𝐦 𝐚 𝐝 𝐞 𝐥 𝐞 𝐢 𝐧 𝐞 ,

[𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

You and Ron met after the war. You were both at the bar, two years ago, in The Leaky Cauldron when you recognized each other from school. You quickly fell into conversation, being the only people you both knew in the whole place.  

Since then, it had been cute dates, spending weekends together at your flat in London and falling deeper and deeper in love.

There was only one problem. When you were at Hogwarts, you were in the same year as the twins, meaning you were two years above Ron. Of course, this didn’t matter know as you were both adults – Ron being 21 and you being 23. However, that wasn’t the only problem, you were a pureblood Slytherin, whose parents were both blood prejudice and followers of Voldemort. You were also friends with known ex death eaters, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Adrian Pucey, who was in your year, and Draco Malfoy. Thankfully, you never received the mark.

While none of you believed in blood supremacy, and none of you knew anything of your parents anymore, your family names had been tarnished forever, and this was extremely prominent when Ron finally decided to introduce you to his family.

You knew how important his family was to Ron, so that’s why you spent 2 and a half hours getting ready for the family dinner he was taking you too tonight. You were surprised that they were even letting you date Ron, let alone inviting you over for dinner. Not only would all the Weasley’s be there, but also Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Fleur Delacour, who your remembered from your sixth year.

When you first apparated from your flat to the burrow, you weren’t aware that Ron hadn’t informed them of exactly who his girlfriend was before coming. It was only when you were standing outside when the news was broken, not helping your nerves whatsoever.

When you first entered, everyone was waiting in the living room with grins on their face, excited to meet you. Their faces swiftly dropped when they realized who you were, and scowls forming when their eyes traveled to you intertwined hands. Eye rolls were received from Fred and George. That's probably what you got for calling them carrot-tops for seven years straight.  

The smiles were smacked back on their faces when they saw Hermione enter through the front door.

The rest of the evening was extremely awkward. Snide comments were thrown at you the whole night, such as ‘I didn’t know death eaters were allowed to just roam free’ and ‘so did your parents get life in Azkaban or just a really long time?’. So, you opted to staying quiet for the rest of the night, trying not to let them get to you.

“The worst of it was when you came back from using the bathroom, and went to enter the kitchen when voices stopped you from doing so.

“Why are you dating her Ron?” The first voice belonged to Molly.

“Because I love her, Mum. Is that such a crime, to love your girlfriend.”

“Not normally, but it is when it’s her. She’s not good for you, she’ll only end up hurting you in the long run.”

“Your mother’s right, Ronald. To be completely honest, we thought that you were going to come through the door with Hermione tonight. Not to mention that she’s two years older than you”

“What?”

“Oh, come on Ron.” Said Molly. “You two have always had chemistry. Much more than you and what's-her-face through there.” She whispered, venomously.

“Her name’s Y/N, and I love her. And if you can’t accept that, that’s on you. Maybe if you gave her a chance and got to know her, you would realize what’s she’s been through and what an incredible woman she is. An ‘to be completely honest’” He mocked his father's previous words. “Until you do just that, I need a break. Bye guys, I’ll talk to you later.”

“RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY YOU GET BECK HERE RIGHT NOW!” Molly shouted.

And that’s how you ended up here, lying in bed, with mascara stains on your face as you lay in Ron’s embrace.  

Ron’s hugs are always the best.

You had your head laid on his chest as he stroked your hair, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“You know I love you Y/N.” he placed another kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too Ronnie.” You mumbled.

“And I would do anything for you, even if it meant leaving my family.”

“Ron, I would never expect you to do something like that. I know how much you love them.”

“I do, but not nearly as much as I love you.”

“I'm so glad I met you.” You whispered into his chest.  

“Me too, Y/N/N. Me too.”

[<3 = fluff, </3 = angst, * = smut]

1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back </3

[<3 = fluff, </3 = angst, * = smut]

[female reader, dad!draco, husband!draco]

Every morning your son, Scorpius, would wake you up at 6am with his persistent crying. Your husband, Draco, would leave for work at the ministry at 7am on the dot. Since Draco went back to work when Scorpius turned one, from 7am until 7pm at night you would have to look after your 18 month old son by yourselF, occasionally receiving a short visit fRom Narcissa.

It was impossible for you to love your son anymore, but ever since Draco had been taking longer shifts at the ministry, hoping for a promotion, and you had to look after Scorp for 12 hours by yourself, 4/7 days a week, you felt extremely tired and alone. By the time you had given Scorp his tea, his bath and read him to sleep, it was time to start your own dinner for Draco getting home at 7.

Draco wasn’t stupid. He knew you were getting more and more tired by the day. But he was so close to getting his promotion, and all the overtime he was doing was giving him an even bigger boost.

On a certain Wednesday evening, for whatever reason, Scorp wouldn’t eat his dinner, only through the broccoli back in your face; he refused to go in the bath, only splashed the water all over the bathroom; and you could not, for the love of merlin, get him to fall asleep. You had read him at least 5 different books and even tried singing for him, but he would not lay still.

It was nearly bang on 7 when you got him to sleep, and by that time, you hadn’t cleaned up, cooked dinner and from your pure pent up exhaustion, as soon as you closed the door to Scorpius’ room, your back slid down the wall in unison with the tears falling down your face.

You stayed there for around 5 minutes, silently sobbing, before you felt two warm hands land on your shoulders. You looked up through your blurry eyes and were met with the sympathetic eyes of your husband.

“What happened, Darling?” Draco asked, his voice laced with concern as he wiped away your tears. Even though you could hardly string a sentence together, Draco could assume that you had only play the perfectly put together mother role for a certain amount of time until you broke.

You felt him pull you up gently from your arms before his hands slid to the back of your thighs, picking you up as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and your legs around his waist. You let your face set in the crook of his neck in attempt to muffle your sobs.

He carried you to your bedroom and sat you on the bed. You watched his back as he walked into the bathroom without saying a word, closing the door behind him. You sat curled up on your bed for another five minutes or so before Draco entered and kneeled down in front of you.

He slowly undressed you, stating with your top and ending with your underwear. He picked you back up in the a=same way as he previously had, walking you to your en-suite. You found the bath filled with bubbles and water. He let you step into the bath and sink down, instantly feeling your muscles relax.

He bent down next to the bath and rolled the sleeves of his white fitted shirt up to his elbows, placing a kiss on your temple. He softly whispered in your ear, “You stay here, I’ll go downstairs and cook your favourite, and then we can stay here together, how does that sound, hm?”

“That sounds great.”

“I’ll be back in a bit, Sweetheart.” He left a short, sweet kiss on your lips before leaving. He returned half an hour later with a bowl of tomato spaghetti in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other. You moved further along in the bath, as Draco undressed himself, climbing in the bath, with you sitting in between his legs. He balanced the food and drink on the side of the bath.

He fed you the pasta, before taking a bite himself and repeating the actions. After the food was finished, he let you rant about how you were feeling, comforting you as best as he could.

After about an hour, you both got out the bath and dried each other off, climbing into tbed together shortly afterwards. You rested your head on his chest and your legs naturally tangled together.

Ever since you and Draco had began dating, his favourite form of, non-sexual, affection was skin-to-skin contact when hugging. It brought him an overwhelming feeling of home after a long day.

“Y/N, I promise that when I get this promotion, I’ll spend every possible waking hour with you and Scorp. Because I love you and him more than you’ll ever know.”

[female reader, based on the Olivia Rodrigo song 1 step forward, 3 steps back]

Called you on the phone today

Just to ask you how you were

All I did was speak normally

Somehow I still struck a nerve

It was a cold winter morning and the weather made the tip of your nose turn red and made your fingers feel like ice. You tightened your scarf and rubbed your hands together, trying to create warmth, as you walked across the courtyard.

Finally approaching the great hall, your eyes scanned across the bustling room, until your eyes finally fell on a very familiar mop of platinum blonde locks.

You made your way over to your boyfriend and sat in the free space in between him and Theodore Nott. You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek as you sat on the bench. "How are you this morning, Draco?" You asked in your usual soft tone

Unfortunately, all you got in return was a look up and down, a deep sigh and watching wipe the spot on his flawless face you had just kissed. You pinned it on his bad moods that seemed to be a lot more frequent than usual.

You blinked back the tears brimming in your eyes and turned to talk tho Theodore instead. He was always perfectly kind to you.

You got me fucked up in the head, boy

Never doubted myself so much

Like, am I pretty? Am I fun, boy?

I hate that I give you power over that kind of stuff

When you fist joined Hogwarts, you always had a smile on your face and a spring in your step. You were the type of person people naturally gravitated towards, always very forgiving. You couldn't care less what anyone else though.

And even though you may not have noticed at first, the person you once were slowly changed once you began dating Draco Malfoy.

You found yourself staring in the mirror for a few minutes longer than usual, comparing yourself to other people, even your own best friends. You were slowly changing your ways all so that you could please your boyfriend as much as possible.

Although you would never admit it, you hate that he has power over that kind of stuff.

'Cause it's always one step forward and three steps back

I'm the love of your life until I make you mad

It's always one step forward and three steps back

Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand

No, I don't understand

Sometimes, when Draco was in a good mood, you would go for picnic dates by the black lake, where you would lay together in the sun. Talk, laugh eat and sometimes lay in a comfortable silence.

However, the next day you would come crashing back down from cloud nine when you would walk into the great hall and be ignored or find him with his arm around another girl, the same angelic laugh suffocating your senses as yesterday. Only this time he wasn't laughing with you. You didn't even know he was laughing at you.

You were always walking on eggshells around Draco, always double checking what you were about to say in your head before speaking aloud.

Sometimes you would be hanging out with his friends, sitting as close as possible to eachother, laughing and joking. This bliss would last until you would say something wrong. He would kick you out your own common room, telling you to "go to bed." because you've "ruined the fun again.". Sympathetic smiles offered from his friends.

You never understood him, and you soon came to terms with the fact that you probably never would.

And maybe in some masochistic way

I kinda find it all exciting

Like, which lover will I get today?

Will you walk me to the door or send me home cryin'?

Before Draco, your previous relationships had been predictable. You had always craved something more, someone who would keep you on your toes. That's exactly what Draco Malfoy was.

Whenever you went out with him, you never knew exactly which Draco Malfoy persona you would be meeting today. Would he cherish every moment with you and let you fall asleep in his arms or treat you like dirt under his shoe and send you home crying.

No, it's back and forth, did I say something wrong?

It's back and forth, goin' over everything I said

It's back and forth, did I do something wrong?

It's back and forth, maybe this is all your fault

Months into your relationship with Draco, your best friend also got a boyfriend. You saw the way she was treated. Hello and goodbye kisses, sweet nicknames, holding hands and whispering "I love you" whenever possible. Soon enough, you saw the true colours of your relationship.

This were the events that lead you to the point where our knuckles met the hard material of Draco's door for the last time.

He swung open the door, wearing only a pair of black joggers, his hair was wet and messy and his featured were as defined as ever. His attractiveness only making your job harder.

"Come in."He said in a monotone voice.

"No, it's okay. This won't take long."

"Alright, have it your way then." He muttered.

"We're over." You watched as the colour drained from his face and the cocky look on his face changed to a more vulnerable one.

"No. Wh-what do you mean. Y/N/N, you know I lov-"

"NO." you shouted. You drew in a breath, calming yourself down. "no Draco. You don't get to say that now. Not when I've loved you with everything in me only to get nothing back. So please, don't tell me you love me, because nothing can take back what you've done to me."

You shoved the box you were carrying in your arms into his chest, causing him to stumble back a bit.

"I hope one day you find someone who waits around long enough for you to get your shit together, because merlin knows I couldn't. Have a nice life Draco."

You turned around. took a deep breath and began to walk back down the hall, before his voice stopped you once again.

"Y/N." He spoke. "I um, I really am sorry. For everything. I hope you find someone who treats you properly, because merlin knows I couldn't." He repeated in a whisper.

You mustered up a small smile.

——————

That was 15 years ago. Now, you were sitting with your little girl on your knee, both dressed in dark green gowns, with your beautiful. loving husband, Theodore Nott sat next to you.

You were watching Draco Malfoy marry Astoria Greengrass, a stunning woman who waited around long enough for Draco Malfoy to learn to love properly.

It was 9 o'clock when you and Theo decided to leave. You walked up, hands linked together as per usual, while your daughter slept peacefully in his arms. You walked up to the newly wed couple and Theo immediately fell into a hushed conversation with Astoria, leaving you and Draco to chat.

"Y/N"

"Draco."

"It's great to see you again."

"It's great to see you again." You both spoke at the same time, causing you both to laugh, quickly followed by shushing noises from Theo and Tori.

"You deserve this Draco. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you Y/N/N, I wanted to thank you, for making me see my mistakes. Without you I don't think I'd be here right now, married. So thank you, really."

"None of this was me, Draco. It was all you."

You held eye contact for a few seconds before you both pulled eachother into a tight hug, staying there for a minute or so.

"Love you, Y/N/N."

"Love you too, Draco."

"Stay in touch?" He asked.

"Of course." You replied.

[<3 = fluff, </3 = angst, * = smut]

[<3 = fluff, </3 = angst, * = smut]

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 : 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐑𝐀

𝐝 . 𝐦 𝐚 𝐥 𝐟 𝐨 𝐲 ,

𝐛 . 𝐳 𝐚 𝐛 𝐢 𝐧 𝐢 ,

𝐩 . 𝐩 𝐚 𝐫 𝐤 𝐢 𝐧 𝐬 𝐨 𝐧 ,

𝐭 . 𝐧 𝐨 𝐭 𝐭 ,

𝐡 . 𝐩 𝐨 𝐭 𝐭 𝐞 𝐫 ,

𝐡 . 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐧 𝐠 𝐞 𝐫 ,

𝐫 . 𝐰 𝐞 𝐚 𝐬 𝐥 𝐞 𝐲 ,

𝐟 . 𝐰 𝐞 𝐚 𝐬 𝐥 𝐞 𝐲 ,

𝐠 . 𝐰 𝐞 𝐚 𝐬 𝐥 𝐞 𝐲 ,

𝐠 . 𝐰 𝐞 𝐚 𝐬 𝐥 𝐞 𝐲 , 

𝐜 . 𝐝 𝐢 𝐠 𝐠 𝐨 𝐫 𝐲 ,

𝐥 . 𝐥 𝐨 𝐯 𝐞 𝐠 𝐨 𝐨 𝐝 ,

[they/them pronouns]

The time on the clock read 01:12 and the couple on the bed lay in a comfortable silence, both reading their own books. Blaise watched from the corner of his eye as Y/N tossed their book towards the end of the bed and maneuvered their body to face him.

“You’re bored.” He stated, his eyes staying glued to the page.

Y/N was now facing him completely, sitting with their legs crossed. “Very.” They replied.

Blaise didn’t reply to that, only kept reading his book. Peace settled once again for Blaise. However, that peace only seemed to stick for a couple of seconds, before he felt a continuous prodding on his knee. Y/N finally got what they wanted when Blaise neatly folded the corner of his book and sat his book on the nearby table.

“What would you like, Sweetheart?”

“I want you to teach me French.” Y/N whispered, careful not to wake up his roommates.

“No, no way. Not at bloody quarter pas-“

“Please.” Y/N interrupted.

The couple held eye contact for a few seconds before Blaise let out a defeated sigh. Blaise would always give Y/N anything they wanted.

“Let’s start with the basics first then.” He sat up against the headboard and pulled Y/N to straddle his lap. “Bonjour means hello.”

“Bonjour.” Y/N repeated their boyfriend.

“Less emphasis on the ‘r’, Darling. Bonjour.” he repeated.

“Bonjour.”

Blaise leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on their lips. “Well done, Sweetheart.” He whispered in their ear, placing a kiss on their neck after.

“How are you is Comment ça va.”

“Comment ça va.”

“You’re a quick learner. Love.” He whispered, placing another kiss on Y/N, this time on their collarbone.