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You tried to keep your relationship discreet. Not a secret, but discreet. You knew how even the ghosts of the paintings of the castle have ears, so students ? Better avoid drama. But it wasn’t easy, Draco Malfoy wasn’t really discreet.
and having him as your boyfriend was everything but certainly not subtle.
Anytime he would pass by int he corridors, he would kiss your cheek softly, not caring if you were having a conversation with your friends, not caring if eyes were on you. You found that sweet, everyone did.
At lunch, when he would find you in the great hall, he would give you his chocolate bar, his desert, kissing your cheek affectionately before to go. He would manage to get one too for your best friend, because he knows this would make you happy.
So you and him became the kind of..”couple goal” of Hogwarts. Despite you both seeking for intimacy sometimes, just some time alone, you would easily find a photograph of you both taken int he library studying together, photograph made by a first year, added in the weekly journal of Hogwarts.
You did not mind at first, people now saw you as his girlfriend. All except one girl, that girl. Rebecca or something, she didn’t see you as his girlfriend but as a rival.
To your biggest surprise pleasure, she was in his house, he was tutoring her. Tutoring her potions.
Of course, you trusted him, with all your heart, you saw how devoted he was to you, how much love he has for you, everyone saw it, nobody could have imagined that Draco fucking Malfoy would pass and kiss you “good luck, darling” before your test. But you also saw Rebecca’s eyes on you.
How her eyes seemed to darken anytime you showed up, anytime his hand found your waist, anytime you breathed, just your existence was enough to make her wanna commit a murder. Maybe that was obsession, jealousy, envy…but you knew something was as up with her. You didn’t doubt him, not a second in the world..but your story with him started in potions tutoring sessions with him.
He was a top student in potions, Mcgonagall requested he should tutor students, obviously tutoring you had been his plan. But since your grades improved, he was obliged to help other students, you were okay with him helping other students..but something felt wrong about Rebecca.
You didn’t trust her, but you were also too embarrassed to tell it to Draco. You weren’t jealous..probably a bit paranoid, well how could you not ? You could picture him, sat, leaning over the table, smelling insanely good, his platinum hair styled, her gaze on his large hands touching the paper, his icy eyes on her, and her thinking he’s staring at her while he’s in fact waiting for her to answer the question about the ingredients..what if she hands him a love potion ?
Were you becoming insecure ?
You were lying on Draco’s bed. Reading, you weren’t really reading, you were lost in your paranoia again. It was late, Draco emerges out of the bathroom, a towel hanging low at his waist, damp hair clinging to his forehead. Droplets of water all over his bare chest- and god that chest.
He walks out and inhales the fresh air of the room, a contrast with the steam of his hot shower. He was tired, he had spent the whole day in the field, training. In the air. You could see the evidence of his years of practice, his body sculpted, fit, athletic. His pale skin looked appealing, and the moles on his shoulders made you want to kiss them.
He turned, back to you, rooming in his closet for a pyjama. You looked down, you were weak when it came to his back. He was oblivious to your gaze on him. He changed in his boxers and walked to you. “Did you see my pyjama , baby ? I prepared it before my shower, I think I left it on the bed”. You barely registered his words. You looked up and nods towards the cushion behind him. He walked over and changed.
You felt weird, not at him, but you felt a weird sensation again, him looking so..handsome, and adorable and hot- god get a grip..
He dried his hair in the towel before walking to you, turning off the lights and lying next to you. He looked at you the at your book. “Since I left to shower and came back, you’re still in the same page ?”. Fuck him for being that observant. And his voice was gentle. You cleared your throat and closed your book “I’m just tied” you answered, setting the book on the nightstand.
He stared at you, longly, an amused smile creeping his face “you’re nervous..”. You looked at him and smiled, a so fake smile “what- ? Why would I be nervous ?”. He shrugged and smirked “you tell me, is it because of me ?” You rolled your eyes and laid down fully, facing him on your side. After a moment of silence, during which he stared at your features, his eyes dragging down your pyjama, his hand found your waist pulling you closer to him “you’re pretty like this” he muttered. Your eyes softened at his tone, you reached up losing his nose “says you..”.
You still couldn’t get the image of Rebecca and him alone studying out of your head. And Draco could see the gears turning in your pretty head, he sighed “just tell me, y/n..” you bit your lip, looking down. “I can’t..it’s embarrassing”. That earned a chuckle from him, the sound warming your chest, “well either you tell me, either I read your mind” he joked, you grinned “do you know about the world intimacy ? What if I don’t want to share it with you, huh ?” You teased him.
His hand in your waist went down to your hips the your thigh, pulling your leg over his waist, by consequence, gluing you to him. He rolled his eyes but smiled “okay..but please tell me”. You looked at his eyes, his smile..”I think I’m becoming crazy..” you whispered. And the more you looked at him, the more you wanted to kiss him, hold him close to you, so no one would take him from you.
God that sounded so fucking insecure..
But you couldn’t help it, you just felt a sudden sense of protectiveness, or possessiveness, maybe you were becoming toxic. Maybe you were becoming selfish but you just wanted him to yourself at this point. His fingers caressed your thighs, his fingertips were right above the waistband of your shorts, going slowly up your spine, making your body shiver at the contact “tell me more, baby..”.
“I don’t like her..Rebecca..” you whispered, he looked at you, and he could see the jealousy in your eyes, slowly, you could see the realisation hitting him, his hand now on your stomach, right under your tank top, caressing your belly “the girl I tutor ?”.
You hummed, “I’ll sound crazy but I just don’t like her. I know she doesn’t like me too” his nose brushed against your cheek softly “mhm, why don’t you like her ?”. You relaxed at the proximity “because she’s obviously into you..” you looked down, embarrassed at your own words..”and what if she is ?”.
You paused and pulled away slightly, giving a look like ‘are you serious right now ?’, he couldn’t help the way his smirk grew wider, his face nuzzled your neck, kissing his way down your collarbone slowly “you’re jealous..” he whispered against your skin.
You closed your eyes, feeling an intense sensation hitting you now, you were used to him doing this, but now you felt how exclusive he was. You had him only for you, you just sighed, relaxed, your fingers finding his hair. He sucked on your skin, softly, not rushing, just enough to claim his presence “I’m yours, you know that, right ?” God how could someone be so perfect ?
“I-I know it’s just that her being alone with you for an hour makes me go crazy..” you breathed, honest. He left a trail of open mouth kisses the way up to your jaw, then your chin, then his lips found yours. Slow, in a slow rhythm making you lose your dignity, your arm wrapped around his neck. You loved when he kissed you this way, nothing rushed, just his tongue dancing with yours in a slow motion. He pulled away to peck the corner of your mouth then your mouth again. Then again. Then again, and again. “Then I’ll stop tutoring her..”he breathed against your lips. “No, it’s not heathy, you won’t stop because I-“ he cuts you with another soft kiss, shutting you up, his hands found your face as they cupped it. “And having you fidgeting all day about this so healthy maybe..?”.
You found no words, you were toxic maybe. Maybe you were, you didn’t want him to think you were insecure that he’d have to stop tutoring her so you can finally sleep at night. But you also didn’t want her around him. “Draco I’m fine..I’m just being honest, but you can’t stop tutoring her, she needs this to improve her grades..” Draco laughed at the hypocrisy of your words, as if you’d be worried about her grades.
But he knew you were a sweetheart, that you would make people’s happiness your priority, so that if you had to support Rebecca ogling your boyfriend during the study sessions but at the end of the day, he would get great appreciations by the professors for his investment..you would absolutely do it.
He stared at you and leaned down kissing your lips again “I love you so fucking much..”. You smiled against his lips, he did too. Because whatever what people did or thought. At the end of the day, it’s your lips that he’s kissing, it’s to you that he kisses “I love you” before to sleep.
There were few things that were precious to Draco Malfoy..quidditch, his friends, even though he would rather die than to admit it, his mother..teasing some first years students..but most of all..his ballerina.
She had never truly spoke to him, despite few glances in the corridors, she never made herself an opinion on him. Until he started mocking her ballerinas in third year. Those pale pink ballerinas with little bows that made her outfits adorable. And when he learnt that she does ballet ? Oh that was something else. Since then, he started to call her with his favourite nickname, the only person for who he would use it..ballerina.
Ever since she didn’t fully appreciate him, she thought his humour was shitty, his persona stupid, arrogant. When she passed in the corridors, the nickname would slip out of his mouth, only for her to hear, only to earn a glare from her. He lived for this. For her attention on him. This year, she noticed how his tone softened when he spoke to her, they only shared one class, and it was divination. And the weird behaviour started there.
She was struggling to see any image by staring at the crystal ball. And to add to her annoyance, there was professors Trelawney. Gasping when she stared at her crystal ball before patting her shoulder with a horrified expression “Oh..dear..my poor soul..” professor Trelawney would the walk to see other images with other students. Leaving her confused and deadpanned. She hated divination. That’s when Draco had stood and walked to sit next to her. Telling her she had to relax and not believe the professor’s dramatic show.
She had stared at him with astonishment, he looked at her crystal ball and looked at her “What do you want to see ?” He asked her, she noticed how his eyes weren’t full of mischief, but soft, serious and waiting for her answer. She took long to answer him, still caught of guard by the sudden change of behaviour. “I don’t know..anything but soon death I suppose” she said, earning a chuckle from him.
What the fuck was happening ?
But it didn’t stop here. Draco Malfoy’s persona changed totally, not the teasing. Who would be Draco Lucius Malfoy without his taunting words and his smug smile ? Though she noticed how much he would try to make a conversation over little things.
She was oblivious, absolutely fucking oblivious to his signals. He wanted to just put glasses on her nose to make her see. Everyone noticed, of course people noticed, it wasn’t common for Draco to assist to ballet classes training that took place in the theatre, forcing Blaise and Theo to sit with him. For a whole hour. This were the best hours of the week for him, siting and watching her train, in her little pale pink top and pink tutu. Staring at the way the silk bun she wore highlighted her features, making them more visible, showing the soft curve of her neck.
When he saw her ballet shoes scratched, he had bought her new one, shiny pink, with ribbons and bows on it. Just like the ballerinas he had mocked few years ago. Oh and by the way, he adored her ballerinas. He left them on her bed, in a box, wrapped with a pretty ribbon. No name. No signature. He had thought hers were old and scratched but to his disappointment, he learnt by Pansy that ballerinas scratched their shoes on purpose, to make the comfortable, by pulling out pieces and all.
She was oblivious for a long time. But lately she noticed his behaviour. And she was..confused, she didn’t really appreciate him at first but seeing his eyes liner in her for too long, how he would pass next to her and press his hand on her lower back to ease himself through the people. She also noticed how good he smelled. This melange of musk, and oud, expensive, the kind of scent you would smell and remember for days, but never smell somewhere else again. She also noticed how he looked good, insanely good with his hair styled. How good his hands and wrists looked, veiny, with his silver watch and bracelet around it.
She also noticed how his eyes would sharpen, especially when she was talking to her prefect. That fucking prefect boy. Draco despised him, not because he had disrespected him or something, but he despised him for his sweetness, his politeness that made her smile anytime he spoke to her. A prefect was charged to talk to the students of their house when necessarily, not any fucking time. They were not supposed to bring you water when you were thirsty after sport, not ogle you in your sportswear.
That was actually happening.
She just finished running, looking at her watch, cheeks flushed, ponytail loose, slowly walking out of the field. Then the prefect walked to her with that sweet smile. He was kind, really sweet. “Hey, you did a great job here” he said, handing her a bottle of fresh water.
She smiled accepting the kind gesture “Oh thank you, just what I needed right now !”. They chatted, for a moment, she really thought he was sweet, but he was holding her by talking, talking about a stupid test he failed. The problem was that he was desperately trying to flirt with her, but she didn’t see it that way, she was too fucking oblivious, calling his gestures only kind.
Draco was sat on benches not far, giving a glare at Theo when he blew his smoke on him, though his focus was on her. And he could see it, she wanted to go. Probably go shower and change but she was too good to stop the conversation. He ignored Blaise and Theo’s teasing when he got up, walking towards her and the prefect.
He wanted to punch him, or diving his fingers into his eyes for ogling her in those leggings. He already caught this bastard staring at her thighs when she was in that adorable tutu. Oh how he hated when someone else looked at her in her ballets outfits. They were for him only.
“You seem to have taken it upon yourself to be…useful” the words came of out his mouth. Cold. Interrupting Liam’s uninteresting story. “Excuse me ?” Said Liam, his brow furrowed, eyes going between Draco and Daisy. Draco stood straight, unbothered, almost nonchalant “I thought men had learned how to impress a girl. Apparently, I was mistaken. That’s your approach, then ? Hydration ?” His tone was dry.
Liam felt it instantly, the sting under Draco’s words. What was just a simple gesture now feels embarrassingly small, like he’s been reduced to something trivial without even realizing it. His jaw tightened , fingers curling slightly around the bottle as a flicker of doubt slips in. For a second, he wondered if he’s been made to look foolish… and worse, if she saw it too.
And she definitely felt it too. She stood there, uncomfortable, she gives a look at Draco. Liam just stands here, awkwardly “I-i just thought she would need it after running..” he stuttered, his face reddening quickly. She felt bad for him. “Mm… thoughtful.” A faint exhale, almost a sigh. “I imagine that felt rather impressive.” Then, without another glance, he looks at her and mutters softly “Come on, I need you for a minute”.
She didn’t get time to fully register to jab at Liam and his fingers lacing hers as he tugged her away. His grip gentle yet firm. She turned to Liam, feeling so bad for him and gave him a look while she mouthed “sorry!”. Draco led her towards the locker rooms, then turned looking down at her “Really ? Flirting with Ashford now ?” He said, crossing his arms.
She blinked..”what ?” Asking as if she misheard but she definitely heard him. He sighs “I’m asking you, if-“ he starts. “I heard you, Draco. I don’t owe you any explanations actually ? And seriously ? Did you have to be tho mean to him ? The gesture was actually very kind.” She said, crossing her arms too. He rolled his eyes “I was not mean, I was stating facts. If that was his way of flirting with you, this was really embarrassing for him actually..”.
She stared at him as if he was stupid “Flirting ? He was being nice, something you don’t seem to know apparently”. That made his lips twitch, an amused expression taking place on his face “Oh really ? He was nice, and I am the big bad wolf i guess ?” He muttered, taking a step closer. She scoffed “well not hard to guess considering how men you were, and even if he was flirting, this is none of your concern.”.
He stared down at her, the muscle of his jaw clenched “oh yeah ? What would you have done if I didn’t appear, you would have flirted with him ?” His tone was laced with jealousy. And she saw it. “What if I would ?” She asked earning a grin from him. “Cmon, ballerina, you wouldn’t flirt, I’m pretty sure you don’t even know how to bat your lashes” he purrs, taking another step. Heat rose to her face at the insinuation “I know how to flirt !” Her tone rising.
He took another step, his face an inch away from hers, his cologne filling her nostrils “yeah ? Flirt with me then..” he whispered. He wasn’t playing, his smirk disappeared, he was serious. Her breath caught in her throat and he saw it. His fingers found hers, not lacing together, just holding her fingers loosely alongside their bodies “cmon ballerina, show me how you flirt”.
She couldn’t speak, she was too stunned to say something. Too aware of the proximity, it should be criminal to smell this good..”I-i uh..” she started, he let out a soft chuckle “you why ? Cmon pretty you can do better than that..”.
The more he spoke, the less she could think.
“Draco you’re being mean..” she managed to say, her face reddening as much as Liam’s face did few minutes ago. His fingers stayed where they were, holding her fingers, his thumbs drawing little circles over her palms. “No, love, I’m not mean, I have standards. I would not bring you some water to earn your heart” he whispered, his tone holding that passion in him.
“A-and what would you do ?” She breathed, her brain refused to work properly right now, all she could think about was the way his fingers touched her skin, and how much the tone in his voice made her lower stomach heat.
He looked at her eyes, then briefly at her lips, before his gaze softened at her flushed cheeks they were pink from effort, from running, from him. “I’d do so much…” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Fresh water wouldn’t even impress anymore.”
He took notice of the way her breath hitched and he kept going “If you were mine, you’d stop noticing anything less.” Her breath caught. Nothing came out, not even a sound. Draco didn’t wait for an answer. He didn’t need one. He squeezed her hands once, slow, certain, before letting go. And then he left.
Not because the moment was over.
But because, in his mind, it had already begun something else. His words were going to become actions. And when she would look into the crystal ball again, there would be no emptiness left, but only a future shaped by his voice, clear enough for her to finally see them together.
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Hi babes, I kinda like this one and also don’t know what to think about it. Lemme know what you think. Requests are open, though it’s my exams period so I might take some time to respond but I promise I hear you.
Oh and by the way, I know I always write reader as « she/her » lemme know if you’d prefer « you ». And because I’ve been asked, yes I always write fem!reader x Draco Malfoy. If this feels like I don’t involve everyone, do not hesitate to share with me tips or suggestions ! I’m not a writer, I do not consider myself this way, I write for fun. So my writing is far from perfect and I’m still learning and I am open to your advices.
He had spent a long day. An exhausting one. He didn’t even answer to Blaise’s texts on his phone, leaving him on Seen. He hadn’t even put on a pyjama after his shower, the hot water adding to his dizziness.
He had allowed himself to fall on bed, in his boxers. It was still early comparing to the time he usually sleeps. Sprawled on his bed, he had closed his eyes and drifted to unconsciousness. When he opened his eyes, stirring due to the sunlight coming through his curtains..he couldn’t help but tense.
On his pillow, right next to him, hair sprawled, a floral perfume filled his nostrils. She was here. Asleep, on his bed. He sighed at the sight of her, she turned slowly and stirred slowly, eyes opening, smile taking place on her pretty face. She leaned closer, against his chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent.
God, he needed this.
His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, his lips brushed slowly against her cheek. A tender expression of his affection for her, after hours of quidditch practice, intervening in a fight between Theo and a guy in hogsmeade meade, tutoring a third year in potions, all he needed was this. Holding her in his arms and kissing her skin softly. Like always, she would start to kiss his neck softly before wrapping her arm around his neck pulling him closer until their lips met.
At this very moment, Draco pushed aside all the guilt in his chest away, kissing her back slowly, his tongue making its way between her lips. His tongue dancing with hers softly, tasting that sweetness of hers. Her hand would caress his chest and he would pull her over him, making her straddle him. “Is this okay ?” He breathed against her mouth, his tone so gentle.
She would only nod and kiss him again, earning a soft “mhm” from him. His hands would only stay on her hips and waist. He already felt bad for kissing her like this, doing more even if he could would drive him mad, but god it was so tempting.
She leaned down slowly kissing the moles on his body, that was what she always did when she appeared. Her delicate lips leaving a trail of kisses on every mole she could find on his chest. He lifted his hand, reaching to her hair, caressing the soft brands. He would hold her and pull her back into another kiss. He was greedy..
God forbid a man to worship his muse
He knew he had not much time anymore, he learnt the rules now. His hands cradling her face softly kissing her whole face, her nose, cheeks, eyelids, chin the back to those swollen lips. “You’re gorgeous..” he muttered between his kisses. She would only smile at him and lay her head over his chest, her fingers absently tracing circles over his skin.
When his eyes opened again, he was in his bed alone. He felt that emptiness inside of him at the sight of the empty place next to him. Draco started to make this lucid dream months ago. It just happened once, then he had realised it was a dream, and he became greedy.
He would purposely go to sleep early sometimes, nap more often after classes, only to see her, hold her and kiss her. Despite this being his way to release pressure, it quickly became an inconvenient for him. Especially when he saw her in class, she would pass by and greet him softly “Hi, Draco” with her voice. He would smile back, trying to ignore the guilt he was feeling.
He wasn’t doing anything bad in his dream, despite holding her and kissing her- ‘God what a creep’ he thought. He should just go to her, talk to her but he thought he was unworthy. She didn’t deserve a creep that dreamt of her like that. These weren’t even erotic dreams..technically he didn’t try anything yet, feeling too bad for even thinking about it.
Sometimes he didn’t control it, he would simply sleep and wake up with her next to him. But this was nothing compared to the astonishment he felt when he walked through the corridors and stopped in his tracks. Hearing voices, hushed voices..”I’m telling you, Elena ! It’s not Normal I keep dreaming of him this often ! Anytime I close my eyes I find myself kissing Draco Malfoy !”.
He froze.
He thought he was crazy, he may be for feeling this excited over this information. She was dreaming of his as much as he dreamt of her. Fate had a twisted fucking sense of humour..
They all knew their friend had a deep crush on her. For years now, at first ? They thought it was a little crush, the kind of ones you get when you notice a pretty girl walking by the corridors. Though they noticed how his eyes lingered on her longer than others, when she would take the stairs and laugh with her friend because she almost lost her balance as the stairs magically moved.
That idiot would stare with a little smile on his face.
But Draco Malfoy wasn’t the type to melt when a girl gave him attention. God- he was used to attention. In potions ? He was used to this Hufflepuff girl, kindly sharing with him her ingredients, he would thank her politely. He always did. But his eyes always lingered on her. She would sit in the back, paired with Blaise. He could barely hear her voice, he would notice her and Blaise exchanging together, she was nice.
He got so, so jealous, this evening in potions, she had lent her pen to Blaise because this fool dared to come to Snape’s class without his quill. She lent him a pen, fancy fountain pen, it was black, with her initials engraved on it. Blaise had been smirking and rubbing it to his face the whole evening, teasing him about it.
So the next week, same day, same class. Malfoy didn’t bring his quill in purpose. He had prayed the whole night, murmuring to his pillow, hoping she would show him kindness and lend her own to him. Just the idea of holding something of hers, touching what she touched made something twist in his chest. A frown took place on his face the morning, to his surprise and disappointment..she did not show up. The seat next to Blaise was empty.
Not to mention the remark from professor Snape, Malfoy was neat, organised, it was a surprise for the professor that one of his best students in potions showed a lack of serious for forgetting his quill. He had been grumpy the whole day. Wondering where she could be. Was she feeling ill ? Did she not wake up in time ? Or maybe was she just skipping classes ?
No that was not like her. Never like her. She was the type of student that prepared her classes and lessons. The kind of student to stay late in the library to study or read some books in there because during the day it was too crowded or too loud.
After dinner, he was sat in one of the sofas of the common room. Blaise was sprawled next to him, scrolling on his phone. Theo was smoking while explaining to Lorenzo why it was a crime to cut pasta. Draco’s foot was relentlessly tapping against the parquet. Until blaise snapped his fingers right infront of his gray eyes. “Man, what’s the matter ?” He asks his friend, looking at him as if he came from another planet. He does not let Draco the chance to answer before he continues “She did not show up for one day only. It’s not like she left to another universe !?” He says, his tone almost scandalous, how could he not be scandalised when Malfoy, the epitome of composure was..nervous over a girl ?
Draco gave him a look, before waving aggressively the smoke away from his face, giving a death stare to Theo now. This last one raises his hands up and holds his cigarette to his friend, an attempt to calm him. Draco scoffs and gets on his feet, pacing around now. Checking his watch before to stop.
10pm.
Normally, she should be int he library studying. Logically, yeah ! If she missed her whole classes today, knowing her, she would be in the library, studying and catching up on the missed lessons. Draco turns quickly, walking past the boys, not giving a glance to Lorenzo yelping when his friend just stepped on his foot.
The fresh air in the corridors hits differently at this hour. Draco walks slightly faster now, god- it’s cold out here..did she plan to take a jacket or a cardigan with her ? It’s November, she would normally-
He stops in his tracks when he catches a glimpse of her figure, he just entered the library, he can see her. She’s sat at a table by her own, a pile of books on the table, she’s copying something on her notebook. Probably writing the lessons she missed today, and she’s not wearing a jacket.
She was in her..pyjamas ?
He walks closer, careful to make sounds from afar so he doesn’t startle her once closer. This earned a glance towards his direction, her eyes lingered on him few seconds before she looked back to her notebook. Her pen going now between her teeth. A habit she has when she gets nervous or when she’s focus in class.
Was she nervous ?
He probably forgot he was now standing infront of her for a minute. Because she was smiling at him..softly and awkwardly..she tilts her head on the side “Evening, Malfoy”. This simple greeting went right through his chest. He barely blinked. He did though, only once. He gives her a little nod “Evening, Do you mind if I si-“ he starts.
“No! Please have a seat..I’m a lone anyway” she says grinning softly. He sits in front of her. The dim light of the candles in the library casts a bright warmth in the whole room. His heart ached at how soft she looks. “You— are you alright ? You did not show up in potions this morning and- I don’t want to intrude or something-“ he starts to stutter.
Fuck this
She stares at him for a moment, hiding a grin behind her hand “I am fine yes, don’t worry you’re not intruding, I was just a little sick.” This was why Draco had a thing for her, and god that thing was big. Big enough to burn his heart with excitement anytime she spoke to him or even glanced his way. She was so kind, so adorable.
He gives her a nod of understanding..fidgeting with his bracelet under the table. She looks up at him “You got scolded by Snape in class ?” She asks, making conversation. He looks up at her, that was a joke ? She wasn’t even here and she managed to know ? What a humiliation. He clears his throat, keeping his voice low and gentle “Yeah, I didn’t bring my quill, guess he was disappointed or something..” he answers, trying to ignore the heat at the back of his neck..a grown man like him got scolded by professor Snape..God he wasn’t a first year..
She chuckles “Well Professor Snape definitely has a weird way to show it but I think that he’s got a liking for you, I mean you’re a top student in potions.” Draco’s brain stopped working. First of all : Snape ? A liking for him ? And..she noticed he was a top student ? Was she flirting with him ? Because That was working.
He can’t help the smirk taking place on his face “You sure have a thing with words..I highly doubt Snape smiles at the thought of me but..I guess I’m not a student to complain about.” That made her roll her eyes as she grinned.
God she was so sweet
“You know what I meant..by the way..” she reaches in her bag, looking for something. She frowns and mutters inaudible things. She starts to pull out of her bag randomly things, a book, Love and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Then a pair of Chanel brown vintage glasses, then a notebook. She mutters something again, her tone full of frustration before she pulls out a lipstick, her earbuds, then a pocket mirror, then a random earring before she smiles when she gets what she seemingly has been looking for.
A black fancy fountain pen.
It wasn’t hers. This one was engraved “𝐷.𝑀.”
And Draco forgot how to breathe. He stares at her, lips parted, trying to make a sound but nothing came out. She smiles at him “Blaise told me you broke your quill. I was in Hogsmeade with my friend earlier. So you don’t get scolded again” she says, her voice sounding like Honey to his ears. This last ones were pink. This too, was a humiliation, how could a grow man like him get his ears blushing !?
“Y-you got it for me..?” He manages to ask, taking the or in his hands. He got fountain pens, god he got a whole collection, taking the dust in his drawer. He never showed any interest for them. It was just pens. But this one was..- she just bought him a pen because she heard he got scolded ?
As he stares at her, he could already picture her in a wedding dress, she would hold a bouquet of dahlias, because it was her favourite flowers. The ceremony would be accompanied by an orchestral performance and- that smile. He stared down at the pen in his hands. She engraved his initials on it. It was his but form her. So it makes it theirs right ?
They had matching pens now. No more jealousy over her lending her pen to Blaise when he forgot it, she got him the same as hers engraved. No words could describe how much ecstatic he was feeling. She got him something. To be his. Totally his. It felt so casual, it was a pen right ? But it felt so intimate.
Blaise had told her his friend broke his quill while in fact he just purposely forgot it. He had taken advantage of her kindness, knowing she would feel bad for Draco being yelled at. Malfoy should be blaming his friend but maybe that made him also a selfish bastard..on the way to the common room he was thanking his friend in his mind.
Maybe being scolded by professor Snape in front of the whole class was worth it after all…
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It’s 04:27 am. I can’t sleep so I just wrote this. I apologise if you find some mistakes, I’m half asleep but I wanted to finish writing this before to forget about this little scenario.
Hope you like it! Requests are always open btw babes.
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Not the usual low, lazy kind of noise—but alive. Chaotic. Messy.
Theo was half lying, half hanging off the couch, one leg over the armrest like gravity didn’t apply to him. Lorenzo was pacing like he was plotting something illegal. Regulus stood near the window, quiet, observant, arms crossed like he was judging the entire room.
And Blaise?
Blaise was suffering.
“I’m telling you” he said dramatically, voice hoarse “this is targeted. This is personal.” “Relax..” Theo muttered, not even looking at him.
“I’m allergic, Theodore.”
“And yet you’re still alive..Tragic.”
“I’m fading.”
“You’re talking.”
“I’m talking through pain.”
“The performance is incredible,” Lorenzo added dryly.
At the center of it all—
The problem.
A cat.
Not just any cat..
A massive, overly fluffy, suspiciously clean white cat, sitting like it owned the place. Its fur spilled over itself like expensive fabric, and around its neck—“Those are real diamonds” Regulus noted quietly.
“Of course they are..” Lorenzo said. “That thing pays taxes”. The cat blinked slowly. Like it agreed.
And then—There was Draco.
Sitting back in the armchair, legs stretched out, posture relaxed, expression unreadable. Cold. Detached. Effortlessly composed.
Except for one detail..the cat was in his lap.
Again.
“I don’t understand why it keeps choosing you” Blaise groaned, pointing accusingly. Draco didn’t even glance at him “I didn’t invite it.”
“You didn’t stop it.”
“It didn’t give me a choice.”
The cat kneaded his thigh.Draco’s jaw tightened slightly. Theo snorted “Look at you..Bonding.”
“I am not bonding.”
“You’re being adopted.”
“By a millionaire” Lorenzo added.
“I don’t want it” Draco muttered the cat settled deeper into him.“That’s not what your body language says” Regulus murmured. Blaise sneezed violently “GET IT AWAY FROM ME OR I SWEAR—”
Knock knock.
The room stilled.
Another knock.
Softer..Besitant.
Lorenzo frowned “If that’s Filch, I’m throwing the cat at him.” “Do it” Blaise croaked. Lorenzo walked to the door, pulled it open—
And froze.
Completely.
“…oh”.
Theo turned his head slowly. “Why do you look like you’ve seen God ?”
No answer.
Lorenzo just stepped aside.
And there she was.
Y/n.
Standing there in soft pajamas, hair a little messy, like she’d been running around campus. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyes wide, a little worried, but still gentle. Always gentle..
Too soft for this room.
“Hi… um—sorry, I know it’s late” she said, voice sweet, a little breathless “I just wanted to ask if—”
She paused..noticing all of them staring “…I’m not interrupting something weird, am I?” “Yes” Theo said instantly.
“No” Draco said at the exact same time.
She blinked.
“Oh—okay” she said softly, clearly deciding not to question it. “I just—has anyone seen a white cat? It has a—”
“Diamond necklace?” Blaise shot up like he’d been revived “Is this yours? Take it—PLEASE !”
Her entire face lit up, like someone turned on a light inside her “Yes! You’ve seen her?!” She stepped in without hesitation. Straight toward Draco.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t even breathe properly.
“Oh my gosh—there you are!” she said, relief flooding her voice.
She leaned down—
Her fingers brushed his wrist.
It was nothing.
Barely a second.
But Draco—
Draco forgot how to exist.
She gently picked up the cat from his lap, hugging it close like it belonged there..” I was so worried” she murmured into its fur. “Big Ben !”
Silence.
Theo turned away so fast his shoulder hit the wall. Lorenzo bent over, hands on his knees, shaking silently.
Blaise made a strangled, inhuman noise and grabbed a pillow.
Regulus looked down, pressing his lips together.
Draco blinked slowly.
“…Big Ben?” he repeated under his breath.
“Yes!” she said brightly, completely sincere “Because she’s big… and… you know.”
Theo’s back started shaking.
Blaise disappeared into the pillow.
Lorenzo whispered “I’m not going to survive this.”
Draco, somehow, held it together.
Barely.
“It suits her” he said quietly. Four heads snapped toward him. Betrayal. Pure betrayal.
“What ?” Draco said, defensive now. “It does.”
The cat—Big Ben—purred.
Of course it did.
Y/n smiled softly.
“Thank you… I’ve been looking for her everywhere” she said, eyes drifting back to Draco. “Where’d you find her?”
Theo, still recovering, waved a hand vaguely “Field. Draco.”
She looked at him.
And something in Draco’s chest tightened.
“Oh” she said softly.
Too soft.
Too genuine.
“It was nothing” he said, voice quieter than usual.
Not cold.
Not distant.
Just… gentle.
She smiled at him.
God.
“Still” she said, adjusting the cat in her arms, “thank you, Draco.”
Behind him, Theo made a muffled choking sound. Blaise kicked the armchair. Regulus turned away completely now. Lorenzo just stared at Draco like he was witnessing the downfall of a man.
“I’m really sorry if she caused trouble,” Y/n added, glancing around. “She’s a menace ! ” Blaise said into the pillow.
She shifted Big Ben in her arms, then looked back at Draco again. “Thank you again” she said, softer now. And then, just a little playful—“I guess I know who to come to if she disappears again.”
Draco didn’t hesitate.
“…anytime.”
Silence.
Heavy..immediate..
Theo slowly turned his head.
Lorenzo’s jaw dropped.
Blaise lowered the pillow.
Regulus blinked..Y/n paused, then—
A small laugh slipped out of her.
Soft..incontrolled.
She quickly covered her mouth, eyes widening slightly “Oh—sorry—” she said, a little flustered now, glancing between them “I didn’t mean to laugh, it’s just—”
She looked down at the cat.
Then back at them.
“It sounds funnier when you all say it like that…” Theo made a broken noise.
“I really do like the name” she added quickly, almost guilty now, like she didn’t want to offend anyone “I promise—it suits her..” she said smiling as if trying to convince them that the name was super cute..it was..they were just immature..
Draco let out the faintest breath of amusement “It does” he said quietly.
She looked at him again.
And smiled.
Softer this time.
Almost shy.
“Goodnight” she said.
“Goodnight” he replied.
Then turned and walked out, hugging Big Ben close, her shoulders still slightly shaking with a tiny, contained giggle she was clearly trying to hold back.
The door closed.
Silence.
A long one.
Draco leaned back slightly, exhaling.
“…don’t” he said calmly.
Too late.
Theo collapsed first, laughter exploding out of him.
“BIG BEN—” Blaise fell off the chair. Lorenzo slid down the wall. Even Regulus turned away, shoulders shaking.
The room lost it.
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I’m back babes, hope you are all doing great. I’m not posting because I have my exams soon. School’s been a bitch to me lately. Anyway here’s a little shot as an apology..I was having a cat fever and imagined the nickname I started to giggle alone in my bed.
(This is what I imagine dating Draco Malfoy would look like in my imagination. Feel free to disagree. English isn’t my language, so I apologise for the grammatical mistakes).
✩ He is a difficult person to know because he is very exclusive. He is known by a lot of people, yet he isn’t friendly with everyone, almost no one. Wanna be his friend ? Keep dreaming, or you’re his friend since first year, or he doesn’t care about your existence at all.
✩ He is really smart and pays attention to his classes. He’s hates getting a bad grade, that hurts his ego. He gets good grades easily, even without studying, which can be really annoying to people.
✩ He is really observant , he always analyses everything around him and notices anything about you. It could be the way you changed your nice lipstick to a more brownish tone, the way you folded your page into a heart to make a bookmark instead of just buying one. Or even the way you chew your pen with that little frown on your face when you were focused..
✩ He is the adorable type of jealous. Whenever a guy is talking to you, he would observe the way you are polite and smiley. That would make him stare into the guy’s soul, jaw clenched, playing with his ring. And every time you would come back to him to chat, he would pout. Like a kid, the worst ? He doesn’t assume it. It’s just a betrayal to him, you were supposed to be polite and adorable to him only.
✩ He adores to spoil you, especially with his “nonchalant” attitude. He would usually walk to you int he corridors before your test and hand you your favourite chocolates as an encouragement. Or he would casually leave some packages on your bed so you find some surprises.
✩ He adores teasing you about your cheesy romantic books. When you would ask him to read you a page, he would just dramatically make vomit reflexes, saying it should be illegal to write such cringe things yet would always buy you more books.
✩ He would always kiss you good night before to sleep. Even when you both argue and are mad to each other, he would just lay and hold you and kiss you good night, because he would rather die than sleep mad at you not knowing what could happen in the morning.
✩ He would write you poems every months, confessing to you, yet keeping them in his drawer because he knew you would tease him about it.
Draco had been enduring Theo and Blaise’s jokes for years now, the snickering, the nudges, the dramatic sighs every time Y/n walked past. Normally he’d snap at them, tell them to grow up, or simply pretend he was unaffected.
Tonight ? He didn’t even bother pretending. The moment he pushed the library doors open, the heavy wood groaning, lantern-light spilling across the floor, his eyes went straight to the tables near the windows. He didn’t look for books. Didn’t pretend he had a reason. He was here for her, and his friends knew it too well.
Theo whistled low behind him : “Merlin, he’s not even hiding it anymore. Our prince is fully whipped.” Blaise added grandly, sweeping a hand in Draco’s direction,
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present: The Malfoy Heir Who Abandons His Subjects for One Pretty Girl.” Draco didn’t spare them a glance. “So what ?” He ask, they could hear his annoyance rising in his tone.
The boys stumbled over each other. Theo blinked. “Did he just—did he just so what us?” Blaise muttered “That’s it. He’s gone. Completely deranged. We’ve lost him to soft smiles and pink pajamas.” Draco’s lips twitched, but he kept walking.
Then he saw her.
Sitting there in pale pink pajamas, hair braided loosely over her shoulder, cheek resting in her hand. She looked painfully beautiful and absolutely drained. The kind of tired where her eyelids fought to stay open. The lantern beside her flickered over her face, giving her that glow he’d secretly memorized.
His irritation flared instantly—not at her. Never at her. But at the fact that she was even awake at this hour. He knew her schedule almost better than his own. She liked going to bed early before potions days. She hated being groggy in the morning. She always reviewed her notes before sleep.
So why the hell was she here at midnight ?
He walked straight to her, leaving Theo and Blaise behind. She didn’t even notice him approaching until he was right beside her. He sat down, close, his hand brushing her arm instinctively the way you tuck something precious closer without thinking.
“Hello, love” he murmured, softer than he intended. She looked up, eyelids heavy, but still gifted him with a tired smile that hit him right in the chest.
“Hi, Draco..” she said meekly. “What are you doing here ?” Draco asked, already knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer. She hesitated, fingers picking at her quill as she sighs.
“Umbridge punished me..”.
Everything inside him stilled.
She explained the disagreement, the evidence she presented, the way Umbridge insulted her in front of the class, calling her a show-off and a nerd, telling her she ‘seemed to enjoy doing extra work’ and could write fifty lines apologizing for daring to disagree.
Draco’s expression went blank, the way it always did when anger slid through him like cold steel. His jaw clenched hard enough to ache.
“She said that to you” he murmurs to himself. Y/n gave a small shrug like she was used to swallowing her pride.
“It… it doesn’t matter. I just need to get this done, I’m almost done anyway-“ she starts-“The hell you do” Draco muttered, cutting her. She blinked at him in confusion.
“Draco—”
He leaned in before she could continue, brushing a soft kiss to her cheek, lingering long enough to make her exhale in surprise.
Her cheeks warmed, eyes fluttering shut.
“You’re not doing another line” he whispered. “Not one more.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“She’s a teacher ! I can’t just—”
“You can” he murmured. “Because I said so.”
She stared at him, stunned by the certainty in his tone. Draco didn’t like repeating himself, and the tone in his voice made it clear : She wasn’t going to finish this fucking essay. He stood, gathering her books like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Come on. You’re going to bed.”
She followed him, quiet, trusting in that way he’d secretly treasured for years. He escorted her to her common room door, watching her disappear behind it before he finally let the fury inside him out. By the time he turned around, Theo and Blaise were already there.
“So..” Blaise said, “are we going to pretend you didn’t just kiss her like she’s your childhood sweetheart in a romance novel ?” Theo added, “And now you’re storming off looking like you’re about to commit a felony?”. They adore to tease him about her.
Draco buttoned his cuffs with smooth precision.
“I’m going to speak to Umbridge.” He announced, confidently, sure of himself- no, determined.
Theo choked on his spit : “Now ? It’s midnight ?!”. Blaise snorted. “She’s probably asleep under six blankets of pink fluff. Good luck.” Draco shot them a deadly sideways glance. He didn’t give a single damn, Umbridge could be sleeping on a mountain, he would climb it to defend his girl. No matter who was in-front of him, no matter the status.
“Do you think my father sleeps when someone messes with a Malfoy?” He asks, eyes straight in-front of him. Theo raised his hands. “Oh Merlin, he’s in heir-to-the-throne mode.”
Draco didn’t deny it.
He moved with purpose, the kind taught to him by expensive tutors and generations of power, climbing Umbridge’s tower like he owned every brick of it. He knocked once, sharp, authoritative. After a moment, the door opened to reveal Umbridge in a pink dressing gown, hair in rollers, cat plates blinking behind her. She looked ridiculous, but her expression turned wary at the sight of him.
“Mr. Malfoy ?” she sputtered. “What is the meaning of—” she’s cut by his voice : “I’m here on business” Draco said, brushing past her into the office.
“That is highly inappropriate—” she starts, raising her voice highly. “Not as inappropriate as humiliating a student in your classroom” Draco answered calmly.frimly
Her spine stiffened.
“I beg your pardon ?” Her face was red. He didn’t waste time.
“Y/n will not be completing your punishment. You will not penalize her grades. And you will not speak to her the way you did today.” She gave an incredulous laugh.
“Are you threatening a teacher, Mr. Malfoy? That is forbidden by the Ministry—” He leaned over the desk, planting his hands on the wood with a sharp, echoing crack. Her breath caught.
“My father,” Draco said, voice dipping into something cold, “sits on the board that oversees the Educational Decrees Committee. You know, the group that evaluates complaints against professors.”
Her expression faltered. “And since you like rules so much..” he continued, “you should know that humiliation, verbal insults, and retaliatory punishments are all violations.”
He tilted his head.
“Shall I quote the subsection ? I’ve known it since I was twelve.” Umbridge swallowed, nobody ever saw her this embarrassed. Absolutely no one.
“I… well… that won’t be nec—”
“It will” Draco cut in. “Because I want you to understand what happens if you try humiliating her again. If you retaliate. If you so much as glare at her.” He held her gaze with Malfoy stillness, the kind you couldn’t teach, only inherit.
“This is not a threat” he said quietly. “When I say something, I do it.” His voice left nothing to argument. The room felt colder. The only sound was the meows of her cats plates on the wall. Umbridge’s shoulders sagged.
“…She won’t be punished further.” She answers..her voice barely audible. “Good.” Draco stepped back “Pleasant night, Professor.”
And with the elegance only a Malfoy could pull off, he left her trembling in her fluffy pink slippers. Theo stared at him outside the door.
“Mate. I think you just made a grown woman cry.” Blaise sighed “I’m oddly proud.” Draco simply adjusted his coat “She deserved worse.” And somewhere, on the other side of the castle, the girl he adored slept peacefully…
because he made damn sure she could.
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Couldn’t sleep so I just wrote this. My drafts have been deleted, I am sorry for the wait. I know a lot of you wanted others parties to some of my fan fictions. I’ll try to write again soon. Btw I really like this one (I miss my man so bad).
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you write like old parchment and ancient libraries. like blurred paintings that tell you everything and nothing at all. like a time once lost pulling you back.
and i think that’s really beautiful and i had to share
Hello I’m so so sorry for responding to you this late. I have a problem with my notifications so I apologise.
Thank you so much for this lovely message. I’m really touched because I find it difficult to write since English isn’t my first language and I need a lot of help to formulate my sentences and expressions. Thank you so much for reading and sharing. A lot is coming soon.
The train had barely left the station, and Y/N had already ditched her friends to hunt for coffee like her life depended on it. The hallway was bustling, students settling into their compartments, and she, still in her skirt and oversized cardigan, barefoot in her slippers, marched with purpose and a sleepy pout.
She passed by a half-open compartment—and paused. Inside, sitting alone, was him. Draco Malfoy. Of course she knew who he was. Everyone did. Though she was surprised by the sight of him alone. He was always with his friends so that made her stop for a moment.
Hair like he was in a shampoo commercial, that annoyingly elegant posture, and a reputation for being exactly the kind of cold she secretly found fascinating. But right now? He was reading.
A real book. Paper. Ink.
That was it—curiosity won. Without thinking (she never does), she slid the door open like it’s her compartment and not his.
“Hi” she smiled politely. He blinked, looked up, visibly confused. Did hogwarts include the attendance service this year ? No way, Dumbledore would sooner pour galleons into castor oil for his beard than spend a knut on this school..
“…Hello?” He said, opening his eyes like a creature got into the compartment.
The ‘why-are-you-here’ practically echoed off the walls. She didn’t even flinch. Just plopped herself down beside him as if they were lifelong train buddies.
Comfortable.
“I’ve read that,” she said, gesturing at his book. “What did you think when the guy tried to—”His hand was suddenly over her mouth. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up,” he said, deadly calm. “Respectfully, please.”
She blinked, her eyes wide…then giggled. Like he was the most adorable little grump she’d ever seen and not like she almost got killed politely.
“Oh my god—I’m sorry! I was gonna spoil it, wasn’t I?” She smiled. “Yes.” He dropped his hand and sighed like he aged ten years. “Tragically.”
She tucked her legs under her, sipping her coffee as if nothing happened. “It’s so good though, right? The pacing in the middle’s a bit slow, but the ending ?-“she caught herself. “I’m not saying anything. Promise.”
He side-eyed her like she was an unpredictable storm cloud made of caffeine and spoilers.
And yet… he shut his book.
Set it down.
That’s when the real chaos began.
She talked.
And talked.
And talked.
About book covers, café aesthetics, the tragedy of fictional men, how she cries over characters but not real people, and whether Hogwarts needed a better espresso machine. Draco just stared for a while a bit stunned also slightly offended.
But maybe..maybe..a little entertained.
“So… who’s your favorite author ?” she asked brightly, chin in her hand. He shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t have one. I read what looks interesting. I’m not obsessed with books or anything.” He said by, clearly aiming at her.
She nodded like he hadn’t just committed a crime. “Fair enough. Do you like the one you’re reading, though?”. He smirked, eyes narrowed. “I was enjoying it… until I was ambushed and nearly spoiled in my own train compartment.”
“Fair” she grinned, completely unbothered.
He blinked again.
“…Do I know you?”
She sipped her coffee, smiling innocently. “Nope.”
He stared.
She winked
And for the first time in a while, Draco Malfoy didn’t mind being interrupted. Not if it meant something could make his day interesting like this. Draco blinked, still mildly disoriented by the fact that someone had willingly walked into his quiet space, chattered non-stop, spoiled his book and was now treating him like an old friend she had coffee with every Tuesday.
She was halfway through rambling about another book she loved when he finally interrupted, voice low, a bit cautious:
“…What’s your name ?”
But she was on another planet, a totally different one..“Oh, but before that ! You have to read this one I just finished last week. You’ll adore it. Like—it’s heartbreaking in a good way. You’ll hate me for making you love it. I’ll lend it to you if you want.”
He blinked. “Adore it?”
“I swear,” she insisted, eyes wide with excitement. “Even if you’re not a book guy..which, ew, by the way—you’re going to fall in love with this one. Promise.”
He had never been this aggressively recommended something before. He wasn’t even into books like that..but… she was. And instead of stopping her, he leaned into his palm, eyes trained on her animated face. Her hands moved when she spoke. She had a spark in her eye.
She didn’t just like stories..no..she lived in them.
He didn’t get her name. But suddenly, he really wanted it. Just then, the door slid open with a chaotic clatter. Blaise, Regulus, Theo and Lorenzo strutted in like the train was their runway.
Y/N stood up in a soft little rush. “Oh-sorry!”
In her attempt to step aside, she accidentally stepped on Blaise’s foot.
“OW—” Blaise yelped dramatically, hopping like he’d been hexed. “My foot, woman ! I need that to walk !” He scowled and his expression dropped when he saw her face. Wow
She gasped “Oh my god-I’m so sorry !”
Her cheeks flushed. Not bright red but soft pink, like morning light. Draco sat back, amused now. Regulus raised a brow, Theo just… stared and Lorenzo blinked, clearly trying to figure out if they’d just walked into the middle of a moment.
Y/N smiled politely, the charm still glowing off her without trying. “Have a nice…lecture—I mean, journey !”
She gave them one last smile before slipping out like the scene had never happened, leaving behind the scent of coffee, vanilla, and too many unanswered questions.
The compartment went quiet.
Blaise turned, narrowing his eyes at Draco.
“…Why was that pretty girl sitting here like you two were discussing your wedding playlist?”. Draco just exhaled through his nose, biting his bottom lip, gaze still on the door.
You and Draco had been best friends since childhood.
Different houses. Different personalities.
He was calm, sarcastic, cold, you were fire, always full of words and laughs.
Still… your bond? Unbreakable.
Everyone knew that.
He could be with Blaise, Theo, Mattheo — and there you were, walking beside them, sipping a Butterbeer like one of the boys like you were part of them, part of his world..cause you kinda were..Draco would act annoyed, but you were the only girl (except Pansy) he actually could handle.
You’d tease him.
He’d call you clingy.
You’d call him grumpy..yet somehow, you’d always end up grinning at each other.
It had always been like that.
Every year, you forced him to do the photo booth with you. The little cabin with flashing lights.
He rolled his eyes every time.
Every. Damn. Time..and every damn time, you kissed his cheek in one of the photos.
He always complained, but every year… it started to feel different.
This time, your lip gloss was shiny and pink. You were excited, playing with your hair, getting the photo tokens.
Draco watched you.
He always watched you. His heart was acting weird again. You pulled him into the cabin.the same spot..same stupid stool..for years.
“Smile” you whispered smiling looking at the camera.
He didn’t..so you poked his side and laughed..he finally did.
The flash went off.
Then another.
Then… silence.
You were leaning against him like always.
His arm around your waist, lazy and calm..yet now he felt almost guilty for what he was feeling..he didn’t control it..he just couldn’t ignore this thing in his lower stomach when you touched him or talked to him.
“When I get married, you better not be walking in my house 24/7” he said rolling his eyes. You grinned. “Oh, because we aren’t gonna get married together?”
He looked at you.
Really looked at you..longly..not the way friends do..not even best friends..
Lip gloss. Eyes shining. Your whole face glowing.
And he was… lost..fucking lost..these last times he was feeling weird around you..why were you so difficult and so easy at the same time to feel ?
Flash.
Another photo.
Every time you touched him, it felt like sparks under his skin. Like he got fireworks in his stomach exploding.
His stomach flipped when he looked at you.
“Y/n…”
You turned to him looking at him with your pretty eyes..batting your lashes waiting for him to talk or complain..but no. He wasn’t complaining, he was staring.
He stared at you..grey eyes on yours pink lips..
So serious.
“…We’re best friends… right?” His voice was down..like he was sharing with you his biggest secret..but you did know that one..so what ?
You blinked. Total silence.
Flash
You didn’t smile this time, no.
“Why this question, Dray?” you whispered.
His eyes fell to your lips, he couldn’t stop. “I think I don’t want to be anymore,” he said. Voice low. Barely there. Your heart stopped..what the hell ?
Flash.
“I wanna be able to do that…” he murmured looking at your lips like they were the most interesting thing tonight.
And then—“3..2..1-“ echoed the machine.
It was enough for his lips to find yours, his lips on yours are soft..gentle..almost scared of crossing your boundaries…like he didn’t just cross the biggest line.
The light clicked and he pulled back fast, panic in his eyes.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck..
It was done..
He looks up at you..literally panicking “I ruined it. Everything. I—”. You reached up and held his cheeks, you smiled gently..then you kissed him again.
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Laughter cracked like champagne corks in the air. The sound of jazz oozed from a velvet-clad stage where a woman in pearls sang with her whole soul. Dresses twirled. Shoes clicked. Waiters weaved through silver trays and clinking glasses. Smoke curled through the air like perfume.
And every corner of the Imperium Palace’s grand ballroom smelled like danger masked in glitter.
This wasn’t just a party.
It was a playground, for them?
It was a target.
Draco sat at the main table, posture relaxed, gaze sharp.
Dark suit. Open collar. A diamond pin glinting like quiet arrogance.
To everyone else, he was Aaron Westwood—heir to a tech empire, clever with investments, and new to European elite.
To the team?
He was still Draco Malfoy. Slytherin snake. Pureblood predator. And Y/n’s lover in crime—and in sin.
He sipped his champagne like it bored him. His voice was cool, measured, as he chatted with Alaric De Sauveterre, the billionaire target of the night.
They laughed, clinked glasses.
Fake smiles all around.
And then she arrived.
Y/n glided through the crowd like she owned it.
The dress was barely silver, more like liquid moonlight stitched onto her curves. It sparkled with every turn of her hips. Cut low in the front, scandalous in the back. Her makeup was flawless—dark eyes, red lips, and an expression that screamed you don’t deserve me, but I’ll let you think you do.
Blaise’s voice crackled in their ear mics.
“Showtime. She’s entering orbit.”
“Copy,” Theo murmured near the bar.
Regulus leaned against the pillar, holding a tray of poker chips. “Our star has arrived.”
Draco didn’t turn his head.
Didn’t look at her.
Didn’t need to.
He felt her the moment she entered the room.
She approached the table like a ghost made of seduction.
Alaric’s head turned instantly, his ego already catching fire. Y/n slipped behind him, laughing like a flirtatious breeze, and let her fingers brush over his shoulder.
“Oh? I didn’t know the table came with a view,” she teased sweetly, glancing at Draco without ever really looking at him.
Draco’s jaw flexed. His expression didn’t change.
Alaric chuckled, patting his knee. “You should stay right here, darling.”
She didn’t sit.
She circled.
A slow catwalk of distraction—hips swaying, her hand grazing the back of Alaric’s chair, his arm, his chest. She leaned forward, close enough to show just enough cleavage to shut down his neurons.
She poured him another drink with slow, practiced grace. “You boys always talking business?” she whispered, brushing her lips just above his ear.
He didn’t even notice when her fingers slipped into the front pocket of his suit—chest level, just where he’d tucked away the room key.
And as she tugged it out, she whispered something sultry : “You look like someone who’d enjoy room service.”
His laugh was greedy.
Her wink? Deadly.
Draco didn’t blink.
Didn’t move.
Even though he wanted to pull her into his lap and ruin the entire operation.
Instead, he raised his glass to Alaric.
“To power,” he said smoothly. “May we all hold onto it, until someone smarter takes it.”
A faint smile curved his lips.
Subtle.
Sharp.
Lethal.
Alaric laughed, not realizing the insult. He offered his hand.
They shook, game on.
In his ear, Theo’s voice murmured:
“Draco. Time to move. You’re going up with her.”
Draco stood. Smoothed his jacket. Shot Alaric a winning smile.
“Excuse me, I have a private matter to… attend to.”
Y/n waited by the grand staircase, all hips and secrets. She handed him the key without looking, her fingers brushing his palm.
They didn’t speak, they didn’t need to.
The suite on the top floor was silent.
Gold. Velvet, luxury bleeding out of the walls.
The vault was tucked behind a mirror, just like Regulus predicted. Draco opened it with a click, revealing bundles of cash and blackmail materials stacked like treasure.
Y/n pulled out the duffel bag.
He began packing it in.
Silent. Efficient. Electric.
They worked like one.
When it was done, they stood in the glow of the chandelier, money at their feet, chaos below them.
Draco looked at her.
Really looked.
Her lips were flushed, eyes wild. The adrenaline sparkled on her skin. The dress was falling slightly off her shoulder.
“Was that necessary?” he asked lowly, stepping close.
She tilted her head. “The whisper or the cleavage?”
His hand slid to her waist.
Her smirk grew.
“You were jealous,” she murmured, breath tickling his jaw.
He didn’t answer.
He kissed her.
Not a peck.
Not a rush.
A kiss.
Long. Possessive. Deep.
The kind of kiss that felt like silk and steel colliding in the dark.
When they finally pulled away, her lipstick was smudged, and he looked like sin incarnate.
“Let’s go, partner,” she whispered.
He grabbed the bag.
They disappeared down the back stairs.
By the time Alaric checked his room?
Empty.
Looted.
Only thing left?
A playing card on the bed.
Queen of Hearts.
Lipstick mark in the corner.
And on the bottom? A single word scribbled in red:
Truth is… you just never really spoke to him. Never truly had the chance to know him well enough to form any sort of fair opinion.
Though, if you’re honest—your eyes had always found him.
You liked to think it was just because you’re observant.
You reassured yourself with that.
And maybe it was true.
Maybe not.
But he wasn’t easy to miss.
Those eyes—icy blue, almost grey—cutting and cold.
Hair so pale it looked like spun silver, always perfectly styled, not a strand out of place.
His jaw, sharp enough to carve stone. His whole frame—tall, lean, quiet power threaded in the lines of his body.
You’d only seen it once. His body.
Only once.
But once was enough.
Enough to stay etched in the back of your mind.
Enough to make your fingers itch for your pencil.
And that’s how it started—
Sketching the curve of his neck, the subtle strength of his arms, the chiseled shadows of his torso.
His mouth.
His eyes.
That quiet intensity.
Your sketches of him were…beautiful.
You knew they were.
It was the first time you understood what muses did to artists.
How they didn’t choose the obsession—it simply… happened.
And god—he was your muse.
Shouldn’t it be the opposite?
You’re the girl, he’s the boy—
No.
Forget the cliché. You’re not here for roles, you’re here for truth.
He didn’t even know your name.
Or worse—he did.
And in his mind, it was filed under “stuck-up daddy’s girl.”
Thanks to a stupid argument in third year when you threatened to bring your father into it. You still cringe when you think about it..What would he think if he knew you were sketching him?
Drawing him like he was art?
He’d probably laugh. Mock. Roll his perfect eyes.
Even your friends say you’re down bad.
And maybe you are.
But the truth is simple—
You only draw what you find beautiful.
And somehow, everything about him is.
You even considered painting him.
A full piece, in oils. Maybe watercolors.
Maybe something darker, more abstract.
You weren’t sure yet.
You sat cross-legged, tracing one more careful line on the page of your sketchbook, your AirPods in, your head tilted just slightly.
The library was quiet. Almost sacred.
Until you noticed the time.
Break was over.
Others used it to nap or scroll or gossip.
You had spent it sketching… him.
You slid the sketchbook into your bag and stood, brushing down your uniform skirt with a soft sigh.
Time to return to reality.
To the routine.
You joined your friends a few minutes later, the sketchbook still warm between your fingers.
As soon as they spotted you, their grins widened—knowing. Teasing.
“Oh, you were totally drawing him, weren’t you?” Pansy said first, nudging your arm.
Daphne giggled behind her hand. “Just admit it already, love.”
You rolled your eyes, cheeks flushed. “Shut up,” you muttered with a small smirk, sliding beside them on the grass in the courtyard.
You didn’t deny it. You never did.
He was a living sculpture. How could you not?
You crossed your legs, placing your sketchbook carefully on your lap.
The girls continued to chat—something about who Regulus was dating now, or which Ravenclaw was flirting with Theo in Arithmancy—
But your pencil? It moved on its own.
As they talked, you drew.
Lines.
Angles.
Eyes.
A shoulder.
The subtle dip of his collarbone.
You were capturing him again. Unconsciously. Like your fingers had memorized him.
Pansy glanced over, whistled low.
“Merlin, if he knew…”
Astoria gasped. “He’d combust.”
“Or fall in love with her,” Daphne sang softly.
You ignored them with a small shake of your head, though your lips twitched.
You weren’t even sure why you kept drawing him.
You just… did.
The sky, which had been all calm and soft-blue just minutes ago, suddenly turned.
Clouds rolled in, thick and grey, rumbling like distant drums.
A breeze swept the courtyard, rustling your hair. Then another—stronger.
And before anyone could process it—
Rain.
Not soft, pretty rain. No.
A downpour.
An almost angry one.
Gasps echoed as students squealed and scrambled, lifting their books or arms over their heads. Your sketchbook stayed on your lap, forgotten for a second as you watched people run, professors yell, and the sky open up like it had secrets to spill.
You quickly grabbed it, shoving it into your bag with your pencils, then ripped out a random book to cover your head.
You and your friends ran inside, hair flying, skirts twisting in the wind, laughing and groaning as Snape’s voice cut through the chaos like a whip.
“This is not an excuse to skip your afternoon classes!”
“Is it ever?” Pansy hissed under her breath.
You stifled a giggle and nudged her as you slipped into the hallway.
Your laughter still echoed through the castle, none of you noticing the storm swallowing the courtyard behind you. None of you noticing that in the chaos, your bag had loosened.
And somewhere between the wind and the wet cobblestones—
Your sketchbook had fallen, Out in the storm, Draco Malfoy was having the worst day of his fucking week.
His hair was soaked, sticking to his forehead like melted platinum.
His shirt clung to his skin, his trousers were wet to the knees, and his shoes made an irritating squish with every step.
Furious.
First, some stupid third year had spilled their juice all over his uniform at lunch. Then he had to go back to the dorms to change. Now? The storm.
Perfect.
Fucking perfect.
Muttering curses under his breath, he stormed across the courtyard, storm heavier with every step.
Until—
Something caught his eye on the ground.
A book.
Sodden. Torn a little at the corner. The leather darkened by the rain.
He frowned. Bent down.
A sketchbook?
He picked it up and flipped it open—
And froze.
A sketch.
Then another.
Then another.
It was him.
His own face stared back at him.
His profile, drawn so sharply it almost cut through the page. His hands. His mouth. His posture.
Soft shadows tracing the lines of his arms.
It wasn’t fan art.
It wasn’t silly or giggly or obsessed, It was stunning.
Raw. Detailed. Private.
He looked like art.
He flipped more pages. His throat tightened.
No one had ever… done this. Not like that.
McGonagall’s voice suddenly rang out from behind, sharp and scolding, “Mr. Malfoy—inside. Now.”
He blinked, slammed the book shut, and straightened. He started to walk toward the doors, eyes still scanning the edges of the sketchbook, searching.
And then—
The signature.
Right there, at the corner of the inside cover.
“Y/n Y/L/n.”
He stopped.
Let the name settle on his tongue silently.
You.
You.
The quiet one.
The one he didn’t really know. The one he barely saw.
He remembered a fight from third year—something about your father. He’d rolled his eyes and dismissed you completely since.
But now…
You had been watching him all this time.
And drawing him like he was something worth seeing. His fingers curled tighter around the wet leather cover.
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