“Same thing!” he snapped.

You exhaled, flicked your wrist careful this time and… There was a blinding flash of gold, a puff of smoke, and Draco’s dramatic gasp echoed through the room.

When the haze finally cleared, you blinked. Then blinked again.

Because standing next to your boyfriend…

Was your boyfriend.

Two Dracos.

Same outfit. Same scowl. Same judgmental eyebrow.

“WHAT—” the original Draco screeched, pointing at the other one.

“What is that?!” he flailed his arms up in the air.

The clone mirrored his pose perfectly. “Excuse you, I am clearly the superior one.”

You stared at them, wand limp in your hand.

“…Oh no.”

Both Dracos turned to you at the same time.

“You!” they shouted in unison, then immediately glared at each other for copying.

Original Draco stepped forward first, pointing at the clone like he was some knockoff handbag.

“She’s my girlfriend. Mine. Not yours. You’re… you’re a magically-generated imposter with terrible posture.”

“I do not have terrible posture,” the clone snapped, squaring his shoulders. “And if anyone’s her boyfriend, it’s obviously me. I’m the improved version.”

“Improved?” Draco screeched. “At WHAT?”

The clone smirked and turned to you.

“Well, for starters, I don’t whine every five minutes—”

“I DO NOT WHINE!” Draco yelled, absolutely whining.

“—and,” the clone continued smugly, “I don’t interrupt her studying with complaints about quills, lighting, or chairs ‘plotting’ against me.”

You dragged a hand down your face. “You’re both unbearable.”

Original Draco spun to you dramatically.

“Darling, tell him you love me, the real me.”

The clone crossed his arms. “Tell him you love me, the better me.”

You sighed. “Guys—”

“I’m taller,” original Draco blurted.

“I’m less annoying,” the clone countered.

“I have better hair!”

“I flirt better!”

“I KISS better!”

“OH REALLY-”

You stepped between them before they could strangle each other with their scarves.

“Both of you STOP before I transfigure you into ferrets and leave you like that permanently.”

Just as both Dracos started bickering again—something about who had the “superior making out skills” your dorm door swung open.

Blaise stepped in first, mid-sentence. “and I told pucey if malfou doesn’t calm down about transfiguration, I’m hexing—”

He stopped.

Theo walked right into his back.

Both froze.

Two Dracos.

Both glaring.

Both pointing at each other like Spider-Man.

Theo blinked slowly. “Nope. No way. I did not drink anything weird today. Did i drink anything weird today?”

Blaise shook his head and squinted at the clone, then at Draco, then at you.

“Is this… a new Malfoy mood swing? Like… astral projecting?”

Original Draco jabbed a finger at the clone.

“Does THIS look like a mood swing?! She cloned me! She cloned me horribly!”

“I am not horrible,” the clone said, flipping his hair (exactly the same way Draco does). “I’m quite delightful if i do say so myself.” he tutted.

Theo stared for another solid three seconds, then turned to Blaise.

“Okay, which one do we kill?”

“Neither!” you yelped.

“Probably the louder one,” Blaise murmured thoughtfully.

Both Dracos shouted, “I AM NOT LOUDER!”

At the same time.

At the same pitch.

Theo made a face. “Yeah, no. That’s enough Malfoy’s for one lifetime.”

He stepped back toward the door.

Blaise patted your shoulder as he followed.

“Good luck with… whatever this is. A romantic crisis? A magical crisis? A… Malfoy infestation?”

“Definitely an infestation,” Theo added, already halfway down the hall.

And the two turned around, closed the door, and walked away without another word.

You exhaled.

“Okay,” you said, staring at Double Draco Disaster. “We’re fixing this before anyone else sees you both.”

Both Dracos pointed to themselves at the same time.

“Yes. pick me first.”

You were going to hex them. Both of them. Immediately.

But of course, that didn’t happen. Because as soon as you grabbed your Transfiguration book and started frantically flipping pages, they both swooped in, corners of their mouths twitching with those infuriating, charming Malfoy smirks.

Original Draco leaned over your shoulder, one hand brushing the page like he had the right to invade your personal space. “You know, love, if you’d just let me help, we wouldn’t have this… stressful situation.”

“Stressful?” Clone Draco purred from your other side, voice smooth and teasing. “I call it thrilling. Twice the Draco, twice the guidance…”

“Guidance?” Original Draco shot him a look. “She’s my girlfriend, not yours to sweet-talk!”

“Technically, we’re both hers now,” the clone countered, leaning closer, one hand dangerously near your arm.

You felt your cheeks heat up. “I—That’s not—Stop—both of you!”

With just a small glance exchange between the two dracos, a lightbulb lit up in their tiny ferret minds.

Original Draco’s eyes glittered. “Oh? So flustered. Seeing you like this… I quite like it.”

Clone Draco smirked, leaning his forehead near yours. “Hmm… adorable. She handles one Draco fine… but two?” He gave a slow, exaggerated grin. “Clearly overwhelming.”

Your hands shot to the book to hide your reddening face, but somehow, between the two of them, it felt like the book had become a flimsy shield.

Original Draco tilted his head, lowering his voice. “Look at you, stammering… your lips, your hair, the way your eyes dart—oh, darling, it’s distracting.”

Clone Draco leaned even closer, brushing his shoulder against yours. “And yet, here you are, trying to focus. I admire your determination… though it’s a shame it’s wasted on spells when you could be looking at us.”

You groaned and tried to flip the page faster, but both Dracos practically flanked you, one on each side, and every glance, every lean-in made your heart hammer.

“Both of you—just STOP TALKING!” you shouted, though your voice wobbled.

Original Draco’s grin widened. “Adorable. You hate us but can’t hide it.”

Clone Draco mirrored the grin perfectly. “Flustered? Absolutely. It’s working better than I imagined.”

You slammed the book down on the desk. “I’m not flustered! I’m… I’m… studying, okay? Studying!”

“Oh, love,” Original Draco whispered, dropping a strand of your hair behind your ear with the most infuriatingly gentle touch. “You’re so much easier to distract than you think.”

“And yet, so… deliciously flustered,” Clone Draco added, brushing a finger along your wrist while leaning closer. “I could watch you squirm all day.”

Your stomach did a ridiculous flip. Your hands shook, your ears felt hot, and your cheeks were on fire. “I… I- stop.”

They exchanged a glance, perfectly in sync, and suddenly they both leaned in at once, voices dropping to that teasing, flirty tone that made your knees weak.

“You’re adorable,” Original Draco murmured.

“You’re irresistible,” Clone Draco echoed.

You covered your face with your hands, groaning. “I can’t—this is—both of you are impossible!”

But of course, they weren’t listening. They were clearly delighting in your flustered state. They even leaned closer, subtly brushing against you whenever you tried to focus on the spellbook, whispering sweet little comments meant to make you melt.

Original Draco kissed your temple lightly. “Still trying to study, hmm? So cute.”

Clone Draco nuzzled your neck, voice low. “Maybe if we help, it’ll go faster… for both of us to enjoy you.”

Your face was now officially crimson. Your hands shook as you tried to hold your wand steady. You were utterly undone.

And of course, the two Dracos noticed.

Original Draco smirked. “Two of us. Double the effect. Quite effective, isn’t it?”

Clone Draco tilted his head, lips brushing your ear. “Oh yes… it’s very effective. You’re too distracted to even cast a proper counter-spell.”

You groaned, slumping forward, completely defeated. “I—can’t—handle—both of you—”

Original Draco chuckled softly. “Darling, why would you want to handle just one?”

Clone Draco grinned, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Exactly. Twice the Draco, twice the fun.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to hex them both. You wanted to magically disappear.

But most of all… you wanted to kill them… and maybe, just maybe, kiss them a little.

You took a shaky breath and pointed your wand, trying to focus. But with both Dracos leaning in, whispering, and brushing against you, concentrating was… impossible.

“I found a spell that should reverse this disaster.”

Original Draco leaned over your shoulder, smirking. “Oh? And here I was starting to get used to my clone.”

Clone Draco nudged your other side, voice smooth. “Yes, please—show us how clever you are, darling. I do love a girl who tries hard.”

You took a deep breath, pointed your wand, and muttered the counter-spell with all the focus you could muster. Sparks flew, gold light flashed—and then… absolutely nothing happened.

“…What?” you whispered, jaw dropping.

Original Draco’s smirk widened, eyes glittering. “Hm. Seems your spell has… other priorities.”

Clone Draco leaned closer, voice low and teasing, brushing your arm. “Or maybe it’s distracted by us. Two of us. So very… appealing, yes?”

You groaned, cheeks heating. “Both of you—stop—just—STOP!”

But they didn’t. Of course they didn’t. They were too delighted by your flustered state.

Original Draco leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. “You’re adorable when you’re like this, love.”

Clone Draco mirrored him on the other side, voice soft. “And utterly distracted. I think it suits you.”

You tried to focus on the book, your wand, anything, but their closeness, their teasing, their synchronized smirks were unbearable.

Original Draco pressed a teasing kiss to your temple. “See? Totally distracted.”

Clone Draco brushed his lips against your cheek. “Completely undone. I do love a girl who can’t concentrate.”

Your face burned hotter than a cauldron. “I—I’m not flustered! I’m jusr—”

“Oh but you are,” Original Draco whispered, lowering his voice to a purr. “Very much so.”

“And,” the clone added, nuzzling against your neck, “it’s cute. Extremely cute.”

You groaned, dropping your wand onto the bed. “I can’t—both of you are impossible!”

They exchanged identical, satisfied smirks, leaning in to pepper tiny, teasing kisses along your cheek, jawline, and neck.

“You see, love?” Original Draco murmured, brushing a hand along your arm. “Two of us make everything… much more fun.”

Clone Draco’s lips brushed your ear. “Yes… and you’re so flustered. We could do this all day.”

You buried your face in your hands, heart hammering, brain fried, and admitted—mentally only—that yes, two Dracos were completely overwhelming. and completely, utterly perfect.

You took a deep breath trying to shift your focus on a counter spell, whilst the two dracos kept on pestering and teasing you by your side.

You squeezed your eyes shut and forced yourself to breathe through the chaos.

Focus. You are a witch, not a melting puddle, you scolded yourself.

“Alright—that’s it,” you muttered, reaching for your wand again with determination. “You two are not distracting me anymore.”

“Oh?” both Dracos hummed in perfect unison. “Are you certain about that?”

You didn’t answer. You stood, stepped out from between them, and pressed your back against the foot of the bed.

“Reintergo!” you incanted, flicking your wand in a sharp arc.

A silver light burst from its tip, wrapping around both Dracos like glowing ribbon. They barely had time to exchange a surprised glance before their forms were pulled toward each other.

“Wait, love—”

“This wasn’t part of the plan—”

WHOOSH!

Light flared. The air rippled. And when it settled…

…only one Draco stood there.

He blinked. Once. Twice.

Then looked down at himself, checking his hands, his arms, as if making sure he was completely… singular.

“Well,” he drawled finally, lifting his gaze to you with that familiar, infuriating smirk. “There goes double the fun.”

You sagged in relief, placing a hand over your heart. “Do you know how hard it is to concentrate with two of you invading my personal space?”

He stepped closer, slower now. Warmer. Real.

“But you handled it brilliantly,” he murmured. “I always knew you could control me.”

His words were soft, teasing— but his expression had changed. There was something else there now. Something sincere.

“Though…” Draco brushed an imaginary wrinkle from his sleeve, eyes glinting. “If you ever feel like duplicating me again… I wouldn’t object.”

You laughed, a little breathless. “Over my dead body, Malfoy.”

He tilted his head. “Pity. I quite liked seeing you that flustered.”

Silence settled between you, gentle and warm instead of heavy.

You looked up at him. “You don’t miss your other half already?”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Hardly. One of me is complicated enough.”

His thumb brushed absentmindedly against the back of your hand, as if he hadn’t even realized he was still holding it.

“But…” His voice softened, real now. “If there was anything I liked about that disaster, it’s that it proved something rather important.”

“Oh?” you whispered. Your heart was betraying you again.

He stepped a fraction closer. Close enough that you could feel his warmth, smell that faint, familiar hint of cologne and parchment.

“That no matter how many of me exist…” He tilted his forehead gently against yours.

“…you’re the only one who can handle me.”

Your breath hitched.

“And I think,” Draco added, lips curving into something that wasn’t quite a smirk, much softer than that,

“that’s rather dangerous information for you to have.”

“Good,” you murmured. “Then behave.”

“For you?” he whispered. “I might consider it.”

And this time, when his lips brushed yours, it wasn’t teasing. It was slow. Certain. Real.

Just one Draco.

And somehow… more than enough.

✉️ྀི author’s note ; so sorry ive been mia, ive been really busy irl 🫠 ill start working on my other requests as soon as possible

He stood, taking slow, deliberate steps toward you until your back brushed against the wall. “Funny,” he murmured, “because you didn’t look like you were just talking about schoolwork.”

You met his gaze, refusing to back down. “You’re being ridiculous.”

He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a whisper, breath brushing your cheek. “Maybe. But I don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

Your heart raced— irritation, nerves, and something else entirely tangling in your chest.

“Draco i swear we only talked about the project-“

he scoffed, “that didn’t seem like project talk to me. don’t play dumb, you’ve been playing games with me all night.” you shot a look at him

You shot him a look, crossing your arms. “Oh, so now I’m not allowed to talk to anyone?”

Draco’s jaw clenched, his gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips. “Not when they look at you like that.”

You took a daring step closer. “And what if I like the attention?”

His smirk faltered for half a second before he leaned in, voice low. “Then I’ll just have to remind you who you belong to”

“get on the fucking bed right now.” Draco commanded, your eyes widened— “im not doing that your-“ you were cut off by draco slamming his lips against yours, and you didn’t push him away.

your lips melted against his, and both of your tongues explored eachothers mouths. groaning and whimpering at the feeling of euphoria.

his hands slowly snaking up your throat making you moan. Your hands found the ends of his hair, tugging them.

without breaking the kiss, he had pinned you on the bed. getting him exactly what he wanted.

“your doing this on purpose aren’t you doll? makin me jealous so i could fuck you dumb?” he mumbled in between the wet kisses. you whimpered, trying to make out a sound but all you could manage to make was a weak ‘no’

draco’s eyebrows cocked up, “lying now are we?”. he toyed with the hem of your skirt and lifting it.

“draco..” you whimpered softly, he hummed in response and looked up at you. “is this okay with you?” he asked as his eyes scanned your angelic like features, looking for a sign of consent.

You nodded eagerly and he left you a quick peck on the lips again before going down once more.

He slid a finger under the waistband of your panties before letting it snap back against your skin.

His fingers ghosted over your sex, feeling the soaked material. Your breath hitched as his fingers pressed against you.

he pulled your panties to the side, revealing a wet glistening cunt. he almost came in his pants just by the sight of it, “all this for me?” he teased.

you nodded in response, and let out an erotic moan when he inserted 2 digits inside your dripping cunt.

“m’gonna stretch this pussy first okay? i dont want my princess to hurt when you take me.” you were in awe, even though draco was your slimy annoying best friend— hes quite a gentleman. even in bed.

his fingers moved and circled around your wet sex, he leaned down and latched his mouth onto yours core. he moaned and hummed against you, savoring how you tasted.

“mm, taste so good baby. wanna try?” he said, as he pulled out his fingers that was dripping wet. he brought it up to your mouth and made you suck on them making you both groan.

draco kneeled down onto his knees, and started kissing your every curve, worshipping them. “all f’me right?” you nodded.

you looked at him with lustful and needy eyes, he started unzipping his pants— revealing a hard erection that almost looked painful.

he held your hand and made it cup his buldge, he groaned as you lightly squeezed him. “feel this? its just for you baby.”

you bit your lip as he took off his boxers, his cock slapping across again his stomach, pre cum leaking out of his tip. he brought himself against you, teasing your entrance.

you squirmed and whined at his attempts of teasing you, “dray, just fuck me right now.” you whined but in a demanding tone that draco chuckled at.

“Oh sweetheart, You’re in no position to demand baby, remember that.” draco tutted as he slammed himself against you, making you both moan. your pussy hugging and squeezing his cock perfectly, and his tip hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

Draco groaned praises and curses in your ear, making you grind yourself against him more— as if your trying to fuck yourself on his cock.

“would’ya look at that?” he growled, as he traced the buldge mark on you stomach. “you could see myself in your tummy.”

each thrust made you go crazy, making you reach your climax faster. he placed his hands on each side of your hips, spreading your legs giving him more room to ram himself into you oh my god sorry idk LMAO

“draco im close oh god.” you sighed in pleasure, usually when you were close draco would quicken his pace— but not this time.

he pulled out, deattaching himself from you and smirking. Your face contorted into a scowl, feeling confused “Draco what the fuck?” you complained.

“I don’t think you deserve to cum, you acted like a brat parading that ravenclaw infront of me.” he said as he stroked his length near your entrance “this ought to teach you a lesson.”

with no warning he slammed himself against you once again, making you both yelp out a moan. the sound of skin slapping was getting faster, pants and heavy breaths filled the room.

“don’t you dare fucking cum without my permission, if you do I’m not touching you for a week.” your eyes widened at this, “b-but thats not fair!” you stuttered. Draco lightly slapped your bum, giving you a warning to act right.

“oh so you want me to make it one month then?”

“no! no! please ill be a good girl just make me cum please!” you panted as you shook your head violently. “then be a good girl f’me, and fuck yourself with my cock yeah?”

you started bucking your hips, and bouncing off draco’s hips. he moaned out your name loudly as sweat beads formed on his forehead.

“thats it baby, squeeze my cock.”

your hands found his neck, wrapping it around. “please dray i needa cum- your the only one who can fuck me like this no one else.” you murmured against his skin, draco groaned at your sudden confession.

“such a smart girl, you really know how to flatter me dont ‘cha?” he chuckled darkly as you rolled your hips against his— taking all of him.

"you wanna cum, yeah? cum for me, baby."

you both rode your climax and moaned as draco’s baby batter shot in you, and you coating draco’s length.

draco leaned in, his breath warm against your skin, his face so close it sent a shiver down your spine. His lips hovered just a whisper away as he murmured, low and possessive, “all mine.”

“all yours.”

✉️ྀི author’s note ; i’ve been really busy these past few days, sorry if this seems bad </3