Draco Malfoy Imagines

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A/N: Hey everyone! First of all, thank you so much for reading! If you’ve been following along, you know the first two parts were just the beginning—things were light, playful, even sweet at times. But this? This is where the real intensity begins. This is where everything starts to unravel, where darkness creeps in, and where the stakes get real.If you thought the story was just about Draco and you, think again. There’s someone else in the picture now—someone who’s about to turn your world upside down in ways you never saw coming. This part is darker, more twisted, and far more dangerous than anything before. And trust me, it’s only getting started.If you haven’t read the first two parts yet (or need a refresher), they’re linked below—go check them out before diving in! Now, sit back and get ready. Things are about to change.

Pairings: Draco malfoy x reader

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He stood in the shadows, his gaze fixated on her. (Y/N). The name itself was a melody, a song that had etched itself into his bones long ago. His (Y/N), stolen by Draco Malfoy, of all people.

His fingers curled into fists as he watched them. Draco, with his easy arrogance, his touch lingering on her wrist, his quiet laughter as she leaned into him. She looked happy. Cassius wanted to rip that happiness away from her—no, not from her, from him. Draco didn’t deserve her.

“He doesn’t know what to do with her. But I do.”

He had spent countless nights imagining what it would be like to have her, to hold her in his arms, to hear her whisper his name in the dead of night. She should have been mine. But she had chosen Draco. And that choice had been Cassius’s undoing.

His jaw clenched as he heard her laughter ring through the cold air. It was unbearable, the sight of them. He had never wanted anything—anyone—the way he wanted her. And he had never lost before.

But Draco had taken what was his.

“Not for long.”

Cassius turned away, slipping back into the darkness, his mind already working. He knew what needed to be done. He had played nice for too long, thinking she would come to her senses. But love needed a push. Love needed guidance.

“She will love me. I’ll make sure of it.”

And so, the plan formed. A love potion.

Not some cheap, poorly brewed concoction—no, this would be perfect. A potion that would make her see him the way he saw her. She would forget Draco, forget everything. She would love him the way he deserved to be loved.

He could already picture it: the way she would look at him, the way she would belong to him.

He could fix this.

Draco sat in the Great Hall, staring at nothing. The whispers were everywhere. She left him. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) had broken up with him.

He didn’t understand.

One day, she was his—kissing him, touching him, laughing with him. And the next, she was standing in front of him, cold and distant, saying, “I don’t love you anymore.”

It didn’t make sense.

She did love him. He knew she did.

But she had walked away. And worse, she had walked straight to him.

Cassius.

Every time Draco saw them together, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. It was wrong. Something was wrong. (Y/N) didn’t look happy. She smiled, but it wasn’t her smile. She spoke, but there was something hollow behind her words.

And Cassius? Cassius looked like he had won.

Draco’s stomach churned with something dangerous, something furious.

So, he did what he knew best. He went back to his old ways.

The Slytherin Prince. The playboy. The heartbreaker.

He found himself in the arms of other girls, but it didn’t work. He kissed them, touched them, but every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her.

“Fuck.”

He couldn’t do it.

He couldn’t move on.

Draco saw them together again, and something inside him snapped.

Cassius had his hand on the small of (Y/N)’s back, guiding her through the corridor like she was his.

She’s not his.

Draco stepped forward before he even realized what he was doing.

“ (Y/L/N),” he called, his voice sharp.

(Y/N) turned, and for a second—just a second—there was something in her eyes. A flicker of recognition. A flicker of her.

Draco’s heart pounded.

“Let’s go, love,” Cassius said, his grip tightening.

Draco saw red.

Cassius smirked at him. He knew.

Draco clenched his jaw. He couldn’t do this here. Not now.

But soon.

Very, very soon.

Hermione Granger had seen Draco Malfoy break a hundred different ways.

She had seen him arrogant, cruel, reckless. But she had never seen him broken.

She found him sitting alone, hands clenched in his hair.

“You look like shit,” she said, sitting down beside him.

Draco scoffed. “Thanks, Granger. Just what I needed to hear.”

She studied him.

“You still love her.”

Draco didn’t answer.

“You should talk to Snape.”

He finally looked at her, and for the first time, he didn’t have a snarky remark. He just looked tired.

Hermione reached into her bag and pulled out a vial.

“Something’s wrong with her,” she said quietly. “This is Veritaserum. If you think she’s been—”

She didn’t finish, but Draco understood.

He stared at the vial.

And for the first time in days, he felt like he could breathe.

Draco found Cassius in the dungeons.

He didn’t waste time with words. He punched him.

Cassius staggered back, blood dripping from his lip. Then he grinned.

“You always did have a temper, Malfoy.”

Draco’s wand was out before Cassius could blink.

“Petrificus Totalus!”

Cassius dodged, his own wand snapping up.

“Cruci—”

Draco was faster.

“Expelliarmus!”

Cassius’s wand flew from his grip, but he didn’t look scared. He just laughed.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Cassius sneered. “She was never yours.”

Draco slammed him against the wall, his hand tightening around Cassius’s throat.

“You used a potion on her,” Draco hissed. “You forced her.”

Cassius only smirked. “And yet, she’s still with me.”

Draco punched him again.

Cassius staggered, his face bruised, but he was still smirking.

“You can’t win, Malfoy.”

Draco’s grip tightened. “Watch me, Avery.”

With one last, brutal punch, Cassius collapsed.

And Draco turned away, because this wasn’t over.

Not yet.

He had a girl to save.

Draco didn’t waste a second. He stormed through the castle, fists still aching from the fight. The vial of Veritaserum felt heavy in his pocket, but his heart was heavier.

He needed to find her.

When he did, it nearly shattered him all over again.

(Y/N) sat by the Black Lake, staring at the water, Cassius’s stupid scarf draped over her shoulders. But she wasn’t her.

Draco knew every inch of her expressions—the way her nose scrunched up when she was annoyed, the way her eyes sparkled when she was happy.

Right now, she was empty.

The sight made him sick.

He approached carefully, his voice softer than it had been in weeks. “ (Y/L/N).”

She turned to him, slow and distant, like she wasn’t even sure who he was.

Draco clenched his jaw. He couldn’t let himself feel right now.

“I need you to drink something.”

(Y/N) blinked at him. “Why would I—”

Draco didn’t wait. He uncorked the Veritaserum and held it out. “Please.”

Something flickered in her eyes—hesitation, maybe even fear. But she took the vial.

And she drank.

Seconds passed.

Then—

Her breath hitched. Her hand flew to her chest, fingers trembling, as her whole body shuddered. Her eyes widened in horror, confusion flooding in like a storm breaking through a dam.

And then—

She gasped.

Like she had been drowning this whole time and was finally, finally breathing again.

“Draco?”

It was just his name. Just one word.

But fuck, it wrecked him.

Because this was her.

His(Y/N).

Not some puppet under Cassius’s control.

Draco exhaled a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Yeah, love. It’s me.”

(Y/N)’s eyes darted around, her breaths coming out fast and shaky. “What—what’s happening? I—I don’t—”

Then she saw the scarf.

Her face paled, horror dawning across her expression.

She ripped it off like it burned her.

Draco clenched his fists. “He used a love potion on you.”

(Y/N)’s breath hitched. “What?”

Draco nodded, jaw tight. “That bastard forced you to forget about me.” His voice was sharp, but beneath it was something raw, something broken. “But you’re back now.”

Silence.

Then—

(Y/N) surged forward, crashing into him with such force that it knocked the wind out of his lungs.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, tight, like she was afraid to let go.

Draco didn’t hesitate.

He held her just as fiercely, burying his face into her hair, inhaling the scent he had missed so goddamn much.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. Her voice cracked, and it fucking broke him.

“Don’t.” His hands tightened around her waist, grounding her. “None of this was your fault.”

(Y/N) pulled back just enough to look at him, tears brimming in her eyes.

Draco reached up, his thumb brushing a stray tear away. “You’re mine, love. No one gets to take you away from me.”

A small, breathless laugh escaped her lips. “You sound so possessive.”

Draco smirked. “That’s because I am.”

She let out another laugh, but it was softer this time. Real.

Then—

She kissed him.

And Merlin, if he hadn’t already been in love with her, this would have done it.

It was desperate, needy, as if making up for lost time. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and Draco groaned against her lips, pressing her so tight against him that there was no space left between them.

She was his again.

And he was never letting her go.

Cassius was furious.

His lip was split, his ribs ached, and worst of all—(Y/N) was gone.

Draco had stolen her back.

But Cassius wasn’t done.

He stormed through the castle, rage making his blood boil. He would find her. He would—

“Expelliarmus!”

Cassius barely had time to react before his wand was ripped from his grip.

His body slammed into the wall with a thud, magic pinning him in place.

When he looked up, his blood ran cold.

Snape.

And beside him—

Professor McGonagall.

Cassius’s breath hitched. “I—I don’t—”

Snape’s black eyes bore into him, colder than the dungeons themselves. “You used a love potion on a student, Mr. Avery.” His voice was deadly calm. “Did you truly think you would get away with it?”

Cassius opened his mouth—

“Silencio.”

He choked, unable to speak.

McGonagall stepped forward, her usual stern expression now filled with nothing but pure, utter disappointment. “You are done here, Mr. Avery.”

And just like that—

It was over.

Draco didn’t let go of her for the rest of the day.

Or the next.

Or the one after that.

(Y/N) had barely left his side since the potion had worn off, and honestly? Draco wouldn’t have it any other way.

They were in the common room now, curled up on the couch by the fire.

Draco had one arm wrapped lazily around her waist, his other hand tracing slow patterns against her skin.

“You keep touching me,” (Y/N) murmured, amusement in her voice.

Draco smirked, pulling her even closer. “Just making sure you’re real, love.”

She laughed, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “I’m real, Malfoy.”

Draco hummed. “Good. Because I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

(Y/N) arched a brow. “Oh? Planning to keep me locked away in your dorm, then?”

Draco smirked. “Tempting.”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips was undeniable.

Draco tilted her chin up, his gaze locking with hers. “I mean it, (Y/L/N). You’re mine.”

Her smile softened. “And you’re mine, Draco Malfoy.”

Draco leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss.

This time, there was no fear. No uncertainty. No outside forces pulling them apart.

This time—

They were free.

And Merlin, he loved her.

A/N: heyy loviess thankyou for waiting this the second part to the “playboy who fell” here we would explore more on what happens after reader agrees to go out with draco so sit back and enjoy and if you haven’t watched the first part I am gonna link it below so make sure to give a read, now without any delay let’s start

PAIRINGS : DRACO X READER

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It had been weeks since Draco Malfoy and [Y/N] had begun their relationship. At first, it was a slow burn—awkward glances, shy smiles, tentative touches. But as the days passed, their bond grew stronger, and Draco’s affection for [Y/N] became undeniable.

Draco, always so confident and composed, had never been this vulnerable with anyone before. He was, after all, the infamous Slytherin playboy. Girls fell over themselves trying to gain his attention, and he’d always had an abundance of admirers. Yet, none of them had ever made his heart race the way [Y/N] did.

There was something different about her. Something that made him want to be better, kinder, and more patient. For her, he would do anything.

Their dates were full of light laughter and soft touches. The times when Draco would brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear, or when he would take her hand in his as they strolled through the school grounds, were some of his favorite moments. He cherished those little gestures more than anyone could ever understand. [Y/N] never said “I love you,” and that was fine with Draco. He knew her heart wasn’t there yet. But he was patient, willing to wait as long as it took.

“I’m not in any rush, [Y/N],” he would tell her. “Take your time. I’ll always be here.”

And he meant it.

As their relationship progressed, Draco couldn’t help but notice the envious stares from his former admirers. Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, and Millicent Bulstrode were the worst. Their eyes would narrow every time they saw him with [Y/N]. It was obvious that they didn’t like the idea of Draco being taken, but he didn’t care.

[Y/N] wasn’t the jealous type. Occasionally, she’d let slip a playful complaint if one of Draco’s old flames was too bold, but overall, she was confident. She trusted him completely, and that gave Draco a sense of peace he’d never felt before.

But as much as Draco loved [Y/N] for her strength and self-assuredness, there was one girl in particular who was determined to ruin it all: Pansy. She had it out for [Y/N] from the start, constantly making snide remarks and trying to worm her way into Draco’s attention.

“You know, Draco,” Pansy would say, her voice dripping with false sweetness as she’d sidle up to him in the hallways. “We could always pick up where we left off.”

Draco would roll his eyes, already tired of the game. “Don’t you have something better to do, Pansy?”

But [Y/N] never reacted the way Pansy probably hoped. She simply smiled politely and kept walking, unfazed. Draco admired her for it. She had this unshakable confidence that made him fall deeper for her every day.

Still, the constant attempts to break them apart were wearing thin. One day, as Draco and [Y/N] were walking through the corridors, a whisper rippled through the crowd. Pansy, Daphne, and Millicent were giggling with each other in the corner, and Draco could tell something was off.

“Don’t worry about them,” Draco said softly, his hand finding [Y/N]’s and squeezing it. “They’ll never change. But I’m not going anywhere.”

[Y/N] smiled up at him, though there was a flicker of doubt in her eyes. “I know. But sometimes, I can’t help but wonder…”

Before she could finish her thought, a shout came from down the hall. Pansy was standing there, holding a piece of parchment in her hand, a sly smirk on her face.

“Draco,” she called, waving the paper in the air. “I think you should see this.”

Draco’s heart sank as he saw the mischievous glint in Pansy’s eyes. He didn’t want to get involved in whatever game she was playing, but he knew better than to ignore her when she was being like this.

[Y/N] raised an eyebrow. “What is it?” she asked, though Draco could sense the tension in her voice.

Pansy slowly unfurled the parchment, revealing a photograph. Draco’s stomach dropped as he saw the image: a moving picture of him kissing Pansy, her arms wrapped around his neck. The look of shock on [Y/N]’s face made his heart ache.

“You—” [Y/N] started, her voice trembling.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Draco blurted, rushing to her side.

But the damage was already done.

The sight of the photo, with Draco kissing Pansy, felt like a dagger to [Y/N]’s heart. She didn’t know what to think, the image spinning in her mind over and over again. It was hard to process the fact that Draco, the one person she trusted most, might have betrayed her.

“You… you kissed her?” [Y/N] whispered, her voice shaking. She tried to steady herself, but the hurt was too much to bear. “How could you do this to me, Draco?”

Draco’s chest tightened as he saw the pain in her eyes. “No, [Y/N], it’s not what you think! It was—”

“You said it was nothing,” [Y/N] interrupted, taking a step back. “You promised it was just you and me. But this… this isn’t nothing, Draco! This is something.”

Draco’s eyes widened, panic setting in. “Please, just listen to me. That picture—Pansy… she—”

“No, I don’t want to hear it!” [Y/N] cut him off, her voice rising in frustration. “I thought I could trust you, but now… I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

“[Y/N], I swear, it’s a lie. Pansy’s always been—” he started, but [Y/N] shook her head firmly.

“I can’t do this, Draco. I just… I can’t.”

Her words struck him like a blow to the gut. It was like the ground beneath him was slipping away. He reached out for her, but she took another step back, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

“I need space, Draco,” she said quietly, her voice breaking. “I need time.”

Days passed, and Draco found himself in a constant state of turmoil. He tried everything he could think of to fix things, to get [Y/N] back, but every time he approached her, she would pull away. She wouldn’t look him in the eye, and the coldness in her demeanor made his heart ache even more.

He knew Pansy had a hand in this—he knew the photo was fake, and that Pansy had been behind it. But how could he prove that? Every time he tried to explain, [Y/N] simply turned away, unwilling to listen.

Draco was lost. He had never been in love before—never like this. And the thought of losing [Y/N] was tearing him apart.

“Why is she doing this to me?” Draco muttered one day, slumping against the wall in the corridor. He had just seen [Y/N] walk past with her friends, her expression unreadable, and it nearly shattered him.

“Because she’s hurting, Draco,” a familiar voice said from behind him.

Draco turned to see Blaise Zabini standing there, his arms crossed, looking at him with a sympathetic expression.

“Did you really think Pansy would just let you go without a fight?” Blaise continued, walking over to him. “She’s been gunning for [Y/N] since the beginning. And now, she’s playing dirty.”

“I know that,” Draco growled. “But I need to make [Y/N] believe me. She’s everything to me, Blaise. I can’t lose her.”

Blaise sighed, his expression softening. “Then you’d better start proving it.”

Draco wasn’t about to give up. He was determined to win [Y/N] back, even if it meant facing the consequences of his past mistakes.

The next time he saw her, he approached her carefully, his heart pounding in his chest.

“[Y/N], please, just let me explain,” Draco said, his voice softer than he intended. “I didn’t kiss Pansy… that picture was a setup. She manipulated it. You have to believe me.”

[Y/N] crossed her arms, her gaze cold. “How do I know you’re telling the truth, Draco? How do I know you didn’t kiss her willingly? You’ve never cared before.”

Draco’s breath hitched at the words. They stung more than anything he’d ever heard. “I’ve always cared about you. More than you’ll ever know. But I can’t fix this if you won’t even listen to me.”

She stayed silent for a long moment, her face unreadable. Draco’s hands clenched into fists, but he didn’t back down.

“I’m not asking you to forgive me right away. But please… don’t let this be the end,” he pleaded.

For a moment, it seemed like [Y/N] was considering his words. Then, with a sigh, she spoke.

“I don’t know what to believe anymore, Draco. Everything’s been so confusing… so painful.” She looked away, a tear slipping down her cheek. “I thought I knew you. But now, I just… I don’t know.”

Draco felt his chest constrict. “I’m sorry, [Y/N]. I’ll prove it to you. I’ll do whatever it takes. Just give me a chance to make it right.”

[Y/N] hesitated, her hand subconsciously reaching up to wipe away her tear. “I don’t know if I can trust you again. Not after this.”

And just like that, it felt like everything was slipping away. Draco stood there, feeling completely helpless. But he refused to give up.

The next day, Draco knew he had to act fast. He couldn’t let Pansy win—couldn’t let her have the satisfaction of seeing him broken.

He marched into the Slytherin common room, finding Pansy sitting there with a smug look on her face.

“Got what you wanted, didn’t you?” Draco snapped, his anger rising. “I’m not going to let you manipulate [Y/N] any longer.”

Pansy raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Draco shot back. “The picture. You set it up. And you’ve been playing her this entire time. But I’m not going to let you ruin everything. Not this time.”

Pansy’s smirk faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. “You think you can stop me? I’ve already won, Draco. You’ve lost her.”

“No,” Draco said firmly. “I haven’t. I’m not going to let you control my life. I’m going to fix this, and you won’t stand in my way.”

It took time, but slowly, [Y/N] began to understand. She started to see the truth behind the photo and the lies that had been spun. With Draco’s persistence and help from some unexpected allies, the truth came to light.

When [Y/N] finally realized that she had been wrong, that the picture had been fake all along, she sought out Draco.

She found him alone in the courtyard, staring out at the stars.

“Draco,” she said softly, her voice hesitant.

Draco turned, his face lighting up as soon as he saw her. “You believe me?” he asked, his heart hammering in his chest.

[Y/N] smiled faintly, stepping closer. “I was confused. I was angry. But… I’ve realized something. I do trust you, Draco. I love you.”

Draco’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak. He had waited so long to hear those words.

“I’ve waited for you to say that,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion. “You don’t know how much it means to me.”

Without another word, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. It was a kiss filled with all the things they hadn’t said, all the pain and confusion they had both felt.

When they finally pulled away, Draco whispered, “I love you too, [Y/N]. And I always will.”

A/N: Hi, thank you so much for reading! This was a short part, but trust me, the next chapters are going to be darker, twisted, and packed with more intensity.Now, we know Draco has his admirers, but remember, the reader is also incredibly beautiful and has her own share of admirers. But what if someone decides to do something… not so moral to steal her away from Draco? What if they use something like, say, a love potion? Well, let’s just say, things are about to get very interesting. The next part will be up tomorrow—get ready for the rollercoaster!

A/N: Draco Malfoy, the charming Slytherin playboy who has every girl wrapped around his finger, never expected her to be different. (Y/n) (y/l/n) is a Gryffindor with a mind of her own, and she’s not falling for his usual tricks. But when the challenge is on, Draco’s determination grows—until he realizes that winning her heart might just be the hardest battle of all.What happens when a heartbreaker meets the one person who isn’t impressed by his smirks and sly charm? Sometimes, the most unexpected feelings are the ones that change everything.

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Draco Malfoy had always been the ultimate playboy at Hogwarts. With his good looks, sharp wit, and infamous family name, he was a force to be reckoned with. Girls from all houses fawned over him, but Draco never stayed the night. He never had to. It was always about the chase for him, the thrill of making the girls fall for him, only to move on to the next one once they were hooked.

There was no challenge, no real reason to keep any of them around. Until he saw her.

It was a chilly autumn afternoon, the sun sinking low behind the castle, casting long shadows across the Hogwarts grounds. Draco had just come from a victorious Slytherin Quidditch match against Ravenclaw, and the usual crowd of admirers surrounded him as he made his way back to the castle. But something caught his eye. A girl.

She wasn’t like the others. (Y/n) (y/l/n), a Gryffindor, stood a little off to the side, her dark eyes bright and unbothered by the attention Draco was receiving. She wasn’t fawning over him, wasn’t staring at him like everyone else.

Blaise Zabini nudged him with a smirk. “Look at that, Draco. The only girl here who’s not staring at you like you’re some sort of god.”

Theodore Nott, always the quieter one, followed with a chuckle. “She doesn’t care about you. It’s like a challenge.”

A challenge. Draco was intrigued. He liked challenges, and (y/n) y/l/n) was like a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out. She wasn’t interested in his usual charms, his smooth words, or his smirks. And that made her all the more interesting.

Determined to break her cool demeanor, Draco set out to woo her. He tried all the usual tricks—flattery, teasing, showing off in front of her—but she remained unimpressed. Not even a hint of a smile.

The first time they interacted was when Draco casually strolled up to her in the library. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, leaning against the table she was sitting at, “if I were you, I’d be absolutely delighted to be sitting across from me.”

(y/n) didn’t even look up from her book. “I’m not you,” she said flatly, not bothering to give him the satisfaction of a second glance.

The second time, Draco tried a different approach. He caught her in the corridor between classes. “You know, I heard Slytherin’s Quidditch team is the best at Hogwarts. I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”

“I’ve heard of you,” (y/n) replied, her voice dry. “Doesn’t mean I care.”

Draco was slightly taken aback, but he wasn’t one to back down. He continued with his flirtations, determined to break her down. Each time, though, she remained indifferent, not falling for his typical tricks.

It wasn’t long before Draco found himself thinking about her when he wasn’t supposed to. He began noticing the little things—how she was always confident in everything she did, how she never seemed to be afraid to speak her mind, how she didn’t give a damn about his reputation but he had win her to make her worship him like everyone else did so after countless failed attempts to win over (y/n), Draco finally learned of her late-night visits to the Astronomy Tower. Slytherin’s resident heartthrob, who had never met a challenge he couldn’t conquer, saw this as his golden opportunity. He made his way to the tower one evening, certain that he could charm her as he had done with so many others.

Draco approached her casually, leaning against the stone wall with that signature smirk. “Beautiful view but not as beautiful as you” he said, his tone dripping with his usual arrogance.

(y/n), however, didn’t fall into the trap. She laughed lightly, clearly not impressed. “Oh, really? You think you can just waltz in here and make that kind of comment?” she teased, her voice laced with humor. Draco blinked, surprised by her quick-witted response. For once, his usual arrogance didn’t land.

Instead of taking the bait, (y/n) turned back to the sky, her interest piqued by the stars above. “You know, you’re not wrong about the beauty but the constellations here are much more captivating,” she said, pointing to the stars.

Curiosity sparked, Draco followed her gaze, but his mind couldn’t quite stay on the celestial display. “Explain them to me,” he said, genuine intrigue mixing with his usual bravado.

And so she did. (y/n) spoke about the stars with an ease Draco had never seen in anyone before, her words flowing like a soft melody. As she explained the constellations and their significance, Draco found himself leaning in, absorbed by her knowledge, her passion, and the way her eyes sparkled as she spoke. For a brief moment, everything else faded. The challenge, his reputation—nothing mattered. All he could focus on was her.

Then, as if caught in a trance, (y/n) looked up at him, meeting his gaze. Draco felt his heart race, something more than the rush of victory stirring within him. But that part of him, the one that had always enjoyed winning, soon reared its head again. The challenge was still there—he had to have her, had to make her fall into his arms, just like all the others.

He moved closer, leaning in slowly, as though to kiss her. But just as his lips neared hers, (y/n) stepped back, her face stern. “You completely misread the situation,” she said, her voice cold yet calm.

Draco’s breath caught in his throat. “But I thought-” he stammered, his ego bruised.

(y/n) didn’t hesitate. “Well, you thought wrong,” she replied, a sharp edge to her words.

For a moment, Draco stood there, stunned. His male pride flared. “Do you know who I am? I’m the Slytherin Prince. My father’s reputation precedes me. You think you’re special (y/l/n)? Any girl would kill to be in your position right now.I just wanted to get you into my bed that’s all, don’t get any ideas.”

(y/n) paused, her expression unreadable, but something in her eyes shifted. She wasn’t moved by his words. She wasn’t impressed by his title or his family. She simply turned away, a faint look of disbelief crossing her face as she walked away.

Draco remained frozen for a long moment, the sting of rejection settling deep within him. He had never been rejected like this before, and it hurt in a way he couldn’t quite explain. Over the next few days, Draco couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered after (y/n) had walked away. He didn’t speak to her, but every time he saw her, he realized just how much she meant to him—more than anyone else ever had.

He found himself heartbroken for the first time in his life.

Determined to make amends, Draco tried to apologize, but (y/n) ignored him. He attempted several times, each encounter leaving him more desperate and frustrated. In each of those moments, his heartache grew, and he began to understand the pain he had inflicted on countless girls. Now, he felt it firsthand.

Word spread around Hogwarts that Draco was changing, and that he was apologizing to the girls he had once toyed with. Finally, on a quiet night,(y/n) heard whispers of his attempts at redemption. Her curiosity led her back to the Astronomy Tower, where Draco stood, staring up at the stars.

“So, you really have changed,” (y/n) said, her voice calm yet filled with a hint of curiosity.

Draco turned to face her, his expression softer than she had ever seen it. His gaze fixed on her with a kind of intensity, a vulnerability he hadn’t shown anyone before. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. “I’ve never felt anything like this before,” he said, his voice low. “It’s consuming. I’m in love with you, (y/n). I’m not the same person I was. I’ve hurt too many people, and I can’t live with that. But with you… it’s different. It’s real. I’m not just trying to win anymore. I want you, all of you.”

(y/n) heart skipped a beat as she looked at him, searching his eyes for any hint of deceit. But all she found was sincerity. She took a deep breath. “I don’t know about love, Draco. But I do like you. And I think… we can give this a shot.”

Draco’s face broke into a genuine smile, and for the first time, he felt like he had truly won something worth fighting for.

A/N- hey guysss,I hope you liked this part this is the first part to a series there are definitely going to be 2 more parts to it and after that if want it continue we’ll continue it so the next part is insane but I feel we need one more part in between to tie it together I’ll what I can do but if you liked and like to see to what happens next please comment down below and lemme know if you’re waiting for the next part and i would also love some feedback so please if you have some I would love to read about it byee loviesss

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Pairing: Kai Parker x reader

It's been a week since Jo's wedding, since Kai came back, killed jo and linked Elena to Bonnie. Damon almost killed him, almost but kai was two steps ahead and escaped before it could happen, I hate him for that, I hate that he lived, I hate that I met him, I hate what he did to my best friends, to Alaric , to Jo. I hate him. Aghhhhhh ,*deep breath* Anywhoo  Damon, Alaric and Bonnie fled to Europe for change of scenery and to get their mind off of all the terrible things and I was at mystic grill with Caroline

"So we still on for that sleepover?" I asked drowning my drink, she and I thought it would be good idea to have a sleepover, watch some chick flicks and basically have fun. "Yeah about that, actually Stefan asked me out to, it’s kinda our first date, sooo rain check for tomorrow?” Caroline asked with pleading eyes, I felt a little bad but that feeling was overtook by my happiness and excitement for her, I was truly happy for her “it’s okay care, I am really happy for you, we’ll do it tomorrow or some other day” I said with smile. she stood up, wore her jacket and left saying that she had to get ready, I sighed and left for my home too. I put on my jacket and started walking towards home and then suddenly felt someone following me, I looked back and no one was there, I brushed it off thinking I had become a paranoid living in this town and started walking again and then again I got a feeling someone was following me, I looked back and no one was there , now I turned back, took a deep breath and started walking faster, the feeling didn’t go away ,I was looking back and still running but there was no one and *crash* I bumped into someone and it was.... KAI PARKER, I stumbled and my face went white, now that he is a vampire too he is twice as dangerous “you weren’t running from me, were you? cause that would be a total waste of time since you know I am a heretic now, it’s amazing really except that I am hungry all the time” kai said smirking down at me. I started taking steps back “what do you want from me” I said “I just told you I am hungry all the time, I came to feed on you  DUH” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, well maybe it was for him. I started to back away and sprinted on the other direction but he quickly held my wrist , pulled me towards him and held me from my waist tightly “now don’t mind if I do” he said and brushed my hair away from neck and bit into it feeding from it and I screamed and cried  and thrashed trying to free myself from him but that only made his grip tighter, I felt myself getting weaker and weaker and then I remembered I had a little stake in my pocket, I reached for and stabbed it in his back he pulled out my neck and hissed I then threw a punch in his face with made his nose bleed a little and then I ran inside the forest. kai pulled the stake out of his back, wiped the blood from his nose “naughty girl” he exclaimed, he vamp speeded towards the forest “y/n come out, come out wherever you are, you know It won’t take me long to find you, with your neck bleeding and everything plus I can smell your  fear for miles” he sadistically laughed  quoting the song ‘ANIMALS’, y/n could hear him, that means he was getting closer, she couldn’t move because if she did, it would make a noise and she would get caught, so she stayed behind a tree, holding the spot on neck that kai bit earlier, and tried  to calm her heartbeat and breathing so he doesn’t  hear it, she heard the footsteps getting closer, she stiffened because of the terror and closed her her eyes wishing and praying he wouldn’t find her, suddenly the footsteps stopped and went into another direction as they grew fainter, y/n took a breath of relief .....and suddenly, someone whispered in her ear “you really suck at hiding” she screamed and fell on floor, she tried to run while still being on the floor but kai held her leg ,pulled her body and turned her around and went on the top of her and pinned her hands to the ground while she struggled beneath him  and he noticed how hot she looks struggling under him ‘ughh if only we were doing something else’ he thinks to himself “you know being in this position made me realize that we could have so much fun if you don’t keep killing the vibe” kai said smirking, y/n’s eyes widen at his statement and her face goes red, she was always attracted to him, she thought his sociopathic allure was hot ,which she  hated herself for “please let me go, please don’t kill me” she begged ,kai rolled his eyes on her statement and looking at her neck there was still blood from his previous bite, veins appeared under his eyes as he went for her neck, y/n shut her eyes and braced herself for the bite but it never came, instead he started licking the blood off, which in turn earned him a moan, hearing which he stopped for a second ‘holy shit, that was the sexiest sound ever, does this means she likes me too’ he wondered ‘well only way to find out’ he went her neck again and started kissing and sucking it, y/n closed her eyes in pleasure, moaning a little, no longer being able to hide her attraction to him. His kisses slowly went up towards her mouth, before kissing her, something that he wanted to do the longest time, he looked at her, admiring her features, she opened her eyes which he stared deep into for a second and went for her lips, and they kissed, which such passion and hunger for each other, y/n put her hands in his hair messing it up and he cupped her her face, lips moving in such sync as though they were made for each other only pulling away for some air, kai held her face, stared deep in her eyes, leaned in towards her ears and whispered “I could never kill you even I wanted to because-”he paused for a moment “ I love you” he finally exclaimed  kissed her cheek and disappeared into thin air. she stood up looking for him but saw he was not there,  she held the cheek he kissed, smiled  , looked up and whispered “I love you too”.