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part two


He’s a thinker, a planner, and a philosopher, dissecting life and the world’s inhabitants. He likes to study the girl in his Potions period. She always wraps her hair into a tight bun, never quite catching each strand or curl. Her eyebrows never seem void of emotion, constantly expressing each thought or concern. He likes to watch her think. She does this thing, licking a stripe along her bottom lip, then quickly sucking the plump, pink flesh into her mouth. She doesn’t intend to give him a raging hard-on, but then again, she doesn’t even know he exists. He’s like a ghost to her. Constantly watching. Constantly waiting for attention, yet never being seen, never being realized, never being noted. He has a ‘shrine,’ as Zabini calls it. Its nothing much, just a box of things significant to them her himself. She dropped a quill in a hurry towards lunch; he meant to give it back, but never felt the urge to separate himself from a thing she touched, used, cared for. He wants her to touch him. He wants her to use him. If she only cared- then the world would be perfect.
Everyone has a way to deal with things. Theodore swims in the Black Lake when he’s stressed. On a cold day, when the wind shouts and the moon beams, he floats along the water’s edge, staring into black nothingness, the chill of the liquid plunging into his bones. No one gets why he does it, but Draco suspects he finds some sort of peace, knowing that the cold and dark feeling is his choice. Pansy’s a whore and everyone knows it. She’ll spread her legs for anyone that calls her pretty. She once said, drunk and insecure, that sex was an escape from feeling emotionally raped. He’s never judged her since. Blaise, perhaps, is the most sane of the three. He sings in the shower. Sure, to other houses, it might seem mundane, but to Zabini, its something else entirely. He’s quiet. That’s all he is, really. He’s the quiet, winter chill no one can touch. He only even responds to three other people in the castle, simply because they’re the only ones who won’t shriek in fear. Even with Malfoy, he barely laughs. The only time Draco ever saw him gasp for air from a joke is when Theo peed on himself at the beach. Yet, when everyone has left quidditch practice, and he thinks he’s alone, by himself, Blaise will casually hum a Sinatra tune, soon expanding into a full belt. He actually has a nice voice, from what Draco’s heard. In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if Blaise pursued in the art, behind closed doors, of course. However, floating in the abyss, drowning in sex, and singing into an empty loo didn’t really scream Draco. He found an alternative.

Dearest Y/n,

You don’t know me. I don’t quite know you. 
You see, I don’t even know your middle name. I don’t know if you like the colour blue, or if you’ve ever been stung by a bee. Yet, I know that when you’re feeling sad, you pick at your fingernails and get an unbelievably adorable pout. I know that when you’re happy, you click your toes along the tile floor and crinkle your nose like a bunny rabbit. I know that you’re grossed out by frog legs, and that you hate being partnered with Anthony Goldstein. 
I realize this all must be a bit odd, and even creepy, so I’ll tell you some things about me. When I’m upset, I close my eyes, and imagine you and myself dancing in a field of violets. You’re dressed in a pretty, white sundress, your hair soaked wet from our day in the ocean. The sun is drying us, and for once in my day, I smile, imagining what life would be like if you were mine. When I’m happy, I write. I write to you, telling you about my day. I tell myself you’ll read this letter, and that you actually care about how my existence. I’m grossed out by messy eaters, and I positively hate cockroaches. 
I believe you have the right to know I’m in love with you. I understand how hard it must be to understand. But, please know that I believe you’re beautiful perfection everything. You’re my Aphrodite, my Cleopatra, my Victoria. I feel like I’m flying with angel wings when you bump into me while reaching for an ingredient and I can feel my heart leap into my throat whenever I hear your voice. I know this is what love feels like, and I just think you should know.

Best Regards,
Draco L. Malfoy

Four of these were made per day. He would vent about how stupidly Gryffindors acted, or if Trelawney assigned a project over the weekend. At night, he’d dream of Italian honeymoons and promiscuous rendezvous in the Prefect’s bathroom. However, on a particularly gloomy, Friday afternoon in February, he was interrupted abruptly from a smutty letter on the fourteenth.

Dearest Y/n,

It is finally the fourteenth of February. Saint Valentine has separated a day from the year where couples and singles and friends and enemies can come together, spreading the sheer joy of love. I absolutely despise it. I’ve never been anyone’s Valentine, but I think I could be a good candidate. I know that if you were mine, I’d lavish you in chocolates and diamonds. I’d enchant the Room of Requirement to become a lover’s paradise, complete with a lofty bed. I’d spread you onto the silky, pink sheets, kissing your neck and ravishing your skin. I’d watch your lips pucker with a choked moan, rutting into the mattress as you claw my back. Slowly, I’d lift your delicate dress, trailing my hand up your-

WHAT?!’ Blaise huffed, throwing a book towards Draco’s head. ‘We have a Charms exam Monday, and I am not allowing you to waste the weekend studying when we could finish it all right now.’ He took one look at the undignified paper before willing away his erection, and marching out the dormitory with a slam. He really hated it when Blaise was right.
Macbeth, the Malfoy family owl, was making a round trip to Draco for the holiday. His mother delivered a fresh box of sweets, to ‘get through the lonely times,’ while his father restocked his Gringotts account. However, the eagle-owl spotted a letter on the desk of Master Malfoy, along with a heady stack of signed and stamped messages. Hooting towards Theo, the boy smiled, lazily, slipping into his pajamas. ‘Hey, there, Oh Great Ruler, Macbeth.’ The owl nearly smiled, landing onto the shoulder of its companion. ‘How’ve you been, you elusive thing? Good, I hope.’ Snatching a rat’s tale from his satchel, he threw it into Macbeth’s mouth, smiling as the bird happily nibbled on its treat. Theo jerked his thumb towards the letters, almost smirking. ‘Can you believe he’s been writing telegrams to Y/n L/n for nearly two years and has yet to say hello? All he really needs is a nudge-WAIT!’ The bird swooped down to the desk, swiftly picking up a dozen letters, including the dirty passage he had yet to finish. Theo was already a dead man.

a/n- part II or nah

anonymous asked:

Hi Serra! I recently re-read Draco's profile on Pottermore, the one that Rowling wrote, and she quite severely told off people who thought of Draco as inherently good. It gets quite tricky sometimes when reading Drarry fanfics, to see Draco become someone else entirely. And also it's much easier to "justify" Draco's infatuation w/ Harry, but the other way around? This "morality debate" has probably been around for decades but I guess I just wanted some input! Thanks :)

JK Rowling was quite harsh with people who liked Draco for a while because she was convinced it was due to Tom Felton being attractive. She did not want young girls excusing Draco’s flaws and make him into the hot bad boy cliche, which i understand but she undervalued Draco’s character a lot in the process in my opinion. She seems to have finally seen that people don’t like Draco simply for Tom and published an article that does justice to his character recently. Both below quote and his characterization in TCC shows me that he’s turned his life around and isn’t an irredeemable evil bully. I’d never seen him having a “heart of gold” or being good deep down, i just believed in him to change and grow as a person and he did. This quote is from a later Pottermore piece“Draco proves himself to be a stronger, braver and more sympathetic character than most of us gave him credit for, and how terrifying the pressure of his Death Eater father has had on his entire life. It makes us rethink the path he’s led and the person he becomes. Most importantly, it shows us the power of redemption and how we can all learn from our mistakes.” 
In the case of Harry’s interest… I don’t think there’s any need to “justify” that. Harry’s interest in Draco is very clear all through the books (not necessarily romantic). I do think that romance would come after the war into their dynamic, but it’s pretty dismissing of the books to say that Harry didn’t care at all about Draco. He did. He always noticed Draco (to the point of noticing the sun shining on Draco’s hair!), he thought about how Draco would react in given situations and always watched his reactions, he wondered about Draco’s well-being, he saved Draco’s life. He didn’t regard Draco as someone irredeemable, he gave him chances. I’m definitely not suggesting Harry had romantic feelings for Draco in Hogwarts (nor vice versa), but he was interested and drawn to Draco, arguably maybe even attracted. They absolutely need to talk through a lot of difficult issues and forgive each other for a lot of things, but Harry being interested in Draco isn’t really implausible in my opinion? We’ve seen that they were able to become friends and move on, i don’t see why it can’t happen sooner and go further. I’ve taken too much from TCC, i’m aware, but despite it’s flaws i found Draco’s characterization important there (mainly because it coincided with mine). It mostly showed that i’d seen Draco perfectly clear in the books and after infos. Ah, what a huge ramble of question. I just woke up from an afternoon nap so it was good way to sober up, cheers! 

No Good Deed

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

A/N: This was written for a follower celebration, but I had a lot of fun writing it! Based off of this song from Wicked.

Word Count: 1,072

**Warnings**: Use of mudblood and mild self-deprecating thoughts, mention of a previous murder, mention of the events regarding Draco in The Half-Blood Prince

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@nicolejones412 Here it is! Thanks for including me in this, I really liked it. It’s also my first time writing for Draco, so that was cool :)



Where could he be?

When Draco had left the courtyard in a panicked hurry, I knew something was wrong. His face had gone paler than normal and his hands were shaking… He had risen and then strode away quickly, without so much as a glance in my direction.

I should have gone after him right then… I thought. If I had, I wouldn’t be here now, desperately searching the halls of Hogwarts for the Slytherin Prince. My urgency grew as an unsettling feeling formed in the pit of my stomach. Something was definitely wrong.

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anonymous asked:

Have you got any Malfoy Family (Lucius, Narcissa, Draco) headcanons, i'm curious (If you don't mind my asking of course?)

Their marriage was quasi-arranged.  If Narcissa had vehemently objected, her parents would have dropped it, but she would have paid a price for that, and after Andromeda’s misalliance she knew better.

They adore each other, however, and did from almost first sight.  

Lucius HATES her parents.  

She had a hard time getting pregnant, and had several miscarriages before Draco.  Both of them regard Draco as a near miracle.  They didn’t try again afterward for fear Narcissa wouldn’t survive the pregnancy.

Draco is spoiled absolutely rotten.   He’s treated like a little prince, and has everything a child could want and then some.  

They had trouble keeping nannies.  They could have used a Mary Poppins but never got one.  

Draco’s birthday parties were the sort that people laugh about on social media.  Ponies, elaborate, obnoxious themes, gift bags that cost more to fill than normal people make in a week.  Draco honestly thought this was normal for a long time because he didn’t know anyone who didn’t live this way.  

Lucius is prone to tirades about liberal politics over dinner and Draco absorbed his father’s hatred of Dumbledore, the liberal Ministry, Muggle-lovers, and everything in between with wide eyes.  Narcissa just sniffs and makes comments like, “What would you expect from people like the Weasleys?” whenever Lucius complains.  Her contempt isn’t feigned.  She regards them as despicable, worse, really, than half-bloods because they had the option to be what she regards as better and threw it away to be poor.  She has opinions about people who have more children than they can afford - and her idea of what afford means is a trifle outrageous - and no shame in expressing them.  Draco grows up with the ingrained belief that poverty is the result of character flaws. Only bad, weak people are poor.

He wants more friends, but has no idea how offensive some of the things that come out of his mouth are.  He really wants to be friends with Harry Potter and that rejection stings enough to give him a grudge he nurses for years.

His parents listen to all his ranting about school and Potter with patient ears. Narcissa’s parents were of the ‘children should be seen and not heard’ mindset and she’s determined to never make her child feel like his opinions are unimportant or what he says is uninteresting.

Though she does sort of wish he’d shut up about Potter.  So does Lucius. 

mvlfxy  asked:

hulo chris! it's me your fav girl yana. for the prompt thing, can you do 11? and yeah, give me all the angst my queen. but with a happy ending pls. thanks ily! <3

Ahhh yay hi Yana!! “But with a happy ending pls” HAHAHA I will be amused by this forever sjfalkj

It looks like I used this line in a way that I usually wouldn’t in my writing, but I hope that you find it enjoyable anyway! And thank you for requesting <3

im putting the thing under a “read more” bc it turned out to be longer than i had anticipated

march prompt list / my writing


#11: “We aren’t dating!”

A sharp flick of his wrist was sufficient to straighten the Sunday edition of the Daily Prophet to allow him a proper view of the headline, printed thickly in black:

HARRY POTTER DENIES ALLEGED RELATIONSHIP WITH EX-DEATH EATER.

Draco scoffed to himself despite continuing to read anyway. He realized some time ago that the Daily Prophet would never rid him of his well-deserved title unless his father rose from the dead – that, in itself, would make the first page – and made a generous donation to the publication company to clear his family of their label. Harry had offered to give them a piece of his mind on multiple occasions, but Draco always refused; it wasn’t worth it. Plus, if being in an “alleged relationship” with an ex-Death Eater like him put Harry on the cover page of the most popular newspaper in Wizarding London, then…

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Shaking his head, Draco deliberately picked up his fork and set about his stew once more. “I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about,” he reiterated with a sniff.

He could feel Blaise’s smile without needing to look at him. “Oh, I think you do.”

“I do not.”

“Yes you do,” Theodore chimed in.

“Shut up, Theo,” Draco replied mildly, gaze still downcast.

Blaise laughed once more. “You do. And I think you probably also even know the reason for it all. For everything being… better.”

Draco didn’t mean to. He honestly didn’t, but somehow, quite without his direction, he found his gaze drifting upwards and across the room towards the Gryffindor table. He noticed the Golden Trio – they were, quite frankly, hard to miss, especially with Weasley and Weaslette initiating their nightly argument, cries of “Stop being an idiot” and “He was with you last night” ringing across the Hall. And naturally, his eyes drifted to Potter, to Pipsqueak, as they were want to do.

Potter, who was watching his two friends snarl and snap at one another’s throats with a hand propped beneath his chin. Potter, who seemed to have neglected half of his dinner in favour of offering it to Pipsqueak at his shoulder who ate far more daintily and tidily than her siblings, Draco was sure. Potter, who somehow seemed to feel Draco’s gaze upon him and glanced in his direction through the mess of his overlong fringe. He didn’t smile but he didn’t frown either, simply regarding Draco as he was regarded in turn.

Draco hastily dropped his gaze down to his bowl once more, resolutely ignoring Blaise’s muffled chuckles at his side. Stupid Potter with his stupid fringe and his stupid stare and the ridiculously, stupidly cute way he smiled at the foxlet that lived on his shoulder. It annoyed Draco to no end.

seapanda02-deactivated20170201  asked:

So, I was looking at your Harry teacher AU (which is my absolute fave Headcanon/AU) and I was thinking... what about Professor Malfoy??? What if Draco taught at Hogwarts as well, either Charms (because he was always good at hexing people) or Potions (Snape took him under his wing). Imagine when he and Harry first started working there, they have respect for eachother, but still that small bit of rivalry. But then they slowly become friends, and even pull a few small pranks on the students.

Truth be told, I’m more of a Healer!Draco person, but occasionally I do enjoy scenario where they both are professors at Hogwarts. My favourite headcanon regarding it is that Draco tries really hard to be feared by his students, to gain Snape-like reputation, but fails spectacularly, much to Harry’s amusement. As to what subject he would teach, I’m inclined to either Potions or Astronomy. Although there’s this really good fic (which probably everyone has read already but eh) where he teaches Transfiguration.

First Pregnancy- Draco x Reader

Y/N Malfoy started packing up her desk at the ministry. Her maternity leave was just about to begin.She had been working in the Muggle Liaison Office for a year and a half. She loved her job in the Ministry of Magic.Y/N smiled at the picture of herself and Draco on their wedding day. A quiet ceremony between the pure blood prince and his muggle born bride. His parents refused to attend the wedding or have anything to do with Y/N for that matter. Draco worked in Wizengamot writing reports daily. “ Need some help?” Y/N looked up to see Draco in front of her desk. “ You got off early?” Y/N said smiling. “Of course, it’s an important day after all.” Taking the box of office belonging off his wife’s hands. “ You shouldn’t be lifting so much.” Draco said fretting once again over his pregnant wife. “ I’m perfectly alright you know.”


Y/N waved good bye to her co workers as she began her trip home. Draco’s parents booted them out of their safe home during the war, the old Malfoy summer home. Luckily, Draco had fallen in love with the town of Brighton. This was where his wife and him had spent their first Christmas together, gotten engaged and, now where he wanted to raise their children. It was too dangerous to apparitiate whilst you were pregnant. Draco worried himself sick every time Y/N used to Floo network. To be safe Draco insisted today, on her due date that they should take the train. To stop her husband fretting Y/N agreed to the hour train ride from London.


After the hour commute Draco smiled seeing his beautiful white house by the sea. It was smaller than he was used to but, he wouldn’t have it any other way. Draco opened the door to see a clean living room. White, emerald green and the colour he fell in love with seafoam green. A picture by the door of their first Christmas together in Y/N’s tiny seafoam green and white apartment. Draco eased off Y/N’s coat hanging it carefully on the iron hook.“ Sit down Lovely.” Draco worryingly said leading a very pregnant Y/N to the living room couch. “ Draco, I’m alright. Rarely do first time mums have their baby on their due date.” Draco sat beside her letting out a sigh. “ I know that. I can’t help but worry. Let’s get some dinner i’m starving. Take away on this special day?” Draco asked giving a cheeky smile raising a brow. “ Well of course.”


After dinner like clockwork, the owl arrived with letters from friends and from work. Draco noticed the seal of the Wizengamot on a letter directed to Y/N. Draco looked around the room to see if he could find Y/N. He heard the shower running. He quietly opened the letter.


Dear Mrs Malfoy,


We have received your supervisor report in the Muggle Liaison Office. The incident with one Mr Lucius Malfoy has been recorded in our books and is under further review. We are taking this very seriously and have banned Mr Lucius Malfoy from the Muggle Liaison Office until further notice. Please come in after your maternity leave, please come to the Wizengamot office to confirm your paperwork.


Regards,
Wizengamot


Draco could feel his blood boil. What had happened and why hadn’t anyone notified him? Y/N came humming down the stairs. Now in her comfortable clothes. Y/N name stopped in her tracks when she saw an angry Draco reading a Wizengamot letter addressed to her. “ What happened?” Said through gritted teeth. Y/N went pale and sat beside Draco at the table. “ A couple of days ago your father found me in the ministry directory under Malfoy. He was outraged that a ‘ mudblood was soiling the Malfoy name’ He…came to my office. I was shocked to see him obviously. He then noticed of course that I’m pregnant. He kind of had a fit. Smashed my name tag and called me names-” “ Why didn’t you tell me!” Draco threw the crumpled up letter across the room. “ I’m going to kill him!” “ Draco, breathe. It’s over. You know I was going to tell you but, it’s a Wizengamot case. It’s legal matter. I knew you would have done something. Don’t let him get to you.” Draco took a breath. “ He threatened my wife and my child! I’m ashamed to share a name that brings up so much hate!” Y/N grabbed Draco’s shaking hand. “ Don ‘t say that. I’m proud to be a Malfoy. I may be muggle born and our child will be half blood but, that name is a gift I got from you. It’s our family name. We’ll teach our children to not be ashamed of where they come from and be proud without being arrogant.” Draco soon calmed down. “ Thank you Lovely.” Y/N smiled. “ If I ever catch our child saying ‘ my father will hear about this’ i’m blaming you.” Draco laughed. “ Fair enough”


Draco sat in his office chair. The clock read 4:45 a.m. He looked at his paperwork. Only a few more pages left before he can finally sleep. He rested his eyes for a moment to give himself a moment’s rest. A knock came on the office door. “ Draco darling.” Draco kept his eyes close. “ yes lovely?” “ the baby’s coming.” Draco stood up knocking his legs on his desk. THUD! “ Draco?” Draco opened the door. “ Sorry fell. I’ll get the bag. Go wait downstairs.”


The trip to St Mungo’s was anxiety filled for Draco. He desperately tried in vain to remember everything he learned from the parenting books. “ Mrs Malfoy room 206.” A cheerful nurse said. Draco panicked when he saw Y/N in pain. He felt helpless seeing her without being able to do anything about it. The bed was set up. “ 3 centimetres dilated. Just getting started.” Another nurse told the couple. Draco held Y/N hand. “ How are you doing Lovely?” Y/N gave a smile. “ Just a little uncomfortable is all. It’s time for the last bets. Boy or Girl? I have a pretty good feeling about one but, I wanna hear your guess.” Draco gently felt Y/N stomach. “ Hmmm let me see. I have to go back to my Divination training” Draco began rubbing Y/N stomach like a crystal ball. “ Hmmm…I sense it’s going to be a baby! The further has spoken!”Y/N laughed and Draco soon joined.


As the contractions began to become closer and closer apart the reality hit Draco. He was going to be a dad whether he was ready or not. “ Alright we’re ready for you to push Mrs Malfoy.” Y/N nodded. She wanted this to be over as fast as possible. “Okay, push until I count to ten on the next contraction. 1,2,3.” Sadly the only thought going through Draco’s head at the moment was “ Don’t faint don’t faint she’ll never let you live It down.”


After 56 minutes of pushing it was the last push. “ You’re almost there Lovely. One more push.” Draco said holding his own breath. Then it happened. “ It’s a boy!” The nurse cheered placing the crying newborn on Y/N’s chest. Tears instantly started streaming from both parents. “ He’s perfect.” Y/N said to Draco as they took the baby to be weighted. “ He is. How does it feel to be a Mum.” Y/N gave a soft smile. “ Amazing. You’re a Dad now.”


After a long discussion on a name a compromise was made. Y/N wanted to have a traditional name because they planned to send him to muggle primary school. Draco wanted to keep his family’s tradition of astrological names. At 2:34 pm on November 15th, Leo Scorpius Malfoy was born. He bore the classic Malfoy platinum blonde hair and grey eyes. “ My son.” Draco looked down lovingly at a bundled up asleep Leo. “ I promise i’ll always be around for you.” He said above a whisper to the newborn. Y/N was in awe at her husband and son. “ We make a cute family don’t we?” Draco smiled. He had what he had always dreamed of. A family. A family who didn’t need money or bloodlines to validate themselves. All they needed was love. “ Thank you Y/N…” tears ran down his pale cheek. “ Thank you for my family.” Y/N started to cry as well. They held each other and watched the sleeping baby with nothing but happiness and joy in their hearts.

Caught ; Draco Malfoy

“MERRY CHRISTMAS!”

“Fred-” you groaned, glancing at the piece of parchment on top of the table, “I’m trying to-”

“IT’S CHRISTMAS!” He exclaimed. “It’s obviously not the time to do your-”

“It’s exactly the right time to do my homework,” you glared at him. “Unlike you, Fred, I want to do something that can contribute good things to our world- a joke shop surely isn’t one!”

“Opening a joke shop is not a bad thing,” George piped in, who had just entered the common room. “We’ll make a lot of galleons!”

“We’ll buy Ron and Charlie and Ginny and Per-”

NO PERCY,” George quickly added.

No Percy, mom, dad and Bill Butterbeers!” Fred corrected, and George cheered lightly. “Do you want some too?”

“I can buy myself a Butterbeer, thank you very much,” you rolled your (E/C) eyes, once again glancing at the halfway-done piece of parchment before you. “If you don’t mind-”

“Speaking of Butterbeers-” Fred smirked at George, “Would you like to go to-”

No.”

“Come on, (Y/N)!” George pleaded. “It’ll be fun if you go with us… I’ll buy you something at Honeydukes.”

“No.”

“She would never give in, George,” Fred mumbled. “She’s too busy with her homework to even care about her best friends.”

“I do care about you guys,” you muttered, glaring at Fred. “Fred, you do know we’re not allowed to go to Hogsmeade.”

“Since when do you obey the rules?” George raised his left brow, earning a loud groan coming from you. “If I’m not mistaken, you forced us to go to Hogsmeade with you a few months ago to buy… what was it, Freddie?”

“Just to buy this purple candy at Honeydukes,” continued Fred. “We need that (Y/N) back.”

“Do you guys even care about your O.W.Ls?”

“I don’t know, Georgie,” Fred stared at you as George snickered. “I always believe our futures lie outside the world of academic achievement.” 

“Suit yourselves,” you focused back on your parchment. “Snape want this back first thing after Christmas.”

“Maybe we should apparate…”

“You can’t apparate on Hogwarts grounds, idiot,” snarled Fred. “Do you even pay any attention in class?”

“Excuse me, I’m very good in Divination, mind you,” George glared at him.

“That’s because you created all the bad tragedies!” Fred scoffed. “You will die in a shark-cage in the muggle-world? Really, George?”

“Unlike you, Fred, I’m not single,” George said. “I’m not the one who sleeps alone every night.”

“Guys-”

“At least I’m not the one who flirts with everyone!”

“Guys-”

I never flirt-”

GUYS!”

They stared at you for a few minutes before bursting out laughing, clutching their stomachs, leaving you bewildered and annoyed by their sudden action.

“Fred-”

“George-”

“She-”

“She shouted at us-”

“She had enough-”

“I’m going to the library-”

“See, Fred?” George turned to look at you properly. “She’ve changed. She never cared to go to a library before.”

“I’m just-”

“And she’s giving us the O.W.Ls bullshit again,” George shook his head. “She definitely changed.”

Merlin, George-” Fred started, staring at you longingly, “It’s because of a boy…”

What?”

“Yes…” George stared at you admiringly. “It’s because of a boy… Oh, Freddie, I’m so proud!”

“I’m proud too, George-” Fred wiped out a fake tear, “Our friend is growing up!”

“You guys are ridiculous.”

“Who is it?” Fred blinked at you innocently, followed by George.

“None of your busine-”

“FRED! LOOK AT THE FIRE!”

A figure had appeared in the burning fire, its whitey hair obliviously visible in the flames. Fred yelped and ran behind the sofa, crouching beside it as he stared at the fire, followed by George, who left you alone, in front of the fire, who was face palming yourself in frustration. 

“Bloody hell, Fred-”

Merlin, George-”

Draco, I told you I can’t meet you here,” you breathed, once the figure went out from the blazing fire, revealing Draco Malfoy, the boy who you’ve been dating since the past few months.

“DRACO MALFOY!” Fred gushed, staring at you horridly. “YOU’RE DATING A MALFOY!”

“FOR MERLIN’S SAKE, (Y/N)-” George looked at you as though afraid of you, “DRACO MALFOY!”

Draco looked at the twins awkwardly and back at you, “Bad time?”

Bad time.”

“Honestly, George-” Fred whispered slowly to George, but loud enough for Draco to hear. “I thought it would be Cormac. He’s already bad enough.”

“Draco’s badder.”

“Guys-”

“Is she joking?” Fred kept on whispering. “She’s going nuts!”

“We can hear you guys, you know,” you rolled your eyes. “Listen-”

“This explained everything, (Y/N),” Fred cut you off. “We’re your best friends… You should tell us about Draco before anything else.”

“I-”

“A Malfoy!” George exclaimed suddenly. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Guys-” you took a deep breath, “I’ve been dating Draco since the past few months and I… I want you guys to accept him.”

“Accept him?” Fred scoffed. “Are you losing your mind? There’s no way I’m going to accept a Malfoy!”

“I’m not that bad!” Draco glared at him, intertwining his hand with yours. “If you’re really (Y/N)’s best friends, you should’ve accept whoever she likes.”

“I’m so sorry,” you stared at them. “But I like Draco and… I’m really sorry for keeping this thing from the both of you- but I knew you would hate him.”

“We don’t hate him, no,” Fred glanced at his twin. “I’m… I’m just lost for words.”

“We don’t expect such thing from you, (Y/N),” George continued. “I think… I think we should go, Fred.”

“No, guys, listen-”

“You should rest,” Fred suggested, not looking at you. “We’ll hear you out tomorrow.”

You and Draco stared at each other while they went up the stone stairs towards the boys’ dormitory, unmistakably stunned and lost for words. You never expected this kind of reaction from the twins.

This wouldn’t happen if you send your owl to Draco regarding the change of time and place to meet earlier. This wouldn’t happen if you agree to go to Hogsmeade with the twins.

“I’m sorry they said those things about you… I’m-”

“Don’t be sorry,” he kissed your forehead slowly, pulling you into a hug as you snuggled into his chest. “We’ll figure this out later.”

“I’m scared they’ll hate me,” you bit your lips, tears forming in your eyes. “They’re my best friends ever since I met them in the train.”

“I know,” he whispered, pulling you closer. “And they wouldn’t. They love you like their own sister and I know they will never hurt you in any way.”

“Would you stay with me if they leave me alone?”

“I would stay with you regardless,” he kept on whispering, kissing the top of your head slowly.

“Promise?”

Promise.”

Originally posted by daz-zling-bling

And someone to Love chapter 4

Draco and Hermione sat across from each other at the small island in her kitchen, she’d only unpacked the kettle, two teacups, and some tea leaves. The two sat in silence for what seemed like hours regarding each other with wary eyes, and Draco cleared his throat after a moment.

“So, Granger….er….Hermione, what made you choose to move? And without Weasely, if you don’t mind my asking. I had thought the two of you would be married by now.” Draco tried keeping his voice light, but he was truly curious about the witch in front of him.

Hermione sighed raking a hand through her hair and looking down at her cup, “Honestly? I start work in a few days and this is closer to work than my apartment had been, and Ronald…well, he’s gone.”

“Oh?” Draco said raising an eyebrow.

“He… I mean he’s alive. Merlin, I just realized how that sounded. It’s just well…” Hermione sighed again, deciding it didn’t matter if Draco knew the truth, he’d probably find out some other way as it was, “Ron was cheating on me with a girl who was supposed to be his ex from Hogwarts.”

Draco regarded her for a moment before quietly saying, “Hermione.” she looked up into those pale grey eyes and almost stopped breathing from their intensity focused on her.“ If he didn’t see what a brilliant witch you are, not to mention absolutely beautiful, than he’s even more daft than I thought in school.” Draco looked down at the last of his sentance, since when had he ever been shy, she wondered.

“T-thank you, Draco.” Hermione quietly replied, her dark brown eyes as wide as saucers.

Draco could feel the blush in his cheeks but he needed to finish his thoughts, even if Hermione couldn’t forgive him she deserved a proper apology. “And…well, I know I was terrible to you in school, I never should have called you…Hermione you’re not a mudblood, you’re brilliant. I was a git, and I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I just want you to know how truly sorry I am.”

Hermione was smiling at him when he looked back up at her, “There’s nothing to forgive.” she started, “ we were kids, you know now what you said was wrong, but I forgave you years ago. I just wanted you to see that you could have been so much more than you were back then. When we were prefects and we talked, one on one, I saw you for what you could have truly been. Brilliant, kind, and just, Draco you were amazing in those moments, it was only around your housemates you acted like a prat.”

Draco looked at Hermione his jaw slack, and without warning stood walking to her and pulled her into an embrace, after a moment he let go and looked down at her.

Hermione was blushing furiously, but felt desire bubbling in her stomach at his touch. She leaned up without thinking and kissed Draco Malfoy pulling him closely to her.

When the kiss ended they looked at each other breathing heavily, Hermione smiled first and then Draco smirked just as he used to, “Hermione Granger, do you fancy me?” he said raising an eyebrow.

“Oh shut it, you prat.” she giggled, “ you know I can’t stand you.”

“Well that’s a pity, I was hoping I could take you to dinner, a proper date.” Draco smiled down at her playfully.

Hermione felt her blush deepen even further, “Well, if you insist.” she said through her smile

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Ficlet: Christmas Cards

1.1k words, G rated

Harry is dying of boredom reading through some paperwork, when Draco drops by to give him a Christmas card. 

Happy holidays to my amazing friend, brilliant beta, and walking Malfoy encyclopedia, @bounding-heart. I hope Draco is snarky enough for you. <3

Beta’d by @abradystrix.

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married!Dramione headcanons-part 2 (part 1 thanks to @malfxoys for posting it!)
• Hermione took Draco to an amusement park one year and now they go every summer
• Draco was curious about his in-laws’ line of work so Hermione took him to her parents’ dentist practice. Draco took one look at the instruments in their offices, paled considerably, and hurried outside to wait for Hermione.
• Draco won’t admit it out loud but he’s slightly afraid of his father-in-law, more so after that trip
• Hermione is forced to hide her purchases from Honeydukes because Draco and their oldest son have notorious sweet tooths
• When Hermione first became pregnant Crookshanks refused to let Draco come anywhere near her until she intervened to prevent a war from breaking out between the two
• Whenever Hermione wants sushi she has to go with a friend because Draco tried it once and ended up getting food poisoning
• Hermione has tiny feet which serves as endless amusement for Draco
• A number of Hogwarts alumni started up a Quidditch league for those who don’t play professionally; Draco joined, of course, and Hermione tries to make it to every one of his games
• Hermione and Draco found they had a bunch of the same books so they donated all the extra copies
• They were initially skeptical about allowing Lucius and Narcissa babsit their kids but upon Narcissa’s indignant insistance they finally backed down; as it turned out the two weren’t completely incompetant
• Draco asked Hermione to write down all the places she’s ever wanted to visit and she wrote down over 50; he’ll choose a different place to take her to every year for their wedding anniversary
• Hermione refused to have a house-elf but after having twins she found that raising them along with her two other mischievous children while co-running a business with her husband was near impossible, so she relented but only because Draco found a house-elf at the Manor who didn’t mind a salary and vacation time
• Draco put up a huge fuss about having to attend their ten year reunion but Hermione threatened to go with or without him so he gave in
• Since they live in a primarily Muggle neighborhood they were able to get a television set to work after some fiddling around
• Draco will watch cartoons with his children even though some of them creep him out
• At a fundraising event someone asked Draco if he was a vampire, much to his indignation, and Hermione had to excuse herself because she could not hold in her laughter
• Hermione keeps photographs of all her children as well as a few of her and Draco and one of them all together on her desk at work; Draco keeps most of his in his desk drawer because he kept getting too distracted
• No matter how many years pass they still have reporters trailing them when they go to any primarily magical location
• They took their children to the zoo a few times and were completely exhausted afterwards because the children insisted upon seeing every animal present
• Hermione tried to teach Draco how to produce a Patronus but it wasn’t until after they got married that he was finally able to produce one
• Once all their children are old enough to go to Hogwarts they start up a class there which they teach once a week regarding magical business
• Draco gives excellent massages which Hermione is eternally greatful for
• Draco needs a cup of tea in the morning to function properly
• Hermione will have a girls’ night out with her friends about once every two weeks so the wizards are left behind to watch the children
• Hermione flat out refused to let Draco adopt a peacock from the Malfoy grounds
• Draco was extremely attentive throughout all of Hermione’s pregnancies; it annoyed her at times, like when he tried to carry her up the stairs so she wouldn’t strain herself, but she couldn’t really complain when he was willing to go buy the chocolate ice cream she was craving at 3am

(I’ll be posting a part 3 later on as well 😊)

sooo i’ve had this blog for about 7 months now, it’s almost at 4,5k followers, and i realised just now that instead of whining about how nobody knows i’m following them, i could simply make a little follow forever to appreciate the many cool people i adore and let them know about my admiration! so, here’s a small compilation of amazing blogs i started following after i created this sideblog. they’re not all drarry but definitely all worth checking out. thank you all for existing and filling my dash with lovely stuff!! (゚ヮ゚)

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@5ftofkissmyass | @allthedrarry | @asktheboywholived | @astcriagreengrass | @bellatrixsbutterbeer | @big-time-schmidtster | @bloodyhellharry | @cremebunny | @diydrarry | @dmxhp | @draconianpotterhead | @drarry-queen | @drarryfeels | @drarryking | @drarrylocked@drarrymoments | @drarryslittlesecret | @drarrytrash | @dreamydrarry | @drxcofelton | @dyourol 

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@ferretxscarhead | @fuckyeah-drarry | @gaddingwithghouls | @glitterifficshipper | @hogw-artists | @hotter-than-potter​ | @icanhelpyouthere​ | @iloveyoudrarrymuch | @imagine-drarry | @isparklinggingerme | @itsdrarrydarling | @julietsemophase | @kaytlin- | @kiss-kiss-fallintartarus | @legen-wait-for-it-drarry 

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@malfoy-is-my-queen | @malfoyishpotter | @malfoykink | @malfoysface | @marauders–trash | @mcgonacat | @melulite | @mii-straw | @moonysdog | @mxlfoydraco | @myfatherwillhearaboutus | @obliviate-malfoy | @oncewasaferret | @ourloveislegendrarry | @pansyparkinsonofficial | @paradoxicalpotter | @parseltonquinq | @pasttarc | @perfectpottersbroomstick | @potter-is-mine | @pretentious-git | @punkisdea-d 

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@regards-draco | @riandoesart | @sachandesu | @saintpottcr | @salzaars | @scaredpotter | @sexyferret | @silverfanart | @simplydrarry | @sleeping-slytherins | @slytherxn-inx | @sprout2012 | @syriuslyharry | @the-green-quaffle | @thegirlhuntingherself | @themafloys | @themalfoymanner | @themalfoytomypotter | @therealcnn | @whimsically-whimsical | @wonderfulpctter | @wontyoudieforlove | @yaasdrarry | @zydratenote

anonymous asked:

hello do you have any 8th year drarry? thank you :)

There are so many! So I’ve chosen a mixture of genres (i.e. randomly), but there are heaps more in my #Hogwarts Eighth Year tag.

Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good to You) - AWickedMemory (ReadyPlayerZero)

Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan.

More Than Half a Smile - Lomonaaeren

Ever since Harry came back to Hogwarts for his eighth year, Malfoy has been responding to everything anyone does with half a smile. It doesn’t take long for Harry to realize that what he really wants is something more.

Can’t Stand the Heat (Some Like it Hot) - cylsus

Malfoy is acting oddly, but it’s clear he wants nothing to do with him–so why can’t Harry stay away?

Save Me From Myself - leo_draconis

Ever since returning to Hogwarts after the war, Harry has been trying to find his place, but he only succeeds in alienating his friends when he begins bending over for everyone who asks. Draco thinks Harry deserves more than what he’s taking for himself, and he’s determined to prove it.

Dear Diary - AWickedMemory (ReadyPlayerZero)

// This can’t possibly go worse than the last time I kept a diary. //

After the war, Harry picks up a journal to write in… and it writes back. Luckily, it’s not a Horcrux on the other end this time.

In the Interest of Interhouse Cooperation - firethesound

Organizing a Duelling Club was supposed to be a fun extracurricular activity for Harry’s 8th year. But add in Draco Malfoy and a malfunctioning Room of Requirement, and things can’t help but get complicated.

Harry Potter and the Scarf of Sexual Preference - ChannelTheFlannel

It’s Harry’s eighth year, and he no longer has the constant threat of Voldemort to keep him busy. So, he goes back to doing what he always does, which is obsessing over Draco Malfoy.
It’s unhealthy. It’s strange. And, according to his friends, more than a little bit gay. It’s a problem, and Harry is in complete denial.
Obviously, the only solution is to go to Dumbedore for help. And he has the perfect thing for it, too–a magical, rainbow, talking scarf.

AMKM - seerstella

There is something Harry doesn’t know about one Draco Malfoy: his dancing skills. There is something Draco doesn’t know about one Harry Potter: Potter is a hopeless romantic.

Quick, Malfoy. Kiss me. - digthewriter

Harry thinks kissing Malfoy is a good way to keep all the girls away. Draco thinks kissing Potter will make people stop bothering him. Everybody wins!

Tired - bobbirose

“Well, uh…bye,” Harry says stiffly, walking hurriedly to the door.

“I’m tired of being the villain,” Draco calls after him, and Harry turns back around, regarding Draco like he had been doing before Ron interrupted.

“I know,” Harry says, the corners of his mouth turning down. “I think we’re all just so damn tired, Draco.”

And he leaves.

Draco sets his book down on the floor, slowly swinging his legs around to rest his feet beside his book. He bows his head and sighs, closing his eyes and feeling a sudden rush of exhaustion.

White Lies - cassisluna

Draco drinks a potion that makes him know if a person is lying, and Harry, apparently at fault that Draco is this way, is forced to ‘help’ him with the effects of the potion. For the first time, they deal with each other with no lies to hide behind.

Sanguis Vita Est - Shiguresan

Whilst Voldemort’s prisoner, Draco is made a vampire and forced to take Harry as his first meal. With Draco managing to resist the temptation to drain him, just barely, in a moment of blind rage at what he has been forced to become, he aids Harry in the destruction of Voldemort. But even with that threat vanquished, once back at Hogwarts, Draco finds himself disturbingly addicted to Harry’s blood. And amongst all this, a dark shadow looms ominously on the outline of the forest, watching them closely.

Don’t mind if I keep your tie (And your heart, babe) - Ingi

The Eighth year common room has a parrot in it, courtesy of McGonagall and her mad search for interhouse bonding.

Most of the time, it’s just there, until one day it repeats “Potter has a damn fine arse.” And the Slytherins know exactly who the parrot’s mimicking…

Draco is not amused.

Hearts See Where Eyes Are Blind - tessarwyn

War is not glorious. Victor and hero are not synonymous. Vengeance and greed are commonplace. Draco wasn’t expecting forgiveness and compassion, but he found it. Story is set post seventh-year with a different interpretation of the final battle.

djimenez4  asked:

17 draco

“I don’t care what she said, it doesn’t mean jack squat.”
Draco Malfoy x Reader

You paced back and forth, biting your nails nervously as you awaited for the results of Draco’s talk with his parents. He had introduced you to them tonight. You had dined with them and they were to deliver their verdict regarding you to Draco now, in Lucius Malfoy’s study. 

To say you were nervous was an understatement. This meant a lot to you. Their opinion of you meant more than you could ever fathom. Draco loved his parents and you wanted them to like you, even if he insisted that their opinions about you would never mar how he felt about you.

After more than half an hour, Draco emerged from the room and wordlessly stalked up to you, embracing you tightly. You wanted to ask him what they had said, but remained quiet, letting him hold you close.

“My father-” he cleared his throat. “My father would be delighted to get to know you more.”

“Okay,” you said, trying not to smile. You didn’t think Mr. Malfoy would even spare you a second glance.

“My mum,” he scoffed. “My mum said-No, I don’t care what she said, it doesn’t mean jack squat.”

“Draco…”

“I love you,” he said softly, cupping your face and pressing a kiss to your lips. “And nothing she says will deter me.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another fervent kiss.

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