request: nonexistent! this was directly out of my mind (’:
word count: 3,746
a/n: good jesus christ this one took far too long to write. this is my first post of the blog, though, so color me excited for what’s to come! also i’m so tired. this has drained my energy for some reason. ugh. please do request though i have nothing to write and my ideas sort of go everywhere when i don’t have a solid idea in mind! thanks for reading! <3
summary: in which a sarcastic comment has draco calling you “princess”. he’s also kind of an ass. a very attractive, rude ass. (contains swearing ofc)
a/n- this short story is very personal for me, please enjoy
The rhythm of their breaths slowly begin to match as their energy depletes to a mellow hum. Their hearts drone to an accelerating tempo, chests rising and falling in dramatic gulps of air. She hears a chuckle of breath ring as he rolls onto his side. Their sweaty yet somehow cool sheets cling onto his hips as an effortless grin finds its way to his lips. “You look so pretty after sex.” Nimble, bony, and spindly fingers crawl up her neck to rest on her cheek, while a ghostly pale thumb stroked under her left eye. “Then again, you’re always so very pretty.” ‘So is she,’ she thinks to herself. He leans down towards her, blush lips brushing against cherry red. His dazed eyes look at her once more before fluttering closed as he kisses her deeply. He’s always been a bit too passionate. Her lids remain opened, watching every movement of his being before he pulls away, more satisfied than before. She offers him a quirk of the mouth, not a grin, not a frown, and walks towards the pile of clothes forgotten in the corner. “Why on earth would you be dressing yourself at a time like this?” She can feel the smirk in his voice matching his after-shag drawl. “Believe it or not, Malfoy, I’ve got things to do. Errands to run. Men to sleep with.” “But none of them have silk sheets.” He realizes, as she begins to clip on her bra, that she really wasn’t going to stay this time. “Stop fooling around and get back in bed.” She looks in her mirror, fixing a stray strand and modifying the ruined makeup. “I told you. I’m busy.” He sat up, “I want to cuddle.” She swiped a stroke of lipstick, not daring to watch him in the reflection. “Cuddle with your wife.” She could see the air turn thick. “Astoria is gone for the entire weekend. We don’t have to sneak around, for once, and you’re leaving?” Her eyes rolled, “Forty eight hours of lost morality, not that you ever had any.” “What are you getting at,” he growled. With one final touch to her appearance, she stepped into her heels, eyes pointed at his. “Why pretend I’m anything more than an afternoon fuck?” For some reason, he looked hurt. Betrayed, even. The nerve. “If I didn’t care for you, I wouldn’t have broken my vows.” Her heels clacked quietly as she ripped open the door. Calmly, she looked back at him, letting him see her glassy, scarred eyes. “If you cared about me at all, you wouldn’t be married.“
A/N: i’m sorry for the dreadful ending. I have rewrote this several times and this is the best I have been able to write it. I will not be writing a part three because of the way this turned out, there would not be much to include. <3
Neither party had any conception on how the events turned out. Shortly after his brief conversation with Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy had received an anonymous letter which noted that the author, to whomst he did not know, had deep feelings for him. It also stated that he should meet them at the herbology greenhouses that very night at one a.m. He was very misguided; Draco was completely unbeknownst to who had sent it to him and anticipation riled through his veins until the time was twelve-fifty, when he decided to step foot outside of the Slytherin Common Room and make his way to the greenhouse. His heart was throbbing in his chest and his palms were undoubtedly sweaty - he was so nervous to be meeting a stranger, to which he assured that his wand was at easy access in his pocket, and to be out after curfew. He was never one to break the rules because his father, Lucius, assured that he would know if he did, and the consequences of Draco doing something wrong was always severe.
When Draco had reached the door to greenhouse three, hesitation came over him. Was he really considering meeting this strange person behind the door? Why did they not just tell him who they were? Why did they not tell hm face to face? Was this person ever going to be good enough for his parents standards, if anything between the two of them ever happened? Questions fought through Draco’s mind, making him hold his head between his hands. He placed his hand on the rusted handle, opening the door wide. His eyes widened, grabbing his wand his pocket and holding it up towards the girl.
“Y/N! What are you doing here?” he seethed, extending his arm and readying himself to hex the girl if needed. Her small head looked up to him, a gasp left her lips when she saw his wand. This faultered Draco’s actions; he did not want to cause any harm to her, yet he needed to focus on holding up the act of hating her. Her eyes softened and she sat down on the greenhouse floor, wiping small parts of soil from her trousers. She opened her mouth to speak, and when she did her voice seemed strained and tired.
“Are you disappointed that it was me? I completely understand if you do, I mean I’d be disappointed if it was me too, but I just needed you to know that I do have feelings for you.. If you do not feel the same way, would you kindly leave me alone please? I would not want to come into conflict with you because it would hurt me far too much, and I know that somewhere inside of you, you have a good heart and would not want that for anybody. So, please, I’m begging you. Just leave me alone..” her gaze did not escape the floor. The silver of the moonlight was shining on her from the glass roof and once again, Draco observed her in a completely discrepant way. Irresolutely, Draco slid his want back into his pocket and seated himself directly in front of the Ravenclaw, making her gaze rise six inches. Draco took her dainty hands in his own large, pale ones and locked his grey eyes onto hers.
“W-what are you-”
“I am most definitely not disappointed that you were here, Y/N. You are correct, I do not want to hurt anybody, especially you. I came here tonight in hope of finding you sat here waiting for me, and knowing that you truly feel the same way about me that I do you, I cannot express my inner happiness. I wish not leave you alone, for I may lose you. May I ask, Y/N, would you like to do something together sometime soon? To spend some time fully getting to know each other in a way that is beneficial to both of us? In a kind way?”
The Ravenclaw was taken aback by Draco’s use of words. Never before had she seen him so well spoken and kind, and appreciative of her company. Just a week ago, she would have never even dreamt that the two would be this close, especially in the middle of the night. She noticed his slight shaking and the thin layer of sweat that was gathered in his hands and she beamed lightly at him.
“I would love to spend time getting to know you, Draco. Absolutely nothing would make me happier.”
Every time that the Ravenclaw and the Slytherin met up, they would become much more infatuated with one another. They endured their free time with one another, meeting in a different courtyard everytime and talking anout utter nothingness for hours. Other students were confused; how did the two go from despising each other a week ago to now acting like they were the only two people in the entire world? It left room for many different theories to be created, and they had soon cirlced around the school, leaving many people unhappy.
“Malfoy?! It’s utterly irrational!” Cho cried, folding her arms as she paced in front of Y/N in front of Charms. She had heard the rumours about Draco and her friend, and came to her rescue as quick as possible.
“It is not, Cho. I think I love him, I think I have done for a while.” The Ravenclaw whispered, looking with desperation to her friend. Cho shook her head, failing to see eye to eye with her friend. They had used to be so close, however ever since Y/N started conflicting with Draco, Cho had become quite distant.
“Love?” she scoffed humourously, shaking her head at the girl in front of her. “Let me tell you what love does. Last time I loved somebody, he died Y/N! You-Know-Who came and murdered him. And do I need to remind you about who Draco’s parents are and what they are?” A gasp left the Ravenclaw’s lips as she rose to her feet, confronting Cho. Her fists were balled at her side as she stared in anger at the girl in the front of her. She had the nerve to speak about Draco that way even though he had managed to cheer her up and had been a better friend to her recently than Cho had.
“How dare you! What I do and who I associate with is absolutely nothing to do with you! And yes, his parents may be Death Eaters, but he is not. You do not know him like I, Cho. He is a kind-hearted boy-”
“Yes, ‘kind-hearted’! I have come to realise that he cares so little about himself and a lot about other people. You would not have noticed, with your nose so far up Harry’s arse! You’re ridiculous! As if you spoke about him that way. We are supposed to be friends, Cho. Does that mean nothing to you anymore? Whether you like him or not you should support he and I, as we are very close now.” The Ravenclaw grabbed her bag, glaring at Cho before setting off. “Have fun doing whatever. I don’t want to speak to you any further if you are unable to think about my feelings and what I want for a change.”
Once again, the Ravenclaw had spiralled a crowd around her and her friend and had left people talking again. One of the people who heard all about it was Draco Malfoy. He noticed how the girl defended him, in front of her friend and did not back down through it all. He felt an unfamiliar thumping in his chest as he watched the Ravenclaw run off. He chased after her quickly, grabbing her hand and spinning her around on the staircase and wiping the tear marks from her cheeks. He pushed her against the wall gently and pressed his pale lips against hers. It was weird, this unusual feeling coursed through him. He knew in that very moment - he knew that he was genuinely happy. He had not felt it in a long time, but he knew that the girl he held against his body was the only person who had the power to change all the evil and sadness that was embedded into him.