that draco would have still started to side with his mother

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‘Enough, that’s- that’s enough… Draco!’

'I’m sober!’ Draco lauched himself forward, blindly trying to snatch the Firewhiskey bottle from Harry’s hands.

The crowded pub made it easier for Harry to just get up from their table and pull Draco with him without getting much attention from their coworkers, most of them already as drunk as Malfoy. The blond fidgeted in his arms, mumbling something Harry couldn’t understand or barely hear.

We’re going home’ the unintelligible words shushing Draco immediately. He’d learnt parseltongue was useful for those times Draco wouldn’t listen to him. Harry hooked one of Malfoy’s arms around his shoulder, doing his best not to bump into too many people on his way to the door.


Fuck. He turned around with some difficulty, Malfoy breathing on his neck while trying to balance his weigh on his legs without bringing both of them down.

Ron walked towards him, his expression quickly changing into one of concern as soon as he recognized the blond head.

'Where are you going?’ Ron squinted  his eyes suspiciously, darting them from Harry to Malfoy, who hiccuped and giggled, the sound muffled by Harry’s hair where his face was now buried. Ron didn’t even bother to hide his disconfort, his cheeks a dark shade of red Harry knew couldn’t be blamed only on Firewhiskey.

'Home’ Harry rolled his eyes, giving Ron a small smile to try and ease the tension a bit.

'Why? You’re not his mother! Just leave him here, I’m sure he can-’ Ron gesticulated towards an almost unconscious Draco like he was trash Harry was taking outside.

'And then what? I’ll have to open the door for him later anyway.’

Ron sighed, searching for help and noticing no one cared if they were leaving or not.

'It’s friday and you’ve just finished a fucked up case. You don’t deserve this, Harry’

It’s not that bad, Harry thought, the words now common in his vocabulary when talking to Ron, Hermione, or any of his friends. Being paired with Malfoy after their Auror training two years ago may have angered him a bit - quite a lot, actually - and finding out they’d have to share a flat, which was protocol for new partners in order to 'strengthen the bond’ didn’t sound like the best of options, but after all, it really wasn’t that bad. Malfoy was organized and surprisingly quiet. He could be nosy, childish and bossy but most of the time, it was manageable.

A drunk Malfoy, however was another story. Needy, cuddly, demanding. It shocked Harry the first time the blond got himself pissed on a Friday night and let his head fall on Harry’s shoulder in the middle of the bar.

'Let’s go home, Harry’ he giggled in his ear, Harry’s own name resonating in his head.

After that he’d tried his best not to let Malfoy drink too much.

Malfoy hiccuped again and Ron let out an exasperated sigh.

'It’s fine. See you Monday, yeah?’ Harry turned around before Ron could say anything, his own mind a bit dizzy from the alcohol and the noise.



The cold breeze hit them square in the face the moment Harry opened the door. He let it close behind him, the noise gone the second it clicked shut. Malfoy shivered against him, curling himself on Harry’s side. The sooner they reached their flat the better. The safer, Harry thought.

Harry’ Draco breathed in his ear. Fuck, Harry hated how Malfoy always said his name, how could Harry mean something completely different than Potter coming from the same person?

'Yeah?’ Harry stopped, his mind still too slow for him to remember where was the nearest apparition point.

'I’m hungry’ Draco nuzzled his nose against Harry’s dark locks, inhaling like that was the most natural thing to do.

'What? No, we’re going home, Draco’ He said firmly, deciding for a random direction.

'Please, I’m really hungry…’ Harry let out an exasperated groan, the weigh and the cold doing nothing to improve his mood. He took a look around, spotting a small convenience store not far from them on the other side of the street. They had no food at home, he was tired and, if Draco was indeed that hungry, he woudn’t be too picky about it.

They crossed the street, Harry sitting Draco on the closest bench outside the store as soon as they reached it.

'Stay here. I mean it, Draco, stay

’’m not a dog, Potter’

Potter. Good, he was not that drunk.

Harry turned around, rolling his eyes, and opened the glass door.

Water, some noodles. An aspirin since Draco forgot to brew hangover potion. Hmm, chocolate, since Draco would be in an awful mood tomorrow-

Harry stopped shortly. Merlin, they sounded so… domestic. Harry shivered, avoiding the cashier’s eyes since he knew his cheeks were probably bright pink.

He headed for the door noticing through the glass that Draco wasn’t where he’d left him.

'Fuck’ He stormed out of the store, his wand already firmly secured in his hand.


'Hmm?’ Harry jumped, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Malfoy was stading not far from him, his hand placed on a huge cabin right by the door.

'A photobooth cabin?’ Harry’s voice startled the blond, who darted his eyes towards him.

'Photo what?’

Harry remebered the first time Dudley got home with one of those stripes, his ugly face splashed in tiny squares all over it. When he’d asked aunt Petunia if he could take one too the woman told him those things were for people with friends. And Harry had none.

'You take photos in these’ He stared at the ground, the grip on the plastic bags tighter than necessary.

'Let’s go’

'I wanna try it’

'What?’ Harry stopped, not believing what his ears were telling him.

'Come on, Potter, it can’t be that bad’ Draco took a step forward, lifting the black curtains and peering inside, curiously.

'You’re aware this is a muggle thing, right?’ Harry said, taking a step forward. He had no idea why a muggle photobooth cabin was standing outside of a convenience store on a wizard neighborhood. He checked the money entry, noticing it was modified to accept wizard money. An image of Mr. Weasley appeared in his mind instantly. Right, there were wizards who collected stuff like that.

Harry dropped two knuts inside the machine, Draco already getting inside.

It was small, smaller than he’d expected, with only one old black stool. Harry sat awkwardly at the edge, almost falling while doing his best to avoid touching Draco more than needed. The blond seemed too distracted with a big black screen in front of him to notice or even worry himself about it, letting his knee touch Harry’s carelessly.  Harry pressed the only button under the screen, the countdown starting in front of them.

'What’s happening?’ Draco reached for his wand but Harry stopped him before he could take it out of his pocket.

'Look there, and…’

The first picture was taken, Harry only having a few seconds to pull a funny face. He couldn’t help laughing when he realized Draco was just frowning at the camera.

'Are you stupid, Potter?’ He turned to stare at Harry, reminding him of how close they were.

'Why?’ Harry gulped, looking everywhere but at him.

'That’s your idea of a funny face?’ A crooked smile formed in Draco’s lips, paired with something wicked in his eyes. Before Harry could stop him, Malfoy reached out and grabbed his glasses, putting them on his own face.

Another picture was taken while Draco tried to impersonate him. Harry couldn’t help bursting out laughing, Malfoy so unrecognizable wearing his glasses the whole thing seemed too absurd to be taken seriously.

Tears still streaming down his face, Harry opened his eyes to find a small smile on Draco’s lips. The black old frames constrasting with his bright grey eyes and blond hair looked almost… innocent. Harry shouldn’t be thinking that, he shouln’t even be there in that small cabin with him, but the second the blond burst out laughing too, the sound covering Harry’s loud heartbeat, he forgot why Draco Malfoy couldn’t be something else for him.

Another picture was taken before Harry pulled the man towards him and kissed him on the lips.

It took Draco a few seconds to kiss back, his eyes falling shut and lips opening to allow Harry to deepen it. It was, in some way, like a first kiss, the wamth radiating from Draco’s mouth reaching the bottom of Harry’s belly, warming every inch of his body.

They parted, eyes still closed.

‘Harry’ Draco whispered, his tone low and needy.

Harry gulped again, licking his lips which were still millimiters from the other’s. ‘Let’s go back to mine’

‘Did you forget we live together?’

‘I’m trying to flirt here, you git’

Harry chuckled, holding Draco’s face between his hands and kissing him again, softer this time.

‘Let’s go home, Draco’

hi i finally finished alsdkjfsdj HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY  lmaooo. also pretend this is from ferret-face because i can’t submit from my sideblogs okay okay


Narcissa cradled the head of her baby boy as she gently bounced him up and down, threading her fingers through his fine blonde hair. His face was relaxed, mouth slightly opened as he drooled on her shoulder, snoring quietly. Narcissa hummed softly. Her life changed when she had Draco. She had never loved anyone as much as she loved this beautiful, sweet, perfect boy.


It was six in the morning on a chilly April day when Narcissa was awoken by a small hand on her cheek. She opened her eyes sleepily and smiled when she realised it was Draco, his mouth open wide, his giggles filling the room. She tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. He reached up for her hand, gripping it tightly with both of his own. Narcissa squeezed back, tugging him closer, pulling him into the bed. It had only been three years, and Draco had taken over her whole heart. Draco snuggled up to her, burying his head in the crook of her neck, and they both drifted back to sleep. This was everything she could had ever hoped for.


Draco’s eighth birthday started with dozens of owls dropping parcels off at the Manor. His eyes lit up when he opened one up and it was his very own broom. He shook with his excitement, bouncing up and down as he begged to fly it. And how could Narcissa say no to that face? She took his hand and led him outside, reminding him to only try to fly low and stay close. He nodded and took off with ease, his broom listening to him from the start. Narcissa watched with a grin on her face as Draco flew in small circles, his head thrown back with laughter.


When his Hogwarts letter came, Draco ran first to his mother. His quick footsteps echoed off the walls of the Manor, his laughter like music to Narcissa’s ears. He had been waiting impatiently for weeks, ending each day with a frown on his face and complaints on his tongue. Why hadn’t Dumbledore sent him his letter yet? He was magic after all. When he turned the corner and ran into Narcissa at full speed, she scooped him up into her arms and twirled him around, kissing the side of his face. Draco couldn’t stop chattering, the excitement bubbling up in him and spilling over. Narcissa just smiled and listened, unable to get a word in.


Narcissa got a letter from Draco in December of his second year. All he did was complain about how stupid Harry Potter was, and how everyone thought he was perfect, but he wasn’t. Apparently their duel hadn’t gone well, and Draco was taking it badly. This wasn’t the first letter Narcissa had gotten like this. She chuckled to herself as she piled it on top of the others, all complaining about Harry Potter. How he wouldn’t be Draco’s friend, but he was friends with everyone else. How Dumbledore had given him house points for breaking rules, and those points cost Slytherin the House Cup. How he flew a car to Hogwarts and nobody seemed to care. Narcissa wondered if she’d ever stop hearing about what Harry Potter was doing at school.


Narcissa stood outside the closed door, trying to swallow her sobs as she heard Draco screaming. This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t her son’s war. He shouldn’t be punished because her husband had failed. The screaming got worse and Narcissa turned away, holding herself up with the wall as she tried to escape. She couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t help her baby boy. She couldn’t listen anymore. She choked on her tears as she collapsed on the stairs, screaming to try and block out the sound of Draco’s cries. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He was supposed to have a better life. This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t fair.


Narcissa walked slowly towards the body in the dirt in front of her. The Dark Lord at her back sent chills down her spine. As she crouched down to check that he was dead, she noticed a slight movement. She leaned down, her heart racing, as she whispered in Harry Potter’s ear, asking about her son. Her heart burst when she found out he was alive, he was still in the castle. She let out a shaky breath, tears stinging her eyes, as she stood and turned, pronouncing him dead. She would get her son back, Harry Potter would save the day, because by some miracle he still fighting, and her precious Draco wouldn’t have to live this life anymore.


Narcissa and Draco sat at the dining room table, their meals untouched in front of them as Draco stumbled over his words, unsure how to get them out. His mother reached out and grabbed his hand, urging him to relax. He held back tightly and forced out how he and Harry had been seeing each other. It was Harry, now, and he would really like it if his mother respected it, and it just happened and… Narcissa stood up and Draco stopped talking, his hands making his way to his lap, twisting together there, his eyes boring into the food in front of him. It was silent for a moment, before Narcissa made her way around the table, wrapping Draco in a tight hug and kissing him on the top of his head. All she could think about was how Draco could finally be happy again.

@ferret-face STACY OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!! THANK YOU!!!! it’s adorable and gives me feels from our Narcissa headcanons! 😭 this is so great!! i knew you have nothinggg to worry about ❤️

ok but the Potter-Malfoy children tho

When Harry began lamenting not being able to have children, Hermione explained that by transfigurating a sperm into an egg long enough for it to merge with a sperm, Draco and Harry could have children, as long as someone gave birth do them.

Luna told Harry she’d gladly give birth to their children and Harry, who had expected not having children at all, began daydreaming non-stop about it.

So you can imagine Harry going CRAZY with the idea of his and Draco’s children.

Which means there was a lot of begging and pleading, but since Draco wasn’t up for it, Harry let go of the idea for a while. Although he really wanted children. But then Draco gifted him with a pair of baby-shoes on their third anniversary.

Just imagine Harry James Potter looking up in surprise at his partner and going… “really? you will?” and Draco nodding, then having an amazingly happy Potter kiss every part of his body for the rest of the night.

Harry clearly won the naming bet with their first-born and Draco went along with it because he wasn’t interested in having children at all in the beginning… but he wasn’t happy about it.

At first, Harry had proposed using the Malfoy name, only because he knew Draco wasn’t really that excited about having children. But Draco was adamant that they use both.

And even though Harry was the one obsessing over having children, Draco is the one going up in the middle of the night to see their newborn child sleep because he’s afraid he will stop breathing. So Harry has to get up and convince him to go back to bed because “he will wake us up in half an hour anyway and he’s breathing, he’s fine, come back to bed, Draco.” but this happens with all their children.

James Sirius Potter-Malfoy, their first-born. With Harry’s black hair and Draco’s gray eyes. Surprising the Weasleys when he calls Draco Papa because, other than Harry and his mother, none of them knew that French is Draco’s first language.

Really, not even Fleur knew. It wasn’t until they got children that Draco started hanging out more with the Weasley’s and they got to know him better.

And a couple of years later, when Draco was proudly showing his child to anyone that came close enough, Harry managed to convince him to go for a second one…

Then came the twins, that wasn’t planned! Scorpius Hyperion Potter-Malfoy, because Harry had already named their first-born. And then Albus Severus Potter-Malfoy… They decided to go 50/50 on that one.

Draco didn’t want to name the child Albus at all, but he still felt guilty for everything during sixth year and finally went along with it. As for Severus… His godfather DID take good care of him, after all. It was only fair.

In the beginning, Draco probably felt that three children was more than enough. But Harry wanted a lot more and when the twins came he was ECSTATIC. Scorpius took after Draco and Albus after Harry.

Albus was daddy’s boy and would throw tantrums everyday when Harry had to leave for work. Scorpius was obsessed with “Mama Molly” and spent more time running after Molly and “helping” her in the kitchen than any of the other Potter-Malfoy children.

Right after the twins were born, Harry asked his husband if he would like to try once more, because he really was hoping for a daughter…

To which Draco surprisingly said “alright Potter, but this is the last” and that was how Lily Luna Potter-Malfoy was planned.

Lily Luna with her blonde hair and enormous green eyes became the obsession of everyone… And she clung to Draco SO MUCH. Honestly. She probably spent 60% of her baby years in Draco’s arms, 30% in Harry’s and the rest in everyone else’s.

She didn’t like speaking English, although she understood it perfectly well. She’d answer people through Draco, Fleur, Victoire, Dominique or Louis instead. Fleur was enamoured with Lily Luna, since her own children preferred speaking English.

Everyone close to Harry began to finally see Draco in a new light. When the two of them had started dating, they had surprised everybody. Especially since Draco didn’t really show the same side he showed Harry to everyone else…

…But people began seeing him through his children. James Sirius seeking comfort from his Papa when he’d fallen from his broom. Draco nervously following the twins when they had just began taking their first steps and not daring to let them out of his sight.

TBH he was worst when James began walking. If the boy was about to fall, he would levitate him and then Harry would try to convince him to stop it. “Draco he needs to do this on his own” “What, so you want our child to get hurt?” “No, but-” “So then he won’t if I keep an I eye on him!” “He will be fine!” “Potter! What if he hits his head?”

…but Harry did the exact same thing when Lily Luna started walking.

But everyone saw how much he cared about their children and although it was still a bit weird that he and Harry were together and EVEN HAD CHILDREN… they realized they liked him.

OK but listen! Draco kept calling Harry “Potter” for as long as everyone knew them (in public) and once, Ginny had asked Albus to go get Harry and Albus had run over to Harry in his unsteady toddler legs and screamed “POTTAAHH” making everyone laugh until they cried.

Took them at least a month to get Albus to call Harry “daddy” instead.

All their children’s first words were Papa.

Imagine how amazingly proud Narcissa is of her grandchildren speaking French. Imagine how much money she burns on those little cretins. And she probably melts every time they say Mémé.

Just imagine sleepy Lily Luna going to her Daddy and asking him “quand nous allons visiter Mémé Cissy?” and Harry sighing deeply and replying “honey, I cannot understand a word of what you’re saying” because, although he knew Narcissa and Draco spoke French to each other, he never knew this would become such a big part of his children’s lives.

But then James Sirius probably enters a phase during his teens in which he doesn’t want to speak French at all and stops doing it for years, although he still knows it since Draco speaks and writes to all his children in French. Just as his mother did to him.

All in all, Harry feels a bit left-out. So he gets two pet snakes and speaks Parseltongue to them every time his children forget he doesn’t speak French at the dinner table.

And his husband happens to have the same reaction Harry got when he first heard Draco speak French… interesting.

They love their children. But the year James Sirius gets his Hogwarts letter, both Harry and Draco sigh in happiness at the thought of all of their children starting school.

Stay With Me

Request: “Draco x reader. They have been dating since third year. Draco wants their first time to be perfect. Very fluffy but smutty too”

Summary: Emotions run wild when the first sign of abuse between Draco and his father appear. He wanted to leave immediately after, so you helped him do just that. When the two of  you arrived back in your dorm, Draco knew that he’d never let you go, whether his father wanted him to or not. You two talked, and it was the kind of talk that persuaded you to take action. Tonight was the night you would lose your virginity to Draco Malfoy, your one and only prince.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 3,898

Warnings: Smutty. ;)

A/N: This is the first imagine I have written in a long time on here and I’m so sorry for going incognito on all of you. I’ll try and get back on track soon, but for now, enjoy this. ;) love ya’ll! x

The room was silent, air tense and uncomfortable. It wasn’t the first time you had dinner at the Malfoy Manor, and it surely wasn’t the first time you had harsh insults about you from Lucius Malfoy, but the words never failed to send a pang to your chest every time you heard them.

You had met Draco your first year of Hogwarts, and to say you two hated each other was an understatement. Especially when you had been sorted into Gryffindor.

However, when third year rolled around, you and Draco had grown into a different type of relationship, one with large smiles and teasing remarks here and there. Draco had been the first one to express his emotions towards you by bringing you to the Astronomy Tower in the middle of night when he found you studying in the library. He had planted a soft kiss upon your lips unexpectedly, as you were about to speak.

From then on, you and Draco were inseparable. And Lucius Malfoy didn’t approve in the slightest.

“Father, please! It’s been two years-” Draco tried to defend you, but his father had interrupted him. slamming his hand on the table and silencing his son.

“How dare you talk back to me! I am your father, you listen to me!” Lucius had finally snapped, standing up and wrapping his hand around Draco’s throat. A scream erupted from both Narcissa’s and your mouth as Draco’s body was slammed against the wall.

“Lucius, don’t!” Narcissa screamed, trying to pry Lucius away from his son.

Knowing any words from you would just make the situation worse, you placed your hand on Draco’s shoulder to let him know you were there. He groaned and closed his eyes, his father’s fingers tightening unbearably around his esophagus. There was nothing you nor Draco’s mother could do. Lucius would let go when he wanted to let go.

Moments felt like hours until Lucius finally loosened his grip, Draco’s chest tightening as he took a huge gasp for air, immediately reaching for you. You immediately enveloped him in your arms, knowing something like this highly affected him already. He wanted to leave, you could sense it. So you sent Narcissa a small nod, avoiding Lucius completely, before making your way out of Malfoy Manor and into the cold night air.

“It’s okay, Draco. We’re leaving.” You whispered, caressing his cheek in comfort.

He nodded and watched as you pulled your wand out of your pocket. You waved it in the air, and immediately, you and Draco and had disapparated, reapperating in your dorm room. Draco looked around and spotted the bed, immediately ripping the covers off and snuggling underneath.

You furrowed your eyebrows, everything that just happened still processing in your mind, but you couldn’t completely subside the anger in your blood until you heard the broken crack in Draco’s voice as he called you over.

“Come here, love. Please…” He whispered, reaching out for your arm. He managed to get a hold of your elbow, just enough to pull you onto the bed with him.

You sighed, avoiding his gaze and cuddling into his chest.

“That wasn’t meant to happen.” You whispered. your voice wavering against your own will. All you could see was the fear in Draco’s eyes as his father began to get violent. It was utterly terrifying. “I was so scared of what he would do to you.”

Draco wound his arms around you, rubbing circles into your spine. It was relaxing, but the nerves in the pit of your stomach had not disappeared.

“It’s alright, Y/N. He wasn’t going to hurt me.”

You could tell he was lying by the sudden shake in his hand. You shook your head.

“He was. He was going to hurt you, and he would have done it because of me. Because even the slightest thought of me being there for you longer than he would like angered him so much that he would hurt you. And he would’ve done it because of me-”

“Nonsense!” Draco pulled away, looking into your eyes. “If he were to really hurt me, he would lay a hand on you, because nothing will hurt me more than losing the love of my life. Nothing would affect me more than having to bear the thought of living without you, without the only part of me that hasn’t been corrupted by blood and nightmares and destinies I never asked for. Me, right here, this is my destiny. Me, beside you. That… that is my destiny.”

Your lip began to quiver, his words reaching your heart in tons. You reached up to weave your fingers through his hair, pushing his head against yours and connecting your lips with his. It wasn’t the first time you and Draco kissed, and it surely would not be the last, but this kiss was different. This kiss was passionate, filled with love and desire and destiny all in one. You and Draco were meant for each other. Nothing would separate the two of you.

“Y/N.” Draco muttered against your lips as you had suddenly climbed atop of him, your hands moving down to the hem of his shirt.

You pulled away from him in question, furrowing your eyebrows. His thumb brushed gently against your cheek, his eyes showing nothing but concern.

“Before we get ahead of ourselves-” You already knew everything he was going to say, so you immediately cut him off.

“Don’t worry…” You whispered against his jaw, sucking softly onto the skin. Draco sighed at the feeling. “I want this.”

Draco’s eyes suddenly widened, and he pulled away and cupped your cheeks, looking straight into your eyes.

“This is big, Y/N.” You nodded, knowing what you were getting yourself into. But it was worth it. Draco was worth it.

“I know, Draco.” You averted your eyes, your hands going to the hem of his jeans.

Draco had other plans as he pushed your hands away and flipped you so you were lying under him, catching your attention and cupping your cheek.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly, placing his forehead against yours.

You gave him a small smile, the nerves in the pit of your stomach suddenly growing. But you were sure you wanted this. You wanted it more than anything in that moment, and nothing was going to stop you. Not even Draco’s father.


That was all Draco needed before softly planting his lips onto yours, his hands flat beside your head to prevent his weight from crushing you. This kiss was more intense, hands roaming everywhere. You stopped at the belt buckle of his jeans, slightly hesitating, causing Draco to pull away.

Was this okay? Were you starting this off all wrong?

Draco noticed your eyes, and as if being able to read your mind, he whispered softly through the warm air in the room, “It’s okay, love. Keep going.”

You nodded, your hands fumbling with his belt. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even unbuckle it. Your cheeks began to burn as a soft chuckle escaped Draco’s lips, his hands covering yours and guiding you.

He looked back up at you as you got the hang of it, a loving smile on his lips. “Relax, Y/N. You know I’d never hurt you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I know.” You insisted before finally pushing his jeans down, Draco helping by kicking them off to the side of the room.

Draco went back to peppering kisses upon your lips, his mouth roaming to your neck. His hands slid up to your waist, and he tugged on the bottom of your shirt, signalling that he wanted it off.

You took the hint, immediately sitting up and removing your shirt so that you were now just in your bra and skinny jeans. You rushed to get your jeans off, and Draco followed by removing his shirt. Draco smiled softly, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, not once ever looking anywhere else in fear of intimidating you. You noticed his actions and smiled comfortably.

He was so considerate and sweet, it was almost unbearable.  

You and Draco were now just in your undergarments, and Draco began to pepper kisses against your chest. You sighed, running your hands through his hair as he sucked on the skin right above your breasts.

Draco looked up at you, his eyes now a dark blue under the moonlight that peaked through the curtains of the room. Luckily you didn’t share a dorm with anyone, so you didn’t need to fear anyone walking in on you. Draco didn’t worry about a thing, just focusing on different ways to please you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your stomach, stamping dark blue marks into your skin, making sure they will be there in the morning to remind you of this night.

Your cheeks flushed as you heard the rasp in his voice, the endearing tone clogging your senses. His right hand slipped under your back, and you arched up from the bed so he could unclasp your bra. You let him remove the white, lacy bra from your chest, freeing your breasts. You were so glad you decided to wear nice lingerie tonight.

Draco groaned at the sight above him, removing his lips from your stomach. He moved up your body, his hands close to your breasts. He looked up at you in question.

“Go ahead, Draco. We’re not stopping now.” You urged him, placing your hands over his and setting them on your breasts. He took a minute to process what was happening before beginning to rub gently, your breath hitching in your throat. He massaged you for a bit before deciding to put his mouth to good use, his lips wrapping around your left nipple and suckling it into his mouth.++

A soft moan escaped your lips, your hands slamming against the bed and body arching into his touch. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound, twirling his tongue around your nipple and flicking softly. You gasped, gripping the bed sheets and squirming underneath him. Draco removed his hand from your right breast, replacing it with his mouth and repeating his attack.

Your breath began to quicken. If he was effecting you just by this, you could only wonder how you would feel when the real thing started.

“D-Draco.” You called, catching his attention, his mouth making a popping sound as he removed his lips from your breasts.

“I-Is this okay? Was I too harsh? D-Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head at him, bringing him to you and sharing a feverish kiss. He sighed against your mouth, his hands massaging your hips, rubbing gentle circles over the bones.

“I want more. I want it now.” You whispered, only slightly startling Draco by your words.

He pulled away from you, freezing. “A-Are you sure? I-I don’t wanna start something you might regret.”

You immediately shook your head, caressing his cheek and running your fingers through his hair. “I’d never regret this, Draco. I trust you more than anyone. Please?”

Draco eyed you for a moment, just in case he sensed any hesitation, but he found nothing. So he nodded, looking between your bodies.

“I-It’s gonna hurt… but I just want you to know that I’m here when it does, and that you can tell me to stop. Just say the word and I’ll stop everything. Okay? Can you promise me that?”

You smiled softly, nodding. “I promise, Draco.”

One last reassuring nod, and Draco’s fingers began slip under your panties. He stopped for a moment, looked up at you in question to which you assured him, and slipped them off and down your legs.

You were now completely bare in front of Draco, and his eyes twinkled in admiration. Slowly, he opened your legs and bit his lip at the sight of your already wet pussy. You noticed this and subconsciously closed your legs tightly, to which angered Draco.

“Don’t.” he insisted, pushing them apart again and rubbing circles on your inner thigh. You were utterly beautiful to Draco, and he didn’t want you hiding yourself from him. You didn’t have to, and he wanted you to know that.

He bent down to place a feather kiss upon your knee, slowly trailing up to where he was kissing your inner thigh. Your breath caught in your throat the closer he got to your core, and you waited in anticipation for when he finally did. But he never did, for his kisses completely passed exactly where you needed him to your other thigh.

“D-Draco. Don’t be such an arse. Either give me what I want, or stop playing and let’s get to business.” You demanded, threading your fingers through his hair as you felt him smirk against your skin.

“Anything to make you happy, princess.” Draco chuckled before finally placing his lips against your core.

You gasped loudly, tightening your grip in his hair and squirming. He placed a hand over your stomach to hold you down as his tongue began to assault you, tracing figure eights against your clit.

“F-Fuck!” You yelped as he traced his tongue between your folds, his thumb replacing his mouth over your clit, putting pressure there.

You could already feel the pit of your stomach tightening, but it was too soon. Too, too soon. It couldn’t happen just yet, you needed to hang in there.

But it felt so good.

“Love.” Draco called for you, calling for your attention. You looked down, watching him do things you’d never think could feel so good.

Which is exactly why you groaned in frustration when Draco removed his mouth from your pussy, slowly licking his lips.

“W-What is it, Draco?” You stuttered, hardly able to concentrate on your words, but you somehow managed to get a full sentence out.

“I-I can do something else. S-Something that will really pleasure you, but it might hurt and feel odd at first. I need your permission. I won’t do it if you don’t feel comfortable with it.”

You already had a feeling for what he was talking about, and your stomach tightened even more in anticipation. You nodded quickly, wanting to experience the whole package.

Draco took your nod as a yes, and reconnected his mouth with your clit, causing a harsh gasp to escape your lips. The hand that was massaging your clit just moments before moved from above your body to between your legs.

Draco placed a quick kiss on your inner thigh before going back to your pussy and gently tracing your hole with his index finger.

You hissed, digging your hands in the sheets. Incoherent words escaped your lips as Draco began to push his index finger into you, and you threw your head back in pleasure.

Loud moans escaped your lips, and you thank the Lord the walls at Hogwarts were as thick as the wall of China in that moment.

Draco watched as your body arched off the bed, his briefs tightening against his dick uncomfortably. He needed some kind of pressure as he curled his finger into your g-stop and a scream belted from your throat, so he began to grind his hips into the bed.

A moan echoed from his throat, sending vibrations against your core, your breath catching in your throat and your grip tightening on the sheets.

You looked down to see Draco grinding against the bed, and you reached to tap his head, signaling him to stop.

He pulled away from you with a pop, slowly removing his finger from you and locking it clean.

“Come here.” You commanded, grabbing his chin and giving him a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. You moaned against his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist and rotating your hips.

Draco instantly groaned, his mouth dropping open at the action. You might have been a virgin, but you were highly skilled in rotating your hips. Draco knew that when he first saw you dance at the winter ball earlier on in the year.

But he never knew you’d be this good.

His head dropped into the crook of your neck, his lips peppering hickey’s upon hickey’s on the skin as you continued to rub your bare core against him.

You could feel him harden almost immediately, and you smiled triumphantly as you listened to the groans that his escaped his mouth every time you managed to rub yourself against him.

“Y-Y/N… Bloody hell.” He moaned, grinding his hips against yours roughly.

You ran your hand through his hair and pulled, igniting a growl from the back of his throat. You the your head back at the sound, giving Draco more access to your neck.

“Fuck it.” He said before pulling away and removing his briefs, his dick springing out and slapping against his stomach, obviously aching. “I can’t take this anymore.”

You gulped at the size of him. You knew Draco had a good size to him, but the real thing was completely shocking.

Would he even fit inside you?

Draco noticed the questionable stare, and he pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, making you look him in the eyes.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, my love. We can stop here, if you’d like.” His accent was thick and raspy, definitely a turn on.

You looked back down at his dick, noticing the dark pink color, a bit of precum leaking from the tip. It looked as if he was almost in pain. You couldn’t leave him like that. And besides… You wanted this.

“No.” You said firmly, wrapping your legs back around him, his dick slapping against your thigh, causing you to gasp lightly.

Draco smiled. You were just so cute.

“I want this, and I know you want it too. So let’s do it.” You said before wounding your arms around his neck, nerves coursing through your veins.

Draco’s deep-sea blue orbs bored into yours before he nodded softly, placing a kiss on your temple.

“Give me your hands.” He held his weight above you by his elbows, opening his hands for you.

You furrowed your eyebrows, but obeyed him, intertwining your fingers with his before he pushed your hands against the bed and steadied himself above you.

“Now, this is gonna feel painful at first, but I need you to trust me. Now more than anything. But when you start feeling pain, just squeeze my hands, okay, Love? As hard as you need to, just squeeze. I promise I’ll try not to hurt you.”

Your eyes burned already. He cared so much for you, he always did from the moment you two met, but you never knew just how much until now.

This was a very special moment, a moment you won’t ever forget for the rest of your life. And you were finally ready to accept it.

“I love you, Draco.” You whispered, your voice wavering and a tear slipping down your cheek.

Draco immediately wiped away the tear, a smile making its way upon his lips.

“I love you so much, my love. More than anything.” He pecked your lips a few times before adjusting himself against your hole.

You felt him rub against you, shifting underneath his weight.

“Ready?” Draco whispers against your ear, placing soft kisses beneath your earlobe.

You nodded against him, your voice already fighting against you. But Draco knew what you meant, so he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

Instantly, you winced and cried against his shoulder, your fingers tightening around his hands. The pain was excruciating, almost highly unbearable.

Draco was afraid to move as he felt a wetness upon his cheek, knowing you were crying. Slight whimpers escaped your mouth and his heart broke at the sound.

“M-Maybe I should-” Draco began to pull out, but you winced and stopped him.

“N-No! Stop! Just- Just move. Please!” You begged, digging your nails into Draco’s knuckles as he began to thrust slowly in and out of you.

He was afraid to fully remove himself from your core, but sooner or later, the pain subsided and turned into pleasure. Your cries of pain were now soft cries of pleasure as Draco thrusted softly, still fearing that if he went any faster, he might hurt you.

“Draco…” You removed one of your hands from his, placing it on his back and squeezing. “F-Faster. Please.”

Draco obliged to you commands, creating a steady pace inside of you, hitting a certain spot every time that made your roll your eyes to the back of your head.

You dug your nails into his back and dragged your hand down, leaving like red scratch marks against his pale, milky skin. Draco grunted, snapping his hips faster.

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good.” Draco moaned, placing his lips upon yours and sharing a rough kiss. “So, so good.” he mumbled against your mouth.

You moaned into his mouth, gasping when a sudden snap of his hips hit a spot that made your legs go weak. He had found your g-spot, and continued to create the same movements, watching as you screamed and the your head back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Sweat began to coat both of your body’s and the only sounds in the room were the slapping of skin, both of your moans, and the creaking of the bed.

Pressure began to build in the pit of your stomach again, and you knew you were close to orgasming. You dragged your nails against Draco’s back once more before trying to create a coherent sentence.

“D-Draco- OH! Fuck, I’m so close!” Draco’s hips snapped faster, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

You felt his dick twitch inside of you, and you knew he was close to finishing too.

“I know, my love. Me too. Come with me, Y/N.” Draco suddenly slipped his hands between your bodies, placing his thumb over your clit and putting pressure.

He rubbed in fast circles, and you screamed, arching your back off of the bed, your orgasming hitting you like a pile of bricks. The sensation of you clenching your walls around Draco’s member sent him over the edge, his dick pulsing once more before he emptied his load inside of you.

You both rode out your highs, Draco thrusting lazily inside of you before slowly pulling out, causing you to wince.

He plopped down beside you on the bed, completely exhausted. You turned to your side, slightly wincing at the pain between your legs, and faced Draco, noticing a lazy smile on his lips.

“What is it?” You asked, tracing your finger over his chest.

A deep chuckle resonated from his chest, the sound vibrating against your ear as you placed your head upon his chest.

You listened to his heart beat before hearing him whisper something.

His voice sounded light, but his words held a deeper meaning. He knew a storm was brewing and he just needed to be reassured of one thing before the storm finally arrived.

“I love you, Y/N. More than anything. And whatever happens… just promise me you’ll stay with me. Promise me you’ll stay with me and never give up on me. Can you promise me that, my love?”

You nodded against his chest, a lazy smile on your lips.  “Always, Draco.”

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!’’ -  abbeyshadowhunter

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 Draco.

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 Draco.

‘What a beautiful girl Draco, reminds me of the younger me,’ you heard Narcissa say, making you smile and your heartbeat quicken.

‘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 mother’s hands.

‘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 different meals.

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 relationship.

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 ever before.


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Prophet - Draco Malfoy One Shot (Requested by Anon)

Originally posted by daisiesanddraco

Request - Could you write a Draco imagine where you’re a feminist and his friends make fun of you for it but he falls in love with you. But you are really quiet until someone says something sexist 

a/n - possible oppression trigger

And that’s what it means to have equal rights.’ I recited with the women talking on the latest issue of the prophet that just came in this morning during breakfast.

“(Y/N), look, I am up for the whole women are equal to men thing, but seriously, this essay is due next class period and I really need help. Do you mind?” asked Ron, lifting up his head from his textbook with an expression of complete exhaustion on his face. He was up until half past 3 in the morning playing with firecrackers with Harry and Seamus again, almost being caught by Umbridge when it was nearing four.

“Was I the one that told you to stay up late doing only what a moron would do?” I cocked an eyebrow up, reading through the article about the female speaker for the 3rd time that period.

“No, but still.” huffed Ron.

“I for one think that this equal rights thing is the best thing that’s ever happened in the wizarding world. It’s certainly a movement that cannot go unnoticed.” Hermione chimed in, a warm smile on her face.

‘See, ‘mione gets it! How about you Harry?” I ask, putting the paper down while Hermione glanced a few looks at it.

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Beauty And The Beast// Draco Malfoy

Warnings: Nothing 

Pairing: Draco x reader

Word Count: 1000+

Summary: Beauty and the beast vibes. Draco is the only one who likes the reader at hogwarts, but is also the beast

Requested: YE

Originally posted by jetlukeheart

I’m kinda thinking of making this a series, so just let me know if you like it. 

Draco watched you from afar. Staring had become his only form of communication, he was too scared to talk to you, but to tempted to look. It became some sort of obsession to him. Reading, eating, study in library and watch you go to your common room. Draco wouldn’t just look at you. It was a matter of looking through you. So much so, that it was like your head was transparent and he was fascinated by an object two inches behind your skull.

From the Gryffindor table where you sat next to Hermione, Draco sat at his table and stared. Hermione was the closest thing to a friend, and even then, you weren’t that close. With your face stuffed in a book and your head in the clouds, you never noticed his constant staring and lack of friends.     

Blaise waved his hand in front of Draco’s face desperately trying to catch the attention on his friends.

“Oi! Mate, stop staring,” He chuckled at his friend jokingly. You never were popular. You read more than you ate and studied more than you slept. You were quite unusual. Draco rolled his eyes at Blaise in a playful manner.

“My mother told me that girls who seemingly read a lot are more complex and mysterious,“ He sighed and smiled “Harder to figure out.” Draco glanced at Blaise seriously. Blaise looked back at you one last time, watching how you flipped your hair to one side and then flipped the page of your book.

“My father said that girls who read books a lot are wasting time,” Blaise laughed with his fellow Slytherin friends.

Then you set aside your book and began talking to Hermione. Your voice rung amongst the other kids, but Draco tuned them out to listen to you.

“Oh, Hermione!” You said cheerfully “This book is about a girl who wants to go to Verona.” Hermione turned to you and smiled.

“You’ve read that about 100 times,” She laughed “You must get so bored,” She inquired. But you shook your head and laughed.

“The girl in the book, she goes on adventures while I stay in Hogwarts when I could be fighting Death Eaters,” You huffed defeatedly. “There must be more than this provincial life.”

Hermione wrapped her arm around your shoulder “In time Y/N.” Hermione was one of the only kids that could understand you. Even Luna was puzzled by your nature, and she was quite weird herself.

Draco smiled at your laugh and watched how you picked up the book again and began to read.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” He gawked. But Blaise had other ideas.

“Mate, she’s in Gryffindor and is a bookworm. Yeah, she’s got some ass, but that’s it.”

Dazed and distracted, people would call you. They said you would never fit into any crowd. But you never believed any of them. They were wrong. You were your own crowd, even though people thought you should be in Ravenclaw, the sorting hat was not wrong to put you in Gryffindor. You got up from your table in the great hall and began to walk towards the doors. Draco got up with you, a distance away so nobody would know he was following you. Everyone looked at you as you got up. Usually, there would be whispers about you, but this time, nobody cared.

There was one boy who liked you, you never learned his name, but he was from Slytherin and incredibly persistent. He had one goon that would do everything for him, and he thought he was the most beautiful person ever. He was the only person ever that gave you attention, of course, he would only talk to you about once a month when his ego was low.

So there you sat in the library, reading a muggle book called The Hobbit, while Draco walked over to where you were sitting and sat in the chair next to you. He got a sudden burst of confidence and quickly decided to talk to you.

“Uh—what book is that?” You looked at him suspiciously and then glanced around the library for any of his friends.

“What do you want Malfoy?” You sneered his way. He looked slightly taken aback. “Why do you look so surprised. You are rude to Hermione right?” He still sat there, letting you rant on him. “Calling her mud blood and stuff,” you mumbled to yourself. “Can you just go to let me read.” And even though regret burned inside of you for being so rude you knew he hurt Hermione.

“Sorry…” He trained off “But what book are you reading?” He started again, he was really persistent. You knew the regret would come to you in quiet moments, such as when he was going to sleep or during class when you got bored. How could you be rude to him when he never was rude to you. You didn’t want to believe he was horrible, but what was there to believe. Another wave of regret washed over you. Each shallow wave ran down your spine. You took a deep breath and frowned.

“It’s called The Hobbit. It’s about Bilbo Baggins who meets a wizard named Gandalf and have the biggest adventure ever.” Draco smiles at you while your arms wrap around the book protectively. “You know,” You smiled at his behavior.

His eyes lit up at your voice mentioning him in an okay light.

“Yes?” He smiled at you.

“You remind me of this book character in this children’s book my father read me.” For perhaps a split second you saw something in the boy’s eyes, that seemed almost radiant. But that was only for a second. “Do you know what my favorite book is?”

“Yes, you carry it in your bag all the time… Beauty And The Beast!” He smiled nicely at you and bounced his right leg excitedly.

You leaned in too slowly to be normal. When you began to speak your voice trailed slowly. If Draco thought he would ever get close to you, he thought wrong. You touched his hand and whispered something, now your face was inches apart.

“You remind me of the beast.” 

Cuddles- Harry Potter


Originally posted by iiviixx

Saturday afternoons around Christmas were always a do nothing day, I sat in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin common room reading The Great Gatsby, “love why are you so interested in muggle books?” Draco asked. I ignored him and continued to read my book as it was getting quite intense, I felt the cushion next to me sink in and Draco was soon huddled right next to me, he started placing kisses down my neck “how do you expect me to just sit there and watch you bite your lip like that” he growled against my skin “Draco, I’m trying to read” I said sternly, “you’ve been reading all day” he whined as he continued to pester me. I closed my book tossing it on the table in defeat “I just want to cuddle” he pouted, I rolled my eyes at the blonde boy who always tried to come off as a big tough guy but in reality was the biggest marshmallow ever. He lay down on the couch pulling my back into his chest, but he soon rolled over so I was now the big spoon, I sighed, but not surprised my dorky boyfriend just wanted to be held all the time. 


Originally posted by maarch-24th

OWLS were finally over and we had a couple days to relax before we had to go home for the summer, this was the time of year most of us dreaded, Harry didn’t want to go back to the Dursley’s, Hermione loved her parents but after 5 years she was still in awe with Hogwarts and Ron hated how crowded his house got with his brothers visiting home and the constant stream of guests. We all knew within a month’s time we would be the guests crowding up the Burrow, but we still said our good byes as if we wouldn’t see each other till September. I sat on the end of Ron’s bed as I watched him pack, he lugged his trunk to the door and plopped himself down next to me, I lay back following his actions, he soon grabbed my hand playing with my fingers and hair. I knew that was his sign, every time Ron wanted to cuddle he would never initiate it, he would start to fiddle, touching my hair or arms, I rolled over as he wrapped his arm around me, I could feel his steady breathing against my neck, his hand interlaced with mine, I smiled at this perfect moment I always longed for.


Originally posted by loveviral

Another year and another courageous fight my stupid yet good-hearted boyfriend has won, I went up to the boys dormitory where I knew Harry would be packing his trunk dreading another summer with the Dursley’s. When I slowly pushed the door open I saw Harry standing over his trunk, carefully staring at a piece of clothing, still mourning the death of his God father, I padded across the room wrapping my arms around his waist pressing my head into his back “sorry love, I’m not really in the mood” he sighed pulling away from my grip. I frowned as I watched him close his trunk and carry it over to the door “Harry” I complained “I know you were supposed to live with Sirius this summer, and I know you loved him, you can’t push the people who care about you away” I sighed walking closer to him, this time he didn’t back away, I pulled him down to his bed and leaned my head on his shoulder, holding him close, “it’ll be okay, we can get through this together” I said, this was the first time he cried since it happened, the sobs wracked through his body but I comforted him “you don’t have to be strong all the time Harry” I whispered stroking his back. 


Originally posted by tess453

Fred and I were polar opposites, he was so loud, funny and outgoing, whereas I was quiet, serious and incredibly shy, but I guess it’s true what they say, opposites do attract because I couldn’t be any happier than I was with this goof ball red head. I sat in the common room re-reading my potions notes, I had told Fred and George many times they should study as well, but they decided they weren’t writing their OWLs and were planning a “brilliant prank” in their words. It wasn’t until 2am the boys came running in the common room, as usual disturbing the peace “y/n love, check this out… fireworks” Fred simply said, him and George making sound effects and popping actions with their hands. I stared at them, putting my notes down “fireworks?” I asked confused “fireworks” they repeated in unison, Fred plopped himself down next to me, the sudden weight shift causing me to fall into his side, he wrapped his arm around me pulling me close “we have come up with these fireworks that will re-create Umbridge’s pig face” George laughed “right, and when and where do you plan on doing this?” I asked concerned “in the great hall during the final exams” they exclaimed in unison “isn’t that a bit dangerous?” the questions continuing. They quickly but excitedly explained their plan before Fred tried silently but failed to tell George to get out, “now that we’re alone” Fred smirked pulling me onto his lap “Fred, I’m tired” I yawned “then sleep, love, I just want to be with you” he mumbled into my messy hair, I soon fell asleep to the steady heartbeat of Fred Weasley.


Originally posted by couplezzz

I sat on top of my boyfriend with every intent in keeping him pinned down “you think you’re stronger than me?” the redhead smirked “I don’t think, I know” I challenged. He rolled his eyes at me “you’re the biggest goof I’ve ever met” he smiled, I pretended to be offended “me!?” I gasped dramatically “yes you” he laughed pulling the pillow out from under his head and wacking me with it, before i could react he jolted up and grabbed me, pulling me into his chest, i burst into a fit of giggles against his chest, once I had calmed down I readjusted myself so my legs were now straight “George Weasley, what would your mother say about you hitting girls?” I joked “oh but I thought you were stronger than me” he smirked. I rolled my eyes “you’re such a loser” I mumbled into his chest “yes, but I’m your loser” he said pressing his lips to my temple, the energy in the room soon died down to relaxation and I was beginning to feel tired “I love you George” I whispered “I love you too, y/n” he replied holding me closer. 

@clbuspotter asked: Scorbus or drarry? 

(this ended up longer than expected so more under the cut)

  • I always imagine that they got together after the war
  • maybe about 5? or so years after
  • harry and ginny broke up around a year after the war, when they realised they were both clinging to the idea of having lives that echoed their parents
  • they are still super close, and it wasn’t like a !!gay revelation, I think Harry came out as bi literal days after the war, realising that death can creep up on you and that he doesn’t want to die not being known
  • so 
  • I think Draco would’ve wanted some space and I imagine he started life again as a muggle
  • he sends letters to Narcissa weekly, and meets with Andromeda and Teddy a couple times a month but that’s about it for connections to the wizarding world
  • he hasn’t spoken to Lucius yet
  • he doesn’t know if he ever will 

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Bewitching - Draco x Reader

Summary: Convinced by Narcissa earlier during the day, you attend a soirée at the Malfoy’s, where something weighs heavy on your conscience as you feel yourself losing control under Draco’s gaze.

Word count: ~2.6k 

Originally posted by drarrymore

You were hurrying down the hallway, clutching a file full of papers that would go flying should you let them slip out of your grip. You were stressed out, as you’d felt a change in the atmosphere at work over the past months. You had to prove your value, or you’d get rid of.

During the war, the Ministry had seized control of the operations at Gringotts. Since your parents had forbidden you from attending your 7th year at Hogwarts, not willing to risk your life, you’d applied for a job at the bank; making sure you wouldn’t stay idle for the year.

Now that the war was over, and that it had been exposed that He had been controlling the Ministry then, control of Gringotts had been surrendered back to the goblins, on the condition that they kept the wizard employees that had earned a position inside during the war. 

The goblins weren’t too happy with their institution being taken over, and now that it had been months since they’d won back control, tensions were high. They were extremely scrupulous, and should one task be ill-performed, any wizard was sure to be pointed towards the door. Not that you particularly blamed the goblins for reacting that way. You believed if you could outlast their disgruntled period, you could have a future at the bank, and without a complete education, you wouldn’t let it go without a fight.

So there you were, rushing to deliver some important documents from an office to another when you made eye contact with a woman you’d last seen nearly a week before then. She was talking with a goblin, who seemed to be showing her the way out from the vaults, but you knew she recognized you from the knowing smile that she gave you. Observing decorum, you halted to salute her.

“Mrs. Malfoy, what a lovely surprise seeing you here today,” you greeted her with a polite smile, still holding on to your papers.

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Draco; Moon Therapy

/Warning(s): Sadness everywhere!

“Talking to the Moon” ~ Bruno Mars

Disclaimer: There’s no lyrics to follow/Most of the lyrics are in italics.\


Draco sat by the window sill looking out at the moon, that was surrounded by glimmering stars. The War had ended and you were nowhere to be found. Draco was driven to insanity, people looked at him oddly when he started talking to himself. His family worried about him when he mentioned you and ‘talked to you’. He’s wondering where you are, at times he talks to the moon, thinking of you.

“Today I walked outside with my mother. She’s been talking about you, she’s saying I should let you go, but I can’t.” Draco stared at the bright, luminous stars; but to Draco’s eyes the moon stood out the most. “And I never will, Y/N, because I love you. I wanted to start a family with you. That one night that we made love to each other was majestic, I want to relive that, that was ten months ago. That was the last time I kissed your plump, pink lips and held you in my arms.” Draco felt tears prick the ends of his eyes. “I still don’t know why you left me.” Draco sighed, looking down at his lap.

“I know you’re somewhere out there.” Draco said. “And if you left me. Why did you not leave with an explanation.” Draco cried softly. Tears rolled down his cheeks, each tear held an emotion. Sadness, worry, and the best, love. “I love you. Goodnight.” Draco got up and went to his bedroom. The Manor made Draco’s emotions worsen, it was such a depressing and gloom color. Even though he enjoyed the colors during his childhood, he learned to enjoy the rather bright colors, the colors you loved.

The talking and the moon are his therapy. He thought it would help him. Yet, You were nothing compared to the outshining moon, you were all he had and he needed you.

I know you’re somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back, I want you back
My neighbors think I’m crazy
But they don’t understand
You’re all I have, you’re all I have

Draco stayed up all night reminiscing you and him, and kept thinking of the future you two could’ve had.


“Draco!” You laughed. “Say it! Say that I’m the most handsomest man in the world.” Draco smiled, tickling you were you were most ticklish. “OK, OK, Draco Malfoy is the most- stupidest person the world!” You breathed. “You little-” Draco went back to attacking you. “Draco Malfoy is the most handsomest man in the world.” You pant. Draco lets you go, you stand up and hop out of the couch. “Behind Harry Potter.” You joke running out of the Slytherin Common Room. Draco runs after you, you burst into fits of giggles, running as fast as you can.

Unfortunately, he caught you. “Gosh, what I do for you woman.” Draco pants. “I love you.” You blurt. “I love you too.” Draco leans forward, you flutter your eyes closed pushing yourself toward Draco. You waited for his lips to come in contact with yours. You opened your eyes to find Draco stifling a laugh. “Hey you big meanie! I was about to kiss you!” You pout. “I can only kiss you if you say, I’m the most handsomest man in the world.” Draco folds his arms. “Alright, my boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, is the most handsomest, sexiest man in the world.” You wink at the end. “There we go, love.” Draco said, connecting his lips with yours. “I love you, so much.” You hug him. “I love you more.” Draco said, and you didn’t fight back to say you loved him more, because you couldn’t compete with his love.

|Retrospect End|

|Draco’s Thoughts|

I looked at you, you looked exhausted and tired, yet you wore a smile on your face. “What do you want to name him?” You asked. “What about Noah Hyperion Malfoy?” I asked you. “That’s perfect.” You weakly grin. “Here he comes.” The nurse said, holding a baby boy in a green blanket the one that I had been delivered in. “I want you to hold him.” You told me. The nurse heard and held him out for me to hold. I grabbed him and cradled him in my arms, I was scared, he was as pale as me, I could see his hair, the tufts of H/C were soft. He slowly fluttered his eyes open, they were my eyes, the color, the shape. I simply adored him.

“Hello Noah.” I cooed. I looked at you and smiled, “He’s so beautiful.” I said. I heard Noah whimper, I handed him to you. Unsure of what to do. “He’s getting hungry.” You said. You breastfeed Noah. “Is that painful?” I ask out of curiosity. “Not really, all you feel is a slight tug.” You replied. I looked at her with an all knowing look, the woman I love is the the mother of my child. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“Our family.” You whisper. “Our family.” I smile, intertwining your hand in mine.

|Draco’s Thoughts End|

At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself…

“Draco, are you alright?” His mother interrupted his thoughts. “Yes, mother.” Draco sighed. “Just checking in on you. How’s Y/N?” Narcissa asked. Draco’s eyes widen in surprise to what his mother asked. “I don’t know.” Draco said. “I hope she’s all right.” Narcissa softly grinned. “Me too.” Draco frowned. “Don’t get sad, Draco.” Narcissa said. “I won’t.” Draco replied. “Goodnight.” Narcissa said. “Goodnight.” Draco says.

It was a long night, Draco talked to the moon that he so ever loved, it reminded kept reminding him of you. Draco couldn’t get rid of the fact that you were out there without him. You were the best thing that occurred to him, and he can never forget that. He remembered that one time Rita Skeeter, asked him odd questions.


“So rumors have been spreading around of you, is that correct Draco Malfoy?“ Rita Skeeter asked. Draco was out in public with his mother by his side. “We have to go.” Narcissa said, tugging on Draco. “About what?” Draco asked. “Oh, you’ve haven’t heard, people are saying that you are going crazy, talking to yourself.” Rita said. “We have to go.” Narcissa pulled Draco away. Draco walked silently by his mother. ‘Was this really happening?’ Draco thought. He never knew this was the new chat in the Wizarding World, but then thought about it clearly. ‘Was I really talking to himself?’ Draco thinks for an answer. Yet doesn’t have one.

|Retrospect End|

I’m feeling like I’m famous, the talk of the town
They say I’ve gone mad
Yeah, I’ve gone mad
But they don’t know what I know
Cause when the sun goes down someone’s talking back
Yeah, they’re talking back, oh

Narcissa tried finding ways to help her son, yet in the end it turns out to be a failure. She can’t help, but give up. “There has to be something to help him.” Narcissa told Lucius. Who was in the cell at Azkaban. “Get him a wife. That girl is never going to come back to him.” Lucius said. Narcissa looked up, her eyes lit up, “I’ll see.” Was all she said, getting up. “Goodbye Lucius.” Narcissa grinned. “Goodbye love.” Lucius smiled back. “I love you.” Lucius managed to reply. His emotions for Narcissa stood strong despite the dementors’ attacks.

So Narcissa did trying to find the perfect girl, that’s until Narcissa found Astoria Greengrass. Narcissa visited Lucius again and told him about her choice. They both agreed on arranging the two, until Draco found out and became angered at his mother. “You knew mum! You know.” Draco breathed. Draco tried relaxing to a calming state, “I’ll never love her.” Draco stated. “Draco.. please.” Narcissa tried to get him with her, it was no use. “Leave.” Draco said. “But Dr-” “I said leave!” Draco growled, Narcissa flinched and went away. Draco broke down crying. “I’ll always love you, Y/N.” Draco chocked. The sky looked darker than usual and the stars have seemed to vanish.

Talking to the moon
Trying to get to you
In hopes you’re on the other side talking to me too
Or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?


Draco’s eyes fluttered open, he scowled at the sun that blinded him. He laid by the Window still in the same position like last night. An owl then hooted, Draco looked at the owl that held a letter. Draco snatched the letter off the owl, he began to open the letter.

‘Hello Draco,

It’s Hermione Granger, I know you despise me, but don’t rip this letter, please, it was hard for me to right this letter. I can’t… write it again. Something has happened to Y/N, something that I can’t forgive myself for, she’s been killed, a death eater took her life. I’ve invited you to her funeral, she would’ve loved for you to come, Draco. It would be an honor to see you at her funeral. I’m sincerely sorry; she was my best friend and still is. I would’ve done anything to save her, but it was too late. I hate myself for the fact I could have saved her. Please come to her funeral.

Hermione Granger’

Draco screamed, then sobbed, it was truly the end. After all this time. Narcissa rushed to his room, she hunched down beside him and looked at the clutches letter in his hands wrinkling. “Shh.” Narcissa cooed.


Draco dressed in all black, he hated the color now. Since it meant something stronger, it meant death. He kept a frown on his face, dried tears stained his cheeks as he made his way to the Cemetery; he saw Harry, Ginny, Luna, Ron and the others there, crying and grieving. Draco felt like he could no longer cry. That’s until he saw your pale, fragile body. You looked stunning, even when your were gone. Tears spilled his eyes like waterfalls. Harry went up to Draco, they smiled weakly at each other.

“I’m s-sorry.” Harry cried. Draco seemed to get over the fact that he couldn’t blame. He couldn’t blame Love. He couldn’t blame Harry, Hermione or the others. All he could do is stand and feel a certain emptiness take over. “Draco.” Hermione’s soft voice rung through his ears, he gazed upward and met Hermione carrying a baby.

Do you ever hear me calling?
(Ah) oh oh oh
(Ah) oh oh oh
‘Cause every night

I’m talking to the moon
Still trying to get to you
In hopes you’re on the other side talking to me too
Or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?

“You had a child? Congratulations.” Draco said in a slightly cheerful voice trying to sound happy. “It’s not mine, it’s yours.” Hermione said, she motioned for Draco to hold the baby, who appeared to be a month old. “M-Mine?” Draco asked. He held the baby and upon further inspection, he saw her. He saw you. Your dazzling H/C hair pairing with his blue-grey eyes. “She sacrificed herself for him.” Hermione told Draco. “I could’ve saved her too.” Hermione fell onto her knees putting her face in her hands.

Ron ran to her and held her up, trying to steady Hermione. “His name is Noah. Noah Draco L/N~Malfoy.” Hermione said, wiping her tears away. “He was born June fifth. Y/N went away from Hogwarts to protect him, to protect you.” Hermione said. “I’m his godmother.” Hermione smiled, yet it faltered. “He looks like her doesn’t he.” Hermione pointed out. “He does.” Draco said.

Draco held onto Noah, knowing that a piece of you was still with him. It amazed him that after all this time he was talking to the moon, you were talking back.

I know you’re somewhere out there
Somewhere far away

Fred Weasley Imagine - Draco’s Little Sister

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader, Draco x Sister!Reader
Word Count: 2291
Request: Being Dracos little sister and going with Fred to the Yule Ball
Blurb: The Yule Ball is coming up, but you are too young and can only go if someone older asks you out. You are very surprised when someone asks you out and you are even more surprised when you say yes. 
Authors Note: I really like this.

Did you know that he was what your family classified as a ‘blood traitor’? Yes, yes you did. Were you aware that your older brother had told you to say no to any guy that asked you to the Yule Ball? Of course you were. Did you realise that your family would probably kill you once they found out you had said yes? Well at the time you didn’t, but as soon as it came out of your mouth, you realised how bad you had stuffed up.

You were still sat in the library, at the same table in the same spot, but everything felt different. You were replaying the conversation you had had with your brother a while ago.

“So there’s a Yule Ball coming up, do you think mother would have a dress for me?” You had asked him cheerily. You were sitting in the Astronomy Tower, having your usual talk. Draco looked at you and squinted his eyes.

“Third years aren’t allowed to go to the Ball,” Draco stated as you looked at him.

“They are if someone asks them out.” You pointed out making Draco roll his eyes.

“And what makes you so sure that you will get asked?” He asked making you roll your eyes.

“Well, nothing, but it would be nice to have a dress just in case. What if someone asks me like a day before, there would be no time to prepare my outfit.” You explained as Draco scoffed.

“No one is going to ask you out,” Draco replied.

“Thank you, that really helped my self-esteem. Why would nobody ask me out?” You replied sarcastically rolling your eyes again.

“Because they are not allowed.” Draco sneered, his teeth gritted.

“Says who?!”

“Says me.” Internally, you thought it was quite cute that Draco was playing the over-protective older brother role.

“But what if someone asks me?” You asked, kind of hoping he would change his mind.

“You can say no.” He offered, shrugging his shoulders.

“But I can say yes.” You pointed out Draco raised an eyebrow at you and you nudged him with your shoulder. That was the end of that conversation.

After you felt that you had replayed that conversation enough times in your head, you decided to start reliving the conversation you had just had.

“Hey Y/N.” It was none other than Fred Weasley who had sat next to you.

“Fred, hi.” You smiled at him, putting your potions book down.

“So do you have a date to the Yule Ball?” He asked. You were taken aback by the question. You and the Weasley twins had gotten along. You had always thought their pranks were funny, but you had never really had a proper conversation with them. This is why you were a little shocked when he asked you this, wondering if maybe he would ask you.

“No, I haven’t. Have you?” You asked, smiling at him and putting your quill down.

“Not yet.” He shrugged. “Hey, do you maybe want to go with me to the ball?”

“Are you pranking me?” You had asked instantly. You realised how rude that sounded as soon as you said it, but there was no going back.

“No.” He chuckled making you blush.

“Uh-yeah that would be cool then.” You replied slowly making Fred beam. He thanked you and then left.

You were still smiling when he had left the library. A few seconds after you finally realised what just happened. You were going to the Ball with Fred Weasley. He was quite attractive, but he was a little older than you and you wouldn’t even think about him asking you out.

You were still smiling in your shocked state, not really knowing how to process what just happened. You knew that Draco could not find out about this and you had to tell Fred this as well.

The next day at lunch you decided to find Fred and tell him. You found him outside with George. You walked over to them and yelled his name out.

“Y/N, hi, how are you?” He asked standing up and smiling.

“I’m good, can I talk to you for a little bit?” You asked pointing a bit behind you. He nodded and walked a little further away from George.
“I’m really glad you asked me to the Ball.” You started, but was cut off by Fred.

“I’m glad I asked you.” You nodded at him and continued.

“But, can we maybe keep it a secret, maybe make it a surprise?” You suggested to which he smirked a little.

“I like your thinking.” He winked making you giggle.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him and hugged him before running off.

The night of the ball came quickly and you decided not to ask your mother for a dress just in case she wanted to know who had asked you. No one knew about your date and you hoped Fred hadn’t told anyone either. You had barely spoken since you asked him not to tell anyone, only exchanging small smiles at each other in the hallway.

You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror. You had just spent the last 20 minutes sitting on your bed and trying exceedingly hard not to bite your nails. You were very nervous, this was a bad idea and you shouldn’t have said yes. You weren’t sure what made you say yes, but you did.

A little part of you hoped that this was all prank to save you actually having to go to the Ball with him, but a big part of you hoped it wasn’t because that would be very embarrassing and you would have to listen to Draco yelling at you that it wasn’t a smart idea to say yes. Although, even if it wasn’t a prank you would have to listen to Draco yelling at you that it wasn’t a smart idea to say yes. 

You looked yourself up and down and smiled, you felt confident with how you looked. The rest of the girls in your dormitory had already left. You finally decided to leave as well.

You saw Fred and he looked very handsome and he thought you looked absolutely beautiful. He was speechless and you were quite happy about that.

You guys chatted the whole night and you were thoroughly enjoying it. He was quite a nice guy and obviously funny, there were no awkward moments. You hadn’t seen Draco yet and you were quite thankful. Now that you thought of it, you weren’t really sure Draco even had a date, or was even going to show up.

Everyone had soon finished eating and people were starting to dance. Fred stood up and asked you to dance, you stood up too.

“I must warn you, I am a horrible dancer.” You giggled as he held your hand and led you to the dancefloor.

“So am I.” He winked at you as you found a spot on the dancefloor. 

You both danced for what felt like ages. Fred was right, he was a horrible dancer, but it was alright because it was very entertaining and only a little bit embarrassing.

A fast dance had come on and you and Fred were enjoying dancing really badly, but you were both breathing very heavy once the song finished.

“I’ll go get us some drinks.” He yelled over the start of the next song. You nodded as you fanned yourself with your hands.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Came a voice you knew so well.

“Trying to not sweat, it’s hot.” You replied trying to catch your breath.

“You know what I mean,” Draco said sternly raising an eyebrow. You looked at the floor, avoiding eye-contact with him. “Did you not listen to me when we spoke about this? What are people going to say? What are our parents going to say?” Draco quizzed and you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. You knew this would happen and you had braced yourself for it, but it was still hard.

“Draco, please don’t yell at me tonight. Yell at me tomorrow morning or something. I know I shouldn’t have done this, but I just, I don’t know. Just let me please enjoy tonight.” You begged as Draco glared at you. He nodded slightly and you hugged him. “Thank you.” You whispered as you let go. He walked off just as Fred came over.

“What did he want?” He asked, looking at the back of Draco.

“It’s not important, thank you.” You shrugged as you grabbed the drink from him. You guys went to the side of the dance floor so you could drink it without spilling it.

“Are you ready to start dancing again?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Of course I am.” You giggled as you put your empty cups down and went to the middle of the dance floor again.

After a few more songs, most people had left and you were starting to get tired.

“I think I’ve had enough dancing now.” You puffed as you stopped jumping around. Fred nodded, also puffing. You guys went back to your table. You looked around and a lot of people had left.

You guys talked for a little while longer and started getting to know each other a little better. You were started to really enjoy his company and you didn’t find it weird anymore that there was a little age gap between you two. You guys eventually decided to call it a night and went back to your dorms. You hugged him before saying goodbye and it felt good.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you went to your dormitory. You basically skipped to your Common Room you were in such a good mood. You fell asleep happy that night and didn’t even think about the conversation you would be having with Draco tomorrow.

The next morning your good mood remained and you still hadn’t thought about Draco. This was until you saw him at breakfast. You both made eye contact and he subtly moved his head to the side to hint that he wanted to talk to you. In private.

You sighed and got up, some breakfast would have actually been nice, but you decided not to bring it up.

“What were you thinking?” He seethed as soon as you got out of the Great Hall. Everyone was eating breakfast or still sleeping so you two were alone.

“I wasn’t.” You sighed, bracing yourself for the worse.

“I know you weren’t.” He mumbled as you looked at the floor, once again not wanting to make eye contact with him. “Do you think I told you not to go with anyone because I’m cruel?” You looked up at him. “Because I didn’t, I did it because I know no matter who you take, mother and father will find one fault about them and they won’t be happy. And out of all the guys in Hogwarts, you just had to go with Fred Weasley didn’t you?”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. You had believed that Draco told you not to go with anyone because he was being an older brother and protecting you from guys, but it was for a different reason. He was still being an older brother, but he was protecting you from your parents. It was sweet in a weird way.

“You better hope that mother and father don’t find out.” He warned as you nodded. Tears were forming in your eyes, but you were a Malfoy and Malfoys don’t cry. Draco went back into the Great Hall and you stayed outside, trying to get yourself together before you went back in.

You sat yourself up against the wall and just stared off into space. You didn’t really know what to think. You were just hoping that your parents would not find out.

“Y/N?” You heard someone call your name and you turned to see Fred and George walk by. Of course. “Are you alright?” Fred sat down next to you and hinted to George to go in.

“Yeah.” You replied, smiling at him.

“Are you sure?” He asked doubtfully.

“Yeah.” You replied, staring off into space again.

“You don’t seem fine.” He commented, squinting his eyes a bit.

“I’m fine.” You reassured, slowly nodding your head.

“Are you going to go into the Great Hall?” He asked curiously.

“No.” You simply replied, slightly shrugging your shoulders.

“Ok.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“What are you doing?” You asked smiling a bit.

“I’m staying here with you.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing.

“Why?” You giggled.

“Because you’re sad.” He replied.

“I’m not sad.” You insisted, shoving him with your shoulder.

“Ok.” He said sarcastically making both of you giggle.

You both sat against the wall, talking about how you weren’t sad. You hadn’t noticed how long you had been talking until people started walking out of the Great Hall. Your head turned instantly and you saw a familiar head of blonde hair come out first. You stood up as soon as you saw him, making Fred confused.

You and Draco just stared at each other while all the other students moved around you and Fred stayed on the floor. Draco had a disappointed look on his face and it made you sad.

You were the one who broke eye contact, you looked to the floor and ran to your dorm. You left Draco and you left Fred. You felt bad for Fred, he was being so nice when he never really needed to be.

You knew you would have to talk to him sooner rather than later, but you just needed time alone to think. 

How you spend Christmas together- HP Preference

Harry Potter: His 5th year at Hogwarts

The two of you spend Christmas together at Sirius Black’s home. Harry wanted to spend the holiday with the ones he loved the most, the family he still had left. Sirius loved you very much and enjoyed having you over for the break. It made him feel a sense of happiness seeing how much Harry loved you, it made him realise he didn’t lose everything seeing Harry was cared about so deeply by you. The three of you exchanged gifts and sat around the fire for most of Christmas day. Sirius shared stories from the past of Lily and James Potter and other hilarious tales from the Marauders Era, although you didn’t miss the tang of sadness in his eyes when he mentioned Lily, James, and even Peter. Remus and Tonks would come over around dinner time and bring tales of their own. After the excitement had died down a bit Harry would take you for a stroll around the neighborhood talking about whatever rose to conversation. You would probably stop at a coffeehouse and buy two steaming hot chocolates then bask in the glory of the bright Christmas lights that surrounded the area. Harry would constantly make up random excuses to kiss you and by the end of the night, when you returned back home, Harry and yourself would pass out in each other’s arm by the fire to which Tonks would snap a picture and taunt you for the rest of the week with.

Ron Weasley: His 3rd year at Hogwarts

Despite most of his friends staying at Hogwarts for the holiday, Christmas would be spent in the warmth of the Burrow with Ron and all of his family. His house was by far the loudest yet most loving environment you had ever been apart of. When unwrapping presents Ron would sit by your side loving to watch your facial expressions to every gift. Molly would have knitted you a sweater and you’d feel too guilty not wearing it, so the entire day would be spent matching Ron in your twinning red sweaters. Fred and George had gotten a kick out of this and teased the both of you throughout the day. Early Christmas day, Ron and yourself would head out to the Quidditch pitch with his brothers and Ginny to play a few rounds. Ron insisted he’d go easy on you but after your team beat his two rounds, he went against his promise, as to which you still beat him. Later that day you and Ron would cuddle in his room together watching the snowfall from outside his window. His fingers trailed along your skin drawing small designings causing you to giggle every so often. Molly would swing by occasional to make sure his door was still open and the two of you weren’t doing anything inappropriate.

Neville: His 6th year at Hogwarts

Hogwarts would be your glorious holiday vacation point. You had originally planned to go to your home back in London together but after you both missed the last train ride back, Hogwarts didn’t seem like such a bad idea, not that you had a choice anymore. Another train left Christmas Eve but you both decided against it, loving the feel of a practically empty Gryffindor tower way too much. Christmas Eve, the two of your walked hand and hand around Hogsmeade window shopping and drinking icy cold Butterbeer together. Neville would spoil you with sweets at Honeydukes and buy you bags of tea that was sure to last you until next winter. With not as many students present, you managed to sneak past the spell walls and spend the night with Neville in his dorm room. The two of you didn’t wake up until noon Christmas day but when you finally decide to get out of bed, you rushed downstairs only to find presents under the tree in the common room with both of your names. It was surely a Christmas to remember.

Fred: His 1st year out of Hogwarts

After attempting to drive to Fred’s home and you almost crashing the car five times, Fred wrote his mother to tell her the drive was too dangerous. A record breaking snowstorm had swept through London and it seemed the only way the two of you would make it to the Burrow was if you were willing to drive blind through the snow. Molly quickly responded stating how sadden she was but that ultimately she understood and agreed with your decision. Fred ran to the store in the freezing weather and bought all the essentials for a great Christmas. Your home was already decked out for the holiday so you hauled all the presents back out from the car and displayed them around the tree again. It was your first Christmas as a married couple and your first in your new home. Fred moved out of his apartment with George shortly after you finished your years at Hogwarts. It was a first for both of you and feeling bad that Fred wasn’t with his family- both of your family, you were determine to make it a perfect Christmas for him. You made peppermint flavored hot chocolate, played out your favorite holiday tunes throughout the house, set up a list of movies to watch, started the fire, laid out all the ingredients for cookies, and put on your favorite ugly sweater. When Fred returned, his disappointed mood immediately washed away and his usually cheery self returned. He packed all the food into the fridge and ran upstairs changing into his matching sweater. Although it was only Christmas Eve you two began all the traditions. The day was spent making sugar cookies and decorating them, cuddling in bed together, attempting to go out in the snow and freezing to death, watch movies, making gingerbread houses, and dancing around the house to music. It was by far the best Christmas either of you had had.  

Draco: His 5th year at Hogwarts 

Draco dreaded the holiday time. Not because of you, no he loved being with you, but because of his family. He was more than embarrassed during this time and wanted nothing to do with you meeting his family. They had very strict mindsets and Draco didn’t want them getting to you, so instead of spending the holiday with his family, you two went to your families Christmas together. Draco was absolutely amazed at the warmth your family gave off and the acceptance they gave him. Your mother asked him a million of questions about his future while your father asked a million of questions about his future with you. Draco felt at home when he was with your family. You two went ice skating together, window shopped around town, and even made pies together with the help of your grandma. When Christmas day came, Draco was astonished to find gifts under the tree with his name on it. He was sure to be back next Christmas, and many more after that.

George: His 6th year at Hogwarts 

Christmas was spent at Hogwarts due to the Yule Ball. George asked you to be his date the moment talk began to flutter about the dance. Being his girlfriend you said yes of course but it was amusing to see the lengths he would go as in him jumping up on top of the Gryffindor dining table during lunch and asking you in front of the whole school. With the dance being on Christmas day, the two of you set out to accomplish all your typical traditions Christmas Eve. George woke you up at the crack of dawn and the two of you went ice skating, played a few holiday themed pranks, snuck into the kitchen to make a gingerbread house, drank eggnog, and pretended to be apart of the choir while they made their traditional trips around the school of Christmas caroling. After the dance the next day, George whisked you away to his dorm room complimenting you the whole way as he had done the whole night. George helped you change from your dress into his sweats and a tshirt, then slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks he had bought you as a side gift. The two of you snuggled together for the rest of the night not caring that the dance was still in full swing, all that mattered was the two of you were together, just like it would always be.

-Daizy xx  

I Have to Do This | Draco Malfoy x Reader


Requested (anon): Draco x reader. The reader is a muggle Born. When is auntie finds out she tortures the reader right in front of Draco and it’s killing Draco

A/N: Kind of took some artistic license with this request oops

Word Count: 5,015 (aka long af)

Warning(s): torture, mild violence, mentions of death

Disclaimer(s): Not my gif credit to owner

You walk nervously up the steps leading to Malfoy Manor, twiddling your shaking hands. Your stomach begins to feel like a bottomless pit and home to loads of butterflies. You stare at the large front doors and debate whether or not you should even go in. Draco, your long-term boyfriend, had invited you to his mother’s birthday ball so you could finally meet his parents.

However, you aren’t particularly keen on meeting his parents. They must be lovely people based on the fact they raised Draco to be such a gentleman (to you at least), but their kindness is likely to be thrown out the window when dealing with you. After all, you are a muggle-born who somehow weaseled her way into becoming a Slytherin, something that had never happened until you arrived at Hogwarts. Besides, you already are aware of the fact that Draco’s parents didn’t like you, unless their opinion has miraculously changed. You remember in first year when Draco befriended you, for some odd reason, and he tried to hide a letter he received from his parents regarding you being sorted into Slytherin. However, you were too quick and grabbed it before he could get rid of it.


What a pity, a mudblood being sorted into Slytherin. I’ve never heard of such dreadful events. I’m sure dear Salazar is rolling around in his grave for this one. I am disappointed you didn’t write about this as soon as the ceremony was over, it is nearly halfway through your first term. Do not go near whoever this mudblood is, I will write to the school immediately. This must be a mistake, that blasted hat doesn’t know anything. I will have this girl resorted, I cannot believe this has happened. If they are not resorted, though I will make sure they are, do not worry because as I’ve always told you these mudbloods will get what they deserve. Soon enough, soon enough.


You swallow hard at the memory of the stone cold words from the most unfatherly letter you’ve ever read. You were never resorted, though for a long while you wish you had been. Bullied for days on end, crying yourself to sleep, it was not much fun to be attending Hogwarts. Though much of the bullying stopped once Draco befriended you, you still don’t know why he did it. All you know is one day after running out of class crying Draco followed you and comforted you. After that day you became inseparable, and once you had Draco by your side no one bothered to mess with you.

However, you had the spine-tingling thought that all of that would change tonight. You don’t have to be told to know that you will be the only one in the manor tonight who is not a pureblood. You also don’t need to be told that everyone here tonight despises muggle-borns, with the exception of Draco.

You continue to stare at the large doors. Once thoughts start to pour in of what the people inside will do to you after realizing you’re indeed of muggle descent you feel yourself starting to back away. There is no way you can step foot in there if you want to go through the night unscathed. You'll just have to send an owl to Draco tomorrow saying you fell ill at the last minute or something like that.

Just then the large doors open and outsteps non other than Draco Malfoy.

“Y/N!” He smiles, which immediately falls as he takes a closer look at you. “Love, you look paler than me,“ he raises an eyebrow. "What’s the matter?”

“I-I don’t think I can go in,” the corners of your mouth droop and you give him a pleading look.

“Babe,” he starts, pulling you into a tight hug. “I know your a little nervous-”

“Terrified,” you interject, voice muffled by his chest.

“But you truly have nothing to worry about,” he goes on. He backs only his head away so he can look at you. “Nobody’s going to hurt you or say anything bad,” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’ll make sure of it and I’ll be here the whole night, right by your side.”

“For sure?”

“For sure,” he smiles down at you, before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. His lips linger on yours after and his pale eyes continue to stare down you. “You look absolutely beautiful,” he grins, his lips still nearly touching yours. The feeling of his hot breath sends shivers up your spine.

He takes a step back holding both your hands in his and looks you up and down. A smirk tugs on his lips as he takes time to relish in your absolute beauty; both love and lust prominent in his eyes. You’re wearing a simple, floor-length emerald gown made of silk, topped with a Queen Anne neckline. It’s simple, elegant, classy, and enough to make Draco go mad.

You blush as a few moments go by of him looking you up and down, knowing he definitely likes what he sees. His eyes meet yours again and he smiles at you before taking your hand and twirling you around, a giggle escapes from your lips.

“Belle of the ball,” he smiles while pulling you back into his chest.

“You know you don’t look to shabby yourself,” you smile while straightening his bowtie.

All of your fears and nerves begin to slip away; being with Draco just makes everything go away. Nothing in the world around you even seems to exist when you’re with him. And when he smiles, a true smile derived from pure happiness, one that can only be seen when you’re around, it’s like nothing else matters in the world. All you could ever want is for him to keep that smile.

He wraps an arm around your waist and gives you a tight squeeze, “You ready.”

You nod and he leads you inside the manor. You feel your mouth slightly part as you take foot in the enormous house; it’s absolutely stunning. Draco leads you down a long corridor before coming to a halt in front of another set of two grand doors.

He mentions something of the event taking place in the drawing room, “We- uh -we have lots of,” he gulps midsentence, “Meetings and gatherings in here,” he mumbles. “Only seemed fitting.”

“Do you parents know I’m-”

“Yes,” he cuts you off, already knowing what you’re going to ask. “I told them a few months ago. They weren’t happy at first but after many, many discussions they’ve learned to tolerate our relationship. My mom seems more for it than my father however." 

Stepping inside you see it is a grand room with a beautiful mantelpiece and sparkling chandelier. The room is crowded with witches and wizards in only the most elegant fashion gold can buy. They all seem to speak in an auspicious manner while drinking what must be the wizard equivalent of champagne.

The two of you barely step foot into the crowd before you see, you assume, Draco’s parents weaving through the crowd to get to you. You take in a sharp breath at the realization the moment you’ve been dreading since first year is seconds from taking place; coming face-to-face with Draco’s family. Draco gives you another tight squeeze, looks to you, and smiles. Your nerves slightly diminish but are still quite prevalent.

"Draco!” The women, presumably his mother, calls out with her arms outstretched towards Draco. He drops his arm from your waist in order to hug her, “So nice of you to finally join us.”

“Of course, happy birthday mom,” he says, kissing her on the cheek before moving back to your side. “Father,” Draco slightly and quickly bows his head in his father’s direction.

“Draco,” he nods, speaking with the same cold, unfatherly voice you always imagined when reading his letters.

“You must be Y/N,” Draco’s mother turns to you, she has a warm, welcoming smile on her face. “I’m Narcissa Malfoy, Draco’s mother, as you’ve probably concluded,” she smiles. “And this is my husband, of course Draco’s father, Lucius Malfoy,” she says gesturing beside her.

“Pleasure to meet the two of you,” you smile.

“The pleasure is ours,” Lucius speaks up, shocking you. Approaching tonight you were most certain that he would not speak a word to you, yet alone a kind word. You even manage to catch the corners of his mouth turn upwards ever so slightly. “Draco speaks of you constantly.”

You look over and smile at the now blushing boy before you. “Is that so?” A smirk plays on your lips and Draco sheepishly nods.

You look back to his parents and see the resemblance in uncanny. From the pale eyes and silver-blond hair to their actual bone structure. You can also see both of Draco’s major facial expressions on either of his parents. His warm smile he always shows towards you matches his mother’s; while his cold, brooding look that he shows towards most people can be seen on his father. However, his signature Malfoy smirk is much like the ones of both his mother and father.

“Draco, do you mind if I whisk Y/N away for a little talk, women to women,” his mother speaks up.

You look over to him and see he’s already looking at you. “Of course,” he says to his mother while keeping eye contact with you. The look in your eyes shows panic which he knows is from the fact that he promised to stay by your side. He moves to kiss your cheek so he can whisper something only audible to you, “Don’t be nervous, I’ll be close by.”

You nod before moving to go off with his mother. She moves through the crowd with you close on her heel, she says quick hellos to the guests she passes. She grabs two glasses of the wizard equivalent of champagne and hands one to you.

“Don’t tell your parents I let you drink,” she smirks.

“This is really a lovely party,” you say before taking a sip of the drink, which only slightly burns in your throat. “And your home is absolutely spectacular,” you say. Holding you breath, you hope all the things you know to say to Muggle hostesses align with what should be said to witch hostesses.

“Why thank you,” she smiles and you let out a subtle breath of relief. “I would also like to thank you for how happy you make my son,” she adds and you feel your cheeks go pink, unsure of what to say. “I can’t believe it took Lucius and I so long to realize what was going on. I mean the skip in his step along with the permanent smile on his face and the constant sending of letters,” she chuckles at her past ignorance. “We should’ve known he’d found himself the right girl.”

You don’t know what to say but from the looks of it there seems to be a bigger point to Narcissa’s speech. You know she didn’t just bring you over here to speak of her son’s new found happiness, you can see the gears turning and that she has a whole other topic to be discussed. You figure it is better not to interrupt her train of thought with the mentioning your new found happiness from Draco.

“The right girl indeed,” she says after taking another sip of her drink. “I assume he’s treating you like the right girl as well.”

“Of course,” you reply. You suddenly see why she’s pulled you aside, to check up on her son’s behavior. “Draco treats me better than anyone else in my life,” you say, speaking nothing but the truth. Draco treats you as if you were royalty, he willingly drops everything in order to complete a task to make you happy. He speaks nothing but positivity of you both to you and to others. He constantly checks with you to make sure you’re living the best life you can have, knowing you deserve it. You can only try to treat him as well as he treats you.

“That’s good, that’s good,” she nods. “I know he has a tendency to lean towards more bullying behaviors, and I’ve told him I don’t mind that as long as he is a gentleman to ladies such as yourself. Is he doing so?”

“Yes, I find that, to me at least, he is the best gentleman girls can only dream of,” you explain. “And I’ve never seen him use his bullying tendencies towards a girl," you leave out the fact that he bullies that Granger girl, but she’s friends with Potter so it may be more backlash.

"That’s what I like to hear,” she nods. 

Just then, a women appears behind her. She has a mass of black, curly hair and many similar facial features. You assume the two must be sisters.

“This must be the girl Draco’s been speaking of nonstop,” the women speaks.

Narcissa tenses up as she notices the arrival of her sister, “This is my sister-”

“Lestrange. Bellatrix Lestrange.” She finishes the thought. "And you are?“ She inquires with a raised eyebrow.

You swallow hard, something about her makes you uneasy. "Y/N Y/L/N.”

A silence fills the space of you three and a menacing smile appears on Bellatrix’s face.

“Y/L/N, hmph? I don’t seem to recall that family,” she speaks, an evil smirk taking over his lips. You automatically feel your stomach reforming into a pit, you know you’ve sold yourself out. Just as you expected their are people in this room who will not tolerate a non-pureblood relationship and she is one of them. "Your family must not have gone to Hogwarts… Or any wizarding school… They’re muggles aren’t they?“ The look on her face is enough to chill you to the core and send shivers up your spine. You don’t respond, the wide-eyed look of terror is enough to tell her the answer.

"Why don’t I take you back to Draco,” Narcissa quickly says to you and before even giving you time to respond she is dragging you by the arm through the maze of people. “Stay away from Bellatrix,” she says to you in a low voice. “Lucius and I both care deeply for our son’s happiness and we see it clearly that you are the source of it. My sister on the other hand will not see that, stay clear of her.”

When you make it back to Draco he meets you with a warm smile and quick kiss. You’re still a little shaken up from your encounter with Bellatrix but do your best to suppress the straight terror she inflicted upon you. Draco will notice and ask what’s wrong if you keep your scared demeanor and the last thing you want is to explain to him the encounter with his aunt. You don’t want to burden him with the thought of her possibly wanting to harm you in any way as Narcissa alluded too.

Hours slowly tick away, you never leave Draco’s side. A few people have tried to pull him away to discuss business matters with him but he refuses to leave your side and the others refuse to speak of such matters in front of you for some odd reason. What business matters could many aging wizards need to discuss with a sixteen year-old boy in complete private?

It’s not until guest start trickling out the doors that someone manages to tear Draco away from you. He looks back to you as he’s being dragged away by an old wizard who begins talking at a rapid speed. He gives you a worried look and you simply shrug, showing you are no longer as paranoid. You’ve made it almost the whole night and only one person had something bad to say to you. What could go wrong in the next minute or so.

Everything. Everything could go wrong in the next minute or so.

When Draco disappears from sight a cold hand firmly grips your upper arm. Before you can even look at the mysterious person you feel the world around you beginning to twist and turn, you feel your body contracting; suddenly you’re in a whole new location. You’ve apparated for the first time, you quickly become nauseous from the quick, unexpected movement. You grip a hand over mouth and clutch another to your stomach, praying you aren’t about to vomit.

“Can the poor, unfit mudblood not handle apparition,” you hear the same venomous tone from before speak up. It’s Bellatrix. “I always knew your kind made awful witches and wizards.”

You look around at you surroundings, concluding you’re still the manor just a different room. Though, how far you maybe in relation to where everyone else is frightens you. The evil smirk plastered on Bellatrix’s face as she circles you like a shark makes you even more nauseous than you already are. What is she going to do? Is there anyone close enough to come save you if needed?

You swallow hard, both in fear and to suppress anything that might be making its return, “What do you want from me?”

She stops in front of you and stares for a second. Seeming dumbstruck at the fact that you couldn’t possibly understand what she has in store for you. “Is it not obvious?” She smirks before taking out her wand and pointing it straight at you. “Crucio!” She bellows and a flash of red strikes you in the chest, knocking you to your knees.

A surge of pain emits throughout you’re entire body, pain like you’ve never felt before. You feel as though your internal organs are on fire, white-hot knives are penetrating every inch of your body, someone is ripping you limb from limb, you wish for it to stop. Bellatrix spends the next few seconds just staring at you with that menacing look of hers. The seconds feel like eternity to you.

You’re screaming in pain, wailing on your knees, begging her to lift the curse off from you. You wish anything to cause it to stop, you even wish for death to swarm over and take all the pain away. Bellatrix slowly steps closer to you, laughing maniacally.

“You want the pain to stop?” She questions as tears begin streaming down your face. You nod, gasping in pain, knowing she won’t lift it. “That’s too bad, I don’t like to end things that give me pleasure,” she lifts your chin with her cold index finger. “And I love seeing your kind suffer.” You let out another scream and she slams a hand over your mouth before slowly raising a finger to her lips. “Shhhh we wouldn’t want anyone to come in and steal my fun,” she smirks. “Not that anyone would save you,” she pretend pouts, by now your gasping for air to fill what feels like, but isn’t, a collapsed lung. “No one in their right mind would save you,” she speaks. “Though, as it seems my dear nephew isn’t in his right mind; for if he was he wouldn’t even look at you, yet alone bring you into this house.” She drops her hand from your mouth, hoping to hear you plead for mercy.

“Please, stop!” You cry out, body shaking. “I can’t take it!”

“You want me to lift the curse?” She inquiries and you nod vigorously, only causing you more pain. “Will you do anything for me to lift the curse?”

“Yes,” you croak out.

“Fine… All you must do for me to lift the curse,” she grabs your shaking face and holds it to look you straight in the eye. “Is to keep your mudblood disgrace of a witch away from my nephew.”

“I don’t think so,” someone says from the doorway, not just anyone, but Draco. He has his wand raised and aimed at Bellatrix. Even with all the pain inflicted upon you manage to sigh in relief at the sight of him. "Let her go,“ he sneers.

Bellatrix snaps her head at him, grinning as though this is going just as she planned. "As you wish,” and with a wave of her wand all the pain vanishes and you let out a gasp.

Draco lowers his wand and sprints to you, quickly kneeling beside you. You fall into his arms just as he go to wrap them around you. You’re still shaking, loud sobs escape your lips. For a moment you’re so glad it’s over… But why is it? Bellatrix doesn’t seem like the kind of witch to back down when a sixteen year-old is pointing a wand at her. What else does she have in store? It must be much worse; the thought sickens you.

“I wouldn’t get too comfy,” she chuckles, proving your thoughts true. This time she points her wand at Draco, “Imperio!”

“No!” You shout but it’s no use, you can already see Draco’s eyes glossing over and any sign in his eyes of himself and his thoughts are gone. "Why are you doing this?“ You shout.

"Because,” she moves over to you. “If my doing isn’t enough to send you away maybe his will be,” her evil smirk never fades.

“It won’t be his doing it will be yours,” you spit.

She presses her wand against your neck, “Watch your tone, mudblood.” You look back over to Draco, sitting there lifeless. “The image of his actions embedded in your mind will be enough for you to leave. And don’t even think of running off.” She continues to press her wand against your neck and you watch her pull out a knife from her pocket.

“What are you going to do?” You gulp nervously.

“It’s not what I’m going to do,” she grins, then places the knife in Draco’s hand. “It’s what he’s going to do.”

A moment of silence which you know is filled with Bellatrix sending orders into Draco’s mind. Looking blankly at you with his still lifeless eyes he grabs your arm.

“Draco don’t,” you grab his wrist of the hand which holds the knife, now pointing towards your arm. He looks at you, still no life in his eyes. “Draco fight it, don’t do what she’s saying,” you desperately plead. “Draco you’re strong enough,” at those words you see a flash of life in his eyes, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared. Then, he begins to press the knife into your arm.

You scream out in pain, though physically it doesn’t seem so bad due to fact you were just under the Cruciatus Curse. Emotionally and mentally, however, is a pain like never before. Even though you know it’s not his doing seeing the boy you love go to cause you any pain hurts worse than any curse to be thrown your way. When you scream out you see Draco flinch, pause, shake his head and continue to drag the knife across your skin. You feel a sense of hope, this shows he is still in there he just needs to be brought up to the surface. You look at your arm and see an M and a U carved into it, dripping with blood. You know what Bellatrix is making him write.

“Draco stop,” you cry. “You can fight the curse, I know it,” you scream out to him, more life filling his eyes with each word. Bellatrix notices this and presses her wand harder into your neck.

“Speak one more word and it will be your last,” she threatens, her cold voice is enough to make you fall to silent sobs.

Draco drops the knife to the floor, hands shaking and a bit of life in his eyes. You look down at the now completed wound and wince. The word mudblood will now be forever scarred on your arm.

“I’m so sorry,” you hear the faintest whisper come from Draco. You look up to him, tears filling your eyes at the sound of his broken voice. His face is pinched, as though trying not to cry, as he stares at the mark he’s left on your arm. Blood is starting to drip onto the white, marble floor.

“Draco,” he looks at you and you see more of the life restored in his eyes drain away, only a small bit is left.

Bellatrix angrily stands up and marches to the other side of the room, straight across from you. Draco follows her and a pit forms in your stomach, you know something bad is about to happen. You can tell Bellatrix sends him another order, for he raises his wand and points it at you. His arm is shaking and he pinches his eyes nearly closed to hold back tears, even so you can she the small amount of himself in his eyes.

“Say the words Draco,” Bellatrix spits. “End her already.”

“Draco don’t do this,” you wail at the realization of what she’s trying to make him do. “You can fight it,” you scream.

“I can’t,” he quietly says, you can barely hear him from where you are. “Don’t you understand?" His voice breaks. "I have to do this.”

Your heart breaks at that. “No, you don’t!” You cry out.

“Yes, I do,” he shakes his head. “I love you but I’m not strong enough.”

“You are strong enough, I know you are, I believe in you,” you shout, voice ringing through the room.

There’s a silence. It’s followed by Draco unpinching his eyes and slowly lowering his wand. “You believe in me,” he whispers, all life restored in his eyes. The two of you let out relieved sighs and he runs over to you. Falling before you he quickly engulfs you in his arms.

“I’m so sorry,” he cries on your shoulder. You both sit there, in each others arms, shaking and sobbing violently, the blood from your arm soaking into his clothes.

“This is ridicules,” Bellatrix snaps while gripping Draco’s shoulder and flinging him to the side. She raises her wand at you, “Avada- ”

“Expelliarmus!” You hear someone yell from the doorway. Bellatrix’s wand is flung from her hands before she can complete the curse. You turn to see, to your surprise, Lucius standing in the doorway being the one to come to your rescue. “There will be no murder on my wife’s birthday,” he speaks in his stone cold voice. He looks to you, bleeding on the floor, and gives an apologetic look. “Draco why don’t you take Y/N to your room to get washed up, while I have a word with your aunt,” his ever emotionless voice managing to show signs of anger.

Draco scrambles over to you, he helps you to your feet and wraps an arm around your waist before helping you walk out of the room. You two stay silent on the long walk to his room. Once inside he takes you into the bathroom, picks you up and has you sit on the counter. He silently pulls out a towel, dampens it, and begins dabbing your still bleeding wound.

“I’m so sorry,” he croaks out, looking up at you.

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. When looking at him you can only see tonight’s events, him dragging a knife across your skin, him preparing to kill you, and him insisting he has to do so. It makes you sick to your stomach and you just want to run away and never look at him again. You swallow hard, this is what she wanted.

He wraps your arm up in bandages and goes back into his room to find some clothes of his to lend to you for the night. He hands you a pair of silk, green pajama pants and button shirt and tells you he’ll send an owl to your parents as to why you won’t be returning tonight. You nod in thanks, still unable to speak to him. When he leaves the room you change and sit quietly on the edge of his bed, looking thoughtfully at your hands.

You don’t look up at him when he renters the room, or when he goes to sit beside you after changing. However, you do flinch when he grasps your hand in his. He lets out a pained sigh.

“Y/N I’m so sorry,” he says. “I didn’t want to do any of that, I was under her control,” he explains. “You understand that, don’t you? You understand that I would never want to hurt you, right? I love you too much to ever hurt you, don’t you know that?”

You look up at his, slightly frowning, pain evident in your eyes. “You were going to kill me,” you quietly say. “I’ll never be able to forgive nor forget that,” you look back at your hands, avoiding looking at him. He looks almost as pained as you. “I guess Bellatrix got what she wanted,” you sigh. “I can’t even look at you without seeing you getting ready to-” you trail off, not wanting to end your obvious thought.

“What happens now then?” his voice breaks.

You look up at him tears filling in your eyes, his doing the same. “Tomorrow morning I go home,” you start, “and we’re over.”

“No,” he shakes his head, grabbing one of your hands in both of his. “You can’t leave me, not now, not now,” tears fall from his eyes. “You said you believe in me,” he chokes out. “You’re the only person that does, and I need you more than ever right now.”

“Draco, I may not know what’s been going on recently but I’ve noticed your different,” you explain. “And none of that made me put our relationship in question but this does.”

“Please,” he whispers.

“I can’t be with you after tonight,” you shake your head. “Every time I look at you I’ll see you preparing to kill me.”

“You can’t leave me,” he cries.

“Don’t you understand,” you spit his own words back at him. “I have to do this.”


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Expecting With A Malfoy

Request: Hi could I request a Draco x pregnant reader story? Where Draco is extremely protective, possessive, and you can just tell he worships the reader? Sorry if this isn’t that great, it’s just that it’s been stuck in my head for ages.”

Summary: You’re pregnant, and Draco is treating you like you’re the most fragile thing in the room. This new side of him is quite foreign to you, but you can’t say you’re complaining.

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 1,232

Warnings: None, just really fluffy.

A/N: I absolutely love this request, because it’s different and sweet! I just really love writing Protective-Father!Draco, it’s absolutely heartwarming! I hope you like it, love! If you ever want to request anything, feel free! My ask box is always open! xx

Originally posted by sexyferret

Draco had been designing your baby boy’s room for the past month, and he had started to worry you. He wouldn’t come out of that room unless he heard you trying to bustle around the house, scurrying out of the room to help you with whatever you needed before you could get your hands on anything.

“No, no, no!” He would shout, holding out his arms to stop you from moving anywhere, gently placing you back down on the couch. “There we are. You just relax, love. Let me. What do you need?”

You would continuously insist that you need to get off this damn couch you’ve been stuck on for what you felt were ages, but Draco would just shush you with a kiss upon the lips and forehead, demanding that you let him do all the work.

“Let me do it, please. You don’t need to strain yourself any more than you have already, I’ve got it!” 

You placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him. “Draco, I haven’t strained myself one bit today-”

“Then let’s keep it that way, shall we?” He would insist, placing another chaste kiss to your lips before tending to your every need.

When your mood swings would arrive, Draco would be completely understanding, bringing you into his arms and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

One time you even threatened to leave him all because he wouldn’t stop giving you the apple pie you had continuously asked, as idiotic as it might sound. He was shocked at your outburst, but he knew it was just the hormones, so he ignored it and continued to take care of you.

“We’ll get through this, love. I promise.”

Whenever you would try to take a peak into your soon-to-be baby boy’s bedroom, Draco would shoo you away, running out of the room and shutting it immediately, looking over at you with baby blue paint on his pale cheeks and forehead. You would grin at the sight, adoring it.

Draco always loved to speak to his son through your tummy before going to bed. He would usually place both of his large, pale hands on the side of your bump and crouch down so he’s eye-level with his soon to be son. He would whisper all the things he would teach him, how to control his magic, or how he can cook french fries in the oven.

You would giggle at how cute Draco would act when speaking to his baby boy, and he would look up at you with a certain sparkle in his eye. Then he would go on to say how good of a mother you’ll be and to treat you right.

“Make sure to cherish her for as long as you can, okay? She’s amazing, trust me. She’ll put you to sleep with just her voice. You’ll love her. Maybe not as much I love her, but you’ll love her, nonetheless.”

And whenever Draco would finish his speech, he would always look back up at you before slipping a kiss upon your bump, sliding back up to pull you into his arms.

“We’re going to be a great family.” He would state with a large amount of confidence in his voice, causing a jovial laugh to escaped your mouth.

You would look up at him with a gleam in your eyes that made his heart skip a beat and his chest swell. “Yes we are.” You would coo before moving up to place a kiss upon his lips.

His eyes would flutter close at the contact, and he would bring his hand up to lace his fingers through your hair, deepening the kiss only so much more. He would hum against your lips when your hand started to play with the small blonde hairs on the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair momentarily.

Whenever you two were in public, possibly shopping for baby clothes, Draco would pick out the most corniest ones, claiming that your son would look like the most handsome man in them. You would chuckle and shake your head, demanding for him to put them back where he found them.

“That’s bloody hideous, Draco! Put them back!”

Draco would pout, but place them back on the shelf, nonetheless.

Whenever you would feel contractions, Draco would immediately be by your side, rubbing the small of your back comfortingly.

“Love? Love! Is it coming, is it happening?!” He would sputter in worry, holding your hand as you bent down to hold one hand on your knee.

You would try to catch your breath, but Draco wouldn’t let you, insisting that you go with him to the hospital.

“Come on. There we are. Let’s go. We’re going to the hospital right now.”

You would stop his from taking you, assuring him you were fine and that it was just contractions. He would still insists, muttering under his breath, but whenever you kissed him after you catch your breath, he would stop complaining almost immediately.

“I love when you kiss my worries away.” He would whisper against your lips, causing you to giggle and him smile.

“I know, I can tell.” You would tease, bringing him closer to you.

And when he was finally finished, Draco would let you come into the baby’s room so you could see the final masterpiece. You would gasp, covering your mouth as tears slowly started to trail down your cheeks. Draco would look at you, proud of his work, and cradle you to his chest when you started crying.

“It’s beautiful.” You would whisper, admiring the little ornaments he had placed above the crib he had built himself.

A chuckle would escape his mouth, the sound vibrating against your ear. He would just rub your back soothingly, looking around the room with utter joy in his expression.

“It is, isn’t it?”

When your water had broke, Draco started to panic. He had no clue as to what to do, but you had instructed him as best you can, and soon, you were on your way to the hospital.

“It’s actually going to happen…” Draco would whisper to himself, squeezing your hand as his eyes began to water. His chest would tighten whenever you let out a scream, and he tried his best to wish the pain away and focus on helping you through this.

The moment you two walked through the birthing room, tears had started to cascade down Draco’s cheeks, making you laugh at the sight.

“It’s not funny, Y/N, this is a serious moment!” He would spit, but you could sense the teasing tone behind his words. You would just smile, wiping his tears away and assuring it will all be alright.

And it surely was alright. You had finally given birth, and you were blessed with your beautiful baby boy, Scorpius Malfoy. Draco made sure to take real steady care with him once he was ready to be picked up, and he couldn’t help the tears from falling down his face.

He couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man alive. He was blessed with two amazing people, his wife and his son. And in that moment, he knew he’d do everything in his power to protect you both, promising to himself that no matter what happens, he will always be there for the both of you.

And indeed he was.

Until The Very End

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“Watch out where you’re going, Potter!” Draco yelled as he and Harry bump shoulders walking down a narrow hallway. All of Harry’s quills, ink bottles, and books fell to the floor.

Harry was in a rush to get out of Potions and get to the Griffindor tower to have his weekend to relax in his room.

Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus where staying with Hermione and Ginny at Hogmead for a few nights so he’d have the room to himself.

There was nothing to do except stare at the map and obsess over Draco. Harry fancied the blond boy.

After making it to his room, Harry threw all his stuff in his trunk and plopped down on the bed then took the map out of his robes.

Draco was accompanied by three other guys who’s names, he did not know. The three where rather closer to Draco than Harry would have liked to admit.

Throwing the cloke over himself, Harry set off towards Draco and the three other boys.


Harry could hear the conversation before he rounded the corner to Draco and the boys. He stopped behind the wall to listen.

“…and no one cares, Malfoy. No one does. Your worthless and no one loves you. Not even your parents, your mother only gave birth to you so they could carry out the Malfoy name.”

Harry turned the corner to see Draco acrossed the hall, with his shoulders pinned to the wall by two of the boys on either side, while the third was spitting insults in his face. All three of the boys where towering over Draco, and where well built.

“You’re a discussing sight to see, Malfoy.”

The two boys released Draco while the third shoved him to the ground. The trio walked down the nearest corridor and out of sight.

Draco stood up slowly, not bothering to brush off his robes. With his head hung, he walked to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom.


Harry was stunned. Draco Malfoy, was being bullied? It didn’t seem possible, yet Harry watched the whole thing play out.

Harry wasn’t thinking what he was doing, but his gut- and his heart- told him to fallow Draco into the bathrooms.

Taking off the cloak and stuffing it into his robes, Harry, once again, followed Draco.

Harry stood in the door frame, his heart sank at the sight: Draco was staring into the bathroom’s mirror with his back to Harry; crying.

His hands where gripping the side of the sink so hard his knuckles where white, and his body was shaking from the impact of his sobs. His grey eyes where bloodshot and his hair was sticking out in every direction.

Harry’s heart broke just looking at him.


Harry took a few steps forward so he was standing mearly five feet away.

Draco spun around and pointed his wand at Harry. Harry did not draw out his wand, he just stood with his arms at his sides.

“W-what do you want, P-Potter?”

Draco stuttered, desperately trying to choke down his sobs, while using his free hand do frantically wipe away his tears.

“Draco I-”

Harry didn’t know what to say. ‘I saw you getting bullied’ 'I saw you sobbing over the sink’ 'I am deeply in love with you’

“I- I saw what happened- earlier”

Harry settled with, not looking away from Draco.

Draco’s puffy red eyes widened, and gave off a hint of fear and sorrow. A few more tears slipped from his eyes, he whipped them away with his sleve then muffled a choked sob.

“O- obl- oblivia-”

Draco was trying to wipe his memory, but he started sobbing uncontrollably. Hiccups where erupting from his throat and his hands and body where once again shaking. Tears where pouring from his eyes, creating a waterfall down his cheeks onto his black robes.

Harry couldn’t think of anything to do, he walked a few steps closer to Draco. In turn, Draco took a step back.

Draco was now shaking so hard he dropped his wand. Not bothering to pick it up, Draco walked a few more steps back until he felt the corner of the bathroom against his back.

Draco was covering his tear-stained face with both of his now soaked sleeves. He slowly sank onto the bathroom floor until his arms where wrapped around his legs and his face was buried in his knees.

Draco doesn’t care to notice when Harry crosses the room and sits next to him, their shoulders and legs pressing against each other.

“J- just go- go a-away P-Potter.”

Draco was stuttering so quietly it was almost hard to hear.

“I’m not leaving you.”

Harry said sternly yet softly.

Draco didn’t respond, or even look up at Harry, he stayed seated there, with his body pressed against Harry’s; still sobbing.

It was silent except for Draco’s sobbing and hiccups echoing around the bathroom.

Harry felt horrible, just sitting there while Draco was crying next to him. So he took a chance-

Harry took both of Draco’s wrists in his hands and pried them apart from around his legs. Draco jerked his wrists away and looked over at Harry, but didn’t protest.

Harry hooked both of his arms around Draco’s torso and rested his head in Draco’s chest. Draco was shocked for a second, but after the slight hesitation, he also linked his arms around Harry’s back, and laid his head in the crook between Harry’s head and shoulder, wetting Harry’s robes with tears that where still streaming down his face.


At first, the hug was a little awkward from the position both of the boys where in, but none less comfortable and calming. It seemed to last forever. Draco’s sobbing stopped completely, all that you could hear was the shallow breathing and Draco’s sniffing every so often.

After what seemed like an eternity, Harry slowly pulled away from Draco’s grasp.


Harry whispered


Draco looked down at his lap in an attempt to hide the blush burning bright across his face.

“What happened back there?”

“You saw what happened.”

Draco replied, lowering his voice so Harry had to lean in to hear better.

“No, I mean why where those guys talking to you like that?”

Draco was silent, burying his face deeper into his knees.

“Draco; why where those guys talking to you like that?”

Harry repeated, turning his body towards Draco so he was now on his knees.


Draco speeds through, covering his head with his arms as if someone where about to hit him.


Draco removes his hands to his sides and is silent for another moment before taking in a big breath and exhaling; he looked directly at Harry and said slowly and steadily-

“They know it gets on my nerves and I break down like this, they enjoy it.”

Ruby red blush runs creeps across Draco’s cheeks as he looks down again.

Harry, once again, has no words. All he could think of to do, was to place his fingers under Draco’s jaw, and tilt his head up so they where gazing into each other’s eyes.

Emerald green crashed into icy gray for no more than two second, before Harry closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly to the right, and pressed his lips against Draco’s.

Unlike the hug, Draco didn’t hesitate to kiss Harry back. Draco’s eyes fluttered shut, and their lips moved in sync. They fit perfectly together, like they where two puzzle pieces.

The kiss was short, but passionate, Harry was the one to pull away. Draco’s eyes where still shut ad his mouth agape.

“S- sorry, I didn’t know what came over me.”

This time it was Harry’s turn to blush red hot. He looked away quickly and stood up. Draco stood up with him.

“Nothing to apologize for.”

Draco smiled and pulled Harry in by his Griffindor tie, and in for another kiss.

Their bodys where flush; chest against chest. Draco’s left hand ran up Harry’s shoulder and into his messy brown hair, while the other slid down to rest on his hip; pulling him as close as they could get. Harry’s hands snaked around and linked at the back of Draco’s neck.

When the two where kissing, it made Draco forget everything, his sadness, fear, depression.. everything except love, for The Boy Who Lived.

Nothing was ever lust at that moment, not even when Harry slid his toung across Draco’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. Draco parted his lips and let Harry explore his mouth.

The two where French kissing, and it was the most wonderful sensation to Draco, letting all of his worry flow out of him like a stream in the woods. It was pure bliss.

A long while later, Harry was again, the one to pull away, giving Draco one last passionate kiss.

“We should get going, people will start to wonder where you are.”

Harry was no more than an inch away from Draco, whispering his words in a sad tone, looking down at his and Draco’s shoes.

“I can’t go back,”

Draco pulled carefully away from Harry, only enough to take in his appearance- even messier hair, slightly crooked glasses and tie, and his vibrant green eyes still staring at their feet.

“I can’t let anyone see me like this.”

Draco gestured to his still bloodshot eyes, and tear-soaked robes.

Harry looked up and thought for a moment, his eyes lighted up.

Harry beamed. He reached into his robes and pulled out the invisibility cloke.

Draco smiled a toothy grin and took Harry’s hand.

They intertwined their fingers together while Harry pulled the cloke over the both of them.


The hallways where empty, it must have been past curfew. Most of the lights where out, but there was enough light to see where they where going without using their wands.

“You passed the Slytherin common room, Harry.”

“I know.”

Harry gave him a small smile even though he couldn’t see it.

They stopped in front of the sleeping Fat Lady’s frame.


Harry says from under the cloke. The Fat Lady doesn’t bother to open her eyes, just swings open her frame.

The Griffindor commen room is empty. Both the boys walk up the stairs into Harry’s room.

“What are we doing here?”

Draco asks as Harry pulls off the cloke along with his robes.

“We’re going to sleep, no offense but it looks like you need it.”

Ignoring the comment, Draco stiffens as Harry strips down to his boxers and crawls atop of what Draco can only assume is his bed.

“You coming then?”

Harry pulls the covers aside and motions to the left side of him so Draco can lay down.

“Uh, y-yeah.”

Draco peals off his robes and throws them into a pile in the corner of the room along with the rest of his clothes and slips in bed aside Harry.

Harry’s stomach dropped at the sight of the scars on Draco’s wrists. He pretended not to notice, be he couldn’t look away, sadness and worry filled Harry’s heart and mind.

Draco seemed to notice Harry staring because he quickly jumped in bed and pulled the blankets over himself.

The bed was quite small, but big enough so only the boy’s arms touched.

Draco and Harry laid awkwardly for a while before Harry thankfully spoke up.

“Draco, why does what those guys say make you break down like that?”

Draco now wished for the awkward silence.

“I- I don’t know.”

Draco answered, looking anywhere except Harry.

“Well surly you don’t believe what they say is true, do you?”

Draco didn’t answer.

Harry turned on his side to face Draco.

“Draco, they’re just trying to get to you, what they say isn’t true.”

Draco stays quiet. He to flips on his side, facing the room’s red walls, refusing to look at Harry. Harry wraps his arms around Draco’s chest and pulls his so his back is pressed against his chest.

Harry takes one of Draco’s wrists and places small kisses to his scars, repeating the same to the other. Draco doesn’t move, enjoying the moment of Harry’s warm body pressed against his and the sweet kisses, he just closes his eyes.

“You’re beautiful, Draco.”

Harry whispers, pulling his arms around and resting his head at the base of the blond’s neck.

“Don’t lie to me, Harry.”

“I’m not lying, I’m telling you the truth, Draco. You’re beautiful, and smart, and funny, unique and brave…”

Harry was still whispering, kissing the back of Draco’s neck after every word he said.

“…your skin is so smooth and beautiful, and your smell is indescribably wonderful- I just want to lay like this forever, and make your scent the only thing I know. You’re hair is so soft I just want to run my fingers through it…”

Harry moved one of his hands up to Draco’s head, running his fingers through it until it got even messier than before, then smoothing it out with his fingers until it laid flat, and running his fingers through it again, never stopping the repeat of his actions.

“…you look absolutely adorable when your flustered, and don’t even get me started when you bite your lip while you’re concentrating.”

Harry let out a small laugh, his breath on Draco’s neck sent shivers up his spine.

Harry continued on, whispering sweet nothings into Draco’s ear until both of their eyes felt heavy.

“… you’re just so- perfect, Draco; I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anyone where to hurt you again.”

Draco was at loss of words, his eyes where glassed over, tears threatening to spill. Draco turned to he was now facing Harry.

Harry’s eyes where closed; he looked so peaceful. Draco shifted so his head was lying on Harry’s chest, listing to the steady beat of his heart.

Harry took his arm and wrapped it around Draco, holding him close, and took Draco’s hand and rested them on the other side of his chest.

“Harry, did you really mean all of those things you said?”

Draco looked up at Harry’s closed eyes.

“Only every word.”

And smile tugged at Harry’s mouth. Draco couldn’t stop himself from smiling either, pink blush spread across his face. It was quiet for a few moments.



Harry lazily mumbled.

“If those guys come back again, will you-”

Draco paused

“-will you stay with me?”

Draco closed his eyes and both of the lovers fell asleep in each others arms after Harry spoke his words-

“Until the very end.”

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Harry Potter Preference - Realising They Smell Something that Reminds Them of You in the Amortentia Potion

Amortentia: Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in existence. It has a different aroma for everyone who smells it, reminding each person of the things that they find most attractive, even if the person doesn’t acknowledge or is unaware of their fondness for the object of their affection themselves.

Draco Malfoy

Draco had just finished Potions class with Slughorn, walking towards the Great Hall quietly as he tried to figure out what that last smell had been in the Amorentia potion. He’d recognised the other smells - all homely ones that made him feel a strange sense of warmth but the last one… a more flowery scent, he had no idea where he’d smelled it before. Maybe it was from when he’d gone to buy flowers with his mother? Maybe something he’d smelled when he was a kid? He just couldn’t quite figure it out. On the way to his seat in the Great Hall, he was startled when you said his name, pulling him out of his trance. 

“What?” he said, his gaze falling on you and you gave him a small smile. 

“I said,” you began, “did you still want me to help you with your transfiguration this year?” 

Before Draco went to answer, he suddenly felt like the whole world froze. He almost didn’t realise that he was smelling that scent from the Amortentia potion that he hadn’t been able to figure it out. 

“Are you alright? It wasn’t meant to be a trick question,” you asked, bringing him back to reality and he struggled to find words to say. 

“I have to go,” was all Draco managed before hurrying out of the Great Hall, not being able to bring himself to believe that he smelled you in what was considered to be a potion of love. 

Fred Weasley

It was typical for Fred and George Weasley to pull pranks on the students and staff at Hogwarts, but this year, the year that Umbridge had her reign over the school, the number of pranks seemed to increase. Umbridge knew it was them but they had a very good way of being able to witness their pranks working out but never being caught. And now, they were just waiting patiently behind a pillar to see Umbridge walk into her prank. 

“We could make love potions,” George said in regards as to what products they should make for their joke shop, “a bunch of people would probably buy ‘em. What did you smell in yours, anyway?” 

Fred shrugged his shoulders, “I dunno. Treacle fudge, pumpkin pasties, some other stuff. Couldn’t even figure out what one of them was.” 

“Wonder why that is?” 

Fred went to turn around to respond but ended up jumping when he saw you standing behind them with your arms crossed, George nearly getting a fright as well at Fred’s sudden jump. 

“Merlin! I thought you were Umbridge,” Fred muttered, running a hand through his hair. 

“You’re lucky I’m not. She’s about to go check to see if you two are in the common room or in your dorm so I’d make a move if I was you,” you told the two of them before walking in the other direction of the common room. 

“Well, where are you going?” George called, watching as you waved your hand dismissively. 

“The library, because I’m actually allowed to be there. I’ll tell you how your prank goes.” 

As you walked off, Fred suddenly poked George, causing him to get another fright. 

“You’ve got to stop doing that,” George grumbled but then raised an eyebrow when he saw Fred’s confused face, “what’s wrong with you?” 

“I just figured out what the smell was. From that stupid potion, I mean.” 

“Alright, so what was it?” 


“(Y/N),” George laughed then realised Fred was being serious, “Merlin, Fred. Good luck with that.” 

George Weasley

“George, (Y/N), you two have a go,” Harry said in his teacher-like way during one of the Dumbledore’s Army meetings as everyone was duelling among themselves. Ginny, Fred and Ron watched from beside George who you were currently walking towards to say good luck to, but as you began to walk, Fred was struck by how confused George seemed. 

“You alright? She said she won’t kick your arse that much,” Fred asked, George shaking his head, seeming in a bit of a daze. 

“It’s not that,” he muttered, “remember that potion from today? The one we smelled?” 

Fred nodded, knowing that George probably didn’t want Ron and Ginny knowing what they were talking about. He knew George was referring to the Amortentia potion - the love potion. 

“Is that really the time to be thinking about that?” 

“It’s not that - it’s just - I think (Y/N)… she was one of the sme-” before George could finish his sentence, he flew back up against the wall from the spell you just yelled out, George having become unaware that the duel between the two of you had meant to have started. Fred, with a large grin on his face, let out one of his most loudest laughs, looking between you and George who was currently on the floor and groaning as you ran towards him. 

“Blimey, George. You got a real winner there,” Fred said loudly, everyone now looking confused at you as you knelt down next George. 

Harry Potter

“Okay, fine, I told you what I smelled now you have to,” Hermione insisted as Harry and her sat together at the library after Potions, Ron having run off to practice for the Quidditch trials. 

“I smelled… treacle tart and a broomstick handle,” Harry shrugged, Hermione now frowning at him. 

“Is that all? Nothing else?” 

“Well,” Harry began, waving you over from the other side of the library when he saw you walk in, “there was something else but I can’t really describe it - or figure out what it was.” 

Hermione hummed a response as you sat down, a smile on your face as you pulled out your books. 

“How was Slughorn?” you asked the two of them, Harry going to answer but stopping suddenly and looking at you as if he had just found out something amazing. 

“What? That good, was he?” you laughed quietly, Hermione shaking her head with a small smile. 

“I don’t think that was it, was it, Harry?”

Harry simply shook his head.

Neville Longbottom

“Amortentia is the strongest love potion in the world,” Luna said to Neville in her usual dreamy tone, “my father once interviewed a man who didn’t smell anything when faced with the potion. It was very amazing, at the time. But it just turned out he couldn’t smell anything at all.” 

Neville gave his friend a smile at this, looking over his homework with his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Well, that’s better than not being able to figure out what you’re smelling. I’ve spent the last hour trying to think about what this one particular smell was and I’ve come up with nothing!” 

Luna nodded, “oh, that’s too bad. Hello, (Y/N). Did you smell the Amortentia potion today in Potions, too?” 

You sat down next to Neville on the grass, glancing over his shoulder at the homework to see if you needed to do any of it yourself. 

“I don’t have Potions till tomorrow. Are we smelling Amortentia?” 

“Just studying it-,” Neville paused, his gaze then going up to you, “have you done something new with your uh- scent today, (Y/N)? New perfume?” 

You raised an eyebrow, “no, why? Do I smell bad?” 

“No, it’s not that… it doesn’t matter…” 

He trailed off, pretending to look back at his homework but really was stuck in confusion. Luna, however, seemed to realise what was happening. 

“Oh, was it (Y/N) you smelled in the potion, Neville?” 

Neville’s face went bright pink. 

Ron Weasley

“Not too hung up about Lavender, are you?” Harry asked teasingly to Ron, the two of them standing out in the corridor as you, Lavender and a bunch of other girls had been walking past to another class, Ron following them with his eyes. 

“Nah mate, it’s not that,” he seemed a bit embarrassed, “that love potion - after I woke up after your chocolates got spiked, I thought that there was something off, and not because it was really intense and whatever, but because I couldn’t figure out what the hell one of the smell was.” 

Harry was confused by this. 

“You’re not still poisoned by it, are you?” 

Ron shook his head, “no, shut up. That’s not what I meant. I think that, you know, for one of the smells that you’re meant to be attracted to and all… I think I smelled (Y/N).” 

Harry snorted, pulling his bag over his shoulder as the two of them got ready to walk to class. 

“No wonder your relationship took a bad turn with Lavender. You were too busy being in love with (Y/N).”