IloveDaddy

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Young! Severus Snape x F! Reader / You

Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 4 - Stalking. Severus is in love with you from afar. Severus is also very good at legilimency. You show a tiny bit of interest by helping him out in class and he loses a little more of his self-control.

Tags: Stalking, P in V, Unprotected sex, Oral sex (f receiving, a LOT of it), Very dubious consent, Mind manipulation / control, Brainwashing, Improper use of legilimency, Toxic relationships, Yandere Snape, Creepy perverted behaviour, Fantasising, Implied loss of virginity, Self-blaming.

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!!

Word count: 3.7k

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Authors note: Severus in this fic is written to be a walking red flag, don't seek this kind of relationship irl!! I started to get a headache toward the end of writing this, sorry if it's noticeable in the writing!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

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Lucius is pompous and arrogant, he's a pure-blood who believes he's above everyone else and in a way he is. Power is something that Lucius is use to having, something he's always had since he was attending Hogwarts, and even before then. He has the money, the power, and the means to take what he wants and to ensure that he keeps it.

All the power and entitlement that Lucius has grown up with will make him become extremely controlling in his obsession. He'll have a say in where you go, what you do, who you talk to and even so much as what you wear. This behavior goes for a platonic or romantic obsession, bleeding through to either scenario.

Lucius loves having any form of control over anyone, especially you, no matter what it may be. He loves being the one whose word means everything in the end.

You'll have to have Lucius' permission to do even the simplest and smallest tasks, he wants complete and utter control over you, what you do and so much as what you think. He wants everything that you can give him and more. He's selfish and he couldn't care less about your feelings or more importantly anyone else's.

Even though he is selfish, Lucius still holds more attachment to you then anyone else. He does care about you, whether platonic or romantic, and he isn't going to let anyone come between the two of you. He'll be damned if anyone even tries.

Putting aside Lucius' controlling behavior, he's also just as possessive when it comes to you. He wants your time, your attention, everything all on him and he doesn't want anyone else to have any piece of you whatsoever. He hates having other people so much as look at you, they should be grateful that he even allows them such a courtesy. (Even with his possessiveness, I could see Lucius and Narcisss sharing an obsession. Or Lucius and Snape sharing one possibly.)

Lucius is pretty self-aware in his obsession, in the way it makes him think and act out, but he doesn't really care on way or another about it. All he knows is that he wants you and he wants to keeps you. You'll become his prized possession, the most important thing to him.

If you're muggleborn, Lucius will be in complete denial about your blood-status. He would even go as far as to make up a story about you being from an important, powerful pure-blood family, hella make it so no one could fact check it if they wanted to. As much as he cares about you, he can't sully the Malfoy name in any way, shape, and or form.

Speaking of which, if Lucius was romantically obsessed with a muggleborn/muggle I could see him still marrying Narcissa and having Draco, keeping the family pure-blood. All the while keeping you with him, under the same roof as his family. Maybe Narcissa and Draco hate it, loathing you, or maybe they've fallen into this dynamic. Maybe that's where Narcissa's own obsession with you comes into play?

I could also see Lucius treating his muggle obsession as a pet of sorts, fueling his possessiveness and controlling behavior. He'd get them a pretty, expensive collar that he'll always have around their neck, spellbound so you or no one else can take it off, only he can. He'll expect them to be his loyal pet, by side and never to stray.

Punishments are bound to happen, but never unnecessarily. Lucius really only punishes you when he sees fit, using whatever magic he can to ensure you learn your lesson and act accordingly. If he has to, Lucius will even use some of the much darker and frowned upon magic he knows of to make sure that you're more submissive and docile.

He's not particularly sadistic, especially with you, but that doesn't mean he can't be. When in his obsessed state of mind he's a complete different person compared to his much more sane self. It would really depend on what you did for him to start taking satisfaction in your punishments, otherwise he's perfectly fine being as sadistic as he wants to be with anyone else other than you.

It would really depend but overall they would treat their Muggle!Darling as more of a paramour rather than a pet. Only opting to treat their darling as a pet when in the company of other purebloods to save face and whatnot but after those people are gone it’s back to treating their darling like the treasure they truly are.

Lucius and Narcissa (mainly Lucius) bragging about having a pet muggle now only for everyone else to come to the realization of just how wrapped around the muggle’s finger both of them are, as well as Draco. If anything the muggle!darling is the one who has two pet pure-bloods at their beck and call.

Lucius casually telling Draco how meaningless muggles are as he and Draco style Muggle!Reader’s hair while Narcissa picks out their outfit for the day. Lucius casually telling Draco how incredibly reputation plummeting it is as a pureblood to be involved with or have any interactions with muggles whatsoever while shopping for Muggle!Reader’s birthday presents. Lucius casually telling Draco he hates all muggles while he and Narcissa lovingly give affection to Muggle!Reader while the Reader plays with Draco’s hair as he lays his head on their lap.

Draco would just be absolutely so confused but also so understanding all the same. Like yes muggles are terrible and have no worth among the wizarding world but also his family’s Muggle!darling is the only exception and should be treated with nothing but love and adoration by them. Like, yes it’s okay to refer to Granger as a ‘Mudblood’ and diss her for her muggle upbringing then immediately write to Muggle!Reader about how much he loves and misses them while he’s attending school. It oddly enough makes sense to him and seems to work for his family and their darling.

Meanwhile, Muggle!Reader has actually been biding their time to be able to leave behind and get away from this deranged wizarding family who has so lovingly forced them into taking part of their delusion. They’ve had to bite their tongue as they’ve sat by and listened to their ‘lovers’ flat out shit talk the rest of ‘mugglekind’ while proceeding to worship the Reader themself in the same breath.

Yandere Harry Potter boys x reader who sleeps around.

warnings: yandere, kinda talking about smut here since the reader sleeps around, mentions of killing, locking the reader away. I tried my best, but I think this is bad, so uh yeah. Btw, If i forgot any warnings please let me know.

Harry Potter

When he first found out, he was shocked. You? The love of his life sleeps around? He would be mad, not at you, but to the guys you slept with. He thinks that they put some sort of "spell" or seduced you. He may make them get in trouble by accusing them of something and making them lose house points, even better if they get expelled.

Ronald Weasly

He might be jealous and ignore you for a whole week, but he's not mad at you... He's just angry that it wasn't him but them. He probably would do the same thing as what Harry did, get them in trouble, even better if they get expelled. He just wants you all to himself.

Draco Malfoy

He would be very jealous, very...very...VERY jealous. His second purpose in his life would be making the guys you slept with suffer, first being getting to be with you. He would bully them, not just calling them names but actually hurting them. He does not care if the guy you slept with is also a Slytherin; he will make them suffer. He would make them suffer so much that the only thing they could do to escape him is to leave. If they don't...Well I guess he just has to kill them.

Cedric Diggory

He would so sad; this poor boy would be so sad that he would never be your first, he was saving himself for you after all. He will get over it eventually, he just might hold a grudge for the guys you slept with...If he sees any of them in the hallway, he would do something to embarrass them, like making them slip, or maybe make them drink a sleeping spell so that they will sleep in class and lose house points, and the best part, no one will suspect it was him since he is such a "perfect" golden boy!

Neville Longbottom

He would cry. He does not really know what to do but tries to make you get with him. He will give the guys you slept with the most the biggest glare, turning away in embarrassment only if he gets caught. He would keep on sending you love letters and put his initials on the bottom of the letter so that you would know it was from him. He would not really do anything, but he would get really clingy.

Tom Riddle

Just start running at this point. He would be very angry. I headcannon him as a virgin(sorry, but I just do). I don't know, the look in his eyes just gives me virgin vibes for some odd reason. Anyways, he would be livid since it was supposed to be him, only him. He had never loved before; all he had in his mind was to kill, until you came along. He decided that you were destined to be with him, his other half. He never really thought about sex, but ever since you, it just sparked something inside of him. He saved himself for you, and this is what he gets? Finding out that you slept with other people? No, that was not supposed to happen. He would kill them, all of them. No hesitation at all. Would he be mad at you? No, but he will lock you up forever so that you will never do it again with anyone besides him.

Part One Part Two

           Narcissa hadn’t been entirely accurate when she had told Draco to take you to your room that first day. You had discovered that quickly enough, when Draco had carried you, ropes and cords still wrapped around you. No, you did not have your own room in Malfoy Manor, though you supposed that you shouldn’t really be surprised. People who saw you and your apparent kind as little more than wild animals to be tamed into pets weren’t exactly likely to respect your privacy, after all. But still, you couldn’t help but long for even the smallest possible piece of solitude, especially at times like this.

           The Malfoys, you had swiftly learned, loved order, and they absolutely loved routine. Draco apparently took after his parents—in that matter and many others—meaning that your life was now broken up into small, predictable pieces, scheduled so thoroughly that you practically feel the pattern crush you under its weight. Between your walks, your naps, story time, and your music and painting lessons, you were almost kept too busy to even think. According to Draco though, you didn’t really need to think. All you needed supposedly was to listen to him and his family and act the perfect, docile little pet he knew that you were deep down.

           It was around ten o’clock in the night at the moment, and in the Malfoy household that meant one thing for you: bath time. That part of your routine was by far your least favorite, not that Draco particularly cared. As long as he got to undress you each and every night, able to take his time cleaning and caressing you, he was perfectly content. So there you were, trying in vain to wear the frothy bubbles as makeshift clothes as you avoided your former friend’s gaze.

           “…and so Mother helped me to pick out the proper soap and shampoo and things for you,” Draco was saying, his voice impossible to ignore no matter how hard you tried. “It took nearly an hour to pick all of them out, but I believe they will more gentle on your skin and hair than the others.” Kneeling just outside the bath, Draco scrubbed you softly, making sure to wash every last inch of your skin. He was focused on your back at the moment, having already done your arms and legs, but you knew what was to come next.

           “I will have to check over your skin especially carefully for the next few days though,” Draco continued, unconcerned by your lack of response. “And I hope that there won’t be any whining about that on your end,” he added with a patronizingly stern look towards you.

           “But can’t I simply—”

“No. You know perfectly well that everything I do, I do to take care of you. You simply can’t do it on your own, you ought to be thankful that you have a wizard who cares about you.”

“But I—” Sighing exasperatedly at your attempt to keep arguing, Draco reached into his pocket, pulling out his wand and muttering a word you no longer needed to hear clearly to understand was the incantation for the silencing spell. Each time you “spoke out of turn,” as Draco put it, you could count on being magically muzzled, not given your voice back until Draco believed that you had earned it. And the only way to do that, you knew, was by cooperating.

And so, when Draco grasped your shoulders to turn your face towards him (right on schedule, you couldn’t help but think to yourself), you didn’t struggle as you had previous times. Instead, you simply did your best to focus on the rest of the bathroom behind your captor. With its shining marble floors and rather enchanting stained glass ceiling depicting the heavens, the bathroom provided a fair amount of distraction. Watching a thin cloud passing over the full moon, you were almost able to ignore the feeling of Draco running his hands over your breasts. Yet you couldn’t block out the sensation entirely, meaning that you still felt it as his fingers lightly grazed your vulnerable chest, tracing unknown patterns over your nipples. The feeling was so incredibly gentle that the soft sigh that escaped your lips was merely instinct, although that certainly didn’t stop Draco from smirking at his perceived victory.

“Look at me while I bathe you,” he suddenly ordered, his need to drink you in too powerful to ignore any longer. Reluctantly, you lifted your gaze towards that of your captor, heart breaking for the umpteenth time when you saw the face of someone you had thought to be your friend staring back at you. Draco’s eyes glittered with obsession and longing when your eyes met his own, with him utterly sure of himself that he was doing the right thing by taking care of you. He just wished that he could make you understand that.

“That’s better,” he purred darkly. “You know, you truly have improved tremendously since I first brought you home. Of course you have always been a treasure, so beautiful and bright, especially when compared the beasts who dared call you their kin. But over these past few weeks, with the proper nourishment, enrichment, and training that only a worthy, pureblooded wizard like myself can provide, you have begun positively flourishing. There are still some improvements to be made, but overall I have been thrilled with your progress. I’m certain that soon enough you will be thoroughly tamed.”

Draco’s condescending words echoing in your ears, you tried to summon the anger, the utter rage that you had once felt towards him and his prejudice. But as you combed through the dregs of your emotions, all that you were able to muster was a sad resignation. You had heard him say such things countless times, and never before had fury ever helped, so you supposed its absence didn’t truly matter. Even as Draco drained the tub, lifting you out of it and setting you on the cool floor to towel you off, you didn’t bother glaring at him as you had previous nights. In fact, you couldn’t even muster the spiteful energy to attempt to cover your bare body or grab the towel yourself. No, all you could do was stand there, much to Draco’s delight.

Mouth curling upwards in a small but genuine smile, Draco thanked Merlin that you were doing better as your bath ended, without too much fussing or fighting. He never particularly enjoyed punishing you, after all, although he knew that it was for your own good. As much as you were so far above the rest of Mugglekind, you had still picked up several bad habits from those animals, meaning that Draco had to help you correct them. It was difficult to remain patient at times, the option to simply brew a love potion or cast the Imperius curse tempting him, but it would be worth it in the end. The hardest things to accomplish were the most worthwhile, Draco reminded himself. And when he thought of you completely docile and dependent on him, gazing at him, your savior, with genuine love in your eyes, Draco knew that he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Lifting up your arms for you, Draco tried to ignore the growing tightness in his trousers, the sight of you so exposed vulnerable before him almost too much for him to take. He refused to resort to the kind of barbaric methods that Muggles were known for, after all, he was still trying to show you that he was better than them. Although, he thought as he pulled your dark green nightgown over your silky skin (woven from hair from a unicorn foal, only the finest for his darling pet), you were certainly making it difficult for him. But, Draco reassured himself as he climbed into bed, holding you tightly in his arms, you would fall under his spell eventually. You didn’t have a choice.

Request: Yandere! Draco Request Hey there! I’ve been following your work for a while now and I have to say I love the content you post! If you’re up for doing anything harry potter related, would you consider writing a short about a yandere!Draco who caught feelings for a (preferably female) muggle at a young age and feels conflicted because his family has always preached that muggles are so beneath wizards–“Like animals.” but it gets him thinking about how animals can be pets still and he’s able to convince his parents to take her in as one. Maybe that relationship would change if his muggle turned out to be a muggle-born witch instead, but they wouldn’t figure that out until they were closer to hogwarts age.

So I don’t really write about little kids as yanderes, so like with my recent Damian Wayne piece I’m keeping Draco around high school age for this. Specifically, he first met the reader when he was a young kid but didn’t really get obsessed with her until years later. Also, I started writing this and I couldn’t stop and I’ve still got a ton of ideas for it (but also I want to go to bed) so I’m making this into a multipart fic! Hope you all enjoy!

Part Two Part Three

           When Draco first met you, he didn’t know what you were. How could he? He was only nine years old at the time, and he had never even met a Muggle before. From everything his mother and father had told him about the creatures, he had always pictured Muggles as permanently covered in dirt, with knotted hair and yellow teeth. They would have raspy, guttural voices, more like that of a dog than of a proper human being. Not that they would actually speak all that much, of course. No, most of what came from their mouths would be animalistic snorts and growls. Looking back, it was easy to see how his child’s imagination had exaggerated the things his parents and their friends had told him. He was too young to grasp the subtleties of the differences between your two groups, filling in and stretching things with a child’s extremism. And besides, it wasn’t as if anyone bothered to correct him.

           So when Draco stumbled upon you that summer day, he naturally assumed that you were a young witch who must live nearby. You may not have been wearing robes as he was, but then again, he knew of several pureblood families who didn’t insist that their children wear robes at all times. His parents did, of course, but the Malfoys had a reputation to protect. But even some similarly aligned families were flexible these days, especially when their young children were simply at home, playing outside and liable to get dirty.

           Draco had been wandering his family’s grounds, a common pastime for him when he didn’t have lessons with his tutor or when neither Crabbe nor Goyle were visiting. It was a beautiful day, one he didn’t want to spend inside the manor. At some point though, he must have unwittingly walked past the wards, his Malfoy blood allowing him to cross them as he pleased. Draco didn’t even notice though, simply assuming that he had walked further than he had previously. But he certainly noticed when he spied you playing in a creek.

           You were alone, like him, but you didn’t seem to mind. No, you were laughing joyously, splashing about in the shallow water. Even then, at that age, Draco found himself thinking that he had never heard someone laugh like you, so pure and carefree. He merely watched for a moment, wanting to join you but unsure how to ask. After all, all of the friends he had were the children of his parents’ friends, brought over for play dates and shared lessons. He didn’t really know where to start on his own. Thankfully though, you didn’t seem to have such reservations.

           “Hi!” you shouted, waving at him.

           “Hello,” Draco answered back. “What are you doing?”

           “Looking for pretty rocks, wanna help?”

           “Okay,” he said, joining you in the ankle-deep water.

           Draco spent the rest of the afternoon with you, and he would have been happy to keep playing with you, but you said that you had to get home for dinner. By the time he got back to the manor, he realized that he must have passed through the wards, something he wasn’t supposed to do without supervision. Draco didn’t want to get in trouble, and he definitely didn’t want to be forbidden from meeting you tomorrow like he promised.

           “Hello dear,” Mother said to him, smiling in amusement at the sight of his dirty robes. “Did you have fun today?”

           “Yes, I found some rocks.” Holding out his hand, he showed her the ones he had brought home, and she ruffled his hair lovingly.

           Draco spent the rest of the summer this way, meeting you every day he possibly could. You were unlike any of his other friends, so unabashedly open and friendly, not at all snobbish or reserved. And unlike Crabbe and Goyle, you weren’t merely a follower either. The two of you became incredibly close during that time, so when Draco was about to leave on a two-week holiday to France, he found himself reluctant to leave. He was only nine though, so he didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter. And to make matters worse, you had previously revealed that you were spending the summer with your grandparents, as you did every year, so by the time he returned, you would be gone.

           By the time summer returned, he was worried that you might not come back. So much could have happened after all, your plans could have easily changed. When he found you waiting for him by that same creek then, he was grinning from ear to ear. Another summer passed, and it was as if you two hadn’t even been apart. He still didn’t reveal your existence to his parents though. They controlled so much of his life, he just wanted this one part to remain his own.

           When the next summer began though, his last one before he would begin attending Hogwarts, Draco finally decided to tell his parents about you. You were his age, after all, and he was sure that you would be going to Hogwarts as well, so Draco wished to see if perhaps you could to Diagon Alley with him. At the back of his mind he was somewhat concerned that you might be from a unsuitable family, whether too poor or aligned with blood traitors, so he concluded that it would be best to start with his mother. Even if you were from an undesirable background, if he got his mother on his side, she could surely convince his father to let the two of you remain friends. After all, you couldn’t help who your parents were, and he and his family could be a good influence on you. But when he finally told his mother about his years-long friendship with you, things turned out far worse than he ever could have imagined.

           “A—a muggle?”

           “Yes, Draco,” his mother replied stiffly.

           “She can’t be a muggle! She’s—she’s not like them at all!” Draco cried.

           “There are no other wizarding families near our home, Draco. Not even half-bloods.”

           “But—but she’s not some savage animal. She’s not dirty or idiotic.”

           “Well,” Narcissa sighed, “I suppose Muggles are just like any other breed. Some likely are somewhat more civilized than most.”

           “What do you mean?” Draco asked confusedly, this being an entirely new concept to him.

           “A bit like how purebred dogs have more aptitude for certain skills, perhaps. Or how cats with Kneazle ancestry are more intelligent than ordinary cats, and pure Knealzes are more intelligent than both.”

           “Really?”

           “But that doesn’t change what she is, Draco. She is not a witch, not one of us. A Kneazle still cannot compete with a person.”

           His mother’s words from that day stayed with him, stayed with him for years. Draco clung to them whenever he was tempted to run to the creek, whenever he found himself missing you. No matter how much he repeated them though, he couldn’t quite seem to hate you the way he knew he was supposed to. There was simply too much history already there, and while Draco found himself getting angry with you at times, at how you had tricked him and wormed your way into his affections, he couldn’t truly despise you. But still, he stayed away for years, forcing himself to focus solely on other things.

           Then, one day during the summer holidays, right after Draco finished his fourth year at Hogwarts, he saw you again. He had arrived home just the other day for the holiday, and he was welcomed back with a batch of truly glorious summer weather. Determined to enjoy it, Draco wandered the grounds, happy to be back home. Without even noticing it though, he was walking in the direction of the creek. Or perhaps a part of him did notice, and was simply that desperate to see you.

           “Draco? Draco Malfoy?” a hauntingly familiar voice called out to him. “Is that you?”

           Turning towards the sound, half hoping and half dreading that he had imagined things, Draco saw you for the first time in years. As he took you in, Draco felt as though his heart had been petrified, as though he had fallen from his broomstick and now had nothing solid beneath him. You looked so much the same, and yet so different. You had the same eyes, so warm and inviting, the same smile, so genuine and friendly. But you were also undoubtedly older, with a fittingly more mature face and overall expression. That wasn’t all that Draco noticed about you though. Regardless of how much he had told himself over the years that you were nothing more than a filthy muggle, that you were unworthy of the slightest glance from him, Draco found himself stupefied by your beauty. Skin so enticingly smooth and soft, lips so temptingly plump and parted, curves so alluringly sculpted and feminine, for a moment he understood what Potter must have felt like when he faced that Hungarian Horntail. But as you continued speaking, Draco was pulled out of his thoughts.

           “I can’t believe it, I haven’t seen you in years! I was almost convinced that I made you up! How have you been?”

           “Um—” Draco stammered, pausing to clear his throat. “Well, I’ve been alright, I suppose. Busy with school and everything. I’m sorry it’s been so long, things—things have been rather mad.” You pursed your lips ever-so-slightly at that, clearly sensing that Draco was hiding something, but, Draco noted with relief, you decided not to press it. That was one of the many things he missed about you, Draco suddenly realized, how kind and understanding you were.

           “Same with me, honestly. This term was so difficult, I really needed this holiday.”

           “Me as well,” Draco said, smiling gently at you. The two of you spent the next few hours catching up, though Draco was of course careful to keep things rather vague on his end. It felt so natural talking with you again, so right just being with you. And so, Draco found himself returning the next day, and each one after, in order to see you. Logically speaking, he knew that he shouldn’t be doing such a thing, that his parents would be ashamed of him. But each time he attempted to keep away, it was as if he had been placed under the Imperius curse, the only order given to him that he needed to be with you.

           “I wish we went to the same school,” you mused one day.

           “I know,” Draco agreed, “how on earth did you ever survive without me?” You laughed at that, and while Draco relished the sound, harvesting it away, he wasn’t truly joking. As bright as you were for a muggle, you still didn’t possess any magic to protect yourself with. And while you were undoubtedly more intelligent than the average specimen of your kind, you were also so much more innocent and vulnerable as well. You lacked the ferocity, the brutality that Draco was sure the rest of your kind held, and so he was terrified of the thought of you leaving him. You needed him, he was sure of it.

           But, in the end, it was your next comment that truly put things in perspective.

           “I’d love for you to meet the rest of my friends, they’re brilliant. Though, you might meet Peter soon.” At the sound of another male’s name coming from your lips, Draco froze where he stood, watching in horror at the far-away smile that had appeared on your face.

           “Who?” Draco snarled quietly, fingers clutching his wand tightly in his pocket. You failed to hear your friend’s change in tone though.

           “He’s this boy in my year, we’re fairly good friends. He and his family are staying in a cottage close by for few weeks, so we were planning to get together.”

           “Oh,” was all Draco said in response. Truthfully, it was all he was able to say in response. There mere thought of another boy near you possessed Draco with enough rage to cast an Unforgivable Curse, and the fact that he was a muggle only made it worse. Draco was certain that your supposed friend couldn’t be like you, couldn’t be nearly as brilliant and kind and caring. No, Draco was sure that he must have been the worst kind of muggle, the sort that his parents had always warned him about. This boy wouldn’t—couldn’t—appreciate you the way Draco did. He would take you away from Draco, further and further until he never saw you again. This disgusting muggle boy was about to come and take what was his, what belonged to him. Draco refused to let that happen.

           Less than an hour later, Draco pushed open the parlor door roughly. The two elder Malfoys’ attention caught, Lucius put down the letter he had been reading, while Narcissa set down her book.

           “Mother, Father, I have to ask you for something.”

           “Yes, dear?” his mother responded. “What is it?” Pausing nervously, Draco walked over to one of the armchairs across from his parents, sat down, and took a deep breath.

           “Is everything alright?” his father asked, brows furrowed.

           “No,” Draco answered honestly. “It isn’t, but I know how to make it alright. I’m just not sure if you will understand.”

           “Sweetheart, we’re your parents. We love you, of course we’ll understand.” Draco acknowledged his mother’s words with a small nod, then turning to his father.

           “I—I need a new pet.”

           “That’s all?” Lucius said with a slight smile. “You nearly had us worried, Draco.”

           “But, not just any pet.”

           “Oh?” Lucius replied.

           “You see, close by, there lives an elderly Muggle couple. And each summer, their granddaughter visits them.” Draco paused, unsure of how exactly to put this, eventually deciding to just come out and say it. “I want her.”

           “You want,” his father spoke slowly, “some Muggle girl as a pet?”

           “She’s not like other Muggles, Father, not really. She’s more intelligent than the rest of them. And she isn’t savage or repulsive.”

           “She isn’t?”

           “No, she—she’s beautiful.”

           “Beautiful?” Lucius scoffed.

           “Yes,” Draco answered carefully. “And yes, she is a Muggle. And I know that Muggles are little better than animals. But animals have their own kind of beauty, don’t they? And animals are kept as pets, aren’t they?”

           “I suppose,” his father agreed, only somewhat reluctantly.

           “And like I mentioned, she’s better than other Muggles. It—it’s almost as if, if the majority of Muggles are wolves or mutts, she’s a purebred spaniel. Or if the rest of them are feral cats, she’s a Knealze.”

           At her son’s explanation, Narcissa’s eyes widened slightly with recognition, recalling her words from years ago. It had to be the same girl, she realized. And if it was, that meant Draco truly desired her, if he still wanted her after all of these years.

           “Lucius,” she said softly, taking her husband’s hand in her own. “I think that we ought to give Draco this girl.”

           “You do?”

           “My love, the Dark Lord has finally returned after so many years. Before long, he will have restored the world to its proper order. And with that, he will have put the Muggles in their place. Once things have been made right, I highly doubt that Draco will be the only one with such a pet. It’s not as if he is asking to marry this girl, after all. We have raised our son well, I am sure that he will keep his pet in her proper place.”

           Narrowing his eyes in thought, Lucius looked from his wife to his son. Both of them gazed at him imploringly, and he felt himself beginning to give in. Lucius could never deny Narcissa anything, not since the day he married her. And ever since he first held Draco in his arms, Lucius knew that he would give his son the life he deserved, the life he was entitled to as a Malfoy.

~ for @yanderehetaliadrabbles ~

Finally, the class was over! The (h/c) girl quickly took her bag and practically flew out of the classroom. She bumped in to a few students along the way towards her dorm, but she tried not to pay too much attention to them, mainly because they were the least of her worries.

Her top priority was to just get away from him.

Draco Malfoy. The so called "Slytherin Prince" had made it his own personal mission to turn (y/n)'s life in to a living Hell. She bearly exchanged words with Malfoy, and yet he always took such great pleasure in tormenting her. He started out pretty simple by just calling her mean names and maybe order Crabe and Goyle to toss her books and papers around, nothing she couldn't handle. But, with more time he started to become more aggressive and vocal with his insults, almost shouting profanities at the poor girl from the completely opposite ends of the castle hallways. He'd throw petty hexes at her and she was far too nervous to come and see the professors regarding the issue.

She wasn't worried that the professors would believe her per say, but rather she was more concerned about Draco's father. He often boasted about him and his glory, and she knew that his father would take his side in this... So she decided that the best thing to do was to just lay low, stay quiet and that she really shouldn't attract too much attention to herself.

But suddenly, out of nowhere, Malfoy's behaviour had changed.

He no longer chased her down the hallways, he didn't even look (y/n) in the eye. The more she avoided him the weirder he became. It was almost as though he was sad.

She caught him staring at her mulitiple times in class, but his stare held so much sadness in it that (y/n) didn't know how to feel. Was he sorry? Did he realize what he had done was wrong...? No that couldn't be it, Draco Malfoy was far too proud for that. And yet, his gaze would always linger much longer then it needed to, and whenever he would brush past her by her, he always looked like he wanted to say something, to do something.

But he never did. And she was fine with that. Yes, a part of her did want to know what was going on inside of his head, but her rational side knew that it was just better to stay out of his buisness. She pressed on and continued with her life.

Much to her dismay, Draco had other plans for her.

For the life of him, he just could not understand why. What was so special about (y/n)?! Why was she always on his mind?! He has lost countless hours of sleep because of her, he can no longer focus in class... Even tormenting Potter has lost its charm. The only thing he wants, what he craves, is (y/n) and her undying attention. Whenever she simply glances at him, Draco's heart never fails to skip a beat. Those doe (e/c) eyes have put him under some sort of spell, a spell that just can never be broken! So why in Merlins beard was she avoiding him?! All he wanted was to hold her, protect her, to LOVE her damn it!!

Enough was enough, Draco was taking matters in to his own hands. His patience had worn off and he was done playing this game...

The warm rays of the setting sun gave a little bit of light to the castle corridors which made things a little bit easier for (y/n). She was close to her dorm now, the day was finally reaching its end. She tightly clutched the books in her hands, letting out a long sigh of relief. For a brief moment everything was calm. The chilly autumn air almost felt comforting even... But sadly, her peace was soon disturbed once she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. Feeling confused and wanting to know who it was, she turned around and was met with the person who she loathed the most.

Before she could even say anything, Malfoy had pinned her against the wall, both of his arms at the sides of (y/n)'s head. She dropped her books as she stared deep in to Malfoy's eyes, feeling utterly confused but still very much scared. He looked a bit messy as his uniform wasn't neat as it usually is and he entire forehead was lightly sweaty. But (y/n) could not look away from his eyes. They held so much raw emotion in them, it almost looked like they would pop out of their owners head. Malfoy kept mumbling under his breath but he was too quiet for her to understand. After a few tense moments, (y/n) finally gathered up the courage to speak.

"M-malfoy, what's wrong...?"

Damn it, she shouldn't have stuttered like that! Now he definetly knows that she is scared... He stayed quiet while looking at the ground. (y/n) held her breath in her throat as the tension became so thick, she felt as though it could have been cut with a butter knife. After a few tortures minutes, Malfoy finally looked up at her, but this time it was diffirent, he was diffirent. A crazed chuckle escaped his dry throat as he leaned a bit closer towards (y/n)'s face, forcefully grabbing her chin in the process. His ice cold fingers felt like sharp blades on her skin but the poor girl could do nothing to defend herself. She let out a quiet whimper, but the smile on Malfoy's face only grew larger. In a comanding tone, he said:

"Tell me... Tell me how much you love me... C'mon love, there's no point in hiding it anymore...!"

...what?! The (h/c)ette was at a complete loss for words. What was Malfoy saying? She remained quiet, but her lack of response only made the Slytherin boy even more mad.

"SAY SOMETHING DAMN IT! JUST TELL ME ALREADY!"

His voice rang throught the castle, but there was a good chance that no one was going to hear them. Malfoy had made sure that no one was passing by here... But he needed to hear it, he needed to hear those three words leave (y/n)'s mouth. He just couldn't take this anymore...! Malfoy's grip only became tighter as Malfoy let out a low growl.

"I know you love me, you don't need to act like a fool! I know it, I just know it... Please...!"

(y/n) had never seen Draco look so weak and desparate in her entire life. She always saw him as the arrogant boy who always got everything he desired, so seeing him in such a state was more then a little unnerving. He wasn't making any sense, why was he so comvinced that she was in love with him?! Her jaw ached due to Malfoy's tight grip, but she finally said something. But they were not the words that Malfoy wanted to hear...

"Mafoy I... I don't love you. I never had, and I never will..."

Time itself seemed to stop as Malfoy processed (y/n)'s words. So, that's how things are, huh? She doesn't love him? Well now... He won't give her a choice. She will love him, she must love him!

There is no other option for her!!

(y/n) suddenly felt something blunt hit the side of her head. She gasped as she fell in to Malfoy's arms, all the while feeling dizzy. Malfoy was holding one of her thick books in his hand as the cover of it was smeared with (y/n)'s blood. The felt it trickle down her head as Malfoy gently held her in his embrace, all the while proclaiming his twisted love to her. The last thing she heard was:

"You'll be mine no matter what, I... I won't give you a choice in this matter... I really am sorry my love, but you left me no choice... Please, sleep well."

Request: Is rare to see people writing yandere for Harry Potter and I love your blog so could you write a scenario when Draco gets the reader to date him willingly and she don’t see how possessive and obsessive Draco is with her?

           Draco had thought that he had made himself clear. He wasn’t exactly shy about sharing his opinion, after all, so he had assumed that everyone had understood the message. But when Draco sauntered into Potions class, he saw that that wasn’t the case.

           You were at the usual table that you two shared, yes. And when he walked through the door, your eyes immediately went to him, just as they ought to. But any satisfaction that Draco might have felt at that was overtaken by seeing someone else sitting next to you. Eyes narrowing in anger, Draco glared at Nott, wondering just how Confunded he must have been to take you as his Potions partner. Apparently, not everyone had understood that you were off-limits.

           “Take your seat, Mister Malfoy,” Professor Snape droned. Dragging himself back into the moment, Draco forced an apologetic smile onto his face.

           “So sorry, sir. I had to discuss something with Professor Vector.” Snape said nothing in response to Draco’s explanation, simply nodding and going back to making the rounds to each table. With that taken care of, Draco focused his attention back on you, making his way towards where you were working. The moment that he reached the table, you looked up and smiled at him, the sight warming Draco’s heart even despite his anger. Still, that was not enough to make him let it go.

           “You’re in my seat,” Draco spat at Nott. Clenching his wand tightly in his robe pockets, it was all Draco could do not to hex Nott where he sat. Just seeing that oaf next to you filled Draco with enough hatred that he felt ready to cast the Cruciatus Curse then and there. What the bloody hell had Nott been thinking, taking a seat next to you? Nott knew very well that you belonged to Draco and to Draco alone.

           “Last I checked,” his classmate scoffed, “we didn’t have assigned seats.”

           “Well, last I checked, I always sit with my girlfriend.”

           “I’m sorry, Draco,” you interrupted. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to make it to class, and Professor Snape said that we needed to work on this potion in pairs…”

           “You should know by now that I would never leave you to work alone,” Draco said, his voice slightly softer now, “much less work with someone else.”

            “I know,” you apologized. “Still, Nott and I have already started, so—”

           “So Nott can go and join Crabbe and Goyle.”

           “Are you stupid? We’re already a third of the way through, you go join Crabbe and Goyle,” Nott responded.

           “How about we let her decide? I’m sure that she would much rather work with her boyfriend.”

“Of course I would—”

“Good, then it’s settled,” Draco said decisively. “You’d best move, Nott.”

Sighing exaggeratedly, Nott gathered his books into his arms and stood up from his seat. As he began to walk away though, Draco grasped his arm and leaned down towards his ear. Quickly Draco checked to make sure that you were too busy with the potion to be watching, not wanting you to hear what he planned to say next. There was no reason to trouble your mind with such matters, after all, not when you had made the right choice.

“Pull something like that again,” Draco growled quietly, “you even look at her again, and I will show you just how a Malfoy protects what is his.” Not bothering to wait for a response, Draco let go of his fellow Slytherin and happily sat beside you.

“I’m glad you made it to class,” you smiled at him guilelessly.

“As am I,” Draco answered, his words as true as yours, though for a far different reason.

(This is a Yandere Draco Malfoy x Female Reader story! His family is also helping w his shenanigans 

TW: !Breeding kinK!, !NONCON!!!!, unwanted voyeurism!, DP!, Multiple creampies!, !Daddy and Mommy kink!, etc..

Please proceed with caution!! Also, I’m sorry if this sucks :/) 

Lucius casually telling Draco how meaningless muggles are as he and Draco style Muggle!Reader’s hair while Narcissa picks out their outfit for the day. Lucius casually telling Draco how incredibly reputation plummeting it is as a pureblood to be involved with or have any interactions with muggles whatsoever while shopping for Muggle!Reader’s birthday presents. Lucius casually telling Draco he hates all muggles while he and Narcissa lovingly give affection to Muggle!Reader while the Reader plays with Draco’s hair as he lays his head on their lap.

Draco would just be absolutely so confused but also so understanding all the same. Like yes muggles are terrible and have no worth among the wizarding world but also his family’s Muggle!darling is the only exception and should be treated with nothing but love and adoration by them. Like, yes it’s okay to refer to Granger as a ‘Mudblood’ and diss her for her muggle upbringing then immediately write to Muggle!Reader about how much he loves and misses them while he’s attending school. It oddly enough makes sense to him and seems to work for his family and their darling.

Meanwhile, Muggle!Reader has actually been biding their time to be able to leave behind and get away from this deranged wizarding family who has so lovingly forced them into taking part of their delusion. They’ve had to bite their tongue as they’ve sat by and listened to their ‘lovers’ flat out shit talk the rest of ‘mugglekind’ while proceeding to worship the Reader themself in the same breath.

Fred and George are extremely nonchalant when it comes to their obsession. They don’t try to hide anything, on the contrary they’re pretty open about their tendencies and the things they’ve done or plan to do. They’ll tell you all the things they’ve ever done to anyone, not having a single ounce of remorse or guilt. If anything they couldn’t be prouder of what they’ve done.

There is no way of getting away from the twins. Even asking for the tiniest bit of space won’t be met by these two. They’re extremely smothering, they want nothing more than to suffocate you with their love and affection. The twins always with you, even when you think they aren’t. Always lurking about, in the shadows and in the open.

Trying to run or hide won’t do you any good, they know every nook and cranny there is to the Hogwarts castle. They don’t need the Marauders Map to track you down, whose to say they don’t have other ways of doing so. Not to mention Peeves, he’s plenty willing to keep an eye and ear out if it garners the chaos he craves.

As alike and intertwined as the twins are, there are some differences to them as well. For instances, Fred has a habit to over indulge himself, taking things further and further, testing the limits. Meanwhile, George focuses more on you and what you need and want. He has more self-control then his brother. He’s the one to bring Fred back to reality, reeling him in and getting his focus back on to what really matters; you. 

Fred is always apologetic when he gets into his much more selfish mindset. It doesn’t happen very often thanks to George, but that doesn’t make it any less intense. 

They love to be as affectionate as possible. It’s just how they are but they also like to use it as a way to show that you’re taken. Even in a platonic fashion they are extremely affectionate and will pretend to be romantically involved with you to keep others from vying for your attention. If someone else comes along then you won’t have as much time for them and they can’t have that.

Speaking of which, they will tarnish whatever relationships you have, platonic or romantic. They’ve only ever been good at sharing with each other and they don’t plan to ever change that.

Usually they use their pranks as ways to get rid of competition or anyone they view as a threat. Nothing too harmful, such as killing anyone but they wouldn’t mind too much if someone did happen to kick the bucket. Just means one less obstacle after all.

❝ 🔮 — lady l: another Harry Potter headcanons because my mind is buzzing with ideas yayy!! I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! 💜

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, jealousy, overprotection and implicit murder.

❝ 🔮pairing: yandere!golden trio/harry potter, hermione granger and ron weasley x gender neutral!reader.

You probably did not know, but they were obsessed with you from the first day of class at Hogwarts. All of you were new and some strangers to this world and they needed something they could cling to, something that would not leave them and that someone was you.

You met on the train. You and Hermione sat together and talked a little until you went with the other boys, at her insistence, you went along and that was when you met Harry and Ron.

They were ecstatic to discover that you were new too and couldn't wait to be with you at Hogwarts. Once you were selected into a house other than theirs, they would sulk and even get angry. But if you were a Gryffindor like them, there would be no problem to deal with.

They are incredibly possessive of you and they will get upset and irritated when you are with someone other than them, especially if it is someone like Draco Malfoy. You are theirs, you had become theirs since the first conversation on the train and you would continue to be theirs.

Harry is the least possessive, but he is still very jealous of you, even with his own friends. He is very kind and polite, so loyal to his friends and so adored, there is no bad intention in his actions and his thoughts are all about you. He needs to protect you, take care of you because he can't bear to lose you.

He is very calm and rarely loses his temper, Harry just wants to protect you and take care of you. He can't lose anyone else and he can't lose you. Harry is very overprotective and suffocating at times, wanting to know how you are and what you are doing. He's just looking out for you like a good friend would.

Ron is very possessive and suffocating, his insecurity will take him to extremes just to get your affection. He is very lively and optimistic, he is always the one who will lift you up and make you laugh every time you are feeling bad. He cares for you very much and secretly longs to be your favorite.

He is very insecure deep down and fears being abandoned by you, and he can't have that. Ron likes to keep you with him, always keeping you safe and secure, and most importantly of all, just with him. Ron is very spontaneous and lively, desperately wanting to be loved by you.

Hermione is the most balanced, or so she likes to think. She is very intelligent and kind to you, always making sure you are well and happy. Hermione likes to stay by your side in silence, whether it's reading a book or talking about something. She would love to help you with your studies, even if you don't need it, but it would make her very happy.

She is very possessive and manipulative, having seen you first, she should have more right to you. Hermione is fiercely protective of you and jealous, wanting to be the only one to have your attention. She is very careful about you and is always trying to help you, even if you don't need it, but this helps her feel needed. Hermione is a big fan of hers, always rooting for you.

They are extremely protective of you and they are willing to do anything for you, including using forbidden magic. Harry is very suffocating and needs constant reassurance that you are okay, Ron desperately wants your attention and affection and Hermione needs to care and guide you.

You will always be theirs. There's no way to walk away, even if you wanted to. They would never dare to harm you in any way, but if you are resolute in doing things that they vehemently disapprove of, punishment will be meted out. They don't want to scare you, that's the last thing they want, but they have limits.

At any sign of conflict or danger you will be removed. It doesn't matter if you know how to fight or are good with spells, they won't risk your safety and your life. And if you are hurt, they will go into a frenzy of rage and worry and will not stop until they find the culprit and deal with them. No one can hurt you.

Harry would always protect you and be by your side, holding your hand if you needed it. Ron will always cheer you up and say the right things to make you happy and Hermione will always guide you and take care of you in her own way.

SUMMARY: Just a test!

WARNINGS: 18+ as always on my blog, though the work is safe for work. Typical yandere shenanigans.

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Requests are open!

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Very over protective of you, gets jealous really fast and quick, not to mention possessive, obsessive and as unpredictable as the weather since you'll never know when this ginger is suddenly going to snap and start some random argument. He'll pull up some random thing you've said one day even if it's been a freaking month lol

Please, for the sake of your sanity and his don't look at any other guy except for him and Harry. And he's TOLERATING it when you're looking at his best friend but that's all, that's the limit. If he catches you looking at someone else that's not him, or worse, a Malfoy, he'll throw fists and hexes till Hermione, Harry and you have to literally drag him back to the common room and calm him down. He acts like a big baby when he's jealous and gets completely unreasonable at times

You can have a good relationship with his family, his family adores you and no doubt they'll be platonic yanderes for you too. Molly and Arthur can't help but coo at how cute and adorable you are for their son and you're just the right choice for him. And unfortunately that also means he'd got his family to spy on you and keep you safe even if he's not there

haven't been able to figure out a full fledged idea on how to use dark!harry but i've got some headcanons for you<3

you're absolutely right about him being possessive and clingy, this man does not understand that you need personal space and alone time.

you want to hang out with your friends? harry's coming too, he would never want to keep you from your friends and isolate you, he wouldn't do that to you, he is your loving boyfriend but he won't want you spending time alone with them. they might hurt your feelings, what if you needed comfort or him to defend you and he wasn't there? someone might flirt with you, you'd obviously never respond to their advances but you can be so naive at times, not everyone is like him, not everyone has good intentions.

every single hobby you have he's going to be behind you 100 percent, just as long as it's a hobby you don't do with other people or if he doesn't get to be there supporting you. if you like knitting he'll watch you from the corner of his eye and want you to knit him things, if you like reading he'll ask you to read to him, if you like watching documentaries he'll want to watch them with you, if you like playing video games he'll be your player two BUT if you like yoga or something in groups he insists you do it at home instead of in front of people, especially for things like yoga there are just so many pervs in the world.

he never had a loving family since his parents died when he was just a baby so he'll do everything to make sure you know you are loved and to keep you loving him, you'll be together forever. if he feels you're drifting away from him he'll remind you why you love him, more gifts than normal and more loving gestures, compliments every day and night. he knows just how to make you come back to him.