Draco Lucius Malfoy

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Ships

Viktor Krum

Cedric Diggory

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy #1

Draco Malfoy #2

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Ron Weasley

Oliver Wood

Pansy Parkinson

Luna Lovegood

~Draco~

Blurbs/Quick Drabbles

A Skytherin in Spring

Longer Oneshots

Star Gazing *

Unexpected and Inexplicable *

Sweater Weather

I use she/her pronouns and would prefer to be matched with a boy. I am a proud Slytherin, cancer sun, aquarius moon and libra rising, while my personality type is ENTP. Though I consider myself an ambivert since I love to recharge and be alone, I definately am very social, which is why I'm technically an extrovert. I am a tough shell to crack, in a sense that most people only see my tough side and either think I am snobbish (resting b*tch face lol) or know me for my sarcasm and humour. The people that are close to me know how sensitive I am. I consider my pros to be that I am kindhearted, passionate, funny and sharp witted. My cons would be that I can be moody, and harsh when aggravated, and I am also very anxious at times. I also am a good student. My hobbies are drawing, socialising with friends and running.

Appearance wise, I am slim and short (5'2 or 1.59m), have long dark brown curly hair (mid-back length), dark eyes, thick but sharp brows and long eyelashes. My skin is fair to olive skin.

Who your ideal partner is and why

Draco F*CKING Malfoy. You're basically the same person; cold on the outside and sweet on the inside. Being both proud and prominent Slytherins, your parents would literally harass you at the prospect of being together since you were kids. Draco would be patient with your anxiety and adore your fast and witty sense of humor. You would love his possessiveness and aggression, and definitely be the person to finally crack his snobbish exterior.

How you met

At Borgin and Burkes. The two of you stumbled upon each other one winter day inside the notorious Slytherin-loved shop. Your cheeks were flushed from the temperature when you came inside, but the cold day out there could only come as far as the windowpane, inside the home-fire kept you cosy-warm - when something caught your eye. It was a pure silver ring, a thick band, with an intoxicating emerald jewel at the crest. The jewel was the green of a dance, a chorus, the ink of a Slytherin love letter. Your fingertips tips reached for it, drawn in when suddenly you were cut off by another hand grabbing it first. Draco Malfoy stood before you twirling the ring around between his digits, seeming to have not even noticed you. Annoyed and in a huff, you piped up “Hey! I was gonna buy that.” He turned to face you, eyes raking over every inch of your petite body, secretly elated to see his favorite Slytherin girl, and resisting the strange yet increasing urge to run his calloused fingers through your bundle of chocolate hair that spilled out from your ponytail. “How about this,” he spoke in a soft and honeyed tone. “Let me buy it for you.” you were startled by his kindness, and let out a high-pitched, giggle in response, a noise Draco could get used to. Upon that cold day, you finally felt the calling of his own glowing warm heart.

First Date

At Malfoy Manor. You would be stupid not to be nervous as Draco held your hand and led you through a remote forest for dinner at his beloved home. You were wringing your free clammy hand in the air, wondering if you were wearing too much mascara for your thick pretty lashes when you saw it. Nestled in the woodland, as humble as any you'd seen, was a mansion. Its windows were as shy as eyes, large to welcome any ray of sun. The tall rock walls belonged right where they were as if it had grown up right from that hallowed ground. It was as if it had been called into existence to protect those who came to dwell within - to protect Draco. Your breath hitched in your throat as Draco brushed a loose hair behind your ear, and leaned in to whisper a promise against your skin; “It’ll all be our someday.”

Little things about the two of you:)

-Even though he's madly in love with you and a softie behind closed doors, he'd sometimes maintain his aggressive Prince of Slytherin facade because you literally make him not know how to act (he's literally never experienced love before).

-Shower you in pet names, his angel, doll, baby girl, etc.

-You were two lovers who kept emotional and physical intimacy for a lifetime, making your bond eternal.

- You would fall asleep with him every night, and he would stay up extra late just to listen to your breathing and content hums as you fell asleep.

-Draco would be obsessed with giving you love bites and neck kisses, always making sure everyone knew you were his even if he wasn't by your side.

A song that reminds me of your relationship: It’s Not Living (If It's Not With You) by The 1975.

about me: my name is alexandra; 5’7”; size 2; green eyes; pansy parkinson haircut (short, dark, bangs); i survive on coffee; i love style (ive been into dark/light academia for a few years now); classy i guess???; like very, very slytherin; intj; smart with good grades, but i’m not a goody-goody or a swot or whatever; bisexual asf; kinky asf; kinda toxic lol; i’m a ballerina and a runner; my favorite “hobby” is traveling; i’m super sarcastic and my sense of humor is being an absolute asshole; i get told that i’m intimidating like all the time; super polítical; i have a lot of trust issues bc all of my exes were terrible and my mom is abusive lol; emotionally, i’m v closed off; i’m mentally ill but with a ✨god complex✨and; i’m such a draco girl it’s actually stupid

thanks!!!!

Who your ideal partner is and why

Pansy Parkinson, DEFINITELY. She’s basically the female version of Draco; aggressive, patronizing, toxic, and kinky, in other words, perfect in every way. You two would hit it off in every facet, from the compatible hot dark-haired bisexual vibes to being an opinionated independent Slytherin woman. You would be equally patient with each other's signs of love and mental health, knowing you both have major trust issues.

How you met

Making Fun of Draco in the common room. You were friends for years, taking many of the same classes and running in many of the same circles, and seemed to bond over your love for taunting the blonde until he practically burst. It would be a bleak winter day outside, the icy serenade and coolness bringing out the warmth within. You would be sitting across from Draco, with her pressed comfortably and familiarly into your side, the both of you teasing him over his shamefully lost quittage match, enjoying the rosy blush that flushed his face. When he drifted out of the common room and the two of you were alone, you would have to expend all your energy focusing your eyes on the fire in its iron bed, in order to keep your eyes and mind off the heat radiating through you, from Pansy’s skirt-clad thigh pressed softly against yours.

First Date

Picnic under the whomping willow. Pansy would cast a surrounding spell that allowed the willow to become calm for a few hours, allowing just enough time for the two of you to eat and watch the stars. You would be dressed in plaid fitted pants with a tall white turtleneck, and her in an olive-colored blouse and black trousers. The two of you would hold hands, hers encapsulated in yours while she twisted one of your golden rings around your middle finger. There was a tangible beauty in the quietness of the picnic, and your surroundings elevated the simple subtle moment. The jams and candies were sweet, but not half as sweet as Pansy’s company under the richest blues of the evening sky.

Little things about the two of you:)

-Admiring her green eyes, which were the hue of the new spring growth, bright and soft all at once. There were flecks of strength, of the kind of green that comes only as summer advances.

-Her being so patient and loving with you in every aspect, completely nurturing you.

-Study dates in the library that turn into Pansy’s hand rubbing your thigh.

-Making love to soft angsty bedroom pop.

-Traveling around Europe together, kissing softly under sunset skies, like blossoms upon the clouds as sweet wild clover blooms.

A song that reminds me of your relationship: Go Fuck Yourself by Two Feet

Who your ideal partner is and why

Luna Lovegood. She is the perfect person to melt down your cold and hardened exterior to reveal your soft selfless inside. It was a little bit of the opposites attract situation, her being a honeyed light of evening, a sun flowering blossom, and you, a crystal-white icicle, dangling just within her reach. For once, you would be able to be the one getting love and support and advice, not the other way around. She would be an incredible listener, and love hearing about everything from your favorite artists to simply hearing your delightful humming.

How you met

In the herbology garden. You both loved the herbology garden for different reasons. You soaked in inspiration for fashion and art in the sun-lit glass-paneled room. Luna on the other hand loved the plants themselves, digging her fingers in the cold soil, enjoying the promise of new spring buds. You were often there after class together, unspokenly enjoying each other's quiet company. One day, Luna sat beside you as you were scribbling in your notebook. She smelled of rosemary and lilys. “There's a nargal on your shoulder.” she would speak, barely above a whisper. And with that, just as the garden buds continued to expand and grow in the sun and rain, as did you and Luna.

First Date

A walk through the enchanted forest. It was only fitting since you had met in such a nature-laden spot. She would meet you at the entrance, pale blue lace dress hanging loosely from her milky white skin. She outstretched a soft hand to take yours and would lead you into the magical sage green forest, the deep brown earth elevating each step with its ever-giving soul. A billion verdant wands of pine waves swayed closer to the two of you in the arboreal air as if craving to be a part of what you had. While the forest was magical, it was nothing compared to the electricity and love and admiration that rippled between the two of you.

Little things about the two of you:)

-Luna would let you sit in her lap and braid daisies into your shiny silky brown hair.

-Even when you were dating, Luna would be nervous to ask you to be her date to the Yule ball.

-CONSTANTLY holding hands. Her hands knew just when to hold on and yet simultaneously set you free.

-The two of you would always sit together at quidditch matches, her in her adorable Gryffindor lion hat and you in an equally endearing snake hat (a loving rivalry of course ;)

A song that reminds me of your relationship: I wanna be your girlfriend by Girl In Red

Summary: Draco sees you wearing his Slytherin jumper at breakfast and he can’t help but love every inch of it on you.

Pairing: Best Friend Slytherin Reader x Draco Malfoy

Warnings: Descriptions of physical appearance (mentions of words like slim, small, muscular, etc.)

Word Count: 1.2k

Sweater Weather

The golden spoon absentmindedly slipped out of his ring clad hand and clattered against the cold tile floor, the sound pulling him out of his thoughts. Sucked back into reality, Draco looked up a little dazed to notice Blaise staring at him, motioning vaguely with one finger to the spoon that had fallen to the floor.

“Whatchya lookin at?” Blaise inquired, referencing Draco’s obvious daydreaming, only half caring about the answer as he thumbed through his Charms homework.

Draco blushed a little, inadvertently, knowing he’d been caught. He had in fact been staring at you, unable to avert his gaze. While this was a normal habit for him, admiring his best friends reddish curls and electric blue eyes and freckle dusted nose, he actually had a good reason this time.

He had nearly choked on his orange juice when you had walked into his peripherals just now, his dark green Slytherin jumper hanging loosely and familiarly on your petite frame. You had sat down just a few seats away at the Slytherin table, giving him your usual friendly smile and a giggly wink. Though probably not recognizable to anyone else, he knew his own clothes, and he knew when you were wearing them.

For weeks now you’d been falling asleep in his room. You would often stay up late to help him finish his history of magic homework he had neglected during one of his increasingly common and VERY private bathroom panic attacks only you knew about. Sometimes you’d rub his back as he twitched in his sleep, knowing he was getting another nightmare. But usually you just drifted off together, enjoying the sensation of warmth and velvet darkness and that of not being completely alone.

Staring at you once again he admired the way your white teeth glistened in the morning light when you grinned at him, and allowed his silver eyes to glance down at your pink cherry gloss coated lips for only a second. He imagine what they would feel like. You in nothing but his sweater, pretty pink lips pressed against his, your soft breath on his milky white neck, vanilla bourbon perfume enveloping him in the most dizzying intoxicating way, whispering how much you-

“Draco!” Blaise said again, this time more sternly. A half smirk adorned his face as he already knew the answer - probably.

“What? Yes.. no I mean No.. I mean I’m not looking at anything!”

Draco shot Blaise a glare that told him not to press it anymore.

The three of you were close friends, banding together after being the first ones sorted into a Slytherin first year. But as you got older and grew closer, there were possible some unspoken feelings between you and Draco. Theo questioned the sleepover, and Blaise the list full drawn out looks between the two of you in the Great Hall. It didn’t take a genius to know that Draco wanted you as more than just a friend, and desperately so. He mustered all his self control and tore his eyes away from his friend, collecting his books and strutting off to begin his day in a hurry, but not before shooting one last knowing, icy, “don’t your dare open your mouth you git” glare at a smirking Blaise.

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You slipped into Draco’s dorm in a huff, having run all the way from the astronomy tower in order to catch the last of the departing owls for a letter. Cold and flustered you took a moment to compose yourself and looked around, familiar surroundings and smells greeting you.

You took in your neatly folded set of silk pajamas that sat on the foot of Draco’s bed, in case of a sleepover. Your glass perfume bottle sat precariously close to the edge of his dresser, accompanied by his fancy cologne you loved immensely.

With a rustling from the bathroom your favorite blonde emerged, and stopped at the sight of you in his doorway. He smiled and eyed you from afar, drinking you in. His expression was clouded and you walked over to him, a little nervous.

In all honesty you had forgotten you were even wearing his sweater this morning, rushed out the door to breakfast practically in your pajamas as to not be caught in Draco’s dorm by another prefect (god forbid). The only reason you remembered you had it on was because of the way Draco stared at you when you wore his clothes in public, the gaze that had so fondly followed you this morning.

You met his hazy clouded eyes with your big blue ones and tried to read his face. You were always good at seeing his emotions flicker across his eyes, and you sense something off. You probably did steal too much of his stuff after all, maybe he wanted all those night shirts back.

“You’re not.. mad... are you?” You asked softly, twirling your hips so his jumper hanging off of you twirled a little. “You like it on me right?”

He placed a gentle finger under your chin, bringing your face up to finally be level with his.

“Yeah, I love it on you sweetheart.” Draco grinned lazily back at you, admiring your frame while his fingers playing with yours, adoring the sensation of you twirl some of his cold silver rings around his digits.

A soft, breathless smile upturned on your rose colored lips, gloss long gone by the trials and tribulations of the day, and you allowed the luxury of flickering your gaze from Draco’s muscular hands to his piercing eyes. You kept eye contact while you whispered something you’d always thought about.

“I love it when you call me that.”

With a smirk, Draco enclosed your little hand inside his, causing you to break eye contact and look down at his palm enveloping yours.

“I know you do.” Draco responded with a quiet smile, subtly using his grip to tug you just an inch closer, relishing in every second he had with you and every centimeter closer you got until he could almost taste you in every way he’d ever imagined.

You returned your gaze to his, his dark eyes glimmering under the soft golden light of the candles on his dresser, the crushed velvet darkness of the night making the air feel all that much heavier. Your chest swelled, and the warmth his hands were providing spread throughout your entire body, igniting a fire inside your veins, and loving the familiarity of his gentle hold. He looked so honest and genuine, his eyes telling you he wholeheartedly cared about you just as you did about him, and the thought brought a smile to your lips, mirroring the one that rested on him.

Your eyes locked with his for the final time l, falling into his touch, and lips brushing ever so gently against his skin as you murmured, “I love you a whole lot, you know.”

Leaning forward, and pressing a soft ghost of a kiss to your forehead, Draco looked up at the ceiling to gain some composure and try and push down the flurry of emotions that bombarded him when you closed your eyes at the loving action.

“I love you a whole lot too, sweetheart.” Draco

mumbled back voice thick in his whisper.

And for now, those little, secret, shared moments between the two of you was enough.

my name is miliane but i go by liane. (she/her). i’m a 5’4, ravenclaw, bisexual, brown eyes, brown hair, morena skin, who loves anything art-related, astronomy, reading books, binge watching, music, styling my clothes (i’m stuck between kidcore, y2k, cottagecore and indie) and eating food (more than necessary). i’m a sarcastic twat who’s often misunderstood bc it’s basically my mother tongue, but i’m a nice person. INFP-T. and when it comes to relationships, i would love a guy who’s gonna be willing to put up with my impulsive bs sometimes lol, like sneaking out in the middle of the night to eat at the kitchens, watch movies together and dance like we’re the only ones left. he wouldn’t force anything out of me til he and i know that i’m ready. and i would rlly love if he would give me one or two of his hoodies, and he would spray them with his cologne bc he knows that i love the way he smells, and maybe sneak in a small note for me to read in the pockets. i love forehead and nose kisses, i’m a goner for those. pet names are one of my weaknesses, (love, lovely, darling, babe, baby)— and i’m yours. i’m not much of an affectionate person as i didn’t have much of it during my childhood, so simple handholding and hugs would make me a bit flustered and awkward but very much appreciated. (PFT- i just copy and paste this whenever i see a ship post <3)

Who your ideal partner is and why

Fred Weasely. You're both sarcastic patient sweeties. Fred would be the perfect man to take things slow with you, and he would adore your mandatory midnight adventures. Being the caring romantic he is, a cold frostbitten winter night would never go by in which your much smaller body was not adorned by one of his much bigger Gryffindor jumpers. You were compatible in many ways, but perhaps most importantly, you were both kind; in a slow and saturated kind of way. The kindness that enveloped the two of you is a soft flowering of the soul, one that requires strength and admiration to remain in the ever-bloom.

How you met

At Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. You had stopped in on a whim after all your friends wouldn't shut up about the bubbling electric pink love potions they had bought there for only a few pence and were trying to slip into Draco's morning apple juice (you didn't get the hype around him anyway). The store was joyous, a welcome relief from the drab grey winter skies, but something caught your eye beyond the Peruvian darkness powder and extendable ears. It was a flash of strawberry blonde - no, red, hair. It was the red of wedding carnations, a pop of color in the grey. He strolled up to you with a smirk, a similar hue brandishing his cheeks. He too had seen you across the room, unable to stop himself from coming over and blabbering to you about this week's deals, unable to tear his eyes away from your dark chocolate brown eyes. 

First Date

Sneaking to the kitchens to make dinner. Fred knew you stayed up late, as you would always come knocking on his door past waking hours asking him to read you this week's star chartings or to tell him all about the vintage fairy dress you had gotten that day. He wanted to take advantage of this and asked you to close your eyes as he guided you down the corridors of Hogwarts late at night for a surprise. He couldn't help but smile as he admired the flush on your cheeks from the way he squeezed your hand. When the two of you reached the kitchen, he allowed you to open your eyes, only to reveal a satin table cloth adorning a quaint wooden oak table, covered with yellow golden candles reflecting light off of Fred's glossy forest colored eyes. On an endless array of plates there were sushi rolls with salmon slices as thin as paper, noodles in a creamy white buttery sauce, cheese that melts on your tongue served with sweet blue grapes, and a glossary of jams and crackers and sweets that made your mouth water. Instead of responding, you leaned in and planted a soft ghost of a kiss on Fred's cheek. Though he would surely have a month's worth of detention if they got caught, he couldn't help but think it was all worth it, if only to feel your soft rose-colored lips on him for a just second.

Little things about the two of you:)

-Him never being able to stop staring at you during astronomy class, and the both of you blushing and looking away when you noticed.

-Fred would have the ingenious idea to prank you, and then quickly discover to probably not do that again.

 -He was so warm, both in actual body temperature and his love for you, like a glowing ember can ignite hope, he ignited it in you.

-He literally lives to make you happy and will do anything to make you laugh, even if that means embarrassing himself for it.

-Even when he's at his worst, he always gives you love without measure or reservation.

A song that reminds me of your relationship: Televised by Hunny

Who your ideal partner is and why

Oliver Wood. You're both a bit intense and intimidating on the surface, but at heart, you just want the best for yourselves and others. Also, your houses are perfectly compatible; you, full of wisdom and wit and thought, and he, full of charisma and courage and love. The two of you flow together perfectly and naturally, like running water down a stream. slow-flowing, languid in pace, and lax by nature.

How you met

Quidditch tryouts. You, being the lover of nature that you were, decided a sport could be a beneficial addition to your life. Quidditch seemed like the perfect idea; wind flowing through your hair, golden light echoing on your skin, and the electric joy of life rippling through you as you would soar in the sky. What you did not expect, however, was a deep chocolate-haired boy with a thick accent and honey-colored eyes to make your heart still in your chest and your knees wobble beneath you.

First Date

Dancing around his room under the silver moonlight. Ok, so maybe it wasn't the most planned or traditional first date, but when you found yourself back in the captain's dorm after a much-needed win against Slytherin, you didn't complain. Both a little tipsy off of deep red wine from the afterparty, you giggled as he swayed his hips jokingly, choosing a record from his collection to play. You smiled as the familiar tune of Sweet Virginia by The Rolling Stones filled the air, and a breath hitched in your throat as his hands found your lower back, and his forehead leaned against yours. The two of you swayed to the music, anticipation-laden breath mixing in the small gap between you. You two became a silhouette, slow dancing in the moonlight, platinum gold against the starlit heavens.

Little things about the two of you:)

-His kisses would change depending on the outcomes of his quidditch matches, winning meant kisses full of excitement and electricity. Losing meant slow and sorrowful and neediness.

-He would always be staring at you during practice, and you would use it to your advantage, always getting the past him on your broom when he was daydreaming.

-ALWAYS making out in the locker room after practice.

-He felt like the outdoors to you - energizing for the soul - he is home, hearth, and sustenance for all of creation.

-You would adore his smell, always feeling intoxicated by the scent of woodsy thyme and peppermint when his oversized sweater adorned your body.

A song that reminds me of your relationship: Sweet Virginia by The Rolling Stones

that's all. thanks! :)

Who your ideal partner is and why

Ron Weasley. You're both quiet, a little awkward, and not amazing at verbalizing your true emotions. But together, somehow, it works. With you having a hardened Slytherin exterior, Ron is the perfect man to slowly warm you up and bring out your golden romantic heart.

How you met

Divinations class. Yes, Ron sucked at divinations, but he knew you were taking it (not that he had your schedule memorized....) and he simply could not get enough of your presence. Whether it was when he passed you in the halls and his eyes fluttered to your pink lips or he noticed you stealing a glance at him over the dining tables in the great hall at dinner, he was hopelessly determined to get to know you better; in other words, he had a big fat crush on you. His crush was like velvet, soft and reflective. You brought out the light in him and he knew he could do the same for you if you just gave him the chance.

First Date

Butterbeer at the three broomsticks. While Ron may also be a romantic at heart, he sure doesn't know how to show it. You make him nervous and sweaty and trip on his words, so he thinks of the genius idea to ask you along with the trio to grab some food and drink on a Friday night. While it's not quite a conventional...or a very private first date, but you don't mind. His shyness and desperation are endearing, and you found him to be so sweet. Hand on your lower back while you talked, flush on his cheeks when you complimented him. His spirit was like sugar, he was every wish come true that you never knew you should wish for.

Little things about the two of you:)

- As much as you hate to admit it, Ron is your first thought of the day, your every daydream, and every fantasy of future years. 

-Fred and George would constantly tease him, not letting him ever forget the fact that he was falling hopelessly for a Slytherin.

 -Sometimes a twin would even harmlessly compliment you or ask you for a pen and wink just to infuriate Ron to no end (with love of course).

-Ron does in fact have the attention span of a goldfish, and you only made it harder for him to focus, constantly having to tutor him on material he missed while daydreaming about your scent and looking at your shiny hair in class

A song that reminds me of your relationship: Beautiful Boy by John Lennon

Additionally, I would love if ppl wanted to send me drabble/blurb requests for inspo or just to chat abt how hot and lovely and wonderful HP characters (esp draco😏😏) are. I am a smut fluff angst and basically everything traditionally written friendly page :)

Lastly, thank you SO MUCH TO ALL MY AMAZINGLY INCREDIBLE FRIENDS AND FOLLOWERS. I love you more than words. 😘❤️💕 ✨🥰