Cowiee

2 284 words Draco x reader Academic rivals, enemies to lovers, time loop, smut, fluff.

"You're ruining everything, you dimwit," Draco sneers, leaning dangerously close into your space.

"Get over yourself Malfoy, you're the one who’s ruining the potion." You snap back, annoyed by his retorts.

Snape grouping the two of you together for this final project was an absolute nightmare. It was ridiculous, everyone is aware of your disdain for each other. You've been rivals since you were first years and first stepped foot on foot in Hogwarts. Everything between you guys is a competition, a battle to best one another.

Right now, he's close enough for you to smell the scent of his expensive, dark vanilla and mint cologne. Your heart does a strange, sudden flutter at the proximity, but you'd much rather jump off the astronomy tower than let him know he's getting to you.

"Bloody hell, If you drop that beetle eye in now we'll explode." he warns, sounding so sure of himself. Know it all. His arrogance never fails to get on your last nerve.

"And? Maybe that's what I want, Malfoy," you shoot back sarcastically, still focused on the potion to ensure a good grade.

Draco rolls his eyes, leaning even closer to you and invading your personal space. "You don't have a single clue on what you're doing, hand it here." He says, attempting to snatch the stirring rod from you.

"No way. I'm way better at potions than you." You refuse, not wanting to surrender the stirring rod. The situation escalates as you both pull it back and fourth, arguing over who should be in charge.

In the midst of your argument something falls out from Draco's robes. The time turner, an unstable family heirloom Lucius had told him to guard, which Draco had promptly ignored and forgotten about until this exact second.

You both pause and watch in horror as the amulet, housing a tiny hourglass in its nucleus, plunges straight into the bubbling brew.

There is a sudden, blinding flash as the liquid turns a violent silver. Before you can even yell at him everything just stops.

Silence.

You're both still in class but everyone's gone. It's just you and Draco and you have not a clue of what just happened. You both stare at each other in confusion, wondering where everyone went.

"What the hell was that?" you question him after working through the shock, staring at the cauldron where only an amulet lies.

"No idea," he says honestly with his eyes still on the cauldron. There's a pause before he raises his head and faces you, grey eyes locking onto yours.

"My father told me to keep it safe. It's some sort of family heirloom. It's a time turner but it's unstable." he finishes, elaborating more on what just happened.

"Are we in the past?" you question, panic starting to creep in despite your best attempts at keeping it at bay.

"I doubt it. Everything looks the same.” he replies after staring around, searching the room for answers.

“We should check the library, search for answers there.” you add after some brainstorming and he nods in agreement before grabbing the time turner from inside the empty cauldron.

You both head to the library to search for answers, deciding to split up in order to cover more ground.

You search everywhere, no corner left unchecked. Every shelf is searched for an answer, eventually even the restricted section.

You're there for a long time, long enough for the sun to set and yet you don't find any answers. You're both sitting together surrounded by countless books, discussing possibilities with each other. For a moment the rivalry between you two is forgotten.

You like his company more than you'd admit.

"We were trying to create an invisibility potion," you start, sharing another hypothesis with him despite the risk of sounding more looney than Luna Lovegood.

He nods along slowly and encourages you to go on, his focus fully on you.

"What if the potion affected the time turner and how it works? Instead of sending us back in time, could it have hidden us from the timeline?" you suggest, flipping through multiple different books on time travel, the invisibility cloak and anything else that might help.

“That's not too out there. It would make sense.” he says after some pondering, opening himself up to the possibility and deciding to accept it as a conclusion.

Suddenly the books all start to rise, floating around and returning to their previous spot. The whole library goes back to how it was before, all your actions becoming undone. The library looks exactly how it did before as though you two never entered it.

Your eyes meet at the same time, both of you having not a clue on why that just happened.

"That was weird." he murders, eyes still locked on yours.

"Very," you say with a nod, acknowledging the creepiness of it all.

"We should stick together," you say quietly after a pause, noticing how late it's gotten and not wanting to be alone in the castle.

"Just to be safe of course." you add, trying to not sound scared. He nods, agreeing with you.

"Right. Just to be safe" he says, going along with your excuse to avoid admitting fear.

You exit the library, walking through the eerily quiet hallways side by side. He intertwines your hands together and you silently tighten your grip, saying nothing about it.

Eventually you two reach the slytherin common room and he takes you into his room. It's huge and neatly organised. It smells like his expensive cologne. You take it in for a few seconds, feeling a bit out of place in your rival's bedroom.

“It's much cleaner than I imagined, nice.” you say teasingly, unable to resist poking at his nerves.

He merely smirks and leans in closer to you, “You've been imagining my bedroom?” he asks, already having a comeback.

You gasp, rolling your eyes at how he twists your words. “Not what I meant, Malfoy.” you reply, looking up at him and pausing when you realise just how close he is.

Your eyes meet and both of you are unable to pull away, unable to ignore the feeling between you and go back to normal. All the years of competing for the top spot in class, all the bitter arguments since first year, they all just seem to melt away under his gaze.

His gaze drops to your mouth for a split second, lingering there for a bit before he goes back to looking into your eyes. The air itself feels thicker, loaded with something.

"Stop looking at me like that." you say quietly, not really meaning it.

"Like what?" he questions softly, eyes firmly locked on your lips.

“Like that.” you whisper as he slowly leans in closer to you.

The tension breaks completely as he closes the gap, his lips pressing against yours in a deep, desperate kiss that feels like heaven. Your hands instantly fly up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, while his large hands find your waist and grip you tightly.

He pulls you flush against his chest, his mouth moving against yours with an insatiable hunger you’ve both been fighting for way too long.

Before you can even think, Draco lifts you up effortlessly, his hands sliding down to support your thighs and you automatically wrap your legs around his waist. You don't break the kiss for even a second, your fingers tangling into his soft blonde hair as he carries you over to the mattress. He deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding past your lips with a soft, breathless groan that makes your entire body tingle.

He brings you down onto the bed, hovering over you without letting you go for a single second. The room is quiet except for the sound of your frantic breathing and the friction of your clothes as you make out on his sheets. His hands are all over you, his touch uncharacteristically tender.

It's perfect, everything you never knew you needed. It's the accumulation of countless fights and years of resenting one another.It's not enough, you need to be impossibly closer to him.

His hand goes underneath your shirt and he pauses, slowly pulling away to look at you.

“Can I?” he asks softly, waiting for your permission. His lips crash back onto yours as soon as you nod, hands now frantically unbuttoning your shirt.

You can feel his cold hands against your bare skin and the sensation has you moaning into his mouth. You slowly stop running your fingers through his hair, desperately grab onto his shoulders before helping him take off his shirt and the rest of his clothes.

He takes off your bra and then pauses again, pulling away to stare at you.

“You're stunning,” he says breathily, unable to take his eyes off of the sight you sprawled out on his bed. He slowly leans in, kissing you slower now, deeper.

His lips trail down, now pressing kisses against your throat. Your hands explore his body, hands caressing his lean torso. You suck in a breath, covering your mouth when you feel him sucking your neck and most definitely leaving marks on it.

His mouth travels further down and until he reaches your boobs, softly taking hold of one of them and pressing a kiss to the side.

“Gorgeous.” he says quietly before sucking your nipple softly, one hand of his now caressing the other.

He looks up at you and lets go of one of your boobs, pulling your hand away in order to hear you.

“Tell what you want princess.” he says while gently pinching one nipped and sucking the other, relishing in the sounds you're making.

"You." You say breathlessly to which he places a few more kisses to your boobs and up your neck again before his lips finally meet yours.

His hands travel down your body and before he slowly parts your legs. He pulls your panties off, exposing your wetness and leaving you now completely.

"So perfect." he murmurs, in between kisses before slowly inserting one of his fingers inside of you.

You throw your head back, moaning out his name and wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. He starts off slow, waiting for you to get used to it before increasing the pace. He slowly adds another finger and starts kissing your neck, basking in the sound of his name repeated over and over like a mantra.

"More." you whine needily, pulling him closer to you. It's not enough. You want—no, you need him inside of you.

“Please Dray, need you” you beg in between moans.

“Yeah princess?” He asks, increasing his speed at your words and pulling away right before you can cum on his fingers.

You whine at the sudden emptiness but it doesn't last for long when he finally takes off his boxer and frees his throbbing hard cock.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck before slowly inserting himself inside of you. Your eyes roll back at the feeling and you scratch at his back.

He groans at how good you feel but holds back, giving you time to adjust to his size. After a brief moment he starts to move, thrusting into you and inserting himself deeper inside of you until you've taken every inch.

“You like that?” he asks into your ear, going faster when he feels you tighten around him.

“You feel so good.” he groans, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders in order to thrust even deeper inside of you.

“It's too much Dray” you moan, scratching at his back and being unable to handle how good he's making you feel. He's so big, you feel him everywhere.

“You're mine. Say it princess, no one else gets to have you like this. No one makes you feel like this.” he groans against your ear, punctuating every word with a brutal thrust.

“Yours. I'm yours alone, Draco.” You moan, nodding frantically. His thrusting starts feeling deeper and deeper and something tightens inside of you until it finally snaps.

You cum all over his cock and he smirks smugly, pulling you into a kiss while continuing to thrust into you.

His thrusts start to feel more desperate, frantic until he eventually stops, realising inside of you.

He kisses you desperately, as though unable to get enough of you but eventually manages to make himself pull away. He places a kiss against your cheek and smiles at you, taking in just how wrecked you look.

He slowly pulls out of you, the loss leaving you slightly aching. He gently moves your leg off of his shoulders before wrapping his arms around you. He lays down next to you before picking you up and laying you on top of him.

“You did so good. I'm never letting you go.” he says while gently rubbing your back, staring at you with eyes full of adoration. He softly kisses your forehead before covering you both with his blankets and tightening his grip on you.You fall asleep in his arms, all of your fears momentarily forgotten.

You wake up in his arms with everything back to normal. You can hear people pacing around, getting ready for the day and to go to their classes. The heavy, suffocating silence of the loop is completely gone, replaced by the mundane morning chaos of the Slytherin dungeons.

Angst, Draco gets the dark mark, 400 words

He’s been pulling away lately.

You tried to dismiss the thought, burying it under excuses and calling it an overreaction. You told yourself you were just overthinking. There was so much going on at the Manor these days, it was only natural for him to be drained.

But your fears could no longer be ignored. Not with the crushing weight of his absence.

It wasn't his fault, Draco loves you; that was practically a universal truth. He loves you. You know he loves you. Why else would he have taken you to the Yule ball and stared at you as if you were the only thing in the world he could see? Why would he have introduced you to his parents?

Was it all a cruel joke? You ignore the thought before it can go any further.

You remember the countless holidays spent at the Manor, the way he’d pull you into empty corridors just to have a moment alone with you and breathe.

Every corner of the castle holds a shared memory, every area belonging to a chapter in your story together. In the beginning, you hated each other, detesting everything the other stood for. But somehow, a relationship bloomed. He went from Malfoy, the annoying boy in Slytherin, to Draco—the absolute love of your life.

Lately though, he’s a ghost.

"You’re staring, darling," he murmured from his desk. He didn't look up from his books. His voice was flat, devoid of the warmth that usually came out around you.

You paused for a moment, staring at him and searching for something. Slowly, you get up from his bed and approach him.

You reached out to touch his hand but he flinched, pulling his sleeve down so fast it was like you’d tried to stab him. It was like he was burned by your touch.

He looked off, his skin was a sickly grey, his eyes were missing the sparkle in them.

"Honey, talk to me," you pleaded softly, sounding concerned.

He finally looked at you then with the same tenderness as always, eyes welling up with tears.

He looked at you like you were a dream he was forced to wake up from and slowly lifted his sleeve, revealing the reason why he's been distant.

Boyfriend Tom Riddle who loves you so much, always wanting the best for you.

Boyfriend Tom Riddle who calls you beloved.

Boyfriend Tom Riddle who protects you. Anyone who speaks ill of you or upsets you being silenced by him.

You're bewitching, breathtakingly gorgeous, as he claims. It's inevitable for people to stare when you walk, to crave what's his.

Boyfriend Tom Riddle who remarked nothing when he saw some Gryffindor oaf pathetically attempting to make advances on you, only for him to randomly disappear the next day.

Boyfriend Tom Riddle who is ruinously devoted to you, he doesn't hesitate to burn all that stands in your way and to get rid of any obstacles in your path.

Boyfriend Tom Riddle who drops to his knees in front of you, promising you the world and giving you a promise ring.

Boyfriend Tom Riddle isn't dating you, he's courting you.

Boyfriend Tom Riddle who, upon overhearing a jealous girl at a Slytherin party insulting your intellect, instantly silenced her with a hex, making it so she couldn't open her mouth anymore.

Boyfriend Tom Riddle who finds it unacceptable for anyone to breathe a word against you, making sure that girl’s reputation was utterly ruined by the next morning.

Boyfriend Tom Riddle who looks at you with such intense admiration that it almost scares you while simultaneously making you feel like the only girl in the world.

Boyfriend Tom Riddle who isn't liked by your friends. They all tell you that he's bad—framing your love as some messed up story where possession and infatuation is wrongly labeled as affection.

Boyfriend Tom Riddle who doesn't need to convince you to cut them off, you know they're all just envious of what you have.