Warnings: amateur writing, not proof or beta read, drabble
Wordcount: 973
Summary: During Care of Magical Creatures, you start mocking Draco's signature green apple.
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Care of Magical Creatures might not have been your very best subject, but it was certainly your favorite. There were two reasons for this: one, it was very fun to be outdoors with, well, magical creatures, and study the strange things; and two, it was Hagrid's class, and he was one of your best friends. Ever since your first year, as a scrawny, scab-kneed eleven-year-old, Hagrid had been there for you, and you appreciated him greatly for it. Which is why it annoyed you so much to have Draco Malfoy spoiling the class for you.
Malfoy, with his dumb blonde hair and dumb pale skin that blended together so well it was impossible to tell where his forehead ended exactly. Malfoy, who'd never had to work a day in his bratty life thanks to his rich father. Malfoy, who was so good-looking that it made you disgusted with yourself to admit you had spent way too much time staring at him lately. If only he looked as unfortunate as Crabbe or Goyle, then you could properly hate him like the rest of your fellow Gryffindors.
Presently, Hagrid was telling the class how to go about nursing a unicorn back to health after a bout of horn fever, but you weren't paying much attention; you were too busy burning holes into the side of Malfoy's head, pretending that you were trying to make him combust into flames instead of memorizing his profile.
The boy in question hadn't noticed you, preoccupied with making low, snide remarks about Hagrid's competence to his snickering friends and tossing a granny smith into the air every now and then.
Tearing your gaze away from him to roll your eyes, you caught a glimpse of a lemon tree branch dangling close above your head, just within reach. You wouldn't have known it was a lemon tree (you were dreadful at Herbology) if it wasn't for the several fat yellow fruits weighing the branch down, positively begging to be plucked. Glancing at Hagrid to make sure he was still turned away, you reached up and easily twisted the plumpest looking lemon off and away from the rest of the foliage. Polishing it with your robes, a smirk tugged its way onto your lips with the idea you'd just had.
You tossed the lemon experimentally into the air, snatching it out again with a swish of your robe sleeve. Tapping Dean Thomas on the shoulder, you briefly pointed to Malfoy before putting on an exaggerated yet accurate impression of him, strutting forward a few paces and turning dramatically with a dracula-esqe flare of your robes. Then, making sure you were still visible to Malfoy and half-hidden to Hagrid, you brandished your lemon with much flourishing of your hands, throwing it high into the air. You didn't bother to look at it as you caught it mid-fall, surprising even yourself with your suddenly excellent reflexes (though your face didn't falter). Dean and the other Gryffindors were quite amused by this, but Malfoy merely scoffed, pocketing his apple.
Five minutes later, however, he was back at it, twirling the apple higher and higher and occasionally glancing at his friends with a smirk. Itching to mock him again, you, too, pulled out your fruit and began to mirror him. Within thirty seconds he noticed you, and so began a competition of sorts.
As discreetly as you could while still remaining derisive, you reproduced every increasingly difficult trick he pulled, making faces at him along the way. Your lemon went under your arm to be grabbed by a perfectly timed turn of your hand, high over your head to be suddenly seized at your waist, and even over your shoulder, barely snatched at your side. At one point, Malfoy had to pause to think of new moves.
Zabini leaned over, whispering loudly, "Why don't you just hex her and be done with it?"
To which he muttered a half-hearted "Shut up."
Everything Malfoy did, you did with a sneer, a snide smirk, or a passive-aggressive simper. It wasn't until he took an angry bite out of his apple that something of a hush fell over the class (most of whom were watching, though Hagrid had yet to notice), looking between you and Malfoy.
No one had expected it, but after a tense moment of bated breath, you brought the citrus to your lips, smirk never faltering once, opened your mouth wide, and took a huge, much-too-full bite out of the lemon. Your teeth sank into a thick rind, and it took what felt like forever to reach the flesh. As soon as you did, the singular most sour flavor flooded your mouth, almost stinging your tongue and giving your teeth the feeling of being dissolved. You willed yourself not to pull a face, not even a wince or a flicker of a grimace passing your features as you chewed triumphantly, acting as though you'd merely had a forkful of treacle tart.
You'd never forget the look of incredulous horror that spread across Malfoy's face that told you he thought you were very much out of your mind, nor the appreciative cheering that issued from the Gryffindors that told you that you had most definitely won whatever this was.
Through the remainder of the class period, partly because you were not a fan of wasting perfectly good food, but mostly because you wanted to mess with everyone a bit more, you ate the entire rest of the lemon—seeds, pith and all—and pretended not to notice the varying looks of shock and genuine concern coming your way.
"That was mental," Ron told you as he, Harry, Hermione and you climbed the sloping lawns toward the castle for Transfiguration. "Absolutely mental."
You simply grinned, giving a shrug. "D'you know, I think I might've developed a taste for plain lemons."
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Author's Note: This is a repost for my masterlist because I couldn't find my original post of this and I'm starting to think I didn't post it to Tumblr at all? Anyway hope you enjoyed!
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a/n:: my own personal headcanons for draco! obvi you can think or feel however you want!
draco who shamelessly keeps a pack of hair ties in the potions classroom for you because you always forget to tie it up
"oh my gods, draco do you have a ha-" you'd groan out loud at your forgetfulness
"what color?" he'd hide the upturn of his lips, knowing he'd only bought apple green ones. it was on instinct; you look so good in green.
never catching an attitude, even when he is upset or annoyed with you.
"just please let one of us know next time you leave a party with someone." his eyebrows scrunched together.
"draco-" you'd sigh.
"we were worried, we couldn't find you. i just want to know you're safe." he'd shake his head, eyes watery from lack of sleep staying up waiting the night before.
"im sorry"
draco who lets you be yourself, with no judgement.
"granger sat next to me in the library! oh my god, she smelled so good. i think i'm in love, seriously." your head slamming down between your crossed arms in a huff.
"why don't you ask her on a date then?" he flipped the page he'd been reading, not even looking up.
"ugh, like she'd ever go out with me." you pout up at him.
"worst she can do is say no..." he'd finally look up, letting his head tilt a little while he thought. "or hex you. she scares me just a little."
getting fidgety with your affectionate touches, he swears you do it on purpose.
"can you stop moving?" you'd wiggle in your spot, exaggeratingly copying his movements.
"you're sitting on my lap, what do you expect me to do?" he'd grab at your hips to halt your wiggle.
"i don't know, let me be comfortable." you'd lean back against his chest with a slight huff. he'd immediately stop moving completely, even steadying his breath, in hopes you'd gain comfort and stay in his lap.
never letting you pay for anything for anything in shops.
"just a butterbeer please" you hadn't even looked at the shopkeeper, digging in your side bag for a coin.
"i got it" he'd place the payment on the counter faster than you'd even finished ordering.
draco who always stands off to the sidelines, watching your surroundings so you can enjoy yourself fully.
he noticed Cormac lingering behind you even after you had turned around and told him to piss off. "McLagen, go the fuck away."
"mate, come on. she looks so good, i just want to dance with her." Cormac would try to argue.
"she does look good, but not for you." he'd cross his arms and stand between you and the creep, cutting off his view of you without interrupting your own fun. you were completely oblivious to draco behind you now.
he can't stop the compliments from fumbling out of his mouth, no matter what you look like or where you were.
"you look ravishing, mon amour." he'd pass you a water bottle, smiling at your red skin and the hair stuck against it.
"i was just at practice. my hair is knotted and im sweaty, mon cher." you'd sneer at him, annoyed with your loss at a skirmish.
he'd smiled at your attempt to mock his pet name, but his heart would only swell "yes, i can see. you still look beautiful."
draco who can't, or rather doesn't care to, hide his feelings for you anymore.
"god, you're so in love with her, it's pathetic." blaise mocked him, watching him gaze at you reading a book across the room, none the wiser.
"oh please, its endearing and sweet." pansy would smile at him, patting his arm while his face rose into his own smile hearing you puff out a laugh at the page you were reading.
draco who finally confesses
"do you even realize how i feel about you?"
"what do you mean?"
"i mean, i'm in love with you. surely you've noticed."
A/N: This requested over on our Wattpad! I really hope this is okay. Always, if there's anything you think should be changed, just let me know!
You loved to spend your evenings in the library, the smell of ageing pages and vintage furniture always made you feel comfortable. Of course, you weren’t just here to admire your surroundings, but to actually study.
Most of your classes you had, were with your boyfriend, Draco. And somehow, it became harder and harder to focus on classes and get work done. The two of you gossiping as your classes went on without you. Only truly focusing in your Potion’s classes, too afraid to be faced with Snape’s discipline.
That brings you to now, sitting behind a withering table on a just as old chair, as the lamp in front of you flickered ever-so-slightly. You lift your head, stretching your neck as you tear your eyes from the book that felt excruciatingly longer than it was, turning to your mumbling boyfriend.
His book laid open on the table and his hands were quick to copy the printed words onto a yellow-tinted parchment, the hushed words falling from his mouth as he wrote them. As he dips his quill, he glanced your way, noticing your eyes on him.
Leaving the quill in the inkwell, he faces you, a couple bones popping as he shifts out of his previously uncomfortable position. His eyes soften as they fall on you, a small tired smile creeping its way onto his face.
Your lips mimic his, it wasn’t often you saw Draco this relaxed, it was truly a sight for sore eyes. It almost made you sad, his smile not as familiar as it used to be. You sigh, that wasn’t a thought for now.
“I don’t know how much longer I can do this before I either fall asleep or my hand falls off.” He shakes his hand awake as he lets out a scoff, you chuckle, agreeing with him. “I can barely keep my eyes open anymore.” You rub your palms against your aching eyes, trying to keep them open just a little longer.
“I say we take a break.” He leans back in his chair as he crosses his arms. “We’ve been at this for hours.” You hear a slight whine in his voice, you couldn’t deny, a break sounded great right about now. You nod, bringing your arms above your head, exaggeratingly stretching as you groaned.
Once your arms dropped, you brought one to the boy beside you, resting your hand against his cheek. His eyes flutter shut as he digs himself further into your touch, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, bringing you closer.
A tense breath left his lips “I missed you, this.” You let out a little chuckle. “We’re with each other almost all day, every day.” His eyes open back up to send you a playful glare, his other hand sending a soft hit to your leg. “You know what I meant. It’s not often we get peaceful moments, like these, to ourselves.”
You respond, a grin still slightly evident on your face. "I suppose this is nice, I can't say I haven't missed being with you, like this." Your thumb starts to draw little circles against his cold cheek. He hums, clearly enjoying the feeling of your warmer hand.
"You're truly gorgeous, Draco." You watch as pink starts to find its way on his face, his lips slightly twitching before he sunk into your shoulder. You both let out your own quiet laughs, his head dipping into the crook of your neck.
Your hand falls from his cheek, slowly grazing over his body before stopping against his lower back, your fingers twiddling with his loose robes. He follows your movements, bringing his arms around you and holding his hands against your own back.
“You’re too kind to me.” You feel Draco’s smile against your neck as he talks. Your head starts to lightly shake as you whisper back to him. “Only as kind as you deserve.” His head lifts back up, only a few inches from your face. “Thank you.” You feel his light breath fan against your lips before he presses his lips against your own.
The kiss is chaste, full of love and longing as you tangle your hand into his hair, pulling him deeper into you. His hands reach to your neck, wrapping around before slightly pulling you lower into him. The both of you part, breathlessly gasping before reconnecting.
He slowly pulls away after a few seconds, his cheeks about as red as his swelling lips. A comforting silence fills the room as your fingers comb through his hair, brushing down the messy flyaways. Draco slightly hums at the touch, eyes falling shut again.
Draco sighs as he falls back into you. "How are you feeling, Love?" You gently scratch against his scalp before he mumbles against you. "Mhmm.. Just tired." You nod, slightly pulling him off of you.
"C'mere." You lean back as you tap your thighs. He drozily lifts out of his chair, taking a seat in your lap. You keep your torso tilted back as his body completely falls into yours, arms wrapped around your shoulders as he lays his head in your neck.
"Rest well, Draco." Your hand draws and lightly drags around his back, your lips placing a soft kiss against his forehead. He whispers back a "G'night" before you hear his light snores.
A/N: I honestly enjoyed writing this, give me more Draco requests pleasee (jk)
Summary: i suck at writing summaries so I’m gonna give you the gist of it. Basically inspired by Conan gray’s song ‘Heather’. Childhood best friends to strangers to lovers kinda stuff.
Draco Malfoy x oc
Esmeray moon is my original character, like it’s only the name really because every time I write her she’ll look different. You can pretend it x reader, but i just prefer using a name and i obviously can’t use mine so anyways enjoyyy.
no voldy au
Heather masterlist
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Esmeray was enjoying her last year at Hogwarts, even though all the professors kept lecturing seventh years on the upcoming NEWTS,(keep in mind it had only been two months since the year started) Esmeray and her friends found ways to make their year memorable.
Most of the time Esmeray and her two best friends Pansy and Daphne, roamed around the castle exploring every nook and cranny. Each time they found a place never found before.
She savoured every meal there and could see that every seventh year was doing the same. Clearly everyone was terrified at the thought of making their own food.
So in between classes, amazing food and amazing friends her year was going pretty good.
Though there was a small shadow in all that light.
To ensure a good day Esmeray always made sure she never crossed paths with her childhood best friend and his girlfriend.
Let me tell you why.
Till fourth year Esmeray and Draco had been inseparable. Best friends since they were born everyone believed they would be together till death.
In all honesty, Esmeray believed they would be together till death.
She really hoped it to, for during fourth year she found herself fancying her best friend Draco. She really thought he had liked her to, that was until He asked the worst person in Hogwarts to go to the Yule ball.
Heather gold.
They called her angelic heather.
She was in hufflepuff, An O student, kind to everyone, and so so so pretty.
It wasn’t a surprise Draco had fallen for her. That was okay, Esmeray never expected anything to happen between her and Draco, she was content with being friends.
He only asked her to a ball, its not like she’s going to take Esmeray’s place, right?
Wrong
Everything went downhill from the ball. Draco and Heather were inseparable. He began bailing on Esmeray to hang out with Heather and after a while Esmeray saw angelic Heathers other side.
Jealous Heather
Draco had finally made time for Esmeray one week, and instead of expressing how much he missed her or was looking forward to spending time with her. He looked at her with guilt and said -
“Heather doesn’t like that you’re so close to me, she told me to choose between the two of you”
That’s all Esmeray had heard before she sprinted away. She didn’t hear Draco calling after her and trying to follow her. She locked herself in the girls lavatory and sobbed.
Of course anyone would choose angelic Heather over Slytherins outspoken Esmeray.
Heather had all the beauty in the world whereas Esmeray always had a gaunt look, sometimes described as snobbish. Heather always spoke soft and understood others whereas Esmeray always argued to prove her point and didn’t care about anyone’s opinion.
She only cared about Draco’s opinion.
Now he was gone. Maybe thats what made her befriend the two meanest girls in the school, who laughed at others hurt. She became one of them and unknowingly her targets were always hufflepuffs.
So that was that.
No Draco and Heather meant good day.
Today was not a good day. Pansy, Daphne and Esmeray were just minding their business when a hufflepuff prefect decided to tell them that they were making to much noise and it was disturbing the classes around them.
The girls ignored him, he was a fifth year and had never approached them before. The girls only attacked if provoked.
“You know I can take house points of you ” He looked less confident now.
“Oh dear, whatever will we do, loose the house up which was bound to be Gryffindor’s anyways” Daphne mocked.
Pansy and Esmeray laughed.
“Look, you slytherins might not take a hufflepuff seriously but I have more authority than you, I can give you detention”
Pansy smirked and said “I’m afraid you can’t, we’re booked with detentions till the next month”
The prefect frowned and before he could say more Draco and Heather came into view.
In Heathers eyes a frowning Hufflepuff standing stiff in front of three Slytherins girls lazily sitting on a window ledge meant trouble.
“What’s going on here” she approached them.
Esmeray rolled her eyes.
“I just told these three girls that they have to move due them causing disturbance for other classes” The hufflepuff said in a annoyed voice.
“You should listen to him, I’m head girl and I can give you detention” She tried to intimidate them with a stare.
Pansy giggled, she looked at the hufflepuff prefect “Are you going to tell angelic Heather here or should I?”
The prefect clenched his jaw and told Heather what Pansy had said earlier.
Heather threatened to make them booked for the next three months.
“Oh why does it matter the only class here is divination, who pays attention in that” Voiced Esmeray in a bored voice.
“I’ll have you know divination is my favourite subject” remarked Heather.
Esmeray grinned (by some muggleborn it was describe as a Cheshire Cat grin) “oh really, The only day I’ll believe in divination is the day you see the grim and die”
“Esmeray please, drop it”
Her grin dropped. She looked at the stunned faces of the prefect and Heather at what she had said and then turned to her friends. They looked like they would’ve laughed if he had not spoken.
Draco had said her name.
The way he used to say it.
It sounded so nice in his voice.
But he had said it in Heathers support.
She looked into his beautiful silver eyes grey eyes and put as much as bitterness she could conjure into her tone, “it’s Moon to you Malfoy”.
Draco flinched. He had no right to flinch Esmeray screamed in her head. She looked away and signalled her friends to leave.
While walking back Daphne had Pansy held Esmeray’s hands. She was glad for the support. She had told them everything one night when she was feeling really sad. After that she could always count on them to have her back and make sure Heather never picked on her(Which you might not believe it but had happened)by making her life hell.
Not a good coping mechanism but it was Heathers fault to, for some reason she always kept targeting them. They didn’t attack unless provoked and Heather kept provoking.
Afterwards, The girls did everything to avoid interactions like that. Pansy and Daphne knew it had affected Esmeray so they explored the castle all day, sat by the lake in shadowy place where it was clear that they didn’t want to be approached.
Esmeray did everything to ignore Draco more, but now somehow it was harder. Eye contact with him would occur more than she liked and in classes they didn’t share with Hufflepuff he was always sitting or standing closer than usual.
Potions was the worst. They were learning how to identify amortentia so the classroom reeked of Draco. Esmeray wasn’t stupid enough to say that so whenever the professor asked she would joke and say ‘herself’.
Whenever she did that she could always feel beautiful silver eyes grey eyes staring at her.
But overall she managed to avoid him enough to have good days.
One Friday night when she knew nobody would be awake till late due to there being a hogsmede trip the next day. She went down to the common room to read.
She curled up on a couch near the fireplace and read in silence.
“Wuthering heights, nice to see that part hasn’t changed about you Es- Moon”
The voice she loved hated spoke.
“What do you want” she asked in a crisp tone.
“Just here for some silence” He said sitting on the couch parallel to her.
She gave him silence and didn’t even look at him, which would’ve been easier if he stopped looking at her.
“You’ve changed so much,” he said breaking the silence.
“I thought you were here for some silence, Malfoy” Esmeray avoided his question.
“I never asked you to call me that,” He lowered his voice and said the next words with the hint of a plea. “Please say my name”.
Esmeray’s breath hitched, she knew if she looked at him she would come undone. So she focused her eyes on her book and pretended she hadn’t heard him.
He finally looked away from her her and leaned his head on the headrest while closing his eyes.
“I don’t really like your new friends” He broke the silence again.
“Unfortunately I don’t have boyfriend to tell me to choose between him and them” She regretted it the second she said it. Something shifted and Draco leaned forward abruptly.
“Esmeray, you didn’t even hear me out that da-“ his voice was desperate and fast. It hurt Esmeray’s soul to hear that ache is his voice but she knew she had to cut him off.
”Malfoy, forget I said anything .” She stood up and without facing him made way towards the girl dorms.
“Please come back Esmeray, I’ve missed you”
His voice echoed throughout the silent room.
Esmeray ceased and then pretended she hadn’t heard him.
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part two is up!
btw if by chance anyone knows how put Part 2’s link here please tell me because the html format isn’t working.
A few things I haven’t described any features of Esmeray or Heather because I want to leave them up to you. Of course as i said you can read this as an ‘x reader’ and everyone has a heather in their life so you can imagine heather as her.
If you don’t have a heather in your life, you are the luckiest person alive.
I’m sorry if you don’t like Esmeray and her friends personality i promise theirs an explanation. I don’t know if its valid but i think its enough.
hey bestie, can u do a draco x y/n smut. any kind using your imagination? i read ur weasley twins x y/n and suga ff, its so good youre so talented, do write more ily :)
Ofc love, tysm for ur compliment I really appreciate it. Draco smut, eh, we all love our blondie when he's all sexy...
He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you near enough that you can feel the closeness of your bodies. Then he runs his hands up your sides and back down, causing a small shiver to run down your spine.
"Thank Merlin," Draco says. "You're the one I've been wanting." As sexy as it is, something about that bothers you, and you seductively whisper back, "Wanting to fuck? And drop a second later." The second part with anger.
"We'll see." Somehow that's all you need to cave. (Probably the firewhiskey)
He pushes you against the wall and your breath hikes. Then he starts biting up your neck lightly, then along your jawline, making his way to your lips. He bites your bottom lip and pulls it down a bit before kissing you, lightly at first but getting rather intense as he closes off all the space between your bodies, causing you to let out a small moan in pleasure. Then suddenly he stops and lifts you off the ground by holding your hips in place with one hand while keeping his mouth on yours. You arch your back when he holds your body like that, desperate for him to continue exactly what you want, and can't wait to give it to you. His kisses start slowly at first, exploring every inch of your mouth with his tongue and then his lips, creating a slow sensuous dance.
You could feel his hands creep up under your top from your waist to your tummy and was going slowly upwards, spreading goosebumps along the wat. When his hands hit the top of your breasts, you bite down on his lower lip, coaxing him to move faster. He obliges, moving his hands to your nipples and gently pulling them through his palms, feeling them harden as he manipulates them. He breaks off the kiss briefly to slide his hands further up, letting his thumbs graze over your erect nipple as he works on the other one.
One of your hands slowly travels down from his chest and goes further down until you could feel the heat radiating off him. You run your fingers over his sweatpants to get a better sense of what he has underneath, starting at his cock and feeling it begin to stir when you notice how big it is. Suddenly, the contact becomes more intimate, your fingers running over his clothed tip, he shuddered at your touch. You follow his lead and reach into his pants with your free hand. His groan lets you know that you found what you were looking for.
He suddenly lifts you up and pushes you down onto the bed. You felt yourself sink into the silky, spongy mattress. Before long, you hear the sound of him taking off his clothes, undressing himself quickly. You're impressed by how good he looks naked; tall, strong, broad shoulders, smooth, muscled stomach, strong defined abs…you felt starstruck.
"So many ideas in my head.", Draco mumbles, interrupting your daydream. Your response was to nuzzle your face into his stomach, inhaling his delicious scent. It's somehow intoxicating, and you wrap your legs around him once again as he kisses his way down your torso, pausing to suck each pebble on your skin, then continuing further down. Finally, his lips reach their destination: your breasts.
The passion is amazing. In just a matter of seconds, he feels completely at ease, using his large hands to play with your nipples while sucking on them, kissing your neck, flicking your hair, and grinding his erection between your legs. Then suddenly, you feel his hands slide up to the back of your bra, removing it. He turns his attention to your panties next, ripping them in half with little effort, exposing your dripping sex. "So wet, for me, are we?", he said smirking devilishly at you. With one hand, he teases the outer folds of your labia, his tongue circling your clit before plunging into your wetness. He doesn't take his time here, however, fucking you quick and hard without ever breaking eye contact with you.
You realize how close you are when you feel the wet friction. His warm, thick cock is pressed right up against you. It's such a weird sensation like you're being used as a cushion instead of an actual person. Still, you can't help but spread your legs even wider apart, matching the motion of his thrusts and beginning to move your own hips, trying to match him in the intensity of the experience. You come quickly, so close to screaming out loud, but because he doesn't stop thrusting or pull away, you settle for shuddering silently, trying to hold on to that feeling.
After some moments have passed, you realize that his breathing is becoming harder, more ragged, almost panting as he continues pumping you hard. You felt yourself going to come again for the second time. You could just feel your walls clenching and unclenching around him, and it seemed like you were being pushed to the edge again.
Just when you thought you couldn't handle it any longer, the contractions started happening one after another. Your pussy seems to clamp down hard on him. It makes the pressure unbearable, and you suddenly realized that he was holding you still by pressing his body firmly against yours. Without any warning, you cried out and came again, the feeling of pleasure making your body quiver uncontrollably. Your orgasm lasted forever and made your whole body convulse; you gasped for air, and you felt his cum explode inside of you, making your inner walls pulse and expand as you felt a warm liquid gush inside of you.
Afterward, all that was left were his warm hands around your waist and the sound of his soft breaths against your neck.
When you finally opened your eyes again, you see his grey, stormy ones staring straight at you. The look of satisfaction on his handsome features makes you melt into his arms. He gives you a small kiss before settling beside you, pulling you closer, and resting your head on his shoulder. For a moment, neither of you says anything, you two just stare into each other's eyes. Finally, his voice cracks.
"I love you, Y/N" he whispered softly.
a/n: ty for ur request, babe, i enjoyed writing this... toodles :)
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KEEPING IT IN THE DARK — draco malfoy x hufflepuff! lupin! f! reader
CONTENT WARNING: maternal death/ canon violence
SUMMARY: being a lupin, you did all you could to live up to your father’s expectation. you were obedient and filial, but you had one not so little dirty secret.
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Y/N GASPED, CAUSING draco to detach his lips from hers. the y/h/c girl quickly looked down at her watch.
it was quarter past 4.
"shit i'm gonna be late, bye dray love you," y/n placed a quick peck on draco's cheek and placed her hand on the doorknob.
"draco..." she mumbled into his chest.
"5 more minutes," he hummed into the girl's hair, embracing her tightly.
"my father will be wondering where i've gone off too," she tried to squirm out of his grasp.
"fine," draco sighed out, finally letting go.
"i'll see you tonight?" draco looked down at the girl, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"promise." the girl nodded her head.
they shared a kiss once more, before y/n opened the door of the broom closet, sticking her head out of it.
when she saw that there was nobody else in the hallway, she quickly scurried out of the small room, making her way to the defence against the dark arts classroom.
she placed a small knock on the door and opened it.
"you're five minutes late darlin," y/n's father greeted sitting at his desk, his head buried in a pile of parchments, presumably student's work.
"well good afternoon to you too dad," y/n smiled as she sat herself down on the chair opposite the defence against dark arts professor, remus lupin.
well you see, y/n was the only daughter of remus lupin. she was also the 5th year hufflepuff prefect.
and more importantly, she was dating the 5th year slytherin prefect. but not just any ole slytherin, the draco malfoy.
hence y/n and draco had to keep their relationship a secret. first of all, prefects weren't allowed to date.
secondly, y/n's father was part of the order of the phoenix, and lucius malfoy was a former deatheater.
can you say scandalous?
"punctuality is very important m'dear," he finally picked his head up from the table to look at the girl.
"i'm sorry dad, it slipped my mind, i was...in the library studying!" the girl twirled her wand in her fingers, hoping that hearing she was busy studying would please her father enough that he wouldn't give her an earful.
"very well, it is good that you are preparing for your OWLs at the end of the school year. i want you to mark these papers for me, then i'll go through them when you're done," remus pushed the pile of work done by the year ones towards his daughter.
"do i have to?" y/n groaned as she slammed her head onto the desk.
"yes. you have to," remus tapped his wand on the girl's head.
remus wanted his daughter to excel in school so she could graduate, find a stable job, and live comfortably. something he didn't have the luxury of doing due to his special monthly occurrences.
remus was fortunate enough to be given his position at hogwarts. y/n was actually the one who recommended her father to the headmaster after their previous professor turned out to be a complete and utter sham.
y/n was finally done with the work assigned to her, just in time for dinner.
the father-daughter duo made their way to the great hall, parting ways to their respective tables.
y/n filled her plate with food and she ate and chatted with her housemates, occasionally stealing and sharing glances with the blonde slytherin a table down from her.
the students slowly scattered away and made their way back to their respective common rooms.
soon, nightfall came and y/n headed back to her dorm.
when it was 10 pm, y/n slipped on her shoes and headed out of the hufflepuff common room.
y/n stepped out into the kitchen corridor and was met with a vinegar-doused draco.
"oh...my...godric," y/n said between laughs.
draco had an annoyed look on his face, rubbing the vinegar off his eyes and spitting out the gross substance.
"let's get you cleaned up big boy," y/n waved her wand and mumbled a cleaning spell.
"i've tried at least a million times and i still can't get the pattern right," draco huffed.
"well my love, that just proves you're a true slytherin," y/n smiled as she tiptoed to face draco.
"i missed you," draco leaned forward.
"i missed you too," she mumbled into the kiss.
the two walked hand in hand down the castle grounds, doing their prefect rounds.
y/n had managed to convince head-boy, ernie macmillan, to partner her and draco up for their prefect duties.
something about ensuring that draco was not slacking off while doing his rounds so she should be there to observe him, just in case.
it was now past midnight and the couple wandered aimlessly, chatting about whatnot.
they did happen to run into filch combing mrs norris' fur.
they could've sworn they saw him lick the back of his hand and wipe his head with it, imitating a cat.
"did...you see the way he licked his hand...it was hilarious!" draco hugged his stomach as he chuckled.
"i know," y/n wiped a tear from her eye.
the two unknowingly found themselves in the courtyard, by the door of the astronomy tower.
"what do you say we ditch our duties and spend some...alone time?" draco smirked, his head nodding towards the entrance of the tower.
"well mr malfoy, aren't you just a little punk?" y/n cocked her eyebrow to the boy.
with an alohomora charm, the door clicked open and they started climbing the extensively long staircase.
"how long mor-" y/n began to complain but was quickly hushed by draco.
the blonde boy placed a finger to his lips and gestured to the top of the staircase.
shuffling noises could be heard at the top of the tower.
the prefects tiptoed up the staircase and peeped through the railing.
they spotted ginny weasley and dean thomas sharing a rather....passionate kiss.
"ahem..." draco cleared his throat, the two gryffindors quickly pulled away from each other in shock.
"now, you could make my life easier by going back to your dorms and i'll pretend like i didn't see any of..." draco twirled his pointer between the two, a look of disgust on his face, "...that."
dean and ginny quickly awkwardly walked past draco and y/n.
the y/h/ced girl gave the two a thumbs up and mouthed a quick 'sorry' to them as they made their way down the steps.
"come on sweetheart," draco reached out to grab y/n's hand as he guided her to the balcony of the astronomy tower.
draco began to lie down, back against the floor.
"um...babe? what are you doing?" y/n stood over her boyfriend confused.
"stargazing of course," draco made a 'duh' face.
"alright hun' whatever you say," y/n hummed and laid next to the boy, her head against his chest as they looked up at the stars.
"that one's orion," draco pointed up to the constellation, "that one over there is ursa major," draco ran his free hand through y/n's hair.
"for someone who likes to pretend they don't care for astronomy classes, you sure do know a lot about it," y/n drummed on draco's beating chest, looking up at her gorgeous boy.
draco waved off her comment, trying to upkeep his 'studying's dumb' and 'bad boy' reputation.
"and do you see that one? it's my favourite one actually," draco pointed to the brightest constellation, "that's scorpius."
y/n looked at the bright stars in awe.
"it's beautiful..." y/n breathed out.
"just like you," draco admired his girlfriend.
"godric you're corny" y/n groaned into draco's chest smiling.
"one day, we'll finally be able to tell everyone about us princess, i promise. no more sneaking out at night, no more keeping it in the dark, just you and me"
"just you and me," y/n lifted her body so she was hovering over draco, placing a kiss on his nose.
"i love you so much draco lucius malfoy."
"i love you-"
"y/n hope lupin!" a familiar older male's voice boomed, causing the couple to jump and look in the direction of where the voice came from.
y/n and draco made direct contact with none other than remus john lupin.
y/n quickly got up onto her feet and patting her uniform down, draco doing the same.
"father i-"
"malfoy. dorm. now." remus instructed rather sternly.
y/n and draco quickly shuffled past him.
"not you y/n lupin."
the friction of y/n's sneakers and the floor let out a small squeak as she stopped dead in her tracks to turn back around to face him.
she stared down at her feet in shame as her father looked at her.
his expression was blank.
without saying another word, remus walked past the girl coldly, a silent gesture for her to follow him.
the walk back to her father's chamber was quiet, y/n was scared shitless.
remus opened the door to his office rather angrily, holding it for y/n to walk in, and slamming it loudly behind them.
remus sat himself angrily by his desk, while y/n sat by the love seat in the sitting area, the older lupin having a full view of his daughter.
the man stared blankly into space, his face straight, he was angrily picking at the dead skin on his fingers.
y/n kept her head down the whole time, not once daring to look into her father's eyes.
they stayed like this for hours.
and i mean. literal. hours.
remus was trying to process what happened while y/n's anxiousness continued rising every passing second.
"you've got to be joking y/n!" remus slammed his fist on the table and finally broke the silence, causing y/n to flinch, a tear escaping her eye.
"draco malfoy?" he scoffed.
y/n had never ever in her life seen her father so upset and angry before.
"he's nothing like his father i promise, he's such a great boy if only you just got to know hi-"
"lucius malfoy mudered your mother!" remus shouted at the girl.
that was one of the most crucial reasons why y/n and draco had to keep their relationship a secret.
the night lily and james were murdered, remus and y/n were in ireland staying with relatives while y/n's mother stayed behind in england. she had decided to pay a visit to the potter cottage that very night.
lucius malfoy had used the killing curse on mrs lupin when she tried to fight back.
but y/n knew draco was nothing like his father. she had grown to love the boy so much and even if his father did not, the young blonde had a heart of gold.
maybe he wasn't the nicest to others, but he was an absolute sweetheart to the girl he loved.
and she also knew that draco lived with immense guilt over his girlfriend's mother's death.
there were nights where he would cry into y/n's shoulder, apologising profusely to the girl for his father's wrongdoing, telling her how much he didn't deserve to be loved by her.
and that was when y/n knew draco was a good person, because no dark wizard would ever apologise for their actions.
"but that's not who he is-"
"his father is the reason why you don't have a mother anymore!" remus stormed over to the girl, standing over her.
y/n could feel the walls shake from how loud he was shouting.
"you..just..have to get to know him!" y/n cried, tears streaming down her face as she buried her face in her hands.
"i can't believe you're still defending him!" he spat in her face.
"because i love him!"
"well i'm bloody grateful your mother isn't here to see how much of a disappointment you've become!"
the moment the words left remus' mouth, y/n's eyes widened in shock.
she knew her father wouldn't approve of their relationship at first, but she'd never imagined he would be capable of saying such things. especially since he knew how much y/n wanted to make her mother proud.
"i hate you. i wish i never had a father like you," y/n stood up from her seat, poking his chest with her pointer as she spoke through gritted teeth.
"wait y/n, darlin' i didn't mean what i sai-" remus tried to stop her when she shoved past him.
"if you didn't mean it, then you wouldn't have said it," y/n sniffed as she wiped her nose with the sleeve of her robes.
y/n ran down the halls when she bumped into ernie.
"y/n? are you alright?" ernie tried to reach forward to comfort the crying girl.
"don't...don't touch me," her voice shaky as she quickly ran off in the direction of the courtyard.
draco did not in fact return to his dorm when he was told to, instead he stayed in the castle halls, looking for the father-daughter duo.
as he stalked through the hallways, he walked into a rather confused ernie.
"oi, macmillan have you seen y/n?"
"um yea, she was crying but she ran off before anything happened," ernie informed, scratching his head.
draco knew exactly where y/n was.
the only place she'd go to when she's sad.
draco sprinted to the black lake, where he was met with the back of y/n's dark silhouette, she was staring off into the lake.
"hi mum..." y/n hugged her knees as she stared at the moving waters.
remus had told y/n that back in her hogwarts days, when he was still courting her, the black lake was y/n's mother's favourite place.
her and lily would dangle their legs into it and watch the sunset and rise.
and so, whenever y/n was at hogwarts and felt like she needed to talk to her mother, she'd head to the black lake, and well, talk to her.
"i'm sorry..i'm so sorry," y/n sniffed as she sobbed, "but i love him....i love him so so much. for the first time ever, i don't feel alone, because i have him. he makes me feel complete mum."
"oh my gorgeous y/n," draco breathed out.
y/n whipped her head around when she heard the familiar voice.
she quickly ran into draco's arms.
"he...said i was a disappointment to my mother," y/n wailed into his chest.
"he didn't mean it, sweetheart, your father loves you so much," draco comforted the girl, rubbing her back.
"then why did the words..leave his mouth s-so easily,"
'i don't know sweetheart, but i do know that he is so proud of you, proud of the beautiful, intelligent, wonderful girl you are,"
y/n pulled her head away from draco's chest to look up at him.
"what if..he never accepts us," a frown visible on y/n's face.
"then so be it, who cares what anyone thinks my love. even if the whole world is against us, i will never leave your side. you will always have me," draco combed her hair with his hands, "but i promise you my girl, your father didn't mean what he said, he was just angry, he loves you just as much as i do."
"i love you so much draco lucius malfoy."
"je t'aime mon amour."
the young couple shared a loving kiss.
what they didn't know, was that remus was hiding behind a tree, watching.
Request: “Hi you said you needed Draco scenarios would you be able to write one where they already have a newborn” @futuremrsfelton20
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“Draco, I’m home!” You call out as you walk through the entrance of your large suburban home you share with Draco.
You close the large wooden entrance doors and make your way to the living area before placing your handbag on the kitchen bench.
When Draco doesn’t respond, you assume he’s upstairs with your newborn baby girl but as you make your way to the staircase, you notice a tuft of blonde hair sticking up from the couch.
You walk over and you heart warms at the sight of Draco lying on the couch with your baby girl sleeping soundly on his chest with her hand holding onto his finger.
You smile at the two of them and wonder how you got so lucky.
After the war it was hard for the two of you to become accustomed to normal life again but you found comfort in each other and were able to heal together.
You were only gone for an hour to a nearby cafe to have late lunch with Pansy and expected for the two of them to still be wide awake.
You walked upstairs to grab a blanket from yours and Draco’s room but as you get back to the couch you notice Draco looking around sleepily.
“There you are, darling,” he mumbles as he opens his arm making room for you to lie next to him on the couch, “I thought I heard you get home.”
You lie down next to him on the couch, careful not to wake her as Draco pulls you closer into his side and cuddles his two favourite girls in the world.
He kisses you temple before grabbing the blanket youd previously brought down and drapes it over the three of you.
“I love you so much, my darling,” he tells you, turning his head slightly so he can meet your eyes, “you truly do make me the luckiest man in the world.”
You smile and give Draco a gentle kiss before you both drift off to sleep thinking of the future that lay ahead with Draco and your beautiful baby girl.
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Sorry this is kind of short but I hope I sort of wrote what you intended???? Sorry I don’t know much about babies 😭
Summary: Suffering from Insomnia, the reader finds herself in an untraditional situation with a certain Slytherin.
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As you ventured through the halls, you took note of the quietness that surrounded you. Gazing around, pictures were tucking themselves in for bed while a few were still moving around.
Turning your gaze back to the window, you approached the ledge peered out of the glass. Darkness enveloped the trees as well as the land surrounding the castle.
The longer you stood there, the more time had passed by you undetected. It wasn’t until the sound of rushing feet, that you realized where you were, and what you were doing.
Taking a step back, you gazed around the hall attempting to identify the sound. Just as you looked down the hall, there was a flash of a platinum blonde.
“Draco?” You whispered to yourself, furrowing your eyebrows together.
Facing in the direction he retreated in, you scurried down the hall. At that moment, you were thankful for insomnia you suffered from, along with the quietness of your slippers. You weren’t wearing pajamas, but you weren’t wearing normal clothes either. Before you left your room, you had decided on a pair of sweat pants and a plain tee, with one of your favorite dusters swinging behind you with every step you took. As you approached the corner Draco had disappeared around, your stomach began fluttering while your heart was beating out of your chest. Swallowing a lump forming in your throat, you leaned back against the wall hoping to prepare yourself for any type of revelation you would be stumbling upon.
Taking a deep breath, it was now or never. Kicking off the wall, you cautiously made your way around it. Floating down the hall, your heard voices. Jolting behind one of the pillars, you leaned against it while you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.
“….Draco.”
While you hadn’t been able to hear the entirety of the conversation, you did get confirmation of seeing Draco. Contemplating staying hidden and risk being found and rushing to safety, popped into your mind. Lifting your thumb to your mouth, you began nibbling along the nail bed skin.
Making up your mind, you were just about to leave when the blonde in question was standing before you.
His frosty eyes flashed with panic before returning to normal. Gazing at him with widened eyes, you opened and closed your mouth several times before deciding against it.
“Draco?” A husky voice questioned, his voice becoming closer and closer with each passing second.
Gasping, your heart began beating rapidly, as your palms became covered in a thin layer of sweat. Draco was quick on his feet, pressing his chest against yours, causing your back to come in contact with the cool marble of the pillar. Clasping his hand over your lips, he muffled another gasp.
Turning his head toward the hallway, his cheek brushed against yours. “Yeah?” He questioned the unknown stranger.
While standing there, you were enveloped with the aroma of him. It gave you a comforting feeling, a type of feeling that one would associate with home, or safety. The light brush of facial skin contact, was enough to send a different type of fluttering in your stomach. Something, you would get when you had dated your ex, a feeling that had grown foreign to you.
Before you could stop yourself, you turned your head to face Draco. You gently moved your head up and down, allowing your nose to gently brush against the skin of his cheek that was closest to you. Draco’s eyes fluttered close as you heard his breath catch in his throat.
Turning to face you, Draco’s nose bumped yours. His hand remained gently clasped over your lips. Gazing at his ocean eyes, they became clouded with something you couldn’t identify. Gently, Draco moved his face allowing his nose to move side to side along yours. Quietly, you began panting against the palm of his hand while you lifted your hands to his waist, taking him by surprise.
“Status report, Draco!”
A harsh voice yelled closing in on the pillar you and Draco were behind.
“Y-Yeah, it was nothing.”
“You sure are taking a long time for nothing.”
Placing his lips to your forehead, he unwrapped himself from you before lifting his pointer finger to his lips in a ‘Shh,’ movement. Nodding your head, you gave him a silent confirmation.
“Coming!” Draco spat replacing the soft expression he was previously wearing with a hardened irritated one.
The sound of Draco and the man leaving down the hall, caused you to breathe out a sigh of relief. Rushing out of the area, you made your way back to your bedroom.
Giddiness enveloped you as you thought of what had happened between you and Draco. Through the years, Draco had become more and more flirtatious with you, however, you paid no mind to it chalking it up to his personality.
Weeks passed since that night which also happened to be the last time you had seen Draco. Walking through the hall crowded with your classmates, you frowned as you didn’t see the platnium blonde.
Letting out a sigh, you shook your head.
“What’s wrong with you?” Ron questioned as he joined your side, giving you a teasing bump in process.
“N-Nothing.” You spoke quicker than you would’ve liked.
“Uh huh.” He responded giving you glance filled with sketpisim.
Scoffing you rolled your eyes. “You’re one to talk.” You grinned. “How’s operation Hermoine?”
“Shh!” Ron whispered shouted, as he glanced around fearfully. “Don’t say her name outloud.”
“Why?” You giggled, allowing Ron to pull you to a halt on the side of the hallway, away from the sea of students. “She’s not He Who-“
Clasping a hand upon your lips, he didn’t give you chance to finish your sentence. More giggles erupted from you in process.
“Bloody Hell, Y/N.” Ron groaned rolling his eyes.
Opening your mouth slightly, you snaked your tongue out licking Ron’s palm. Snatching the appendage from you, Ron shrieked. “Oui!”
Bellowing laughter you supplied, bounced off the nearing empty halls. Turning away from Ron, you caught the sight of an infamous platinum blonde. Gazing at him like a deer in headlights, your jaw fell slightly.
“Draco…”
Shaking his head, he turned on the heel of his foot before rushing down the hallway.
“What was that about?” Ron questioned furrowing his eyebrows together as he stood beside you perplexed.
“It…It was nothing.” You shrugged, dropping your gaze to your shoes.
“ ‘Sure didn’t seem like nothin.” Ron thought aloud.
Turning to face him, you tilted your head slightly. “Ronald! Y/N!” Hermione yelled from across the hall. “We have to get to class! Or we’ll get in trouble!”
Both you and Ron let out arguements as she placed her hand between both of your shoulder blades pushing you ahead of her towards class.
Frowning, you attempted to wrack your brain as to why Draco suddenly showed up after all time. Why had he looked hurt? Was your mind playing tricks on you?
Just before Hermoine finished pushing you and Ron into the classroom, you saw Draco sitting in Ron’s usual seat beside you.
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