Draco - Blog Posts
I may try to draw sketches earlier in the day at least a few more times the next couple weeks. Because now I'm safe to sleep after I get home from any days that start later then most.
Daily Sketch #8 Happens to be Drarry.....I think I redrew Draco's face...too many times. Bleh.
If all dementors looked like this...
who would say no to going to Azkaban?
Translation:
—“Eeeeww, dude, This is not a metal outfit👎
Are you a poser????
It suuuuuuucks”—
Straight up Drarry ❤️💚❤️🔥
💞Harry and Draco💞 Picrew app
Have an amazing day 👑
Here’s a quick doodle of little Draco getting his robes fitted before his first year. I’m sure he talked enough for everyone in the room
Draco Malfoy | Harry Potter Series | Not my gif
Requests are OPEN
Pansy, crying: Oh my God, I must look like a mess right now.
Draco, reaching into his pocket: Here.
Draco: Have some concealer.
Draco: I’m not afraid of anything…except acne and leprechauns.
Pansy: Leprechauns aren’t real.
Draco: I know what I saw!
Draco Malfoy Aesthetic // part 1
Harry Potter Cosplay
So a while ago, I found this harry potter (in character) vlog thing, it had multiple episodes and there was Romione and Drarry, I know it was on YouTube, I just can’t find it anymore. I know one of the first episodes was a Christmas one, where The Golden trio + Draco were playing games, Ron gets offended by Draco (by accident) and Hermione gets so drunk that she dares Harry and Draco to kiss under the mistletoe. I wanted to find it again, and I’ve been looking through my watch history on YouTube, and even my search history, but I couldn’t find it and I was wondering if anyone else knew what I was talking about and knew what the series was called or who the creator was so I could find it again. If I end up finding it, I’ll reblog this post with what it is so others could watch it (if it’s still up that it)
wait everyone rb this and put in the tags who you started reading fanfiction for, and it doesn’t have to be anime
Snape: Miss Granger, pay attention or serve detention.
Hermione: Make me.
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Draco: (in a distance) like one of my french girls.
Hermione: What
Draco: What
Snape: What
Hogwarts: What
can we all just agree that draco malfoy at the yule ball
Wolfstar and Drarry oneshots (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/263133870?utm_source=android&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Saffire078&wp_originator=10YAc4xkoVOYS89bizlHOLfMGDhLlHqDxVWNQ73PKbqq86GzoOenEL9bmBEf4ktkDZTO6p76P%2Flc42zQu%2FpgTl%2F9%2FfZ8p9Ly51XWa86OBp2PdYcpONlLJw1f9koL3sCJ Just some investors for you lot The general trigger warnings. Self harm depression death ECT. Oh and also SMUTTTT
Love this soo muchhh
slytherin
draco x reader
words: 2.7k
warnings: fighting, slightly angsty, swearing,
summary: you are harry’s younger sister, and got sorted into slytherin. (draco is a year older, based on canon timeline)
a/n: this is the longest one ive written so far! hope you like it :)
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You anxiously walk up to the sorting hat, gingerly sitting down on the stool. Scanning the room for your brother, you finally notice him sitting on the Gryffindor table, sending him a small smile. You heard all side conversations pause, everyone waiting in anticipation to see where Harry Potter’s little sister would get sorted.
As you feel the hat settle on your head, you remember what your brother had told you, and immediately started repeating the word Gryffindor over and over.
“Not gonna work this time” you heard the hat whisper. Before you could comprehend what it meant, you heard a loud voice bellow “SLYTHERIN!”
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Does it bother anyone else that Draco spent his whole sixth year repairing the vanishing cabinet??? The deatheaters could have used a portkey to get into Hogwarts. Portkeys are underrated, there is no place in the book that says there’s a barrier around Hogwarts that prevents portkey travel. What about floo powder power? It would have been a year of sneaking around and a suspicious Potter avoided, excluding the trying to kill Dumbledore part.
Bwaaaah~!
The problem with dragons is they tend to extend their wings off the page. I tell them to keep it down, but they won't be bossed around. Relax, dragon!
I think I'll leave it at this for now. I Have tentacles to take care of.
Beauty and the Beast -Part 1
<p>A/N-I know i am a terrible terrible author but i am just posting random stuff to just try to get into the writing flow.If you like it or dont like it do send in your reviews.Please FOLLOW for more. Pairing -Draco x reader ————————————————-Soon after the war,Draco’s parents hinted at his wedding with Y/N L/N the most renowned pureblood families who fought on the winning side.He could not care less really he thought he deserved nothing better.What he did care about was about Y/N .Did she want to marry him, an ex death eater,That was one thing not even with his fortune he could afford. —-Time skip (week later)—————- A large exquisite ball was held at the manor for the L/N’s of course to announce their marriage and just as Draco was wondering he saw her ,in a ravishing black and silver gown.He had a strong urge to give her a passionate kiss but had to supress this feeling. “Looking Gorgeous as ever”,Y/N said, “ Its not good to talk about yourself all the time you know”, Draco replied with his classic smirk. “Hush now Malfoy and thank you ”, You said as you giggled.
And Just seeing her look happy, satisfied gave Draco a smile that had seemed to disappear since year 5. This smile grew wider when he realised that he was the cause.The feeling of making someone else happy and not traumatised because of the pain he had caused as a death eater was so foreign yet comforting- it was bliss. “M'Lady, Shall you Honour me with the first dance?”, Draco said kissing Y/N’s small hand. “Of course Draco”, she said with a small smile. ——Draco’s POV—— She danced effortlessly.The way our bodies moved together in perfect sync feet moving at the right moment.As if we were one.She is so different from the other girls I had known, she does not want to be with me because i belong to the richest families known to the. Wizarding world or because of the way i look.She doesnt worship me, she looks and treats me like an equal. And now, after the war she does not look at me with Pity. She is all I will ever need. And just her touch gives me a sense of wholeness I never imagined existed. —–Y/N’s POV—– I always believed Draco to be a better person. I know for a fact that he is not a snarky,Egoistic person but someone softer. Times change people so much. —–3rd Person POV—- The two had feeling for each other.It was much more than just love, after just one meeting they both trust one another with their lives.And that is what matters the most.
Butterflies & Paper Hearts
Requested: YES/NO
Request: Submitted to my old account - hi ok sooooo i have asked numerous writers for this request because i thrive on angst and fluff 👁👄👁 so here goes: a love triangle between draco, harry, and a ravenclaw reader. the reader’s been known to be head over heels in love with draco and giving him origami hearts everyday for a year or two, which he only throws in his trash bin. he usually just ignores her and finds her gestures annoying and laughable. one day, he goes too far with his rebuttals. the reader, heartbroken and realizing she had no chance at all, stopped pursuing him altogether. for the next few weeks, he found himself weirded out that he hadn’t received any origami hearts. while emptying his trashbin, he discovers that when you unfold the hearts, there were little notes of encouragement and sweet letters. just as he was about to confront her, he notices the reader folding something on her table during class and thinking it was finally another origami heart for him. however, it was a butterfly, and she handed it to harry instead. Jajdjeioa PLS MAKE IT ANGSTY AND FLUFFY IT’S UP TO U ON HOW IT WILL END BUT WOULD BE CUTE IF HARRY MADE THE PAPER BUTTERFLY FLAP ITS WINGS THO Ok sorry for the cliche and long request, take your time and stay safe. I enjoy your writing sm 🥺
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader , a bit of Harry Potter x reader but not really
Rating: None
Warnings: ANGST, swearing,
Summary: Draco doesn’t like you and tries to let you down multiple times, when it finally does work he feels regret wash over him.
Word Count: 3.8K words
Authors Note: I’m pretty sure I completely deviated from what you wanted, I’m so sorry if it’s not satisfactory :( It’s so cheesy and I feel like I messed it up at a few points but either way I liked writing it, it made me very happy to finally write some Draco fluff again.
I had to amend the idea a bit to make it work for me, e.g I wrote this in an AU where Voldemort doesn’t exist because I hate mr. no-nose, and I didn’t make the hearts go on for years.
love you all, jean
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MASTERLIST
Butterflies.
Flying. Soaring. Alive.
The first time that Draco had ever noticed you was in your fourth year. You were sat at the Ravenclaw table and immersed in a discussion with Padma Patil, one that had you laughing so hard that you were throwing your head back and wiping tears from your eyes. The sight had knocked the wind out of his lungs, like someone had just punched him in the stomach, and he felt the weirdest sensation in his gut.
It was butterflies erupting.
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After The War: What Happened To Out Favourite Characters?
So I’ve been reading some fics and hanging around the fandom. And I see a lot of things about what our favourite witches and wizards get up to after Hogwarts. I’m going to share some of my thoughts. The epilogue and Cursed Child don’t exist in this. Good that? Continue. HARRY POTTER Job: Harry, I think, would fit well as the DADA professor at Hogwarts. A final fûck you to old Voldy, yea? Besides, he would’ve been tired of fighting. Tired of playing the part. He’d fit well as the laid back DADA professor. I like to imagine he’d be sort of like Lupin. One thing I think might happen, but am not sure about, is that he’d go to the Americas. Get away from everything. Love: I honestly think he wouldn’t get with Ginny. From what I understand of him and would give an educated guess on, he would take that as a reminder of everything that happened. The war. The deaths. He might be with her for a while, try and appease everyone. But he’d just see Fred. He’d start to drift. Become distant. DRACO MALFOY
Job: While I don’t want this to happen, it might be possible that he’d be kicked out of Wizarding world in Britain. If he wasn’t, he would’ve became a Healer or an Auror(sp?). If he could get a job after the war, he probably would’ve faced prejudice and a bunch of shit. He might’ve left on his own. Obviously not giving up on magic, but just leaving all that shit behind. I think he’d become a Muggle movie star. Playing different roles. Not having to face who he is. Being able to believe, even fleetingly, that he wasn’t Draco Lucius Malfoy former Death Eater. Besides, he’d be good at it. He had to lie all the time. Mask his real feelings. Be someone he wasn’t. Etc. Love: Who knows? I ship Drarry aggressively so I’m inclined to believe that would find its way to work. Though he wouldn’t get with a Greengrass. Or Pansy. Also, he definitely wasn’t straight.
GINNY WEASLEY
Job: Chaser. It’s pretty well agreed upon that she’d become a Chaser for some team or another. I don’t really have much more thoughts. Love: Again, not Harry. I’m not sure how this would go about; she might realise that she was only really attracted to a Harry because he saved her. She might still love Harry but because she’s Ginny fucking Weasley who’s awesome, she’d forgive him.
NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM
Job: Herbology professor at Hogwarts. I’m firmly seated in this belief. Love: Not sure. I like to believe he’d get with Luna Lovegood. They just seem to work perfectly with each other. LUNA LOVEGOOD
Job: Who knows? I think she’d either become a professor at Hogwarts(unlikely, but if so, she’d be Care Of Magical Creatures) or a writer for The Quibbler. Love: Again, who the hell knows? It’s Luna. I learned a long time ago not to try and predict what she’ll do or assume anything about her. Nope. Still, I’m inclined to believe she’d get with Neville.
HERMIONE GRANGER
Job: She’d definitely become the Mistress of Magic(Or Minister of Magic). After that, I’m inclined to believe she’d be the headmistress of Hogwarts. It seems the sort of occupation she’d do. Of course, she’d still be an activist. SPEW would have become a national organisation and succeeded in its mission. Then, of course, she’d move on to other ambitions. Each more noble than the last. No matter how ridiculous they’d sound, how impossible, she’d always achieve them. Love: Now this is a hard one to answer. I don’t like Romione and personally think it’d never work. Maybe they got married but then got divorced after a year or two. I don’t think she’d do much with love.
RON WEASLEY
Job: Auror. I’m certain of this. 100 p% certain. Love: As I stated before, Hermione but then they broke up/ got a divorce. After that, I’m not sure what.
My feelings are strong though few.
And Suddenly, Draco Malfoy x Gen. Neutral Reader
Could one little dance really lead to all this?
A/N: Requested by @takenbytheboogieman . The following below includes somewhat public sex. I tried to make this as character accurate as possible. I apologize if it isn't entirely
Enjoy!
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He didn't know what it was. What changed his mind about you so suddenly. He hated you. He always had. You were in his rival house and you were such an idiot. Inexplicably and unashamedly yourself. It was annoying and zealous. And suddenly, it didn't matter. Had he been wrong about his hatred for you? Was it really his subconscious masking feelings for you out of insecurity? No, surely not. He was imagining things. Still, he couldn't deny the way his chest ached the second his eyes landed on you. It was the Yule Ball, so of course everyone was in formal wear. You included. You looked.. Handsome? Pretty? He couldn't place the right term in his head. But he did know you looked incredible all dressed up like that.
His eyes shamelessly trail over your figure from his spot not so far away. Then his eyes landed on your date; Anthony Goldstein. Jealousy instantly flared within him. Why? He didn't know. He had a date himself. And it wasn't as if he wanted to accompany you to the ball to begin with. He'd taken Pansy. Still, his attention was far from her. The first dance of the night was great. You and Anthony had fun. But there after wasn't as great. Once the first dance got over he ditched you. At first you tried to go dance and hangout with friends, but they all seemed to preoccupied with their own dates and selves.
Which landed you where you are now. Alone and lingering at the refreshment table. The night had barely started, and you already felt like going back to your dorm. At least your bed couldn't ditch you. While you stood there, contemplating your next course of action, a voice drew you from your thoughts. "Well well well" You look up, only to be met with a smug smirk. It was no other than Draco Malfoy. "Who knew you were capable of looking halfway decent. Has hell frozen over?" You roll your eyes at his comment. "Is that what you call a compliment? I feel bad for your date" He scoffs dryly. "Please, Pansy? Don't get me started on her" He takes a step closer to you, earning a look of suspension from you.
"Okay," You put your hands up and take a small step back. "What're you playing at here Malfoy?" He rolled his eyes at your question. Though, you asking it was justified. He was normally horrible to you. "I'm capable of being civil, you know" Before you can respond with something snide, he holds out his hand and continues. "Look, humor me. One dance. That's all I'm asking for." You recoil in surprise. Did he really just say that? Your eyes flicker between his face and extended hand in mild horror. After a moment of hesitation you place your hand in his. His usual smug grin formed. Wasting no more time, he pulled you out on to the floor. When he starts dancing with you, you're not short if stiff and apprehensive.
Though, you do loosen up soon after. You were surprisingly having fun. And Draco wasn't being a total drag either. The music was easy to move along to, energetic and loud. Feeling a bit bolder after a song or two, you grind yourself back against him. A small bit of revenge for his bullying couldn't hurt. His eyes went as wide as pies and he went stiff. You let out a bark of laughter at his reaction. "What's that look for? Never been-" You cut yourself off with a small yelp as he suddenly grabbed your hand and dragged you through the hall towards the exit. "Woah, hey! What're you doing?!" He ignored any and all protests that left your mouth. The two of you got plenty of foul looks from other students.
Given, he was just shoving through people with a dirty look on his face. You tried to apologize to all the people he was pushing around since he was pulling you along with him, but none of them seemed to be able to hear you over the loud music. Or care, for that matter. Soon enough he had you two out in the mostly deserted corridor. Having enough of whatever he was doing, you yanked your hand from his. "Okay, what the hell! What do you think you're doing?!" He scoffs with a look of offense crossing his features. "Me?! You were the one rubbing your arse all over me!" He threw his arms up in exasperated as if to add emphasis to his defense.
"So what?! You wanted to bloody, dance! That's what I was doing! And anyway, that doesn't explain why you brought me out here!" You huff in irritation. His face twitches and he doesn't give you a verbal response. Okay sure, maybe what you did was a little out of line. But it wasn't like a Professor had seen you do it! "Well?" You press on. He glares at the wall, shifting his weight. Your gaze trails down his body. You freeze upon seeing the rather prominent bulge in his trousers. "Oh.." He rolls his eyes with a small scoff. "Yeah. Oh." His tone is nothing short of sardonic. In turn, you shift. It definitely wasn't because you were uncomfortable. Turned on more like it.
He grumbles, feeling completely ridiculous at the awkward air between you that he caused. "Listen, I-" You cut yourself off. His gaze snaps up to you and he sneers. "No, say it." You exhale heavily. "There's a lavatory down the corridor. It's out of order right now, so nobody will be in there" His eyebrows raise at your implication. You mentally slap yourself. What were you thinking? Of course he wouldn't want to do that with you. He hated you. He couldn't control his body's reactions. Just as you open your mouth to voice an apology, his hand is on yours again. He's suddenly pulling you as quickly as he could muster throughout the corridors. You stumble a bit, doing your best to keep up.
In a few short moments you end up in that out of order lavatory you had mentioned. By now he was practically trembling in anticipation. His length throbbed painfully hard in his trousers, begging to be freed. He shoved you into a stall in which you stumbled again and ended up falling back to sit on the toilet. Within an instant, he's in the stall with you and slamming the door shut. Once he's locked the door, he turns back around to face you. You look up at him in surprised and red faced. You exhale softly, putting both hands up again. "Listen, first off, don't toss me around like that. Second, calm the hell down" He sneers at you. "Whatever, not my fault you tripped over your own feet"
He bites his tongue and bristled slightly. He knew you well, if he really wanted this then he'd have to swallow at least a little pride. "Look, I'm sorry. Alright? I didn't mean to- To-" He growls in frustration. He didn't like this, nor was he good at it. When he attempts to continue his jumbled apology, he's cut off by your lips slamming into his. He's quick to return the kiss, his hands flying to your waist. With a few small steps, he presses you up against the wall. His tongue explores your mouth hungrily and he presses his body to yours. He pulls away just enough to mutter into your ear: "Are you sure about this?" His voice was low, and laced with desire. "I am" You whisper back. "Then turn around and face the wall."
Slowly, you did as he told. Wasting no time, he shoved his trousers and briefs down. He let out a small breath of relief at no longer being restrained by the fabric. Next, he pulled what you were wearing away. He pressed himself to you and let out a small gasp. You pressed your hands and chest to the wall for any semblance of support. His hands came to hold your hips as he slowly pushed into you, a shuddering exhale leaving him as he did. You took in a sharp breath, your fingers curling against the wall. He whined once he was mostly inside you. At first he tried to remain at a steady pace. But it did prove to be hard. Your breathing had become labored and more like gasps.
He started to move his hips in a quicker pace, his whining growing lower and more frequent. Though you couldn't see it, he'd thrown his head back and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. His grip tightens on your hips slightly, yet it wasn't at all painful. You hadn't expected him to be so needy. You certainly weren't complaining though. He muttered something incoherent as his hips began to stutter. A long groan left him, and he then began to slowly come to a stop. He presses his forehead to your shoulder and places his hands on the wall the by each of your sides. With a grunt, he pulled out after a moment. His legs felt weak, and he could feel himself trembling.
"You're bloody incredible, you know that?"
(First off, is your pfp Scara Screams from Monster High? LOVE that) also, I think you’re an incredible writer!! Could I request a one shot where Draco proposes to reader in a private setting? Thanks!! <3
It is! I'm so glad somebody caught that 😭 And thank you so much! Hope this captures your vision ＼(^^)／
Alone, Draco Malfoy x Fem. Reader
Draco has been acting strange lately. Find out why.
Enjoy!
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Being with Draco over the last handful of years had its ups and downs. One of those ups was that you'd gotten to know the version of him that was masked behind pride and heartache during your years at school together. One of those downs, on the other hand, was that he could be secretive at times. You didn't hold it against him, not by any means. You knew by now that he was traumatized. So you tried hard not to hold it against him. But at times, it got hard not to assume the worst when he got like that. Avoidant and skiddish. Always on edge and suspicious of everything. He'd been in one of these episodes for a few weeks now.
Of course you'd attempted to talk to him, give any sort of comfort. To no avail, unfortunately. He'd sort of just push you away or say he was fine. Like that was on any level believable. There was a few things that he did that stood out more than others. He'd gone to Diagon Alley without you. Which, would be fine. He's allowed to go places without you. What was odd about it was that he didn't tell you that he was going. And didn't tell you why he went either. But, you let it go. Verbally. He doesn't have to tell you every little thing. Your house elf told you after that interaction that he had taken out a generous amount of money from his vault. That was odd too. Normally he told you when he did stuff like that.
He'd also been staring at your left hand a lot. That bit wasn't all the odd, and maybe you were just overing thinking it. But given his behavior as of late, who could blame you? He'd been hauled up in his study a lot too. From the sounds of it, not doing anything in particularly. The two of you had been living together for some time now, and he often worked in his study. If he wasn't with you, at the Ministry, or dealing with family affairs, then he was in his study. At some point during this episode of his, you'd walked into his study without knocking. He was sat as his desk and looking at something between his fingers rather intensely. Though the second you walked in he panicked and shoved whatever it was he was looking at into a drawer. So you didn't get a look at what he was holding.
As of right now, the two of you were at the manor. He was hosting this huge annual spring party for the Ministry. It was late. Draco had been socializing and putting on his aristocrat face for the whole party. It was late, and you were ready for him to just go back to normal already. No more upper class fake-face, no more paranoia. Just.. Him. Draco. The love of your life. After a tiring conversation with some older woman, you decided you needed some fresh air. You politely excused yourself and awkwardly shuffled about the crowded manor out to the terrace-landing that overlooked the gardens. You let out a heavy sigh and places you hands on the railing. Was this ever going to end? Between this draining party and Draco.. You could feel your own mental state beginning to deteriorate.
You stare out at the gardens. They were beautiful. Large and illuminated by all the lanterns scattered throughout them. That combined with the stary sky made a sight to beheld. Draco, who had seen you going outside quickly felt worry. He politely, but hurriedly excused himself from the conversation he was having and darted outside. He spotted you on the landing at the foot of the staircase he stood before. He did a quick check for something in the pocket of his trousers. After confirming whatever it was hadn't fallen from his pocket, he silently descended the stairs to the terrace-landing. Before a moment of hesitation, he placed a hand on your waist.
You took in a sharp inhale and placed a hand over your heart as your head snapped to the side to look at him with wide eyes. "Oh Merlin Draco.." You exhale, relaxing upon realizing it was only him. Your reaction had surprised him, and he gently rubs your side once you calm. "Sorry love, didn't mean to give you such a fright" You sigh softly and shake your head lightly. "No, it's alright. I was just.. Spaced out I guess" He studies you for a moment before nodding. There's a small period of silence between the two of you as you both look over the garden. You take a glance at his still hand on your waist and smile faintly. Maybe your wishes were coming true.
Just as you go to rest your head on his shoulder, he breaks the silence. "Fancy a walk?" You pause and think over his offer before nodding. "Yes, a walk sounds nice" And with that, he locks arms with you. You walk in pace with him down the stairs and through the gardens. There wasn't anymore words exchanged during this walk. Only thoughts that you both kept to yourself. For the most part, you had spaced out. Draco on the other hand, was panicking inside. All of his strange behavior over the last three weeks had lead up to this very moment. Was it going to be wonderful like in books? Or every possible horrid outcome he'd been imagining? He didn't know, but if he fell through, he would soon.
The two of you reach the grand foundation that sat in the middle of the gardens. It was beautiful and huge, splaying out pretty streams of clean water. Under the glow of the moonlight, the water seemed to be liquid crystal. He walked you around to the far side of the fountain, hiding you from any possible eyes by the manor. He suddenly stopped and unlinked his arm from yours. You gave him a puzzled look as he stood directly in font of you and took your hands in his own. "Do you trust me?" He questions, only confusing you more. "What? What kind of question is that? Yes, of course I trust you" He gives a firm nod at your response, "Close your eyes for me. Don't ask me why or refuse, just do it. Okay?"
Every single one of your senses was telling you to do the opposite of what he just told you to do. Despite yourself, you comply anyway. With a small huff, you close your eyes. His hands slowly pull away from yours. You try to make out what he's doing by sound, but anything he does is masked by the running water beside you. He takes in a deep breath. "Okay.. Open them" A gasp leaves you the second your eyes land on him. He's down on one knee, holding out a ring box. "Y/N," He opens the box, revealing a very pretty silver ring with a heart shaped emerald on it. "Will you marry me?" Your eyes, wide as they could get started to well with tears. You place one hand over your mouth, hiding how agape it was.
He couldn't read your reaction very well, and his facial expression changes slightly. A large smile then begins to form on your lips and you nod. "Really?" He asks in disbelief, a smile of his own threatening to come out. "Yes" You gasp out, tears beginning to fall. Instantly, he springs to his feet and pulls you into a tight hug. He lifts your feet of the ground and spins, earning a squeal from him. This was probably the happiest you'd ever seen him. Slowly, he stopped spinning and the two of you stare into each other's eyes. His grey ones are soft, holding a tender gaze. They flutter shut as he presses a kiss to your lips, gently setting you down as he does. Slowly, he drops down to one knee again and takes your left hand in his.
And with that, he slips the ring upon your finger.
Thieving Eyes, Draco Malfoy x Fem. Reader
The Yule Ball has rolled around and Draco wants you to be his date!
A/N: I feel like a little fluff is needed after my last post, so here it is.
Enjoy!
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He couldn't help the way you stood out. Or how he could pin point your voice in a loud room. Or the way your eyes met across the room. In passing, in the halls and during meals. There had to be something wrong with him. Maybe you were one with the problem. You weren't even his type, right? He couldn't tell anymore. He'd never even paid you any particular mind until the ball got announced to the student body. Instantly his eyes went to you. Apparently you thought the same way, because when he looked up, your eyes locked. For a split second, it was like everything else just faded out. And all there was left was you. In all your beautiful glory. He was so entranced that he hadn't hear the bell ring, or register the fact that you were packing up your things. It only clicked when you got up and walked out of the classroom. Quickly, he sprung to his feet and scrambled to shove all of his own things into his bag.
He darted out of the classroom and snapped his head to either side, trying to make you out in the flood of students in the corridor. Luckily, you weren't too far away. He spotted you walking with two of your fellow housemates: Pansy and Daphne. He shoves his way through the sea of students, paying no mind to be polite or avoid any non-rough physical contact. It didn't take long for him to catch up the group of girls. He silently began to walk along side Pansy. who was on your left. The topic of the conversation you three, now four, was the ball. "So Y/N," Pansy starts with a somewhat condescending smile "Have you gotten a date?" A sigh of resignation left you as you shook your head. "Not yet, unfortunately. I'm hoping to get asked soon. What about you?" You return the question, shooting Pansy a curious glance. She falters momentarily, not having expected you to quip that back at her.
Though, she recovers quickly with a proud smirk. "No," She gives Draco a smug glance "Though, I'm sure a certain somebody is just wait for the right time. Sentimentals and such" A sneer of disgust falls over Draco's features and he rolls his eyes. "Charmed, Parkinson" He drawls in a sardonic tone. You, on the other hand, hadn't seen his expression and read the interaction between the two completely wrong. A tepid smile formed on your lips and you gave Pansy a nod. A few seconds later, Daphne pipes up about her date with Goyle, and seemed rather happy about it. The conversation continued between the two girls with an occasional remark from Draco. You, however, remained silent. Person by person, you all split up to go to your different classes.
Which, ended up with you by yourself. Or so you thought. Draco then spoke up when it was just the two of you left. "Oi Y/L/N, hold on a minute" He says just as you're about to enter your class. You stop and turn your head to look at him, mild surprise on your features. "Uhm- What's up Malfoy?" You question back as you turned your whole body to face him as well. He hesitates and you quirk an eyebrow at him. A huff of frustration left him and he sneered lightly at himself. "Look, just- Just meet me in the common room after dinner alright?" He snaps before storming off. That left you more confused, but you just brush it off and head into class.
The next couple of classes after that, you had all with Draco. In each and every one you kept catching him looking at you. Staring or shooting a quick glance your way. And every time your eyes met his, he'd let out a bothered scoff and instantly look away. Like you'd done something wrong. Which was odd, but you decided against saying anything to him. Then again during dinner. Except he seemed more irritable now. Giving anyone, especially if it were a guy, the coldest death glare you'd ever seen if they spoke to you. Finally, dinner was over, and now dessert was being served. Though, instead of staying for it like you usually did, you got up and left. The way Draco had been looking at your housemates somewhat irked you the wrong way. And he did say to meet him after dinner. Maybe you were taking that bit a little too literally.
Of course, Draco noticed the second you got up. After a few moments, he followed. You were completely unaware of this fact and ended up going to your dorm room to change out of you school robes into something more comfortable. So, it's a bit if a surprise for you when you come back down to the lounge area to see him sitting there waiting for you. The moment you come into his field of vision he sprung to his feet. And very awkwardly cleared his throat. "You wanted to talk to me Malfoy?" As you speak his eyes flicker around the room to double check the two of you were alone. And you were. He gives a small yet firm nod. "Yeah. I did. I wanted to ask you something." Your eyebrows raise slightly. "Oh? Okay, by all means. Shoot" He hesitates, the same way he did in the afternoon. He balls up his fists and puffs out a breath in frustration. This really shouldn't be all that hard for him. But it is. It really is.
After a deep breath, he manages to pull himself together enough to speak. "Will you be my date to the ball, Y/N?" That wasn't at all what you were expecting. Was he serious? Your eyes widen enough to practically pop out of socket. You choke on any words that threaten yo leave your throat. Heat had very quickly and very prominently rose to your cheeks. Bright red like a ripe tomato. "I-I.. Are you serious?" He didn't like that response. Not by a long shot. A look of offense and anger contorted his features and yet another scoff came from his parted lips. "What? Yes I'm bloody serious! What kind of twat do you take me for?" That wasn't a very good reaction. Panic set in and you threw your hands up in surrender. "No no! That's not what I meant! I was just- Surprised! Is all, but yes! Yes I'll be your date, I'd love.. to be your date"
He rolls he eyes and mutters out what sounded like a 'good'. You both stand there a bit awkwardly for a while before he speaks up again. "The night of the ball, meet me at the bottom of the staircase to the dorms. Got it?" You nod, but as you do, he's already storming off. The last bits if disbelief finally wear off and a huge grin spread across your lips. Draco Malfoy, the boy to get, just asked you to be your date! You squeal happily and jump up and down a few times. This was incredible!
The night of the ball arrived faster than anticipated. To say your nerves were fried would be a vast understatement. You'd gotten the most gorgeous dress from one of the shops in Hogesmead that you could find. Though now, standing in front of the mirror with it on felt insulting. What if Draco didn't like it? Or if the color was ugly to everyone else? A million anxieties ran through your mind all at once. Still, it was too late back out now. With a deep breath and a slightly heavy heart, you left your dorm room. Your walk to the main area of the common room was that of a deserted one. There wasn't a single other person around. Probably because they were all the ball already. When you reach the stop of the staircase, Draco's there standing at the bottom of it. Looking rather impatient, actually. That was until he saw you at the top of the stairs. All of that irritation instantly faded.
His grey eyes widen and his jaw slightly slack. A small smile formed on your face. You took your time going down the staircase. Half from fear of how stable your heels were, half wanting to give him a little show. That same awe-struck look remained on his face, his eyes not leaving you once as you came down. "So, how do I look?" You broke the silence as he took your hand to held you down the last few steps. It took him a few seconds to register what you said. He awkwardly cleared his throat, pulling his hand from yours. "Beautiful. Stunning, really" You nod, your smile only growing. "You too. I mean- Handsome. Yeah. Sorry" He scoffs softly, shaking his head with a little smirk. "Right. Let's go now, yeah? Before we're late"
"Oh! Right, yeah" And with that he held out his arm for you to link with your own. Which, you did. The walk to the Great Hall was mostly silent. Just like in class a few days ago, he kept stealing glances at you. Though his eyes weren't sharp. They were softer than last time. As if he were admiring you. And he was. When you two arrived at the hall, it was packed. It was unbelievably beautiful. You look at Draco with a wide smile and squeeze his arm excitedly. Meanwhile, he's trying to act unimpressed. Per usual. After the competitors have their special dance everyone started to join in. You and Draco included. He gives you a teasing eyebrow raise as he lifts you up and spins you. He was a good dancer. You? You weren't bad, but he definitely had a lot pratice. The waltz was fun, and romantic almost. The way he looked at you was the best part.
With a wide smile and adoring eyes. As adoring as they got when it came to him, anyway. When the first dance was said and done, the music was then taken over by a band. A happy squeal left you as the more energetic music started and you take Draco's hand while you dance. This initially shocked him, but it wore off as quickly as it came. He started to dance with you and a few of your friends and/or housemates. The two of you were inseparable for most of the night. There was a few exceptions of course, like then Pansy dragged you off to the lavatory with her, or when he went off to prank some kids from other houses with Crabbe and Goyle. Though, eventually the night have to come to an end. Come the last song of the ball, there was hardly any kids left in the Great Hall. The final song was a slow one. And of course, you'd dragged Draco back out to the floor for it.
He complained that he was tired, but put up no real fight other than that. His hands went to your hips, and your arms encircle his neck. A slow dance for a slow song. The two of you gently sway together, just staring at each other. "Hi." You say in a softer voice with a smile, a hint of a giggle escaping your throat. He quirked an eyebrow, "Hi?" He repeats in a mocking tone. "Yeah. Hi" You grin. He rolls his eyes at you. You two make some small talk about nothing in particular throughout the song. Until it ends, and the two of you stop. When you go to pull away, he doesn't let go. You furrow your brows at him, to which he responds: "Happy Christmas, Y/N."
And with that, he kissed you.