
kingdom. Even though everything looked very clean and neat, it still had a very
dark look. Yes, even when you were sorted in Slytherin and a pureblood, you
still disliked dark colours. But following Draco his advice, you wore some
black jeans, a dark blue shirt and a black leather jacket. To finish of your
outfit, you wore black shoes, hoping the family wouldn’t hate it.
God, everything mattered if you thought
about it. You were so concentrated on your appearance and manners you didn’t
even realize someone opened the door already you had not even knocked on.
‘Good day darling, I’m assuming you’re
Y/N?’ a woman with dark hair and dark clothes greeted you. In her hair were
some grey locks and immediately you liked it the way she slowly accepted
growing old. Well, that’s what you thought, maybe that was not the reason
behind the grey locks after all.
You nodded and shook her hand, which
reached out to you already. ‘Yes, Y/N Y/L/N. And you’re Draco’s mother?’
you questioned, not trying to sound rude at all as she led you in.
Inside it was dark too, as you expected,
but it was very beautiful and all the stuff looked very expensive. Even when
you’d touch the walls, you felt like it would break down right down to your
feet. This was a whole other universe than your own, ordinary home. You shook
your head and let your thoughts drift away.
‘Yes, yes I am. Narcissa Malfoy,’ she
smiled before letting your hand finally go. The door behind you was now closed
and you started to follow Narcissa to another door inside. Narcissa opened the
door, which seemed to be the door to the living room. On the couch was Draco,
laying down, reading a book for school while on the chair on the other side of
him, was another man. He looked a lot like Draco. The blonde hair, the same
face expression and his whole appearance made you conclude he was his father.
‘Draco, Y/N is here,’ Narcissa
announced, making Draco look up. He shot up immediately and walked towards you
with open arms.
‘Hey babe,’ he whispered when he was
close to you, pressing a small kiss on your lips, before letting go of you and
wrapping his arm around your waist. And there you stood, like Draco was
presenting you to his parents, despite your little meeting with his mother.
He took a short breathe, looking at his
father, who had not a single emotion on his face nor in his eyes.
‘Hi, I’m Y/N,’ you shortly introduced
yourself, waving a little before a small laugh left your mouth. Narcissa was
already smiling, but Draco’s father stayed silent.
‘Father?’ Draco said kind of unsure
about his words, also nervous because his father hasn’t said a single thing but
sending you glares. Well, you thought it were glares.
‘Lucius Malfoy,’ was the only thing he
said. The corners of his mouth went a bit upward and you questioned yourself if
this was supposed to represent a smile.
But to prevent any other awkward
situations, you just said: ‘Nice to meet you, sir.’ And you showed your
most beautiful smile, feeling Draco chuckle. His grip around your waist
stiffened a bit, so you smiled even more, but not towards Lucius anymore, but
Your eyes met, feeling the spark inside
lighten up again. He nodded, gesturing it was going okay. A wave of relief
washed over you, before Narcissa and Lucius started to walk to another room.
Draco hold on tightly when he walked with you, entering the big room which
seemed to be the dining room.
‘Dinner’s almost ready,’ Draco’s mother
said as she smiled, walking to the kitchen to check the food one last time.
‘Good,’ you answered, turning towards
Draco and his father, ‘mind if I use the bathroom real quick and wash my
hands?’ You showed a grin and frowned a bit. Draco nodded, ignoring his father
as he told you were to find it. A quick thank you rolled over your lips and
before you knew it, you were already inside.
‘Come on Y/N, you can do this,’ you
whispered to you reflection, trying to encourage yourself, ‘it’s all going
well right now. Kill it out there.’
You took a deep breathe, fixing your
hair and make-up again, washing your hands before exiting the bathroom. That’s
when you realized you got lost in the house. It was a bloody maze in your eyes.
Voices were heard, so you assumed it
were Draco and his parents and as you were approaching the voices behind the
door, you saw it was a direct door to the kitchen and not via the dining room.
The voices belonged to Narcissa and
‘What a beautiful girl Draco, reminds me
of the younger me,’ you heard Narcissa say, making you smile and your heartbeat
‘She’s the prettiest and sweetest woman
alive,’ Draco told his mother, love lacing in his words.
Narcissa laughed and laid her hands on
the shoulders of her son. ‘Your father will love her too, darling. She
makes you so happy, I’ve never seen you so happy.’
Draco just nodded, hearing things he
already knew. You were indeed one of his only lights that brought him happiness
and made him turn into a good person. Well, let’s just say you made him have a
good side too.
‘You better marry her one day,’ Narcissa
smiled while stroking the arms of her only son. Draco laughed and grabbed his
‘Don’t worry mother, I will,’ he assured
her, making her nod.
On the other side of the door, you were
almost fainting. A hand clasped in front of your mouth, you silently left the
door, finding the other way around immediately as the smile on your face
wouldn’t fade away.
When you were in the dining room again,
everyone was finally there, Draco sitting on a chair next to an empty chair.
The whole table was filled with so much food, you almost lost count of the
Once you sat down, Lucius lit the
candles with his wand and filled all the four glasses with some wine.
‘A toast for Draco and Y/N,’ Narcissa
said, raising her glass as you followed her actions. Draco did the same and
then everyone looked at Lucius, who still hadn’t raise his glass.
But after a few seconds, his mouth went
open, his eyes showing some sympathy as he looked at his loving son.
‘To the beautiful, kind Y/N and my only,
dear son Draco,’ he said, finally showing some of his opinion on your
You smiled, mumbling a ‘cheers’ but
you were at cloud nine at the moment, so happy with this meeting.
Soon enough, Draco’s hand found yours,
him squeezing your hand a little as you were smiling like a dork, happier than
No but imagine the Malfoy’s reaction when you come into their house and insist on doing things yourself...
For instance, you wave away the house elves and take your own plate into the kitchen, or you (heaven forbid) clean up after yourself and Lucius is just like, “You don’t have to do that. The house elves are here for a reason.” But you’re just like
“So Y/n, how’s school going?” Narcissa asked you. You were staying at the Malfoy manor for winter break. You had just finished dinner. “It’s great, we’re learning so much and -” the words caught in your throat as you felt Draco’s hand creep up your thigh. “Y/n dear, are you alright?” Lucius asked with worry in his eyes. His parents were very fond of you because you came from a decent family and you were also a slytherin. “Oh yes, I’m fine just a little tired.” You let out a little squeal as Draco’s hand rose further up your leg. “Perhaps I should show her to her room.” Draco offered. His parents wished you goodnight, but Draco was already pulling you up the stairs.
The moment the door to your room closed his lips were on yours. You were pushed up against the door with his hands on your hips. He quickly pulled down the zipper of your dress, making it slide to the floor. “Draco, what about your parents?” “We’ll just have to stay quiet.” He smirked as he sucked on your neck, leaving dark spots where ever he could. You let out a soft moan when he found your sweet spot. “What did I just tell you babe, you have to stay quiet. You don’t want to get caught now do you?” You quickly shook your head while ripping of his shirt. His pants were next. He picked you up and placed you on the bed, your bra had been taken off somewhere along the way, leaving you both topless. His hand played with one of your nipples as he worked on the other one with his mouth, roughly sucking on it making them harden instantly. He groaned as you pushed your hips against his, feeling his huge bulge rub against your pussy. He started kissing down your body, dragging your underwear off with his teeth. You bit your lip trying to hold back your moans as he sucked on your clit. “Draco quit the teasing and just fuck me already.” You whisper yelled at him. He smirked as he took off his boxers and positioned himself at your entrance. He suddenly slammed into you, almost making you cry out. You kissed him trying to muffle your moans as your nails dug into his shoulders. He lifted one of your legs, hitting a different spot. One of his hand went down to rub your clit while he continued thrusting into you at an inhuman pace. You felt a knot form in your stomach. You flipped him over so he was with his back against the headboard. You bounced on his dick as he started sucking on your breasts again. No longer caring if his parents heard you, you let out a loud moan when your walls clenched around his cock. The feeling of his enormous penis burried in your tight pussy was the only thing on your mind as you hit your climax. He groaned as he too reached his high and released his seed into you. You climbed off him, completely out of breath. He pulled the blanket over the both of you as he pulled you into his warm embrace. “Goodnight love.” He whispered before you fell asleep to the sound of his rapid heartbeat.
The next morning you went down for breakfast. Draco was still sleeping and you didn’t want to wake him. You greeted Narcissa when you passed her in the kitchen. “Goodmorning dear, I hope you slept alright. Oh and before I forget, don’t forget to use protection.” She winked at you as he left the kitchen, leaving you behind with a red face.
- I hope this is what you wanted and I hope you like it :)
Ollivander remembers making and selling every wand that does him harm while he’s in the Malfoy basement.
It’s a matter of status in the castle, who the House team players trust to keep their wands during matches. Madame Hooch, by tradition, keeps the Captain’s wand, but usually the person the players trust the most keep their wands.
James and Sirius were so close, they could use each other’s wands interchangeably, with no adverse effects on their magic.
Wixen tend to be buried with their wands. Cremation, though can’t apply to wands. They won’t burn. Urns are typically sold with a slot on the side for the wand of the deceased.
Luna’s wand, an occamy feather core, was a family heirloom, something her father’s family line had kept until it chose someone. It chose her when she was eight, the day after she learned about occamies from a moving picture book, and passed the bookshelf where the wand box was kept. It jumped off the shelf towards her.
Fred and George have wands of the same wood and the same length, with different cores. The wands look the same, but have a different feeling to them.
After the end of the war, and after using borrowed wands for a few weeks, Hermione spent a few hours in Olivander’s shop looking for a new one. It took just as long to find her a second wand as it did to find the first, but the fit was just as right.
Parvati Patil is teeny tiny, but her wand is the longest in her year.
Fenrir Greyback used to own a wand, but it snapped during a skirmish with some Order members during the first war. He realized that day that he didn’t need one.
A Draco x reader request from anon! This took me forever, and I have no idea why…but here it is! Thanks for your patience, lovelies! Enjoy! xx
Imagine: Draco x reader.
The reader is a pure blood but after her parents finding out that she’s dating
Draco they kick her out. She goes to the Malfoy manor. Soaked from the rain
with her magical bag and cat. Will Draco’s parents turn her away?
The rain was
unwelcoming, stinging your exposed limbs like an agitated swarm of bees. As your weary gaze trailed up the cobblestone
walkway, framed artfully with hedges of brilliant green, and settled on the
foreboding structure before you, you shivered.
Malfoy Manor, although grand and definitely awe-worthy, stood silent and
stern in the summer rain. You found
yourself unsure and wrought with a sudden anxiety that washed through your very
skin, much as the water did your clothes.
A meek “meow”
echoing against the cold stone nearly caused you to jump out of your skin. Your orange tabby cat hissed and whined in
your tensed arms, clawing at your bare flesh.
Swallowing hard, you adjusted your grip and proceeded through the
unfriendly shadows of towering topiaries towards the oak French doors.
You chewed on
your lip as you shakily lifted a hand to knock against the glossy surface. The knock was swallowed by the pounding of
the rain on the roof above you, mixed with the dripping of your hair and
clothing. The cat stirred in your arms
once more and you breathed in deeply, closing your eyes and praying fervently
that he would answer the door.
snapped back open to the sound of the great double doors creaking open. With relief, they met the grey eyes of a
welcomingly familiar white-blonde haired boy and, all at once, welled with
“Y/N? What on Earth…?” Draco stepped into full
view, his black turtleneck clinging flatteringly to his slender, muscular
frame. The sight of this man, your only
love, was nearly too much. Your tears
flowed freely and burst from your swollen eyes, coagulating with the rainwater
that remained on your cheeks. Without
wasting another second, you flung your arms around the fair man in the doorway
and let your tears and sobs fill the fibers of his unseasonal sweater. The orange cat jumped to the black marble
floor and sauntered into the manor, standing out like a flame against its dark
immediately filled with dread and confusion as your arms constricted around his
midsection like a vice.
“Y/N! Love, what’s the matter? What’s happened?” he pulled you back only a
few inches so as to hold your face between his hands, hurriedly brushing a few
soaked strands of hair off your temples.
Your eyes burned and your lip quivered as you tried to blubber out an
explanation. Sobs escaped one after
another from your throat and Draco wrapped an arm around your shoulders,
ushering you inside and closing the door behind you.
You were in
such a state, you simply couldn’t describe it.
Anguish and fear coursed through your veins and you nearly crumbled to
the ground upon entering the grave foyer of Malfoy Manor. Draco remained calm and collected, at least
on the outside for your benefit as he scooped your shivering body up effortlessly
into his arms and ascended the stairs to his bedroom. His eyes gave him away however; they swam
with unease and worry. You choked
knowing how nervous you were making him.
gingerly against the cool green silk of his four-poster bed, Draco knelt in
front of you and squeezed your hands. He
spoke in barely a whisper, hoping his voice didn’t shake.
darling…please tell me what happened.
Let me help you, please,” he pleaded and lifted your hands to his eager
lips, kissing them gently. You shuddered
and sniffed. The horrible truth reopened
the wound in your heart.
Draco…t-they…” you bit your lip to hold back a pained sob. He stroked his thumb over the back of your
hand and sat patiently, the love and care written almost painfully in his pale
complexion. You took a deep breath.
me out,” you stated plainly, trying ever so hard to detach yourself from the
words, which cut through your very being.
Draco’s shoulders dropped and he moved quietly to sit beside you. He rubbed the tops of your cold, bare arms
and was quiet, but frowned. You couldn’t
quite read his expression.
you must be freezing,” suddenly standing, Draco fished around in his wardrobe
and produced a black jumper. He extended
it to you and nodded for you to put it on.
You shakily held out your arms and he slid the garment over your head
before sinking back down beside you. He
tucked a wet strand of hair behind your ear and searched your eyes.
“Now, why have
they thrown you out? How could they,
darling?” he murmured, his eyebrows knitting together. You swallowed and dropped your gaze from
his. Your lips quivered as the words you
so desperately wanted to keep inside tumbled from them.
about you and me…about us, Draco,” the familiar sting of tears persisted behind
your eyes as you fixed them to the ground, afraid of his reaction.
“I’m so sorry,
love…I was stupid and–“ you were whispering until Draco’s lips pressed softly
against yours. You welcomed the familiar
feeling and blossomed under his lips, letting your damp hands slide through his
bound to find out, Y/N,” Draco cooed, stroking his thumb over your
cheekbone. You closed your eyes and
kissed his palm.
“You’re the one
who deserves an apology…” Draco stood quietly and walked to the window,
watching pensively as the rain cascaded down the glass outside.
“If it wasn’t
for who my family is…for who I am…” he turned to look at you with pain in his
eyes and a scowl twitching on his lips, inwardly directed at himself. “You’d still be safe and sound at home.”
again and shook your head fervently, stumbling over to him and engulfing him in
your arms. He held you close and buried
his face in your neck. The two of you
shared a moment of silent sorrow laced with the utmost care and love of two
searching souls. Somehow this man never
failed in making you feel safe; in a sense, he was your home.
The loud crack
of Draco’s bedroom door swinging open struck you both apart, your hearts
beating nearly out of your respective chests.
You stood by the window, eyes wide, as Narcissa Malfoy strode into the
dimly lit bedroom. In her arms was a
mass of orange fur.
darling, the funniest thing! I was
accompanying the house elf into the kitchen to prepare for tonight’s dinner
when I found this little fellow snacking on our hanging plant,” for such a
striking woman, Narcissa’s laugh was light and comforting as she stroked the
fur of your tabby cat. Her eyes smiled
as she looked upon her son, but you tensed when they landed upon you. She quirked her head and her fair eyebrows
“Oh, I didn’t
realize you were expecting a guest, sweetie,” she looked down at the cat, which
was purring incessantly. “Is he yours
and nodded slowly.
you stuttered. Draco cleared his throat.
is Y/N,” he started to explain, offering a small smile. All at once, she herself broke out in a
“Oh! My goodness, we’ve heard so much about you,
dear!” she exclaimed. You stared in
confusion and were hesitant to respond.
mentioned he was dating a lovely girl from school, I just didn’t realize we’d
get to meet you so soon,” she chuckled.
You shot Draco a wary glance and he turned a rosy shade of pink as he
avoided your quizzical stare.
certainly is lovely to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy,” you finally sputtered. The tall, slender woman before you looked
exactly as you’d pictured. Only, in your
mind, she had been cold. This figure before
you had warm eyes and a kind smile. To
your own surprise, you found yourself confusingly at ease in her presence.
interrupted your distracted thoughts as he gently placed a hand on the small of
“Y/N hasn’t got
a place to stay for right now,” he started, choosing his words with exact
preciseness. “Might she be able to stay
here? At least for a few nights.”
practically feel Draco’s breath filling his lungs and holding still inside of
him. Narcissa smiled demurely.
“Well, I, for
one, would love the opportunity to get to know Y/N,” she nodded. You exhaled along with Draco and looked to
him gratefully before looking back to Narcissa with the same thankfulness
dancing across your expression.
“Oh, thank you
so much, Mrs. Malfoy…I promise it won’t be for very long. It’s just that my parents and I…well…” you
searched the cold marble floor for answers and pushed back any remaining
pain. Draco stroked small circles into
your back. It helped. “We’ve had a bit of a quarrel, that’s all.”
knowingly and strode towards you, never letting her gaze fall from your
face. You found yourself a bit
intimidated by the beautiful, grand woman in front of you and a tinge of pink
burned across your cheeks. The woman only
offered a sympathetic smile and extended the orange fur ball towards you. The cat looked to you and mewed in
protest. Your nervousness broke and you
fond of you…I don’t mind if you watch over him for a while, Mrs. Malfoy,” you
explained, the cat seeming to stuggle back towards Narcissa. She looked almost relieved and bundled the
creature back up in her arms.
“Lucius will be
cross…we don’t keep pets, you see. The
fur gets on the carpets…but I’ll just have to convince him,” she winked. Draco let out a sigh and bit his lip.
about father, mum? Will he allow Y/N to
stay?” Draco’s voice was quiet, and you tried desperately to read his
expression. It was nearly a mix between
fear, desperation, but quiet determination.
Narcissa stroked the cat and raised her eyebrows, shrugging.
“Y/N is a part
of your life, Draco, and she comes from a noble family from what you’ve told
me. He will allow it, and so will I,
provided that Y/N is shown to her own bedroom of course,” she smiled gently and
touched her beloved son’s cheek before nodding to you and exiting the bedroom.
You let out a
breath so deep, you thought you might deflate right then and there into a limp
mass on the floor. Draco’s arms were
back around you instantaneously, pulling your body against his and rubbing your
back. You closed your eyes and placed a
small kiss under his jaw.
love…thank you,” you mumbled against his skin.
He kissed the top of your head, and then frowned when his lips were met
with such wet hair.
“You need a hot
bath, darling,” he cooed, stroking your cheek.
A small smirk played across his lips and you blushed. After kissing the tip of your chilly nose, he
sauntered into his connecting bathroom and soon, you heard the rushing of hot
water as it began to fill the bathtub.
stood in the doorway, his turtleneck slung over his shoulder and his hand
tucked away in his undone jeans. You
stood shivering, whether from the cold or from the sight of your love in such a
sensual state, you had no idea. He
quirked his eyebrows and smirked, beckoning you to him. Without another word, you slipped off your
clothes and joined him.
fluttered in the small panel of sunlight that slipped past the blackout
curtains onto your flushed cheeks. The
sound of Draco’s steady, deep breathing only inches from your ear did wonders
to ease you into your still new surroundings.
You smiled and rolled on to your side to face the sleeping man beside
you, and giggled hoarsely and quietly when you noticed how disheveled his
white-blonde locks were. His body,
though nearly pale as snow, radiated a heat that was irresistible. You pressed yourself against him and placed a
lingering kiss on his collarbone.
sweetheart,” you whispered against his skin.
Draco yawned and pulled his eyes open with great effort. Upon seeing your smiling face, so close to
his, Draco grinned sleepily and pressed his lips to your forehead, wrapping his
arms around your waist.
he mumbled against your hair. You smiled
as his eyes closed again and he traced his fingers over the exposed skin of
your back. The sensation was calming and
soft. You relished in the familiar
feeling of him. And yet, you could
recall a sensation similar to this, years ago when you were small.
Images of your
mother and father’s bedroom blurred through your mind as a 5-year-old you
teetered through the cracked door. You’d
been crying, as nightmares terrorized your lonely sleep. You could feel them lift you into the haven
of their bed, your mother’s soothing kiss to your cheek, and your father
rubbing your back to calm you as Draco was doing now, over a decade later.
Draco’s eyes blinked open once more as your tears rolled off his skin. He propped up on one elbow with his eyebrows
knit together, gripping your arm.
“Darling what’s the matter?”
quietly as nostalgia washed over you, and shook your head. Your heart ached with a still fresh wound.
believe they’ve thrown me out Draco…” your voice cracked as you spoke quietly,
a lonely noise in a dark, unfamiliar room.
“I miss them.” The warm skin of
the familiar boy’s hand brought you back, cupping your cheek and stroking away
your tears. Draco’s expression had
softened and he pressed his lips to your forehead.
“All will be
well, love,” he assured softly, slipping his arms around your waist once more
and pulling you against his body. You
sniffed and braced your hands against his broad chest.
distress at the previous days happenings, his words soothed you and you believed
him. In his arms, you felt almost as you
had in your parent’s bedroom all those years ago. As you peeked up through the strands of his
white-blonde hair into those cool, grey eyes, you couldn’t help but smile
through the reminiscent tears. The man
you so loved smiled back. With a
lingering kiss on his pale, eager lips, you knew you had found another haven.
Request from anon: Can you do a story where you (a muggle-born Hufflepuff) go to dinner with the Malfoys, but they’re a little rude and snarky and Draco defends you?
Thanks for requesting anon, may I please note to you all that requests are in fact closed and I am writing requests from the queue. I hope you all enjoy:)
It was one of those summer nights, the ones where it doesn’t get dark until 9pm and everything feels light and happy and infinite. You were smiling as you were walking with Draco hand in hand; you didn’t think anything could ruin the light feeling of the soft wind rustling your hair as the gentle sun glittered down. That was, until you stepped inside the manor.
To say you weren’t what Draco’s parents were expecting would be an understatement. You’d finally convinced Draco to let you meet his parents after nearly a year and a half of dating; he said he didn’t want you to get hurt and over the course of the dinner you understood.
Warnings: Use of (Y/L/N), which stands for “Your Last Name”. Also, this is based around the summer of year 3 - year 4 :)
time he saw her, he thought she was ugly. Annoying. An abomination to the
Slytherin house. But then, as she kept crossing his path on a daily basis, he
began to feel attracted to her and her mean spirit towards the Granger girl.
Despite her pug-like appearance, Draco Malfoy began liking Pansy Parkinson.
He had come
clean about his feelings towards the girl to a few of his friends, as well as
he looked forward to spend more time with her, even if it was just to do Charms
homework. But –what was next? Draco Malfoy had never had any feeling for
anybody, let alone be with someone. So, as he watched the Eagle Owl leave
through his window with a letter attached to its paw, he prayed for a fast
reply from the only person that was capable of helping him.
the reply came in a short time, followed by the apparition of a familiar girl
at the Malfoy Manor’s doorstep. As (Y/N) (Y/L/N) smirked at him behind the
black doorway, he couldn’t have thanked Salazar Slytherin enough for his best
your parents?” she asked as they climbed up the large marble staircase.
not home, mother’s here –somewhere.” he answered simply.
only said. Finally, they reached the black door that led to Draco’s room.
it and entered the large bedroom, turning as he opened his arms in an inviting
“Welcome to my humble abode.”
cocked an eyebrow “This place reeks of
body odor and desperation.”
grunted, his arms falling heavily on his sides “You’re not helping, (Y/N)”
joking.” she laughed as she raised her arms in surrender. Truth was, the
bedroom was far away from being humble, and the scent it held was of a strong fragrance
that (Y/N) had learned to adore.
proceeded to slump down on his bed, followed by a grunt. The girl walked
towards the mattress, and sat down on the other side.
Draco, is it too bad?”
he exclaimed, sitting up suddenly “I’ve haven’t even had my first kiss!”
want me to teach you?” she quizzed, and scoffed as Draco nodded with pleading
eyes “Draco, I’ve only kissed Blaise Zabini.”
yeah.” (Y/N) admitted, blushing. Last year, she had had her first kiss with her
fellow Slytherin classmate. She thought that would be it, but instead, one
turned into two, two into three and then she realized she had lost count. She
didn’t know where her relationship with Blaise stood now, but she was too busy
trying to figure out how to help Draco –especially when his hormones were all
over the place at age fourteen.
please do keep in mind that Pansy has only kissed Terence Higgs –and she told
me he was awful.”
laughed “I know, but still, I want to be good when she kisses me.”
(Y/N) couldn’t help but snort at the last bit.
Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes, now getting annoyed at his best friend.
“So are you
going to help me or not?”
could say anything else, (Y/N) had suddenly grabbed both of his cheeks and
pulled him in a kiss. Draco was caught off ward, but in a matter of seconds he
closed his eyes and puckered up, feeling rather nervous as his heart thumped
against his chest. He placed an awkward hand on (Y/N)’s thigh, but decided it
was better if he placed them both on her waist. (Y/N) opened her mouth briefly,
allowing both of their lips to now move in sync. She furrowed her eyebrows as
she felt Draco’s bottom lip too close to her chin, so she took control and
lifted his head slightly so his lips would be touching hers.
lie to herself; for a first kiss, Draco was doing pretty well. As Draco began
to lean back, she leaned forward, until she caught on that Draco was done
kissing her. She opened her eyes and saw his old, grey pupils staring at her
with a small shimmer in them. (Y/N) was in trance as she stared back; something
seemed to have clicked inside of her head when they kissed, her heart was
racing and on her skin, several goose bumps had appeared. She only came back to
her senses once Draco’s voice shattered the silence.
“Stand back. Line up against the back wall. Don’t try anything, or I’ll kill you!” [Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows]
A bit of a Drarry-ish (but not necessarily) glance at the little scene of Draco coming to manor’s cellar for Griphook.
As far as I remember, Harry’s still supposed to have his face swollen from the Stinging hex, but uhh… I wanted to draw a normal-looking Harry with slightly longer hair and a stubble, and I also wanted to draw more angsty Drarry, so I bent a rule and just killed two birds with one stone
I refuse to accept that all house elves are treated as badly as they are depicted in the book series; not because slavery and racism aren’t alive and well, but because they are sentient, sensitive, intelligent creatures that are likely tasked with helping in raising wizard children.
No one with a house elf is going to hire a babysitter, and it’s even likely that some households have strictly nanny-tasked house elves.
Infant Draco’s eyes darting between various objects above his crib, and Dobby who has arrived with a fresh warm bottle as he makes small clucking noises, “sssh young master, Dobby has brought his milk. That’s a sweet baby, drink up.”
2 year old Draco’s father being angry at him for drawing on the walls, Dobby hearing Lucius’s angry yelling and apparating immediately, snapping his fingers and poofing the scribbles gone. He takes young Draco to his nursery, and papers the wall from a grown wizard’s waist down for Draco to doodle to his heart’s contentment.
5 year old Draco coloring a large Slytherin-themed banner, showing his parents and hoping they’ll hang it up to match the house drapings only to have his father’s face curl into a sneer and throw it away. Draco wanders down to the kitchen to soothe his wounded soul with sweets, and sees the banner hung up over the pantry, with Dobby holding a plate of cauldron cakes and sparkling pumpkin juice.
7 year old Draco falling into a pond looking for tadpoles on the grounds of Malfoy Manor, realizing he can’t swim and screaming for the only person he could count on being there for him at any moment; Dobby appears, calms him down and then they look for tadpoles together.
9 year old Draco’s father having a stern discussion over dinner about the purity of blood, the establishment of classes, and the importance of the elite wizarding kind to act dignified.
This is where Draco begins to employ a bullying strategy, driving Dobby away as a source of emotional support. Simultaneously feeling guilty, hurt, sad and confused he begins seeing more of Crabb and Goyle and turns to his father’s methods of superior behavior to gain “friends”.
But not every wizard child has to go through what Draco did. In more than just a few Hogwarts graduation speeches students have thanked their family’s house elves “-for without my dearest caretaker, Wanda, I never would have been able to study over the summer holidays for our N.E.W.T’s” or “I’d’ve never managed it without you, Tolki, thanks for always being there with snacks.”
If you’re not convinced, or have a streak of old blood purity and class bigotry you can’t shake, remember people naturally feel love for things such as pugs, mimbulus mimbletonae, toads, Crookshanks, tarantulas… now imagine any of those things can appear out of thin air, and genuinely be concerned for your happiness and wellbeing because they love you.
I love this picture so much. Like, Lucius is checking on them, afraid that he is the only one dancing. Draco is ashamed of his family and doesn’t want to dance with them. Narcissa is simply ignoring the fact that she wasn’t born to dance. And then there’s Bellatrix, who starts happy and enthusiastic, but then she looks at her family and thinks ‘What the hell are they doing?!’.
Summary: Draco and Reader go Egg-Hunting on Easter, which ends in a pleasant surprise.
morning sun bathed the magnificent Malfoy Manor’s garden, full of bushes and
rows of flowers. The big, black oak doors that led to the Manor’s backyard
opened, and thus two young lovers ran happily down the several stone steps carrying
brown handmade baskets in their hands, still wearing their expensive satin nightwear.
turned to look at her boyfriend, Draco, with a sly smile.
me to beat you at egg-hunting?” she inquired. Draco scoffed with a playful smile
plastered across his lips.
with that,” said the platinum blond, before running towards the nearest bush as
he began to fetch the colored eggs.
cheating!” (Y/N) called from the other side of the garden, running and
crouching in between some rosebushes.
by far picked up seven bright eggs with different patterns and surely,
different surprises inside. He felt warm and fuzzy on the inside, something he
had never felt since his days at Hogwarts, when the only thing that made him
the happiest boy alive was to see Harry Potter fail miserably. And as he heard
(Y/N) chuckling behind him, Draco was happy to acknowledge that the reason
behind his newfound everyday-happiness was because of her.
He ran to a
tall tree and crouched, picking a purple egg, when suddenly, something caught
his eye. There, behind a bush, was a gleaming silver egg –The Silver Egg. This was the most valuable egg that had been placed
for hunt on the territory. Feeling rather jumpy, he stretched out his slim hand
and grabbed the shining object, placing it now in front of the tree were he had
found the insignificant purple egg so it would be more notable.
“I think I’m
done!” he called. (Y/N) glanced around at the grounds as she walked towards the
think I’m done too.” she said as she approached Draco. (Y/N) gifted a warm
smile just mere seconds before her eyes widened and her legs moved quickly behind
exclaimed (Y/N), snatching The Silver Egg from the floor. She held it high and
smiled smugly “Well, look what I’ve found.”
said Draco, slightly out of breath. (Y/N) walked over to him once again,
stopping right in front of him and proceeding to open the egg.
watched attentively as the girl pulled it apart, making a slight cracking sound
as it gave in. Suddenly, the girl’s triumphant expression morphed into one of
pure astonishment. Taking this as his queue, Draco took the egg lying in (Y/N)’s
hands onto his.
He took out
the price with shaky fingers and tossed the empty shell to the grass, taking in
a deep breath before kneeling in front of (Y/N), who had clasped her hands onto
her open mouth.
held the price higher; a silver ring with a big diamond on the center and three
to each side resembling a flower gleamed underneath the sunlight, sending
gleaming bits as it moved on Draco’s nervous hands.
he began “I’ve been in love with you since before I can remember. You had given
me hope and support when I needed it the most. You have been my best friend and
companion, and thankfully, my girlfriend. You have made me into the man that I
am, out-growing the boy that I was. I want to keep spending my days by your
side. Will you marry me?”
a shaky gasp left (Y/N)’s mouth as she lowered her hands and squatted to be in
croaked out “Yes, yes, I will!”
smiled. He grabbed (Y/N) by the arms and helped themselves up again, not before
he had slipped the precious ring in (Y/N)’s delicate finger.
hands on his hips, he took no time in kissing (Y/N) repeatedly, managing to say
as many “I love you”s in between as
Overview: When the Malfoys host a Masquerade ball on the Vernal Equinox, old relationships are rekindled and new feelings are formed. But the clock always strikes midnight and good things always come to an end. Word Count: 2,500 Note: No Voldemort, Death Eaters, etc.
⇢ A Draco x Reader work loosely based on the story of Cinderella.
The last time you visited England, you were four. Now, over ten years later, you found yourself back in the same place. Wiltshire: The location of the esteemed Malfoy Manor and the home of the even more prestigious Malfoys.
For the first time since you were given the choice, you attended the Equinox ball with your parents. Every year, the ball had a different theme; this year, the theme was a masquerade.
As you walked through the rustic entrance gates, you noticed the golden glow of the sunset reflecting off the newly bloomed flowers lining the eight-foot tall hedges in the front garden. Despite your parents’ stories of previous galas, the manor was even bigger than you imagined.
Still, something about the stone palace was rebarbative.