Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I really wanna write an actual long winded fic on something like ao3 about a slytherin being best friends with the golden trio throughout hogwarts but they get the dark mark at the same time as draco and has to help draco but also wants to serve the order
Summary: you get hurt during a Quidditch match, but the wound hurts Draco more than it hurts you
I got inspo for this on TikTok I hate myself
TW: blood, wounds, angst
“Ten points to Gryffindor!” Lee Jordan’s voice rang through the speakers as you furrowed your brows in frustration. The team’s performance was well below par today - yours included. Umbridge’s harsh study regiments meant that you had less and less time to practice, all the while half the team swanned around with Inquisitory Squad badges on their cloaks. If you were hoping to make a career out of Quidditch, you had to knock some sense into Draco and the rest of his cronies or else this would go down as the worst year Slytherin’s Quidditch team had had in decades.
“Get your act together, Draco!” You shouted out as he buried his head in his hands after losing sight of the snitch for the third time this game. He immediately looked up, shooting a spiteful grimace in your direction and flew off towards Harry. Despite being a half-blood and a Slytherin, Draco had always had a vendetta against you. You weren’t sure why - you didn’t associate with Potter, only sometimes joking with the twins, and kept mainly to yourself, only ever speaking to Draco when you had to. In fact, you were always, in some ways, sweet to him; you didn’t go out of your way to flood him with compliments but you had never said anything bad to him before - more than what he could say about you.
You headed back up toward your side of the pitch and waited for someone to bat the quaffle in your direction. Just as you caught it, Angelina Johnson was hot on your tail. You swerved in and out of various players, Draco coming up beside you to your right. “Where’s the snitch?” You quickly asked him, focusing your attention on Oliver Wood who was harbouring one of the hoops. Draco remained silent, instead attempting to blatch you. Assuming it was a mistake, you swerved to the left to move away from him. He moved his broomstick further into yours, causing you to lose balance. “Draco, what are you–”
Before you knew it, you were falling twenty feet to the ground, Lee Jordan’s voice calling out across the stadium. You landed with a snap, immediately feeling a painful burn soaring down the left side of your side. You laid still for a few seconds before you sat up, somehow without any evident broken bones, and looked down at the damage. Your broomstick was snapped in half and you had landed on the jagged bits of wood. There was a bloody tear in your robes where you were clearly wounded but other than that you were fine. “What the bloody hell are you doing?” Marcus Flint asked Draco. Both teams had come back down to the ground to check if you were okay. The crowd looked on in concern but chatted amongst themselves.
“It was an accident Flint!” Draco argued back, looking away. Fred and George knelt down beside you. “You okay to stand, Y/N?” Fred asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he looked you up and down. You nodded your head, allowing the twins to assist you in standing up. You smiled at the two tall boys as you walked over to Marcus.
“I can play if Madam Hooch lets me get a spare broom.” You said, eager to get back up there and continue the game. Marcus raised an eyebrow as he looked down at your bleeding torso. He nodded hesitantly, and you breathed a sigh of relief - besides Marcus, you were the best player on the team and he knew letting you sit out would be surrendering the win, which the team desperately needed to avoid losing the championship.
“Out of my way!” You heard Madam Hooch push through players as she finally got to you. “Were you blatched? I didn’t quite see what happened, dear.” You looked at Draco, biting your lip and shook your head. “No, Professor. It was an accident.” She nodded and looked hesitantly at Angelina, who held her arms up in innocence. “Very well, go and clean up and get a spare broom from the changing rooms. We’ll hold the game for ten minutes. If you don’t think you can continue, we’ll have no choice but to substitute in.” Nodding, you turned away and walked back towards the changing rooms.
Once you were alone, you allowed yourself to wince in pain. You grabbed the first aid kit from the shelf and walked into the bathroom to sort yourself out with the aid of the mirror. Shrugging your cloak off, you lifted up your jersey and stared at the huge gash that was spilling blood. It hurt when you ran your finger over it and you had to bite down on your tongue to avoid crying out in pain - you’d need stitches but Madam Pomfrey would sort you out in no time after the game was over. Tears welled up in your eyes but you wouldn’t let them spill down your cheeks. Your ears were ringing from the pain and your head was clouded as you watched the wound pulsate as you breathed - you didn’t even hear the footsteps echo down the hall.
“I’m fine.” You gutturally choked out as Draco’s face appeared from behind you in the mirror. His facial expression remained solid as he silently walked over and picked up the first aid kit from atop the sink. He looked through the pack, pulling out bandages, alcohol wipes, gauze and a compress. “These will help.” He said, putting them on the side. He looked at your reflection in the mirror, his eyes trailing down to the wound. You saw him wince for a split second before his face turned stone cold again, almost as if you’d imagined it.
“You can leave now.” You tried hard not to let your voice shake. You wouldn’t break down in front of him, especially considering he was the one who blatched you and pushed you off your broom on purpose. You wondered why he had tried and succeeded to hurt you, but another part of you didn’t care - it was probably just because you hurt his masculinity or something. “I don’t know why you’re attempting to help me anyway, you’re the one who put me here.” Your voice was still shaky and you internally branded yourself for it. He nodded his head slightly, quickly turning on his heel and leaving through the open door.
You waited a few seconds before you let yourself cry. The pain was so intense it nearly made you pass out when you cleaned the wound with the wipes. You let out a gutteral cry as you held the compress in place and attempted to wrap the gauze and bandage around your abdomen. You choked out tears and small yelps until you were done.
However, what you hadn’t realised was that Draco was still only just outside of the door. He slouched himself down the wall and onto the floor, holding his head in his hands. Every cry you let out hurt his heart as his eyes welled up. He hadn’t meant to hurt you - he thought that if he gave you a nudge it’d scare you and make you stop calling him out on mistakes he continued making. “I’m so fucking stupid.” He whispered to himself, his own tears slowly running down his cheek as he realised he’d hurt the only girl he loved.
He stood up, wiping his tears and holding his breath as he looked up at the ceiling, something he’d learnt stopped the crying from all the years of being with his father. He left the corridor and made his way back to his friends before you could see him crying over you - after all, he was sure he’d screwed everything up with you by now.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
“Not so fast.” Your head whipped around and met your father’s stern eyes. Accompanied with him was your mother. “Where exactly would you go? You’re fifteen.” You were lost for words.
“Dad you can’t seriously be angry with me–” You begin before being cut off.
“I’m not angry Y/N. I’m disappointed. You know what the Malfoys stand for. You really think Harry will be happy to hear you’re running around with a boy whose parents were responsible for the loss of his family?” Your Dad looked between you and Draco, your mother just stood by his side silently as he let out his anger. “And what about our family?” You shake your head as you let the tears well in your eyes. He was right to be angry with you; your parents stood alongside the Order, fraternising with the enemy would of course have led to your punishment.
“Draco’s different.” You whisper. You look at him for the first time, his head bowed as he stared down at his feet as small tears leaked from his own eyes. You’d never seen him cry before. “I love him. You may not understand but he’s kind, he’s loving. He’s a good person.”
“And you are children. Come on. We’re going home.” Your Dad walks over, grabbing your arm as you resist against his pull. You quickly whip around and reach for Draco’s hand as they gently brush together, your father’s strength significantly more than your own and pulling you away from Draco’s faint touch.
“Home now.” You hear a voice call out from behind Draco; Lucius. His long white hair shone in the light as he threw you a disgusted look. Draco’s eyes streamed faster as he whispered his goodbye.
“I love you.”
You’d been at home now for two weeks. You had sent numerous owls to Harry, Ron and Hermione explaining yourself and writing about a dozen apologies yet had only received a single letter from Hermione, explaining that Harry just needed time and that Ron - of course - was just following suit, claiming Malfoy was a “spoilt git”. Draco, on the other hand, was a different story altogether. You’d heard that he’d already been sent back to Hogwarts by his parents and that he acted as if nothing had changed. A part of you wasn’t surprised - he played his front whilst you were together, nothing really had changed. You knew that for now the radio silence was best.
Your Mum and Dad were still upset with you. They said they had forgiven you and you were due back at Hogwarts on Sunday evening, but you could tell they wouldn’t be trusting you for a long time yet.
“Sweetie,” Your Mother began as you lay in her arms. You were sat in bed reading a book before you went to sleep when your Mum came in, laying down next to you and wrapping her arms around you like she used to when you were a child. “I don’t know what you were doing with Draco but–”
“Mum,” You cut her off. You really didn’t feel like having this conversation right now; you’d already heard it enough from your Dad. “You don’t have to say anything.” Your Mum shook her head, her slender fingers continuing to run through your hair.
“I don’t have the same viewpoint as your Father, Y/N.” Your breath hitched in your throat as you replayed what she said in your mind. Sitting up, you turn to look at her. “I once fell for a Slytherin. Before I became friends with your Father, of course. His name was Oliver Thompson. We dated for over a year and he was amazing. So smart, so loyal and so romantic but he was a bully. He hated the world and he hated anyone who wasn’t a pureblood. It all ended in tears, of course, but he ended up changing his ways. I’m not saying Draco would do the same, but don’t believe exactly what your Father tells you. You’re the master of your own destiny. Just don’t let him break your heart and make sure you’re certain of him before you make any decisions, Y/N.” You stared down at your hands as you thought about what she was saying. Why had she kept this a secret?
You spent the rest of the night and weekend thinking about the conversation until you were getting on the train back to Hogwarts. Dumbledore had promised that Rita Skeeter was no longer allowed at Hogwarts and ensured the topic of your relationship was no longer in circulation.
Harry, Ron and Hermione had welcomed you back with open arms and the four of you acted as if nothing had happened between you and Draco - he wasn’t even brought up. You didn’t see him around school, either.
It remained like that for the rest of the year.
“He’s a death eater, Hermione.” Harry shot, quickly looking down as you pulled your head up from your book. You hadn’t been listening to the conversation in the carriage but Harry’s tone pulled you from your reading.
“What are you three talking about?” You asked, curious now. Ron and Hermione looked between each other before Hermione hesitantly replied.
“Harry thinks that Draco Malfoy is now a death eater.” Your stomach twisted at the mention of his name. Even though the two of you hadn’t talked for two years now, it still hurt to hear his name - you were still upset and angry that he had just managed to move on as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you.
“Hm.” You began, shaking the hurt expression from your face. “I wouldn’t be surprised. His parents are pretty harsh, I mean he told me once–” Hermione widened her eyes at your response and you stopped yourself from continuing, not exactly wanting to re-hash old, painful memories from your nights atop the astronomy tower. “Never mind.” You drew your attention back to the book in your lap, picking up where you left off as you noticed your friends’ conversation drift off into the distance.
The first evening back for fifth year went by so fast; you barely had time to breath as you were being dragged from the hall, to the common room where the annual party had taken place, to your dorm room where you still lay awake. 3am. You sighed, rolling out of bed as you put on your slippers. Thoughts were washing through your mind without giving you a seconds peace. You needed to get some fresh air.
Before you knew it, you were walking up the stairs of the astronomy tower. You knew the way without being caught like the back of your hand - although you didn’t come here as much now as you did a few years ago, you still liked to occasionally watch the stars sparkle in the dark night sky.
A sound stopped you in your tracks however. At first you thought it was the sound of someone laughing but after climbing a few more steps you realised it was someone crying. Deciding whether or not to turn back, you eventually made the last few steps to the top where you saw him.
You’d recognise the pale white hair anywhere; he was wearing his black suit that he seemed to be sporting nowadays, his back faced to you so you saw how ruffled his hair was. Draco’s head was in his palms and his body was shaking with each sob. You’d never seen him cry before, even when you were together.
“Draco?” You whispered, taking a few small steps towards him. He stopped, stood up and turned around, his eyes a sore red as they reflected his pain and his back hunched as if he had lost all hope. “Are you okay?” He shook his head, holding out his arms for you to wrap yourself into his embrace. You were hesitant at first, your anger still residing in your mind as you thought about how he had completely ignored your existence these past years. But you somehow found yourself wrapping your arms around him as he completely broke down on you.
“I can’t do it Y/N.” He spoke in between sobs. “They’re - they’re asking me to kill him. And I can’t do it.” Your heart was in your mouth as you comprehended what he meant. Maybe Harry was right about what he said on the train - but surely Draco wouldn’t choose to become a death eater?
“Who? Who’s asking you to kill?” Draco pulled away, his hands resting on your upper arms as he looked down at you.
“Voldemort. He’s asking me to kill Dumbledore.” Your heart was beating in your ears as tears began to fill your own eyes. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I never meant to hurt you or anyone... I was just trying to do what he wanted me to do. I’m sorry.” You hugged him again, pulling him tight as he cried against your shoulder. You watched the constellations in the sky, remembering how Draco’s eyes used to reflect the stars; now they just reflected his pain. But for one thing you were certain of: you still loved him.
Summary: you and Pansy have drinks in your dorm room and Draco and Blaise catch you
TW: alcohol, swearing, drug use & lingerie (18+)
*I know the girls and boys dorms aren’t in the same area but for the sake of this imagine please pretend they are lol*
The sixth year Slytherin girl’s dorm room had been empty except for you and Pansy, the two of you taking that as an opportunity to have a few drinks - it was a Friday night, after all. You would usually be hanging out with the usual crowd: Theodore, Blaise and Draco but they were having a strict ‘quidditch team only’ drinking session and they made it clear that the two of you weren’t invited; but you and Pansy were determined to make your own party if your respective boyfriends, Draco and Blaise wanted a night to themselves.
It started out with the two of you putting up the red LED’s you had found in a muggle store at home up around the room and then sneaking into the boys’ room to steal a bottle of fire whiskey which you knew Blaise kept under his bed. “Who needs guys anyway?” Pansy slurs as she gulps down another shot of the hard liquor. You laughed as you heard her comment over the loud music that was playing from the speaker in the corner: an upbeat sultry song was blasting out. “Girls can have fun by themselves.”
Standing up, she moves over to her set of drawers at the side of her bed, pulling out a red lacy set of lingerie. You eye her as your head spins slightly from the amount of drink you had consumed. She picks the set up, shimmying out of her black dress. “Are we putting on sexy lingerie, Pan?” You question and she mumbles back a ‘yes’. Laughing, you stand up and head over to your own drawers, the bottle in your hand as you take a few swigs.
Sifting through the small drawer you finally find your sexiest set: a black bodysuit that exposed way too much but you didn’t care. This was a girls’ party. You stepped into it once you had removed your clothing, checking yourself out in the mirror. “I’d fuck me!” You exclaim, turning to Pansy who also looks incredibly good in her set.
“I’d fuck you too.” She winks, turning up the volume on the speaker before grabbing the bottle from your hand, taking a long drink as she dances on you. You were so drunk you were into it. The two of you ran your hands up each other, grinding and drinking as you got more and more into the sultry songs that were ringing out.
As you went to take another drink, you saw two figures standing in the doorway. “Looks like we have fans.” You whispered into Pansy’s ear as you locked eyes with the blonde boy, visibly enjoying the view. You bit your lip and took another swig as Pansy turned around in your arms, now facing you and you both danced against each other.
“Fancy a smoke?” The blonde boy asked his friend sat next to him. Blaise nodded, the two of them heading up the stairs to the dorm rooms to retrieve the spliff. Loud music suddenly cut through the silence as they clearly walked through the silencing charm.
“What the fuck?” Blaise questioned as the two boys gave each other curious looks. “It’s coming from Y/N’s dorm.” He continued as Draco saw the dark red light shining out into the corridor. They both inched forward until they were stood in the doorway of your room.
“Holy shit..” Draco mumbled, shifting his weight on his feet as he saw you and Pansy grinding against each other. You looked so fucking hot in your little black lacy number, your Y/H/C hair falling in loose curls over your shoulders. His eyes brushed over your every curve, the way your arse looked as you danced... he felt blood rush to his pants and the two of you hadn’t even noticed they were there until you looked up and caught Draco’s intense gaze. You bit your lip, took another drink and whispered something into Pansy’s ear. She giggled, looking up and locking eyes with Blaise. He gulped. Pansy shifted around, the two of your continuing to dance together. Draco and Blaise watched on intently, waiting to see what their girlfriends would do next. Slowly, you and Pansy leaned in and began to make out.
“Fucking hell that’s so hot.” Blaise commented, clearing his throat as he readjusted his pants. Draco was so lost in what he was watching, you, his girlfriend, kissing Pansy as he and Blaise watched. Fuck. “Is it weird that I’m not at all jealous, but turned on?” Blaise daren’t take his eyes off of what was unfolding in front of him, neither did Draco.
“I’m so going to fuck her for this.” His words fell out as they both stepped through the door into the room, closing it behind them.
Heyy, can you please write a part 2 for rita skeeter??
Hey! I know it’s been such a long time coming, but last night I actually started writing part 2! I’m hoping to get it up in the next week or so, if you want to be tagged when it’s up just like this post!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
If I was to do a follow up to Harry Doesn’t Know, what would you all like to happen? Send in your ideas to my inbox or reply to this post - I’m not really sure where I could take it so would be really interesting to see the directions you’d all want it to go!! :))
A/N: I’m back bitchessssss! I lost so much motivation to write anything, and plus I went backpacking for 6 months so was off the grid. I hope you’re all staying safe x
based off of this song by lustra <3
Summary: You’re dating Harry but good friends with Draco. When Harry stops paying so much attention to you during 5th year, you begin to turn to Draco...
It started with a kiss. You’d sneak out and meet Draco in the dead of night at the astronomy tower and the two of you would talk until the sunrise would begin to clamber it’s way upon the peaks of the hills on the horizon, the dark sky turning a sickly pink. Over recent weeks the conversation typically turned to the blonde haired boy consoling you over your heartache at Harry’s blatant disinterest in you lately. Having been friends with Draco since third year potions, he was surprisingly good at giving advice - or maybe it was simply his dislike towards Harry that made him see things from your point of view. Though you couldn’t help that thinking that with Draco, it seemed easier. The two of you got on so well it seemed you were always waiting for something to go wrong. But it never did: if anything, you were always becoming closer. Draco was there for you when you needed him.
“It’s getting late,” He whispered, rubbing his hands together as you listened to the birds chime. You nodded your head as, once again, sadness filled with you at having to say goodbye to Draco. Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest knew about your friendship but they didn’t know how deep it went. You and Draco would smile to each other whilst passing in the hallway but you weren’t publicly on a talking basis which just made everything feel so much more lonely. “I can tell you’re tired.” Draco’s hand rested on your leg which lay next to his. Heat radiated throughout your body from his touch - you remembered how gentle the touch was, how it felt so much more than Harry’s touch. And then, you were leaning over and placing your lips against Draco’s lips. They moved in synchronisation and nothing felt wrong, like you’d have expected if you were kissing someone other than your boyfriend; you’d be lying if you said that your feelings for Harry hadn’t began to slip away since he became more preoccupied with assembling Dumbledore’s Army.
Pulling away, you bit your lip. “Sorry.” You mumbled, looking down to notice that your hand had become intertwined with his. His fingers played with yours, shaking slightly, as he formed a response.
“Don’t be. Potter’s mad to be acting distant. If it were me, I wouldn’t be able to stop kissing you.” You could barely hear him over the pounding of your heart against your eardrums but nonetheless you couldn’t hide the smile that was pouring onto your lips. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
It had been a few weeks since the kiss, and you and Draco hadn’t spoken about it. It was another night where you were alone in the Gryffindor common room when Harry and Cho, followed by the rest of your friends, came sauntering in with a crowd of laughter. Smiling, you got up to greet your boyfriend. As you made your way over to him you couldn’t help but overhear the conversation by him and the Ravenclaw. “I’m so proud of you, Cho. You were great today.” You rolled your eyes - you hadn’t been attending his meetings for a few weeks because Umbridge had you tutoring some younger years every evening - you dared say no in case she’d put you in detention again and Draco theorised that it was because you were Harry’s girlfriend - if you weren’t helping with the so-called army then the group would be smaller. You were sure Harry would hardly have even noticed your absence if it weren’t for Hermione bringing it up.
“Thanks Harry. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t know any of this.” Cho replied, smiling up at him as they shared an exchange. Taking in a deep breath you walked closer and slid your hand in Harry’s. He jumped slightly, his hand retreating as a reflex. His face softened when his eyes met yours. Letting out a small chuckle, Harry’s hand hesitantly found it’s way back to yours as Cho turned around to talk to the bigger group, leaving the two of you alone.
“I’ve missed you.” You whispered, pulling him into a hug. Harry’s arms wrapped around your torso. “You never seem to talk to me much anymore.” You pulled away and watched Harry’s expression. It remained blank.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Y/N. Voldemort is still out there and I need to make sure I’m prepared. I can’t have any distractions.” He replied apathetically. Immediately you had felt your heart ache; you knew he had a lot on his plate but he should surely spare some time for you - you were his girlfriend, and had been for some time.
“So I’m a distraction.” You said and Harry’s face twisted to a frown. Sighing, you dropped your hand from his and headed for the exit of the common room: you knew Slytherin were holding a small party - Draco had invited you to it earlier on in the week and you had never given him a solid yes or no answer. If Harry didn’t have time for you, you’d visit the one person that did.
Knowing you were going to be the only non-Slytherin at the party, dread suddenly washed throughout you. Just because you were friends with Draco didn’t necessarily give you a pass from snide comments, did it? You were sure that one silly insult and you’d break down into a puddle of tears; you were only headed to this stupid party to see him and hopefully cheer yourself up, and what with it being a Saturday night, you wiped the tears that had absentmindedly fallen down your cheeks, and decided you were going to have some fun.
Once you had found yourself in the dungeon, some first years had let you into the common room and the silencing charm had seemed to work perfectly - as soon as you were past the entrance, loud music was engulfing the entire room as crowds of students were sat laughing and chatting loudly. Your eyes scanned the room, catching a few glares aimed in your direction before eventually resting on the blonde boy laughing at one of Blaise’s jokes. He hadn’t seen you enter, nor had he seen your face blush a dark shade of red at the butterflies that were filling your entire being at seeing him.
You made your way over to him, smiling as you noticed he still hadn’t seen you. You placed your hand on his back, making him jump slightly. “Get your–” He began before he realised it was you, his face melting into the biggest smile you’d ever seen. “Y/N, you came! Come here!” He spoke loudly as he pulled you into an almost painful hug, lifting you off your feet as he leaned backwards so that you both fell onto the plush leather couch. Heads turned your way and Blaise just chuckled at Draco’s evident excitement, him still not letting you go. “I’m so happy.” He whispered in your ear as he slurred his words slightly. He gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as you both laid in silence for a few more seconds, just catching Pansy mutter something under her breath.
“As happy as I am to see you so clearly ecstatic, I think that maybe you’re a little drunk.” You chuckled as you both got up and brushed yourselves off. Draco still hadn’t taken his hand from the small of your back as he began introducing you to his group.
“Y/N, this is Zabini, Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle. Everyone, this is Y/N.” He explained as he formally introduced you. Smiling to them, you knew you didn’t need introductions - of course you already knew who they were. Your cheeks began to burn with fire as Draco’s hand moved down to the exposed skin between your shirt and jeans, his fingers moving in small circles that made your insides light on fire as your mind shot back to the kiss you both had shared just a few weeks prior.
“I didn’t know you were friends.” Crabbe trailed on, scratching his head slightly. You laughed, elbowing Draco in the ribs.
“If that’s what you can call it.” You replied, making everyone laugh. You bit your lip, debating whether or not you should continue with your train of thought. Shrugging it off, you did anyway. “The Gryffindor common room was dead - everyone was swooning over Harry so I thought I’d check out how you guys party.” Blaise punched the air, laughing.
“I’m so glad you said that!” He laughed, ruffling Draco’s hair as the boy continued to rub patterns into your skin. “Come on Y/N, we’re getting you a drink.” You turned to Draco as he nodded in the direction of Zabini, indicating you should follow him. Blaise led you to a large table filled with various bottles of liquor, his hands falling upon one of the many bottles of firewhiskey before pouring it into a clean plastic cup. “Tell me when to stop.” He said with a smile as he began to follow it up with some cola. You told him to stop when there was about half and half. His eyebrows shot up as he handed you the drink and you drank it all down, chuckling as he poured you out another.
You spent the most part of the evening dancing with Draco, occasionally joining the rest of his group for a few drinking games. You’d played most of them in your own Gryffindor parties but the Slytherins particularly seemed to favour truth or dare. “Truth or dare?” Theodore Nott asked you when the bottle rested in your position. You thought it over for a few seconds before deciding on truth. “Okay,” He began, smiling as he thought of what to ask. “How good is famous Potter in bed?”
You felt your cheeks blush as you thought of how to reply. “Don’t be a twat.” Draco warned Nott, clearly noticing your hesitation. You shot Draco a smile.
“It’s fine. Um, considering I don’t have any other experience, he’s alright?” You reply, shrugging. It was true - although you and Harry had only ever actually had sex a few times, he wasn’t bad as far as you thought. He had never managed to get you off but you supposed that was just because you’d been each other’s firsts.
Blaise flexed, “I can show you how good it can really be.” He mentioned with a wink, Draco immediately shifting from his sitting position to standing up.
“Right, that’s it. Come on, Y/N.” He said quickly, grabbing your hand and tugging you up. You grabbed the two cups that held your drinks as you nodded to everyone, all seeming to be in hysterics from Draco’s reaction. Draco’s hand held yours as he tugged you away from the still-bustling party. You followed him down the cold stone steps hidden away from the main room and down into a series of corridors. You wondered where exactly you were going but you also didn’t really care. Suddenly, you were in a room filled with 5 four poster beds identical to the ones in the Gryffindor dorms - you were in Draco’s room.
You followed him as he sat down on a bed, patting the soft space next to him. Smiling, you handed him his drink as you took the space. “Did he annoy you?” You ask finally, a slight smile playing on his lips. Draco bites his lip before he takes a drink.
“Blaise knows how I feel about you, he was acting like such a prick.” He mumbled. You barely caught what he said but when you did you choked on your drink, Draco looking up at you with concern in his eyes.
You thought it over for a while, wondering what that meant. “How do you feel about me?” You ask, knowing that deep down you knew the answer and you knew you felt the same. Your eyes lock for what seemed like forever before he scooted closer. His hand rested underneath your chin as Draco leaned in and his lips locked on yours like they did only a few weeks ago - this time though, there was a lot more urgency. You kissed him back with the same passion, the only thought running through your head was how good his lips felt and how badly you wanted to take it further.
Your hands found their way to his shirt as you pulled it up over his head, pushing him back so that you could straddle him as you kissed him. His lips moved to your neck where they sucked sweetly, making you moan. You weren’t worried that anyone would walk in - the party was still far from over. Draco pulled off your shirt too, staring in admiration as he took you in. “You’re gorgeous.” He whispers before continuing his kiss, letting his hands wonder over your body before landing on your bra, unclasping it. Your thoughts melted away and all you could think about was how perfect this moment was. You weren’t hurt over Harry, you weren’t thinking about Voldemort, or Umbridge, or homework, you were thinking about Draco.
Days had passed since the night you’d spent with Draco and it had been impossible to wipe the smile from your face, even Harry had seemed to notice. “What’s got you so happy?” Ron laughed as he bit into another slice of toast and all attention had turned to you. Your eyes broke away from staring at Draco from the other side of the hall and they scanned the faces of your friends.
“Is it a crime for a girl to be happy?” You chimed, rolling your eyes. Harry sent a small smile your way. He’d already apologised for the comment he’d made before the party and had explained how he’d been stressed. You told him not to worry about it and that it was nothing - he knew it wasn’t nothing but he had already apologised and didn’t want to bring it up again: if you appeared happy, he didn’t want to take it any further.
And that’s how the next few months went; you and Harry had all but left each other alone, meanwhile your head was filled with the Slytherin Prince. Sneaking out to meet him on his Inquisitorial night watch, catching him in free periods, making use of the free time you had suddenly seemed to be granted by Umbridge whilst Harry mentored your peers in the Room of Requirement - you even found yourself making up excuses that you weren’t hungry so that you could pass on dinner just to go and see Draco. You were doing all you could do just to be close to him - he was like a drug, which was why you couldn’t bring yourself to feel guilty for cheating on Harry. He barely even acknowledged you nowadays and the both of you pretty much knew that the relationship was coming to an end.
“Are you okay?” Hermione had asked you one evening. You were sat on your bed, scribbling away on a piece of parchment your potions essay. You looked up, confusion lacing your face. Hermione looked around the room, biting her lip. “Do you not think Harry’s been a bit cold to you recently?” You sighed, setting down your quill.
“Yes, but I think that’s just because we’ve both grown apart.” You reply. You were still just as involved in your friend group as usual, now even attending some DA meetings. Hermione’s lips turned down into a frown, her shoulders dropping.
“You like someone else.” She commented and your cheeks heated up as you contemplated how she could possibly know. Even worse, what would she do if she knew who it was?
“How did you–” You begin but you’re cut off.
“I’m not angry, Y/N. Anyone can tell that someone with a boyfriend so dim shouldn’t be that happy all the time.” Hermione replied, a small smile on her lips. “We’ve all been friends for so long though. Just don’t break Harry’s heart.” You rolled your eyes, flopping back down onto your bed.
“I think Harry’s more interested in Cho Chang than getting a broken heart, ‘Mione.” You replied casually. She snorted, picking up the book she had been reading before talking to you.
“Maybe you’re right.”
You laid down with your head on Draco’s chest, watching the stars dance in the sky from the view atop the astronomy tower. Your conversation with Hermione from only a few hours ago was still playing in your thoughts. Don’t break Harry’s heart. What if he already broke yours? It had been a while since you’d even really thought about Harry in a romantic way and at least a fortnight since you’d last exchanged a kiss. Your heart didn’t have room for him anymore, and you were still waiting for the right time to tell him out loud, even if it did feel more like the both of you had an unspoken conversation that involved some sort of break up.
Maybe you were some heartless monster for not feeling guilty for cheating on Harry with Draco Malfoy, of all people. He understands me. You argued in your head. Draco’s the only person that’s ever fully got me. And that’s when it hit you like a tonne of bricks in the face.
“I think I love you Draco.” You suddenly blurted out. He smiled in the darkness, his head spinning from happiness.
pixelskylines
jbbartram-illu
titsay
yousharknotpass
germansingergirl
areudirty
dededos