Any Instrument by Dicta_contrion / @dictacontrion - Draco Malfoy wouldn’t go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can’t control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.
Chaos Theory by Tessa Crowley - Chaos: when the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future. One gene varies, one neuron fires, one butterfly flaps its wings, and Draco Malfoy’s life is completely different. Draco has always found a certain comfort in chaos. Perhaps he shouldn’t.
All Our Secrets Laid Bare - by Firethesound / @firethesound - Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.
This was requested by anonymous. This was the exact request:
Can you please write an imagine where y/n is a Gryffindor attending the Yule Ball (which is a masquerade, so of course she’s wearing a mask and everybody else) and Draco asks her to dance. Y/n has a crush on Draco and agrees but is scared because ya know the dealio: gryffindor vs Slytherin and whatnot. In the end, Draco accepts the fact that y/n is a Gryffindor and just… fluff. I’m so bad at requesting I’m sorry >.< A/N: Keep requesting guys
Your heart was beating out of your chest, not really because you were nervous, but because you were so excited. Your hands trembled as you smoothed your dress, and ran your fingers over your hair that Ginny and Hermione had pinned up, and fixed the mask that covered half of your face.
The Yule Ball had been changed to a masquerade the last minute. Naturally this made everyone excited. Girls spend days flipping through catalogues and looking at shops in Hogsmeade for the perfect gown and mask. With a little help from Ginny and Hermione, you found the perfect dress that swept the ground and hugged your body in all the right places, and a beautiful golden mask, with delicate swirls that covered your face.
Ginny had pulled you aside as you walked downstairs, telling you that anyone would be a fool if they didn’t want to dance with you. Everybody would be talking a double take tonight, especially a certain blond Slytherin. Your face had turned the same color as her hair. She knew that you had a crush on Draco, and that you thought it would never work because you were a Gryffindor and he was a Slytherin. It didn’t keep you from hoping though.
You didn’t do much dancing at first, staying at the edge of the crowd, watching couples and friends dance with each other. But then a masked figure approached. You knew exactly who it was, due to his slicked back blonde hair. He gave you a small smile, his eyes locked with yours.
“I would have thought that someone as pretty as you would be dancing with every guy that came her way.” He said, just loud enough for you to hear over the music.
The mask gave you some sort of confidence boost because you replied saying, “Maybe I’m just waiting for someone special.”
“Do I qualify as that someone?” He wonders out loud, with a hopeful gleam in his eye.
“I guess you can do.” You joke as you offer him your hand.
Draco takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor. As the fast paced song changes to a slow one, he places one hand on the small of your back, and holds your hand with the other. You both sway to the music, growing more comfortable with each other. Your positions would change from song to song, but almost half an hour later, the Yule Ball was almost over.
“It was nice dancing and talking with you.” You say, pulling away from him.
“Wait, before you go.” He cups your face and pulls you in for a warm and gentle kiss. While he kissed you, his thumbs carefully moved up, slipping your mask off. He pulled away and his eyebrows furrowed as he recognized you, and took off his own mask. “(Y/N)?”
Your face turned red and you tried to pull away. “I’m sorry, Draco. I should leave.”
“No! Wait!” He grabs you, kissing you again, stronger this time, like he was doing whatever he could to make you stay. “I don’t care about stupid house rivalry, please, just stay and dance with me.” He whispers against your lips. So you stay, and hold onto him a little while longer.
Prompt/Request: ‘’could you do an imagine where the reader comes to the Malfoy manor for like Christmas break? btw I love the new imagine you did about draco <3′’ - Anonymous.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy + Reader / Y/N. Word Count: 678. (COINCIDENCE) Warning(s): Fluff. Note: I’m so tired. It’s 11pm, I’m already 14 hours awake without a single break. Forgive me for my mistakes, I just don’t want to let you down. Note2: Right now it’s 12am and imma post it. My grammar is like, the worst right now so im sorry!!
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The night was beautiful. The snow underneath your feet
made a crunching sound, like you were walking on cornflakes. Cornflakes? That
was so random, but yet so true.
Hands deep in your pockets and chin deep
in your scarf you walked alone through the enormous, mysterious, dark but
gorgeous garden from the Malfoys. It gave you this calming feeling, the full
moon shining on your skin, making it look white. Snow was falling down on your
hair and coat, giving everything an extra white glow.
At one point your feet just stopped
walking. It was in the middle of a path, facing a wide empty field of grass.
Some small flowers were above the ground and just then, you almost felt like
gaining power from the moon fully shining on you.
You gasped, slowly turning around to
face your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. His coat wasn’t even closed yet and there
has not fallen much snow on the boy yet. He was probably worried about you,
seeing you walking alone in the garden of a family with Death Eaters.
‘Draco,’ you said softly, stepping
forward to close his coat before he caught a cold, ‘hey.’
He smiled timidly because of your
gesture to close his coat and when you were done, he grabbed your cold hands in
his own warm ones. It was only half an hour ago when you announced to make a
walk on your own in de the garden, wanting to get some fresh air after the
intense Christmas dinner with the family.
It all went so wrong. Draco his father
made it almost too obvious he disliked you after Draco told that you were a half-blood,
and you spit out some water when Draco’s mother told you about some childhood
stories from Draco, it ending all on the food.
So, you just excused yourself to the
bathroom, ended up crying for almost twenty minutes and then said you were
taking a walk.
And since it was getting cold, you
thought it was a great idea to head inside again, but Draco had other thoughts
and just stayed right there.
‘I’m sorry,’ he apologized, ‘about
You looked at him, not believing he just
apologized for something he couldn’t do anything about. His parents had to know
at least what kind of blood you had, it couldn’t always be a secret and you
could’ve known you wouldn’t get a positive reaction.
‘No Draco, it doesn’t matter. Things
like that happen, I guess,’ you tried, slowly letting go of his hands, not in
the mood to talk about it. He noticed and hurriedly cupped your cheeks. His
thumb was stroking my cheek, you feeling the warmth of it as his face neared
your own face.
‘You are so beautiful, did I tell you
that already?’ he whispered, not looking away from your eyes. Not even looking
at your lips or something, no, just your eyes.
‘Dozens of time, Draco,’ you chuckled,
setting your hands on his chest, ready to push him away slightly.
But Draco knew what you were planning on
to do and just closed the gap between you two, something in your brain
saying ‘’finally’’ as his warm lips touched your cold ones.
Your arms wrapped themselves around his
neck almost immediately and his hands roamed slowly down your body, wanting to
feel your body even though the snow and clothes made it hard to. In the end he
stopped at your hips and he pulled you in more, bodies close together.
The kiss became more passionate, more
pressure set on your mouth as your heartbeat quickened, face getting warmer and
hands warming up again.
Then Draco pulled slightly back,
forehead pressing against yours as his breathe became heavy.
‘I love you,’ he said, you smiling at
his words, always waiting for them but never hearing it.
‘I love you too,’ you responded and this time, it was
you who closed the gap between your two, snow falling down around you as it was
probably the most romantic kiss you two had ever shared.
So I'm listening to "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" (I hope you've heard it now that I think about it..) and for some reason this time I thought about the beginning from Draco's pov (the mother and father part) and I needed to share ☺️
I come home in the morning light My mother says when you gonna live your life right Oh mother dear we’re not the fortunate ones - The phone rings in the middle of the night My father yells what you gonna do with your life Oh daddy dear you know you’re still number one
I can see this! It makes me think of a fic with an angsty start, maybe with Draco who’s a post-war mess, constantly stumbling back home every night all liquored and drugged up, having shagged his brains out with strangers. His parents would be very concerned for his well-being and wanting him to start taking care of himself and building his reputation back up.
And then one day of course he’d run into Harry at one of his frequented clubs and they’d end up fucking and eventually dating and Narcissa would be thrilled and Lucius would reluctantly admit Harry’s probably a smart choice.
*walks into your blog and spreads a map over the table* Okay, so here's what happens. Everyone comes back for 8th year but weird random shit is happening all over grounds, like someone appears here and there, or they lose time, or everything turns inverse color for a second. This ends up being due to Draco being at school and broken magic from his dark mark attacking everything around it. So Harry ends up speaking Parseltongue to Draco's dark mark and it disappears. *closes map* At ease, soldier
That would be a super interesting story to read. Like why was his dark mark broken? How does the wild/broken magic work? Is it attacking certain areas of the school or people? Is it tied to Draco physically or emotionally?
There are just so many possibilities and it would be so intriguing! I would read the heck out of this.