#draco fic

black lace ~ Draco. L. Malfoy

all characters are aged up to 18+

this is my first time writing smut so i hope it’s ok! enjoy x

Draco's silver eyes burnt into yours as he marched off of the quidditch pitch, his team defeated by Gryffindor’s for the fourth time this season. The eye contact was intense and almost frightening. He had never been good at losing, but when it came to losing against Potter? Well he would rather die. Angry just simply wasn't the right word to even begin describing how Draco felt. He was seething, if it was possible without the side effects of a pepperup potion he would have steam coming out of his ears. His eyes finally left yours as he exited the pitch.

Pulling off his boots and throwing his broom down onto the floor of his solo dorm. He slammed the door behind him and ran his fingers through his platinum hair. His blood was boiling.

There was small rap on his door, he contemplated even answering it before walking over and throwing it open, ready to scream at the first person he saw. But the person standing there was you. 

You gave him a warm smile, Draco on the other hand wasn’t so gentle. Before you could get any words out he grabbed you by your arm and shut the door behind you. His lips crashed into yours, he was angry and rough. His fingers tangled in your hair pulling you forward, closer into him. You pull away slightly, “I'm guessing you're upset that you lost?” your voice teasing and coy,

“Don’t you dare play with me right now” his voice is a low growl and he throws you forward onto the mattress, the sheets becoming a mess around you. Draco stared you down, slowly walking towards you whilst pulling his tie off, and then his shirt and then very slowly his belt. He towers above you just staring into your soul. Then he grabs at your shirt, buttons fly across the room as he drags it off over your head. He paws at your black lace bra, a soft moan escaping your lips as he does. Your skirt is next, he kisses slowly down your waist, his eyes never leaving yours. You shiver as his fingertips skim your waistband, he yanked down on your skirt revealing the matching panties. His breath hitches and he runs his tongue along the inside of your thighs. You throw your head back as he reaches your clit. He flicks his tongue over it through your panties as he watches you squirm. 

He pulls away from you slowly revealing how wet the lace covering you was, he let out a low laugh. “You want me that bad, huh doll?” you don’t answer him, you're too busy hiding your face in your hands. Draco grabs your wrists, pulling them away from your face. “Answer me when I speak to you.” His voice was harsh. “... I do…” you manage to force out. That seems to satisfy him enough because within seconds he pulled the panties off you and kicked off his own trousers. He grabbed your ankles pulling you to the end of the bed and shoved your legs over his shoulders. He moved his cock up and down your sensitive pussy making you shudder. “You’re so wet for me baby” without giving you a chance to collect yourself, Draco slammed himself into you, you let out a yelp as the stinging sensation of being stretched coursed through you. His calloused hands gripping your hips and pressing you deeper into the mattress. Beads of sweat glistened over his defined abs and collarbones, he was so handsome when he was buried inside you. Your fingers grasped his back, nails digging into skin. Your lips parted letting moans escape as he hammered back and forth into you, the sound of skin against skin echoed around the dorm. His hands moved from your hips, up your legs, and gripped your ankles, holding you against him. “No one can fuck you like i can, huh doll” his voice breathy, you couldn’t reply. Tears pricked in your eyes from the sheer pleasure of it as his cock drags across your g spot again and again and again. “Fuck- nghh Draco” you couldn’t take it for much longer but this only made Draco speed up, slamming into you harder with every thrust “you’re gonna make me cum doll” his let go of one ankle to grab your jaw, biting his bottom lip as he did so. He pressed your face into the blankets as his moaning got louder. 

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

summary: The last time you saw Draco Malfoy, he was a whiny, petulant, self-absorbed shrimp. Now, in his eighth year at Hogwarts, he's still most of that, but some things have changed...

a/n: Prompt #41: "Like what you see?" Lost the ask, but thank you anon for joining my 3k follower event! Title is from that Sabrina Carpenter song because that's all I could hear while writing this. 2.3k words

tags: [fluff] [suggestive material] [quidditch] [language] [banter] [tension] [kissing]

“No,” Cho says, wagging a finger at you. “Absolutely not. Don’t even think about it.”

“What? I didn’t say anything!” you defend, even as you lean forward in your seat, hoping to catch a better glimpse at a certain Slytherin seeker.

The sun is just finishing its descent, painting the pitch in creamy oranges and pinks that make the grounds look soft, even as two rival schools battle on the field. The players fly by in streaks of green and grey, dodging Bludgers and weaving between each other. 

“It doesn’t matter,” she continues. “You’ve got the look.”

You scoff. “What look?”

“The look! The drooling…panting, fainting…eye…thing.”

“Wow, Cho,” you deadpan, turning around to face her. “Top marks for that description. And you’re exaggerating. I was just curious! You know, I haven’t been to Hogwarts in years.”

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pairing: draco malfoy x fem! reader

summary: y/n is a Ravenclaw student with a crush on Harry Potter. After tutoring him for their upcoming potions quiz, y/n develops some feelings for the golden boy. Although, after seeing Harry snog Ginny at the quidditch game that morning, she sets her sights on snogging a Sytherin boy to make Harry jealous. Little does she know, Draco Malfoy has his own plans for her.

tags/warning: smut, a bit of fluff, slytherin party, enemies to lovers, mentions of smoke, mentions of drinking, dom! draco malfoy, mattheo riddle, blaise zabini, luna lovegood, theo nott, cho! x blaise, luna! x theo, harry x fem! reader,

a/n: hi!! this is my first fic here :) i hope you guys like it, & please let me know what else you'd like to see!!

I was furious after what Harry had done this morning. Perhaps something more than furious. I didn’t think the golden boy would’ve done something like that to me. I’d think that only someone like Malfoy could be so cruel, no matter how attractive he might be. 

I had been so meticulous about Harry. I thought that he would be a good match. He seemed kind, heroic. All of the things that I’d think would make a good boyfriend. Maybe I misread his advances? Perhaps he really did just want a study partner. 

I mean, he did skip potions quite regularly. I had just thought it was because of his quidditch schedule, and I guess I had offered to help him catch up for the upcoming quiz. But he had been so flirtatious with me during our last couple of sessions? He had brought me my coffee order, written me small notes that he would turn into small cranes with simple spells and he had played with the ring on my thumb. He had even asked me to wear his house sweater. I guess I have to return that to him now. How could I be so daft?

“Did you hear, y/n?” Cho asked, dropping her books on the library table that I’ve been at for hours, half studying, half overthinking. She snapped me right back to reality.

“Hear what?” I answered, trying to keep my eyes glued to the ingredient list that I needed to memorize for the potions quiz next week. The stupid quiz that had led me to spend all of my extra time with a boy who doesn’t seem to care much anymore. I needed to get a better mark than him. Perhaps I even wanted him to fail and have to deal with Snape. 

“The party tonight? You know, Slytherins like to make a big deal after they win anything, especially quidditch I suppose.” Cho rolled her eyes.

“I’m too busy to party. Anyways, Ravenclaw has nothing to do with this.” I muttered. “I have nothing to do with this.”

“It would make Harry so jealous, think about it. If he sees that you were hanging around Slytherin boys on their turf, he might stop leading you on. You know, ask you out.” Cho smiled, grabbing the quill from my ink stained hands. 

“Stop it, Cho. I’m above playing silly games for a boys attention” I said, trying to grab my quill from her grasp. “Especially after that boy snogged Ginny Weasley before flying out before yesterday’s game.” I frowned, feeling sick just thinking about him tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before laying one on her. 

“He kissed Ginny? How am I only now finding out, y/n? The game was this morning, & it’s well past 3 now. You should’ve told me. Is this why you ran out before the game was over? And it’s not about playing games, it’s about sending a message. Anyways, you’ve been studying for this quiz for two weeks straight. I miss my best friend… & I want a few drinks. Maybe some time alone with Blaise.” Cho offered a small smile. 

“Zabini?” I asked, sliding my potions notes to the side. “Well now I must know. You like Zabini?” I smirked. 

“He’s sweet. You know, he slips me notes in divination. It drives Nott crazy. He hates that his mate likes a Ravenclaw girl. Perhaps he’s projecting. I’ve seen the way he looks at Luna.” Cho shyly smiled, placing her hand underneath her chin. 

“I hadn’t told you because I felt like an idiot. And I only went to cheer Harry on. Well, before I saw him snogging Ginny.” I paused, taking my hair out of my claw clip. “And by the way, I think they’re all trouble, you know… the Slytherin boys. You’re better off finding a sweet boy elsewhere.” I replied, grabbing her free hand. 

“Like Harry? He’s such a nice guy that he’s been leading you on for months.” She said, rolling her eyes. “At least I know Blaise isn’t seeing anyone else. Astoria asked him to sneak out after the potions quiz and go to the black lake and he practically laughed in her face.”

“Let’s study, Cho. Do you even know the ingredients for Amortentia?” I asked, smiling at her.

“Rose thorns, peppermint, gods I love peppermint, powdered moonstone, ashwinder eggs & pearl dust. Mine would probably smell like sandal wood cologne, green tea… oh & that gum he’s always chewing.” She smirked. “I’ll be fine y/n, and so will you. You’re coming tonight. I promise that Harry will regret kissing her.” 

Cho took her hand from underneath her chin and grabbed my second one. 

“Let’s go back to our dorm and brainstorm some outfits.” She smirked. “ I simply can’t have you looking a mess.” She laughed. 

“If I stay in bed tonight you’ll never let me hear the end of it, is that right?” I replied, rolling my eyes with affection.

“Gods, you’re quite the clever girl, y/n.” She grinned, showing her perfect teeth. “Now, grab all of your things, and meet me in our room in 30. I have to go pick something up.” She said before walking away from my table. 

“I never look a mess, Cho!” I screamed out, instantly earning the nasty stares of some Hufflepuff students that had been studying a few rows down. 

I always tried avoiding the portrait hall when walking back the the Ravenclaw tower on the west side of the castle. They always whispered as I passed by, gossiping and laughing. I truly didn’t understand why they seemed to dislike me so much. Some comments that slipped through the loud music in my headphones have all had to do with Slytherin house. They would snicker on about how I wasn’t in the right house. Perhaps they didn’t think I was smart enough to be a Ravenclaw. But today, I was in a rush to get back to lay in my bed for a few moments before having to go to this stupid party. Gods, I’d do anything for Cho. I’d have to face their laughs and comments. 

I had always been a determined girl. I didn’t like to be told what I couldn’t do. Perhaps the portraits just sensed my ambition, but they have no idea how boundless my thirst for knowledge was. What do they know, they’re stupid paintings on a wall gathering dust because Filtch isn’t very keen on keeping them clean after all of the comments they’ve made about him & his cat. Perhaps they just like to be mean. Must be boring to be up on those walls all day long.

As I made my way up the changing staircases to head towards the west wing of the castle, I heard a portrait of a lady wearing pearls around her neck & blue earrings call out my name. I begrudgingly turned towards her, just wanting to get out as quickly as I could. 

“Careful now little bird, rumour has it that some Slytherin boys have taken up an interest in you.” She giggled, taking a sip from the glass of white wine she was holding. 

“Thank you for your concern.” I coldly answered, picking up my pace. 

“Why would anyone have to be concerned?” Said a familiar, cruel voice.

I quickly turned my face back to the top of the stairs I was climbing just to see a tall, blonde, arrogant boy. He was leaning on the wall next to the mahogany door that leads to the west wing of the castle. 

“I’d be quite flattered if I were you, love.” He smiled, taking a step towards me. “I heard that you were coming to our little gathering. I’m so glad you’re choosing to spend time with people who won’t trade you in for a lesser model.” He sneered. 

“Malfoy. Please get out of my way.” I spat, not wanting to give him any nervous reaction. “I’m not going for you, or any of your little friends. I’m looking to have a good time with my best friend.”

“Oh sure, y/n. How miserable it must be to spend time with a good looking, smart & charming guy that has… plans for you.” He laughed, closing the distance with another step. 

He was wearing his quidditch uniform, and was still a little disheveled from the match. His hair feel in front of his grey eyes and a smirk was plastered on his face, his smile wrinkling his pale cheeks. He had played well today, although I hated to admit it. He had won against Ravenclaw last week as well, and Cho had been furious, I guess she still is. She had trained for weeks for that match, wanting to win against Blaise. I think they had concocted some sort of bet. The nature of which I rather not know. She was always so competitive, but I loved that about her. 

Malfoy had knocked Grant Page off of his broom and he’d been in the hospital wing ever since. Cho had screamed in terror watching the blue capes falling through the air before a professor threw a protecting spell his way. Honestly, Malfoy’s ego was probably bruised from so many people belonging to other houses cheering on Gryffindor at today’s match. We all desperately wanted to take down Slytherin’s team. Even I was considering getting on a broom and getting the job done. 

“Plans? I’m not interested in anything you might be thinking, Malfoy. I’m only coming to hangout with Cho.” I replied, taking a few steps towards him. 

“Mmhm, sure love. I’m looking forward to seeing you. Wear something pretty.” He said brushing past me. 

“I won’t stay long enough for you to appreciate the sight, Malfoy.” I said, feeling bold & witty. 

“We’ll see.” He coldly replied, making his way down the stairs towards his own common room. 

I hate how nervous he made me. Maybe I’m just tired, or angry and wanting to hurt Harry. Kissing Draco Malfoy tonight would most definitely hurt him. Would that be so bad? I’m certain Malfoy would do anything to piss off Harry. 

I quickly got rid of that thought and made my way up to the Ravenclaw tower. I knew I had to stay focused, since I wouldn’t be able to answer the question necessary so that I could enter the common room. 

“What came first, the phoenix or the flame?” The whisper emanating from the bronze knocker asked.

“No beginnings to a circle, huh.” I said, just wanting to enter my quarters. 

The door slowly creaked opened to the beautiful common room I called home. I loved it here. Everyone was either in a serious philosophical conversation or had their nose buried in a book. The ceilings had live constellations and whispered things only the stars could know. I closed the door behind me and walked towards Luna. 

“Have you seen Cho?” I asked, stealing one of the chocolates off of the plate of sweets that sat on her study table and taking a bite of it. 

“Oh I haven’t, y/n, I’m terribly sorry. The stars tell me that you’ve got a busy evening planned. I thought that we could go down to the lake and draw our reflections, but I guess you’re busy.” She smiled, grabbing a chocolate herself. 

I quickly swallowed to answer her. 

“Luna, you know I’d rather spend the night with you. I’m only going because, well, Cho wants to go. Would you like to join? It could be fun!” I smiled, eating the second half of the chocolate. 

“Okay y/n! I’d really like to come. Perhaps that Theo boy would like to hangout. I find him quite pretty. He thinks I’m quite pretty, too. I saw it in my tea leaves.” She said, tucking her hair behind her ear, offering a sweet smile “And I haven’t been to a party since that Hufflepuff one in September.” She smiled, her head already in the clouds. 

“Alright then, Luna. Cho and I will be ready to leave in a few hours. Just come to our room when you want to get ready.” I smiled, grabbing another chocolate. “Mmhm, cherry! My favourite.” I laughed, biting into the chocolate. 

Luna, Cho and I are very close. We’d come to be quite close during our first year, and we didn’t really have many friends outside of ourselves. I guess Luna was friends with Harry, Ron and Hermione. She had also dated Neville, that other Gryffindor boy. She had broken up with him after a divination session, where she learned that he had cheated on her with Lavender Brown. She was devastated, but Luna has always had a unique look on life. She’s been doing ok, and now I suppose she’s ready to meet someone new. I swear, if both of my best friends start dating Slytherins I’m going to go insane. 

I walked up to the dorm that I shared with them. I loved our little corner of the castle. Luna had a great sense of style and had decorated it with antiques and magical items that I had never heard of. She had a phone that didn’t connect to any line, all it did was whispers people’s secrets that it had picked up without revealing their identities. It’s how I found out that Cho had stolen my muggle food stash without telling me. It was the most we had ever laughed, and that night ended with us sneaking out and getting food from the three broomsticks. 

I walked over to my closet and pulled out a few options before placing them on my bed, where I laid a moment later. I could just stay here, grab my book and study for a few more hours today. My coffee was still in my system and I knew that my brain could take it. 

A few moments passed and I almost fell asleep. I guess that the emotional load of finding out that Harry was into snogging other girls weighed on me. Not that he had ever kissed me, I guess.

“Get up, y/n!” Cho screamed upon entering our dorm. “We must get ready. No more sleeping. I come bearing gifts!”

“Luna’s coming with us, by the way.” I said, groggy. I just wanted to sleep. “What gifts.” I tried to hide my smile. 

“Oh wonderful!” She smiled. “You know, Blaise said that Theo was into her. He’s a real gentleman, he won’t do what Longtrousers did to her.” She laughed. “Oh and, I got some muggle alcohol. The good stuff. Remember that night we spent in London?”

I stood up, smiled and walked over to her, grabbing one of the two beers that had the G logo, although I didn’t really know what it was called. 

“Aberto!” I laughed, using my wand to open it up. 

Cho walked over to her own closet and picked out a short, white dress made of silk. It had long, bell sleeves and a low cut back. She picked up some red kitten heels with a wrap around strap around the ankles and sat down at her vanity. 

“Necklace or no necklace, y/n?” She asked, picking up her favourite lip liner.

“No necklace. For sure. Cute earrings, though. And put your hair in a ponytail. I’ll curl it for you, too.” I said, smiling through my yawn, taking a sip of the drink. 

“Thanks, best friend.” She replied, blowing me a kiss. 

My own outfit consisted of a short black dress that flared out towards the bottom. It has a high neck and it was also backless. I put on my black kitten heels as well, copying Cho. I even put on a silver anklet. Perhaps I was vain. I just wanted to feel good after this morning. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror near my bed. I hadn’t noticed that my eyes were puffy. I don’t even remember crying. I suppose that going out wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. I took another sip, and realized that it was already half empty.

I grabbed my curling iron and got to work on my long, brown hair. I wanted to look good. Hot. I just wanted to make him jealous. Make him wish he had kissed me this morning. I know the Golden Trio would be hanging around the courtyard tonight. They always hang around there on hot nights like these, so I’d make sure to walk past so that he could see what he could’ve had. 

“I’m ready for your hair, Cho.” I said, walking towards her vanity. 

“Make me look as hot as you, y/n.” She smirked. 

“Awn stop. You flatter me.” I blush, grabbing a strand of her ponytail to curl. 

Cho looked gorgeous. Zabini was a lucky guy. I hope he treats her like a queen, or I’ll make sure that he just so happens to be unlucky for the rest of the school year with a simple hex. Maybe curse him to lose balance off of his broom, too. Not enough to hurt him, maybe just bruise his ego. 

“Don’t you girls look lovely!” Luna squealed, running up into the room. “I’ll be wearing my pink glittery dress, I hope it hasn’t gone missing. Some people like to hide my clothes you know. They think its funny.” She smiled. 

“I saw it in your closet, Luna.” Cho smiled. “I was looking to find your enchanted lucky candy.” 

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry Cho, I’ve run out of those. But I promise tonight will be a great night for you. I’ve seen it, you know. I checked both of your drinks this morning. Cho, your green tea told me about some romantic gesture from a boy. You haven’t told me of any boy!” She giggled, slipping her dress on. 

“Oh, well, yes. I’ve been seeing Blaise.” Cho shyly smiled. “It’s been great. He’s great. Oh, and a fantastic kisser, you know.” She giggled. 

“How wonderful! Our boyfriends will be friends then. I’m going to start seeing Theo soon, you know. I’ve seen it.” Luna replied, grabbing her lipgloss from her bag. 

“What did my drink say, Luna?” I asked, tentatively. 

“I’m sorry, y/n. It was clouded with some kind of… darkness. Not sure what it means. I guess you’ll have to tell me in the morning.” She replied, putting her sparkling blue heels on. 

Darkness? That’s really… great. That’s just what I need, betrayal & all. 

A few hours passed and all we did was share stories and laugh together. Luna told us all about the research she’s done for her magical creatures paper. Hagrid was giving her a hard time, since he didn’t believe in Nargles. Just something that children made up, he had told her. She told us that she had finally found an obscure footnote in some ancient textbook proving their existence. But, Luna also let us know that the book had been stolen by Nargles. She had hung mistletoe all over our dorm in hopes to trap the one that took it from her. 

“Perhaps I should threaten them with some potion from Slug & Jitters, too.” She said, looking up to the constellations on the ceiling. “They’d leave my research alone!”

I started to lose focus on the conversation, my mind drifting back to Luna’s reading. I figured that the bad omen was probably going to manifest as the sight of Harry snogging Ginny tonight. Nothing felt worse than that. Well, I hope there isn’t anything worse than that. 

Perhaps seeing Malfoy all smug in the hall of portraits was worse. Seeing his blonde hair all dishevelled, a smirk glued to his lips made me uneasy.

What did he mean by plans?

“Alright now, time to go” Cho smiled. “Perhaps y/n will find herself a Slytherin boy to get her mind off of the golden boy”. 

“I’d rather serve a sentence in Azkaban, Cho.” I laughed, feeling sick at the thought of what could’ve been. “Let’s go get this over with.” I smiled, wishing I could take this dress off and lay down in bed. 

Although I couldn’t hear the party from the hallway we were standing in, I could most definitely feel it. Slytherins were always clever with their gatherings. They’d make sure to prepare their common room with a silence charm, ensuring that professors would stay away. Although mainly, they wanted to keep away those who weren’t invited. They don’t want any Gryffindors showing up. I could feel the energy through the walls, and I guess it felt… fun. I needed a bit of fun.

 Luna, Cho & I all made our way down to the cold stone door shaped like a serpent, the sound of our heels clicking and echoing through the empty hall. 

“I’ve got to admit, I’m a tad nervous. What if people make fun of me. You know, some of them know that I liked Harry. I’m sure word has spread that he’s found himself a girl.” I said, looking at the ground. 

“Y/n, you’re ok. I know it’s awful, but you’re out, you’re smart & you’re better than he is. In every way.” Cho smiled, grabbing my hand. “Oh, and everyone will be too drunk to even notice us there.” She laughed, squeezing it tightly. 

“Gosh, it’s so very loud here!” Luna said, covering both of her ears.

“Luna it’s charmed to be quiet, how are you able to hear it?” I replied, confused at her remark. 

“Perhaps you aren’t as perceptive today, you know, clouded by darkness and all, y/n.” She said, lowering her hands, straightening out her dress. 

Perhaps she was right, although Luna always did seem to have her head in the clouds. 

Harry wasn’t in the courtyard. None of them were. My heels echoed there, too.

I would’ve seen him when we walked over. 

Perhaps they’re doing more than snogging now. I’ve got to find a guy to kiss, too. 

The dark, grey stone walls were illuminated by the floating orbs of light over the students in the common room. They shone down a cold, green light which showed all of the Slytherins celebrating their big win of the day. A cloud of smoke floated around the students, which only got denser as more cigarettes got lit. The crowd was bigger than I expected, and I didn’t know whether it was a good thing. I could smell the perfumes & colognes of the students, which reminded me that so many of them came from money. They would curse me if I dropped a drink on one of their outfits. Gods I wouldn’t be able to have more than 2 drinks then. 

The nerves that had been brewing for the past few hours almost started to drain from my  body, which was no doubt the result of a “loosen up” spell. I had heard that Slytherins liked to cast them, wanting everyone at their parties to be chill. I wouldn’t call it fair play, but I supposed there wasn’t many fair Slytherins out there. 

“Ladies, welcome!” A deep voice said, breaking through my thoughts.

“Blaise.” Cho smiled, jumping into his arms. 

“Happy to see me? I figured you’d be bummed to see me win again, love.” He smirked, embracing her. 

She seems happy. Perhaps he was a good person. Or just decent enough to seem better than the others.

“Anyways, welcome to Slytherin central, girls. Liquor is too my right, behind the couch… where Mattheo seems to be snogging 2 girls already. Huh. Cho, beautiful, gorgeous, blimey, you look good.” He trailed off. “Cho, you can go up to my dorm, I’ve got a surprise for you. As for you lot, go mingle.” He smiled, taking Cho’s hand and placing a delicate kiss on it. 

“See you in a bit, Blaise.” Cho smirked, headed towards the drink table. 

“Cho? What do we do?” I asked while my brain failed to send nervous signalling to the rest of my body. 

“Just have fun, stay away from Mattheo, and Tom.” She smiled, turning away.

“Well I suppose it’s just us then, y/n. Although, I’ll be off soon. Theo is waiting for me.” Luna said, her voice airy and hopeful. 

It’s nice to see her so happy. Everyone is so awful to Luna, I hope she’s right about this guy.

“I supposed I’ll make my way to the drinks as well.” I muttered to myself. 

The crowd wasn’t easy to navigate, which wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t feel everyone’s eyes on me. Although, perhaps they simply didn’t know who I was. I wasn’t t the most outspoken student. I knew that Slytherins weren’t so keen on outsiders, but maybe I could find a cute boy and hang around him for a bit. Perhaps rumours would spread and they would make Harry jealous. 

I wish Ginny would leave. I wish he was mine. I hate her. 

My thoughts felt heavy, and I was guilt ridden. Ginny hadn’t done anything to me, not really. It wasn’t her fault. As far as I know, he was doing the exact same thing to her. Although, I doubt he would hurt his best mate’s baby sister. But still, the thought of her face filled me with anger.

“What are you drinking?” I absentmindedly asked whoever was standing next to me at the makeshift bar.

“Talking to me, doll?” Said a voice I had the displeasure of recognizing. 

“Malfoy.” I said, rolling my eyes. “I didn’t know it was you. Disregard my question.” 

“Oh, no. I’m so glad you asked. I’m having scotch, single malt of course. Nothing you would find at this table. I’ve got a personal stash in my room. Well, I’m sure Mattheo has taken the liberty of taking a few bottles for tonight.” He smirked, looking into my eyes. 

He was wearing black dress pants and a dark cardigan. His hair looked more pale than usual in this light, and his eyes looked sharp and hungry. I quickly grabbed the first bottle of something on the table and poured its contents out into a red cup. Without looking up, I downed half the dark liquid, hoping that Malfoy would get the message. 

“Nervous? Perhaps the spell isn’t strong enough to help you. Pathetic.” He laughed, taking a sip of his own drink, which was in a black coffee mug. 

Of course it was. 

“Not nervous, just wanting to get away from you. Perhaps I will go see Mattheo, see about that scotch.” I smiled, walking away from him. 

I caught his smirk falter out of the corner of my eye. That bothered him. It really bothered him. He didn’t want me to go see him, which only motivated my efforts more. I downed the rest of my drink and made my way to the couch. 

“I heard you had some expensive drinks, Riddle.” I smiled, trying my best to flirt. 

“Oh, have you now sweetheart? Anything for a creature like you.” He cooed, pushing a Slytherin girl off of his lap. “I wondered when you’d make your way to me, you’re far more… interesting than the girls here. Very pretty. I noticed you right as you walked in.” He smirked, waving at me to come sit down.

“Soooo sweet.” I said, feeling a first wave of intoxication, tripping over my first word. I suppose that drink from earlier had finally made its way into my bloodstream.

“How’s about you poor meee a drink and we get to know each otherrr.” I smiled, sitting down next to him, not daring to be too close. 

The Slytherin girl he had been toying with seemed livid, saying something I didn’t hear, and hurriedly made her way to Malfoy. He instantly pushed her off, keeping his eyes locked on me. 

Mattheo quickly closed the distance between us, placing his hand on my thigh. I twitched, I wasn’t used to guys being this forward. 

“Give me your glass, love.” He ordered, pushing his hand higher.

“Um. Yes, okaayy.” I said, pushing back into the couch. 

“Good, and relax. I’ll be gentle with you.” He cooed, pouring his drink in to my cup. “I’ve got as much as you might want, pretty.”

I quickly drank half, preparing myself for whatever was going to happen, unable to process my nerves, yet unsure of what I really wanted. I want to make Harry jealous. It’s all I could think of.

Would Harry really care about me snogging Mattheo?

“Mattheo, back off.” Malfoy ordered, his shadow consuming me. 

I hadn’t even noticed him in front of me, he must have moved quite quickly.

“Loosen up, Draco. I’m just looking to have some fun with miss…” He trailed off, looking for my name.

“Y/n.” I replied, instinctively. 

“Mmhm, so delicious. Y/n…” Mattheo replied, placing his hand dangerously close to my underwear. 

A chill ran down my spine and butterflies erupted in my stomach, quickly aquainting themselves with the liquor down there.

“She’s with me, and you know I don’t share.” Malfoy smirked, grabbing my hand.

“Oh we can have some fun, Draco. Like when we…” Mattheo trailed off. “Well, come back later.” He smirked, pouring himself a new drink. 

I wasn’t quite sure what to do, but I most definitely didn’t want Mattheo to feel me up in front of everyone at this party, so I let Malfoy lead me to a hallway away from the crowd. I felt the drinks make my mind fuzzy, and I suppose I’d be inclined to make a bad decision or two. Perhaps Mattheo would treat me better than Harry did. He’d already shown more interest than Harry ever did. 

What did Draco say? Draco… mmhm… 

My heels were starting to feel uncomfortable. I wish I was the kind of girl who walked around in these all day. Some girls in Slytherin would walk around in these red bottom shoes, although I didn’t know what they were called. I had seen Pansy step on a Gryffindor’s robe and laugh while wearing a pair, once. It’s not like I admired her, well, perhaps I admired her confidence. Or rather, her audacity. 

Draco led me to a staircase and let go of my hand. I could barely hear the music now, and the lights were darker. The hallway felt colder than before, and my buzz was only getting stronger. 

“Go up the stairs love, I’ll be behind you if you fall. You seem intoxicated.” He said, a serious glint in his eyes. 

“Mm good, Malfoy.” I slurred, “You’re just as intoxicated.”

“I handle my liquor better, love.” He replied, taking a sip of his drink.

I made my way up the stairs, feeling his eyes watching my every move. Why was he being so obsessive? I’m just trying to have a good time. Perhaps enact some revenge. 

Didn’t he say he had a plan earlier? Did he tell Mattheo that I was his? 

The stairs led to a new hallway lined with tall doors. They were all arched and had serpents slithering in stone overhead. It feels dark, here. 

Darkness. 

Malfoy slowly circled me, and backed me up against a door. Fuck. 

“ I like you y/n, you’re ambitious. You know, for a clumsy Ravenclaw. You’d make a great Slytherin, if you weren’t filthy blooded.” A smirk snaked its way onto his lips. “It’s almost cute how pathetic you look right now. Intoxicated, looking for attention from a big, bad Slytherin.”

“Shut up, Malfoy” I bit, taking another swig of my drink, finishing it off. “I’m farrrr too clever to be in that embarrassment of a house.” 

His tall frame shadowed over me and the music continued to fade in the background. I could feel the bass through my feet that had fallen numb now. He was still holding his black mug, and I could see that his drink was running low. I never noticed that he smelled of cigarettes & vetiver. Perhaps I had never been so close to him. It felt more intoxicating that the liquor right now. His ring caught my eye, his initials felt intimidating. D.M. looming over his slender hand. 

“Right. And that’s why you’re lurking around a Slytherin party. So, so clever. I thought you were Potter’s girl.” He spat before laughing. “Well, that Weasley girl seems to have him around her finger. I guess all of those study sessions weren’t enough, huh.” He smirked. “Maybe you’ll finally realize that you’re far better than any of them.”  

“How did you… who told you about those, Malfoy?” I frowned. 

“Potter knows how to play games, princess. He knew to give you that ridiculous red jumper when I was in the library.” He snarled. “It’s honestly the only trait of his I respect. He wanted me to know that you wanted him, not me.” His eyes lowered to my lips. 

“What are you talking about Malfoy? I thinkkk you’ve had too much to drinkkkk mmhm.” I said, backing into the door. “Allll you’ve done for the past 5 years is torment me.” 

“Gods you’re dramatic. Maybe I’ve teased you, but only because you’re so delicious when you’re flustered. The thought of you almost had me completely undone.” He smirked. “You know, love, he’s probably been seeing the Weasley girl for months. I see them sneak kisses before every game we’ve played this year.” He added, watching my face twist into a frown. 

“Are you finished, you git? I think I got it. You just loveee the idea that Harry has been toying with me, mmhm. You’re just reelinggg with the fact that I’ve been hurt, huh? Probably because you can’t seem to get better marks than me in anyyyy class. Poor, poor Malfoy, always second besttt.” I spat, turning my back to him and opening the door that he had caged me in. “You’re soooo pathetic.” I slurred. 

The room had multiple candles lit, but a darkness loomed over my head. 

Darkness.

I noticed a large canopy bed in the centre of the room with a dark brown leather couch in front of it. Silk & satin draped over the sides of the large bed, all different shades of green reminiscent of the darkness that falls upon a forest at dusk. The room smelled of mahogany and musky vanilla, which made my stomach growl. After a few moments, I could see another door in the corner of the room with a large dresser right next to it. It looked ancient. The deep grey stone walls glistened in the light of the fireplace that seemed to be spelled to stay lit at all times. I recognized it as my dorm had been spelled in the same way. Malfoy’s shadow slowly swallowed me whole, and I heard the door close. 

“Do you like it, princess? My own room in this castle. My father ensured I wouldn’t have to share with anyone, although this has turned into quite the hangout spot.” He said, and I could hear the smirk on his lips. “You know, you could stay here. One of your roommates has been spending quite a lot of time in Zabini’s room, I’m certain you’ve been lonely. I’d take better care of you than that twat Potter ever could have.” 

I slowly turned around and he took a step towards me. He took the final sip of his drink and placed it down on his entrance table. He delicately placed it next to what looked like a tray of perfumes and hand creams.

 It all looked very neat. I took a few steps back and he slowly followed suit. After a few more moments of this calculated dance, I fell onto the couch, my buzz settling in my brain.

“Leave me alone, Malfoy. I’ve had too muchhhh to drink and I’m imagining this.” I said, placing my empty drink on his centre table next to his marble chess board. 

“What might you be imagining?” He laughed, looking down at me like a predator stalking his prey. 

“This, allll of this. You’re not flirting with me.” I slurred, feeling tipsier than before. 

Perhaps I was far enough from the common room that the charm was losing its grasp on me. I was starting to feel nervous. Very nervous. 

“I believe I am, love. Flirting, that is. I have a proposal for you.” He stated, sitting down next to me, taking off his expensive looking cardigan. “I see the way you’ve looked at me. I know what you want. Perhaps you thought I’d never feel the same way. That’s why you fixated on Potter huh, he was the safe option.”

“What are you saying, Malfoy, I’ve never even considered you as anything more than an enemy. I’d sooner shove my tongue down Riddle’s throat.” I said, retreating further into the couch, avoiding his eyes. “Either.” 

My demeanour was betraying me. Maybe I had found him attractive. His cold eyes often loomed in my mind when I let myself drift away in class. I remember when I saw him giggling with Pansy at the Slytherin table all of those times, I guess perhaps I had felt jealous. 

“So nervous, y/n. You always try and put up a strong face in public, but I know who you are. I know what you want.” He cooed, looking at my lips. 

“Cut to the chase, Malfoy. What’s your proposal. Tell me so that I can get out of here.” I replied, trying to look him in his eyes. 

“Date me.” He let his words float to my ears, savouring my shocked expression. “I’ll provide anything beyond your wildest wishes. Gods, you’re such a clever and beautiful girl. I want you on my arm. No other girl even comes close. You can move into my dorm, away from everything. Your only friend already lives here, anyways. Blaise has got her wrapped around his finger, and he’s wrapped around hers.” He said, calmly calculated.. 

“Excuse me? You want me to date you? And she’s not my only friend. I have Luna, too.” I said, butterflies forming in my stomach. “What about Pansy?” 

“Pansy? No. Don’t be silly. I want you. Every inch of you. Wouldn’t you love to see Potter’s reaction to you wearing my jersey during next week’s game? He wouldn’t care as much if you were with Riddle.” He smiled, getting off the couch to take a knee. He gently grabbed my feet one at a time and removed my heels. “Please don’t act like you don’t want this, y/n. You’re already mine. I can feel the way you melt to my touch.” 

“But you’re not a nice person, Malfoy.” I said, my voice softer. I felt my buzz get stronger as his scent invaded my nose. Gods I suppose he was violently intoxicating.

“Mmhm, I’d be so delicate with you, doll. Just let me finally call you mine.” He smirked, coming back onto the couch. 

“Why me, Malfoy?” I asked, overwhelmed with how I feel. 

“Don’t ask ridiculous questions, princess. You’re wildly intelligent, beautiful & you know that you’re better than everyone. Your ambition and drive makes you the perfect partner.” He looked into my eyes, placing his thumb on my cheek. 

“You’re quite forward, huh.” I replied with a small smile. 

I know that what I want is wrong. Well, I think it’s wrong. He’s not a good person. But, I feel like my skin is on fire. Before my ability to process a rational thought kicked in, I grabbed him by his jaw and pulled him into a kiss. He reciprocated it with such force that I let out a small moan. His lips curled into a smirk against mine and he started to make his way down my neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys along the way. 

“Malfoy, I won’t be able to see the light of day with how you’re treating my neck.” I yelped. 

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about anything, love. Everyone needs to know who you belong to now.” He laughed, before biting down on the nape of my neck. 

The moan that escaped my lips felt ungodly. This was Draco Malfoy, the boy who everyone hated. Who I hated. 

“So glad you came to your senses.” He said, in between kisses, “I don’t know how I was able to live without feeling your skin under my skin.”

He pulled back and I let out a whine. He smirked, pleased at my need for him. He grinned and swiftly lowered the dress I was wearing off of my shoulders. 

“Feel free to follow my lead, love.” He softly ordered. 

I felt the need to comply, like I was under his spell. His eyes felt drunk with lust and all I wanted to do was please him. I turned around and let him unzip my short black dress, and it fell down to my waist. I stood up and let it fall to my feet, before stepping out and walking in front of where he was sitting. 

Fuck. He was the darkness.

“Such a naughty girl, wearing a black lace set. It’s like you knew that I would be seeing it.” He smiled. “I hope you didn’t have any plans on showing that to anyone else.”

“I don’t own any ugly knickers, Malfoy, I have good taste.” I argued.

“Such a good girl, I don’t even have to teach you how to show up for me, huh.” He cooed. 

He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, trailing his finger down my thigh. His ring felt cold to the touch and he quickly spun me around me folded me over his knees. I felt him turn his ring around and spank me on my ass.

“Fuck!? Malfoy that fucking hurts!” I yelled, trying not to moan. “What are you doing?”

“Just marking what’s mine with my initials, princess. I’d want you to get it permanently with a tattoo charm, but this will do for now.” He said, cruelly, placing a kiss over the mark. 

“I haven’t even agreed to date you, all I’ve done and kissed you and let you see me in my knickers, Malfoy.” I said, getting on my knees. 

“Stop it with the games, y/n. You’re mine. You’re my girlfriend. You want this. I know it. You desire me so… violently.” He said, wrapping his fingers around my throat. “Just admit it, love. I don’t want to waste any more time.” 

“What will I get as your girlfriend?” I asked, playing with him. 

“Anything you want, anytime you want. I promise to treat you like the princess you are.” He smiled, placing his thumb on my bottom lip. 

“Mmhm, enticing offer.” I smirked. 

I kissed his thumb and he pushed it harder onto my lips. I slowly opened my mouth and invited him inside, sucking it down while keeping my eyes locked on his. I’ve never seen someone so hungry. He looked like he could devour me and worship me at the same time. His thumb pressed against my tongue and I moaned against him. His smile grew wider like he had finally won.

“Gods, you’re perfect. I had a feeling you were a slut. A perfect little slut for me, huh? I guess I’ll have to treat you like one, too.” He smirked. “Stand up, love. I need you on my bed. There are things that I’ve waited far too long to do to you.”

He took his thumb from my mouth and grabbed my face, pulling it towards him. He slowly kissed me, humming and moaning for a moment. I reached for the buckle on his expensive leather belt and started working at t, trying to get it undone as quickly as possible. 

“Don’t throw the belt too far, love, I might want to use it on you.’ He said between kisses. “Or perhaps I’ll bind you with my tie? Since you so easily bowed down to a Slytherin, mmhm.” He cooed.

I threw the belt onto the bed, not even considering that it might be worth more than I am, and unbuttoned his black trousers. His underwear underneath looked expensive as well. Everything about him looked expensive, I suppose. He grabbed my hand and lifted me to my feet. He didn’t have to tell me anything. It’s like my body was completely under his control. It feels strange. I never let anyone tell me what to do, but right now, I feel so good giving up control. I felt like he would take good care of me. Perhaps I was drunk, or perhaps it was the spelled common room. Regardless, I wanted this. I wanted him. Desperately. 

“Such a good girl.” He smiled. “Following my orders sooo well.” 

I sat back onto the bed and let myself look at him. My eyes trailed over his upper body. Gods, he looked good. The candles in the room perfectly illuminated his chest that looked like it was sculpted by some saint. His beauty was almost cruel. He kneeled in front of me, and kissed the inside of my thigh. 

“I promise to make you so happy, y/n, to worship you. I promise to make you forget about that idiot boy that broke your heart.” He smiled softly against my skin. 

“This doesn’t feel real, Draco.” I said, trying to understand the events until now. 

“Mmhm, my name sounds so beautiful on your lips.” He said, kissing a little bit higher up my thigh. 

“Fuck, Draco.” I moaned out as a result of his hand being placed on my lower stomach. “You’re just saying all of this to get me to take my clothes off… which I suppose I’ve already done.” I said rolling my eyes, trying to free myself from his hold.

“Tsk, love. I’ve already purchased 4 suitcases worth of luxury clothes and jewelry for you. They’re in the lavatory. Oh, and so many products. Perfumes, makeup…” He laughed, placing his right hand on my waist. “Of course I’ve got more on the way, don’t worry. I’m having a closet installed for you, too. I can’t have you looking like anything less than what you’re worth.” 

“What? Dray-” I started.

“Shush, y/n.” I’m not just trying to see you naked. I want you. Now, let me show you how hungry I am for that perfect little cunt of yours.” He said before sliding my knickers down my thighs. 

He carefully slid them all the way down, making sure not to break them. Everything he did seemed perfectly calculated. Even now in his lust. He began with licking the inside of my leg, slowly biting and kissing his way up to my core. All I could see was stars. He placed both of his hands inside of my upper thigh, and forced me to stay open. My legs were already shaking with anticipation, perhaps nerves as well. I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t thought about this happening. A few times. Maybe more than a few times. 

“Mmhm, y/n. You taste like vanilla.” He moaned, his tongue finding its way to my core.

The moan that escaped my lips only made him hungrier. He found his way to my clit, and circled it with his tongue, testing my sensitivity.

I couldn’t even remember what I had been so upset about, there couldn’t be a better feeling than this. Draco Malfoy’s tongue was doing ungodly things to me, and it seemed like he had been waiting,  starving for a long time. 

“Fuck, Dray-” I started, unable to finish my sentence. 

“Shush, princess.” He said licking me all the way to my clit. “Let me show you how bad I want you.”

“Mmhm… I… I’m… um.” I started. “…Never done this, Dray-.” I moaned out. 

“You’re a virgin, love?” He said, smiling against my core. “A virgin with the sluttiest knickers I’ve ever seen? That’s quite hard to believe, now.” He laughed, kissing my inner leg.

“I just thought, maybe they’d give me confidence to go out and…” I started, trying to stabilize my legs against his palms. 

“And? Who were you planning on being with here?” He said, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

“I-… After our conversation earlier, I thought… perhaps we’d kiss… make, you-know-who, jealous.” I stammered, nervous to admit the truth. 

“Such a good girl, you know better than to say his name. I don’t ever want to hear his name coming from your lips. You’re mine, now.” He said, biting my inner thigh, making me scream out. “Be as loud as you want, doll, my room is spelled to block all noise from the outside.” I felt his teeth against me.

Draco stood up and took a long look at me, laying on his bed, exposed and nervous. He walked over to his dresser and took a tie that was neatly folded, just like all of his other clothes. 

“Don’t worry, doll. I won’t do anything too… extreme tonight. We’ll have time for that very soon. I plan on taking things slow with you.” Draco said from across the room.

He slowly made his way back to me, and I sat up on the bed, letting my feet dangle over the ornate green carpet that covered the dark mahogany floors. I tried opening my mouth, but I wasn’t able to say anything. How would I date him if I couldn’t say anything? 

“Can’t find the words? Too nervous?” He laughed, placing a kiss on my forehead.

“I suppose.” I said, looking up into his eyes. 

“There’s no need to be nervous. You’re with me. I promise to make your life so much better. I take good care of what’s mine, love.” He smiled tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “Gods, your neck really does look messed up.” He laughed. “Everyone will know what we’ve been up to. So good, doll. Now, place your hands above your head.”

“Oh yea?” I tried, feeling riskier. “What happens if I don’t?”

“Mmhm… now you want to be difficult? I don’t want you to resist love, I like you… obedient.” He whispered into my ear. “Strong headed with everyone else, but a good, submissive girl with me.” He cooed, watching my arms rise above my head. 

“Just like that, such a good listener.” He smiled, placing a kiss on my lips. 

He made quick work of binding my wrists up with his green and silver tie. He very carefully tied the knot, and I couldn’t even try and struggle against it.

“Don’t bother, princess. It’s spelled. It’ll only get tighter if you struggle. I prepared it this morning, knowing that I’d see you in this position before the day was over.” He smirked, satisfied with the nervous look in my eyes. 

“How did you know?” I asked, lowering my arms in front of me.

“Mmhm, I always get what I want.” He whispered, grabbing my wrists, lifting them back up and pining me down to the bed. “Did I say you could lower these? You’ll need to be punished, doll.” He smirked. 

“Punished? Dray-” I started.

“You’ll enjoy it.” He whispered. “I promise you’ll always enjoy what I plan on doing to you. Gods, I’ll take such good care of you, y/n. I just want to have some fun with my girl.” He smiled, kissing my cheek. 

I softened my body, trusting him.

He started by kissing my lips, making his way down to my bruised neck.

“Gods, I really did go a little wild, y/n. Perhaps I am a little sorry… mmhn… not really.” He delicately smiled, softly kissing the bite marks. 

His lips found my stomach and his long fingers made their way down to my heat. He slowly started circling my clit, and my body tensed at the warm feeling. I couldn’t help my wrists wriggling, feeling his tie tighten up around them.

“Fuck, Draco.” I moaned.

“Should I continue?” He teased.

“Please, do.” I smiled.

Gods I need him. I’ve always needed him.

“What time is it, Draco?” I asked, cuddled in his cardigan and my black lace knickers.

“About 2 in the morning, love.” He replied kissing my forehead.

“I should get back to my friends. They’re probably wondering were I’ve gone.” I replied, feeling sober. 

“Perhaps we should go back to the party. Just put on some trousers, doll. That’s only for my eyes.” He smirked, looking down at my kickers. 

I stood up and looked back down at him. Gods, he was beautiful. And I suppose he was mine. 

“Yes.” I said, putting his trousers on myself. 

“Yes? Yes what, doll.” Draco asked, sitting up on the bed, muttering Accio dark green cardigan & black trousers.

“I want to be your girlfriend.” I smiled. 

He jumped out of bed and picked me up off the ground. 

“Gods, you looks delicious in my clothes, love. But I’ve got many suitcases that I had curated for you.” He smiled, kissing my cheek. 

“Yes, well. I’ll take a look. Let me just go wish my friends a goodnight. I’ll stay here for the night. Anyways, we don’t have class tomorrow. We’ll talk about us, and you can show me all of the clothes you picked out” I softly smiled, placing a kiss on his lips. 

The boy from this morning felt like a ghost of the past. Draco was all I could think of now. 

Cho was cuddled up with Blaise on the brown leather couch where Mattheo had sat earlier. They were whispering in each other’s ears and His hand was placed on Cho’s thigh. She had a blinding new necklace on, no doubt the gift Blaise had picked out for her. I could see Luna and Theo in the corner of the room through the thick smoke, and she looked like she was giggling. The room was quieter than it had been before, and I wondered how long I had been gone. Draco’s hand was placed on my waist possessively, and my bruised neck was on full display. Although, I didn’t really care. I knew this would get back to… I don’t even think I cared anymore. Brilliant. 

“Ready to share, Draco?” I heard Mattheo’s voice break my thoughts. “I’d like my turn now.”

Draco placed a kiss on my neck and took another bite.

“She’s mine, Riddle. Officially.” Draco smirked against me, tightening his grip against my waist, making me flinch into his lips. 

“Malfoy, finally tied down? I never thought I’d see the day.” Mattheo smirked. “I’m happy for you. Perhaps this will make you more bearable, loosen up. Make you less angsty & brooding.” He laughed, taking a swig of his drink. “Gods, I can see the carnage from here.” He said, pointing his lit cigarette at my neck.

“Y/n?” I heard Cho yell from the couch. “Are you… Malfoy?” She asked, puzzled. 

“Sweetheart, Draco will take good care of her.” Blaise said kissing her cheek. 

“Hush, Blaise. You’ve been with Malfoy?” She smirked. 

“Um, yea. He, uh…” I started, fumbling all of my words. 

“We’re dating.” Draco answered for me, grabbing my chin and pulling my face towards him, kissing my lips. 

“Mmhn, interesting. Y/n, I suppose things changed.” Cho smiled, kissing Blaise. “I’m happy that you’ll be hanging with me here.” 

“I’ll be moving your things out tomorrow, princess.” Draco whispered into my ear.

“I can’t leave Luna alone, Draco.” I replied, nervously playing with my thumb ring. “This is all too new. I need time.” 

“I promise she’ll be alright, I’m certain Theo will escape to your old dorm soon. He has a… soft soul for a Slytherin. Perhaps he’ll like living with Ravenclaws.” Draco laughed, taking my hand and placing a kiss on it. “I promise to take good care of you, you’ll never want to leave my side, so you might as well move now.”

He was very forward in public. I suppose I had never been like this with someone. It felt nice to feel so protected. His hands freely roamed all over me, almost as if we’ve been together forever. I could tell that he had waited for this. 

“Mmhm, I think we’re going to head back to bed, I have more things to show you.” He smirked against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“Okay, Draco.” I smiled.

Chapter Twenty- My Dragon An academic rivals to lovers story or: {See, now, this is familiar territory. Now, if only he'd fight back.} 3k words ✧ go to landing page

DRACO

“You.”

It’s the first time I’ve heard the Snitch’s voice directed at me in days. Even over the music vibrating through my seat at the bar and rattling the ice in my drink, the anger in it is clear. She sounds fucking pissed.

The fire whiskey burns my throat as I take another sip, choosing to ignore her presence behind me. 

“Come with me,” she hisses over my shoulder. “Now.”

She doesn’t wait for an acknowledgement. 

She doesn’t need to. 

All it takes is the subtle shift in the air as she turns away, like all the warmth is leaving my body and pulling me backward, before I’m moving. 

I want to write some Draco x Reader one shots to post on here so plsplspls drop some requests!

Was she in Hogwarts?

As she continued to lay wondering, the stone door on the left side of the room slowly opened and a tall, figure swept into the room.

“……….Malfoy?” Harriet blinked in disbelief.

He stood in front of her young, handsome, heartbroken, and dangerous.

Draco met her hypnotizing stare with his own frigid scowl as he scanned over her, crossed his arms, and replied with his own cruel smirk, “I told you, Potter……you’re mine now.”

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New one shot for Draco’s birthday!

As Lord Voldemort rises to power, Death Eater legacies Draco Malfoy and Elise Selwyn are forced to join their ranks. Desperate to return his family to the Dark Lord’s good graces, Draco Malfoy is forced to fight alongside Elise in a war they never wanted any part in.

Warnings: Language. Violence. Mature Themes. Smut.

Part VIII

Part IX: Sleepless Nights

Draco Malfoy was growing impatient.

“Explain it to me again?” he stared down at the book.

Chapter Nineteen - Sweet Revenge An academic rivals to lovers story or: {Revenge is about to taste so fucking sweet} 4k words ✧ go to landing page CW: angst, sexual themes.

The Great Hall is sparkling.

Literally.

You didn’t even know there was a spell for glitter that didn’t transfer to skin or robes, but it’s woven into the very fabric of the pink tablecloths, and drifting through the air.

The hall’s full of students chattering excitedly. Dresses swish against the stone floor, glasses clink together, and laughter fills the space. Above the floating candles, the ceiling has been enchanted to show the night sky.

The constellations are wrong for this time of year, but you'll let it slide. 

“It’s gorgeous,” you murmur, staring in amazement at the large fountain in the corner.

“Yes,” Cassian agrees from his place beside you. “It is.”

But when you glance over at him, he isn’t looking at the ball unfolding around him.

He’s looking at you.

When you walked down the stairs in the dress you wore to Malfoy Manor, Cassian had been waiting at the bottom, gazing up at you like you were a goddess in green.

It made you feel a little better about reusing the dress Daphne let you borrow. After setting aside your tiny savings for the ticket to the afterparty tonight, you didn’t have the money to buy a different one. And certainly not something as nice as this.

Cassian is in a navy suit, with gemstone cufflinks that wink in the light. It complements his red hair, and his freckles seem to sparkle under the stars as he lifts a hand towards a group of Slytherins in the corner.

Yes, he looks good.

But your eyes can’t help but wander the room, searching for a pair of silver ones.

Apparently, Malfoy’s back at school now.

You know this only because you overheard two Slytherins talking last night in the hall. You tried to tune them out when you heard Draco’s name, but then they whispered the word ceremony, and your stomach dropped.

What else could they possibly be talking about other than a wedding ceremony?

The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth, and despite your anger, you ended up crying into your pillow before falling into a fitful sleep.

What a fantastic beginning to your birthday.

The ball is a nice distraction, though. So is thinking about the afterparty later.

Last night, you and Cassian took the secret passage to Hogsmeade and had a drink at The Three Broomsticks. There, you told him about your proposition.

For some reason, when you explained your plan to Flint over two steaming mugs of butterbeer, it didn’t feel nearly as embarrassing this time.

And instead of his eyes lighting up in that crude, boyish way whenever a girl’s virginity was mentioned, Cassian just sat back in the booth and took a slow sip of his drink. 

“So, it’s about creating a sexual experience to further your confidence in yourself,” he said, cocking his head. “Creating boundaries and an environment that makes you feel safe and comfortable.”

“Yes,” you breathed, relieved he understood. “Is that stupid?”

He just looked at you, and his lips tilted into a smile.

“I think it’s brave.”

So, within a matter of minutes, it was settled.

You would go to the ball together, then the afterparty, where you would get a room together.

You were pleased. Partially because you weren’t going to let Malfoy foil your promise to yourself, but also, because you trusted Cassian. If he seemed confused about where you and Draco were at, he didn’t show it, and he didn’t pry with any more questions either.

For which you were grateful. Because it's not as if you even really know the answers to those questions, anyway...

Cassian’s voice yanks you back to the present.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You ask, voice carrying over the string quartet. 

His hand is extended towards you, and he tips his head towards his waiting palm. “Dance?”

You summon a teasing smile and place your fingers in his. “With the best Keeper in history? How could I say no?”

He grins, pulling you into the crowd. “Now, that’s what I like to hear.”

───── ✧ ─────

Dancing with Cassian is fun.

He’s a gentleman about you stepping on his feet twice, and when he dips you, smiling with that red hair falling over his brow, you can't help but smile back and bite your lip, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. Then he lifts you easily, and you’re back to swinging around the room.

You’re not even thinking about Draco at all when you see him.

And that feels like some sort of punishment from the wizards of old.

Because just as Cassian whisks you towards the fountain for a sip of something cold—the two of you laughing and slightly dizzy— your eyes lock with his.

He's standing beside the fountain, flanked by Astoria, Russ, Alaric, and a few other Slytherins, decked in an all-black suit, right down to the tie. It makes the platinum of his hair stand out, pale and striking in the dim light. 

“There’s our Keeper!” Russ calls, raising his glass toward both of you. “And with the Snitch! Who would’ve thought.”

Your eye is drawn to the glint of a blade dancing across Alaric’s fingers. It’s a tic he has in class, too, twirling that knife like he’s always ready for a fight. As if a knife could do much damange in a wand duel. 

Draco's knuckles whiten around his drink as you approach, and you try not to watch as he leans down to whisper something in Astoria’s ear.

You don’t even have time to wonder what he’s saying before your gaze lands on her dress and your heart stops.

You only realize your feet have stopped too, when Cassian nearly bumps into you. But he steadies himself easily with a hand around your waist.

“Pretty dull party, yeah?” Russ continues, oblivious to the suffocating tension. 

“I don’t know,” Cassian shrugs, “I’m having a good time.”

You feel him look down at you, but you don’t reply, because you can’t pry your eyes away from Astoria’s dress.

It’s the one from the shop in Hogsmeade.

The one that you fell in love with during the snow-day-date-non-date with Malfoy.

It’s just as beautiful as it was in the shop window. More so, even, with the way the enchanted night sky catches on the sparkling fabric. The deep velvet color looks almost black until she shifts—turning a gorgeous purple for a second before settling back into a shade that matches Malfoy’s suit.

Cassian drifts from your side, grabs a drink, and raises it toward Malfoy with a wicked smirk.

“Hello again,” Astoria greets you gently as the boys fall into conversation of their own. 

It almost aches how beautiful she is, with her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. Looking at her feels like being punched in the gut.

“It seems you have something of mine,” she says. 

“Funny,” you mutter, voice cold as ice. “I was about to say the same about you.”

Astoria extends a soft hand and brushes a speck of dust from your sleeve. “You’re wearing my dress.”

Again, you could say the same to her, but—

You level her gaze. “I wasn’t talking about the dress.”

Draco’s head snaps towards you, but you don’t give him the satisfaction of meeting his gaze.

He doesn’t deserve it.

“I’ve heard congratulations are in order,” you say, squaring your shoulders. 

Astoria chuckles softly. It’s a light, tinkling sound, like the bell flowers on a Nightbell Stalk. Her gaze drifts over you for a second before she answers.

“You could say that.”

Beside her, Draco’s jaw goes tight. He pretends to be engrossed in whatever riveting story Russ is telling the group, but you know better.

So, that pretty much confirms it, then. 

“I thought this was Daphne’s dress,” you mutter stupidly.

Astoria shakes her head. “You can borrow it, I don’t mind.”

Then she looks at Draco and takes a step back, slipping her arm through his. “Besides,” she says, smiling. “I’ve always thought it suited me best, anyways.”

And suddenly, you’re not talking about a stupid fucking dress.

Malfoy has some nerve. 

Who does he think he is? To show up with her like this? To purposely flaunt something he knew you wanted right in front of you like that?

After everything…

You only feel the embarrassment for a split second before anger replaces it, spearing hot through your chest.

Merlin, he makes you angry.

In fact, the whole situation makes you angry enough to do something positively reckless.

“Can I see that?” you ask Alaric, two seconds before snatching the knife from his hand.

His bored expression falters and he steps forward, freezing when you press the blade into the slit of the dress at your thigh.

A ripping sound slices through the string quartet’s music, and even Russ goes quiet as every Slytherin eye lands on you. You drag the knife through the silk with ease. It only takes a second for the lower half of the dress to fall to the floor in one smooth sheet.

Cassian makes a choking sound beside Draco, watching with rapt attention as you cut Astoria’s long, formal gown into a mini dress that only just covers the curve of your ass.

It’s a hell of a dress code violation. But lately, you can’t find it in yourself to care about such things.

“There,” you say, lifting your chin. “Now it suits me.”

Astoria doesn’t react outwardly. Her eyes just survey you in a slow, almost bored appraisal.

“Interesting,” she muses, but you’re not listening anymore.

You brush past her, heading straight towards Cassian, who’s staring wide-eyed at you from between Alaric and Draco.

You feel his exhale brush your cheek as you step in close, pressing your breasts against his chest. You lock eyes with Malfoy from beneath heavy lashes as you murmur in Cassian’s ear, “Time to go.”

Cassian doesn’t hesitate.

A few hoots, whistles, and atta boy’s are cast Flint’s way as he pulls you eagerly toward the double doors, barely dodging a professor who would certainly write you up for indecent exposure. 

You feel the weight of Malfoy’s gaze on you, like a physical, tangible touch as you leave. 

Making sure to sway your hips, you risk a glance back over your shoulder just as you slip out the door, expecting to catch him.

But his eyes aren’t on your ass.

They’re on yours.

───── ✧ ─────

All it takes is a little Floo powder in the library fireplace, and suddenly, you’re standing inside a warm inn in Hogsmeade.

Candles burn in shallow pools of wax across the counter, their glow catching on a pair of windows to your right. Night has long since fallen, and the moon is not out tonight, so the street beyond lies empty and dark.

A house-elf sits at the worn desk and looks up when you and Cassian step forward.

The Keep is all honeyed wood and warm rugs. But beneath the whimsical appearance, the air hums with a darker sort of magic. Blackened sconces sit on either side of a red door across the room, their flames flickering and spitting.

“Wands, please,” the elf says.

Frowning, you turn to your date. “You can’t bring your wand in?”

Cassian just smiles and hands his over, so you follow suit. It clicks hollowly against the wood grain.

“You’ve never been here, have you?”

You look around hesitantly. “But, it’s just an inn…right?”

A slow smirk spreads across Cassian’s face. He doesn’t say anything else.

The elf hands you a brass key. It’s heavy and cold in your hand.

“Door Thirteen.”

Cassian nods his thanks, then crosses over to the red door and holds it open for you.

Inside is not a room, like you expected, but rather a staircase leading down. Torches line the stone walls, and the air smells earthy but, surprisingly, dry.

You take one step inside and turn to look back at Cassian, but he just gives you a reassuring nod and pulls the door closed behind you both.

“Where is the room?” You ask. “Door Thirteen?”

“You’ll see,” he says. “The rooms here don’t work like normal ones. They aren’t made until your key enters the lock. The magic builds it.”

“Like the room of requirement?”

He winks at you. “Exactly like that.”

As you descend the staircase, a thudding starts to reverberate through the air.

At first, you think it’s just your own heartbeat in your ears. But as you travel farther down, you realize...it’s music.

It's the kind that thrums seductively, winding itself into your hips. It makes your steps heavier, more deliberate, lifting your chin and setting a new confidence into your spine, and by the time you reach the bottom of the staircase, something in you has shifted.

Despite Draco Malfoy’s tricks and lies, you still made it here. You have a trustworthy date willing to show you a good time tonight, and it’s your birthday, for Merlin’s sake.

At the end of the stairs, the room that opens up before you isn’t even a room at all, but rather, a vast, hollow cave. Overhead, stalactites hang from the ceiling in a jagged, glittering pattern, like a glowing chandelier.

The rough stone walls seem to glow and shift, as if there are living gemstones inside, and suspended at the center of it all is a circular structure made of dark stone and metal.

It looks like a giant, floating gazebo, hovering over a chasm of darkness. Its sides are completely open, offering nothing to break the dizzying view into the void below. Through the archways, you can see the shadows of people dancing inside.

Cassian takes one look at your face and leans in, voice raised over the bass.

“They used to mine Runes here, back before it was easier to harvest than to enchant them.”

You nod, eyes wide, utterly entranced by the drop yawning around the dance floor.

From where you’re standing, you can just barely see the thin threads of safety enchantments that trace the permiter. Even so, the platform stretches over the drop with no real barrier beyond that flicker of magic.

Like the High Watch.

Narrow ledges branch off from the main path, lined with doorways that each one glow softly from within. Door Thirteen is across the way, and when you catch sight of it, you smile ruefully.

Cassian guides you across the bridge, and you pause halfway to peer over the stone edge.

Far below, a slow river of lava cuts through the rock. The air moves upward, smelling earthy, with a hint of smoke. The warm breeze lifts loose strands from your updo, and pulls your mini dress tight against your curves.

You walk into the dance floor with your head held high, hips swaying, like the devil himself is perched on your shoulder.

“Go easy on the drink,” Cassian says loudly into your ear. “Fairy wine here. It’s strong.”

He gestures to the inner perimeter, where a bar curves with the shape of the dance floor. Glasses glow in the Rune's light coming from the stone walls, and the bottles gleam with a sinful sort of invitation.

“Got it," you respond.

And because it feels important, you place a hand on his arm.

“Thank you.”

He nods, and you catch the way his throat bobs on a swallow as his eyes snag on your bare thighs.

This time, you’re the one who catches his hand and pulls him onto the dance floor.

Revenge is about to taste so fucking sweet.

───── ✧ ─────

“You can touch me, you know,” Cassian murmurs in your ear, his voice laced with amusement.

His chest is warm against your back as you move together on the dance floor, your bodies finding the same rhythm. The gazebo is crowded with sweaty limbs that brush you every now and then, but even with no fairy wine in your system, you still feel as if you’re buzzing. 

“I won’t bite.” His hands drift down your sides, long fingers gliding across the silk on your stomach as his lips find your ear. “Unless you ask me to.”

You arch into his touch and let your hands wander his arms as he holds you against him. He's lost his suit jacket at some point, and he's rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and you're enjoying the strong, corded feel of his forearms. 

Cassian carries his confidence in his chest. In the easy set of his shoulders, the crooked tilt of his smile. It helps him seem steady, gives him the ability to smile while being sure of himself.

Draco doesn’t have that luxury.

His confidence lives in his eyes.

Flint is taller than Malfoy. Maybe slightly stronger, too. And he feels good. His body is hard in all the right places, and you especially like the soft sigh that escapes him when your fingers reach up and brush his jaw. 

You almost lose yourself to the sway, the beat, the low sound Cassian makes in his throat as your hips roll against him. But just as your lashes threaten to flutter shut, you make the mistake of glancing toward the bar.

A profile you know too well catches the light as Draco turns to look at you over his shoulder. His suit jacket is gone now, too, and his forearms rest on the bartop, a drink clutched in his hand like a lifeline. 

For a second, it looks like he’s on fire.

Then the Runes shift, and he’s plunged back into shadow.

Into darkness.

Where he belongs.

All at once, your heart starts to race. Heat rushes to your cheeks suddenly, as if you haven’t just spent the last half hour dancing with Flint.

How long has he been here? Why is he here? And he’s alone.

Why would he come alone—?

“Gods, this dress,” Cassian curses softly against your jaw. “It’s gonna look so fuckin’ pretty on the floor.”

Warmth pools low in your belly at his words, at the rasp in his voice.

But mostly from the fact that Draco’s looking at you again.

Your hand reaches blindly and tangles in Flint’s tie, pulling him down over your shoulder. And all you can think about is that you hope Malfoy is looking as you turn your head and press your mouth to Flint’s.

His lips are slightly chapped against yours. It’s not unpleasant, it’s just…

Wrong.

You ignore that voice and press back against him harder, chasing his mouth with something akin to eagerness, but is really more like desperation. Cassian responds well, slipping his tongue past your lips.

He tastes good, like wine and salt.

But, a thread of anxiety starts to unravel inside you.

What if no one ever tastes as good as Malfoy? What if you’re doomed to never feel that rush, that sharp little flip in your stomach when—

Stop thinking about him.

You squeeze your eyes closed tighter and let the music move you as your lips dance with Flint’s.

But you can’t shake the feeling of how stale it is.

There’s no magic to it.

Desperate, you reach up and thread your fingers through his hair, trying to feel something.

Anything.

But it just feels like…hair. Course and fine, not silky like Malfoy’s. It doesn’t send a possessive thrill down your spine, and it doesn’t earn you a deep groan in response either.

You break the kiss.

Cassian doesn’t seem to mind, though. His mouth trails down your neck instead, his hand still splayed across your stomach, holding you against him.

You hum approvingly, but this time, you hold Malfoy’s gaze, tipping your head back for Cassian as you move to the music.

Merlin, you want him to just…break.

To give you something—anything—to show that he still cares.

He’d only be here if he cared.

You let your lips part, lashes falling heavily as Flint’s tongue explores the dips along your collarbone and shoulder.

Go ahead, Malfoy.

Break.

However, instead of throwing his glass and storming through the crowd to rip Flint’s hands off you, he simply turns away.

But not before you catch the glint of something in his eyes.

And it’s…not what you expected.

Gone is that cold, calculated jealousy that burned hot at the Slytherin party.

Now, he doesn’t look angry at all.

He looks sad.

The realization sinks its fangs in you. The venom leaks into your bloodstream, forcing you to watch as he takes another gulp of liquor like it’ll heal him, and rakes a hand through his hair.

The coils continue to wrap around you, squeezing your chest until you feel like you can’t breathe in Flint’s arms.

Suddenly, Cassian pulls away.

“Fuck, I—” he half-laughs, looking towards the bar. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this. I thought—” He huffs and takes a step back. “It doesn’t matter."

"What?" You gasp.

Cassian gestures across the dance floor. "You’re in love with him.”

You hate that you both already know who he’s talking about.

A scoff forces its way up your throat. “Merlin, Cassian, he’s engaged! Probably married, by now—”

“No.” Cassian catches your gaze. “He’s not.”

The world slows to a crawl around you. The music fades, leaving just your heartbeat whooshing in your ears.

“What are you saying?” You breathe.

His lips set in a firm line and he glances over at the bar once before eventually deciding to answer you.

“Do you know what a blood bond is?”

Frowning, you shake your head. The crowd parts around you, oblivious and lost to the beat.

He glances around before continuing. “There’s an old arrangement between certain pure-blood families. The Malfoys tied themselves to the Greengrasses as lifelong allies, and vice versa. It’s more than an arranged marriage. It’s a truce. And to avoid mutual destruction, the firstborns of each line are bound together in matrimony.”

He swallows hard. “There’s only one way to break it.”

You’re beginning to get a bad feeling about this. Something twists deep in your gut. 

“How?”

He hesitates.

“How, Flint?” You snap, stomach knotting. 

You know Malfoy. He did something.

What did he do?

“To break a blood bond,” Cassian says, “you have to surrender the blood that made it.”

Your palms start to sweat. 

“You give up your name. Your claim to your line, and… your birthright.”

For a second, you almost wonder if you’ve been cursed.

You can’t move.

Can’t breathe.

The room circles around you, but your eyes stay locked on Flint.

Then he leans in, voice low, his face drawn with an emotion you can’t quite name.

“For the first time in history, the Malfoy line is without an heir.”

a/n: yeahhhh. Also, Flint, my boy. I had to give him a redemption arc. He's too hot not to get one. God, now I just want to give him a happy ending too ughhhh

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