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STOP THIS IS SO GOOD

i desperately need quality time with draco ugh like we dont even have to do much, just drown in blankets and cuddles on the bed while watching a horror movie. PLS he would be scared of them and i would def tease him

"'S alright dray don't be scared"

"Shut up 'm not scared"

No, stop cuz he would actually watch it and act all tough but when you look up at him, his eyes are closed and he flinches at every harsh sound the movie makes, but he's trying, he really is, because you wanted to see the movie, and even though he's terrified he still tries to be tough for you and hugs you, so you can find refuge on his shoulder, but he's secretly wishing you'd baby him and reassure him that you're there and that it's ok, that you're not gonna leave his side, whilst his head lays on your chest and your fingers tangle in his hair, and that's just what you did as soon as you saw this sight of him, his squinting and focusing on decorations on your room to distract himself, made you realize this movie was torture to him, so you immediately turn it off and he questions it given your previous eagerness to watching it "why'd you turn it off?" You hesitate to answer truthfully not wanting to make him feel bad and say "I'm sleepy, come'ere i wanna cuddle you" he believes your statement but tries to act tough and says "no, let me cuddle you" even though all he wanted in this moment was for you to hold him "shut it Malfoy and stop being stubborn, now get your ass here" you turn on your side to cuddle him and he lowers down to fit into the crook of your neck while your legs tangled under the cozy blanket, as he snuggles into you he casts wandless spell that came in handy plenty of times, and the fluffy almost cloud like duvet tucked you in, he complained "how can you watch that? That's bloody masochism" you rolled your eyes ignoring his pathetic attempts to seem tough, he spoke again "i mean only a crazy person enjoys watching that" you were about to burst out laughing but decided to make light if the situation by saying "I'm crazy about you Draco" he blushed...a lot, minutes pass by, the room was cold and the rain splattered on the window, but somehow you and Draco seemed to defy temperature by keeping eachother warm, as the thunder rumbled and growled Draco held on a little tighter which seemed impossible, but he ceased to snuggle a little closer everytime, you almost giggled at his babied antics and said "sure you wanna cuddle ME now?" A muffled response cam from under the sheets "shut up" his cheek was squished against your chest which made his response almost inaudible, for a second you stopped your movements on his back and head, to what he almost threw a tantrum at, peaking his head from the duvet "why'd you stop?!" You giggled more, your boyfriend was an actual child, you continue your movements and said "ok, ok I'm sorry" as he snuggled back in your chest, this snuggly position and the warmth you gave eachother made it incredibly difficult to wake up in the morning, but it didn't matter anyway, since the next day was Saturday

Wow that's a little longer than I expected lol, i hope you like it <33

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holy hell that ending is strong, this is fantastic <3

shrike // d.m.

summary: your first and last conversation with draco after you’ve parted ways. contains: so much angst, like christ, you’ll either be so moved or so disgusted. a/n: not me trying to be poetic and failing miserably.

‘songs of the forest’ hozier collection

you can feel draco’s gaze from across the hall. it’s as if it’s searing straight through you and holding you in place. your classmates are beginning to usher into their respective classes, but you and draco stay still, afraid one false move will send the other running scared.

it’s been only a few weeks since you’ve broken up, and neither of you are really coping. you’re sure he’s fine, though, judging by the way he struts about the school, snickering with his posse and not sparing you a second glance.

it’s hard not to think back to the months of back and forth. months of giving far more than you got, insecurities taking over and turning you into someone you didn’t want to be. months of textbook manipulation and too many white lies to count. part of you hopes he’d at least loved you, though you could never be certain.

you don’t realize how long you’ve been frozen to the stone floor until he’s making his way over to you, a strange look in his eye you can’t quite place.

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Under the Mistletoe | D.M.

Summary: you and your colleague Draco get caught under mistletoe in the atrium of the ministry 

Warnings: the k word, questionable writing that i’ll blame on having covid lmao

Word Count: 1,222

A/N: fluffmas took a bit of a backseat but i’m back!

MASTERLIST | FLUFFMAS MASTERLIST 

“So uh, how do you want to do this?”

The blonde Adonis in front of you simply raises his eyebrow, “You suggest something other than the obvious? I thought you were my favourite colleague for your brains and not your height.” He teased.

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“How the hell does she read these?” He asked as he showed you a page, with a picture of two Quidditch players from opposing teams, embracing, with a headline that read “Enemies To Lovers”.

PLS boi you were reading it too, I see you.

“Let’s just kiss, to see what it feels like,” he shrugged, as if he was saying he had eaten scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast.

gotta love that casualness. the description is *chefs kiss*

And you made a promise to yourself, at that instance, that you would never let him go.

me rn:

ABSOLUTELY AMAZING JOB LEYLA YOU WONDERFUL WRITER

omg i saw ur spontaneous kiss event and pls can i req a draco malfoy x reader with prompt number 3 ??? thank u sm (no pressure ofc<3) love ur writing btw! have a nice day 💓💓

Prompt:

3. The best friend’s to lovers ‘’let’s just kiss to see what it’s like, they kiss, followed by the characters pulling away, eyes still closed, forehead against forehead, lingering... and then they go in for the second kiss’’ kiss.

Author's Notes: Hey there Anon! Loved writing this, thank you for requesting 💫 I still have 2 spots left for the event if anyone wants to request, link is below!

Word Count: 900

leydileyla's Spontaneous "Kiss" Event

Just For a Laugh || Draco Malfoy X Reader

You watched him as he sat beside you, going through one of the awful gossip magazines Pansy had left behind in your dorm. He was leaning against your bed, as you both sat on the floor. You noticed the way he frowned whilst reading caused a small crinkle to form between his brows, the way his lips pursed tightly together as he flipped through the pages. Your best friend, Draco Malfoy. The boy you had known since you were kids, the boy who had changed dramatically after the war, after everything you had both been through.

"How the hell does she read these?" He asked as he showed you a page, with a picture of two Quidditch players from opposing teams, embracing, with a headline that read "Enemies To Lovers".

"I really have no idea. And you don't have to either Draco," you chuckled as you scribbled away on a piece of parchment for a D.A.D.A. assignment that was due the next day.

"I'm hate reading Y/N, there is a difference," he mumbled, whilst turning a page with an audible huff. "When will you be finished with that?" He asked, gesturing towards your work.

"Almost finished. Got anything else on your mind?" You asked nonchalantly, leaning over to reach one of the books that were laying across the carpet you were seated on.

"I do actually," he replied, and you noticed the devilish tone he bore in his words. The tone he usually carried when he was about to suggest a prank, or something sinister.

"Draco, I really don't have time to plan an elaborate prank to torment Potter," you laughed, as the tip of your finger traced a sentence about the 'Protego' charm from the book you had just picked up. You felt startled when he put his own fingers on yours ever so gently, making you stop what you were doing and look at him.

"No, I've actually got something else on my mind. Something much better," The trademark Malfoy grin was widely spread across his face.

"Oh don't tell me you've been getting ideas from that awful magazine," you mocked him, starting to feel slightly intimidated by the look he had in his eyes, it was making you feel nervous.

"Let's kiss," he cocked an eyebrow and lowered it back down simultaneously, like he was challenging you. You felt panic rise in your chest,

"What?" You managed to spit out,

"Let's just kiss, to see what it feels like," he shrugged, as if he was saying he had eaten scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast.

"Draco Malfoy, I think I'll be taking that magazine off of you, it's not affecting you well."

"Oh come on, you're my best friend. We've done much worse things together, I'm just curious. What do we have to lose?" He said, rather matter of factly. And you hated him for it. Yes, you had done much, much worse things together, things like plotting against your former headmaster. The idea came much more logical when you contrasted it to all the dark times you had spent collectively. Just an innocent kiss, a kiss between two friends who had known each other since what felt like eternity. He was right, what did we have to lose?

"Okay then, just a kiss. Just to see what happens," you stated.

"Just for a laugh,"

"For a laugh indeed." You nodded, retrieving a smile from him. And that's when you noticed how close you were initially sat next to him, becoming aware of his presence, of his scent. You saw his pupils dilating, as you leaned in, wondering if he would close his eyes when your mouths met. Wondering how his lips would feel against yours, wondering how he would taste. The last thing you saw was a smile forming on his face, before you shut your eyelids tightly, for the kiss.

You were surprised as to how familiar it was. How much his lips felt like home against yours. Both of you stood still for a moment, letting the inhibitions linger in the air. And then, ever so slowly, he started to move his mouth. You left yourself loose to the flow, to his flow. The collision of your lips were in perfect unison. You knew Draco Malfoy. You knew him better than anyone in the whole wide world. And he knew you. He knew you better than you did.

A soft chuckle escaped from your lips when you noticed what you were doing. He pulled back, resting his forehead on yours. All you could hear, was the beating of your heart that echoed through your body. To have him so close, to have his permission to be able to kiss him, was something you didn't want to miss out on. You reminded yourself that you both had nothing to lose, that this was just two friends kissing. Therefore, you found the courage to lean in and kiss him for the second time, this time much more boldly. Your whole body filling with relief when he responded eagerly. Your breath hitching when you felt his hands cup your cheeks firmly, as if to never let you go.

And you made a promise to yourself, at that instance, that you would never let him go. He was your best friend, and being able to kiss him, had easily became one of the most delightful moments of your life.

• leydileyla's Harry Potter Masterlist •

AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS. starting from the cookies, i mean, its COOKIES. OFC I ALREADY LOVE IT. IT WAS SO FOOKING FLUFFY TOO I LOVED IT.

Mmm cookie's!

Draco x reader

Summary: you make Draco your famous cookies to surprise him after a long day of school

Warnings?: Insinuations of sex, eating, other than that just pure fluff

A/n: this has been in my drafts for way too long but I finally finished it, enjoy!

Y/L/N = Your Last Name

Draco walks by the Slytherin common room on his way too his dorm. As he's walking by he gets a wiff of a heavenly sent, that only intensifies as he gets to to his room;

Opening the door, he closes his eyes taking in a deep breath, appreciating the sweet scent, he opens his eyes and there you where sitting on his bed with a batch of freshly made cookies. He couldn't help but smile really big at the sight of your lovely presence.

The cookies were in a small basket of some woody material with a decorative ribbon around the handle, that laid on your lap, coincidentally your hair had a ribbon intertwined in your braid just like the one on the basket.

he slowly walks towards you as he puts down his backpack, and leans over you to greet you with a kiss.

"Hello darling..." He said, as he places a kiss on your forehead, you where quickly reply "Hi babe, i made you something..." Lifting your chin and smiling cheekily, slightly lifting the basket so it was more than obvious you made him your most delightful concoction yet.

Draco raised his brows pretending he didn't know what you were referring to, you basically shoved the basket on his face and said "i made them for you dummy"

Draco stood Infront of you acting shocked "for me? Me? Draco Malfoy?" you gave in on his antics and replied "yes, i mean...they were for my boyfriend... but I guess I'll make an exception since you're pretty cute.."

Draco acting a little hurt but still playing along responded "I. Am. Not. Cute." in a lower voice, but quickly retuned to character with a sneaky tone on his voice "well then he better not find out this mischievous act of yours, I wouldn't want to share it with anyone else..." you where confused as to what he was referring to so you asked "whom? Me or the cookies?"

He swiftly but carefully grabbed a cookie out of the basket as if an alarm would go off if he'd make a wrong move, stood up straight and turned around on his heel to head the bathroom shower and while still chewing he said "both..." And entered the bathroom to turn on the shower, as the water heated up he picked out some new clothes and some of his for you to wear as well.

An extended arm in front of you, as an invitation to get up from the bed and join him "my lady-" you rolled your eyes "would you care for a shower with me?" You played along once again "well of course, but I would in fact prefer a rather... relaxing expirience than the typically.... sensual ones you are known for Mr. Malfoy" he quirked a brow and said "as you wish mademoiselle" and you both stepped into the rather steamy bathroom.

The shower was mostly quiet, but he didn't fail to make you giggle every few minutes, he took care of you, washing your hair gently and every few seconds planting kisses on every bit of your skin.

After the shower, you enjoyed the warm, crunchy but chewy, soft cookies while you sat in between his legs as he detangled your hair carefully with a comb, Draco lent down to your ear and said "you know Mrs. Y/L/N... I do feel rather special... out there people were going wild at the receding scent of you delicious treats" you where actually caught off guard and responded "wait really?"

"Mhm Theo was going nuts looking for the source" as he took a bite if a cookie he almost moaned.

Slightly turning your head to look at him you said "well then it's a good thing I saved some for him and Blaise, they wouldn't be able to forgive me if they found out I made cookies and only shared them with you Mr. Malfoy"

Your cooking has always had a special part in Draco's heart.... even the not so delicious one as well.

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Presents.

draco malfoy x reader | smut | dark au

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summary : receiving presents from your stepdad on christmas.

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“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

Your mother greeted you as you walked downstairs, approaching her in annoyance. If it wasn’t because of her yelling and threatening you, there’s no way you would get out of your bed.

“Thanks Mom.” You took the gift, playing along with your mother’s game. Yes, it was an act, she just wants to look nice in front of her new husband.

Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.

He was just a few years older than you. Married to your mother just because of a contract, told you himself.

When your mother introduced him to you, you were captivated by his beauty and aura. The dark mark that was still on his arms enough to intimidate you, but somehow it’s making him look more.. ravishing.

“Merry christmas, Y/n.” His call of your name brings you back to the reality.

“Oh- thank you, Draco.” You opened his gift, not bothering to open your mother’s,

“Wow this.. is so beautiful Draco.. It must’ve costed a fortune.”

It was a beautiful necklace, made with a diamond that you for sure know it costs a lot. You look up to him, he was already smiling at you.

“Don’t worry about it. I picked it myself, I know it would look perfect on you.”

“Thank you, Draco..” You pick up the necklace, wanting to put it on your neck,

“Want me to help you putting it on?” Your mother eyed her husband suspiciously but shrugged it off quickly.

“Yes please.” He stifled his groan when he heard you say that, so innocently. Oh how he imagined you would say that when he has full control of your body.

The hairs on your neck rise up, your body tensed up, your breath stuck in your throat as his fingertips brushed your skin. He was sending shivers down your spine and he knows it.

Draco carefully putting the necklace on your neck. His cock twitched in his pants when he brushed the back of your neck purposefully with his fingers, and hearing your breaths got heavier.

“There you go. It looks beautiful on you.” He whispers into your ear making your cheeks heated, neither of you two cares about your mother’s presence there.

“Thank you, Draco.”

>>>>>

2 am.

And Draco still couldn’t sleep.

The desire to have your pretty pussy wrapped around his cock was burning in his body. He needed you, so bad.

He look over your mother, hatred showing in his eyes. If it wasn’t for the contract that she trapped him to, he wouldn’t have to marry her.

He could’ve had you instead.

Oh, fuck it. He thought before getting out of the bed, grabbing another present he got for you, the real present he knew both of you would love.

>>>>>

“Draco? What are you doing here at 2 in the morning?” You asked, surprised to find Draco in front of your door.

“I forgot that there’s another present for you.” He said simply making your eyebrows furrowed jn confusion.

“Couldn’t you wait until tomorrow?”

“No. This one I know you would like it.” You eyed the gift box in his hand before nodding at him, letting him in your room.

You shouldn’t have done that. But goddamn you were glad you did that.

“A belt? a-and what’s the vibrator f-for?” Your voice were shaking with nervousness, looking up to his eyes that now are full of lust and desperation.

—

When Draco met you for the first time, his first instinct was to have you under his control.

He observed the way you would act so innocently like a sweet little girl when your mom is around. But behind those innocent acts, he knew you were nothing but a dirty little slut, especially when it comes to your so-called-step dad.

Because here you are, searching for your way out of his tight grip when he had your wrists tied up with a belt above the headboard, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he stimulates your throbbing clit.

3 times, he already got you thrice with his mouth, fingers and the vibrator he gave you. And he still has no plan on stopping, your sobs, pleases, and whines made his erection grow even harder.

“D’you like this, pretty girl? It looks beautiful on you, suit your innocence a lot.” He teased, lifting your necklace with his finger.

You tried to mutter the words to answer him, but the way the vibrator moved inside you and his thumb rubbing your clit was making your head dizzy.

“Answer me, little whore.” He slapped your cheek, not hard to seriously hurt you but enough to send the sting goes right to your sensitive heat down there.

“I- I do daddy I love it! ‘m sorry it just feels s’good..” Your back arching higher feeling the knot is ready to snap.

“Aw that’s made daddy so happy, sweet girl. Look how grateful his slutty princess is for him. That’s why he loves spoiling her.”

He withdraws the vibrator out of you making you whine out. Not when you were so close. Draco chuckles lowly before unzipping his trousers tossing it to the floor.

“Look how hard you always made me, Y/n.” He rubbed up and down his tip against your sensitive clit before slowly pushing into you.

“Oh- Daddy..” You moaned out loud feeling his cock throbbed inside you.

“Fuck. I know you’re gonna feel so good, pretty girl. Your sweet cunt squeezing me so tight I can’t barely move.” He holds you, pressing your body closer to him as he started to pick up his pace, thrusting into you.

You tugged harshly at the belt, feeling like you’re not being able to take the pleasure in the right way. The way his cock moved felt right inside you, pleasuring you in the most possible way and that’s only him who could do that.

His thrusts were getting faster and harder each time that you can’t keep up. Your body moved uncontrollably underneath him. To Draco, that was the best sight he ever seen that he swore he could cum instantly by seeing your body squirmed.

“Daddy I- please..”

“Oh sweets, look at you. Have I fucked you dumb? Tell me what you want, darling.” The nickname sounded more like mocking as he circled your clit helping you to reach your high.

“Wanna cum- please.. s’close..” Tears of pleasure ran down your cheeks as Draco’s name left your mouth repeatedly. He groaned onto your neck.

“Then cum. Cum for your daddy, dumb slut.” Your legs shook as you let go of the feeling, covering his cock in your juices.

“Fuck. Milk my cock Y/n, ‘m gonna cum so much in you until you can’t take it anymore.” His hips stutter, thrusts getting unsteady as he found his release.

You could feel his cum painting your walls white as he spilled inside you, just like his promise, it was never ending, he came a lot. Draco panted heavily, he never came this hard before.

He examined your fucked out body, chuckling deeply as he thrusted one last time to keep his cum in you. You hissed when he pulled out, your mind is still fuzzy after what just happened, with your step dad.

Then the reality hits you hard, when he finally kissed you. He kissed you. Lovingly, full of passion.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

a/n : i know i’m so late for christmas fics but here u go 😭💔

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“What is that? I swear to Merlin, if you turn me purple.”

LMFAO i can imagine him saying that.

STOPP THE CONFESSION WAS ADORABLE.

“None that I know of, but if it makes you this friendly, I might have to insist you wearing a leaf patch constantly.”

HJDKS summer you popped off with this fic. literally so adorable. soft draco is the best.

Who Could Have Guessed? ¬ Draco M.

Plot - The greenhouse was the last place you'd expect to find the Slytherin Prince, but what was more unexpected was his confession.

Genre - Fluff

Pairing - Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!fem!reader

Notes/Warnings - Happy New Year peoples!! This is for the Harry Potter writing event and I really hope you enjoy <3

Swearing warning, mentions of blood, Draco being a bit of a wreck but cute

Word Count - 1.3k

Rumbling through the messy drawers, fingers aching to find that silly booklet of herbs that could help halt this throbbing pain. Once kept-hair now fell in strands against Draco’s frustrated face and framed his frantic eyes that were bloodshot from attempting to hold back tears.

The moon rippled over the greenhouse, sending faint light onto all the snoozing plants and flourishing flora. But those alluring beauties had no use to the pureblood, no, he needed Mimbulus mimbletonia.

Spell after spell failed in his attempt to fix the vanishing cabinet, struggling to master the techniques needed to solve the problems that lay before him, and unfortunately, one of the spells backfired, causing gnarly cuts to take over his unblemished pale forearm. Being hurt wasn’t a valid excuse to halt the Dark Lord’s request, and so he sought the sap of mimbulus mimbletonia.

“Oh, for fuck sakes, where is this stupid thing?”

“I’m pretty sure the plant won’t apperate to your hand if you swear at it.”

That teasing whisper caught the blonde off guard, sending him into high alert at the prospect of being seen in such a pathetic situation. A Malfoy stealing a plant in the midnight hours? Unfathomable.

Wand raised as he turned to meet the fellow-intruder, preparing to obliviate them. But as his eyes locked with theirs, the height of his wand slowly fell until it was resting by his side.

A lone Hufflepuff, a student who should definitely have meant nothing to him. And yet, this was the witch who had taken his interest earlier in the year after she’d hexed him for the Slytherin gang's unkind words towards her friend.

Her hair hung effortlessly, almost if she had paid no mind to it and yet, it still looked perfect. Sweater clinging to her figure, coloured like sunshine that seemed to radiate from her being at all times. She was effortless, she was good, she was unattainable to such darkness.

“I feel like I should report you, but this is very intriguing. Draco Malfoy breaking in? It’s like a scandal.” The giggle that rang through the air following her words made his heart flutter.

Weighing up the consequences and attempting to pull any ounce of logic to his being; with little luck as the sight of you clouded his heart and the ache of his wound dulled his mind. If he asked for help, would she be disgusted or curious? Or would she run and report him to Flich?

“A spell backfired, and I need to heal my arm, but I can’t find the stupid mimbulus mimbletonia. So, as you now know that I am not doing anything evil, you can go back to bed and forget you ever saw me”

Turning hastily away from her entrancing gaze as the blonde tried to focus on finding the elusive remedy. The rattling sounds of drawers being tugged open filled the greenhouse once more, before her velvet tones broke the dissonance.

“Show me your arm”

“What? Why?”

Stepping forward to rest a lone hand against his shoulder, attempting to calm his irritated movements. “So, I can help you. If I see the wound, I might know another plant that could fix it.”

Draco’s throat emitted a stammer breath, the weight of her hand seemed to double as his heart raced at the small amount of care being offered to him. Even though she had every right to turn away and leave the Slytherin to his own pain, she offered help.

Cautiously turning to meet her eyes again, preparing himself for the worst as he gently raised the fabric till it bunched up at his elbows. The harsh red contrasting with the burgundy of dried blood, those slits varied in size but all seemed to ooze pain in the same way.

Watching her face contort into that of concern sent a pain through his heart, much to his dismay. “Oh, Draco, that looks painful. The good thing is that I know exactly how to help.”

Sauntering towards the rickety cupboard that looked daunting amongst the greenery. Noting every movement she made, every huff of frustration and every little self-directed word that fell from those lips. He wasn’t sure if it was the pain making him feel fuzzy, or being alone with her.

A small exclamation of delight burst from her figure as she hurried back to the resting blonde with a small box with emerald leaves littered within. Fumbling with the lid as she gestured for him to take a seat, allowing her to work on his wound.

“This might hurt a bit, but we have to keep it on for a few minutes.”

Reaching out to place the floral covering over the nasty cuts, only to be stopped by his panicked voice. “What is that? I swear to Merlin, if you turn me purple.”

Her laughter rang through his bones, laughter that he had caused. That sound was liquid sunshine and he would drink it everyday if he were able, as if he could never be quenched.

“Oh shush, it’s just shrivelfig leaves. I’m not really in the business of turning people purple, yellow is more my colour”

With a quick wink, the light of her fingertips grazed over his wound with a tender touch that he swore was healing. The press of the leaf pulled a pained wince from his lips, reminding him of the situation he was currently in.

As she backed away, he worried that she’d send him off to deal with the healing back in his dorms. But alas, she rested herself upon a precarious looking chair, covered in veins and spontaneous flowers.

“So, wanna tell me how you did it? Could pass the time”

Assessing the panicked look that fell over his face at those words, she was quick to correct. “Or, you could tell me about something else? Some super embarrassing story maybe?”

A gentle snicker left his lips as your odd request. Brain thinking up a story, but his mouth already raced on, with his heart manning the reins. “Well, being caught in a greenhouse at midnight by my crush is definitely in the top 5 of my embarrassing moments.”

The silence in the air hung like a guillotine, waiting to fall at any hint of a problem. Draco swore that his chances of ever speaking to her again faded as the words left his mouth, but what he hadn’t expected was giggles.

Giggles erupted from her gut, causing a flushed look to fall across her beaming cheeks as she clutched her chair to centre herself. It was a pure sight to witness, letting the happiness and joy overtake her being as he watched in fear of what this meant. Was she laughing at how pathetic his confession was?

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, just I-. Just wow, who could have guessed that the prize of Slytherin would fancy a Hufflepuff.” Wiping the laughter tainted tears glistening behind her eyes as she spoke. “You have to see the comedy in it, Draco.”

“In my defence, I don’t know many Hufflepuffs who could hex someone whilst looking that beautiful. Basically, your fault that I fancied you.” The sincerity of his words frightened him. Only 10 minutes ago, he had feared speaking to her and now he spoke as if she’d been his only confidant. “Wow, what other magic does this leaf have?”

“None that I know of, but if it makes you this friendly, I might have to insist you wearing a leaf patch constantly.”

Those sparkling orbs met his as he clung to the confidence she raised in him. Expectations of the Dark Lord be damned, family pressures begone from his mind, and any feeling of being the Slytherin prince mattered not. Because he held her attention and that’s all that mattered in the moment.

His lips parted to speak but no sound escaped, so she took that as her opportunity to make the first move instead. “Once that arms healed, maybe you could take me to Hogsmeade and we can see if the friendliness is a long-term side effect.”

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THIS IS SO LOVELY

You are so Lovely to be Around

Summary: Draco being ridiculously in love with a Ravenclaw, and then confessing it in the end. That's it, that's the plot.

Warnings: Fluff. Simp!Draco. Ravenclaw!Reader. Idiots to lovers. Draco's a tall awkward idiot. Theodore comes between the two, so we don't like him in this fic.

a/n: first work of the year :3

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Ravenclaw are brilliant. Apart from Slytherin, it was perhaps the only bloody bearable house at Hogwarts. Ravenclaws. They're— astute; witty; smart. More brains in them than a skull could contain.

Draco had heard throughout the span of his life, the blemishes and fissures of all the other houses. Gryffidor's too 'dumb', Slytherin's too 'evil', Hufflepuff's too 'weak.'

Ravenclaw was flawless.

But— he'd never have known that they could be so lovely.

He'd known that they could be so faultless— perfected to the bone type of faultless to be precise.

Draco sat on the beige colored ground with Y/N beside him, her face buried in their current assignment.

It was November now. The sky was grey, and the hues muted and brown. The foliage of trees, grass, leaves were scattered over the ground— swayed away by the winds of winter as if it winter were death.

"Draco— you are a fool" She said, his attention turned away from the scenery, as he looked at her, her nose scrunched as though smelled something bitter.

"Why, Ravenclaw, do you make my heart rot?" Draco mimicked the words back sarcastically. She glared at him and shut the book down with a 'thud'.

"I give you heartache because, you are a complete idiot that forgot about the Runic Scripture essay!"

His eyes slightly widened, and hers flashed with annoyance. His eyebrows pinched and her hands rested across her chest. Her expression was amused and annoyed and slightly.... something he couldn't discern.

"I'll write it today. We still have a day, right?" She scoffed at that, picking up the remaining parchments, quills and inks.

"Well, It's going to take you all day, and I'm not helping! Good luck"

"Why are you mad though?" He bellowed in confusion, she didn't answer him as she picked up her bag and left the Black Lake.

His mouth twitched faintly at the corner as he followed close behind. "I'm not mad, just concerned. If you don't do your assignment properly, then I'll lose marks too" Her voice was calmer now, and she tucked a pencil behind her ear.

He just looked down at her. His head was above hers, and she had to tilt her head upwards in order to see his face properly.

Her eyes had changed colour as the weak winter sunlight flashed across her features.

She wasn't glowing in the sun. She was the sun. Her unrelenting radiance would be enough to blind a man.

You are so lovely to be around.

"What have I told you about staring at me like that?" Her voice was... different in a way. And he reminded himself that he hadn't had the privilege to adore her like that.

"I— sorry— I'll see you after the— essay"

Awkwardly, he turned onto his heel before she could say something. His stomach was corroded with butterflies, and he certain that his cheeks were bloomed red.

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Draco's hand was cramping by the time he'd finished his Runes essay. His hands were smeared with ink and he cleaned up the mess across his desk and himself with a quick Scourgify.

The Runes essay was merely just for extra credit. But Draco Malfoy was a simp for Y/N. And if she wanted that extra credit, then he'd make sure she gets it.

On some ocassions, he'd be scared that whatever it was that he felt— whatever she did to him, or his mind, or his heart, would constitute as more than just a crush.

He'd shove the thought away from his mind before he'd ruin his brain by overthinking it.

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Theodore Fucking Nott.

He was standing infront of her. A smile over his lips as he talked to her. He was probably using his shit charms on her.

Draco stayed at a distance, watching carefully and then clenching his fists as he adroitly tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. Then suddenly, his sharp green eyes fell onto Draco.

He was aware of Draco's fascination with her, which made it all better for him and all the worse for Draco.

Nott smirked at his before cupping her face. Her eyes were wide in horror as he then leaned down.

Theodore Nott was going to fucking kiss her.

Whatever possessiveness was within him came rushing to the surface and he immediately stepped out from the aclove— much to Theo's dismay.

"Y/N!" He called out, and she immediately pulled away from Theodore. Turning her head to him.

"Oh hey!" She chirped, her words a bit too rushed, but she seemed to look relieved.

"Malfoy" Said Nott in a bitter voice, his lips pressed into a painful forced smile, he did the same.

"Nott" he said, giving him a nod. His eyes were intent, the color and look in them like diamond. Hard enough to cut him.

"I did the Runes essay— I said I'd find you, after" His attention now to Y/N, he ignored Nott's lethal glare on him. In any other circumstance, he'd have ruined Theodore's dumb face, but he composed himself because of her.

"Right, great." Her eyebrows quirked, "I have to go now Theo."

Draco's arm found a home around her waist as he pulled her close, resting his head on top of hers. His molten mettalic eyes thundered mine.

"Bye then Nott" Draco smirked, walking her and himself away from him, all while discreetly pointing his middle finger at him.

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The next morning when they were in class submitting their essay, he found Y/N staring at him— the look was similar to how he stared at himself in the mirror. So, it was— adoring.

"What have I told you about looking at me like that?" Draco taunted, she blinked and looked away from him.

"Err— sorry, I didn't—" She inhaled sharply and looked at him again, "Thanks for yesterday"

"What did I do yesterday?"

"You uh, you interuppted Theo and I. I don't like him that way, and I didn't know what to tell him yesterday. I— like someone else"

"Oh" he said, rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek. "Well, you're welcome, I'm happy to be a cockblock"

She snorted faintly and her mouth curved into a smile that only ever existed for him. "You're an idiot, Malfoy"

"That's why I have you, Ravenclaw"

Her laughter ringed through him and for a moment he thought as though that small laugh from her, stole his heart out of his chest.

She was so lovely to be around.

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'You have to tell her, you have to tell her' He repeated it through and through his mind.

While he was sauntering off to confess his feelings, Theodore bumped into him.

His green eyes were bitter, and Draco scoffed as he shoved him away. He almost lost her to Theo— he could lose her again.

He would tell her. He would tell her.

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His chest felt hollow and his mouth was burning as though he'd swallowed acid.

"What did you want to say?"

His arms were hanging limp as though he didn't know what to do with himself.

"We're friends right?"

"Somewhat yes"

"So and— fuck how do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Let me think, Y/N!"

She went silent. And then she smiled. She'd known about it for awhile. But she wanted him to come forth with it when he was ready.

"I know what you want to say?"

"You do?"

"I love you. Do you?"

His horrified but adoring eyes stared at her.

"I love me too— fuck I— I love you too"

The weak winter sunlight that creeped through his hair made the shades on him golden. He was almost too beautiful to look at.

Then, she wrapped her arms around his neck, raised her feet up— and kissed him.

He kissed her back ravenously. His hands tangled into his strands as he pulled her to himself. His tongue and teeth clashed with her.

She gasped against his mouth, and he bit down on her lips. His lips and his hands and his hold on her was possessive and obsessive.

When she finally pulled away to inhale, his mouth sucked onto her pulse-point. He craved her like oxygen.

"I love you" he spoke against her flawless skin, "I've always loved you, you're just so— you are so lovely to be around"

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𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚎 | 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

a/n: this took me over a week to write because i was extremely lazy. this has quite a few american references. huge thank you to @marcela6malfoy and to everyone in the hp event! i love you guys! enjoy! <3

summary: draco and y/n, famous actors, loathe each other for separate reasons. although both are on the fast track to become a-listers, you know what'd get them there quicker? a fake relationship for the publicity. in the end, will it still be an act?

warnings/content: make out sesh, mentions of alcohol and smoking (none done by the reader) one instance of sexual harassment, cursing, angst w/ fluff ending, fame au, fem!reader

word count: 8.62k

reading time: 34 min, 28 sec

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I. BUSINESS OR PLEASURE?

"Look, Y/N, do you know why I called you here?" Y/N's manager, Dusty, asked, lighting a cigarette.

Y/N snatched the cigarette, putting it out in his untouched glass of water - he would've gone feral had it been in his glass of wine. "No, I don't, D, but I suspect it has something to do with the fact that you told me you'd quit smoking?" She asked, scanning the menu for something high in carbs, like a nice grilled cheese.

Dusty rolled his eyes, leaning forward in his chair. "Look, sweetheart, this is your career. I don't call the shots. You do. So what you're willing to do to advance yourself in this dark, dark world of Hollywood is up to you." He said, pointing to her heart, making her roll her eyes. "With that said, I called you here, on your day off, with a proposal."

Y/N looked at her manager suspiciously, taking a sip of her tea. "A proposal?" He nodded. "What kind of proposal, exactly?" She said, wiping her mouth with her napkin.

"Think of it as a business one." He said, clearing his throat before continuing. "Now, your new movie's coming out next year." He said, carefully observing Y/N's unsure expressions. "What would you say if I could get you on the A-list by, say, the end of this winter?"

"I'm listening." Y/N said, ignoring one of the paparazzo's pleas for her to smile for the camera from the other side of the bamboo separating the restaurant and the sidewalk.

"Draco Malfoy-"

"And... that's where I go deaf." Y/N said, leaning back in her chair to show her immediate disinterest, as she quickly answered a text from a casting director.

"No, no, Y/N, wait." He said, pulling his chair closer to the actress, who was still aggravated by the mention of the blond's name. "Listen to me, Y/N. Mr. Malfoy not only has immense talent-"

"-but immense self-importance, too. I can't work with someone who's only going to criticize my every move! And besides that, Dusty, he's quite simply intolerable."

Dusty placed his hand on Y/N's shoulder, trying to calm her. "But you haven't heard the rest - you wouldn't be working with him, Y/N." He said, smiling as Y/N's eyebrows raised in interest. "You'd be dating him!"

"Oh, cut me a fucking break. This isn't a business proposal; it's your death wish." She sighed, holding her head in her hands.

Her manager looked down at the menu in front of him and back at Y/N. "This could mean the beginning of your career's legacy, Y/N. Don't do this for him. Don't do it for me. Do it for yourself."

"He stole a role that could have gotten me millions, Dusty!" She exclaimed, recounting their history.

Years before that day, Y/N and Draco had only brushed paths a few times, none of them interested in each other enough to make any attempt at a conversation with the other.

On one of those fateful days, a casting call took place. The casting director had been up to her elbows in stress. Both Draco and Y/N would have been perfect for the role. All there was left to decide was if the main character would be named Neo or Nova.

Draco ran to his father, infamous in Hollywood for buying (and sleeping) his way to the top. Draco's father bribed the director to give Draco the role, and the rest was history.

"You know what? I'll do it. Fuck. What've I got to lose, right? Just my dignity..." Y/N muttered to herself.

Her manager nodded, understanding. "Perfect! I'll call his manager and let her know right away!" He smiled, letting his foot rest on his knee as he quickly dialed a number. "Stephanie? Splendid! Listen, I've got good news for you..."

II. FIRST IMPRESSIONS

"And we're only meeting for..."

"Just a few minutes to discuss business matters, nothing too out of the ordinary." Dusty answered, licking his finger and fixing a stray strand of hair on his head. Y/N watched him in fascination, never having seen him primp himself before. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Hey, uh, listen, Y/N; I know you don't like the guy. But just try to be likable. This could mean millions for you." He said, causing Y/N to nod, watching as he swallowed some breath spray, coughing some of it out.

Soon after their short conversation, the elevator doors opened to a large penthouse - perfect for a bleach-blond diva like Draco Malfoy. It was one of the many estates he owned. Being British, he used his home in LA strictly for business. Still, his apartment was decently decorated and mostly gave the impression that he had good interior design taste.

A man in formal wear, presumably the butler, rushed up to the pair, taking their coats and storing them in the coatroom.

"Y/N, Dusty, you made it!" Stephanie announced, going in for a hug and kiss on both cheeks. "Stephanie Romano, Draco's manager, so nice to meet you." She nodded, shaking Y/N's hand before going on to greet Dusty. "Oh, Dusty, it's been so long!" She said, making Dusty giggle like a little girl when she held his face close, kissing each cheek.

Y/N went to greet Draco on her own, shaking his hand firmly. "Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you." Y/N said, trying to mask her disgust with the man in front of her.

"Draco Malfoy." He said as if he was stating the obvious - as if everyone should know who he is.

When everyone was acquainted, they walked to the living room, fit for a bachelor such as Draco. His oil portrait was hung over the wide brick fireplace, making his head seem as big as his ego.

"Champagne?" Stephanie fake laughed as she poured herself a glass, which Y/N shook her head to.

Dusty nudged her in the arm, muttering a "be likable" through a fake smile.

"No, thank you, Stephanie." She smiled, and through the corner of her eye, she swore she could've seen Draco roll his eyes. "Let's just get the ball rollin', shall we?"

"Right, well, I've already discussed with Draco. We're hoping with this relationship," Draco and Y/N grimaced at the word, Stephanie noticing. "partnership, that both of you can grow as celebrities. Like Dusty proposed, Y/N, I'm sure this will get you on the A-list by the end of winter."

"Hm," Draco scoffed. "won't take me that long." He said, his eyes fixated on the coffee table that separated him and Y/N.

Stephanie took a deep breath, realizing he was due for another social training. "Right, well, Y/N, I'm just going to need you to sign a few things so that we can have your agreement in writing." She smiled, pulling out her tablet, which held all her important documents.

"Have you signed these, as well?" Y/N asked Draco, who seemed like he'd rather pick his nose and eat his boogers than in this predicament. "Excuse me, I'm speaking to you." She raised her voice, annoyed by the childish act Draco was holding up.

"Mr. Malfoy has signed these papers, yes." Stephanie answered for her client, her skin crimson from embarrassment. "Just sign at the bottom of each page." She said, handing Y/N a stylus.

Y/N took a few minutes to read the rest of the agreements while Dusty and Stephanie flirted endlessly. "Says here I'd have to partake in physical affection." She interrupted, raising a brow.

"That's right." Stephanie said, nodding.

"Well, to what degree are you insinuating?" Y/N asked, looking down at the empty space that awaited her electronic signature.

Dusty cut in, clearing his throat before doing so. "Just the regular hand-holding, kiss, cuddling in public places, all that jazz." He said, bouncing his leg restlessly.

Y/N nodded, continuing to read the agreement. "And how long do you expect us to keep this act going on?" She asked. "Your contract doesn't give a deadline."

"Christ, it's a relationship, not a homework assignment." Draco stated, annoyed. "We're done when I'm at the top of the game."

"I wasn't talking to you." Y/N sneered, looking at Stephanie, who was frozen. "How long?"

"It's January now; let's just say the first of April?" She asked all three, who were mulling it over in their heads.

"Fine by me." Y/N said, sighing deeply as she signed her name on the last page of their contract. "So, when do we start?" She asked, looking briefly at Draco, who seemed to be wondering the same thing. She made a mental note of him always having his eyes on her, observing her - as if she was some kind of science project.

"Well, we need to ease into this." Stephanie answered, nervously picking lint off of her skirt. "Both of you have a very... possessive fanbase. We wouldn't want them to feel like we were just springing this on them."

"Right, and we want you to feel comfortable with each other first." Dusty said, taking a swig of the whiskey he had in his flask. "That's why you two are going out for coffee tomorrow morning."

"Coffee?" Y/N and Draco said in unison, glaring at each other.

"Coffee." Stephanie confirmed, nodding. "Something quick, won't tip your schedules off too much, and low-key. It'll give you a nice chance to get to know each other."

"Uh-huh," Y/N said, already not liking the idea of having to spend an hour with the blond. "and what about paparazzi?"

Dusty cut in. "Already taken care of. Tipped them that both of you would be on the other side of town tomorrow morning, so make sure you both are on time."

"Alright." Y/N smiled. "Well, Stephanie, it's been a pleasure." She said, shaking her hand. "Draco." She nodded, thanking the butler for her belongings. "See ya tomorrow." She said, her voice trailing off as the elevator doors closed in front of her and her manager.

Dusty grinned a toothy grin at Y/N, who shook her head. "Better hope that groundhog buys you another six weeks of winter." Y/N said quietly, shrugging on her coat. "Because I have a feeling this is gonna take a long while."

III. BAD DATE

"Hey, I've been waiting for you forever." Draco said to Y/N, who'd just arrived.

She gave him a flat look before speaking. "I fucking saw you get dropped off by your driver a minute ago."

Draco shrugged, opening the door for Y/N before walking inside.

"Hi, what can I-"

"I'll have a short black coffee." He interrupted, pulling out a couple of $50 bills and slipping them to the cashier. "Make it snappy. I got somewhere to be." He whispered to the teenage boy behind the register before turning to Y/N. "Well? Don't just stare at me, order."

Y/N picked her jaw up from the floor and turned to the dumbfounded boy. "Just a tall hot chocolate, please. Thanks." She smiled apologetically as Draco swiped his card to pay for their drinks. "We should probably find someplace to sit while we wait." Y/N said, still shocked at how easy Draco found it to be rude.

"I'll get our drinks, you go sit. I'm texting someone right now." He said, waving her off, his eyes stuck on his screen.

"God, you're like a teenager." She said, scoffing as she found a small booth in the corner.

She was about to text Dusty with an update when Draco came by with the drinks, almost spilling them by how roughly he placed them on the table. "This place is filled with idiots." He sighed, sitting down as he took a sip of his beverage. "I asked for a black coffee, and one of them asks if I'd like sugar." He scoffed, sipping his drink some more.

Y/N swallowed down yet another urge to punch him in the throat when she remembered her status in the celebrity world. "So, what do you do for-"

"Hold on, hold on, I have to take this." Draco said, holding up a hand as he answered a call on his phone. "Hey, man. Nothing, just drinking my morning coffee. Yeah, yeah, how's the wife?"

Y/N drank her hot chocolate, looking around the room for anything even remotely more interesting than Draco's conversation.

Three men, all dressed in business suits, an old lady ordering a Trenta iced coffee, and two young girls peeking at Y/N over their books, whispering to each other.

Y/N's brows furrowed until she realized what they were doing.

Ping!

Y/N's phone lit up with an Instagram notification saying that @y/ny/l/n and @dracomalfoy had been tagged at one of the Starbucks locations. "Oh, shit." She said, watching at how quickly paparazzi clamored outside the store, just waiting to snap a pic of her and Draco together.

Y/N took a look at Draco, who was still talking loudly on the phone, and touched his hand briefly to get his attention. "I'm just gonna go to the girls' room, be right back." She smiled as Draco nodded dismissively.

Little did he know she would not, in fact, "be right back."

"Hey, is this the back entrance?" She asked an employee, who seemed to recognize her.

The employee nodded quickly. "Yes, it is! Oh, my God, Ms. Y/L/N, I love your work, I-"

"Call me Y/N. Do you think I could get out through here without the paps noticing?" She asked, smiling, pointing at the entrance now flooded with paparazzi.

"Yes, you can! Y/N, wait!" She said before Y/N could turn around to leave. "Could I please just have your autograph? For my little sister, Tina." She asked, pulling out a sharpie from her apron and handing her an unused cup.

"Of course." Y/N nodded. "Tina." She said, quickly writing a thank you note. "Thank you so much!" She whispered, quickly slipping through the back entrance before any other employees noticed.

Draco had been drinking his coffee for a few minutes before he saw someone, who wasn't Y/N, come out of the single-stalled restroom. "Shit." He muttered, noticing the hoard of paparazzi outside the establishment.

He dialed Y/N's number, having to call Stephanie to ask for it first. It rang a second before being sent to voicemail.

Hey, it's Y/N Y/L/N! I'm not here right now, but shoot me a message, and I'll get back to you as fast as I-

"Bullshit." Draco said, hanging up before getting an idea. "Hey, Dusty, I was just wondering where Y/N is." Draco said on the phone with Y/N's manager. "She said she was going to the restroom, but she hasn't returned in twenty minutes. I thought everything was going great! We were talking about our careers and discussed a second date!" He lied with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Is there something I don't know? Do you think I did something wrong?" He asked, feigning innocence.

"Oh, God." Dusty said to himself, disappointed. "Yes, Draco. Unfortunately, Y/N's been at home for the past few minutes. I'm so sorry about this. I know it's extremely unprofessional," He said as if he were reprimanding Y/N through the other side of the phone. "We'll work this out tonight, I promise."

And they did - in marriage counseling.

IV. COUPLES' THERAPY

"For this to work, you need to trust each other." The shrink said, watching the two's mannerisms as their eyes flitted around the room uncomfortably. She held her hands in her laps as she spoke. "How about an apology to one another?"

Draco sighed while Y/N nodded. "Sorry." Draco said underneath his breath, causing Stephanie to shoot him a sharp look.

"Like you mean it." She said, intimidating even the shrink.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Draco huffed, as Y/N said it back, with the same lack of enthusiasm.

"Lovely! Oh, we're making progress! Would it be a reach if I asked you two to hug-"

"Actually, we're not there yet." Y/N smiled, waving her goodbye and thanking her as Stephanie escorted her out.

Stephanie smiled, taking another sip of her champagne as she sat back down on the couch with her tablet. "Tomorrow, at 9AM, you two have an appearance at the Getty Museum. This was going to be your "coming out" as a couple. But, since the paparazzi managed to get photos of you today," Y/N grimaced at the mention of the coffee shop fiasco, embarrassed. "it'll be more of a confirmation to the press that you're together."

Dusty continued Stephanie's statement, subtly winking at her, which she blushed at. "Additionally, the designer brand Gli Astro wants to do a collaboration with you both and will be dressing you tomorrow. Stephanie and I will meet you here at 7AM. Don't be late."

V. THE MUSEUM

"Why'd it have to be him? Why couldn't it be, "Hey, Y/N, what do you think about dating Andrew Garfield?"" Y/N said, fiddling with her trench coat as her makeup artist put the last touches on her eyeshadow.

"Y/N, as much as I'd love for you to be Megan Fox-" Draco said from his pedestal beside Y/N.

"Shut up, both of you. Before Petro comes back." Dusty cut Draco off, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're giving me a grade A migraine." He said, helping Y/N step down from the pedestal she was on.

Petro, the fashion executive of the brand Y/N and Draco, were modeling for, spoke as he entered the room, wheeling a vast mirror behind him. "My genius is done. What do you think?" He asked, pulling Draco to stand side-by-side next to Y/N.

Y/N smiled, stuffing down a laugh at how different Draco looked wearing anything but black. "I think we look great. Don't you, love?" She asked, leaning her head on Draco's shoulder.

Draco looked in the mirror; his jaw dropped. He thought he looked horrible, especially in "gardenia cream." Draco threw an arm around Y/N, pulling her close to him, despite feeling her muscles tense at his touch. "I think you look beautiful, angel." He said, looking down at her before 'lovingly' kissing her forehead. He noted the warm scent of her hair while doing so, having to remind himself of his distaste. Y/N glared at him menacingly before shrugging his arm off, coming up with the excuse that he was pulling her coat off.

"My work always brings lovebirds together. I am brilliant." Petro said, swooning at himself. "You must go. It is almost time for my hard labor to be enjoyed by the public!" He said, ignoring the angered looks on the other stylists' faces. "Go, go, go!" He said, rushing Y/N and Draco into the elevator, even pushing the lobby button for them.

As the metal doors closed, their reflection chased them. "God, we look like fucking Fred and George Weasley." Draco said, referring to the twin jokester comedians, as he stared at the reflective doors in front of him in disgust. They wore the same color palette that, somehow, made Draco look washed out, but Y/N look like the star of the show.

"We don't look that bad." Y/N laughed, looking up from her feet to look into their reflection once more. "Well, I don't, at least." She said, snickering at the scowl that was still on Draco's face.

Draco grabbed Y/N's hand as they entered the lobby, interlacing their fingers together. Paparazzi and fans screamed at them in craze as they threw questions at them, praying one of them would catch them. "Smile, precious." He said quietly into Y/N's ear as she waved at the cameras, trying to stay upright as the lights temporarily robbed her sight.

"That ensemble is beautiful! Who designed it?"

"What's your exercise regimen like?"

"Can you confirm recent statements that say you and Draco are dat-"

"Ms. Y/L/N. Mr. Malfoy." A chauffeur greeted, opening the door for the two as they slid into the backseat.

"It's crazy out there." Y/N said to herself, adjusting her hair.

Draco sighed, ending it with a small laugh. "Your fans are crazy." He said, messing with his hair, which had been ruffled by a teen girl who wore Y/N's merchandise.

Y/N shook her head, fighting a smile. "You know where to go, right?" She asked the driver, watching his eyes through his rearview mirror.

"Yes, miss. We will be there in five minutes if traffic allows." He said promptly. "Would you and your boyfriend like some privacy?" He asked, his finger lingering over the partition button.

"That would be lovely, thank you." She smiled, watching the last of his eyes disappear before being covered up by a black wall. "Gotta act like a couple, right?" She shrugged, looking outside Draco's tinted window. "Seems like you've a big fan there." She said quietly, pointing to a young woman who held up a glittery and flashy sign.

"Marry me, Draco." He read to himself, half-laughing at the shirt she wore with a Photoshopped picture of him and her, holding hands. "You certainly must've broken her heart." He joked, his voice steady, as he took in the sight of Y/N. Despite his dislike for her, he'd admit it - she was gorgeous, especially in the colors Petro dressed her in.

She shrugged again, laughing very slightly. "Should've told her you have a girlfriend before you got involved." She teased, looking out her window, watching as the palm trees of Los Angeles swayed in the wind.

The pair sat in silence for the rest of the car ride. "We're here." The chauffeur said, opening Y/N's door for her as Draco slid out the same side. "Thanks." He said, handing him a $50 bill for his tip.

"Thank you, sir." She smiled, giving the driver $51, which didn't go unnoticed by Draco as he rolled his eyes at her. "Look happy!" She said in a sing-song voice, smiling again for the cameras and fans crowded around the main entrance.

"Y/N, Y/N! Are you and Draco together? Can you confirm?" One reporter asked, waving his microphone rapidly between the two.

Y/N nodded as Draco took the mic and spoke into it. "We can confirm we are together, yes." He smiled down at Y/N, who was beaming, swinging their hands. "Thank you!" He said, leading Y/N towards the entrance.

"Draco, just a minute of your time, please! How long have you and Y/N been together? Any upcoming projects?" Another reporter asked, ignoring Y/N, who stood right next to Draco.

"Uh, I'll let Y/N answer that question since I stole her question back there." Draco half-laughed, unable to hear himself over all the "who are you wearing?"' s.

"We've been together for a few months." Y/N smiled, giving a lovesick look at Draco. It was obviously fake to him, but others didn't need to know that. "Nothing in the works!" She said as Draco pulled her to keep walking, the crowd and flashing lights beginning to overheat the two of them.

"Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N!" was the last thing the pair heard before they finally made it inside, where there was a distinct absence of paparazzi.

Y/N and Draco made their way to the front desk. "Good morning. We're just here to redeem some tickets." Draco said, pulling out his phone.

"I have them ready and printed right here! Please enjoy your afternoon." The customer service said, handing them two laminated tickets.

"Thank you!" Y/N said before Draco whisked her off to the exhibit.

Draco turned to Y/N, their fingers still intertwined. "You know, you are so... fake." He said, shaking his head as he put their tickets in his pocket.

"Me?" Y/N emphasized, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You're one to talk. Looking at me like that with the press?"

"Like what?" Draco asked, using the exact same expression Y/N was talking about. "I'm an actor, am I not?" He asked, smiling, not wanting the press to make up some elaborate story about their "public fight" because they were caught scowling at each other.

Y/N shook her head, scoffing. "You really only care about yourself."

The pair stopped talking and instead watched art pieces together in silence. Draco let out a slow whistle, indicating he was bored, pulling Y/N's hand to go see the next piece, but she stayed planted, feet on the floor.

"Are we not going?" Draco whispered to her as she took a deep breath, continuing to look at the painting in front of her.

"No. This is my favorite piece they have here." She said, eyeing 'Irises,' painted by Vincent Van Gogh.

Draco sighed, guiding her to a bench that a couple had just left. "Well, since we're going to stay here all eternity, we might as well get comfortable." He said passively, making Y/N bite the side of her cheek in order not to let out a laugh.

Minutes passed of Y/N watching the piece, mumbling to herself. "You look crazy. You know that, right?" He asked, watching her tilt her head at the painting.

"I see you're not used to being left alone with your thoughts this long." She said, looking into Draco's eyes. "Just look at it."

Draco stared at the painting, both not noticing that they were getting closer to each other. "I don't see anything-"

"You think so much. What-"

"As opposed to you thinking so little?" Draco retorted, which caused Y/N to smile brightly, noticing another paparazzo in disguise behind him.

"Look at the painting again." She repeated. "What do you feel? What does it make you feel?"

Draco's eyes widened as he sat at the bench, finally understanding what Y/N was going on about, not wanting to admit it. "I feel... like I want to leave."

"Ugh." Y/N groaned. "Let's just go to the blue bed."

"The blue bed?" Draco asked, looking at her worriedly.

Y/N half-laughed, unconsciously squeezing his hand. "It's, um... well, you'll see." She said as they walked past halls to reach the room with a giant blue bed. It was an art piece composed of ostrich feathers, gilded iron, and silk.

"This is..."

"Cool, isn't it?" She asked, letting go of Draco's hand to get up close and inspect the details on the headboard. "This must have taken months..."

"It's... a bed?" He said, unable to have much appreciation for this art style. "I think you've officially lost your mind." He whispered to Y/N lowly, watching her in awe at how someone could be so fascinated with something so unimportant. "I can get something nicer from Ikea."

"Oh, my God. That's not the point, Draco. This is the kind of bed royals would sleep in back in the 18th century. It's art!" She continued, despite Draco rolling his eyes. "Did you know a bed like this was quite a status symbol? In fact, one French king owned, like, 400 of them." She said, looking back at the bed.

Draco raised his eyebrows in interest. "Hm. Maybe I'll buy one, then."

"Please don't. They're hideous." She said while Draco laughed at her comment.

The pair walked throughout the museum with the same dynamic seen previously. Again, one would be enthused, the other just hungry and ready to leave.

Despite Y/N's conscience, Draco wasn't as bad as she made him out to be. At least not at the near-surface.

And despite Draco's, Y/N was quite humble about her successes, not feeling the need to bring them up like him. Unfortunately, the reminder that some are more evolved than the blond sent him spiraling back into his aversion for the young actress.

"You can suck my fucking balls." Draco said, smiling in a way only Y/N and their managers could see through. A waiter walking by had overheard, her eyes widening in shock.

"Mm, always been the classy one, Draco." She responded back, smiling softly. "You're so uptight, the stick up your ass is nearly coming out your mouth." She said, delicately caressing his hair, twirling her fingers through some loose curls that covered the nape of his neck.

It felt nice to be touched like that. Even when Y/N was saying such vulgar things. It was almost like if her touch would be as soft as it was, he didn't mind it.

Dusty and Stephanie hid the urge to roll their eyes while in the company of each other. Instead, Dusty spoke up. "Enough, you two. You've stalled long enough. You owe the paps a kiss." He said, tilting his head towards the mounds of paparazzi outside the window.

Draco looked at Stephanie with a look she would've giggled at if it wasn't so immature. Y/N seemed as if she was about to throw up, and that wasn't saying much compared to how she'd looked for the past thirty minutes.

Y/N was the first to turn to Draco. She eyed his lips for a second before her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes closed, pulling the back of his head towards her as she closed the gap between them.

Stephanie smiled, putting more sauce on her Caesar salad as they pulled apart. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

It really wasn't, not for Draco and not for Y/N. But both were too proud to admit that kissing each other wasn't an entirely utterly horrific experience like they were making it seem.

His lips were soft, warm. It's not like he was sloppy. He was the mere opposite, in fact. And Y/N was anything but uncalculated. Still, it seemed to Y/N that Draco would've rather gone broke than kiss her again.

The two sat in silence for the rest of the meal, stealing glances when they thought the other wasn't looking.

"So, tomorrow's the filming for the Super Bowl. Are you two excited?" Stephanie asked, fighting Dusty for the check.

Draco looked at Y/N in confusion, as if she ever knew what they were talking about. "What filming?" He asked, his cheeks turning red when his voice cracked with nervousness.

Dusty cleared his throat, slipping his credit card in the bill folder. "The Super Bowl has asked you to film a short commercial to get people excited for the game."

"Where are our scripts?" Y/N sighed, not in the mood to argue.

"Right here." Stephanie said, taking out her portfolio folder and handing each of them the one-page script. "It's a bit..."

"Sensual?" Y/N finished her sentence, going through the lines again, which included moaning.

She'd done scenes like that before. But always with somebody charismatic like Mark Ruffalo. Never with someone as stuck-up as Draco.

Stephanie nodded, shrugging her shoulders up. "It's the best I could do. People want to see you together."

Draco placed the script face down on the table. "Steph, half of my family's going to watch me practically dry hump Y/N." He said, making Y/N sink in her seat, embarrassed. "Isn't there any way-"

Dusty shook his head profusely. "This deal will get each of you $1 million. Just for a little bit of kissing that'll last about a minute, tops. Are you sure you're willing to pass up that offer?"

Y/N shook her head slowly, and Draco followed as if he was getting reprimanded by his mother. "Wonderful." Stephanie said, getting up, Draco following. "We'll see you two tomorrow." She said, giving Dusty a very long hug.

Draco drew Y/N close, eyeing the paparazzi, whispering something incomprehensible to them into her ear. "Pretend you're laughing and kiss my forehead." He said, rubbing her back as her arms were settled comfortably around his torso.

Y/N pulled away, mustering up a fake laugh that made it no wonder she'd gotten so many acting awards. "Bye, love." She said quietly, kissing his forehead. She'd realized the paparazzi weren't able to decipher what she was saying, especially not with her back to them. But between the warm affection and all the commotion surrounding them, she'd gotten caught in the moment.

Their managers watched them exchange sentiments with each other. Their jaws dropped at how they could be so close and tender, despite how they supposedly felt about each other.

"Uh… bye, Steph, it's always nice seeing you." Y/N smiled awkwardly, ashamed she'd let herself get so caught up in Draco's aura. His eyes bore into the side of her head.

"Bye, my dear." She whispered before pulling away, watching Y/N's ashamed expression as they walked away.

"Are you still acting, Y/N?" Dusty said, leading her to the car parked outside, waiting to take her home.

VI. STEAM

The director paced the room as Y/N anxiously pulled her shirt, trying to cover as much skin as possible before she had to get rid of her modesty again. "So, how about we do the kissing smooch smooch, blah blah blah, and the dialogue in between, then break the fourth wall?"

Draco nodded, still feeling awkward from what happened the day prior. Y/N nodded, too, afraid any word she said would come out wrong. It was the fifth take the director asked for. Any more, and you'd wonder if he was getting hot to it.

"Alright, let's do this, we got thirty minutes' till lunch, and I'm not stopping until it's perfect." He said, sitting back down in his director's chair. "And... action!"

Draco rolled on top of Y/N, his hand lingering up her torso under her shirt, as the script said. His wet kisses lingered on her skin as he began getting rougher, his grip on her tighter. "Good thing everyone's gone tonight." He whispered his lines, unknowingly over a spot Y/N felt dizzy for.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, suppressing a moan to save herself further embarrassment as Draco's warm hands squeezed around her waist even more.

"For the Super Bowl." Draco said softly as Y/N took her cue to switch their positions, so he was now under her. Draco moaned her name quietly, although both the microphone and Y/N picked up on it.

"Oh, right." She said, kissing down his chest, each kiss longer than the last. She moaned into his skin, sending vibrations lower than she'd planned. Then, she turned to the camera beside her and Draco, looking in the lens, as Draco followed a second later. "You are coming to the Super Bowl, right?"

"And... cut!" The director said excitedly. "That's it, that's a wrap! That was perfect, you two, really great work." He said, adjusting his pants.

Dusty, standing by, quickly handed her a pair of shorts, socks, and shoes as Stephanie gave Draco a shirt.

Draco nodded at Y/N and headed to the sound editor, who sat in a corner on his third cup of coffee. "Hey, man, could you fix the part where-"

"The part where you moaned her name? Already on it, Post can fix anything." He said almost robotically, his eyes glued to the screen as he typed at lightspeed.

"Thanks, man." He said, sighing as he headed out the building to his trailer.

Y/N retreated to her trailer soon after, having overheard the conversation between Draco and the sound editor. She looked at herself in the mirror, sighing when she felt something poking the arch of her foot. She took her sneakers off to reveal a silver ring engraved 'DM.'

This must've come off while he was touching my- Y/N shook the thought as quickly as it came, utterly afraid of herself and her feelings at the moment.

She walked out of her trailer, nearly tripping over one of the steps for focusing so much on what she was going to say once she got in. She knocked on Draco's door twice before walking in.

"Hey, Draco, you left your- oh, God." She said, covering her eyes. Some girl, who looked remarkably like Y/N (Y/E/C eyes, Y/H/C hair, and her same smile), gasped in shock. She removed herself from on top of Draco, utterly embarrassed that she'd been kissing a taken man. "I'm- I'm sorry." Y/N said to Draco, dropping the ring on a table. Beginning to step out, she took a deep breath, walking quickly back to her trailer.

"Y/N! Y/N, wait!" Draco exclaimed, pulling on his shirt quickly as he let himself into her trailer. "Y/N." He said softly, watching her pack up her belongings.

She sniffled very slightly, afraid he'd notice the tears pooling up in her eyes. "I should've waited for you to answer the door. It's my fault." She said, looking down at her feet. Never in her life did she regret having met him more than in that moment. She'd fallen for him - Draco Malfoy, the obnoxious, self-absorbed asshole. She'd fallen for him, and it felt like there was no way out.

"Y/N, please just let me talk to you." Draco said, holding her in place by her arms.

Y/N's lip quivered as she inhaled his scent, something she'd learned to miss when in its absence. "There's nothing to talk about, Draco. You're allowed to have a life. It's not like this is real, anyway." She said, pulling a sweater on.

"What do you mean this isn't real? Y/N, of course, it's real! We signed a contract!" Draco yelled, making Y/N shake from holding in her sobs. "For fuck's sake, you're an actress! Act like you love me back!" He said, making Y/N wipe several tears out of her eyes.

She took a deep breath, holding back everything she could, including her true sentiments for him. "Acting and lying are polar things, Draco." She said, a tear sliding down her cheek. Draco swore his heart had never been so sore. "We have to make a brief appearance before we go home. Are you coming?" She said, sniffling her nose once more, extending her hand for him to hold.

He grabbed her hand, holding it tighter than he ever had, as if to show his hurt, knowing she wanted nothing more at that moment than for him to just leave her alone. Then, as they made their way out of the building, where paparazzi were piled up, Y/N squeezed his hand as if to remind him to smile.

They waved to the cameras, ignoring the questions they would have usually answered under different circumstances.

"Y/N, are you and Draco going home together?"

"Draco, how's the girlfriend?"

"Don't touch me." Y/N said to a paparazzo who'd been getting very handsy with her. She continued walking, her grip on Draco's hand a little tighter, and her body a little closer to his, as she felt his hands on her hip again. "I said, don't touch me!"

"Who touched you?" Draco asked Y/N, whipping to the side, looking the man in his eyes. "You touch her?" He said, letting go of Y/N's hand to approach the reporter.

"Yeah." The unsightly man laughed in his face. "She felt nice."

Y/N looked at Draco with wide eyes, never seeing him look so... predacious. Y/N tugged on his jacket, pulling him towards the car that was waiting for him, wary of the people watching. "It's okay, love, let's just-"

"You sick piece of shit, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Draco said, punching the man in the face. Then, with a bleeding nose, the reporter brought his camera up to Draco's face, snapping a picture.

"Draco!" Y/N gasped. The paparazzi choked, and even the flashing stopped for a moment before Draco spoke again.

"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you up." He said quietly before he shoved the camera to the floor, holding the man by the collar and kicking him right where it hurt. "Don't you ever," He said, kicking his stomach. "think you can," Security had now come for both Y/N and Draco's safety, as both were being whisked away to the car. "touch my girl ever again." He yelled, flipping the cameras off behind the car window before driving off.

Dusty and Stephanie stayed silent in the car's third row, shocked.

Y/N's heart raced as she looked out the window, praying she wouldn't cry in front of Draco and their managers.

Dusty tried to reprimand Y/N for not doing more, and Stephanie tried disciplining Draco for getting involved in something "trivial to his career." But not a word got through to any of them. All they were thinking of now was how fucked they were.

There were no more snarky remarks from him. No sarcastic quips from Y/N. It was just silent.

Draco's fist clenched around his seatbelt, his knuckles white, clenching his hand every once in a while from how sore it was. Maybe if he had accepted that he was entirely entranced by the idea of Y/N, maybe if he'd seen how she could light up any room she was in with her smile, maybe if he'd known that he'd fallen for her, this wouldn't have happened. But, alas, we don't all get what we want.

"Y/N, your stop. Have a lovely evening." The driver said, stopping in front of her apartment building as if he hadn't seen what had gone down just a few minutes prior.

"See you." Y/N said to Draco quietly, kicking herself for even addressing another word to him.

Surely what she felt for him, he felt for her, too. Otherwise, he wouldn't have defended her the way he did. The thing was - Y/N would've given anything just to know how he felt about her. Even if he didn't feel a way about her at all.

VII. AFTERMATH

She'd been cooped up in her apartment for a week now, only answering to her manager, asking him to cancel various appointments she had planned for the next few days.

A knock at the door was all she needed to distract her as she played Jenga with herself in her dining room.

"Who is it?" She called, pulling a wooden block out the side.

"Guess." Stephanie said, knocking on the door again. "Let me in. We must talk." She said, tapping her foot against the carpeted floor.

Y/N stayed quiet, pulling one more block out before the tower collapsed, making her jump slightly at the sudden noise.

She sighed, rolling her eyes and getting up to tend to the woman at the door. Stephanie smiled promptly and strutted in, a lattice basket in hand. "Come in, I guess." Y/N said before shutting the door behind her.

She sat down in the living room, crossing her legs before taking off her gloves, spreading out multiple magazines over Y/N's coffee table.

"And this is?" Y/N asked, pouring Stephanie a glass of champagne, her favorite.

Stephanie sat back, taking a sip before answering. "All the news publications that have written about you and Draco's "tragic breakup" since you decided your feelings are more important than your career." She said, watching Y/N pick up a random magazine and read the cover to herself. "Oh, this basket is for you, by the way, my dear." She said, placing her homemade care package on the ground as Y/N's eyes scanned the article on the trashy magazine cover.

"Did he really say this?" She said, defeated, holding up a copy of Celebrity Worldwide.

"SHE'S AN UGLY COW WHO CAN GO TO HELL!" CELEBRITY DRACO MALFOY SAYS ABOUT Y/N Y/L/N ON PG. 20.

Y/N glanced at the magazine cover once more before shaking her head to herself, tears dropping out of her eyes.

Stephanie pulled her close, letting Y/N cry into her shoulder as she tenderly stroked her hair - the way a mother would. "Of course not, dear." She said quietly, humming a tune. "But maybe he'll have a similar sentiment if you don't come out of this cave." She said, smiling at the small laugh that escaped Y/N's mouth.

Y/N looked into Stephanie's gray eyes, sitting up, as she unwrapped the care package to take out a frosted treat. "Cookie?" She asked guiltily, her mouth full.

Stephanie shook her head as she sighed before speaking. "Y/N - Draco's got a good heart. He may seem like he hates you, but trust that he's hurting. You need to talk to him. In the ten years, I've worked for him, I've never ever seen him like this. He's torn up. Eating cookies and drinking hot chocolate," She said, pointing to the empty pack of hot chocolate mix Y/N had on her dining table. "as soothing as it is, it isn't going to fix the issue at hand. You need to talk to him."

Y/N sighed, afraid of the thought of confronting the tall blond. "He's going to hate me."

"Have you seen the way he looks at you? Come on." She smiled to herself, being reminded of Dusty. "He'd be crazy to hate you. And you'd be crazy not to notice how much he likes you." She said, making Y/N blush.

"I'll talk to him." Y/N said, shuffling through the rest of the contents of the gift basket Stephanie had made her. "Chocolate?"

VIII. MISUNDERSTANDINGS

The clouds loomed over California - an occurrence that felt a bit more depressing the longer Y/N and Draco were estranged.

Y/N stood in front of his door, mentally preparing herself for any possible outcome of this visit. She shut her eyes, cracking her neck, before knocking on the tall double doors that marked Draco's apartment.

Draco opened the door, shirtless, messy-haired, his sweatpants stained. He eyed Y/N, who looked like she'd just seen a ghost, up and down, taking in a sight he'd missed for as long as he'd been away from it. She nervously fiddled with a belt loop on her jeans as she gnawed down on her cheek - one of her nervous habits, Draco had noticed.

"Can we talk? Please?" She asked, searching for a glimmer of the same desire she held in her eyes for him.

Draco nodded, tilting his head towards the inside. "Come in." He said, closing the door behind him as they made their way onto his loveseat couch. Draco quickly put on a shirt to hide that he hadn't worked out in days.

The two stared at each other, heartbreak in their eyes, with neither of them knowing it. "I'm so sorry, Draco." Y/N said, feeling her face heat up. "I made you lose deals, your reputation lowered because of me, and I just-" Draco sat up quickly, pulling her in for a hug - the first sincere embrace they'd shared, despite being so affectionate in front of the public so many times.

"Don't cry." His low voice rumbled as he rubbed her back, attempting to soothe her as her arms wound tighter around his neck. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one who should be sorry."

Y/N separated herself, fixing her hair behind her ears. "What?" She asked, her brow unconsciously raising itself in confusion.

"I wasn't being fair at all. This whole thing was blown way out of proportion by me, and I was being so stupid. And the truth is, I was really only kissing that girl in my trailer because… well, she looked like you. I don't," Draco sighed heavily, wondering if his apology was getting through to Y/N at all. "I don't deserve you as a fake girlfriend." He said, making Y/N laugh, shoving his arm.

The two smiled at each other in a light-hearted silence before Draco asked a question that'd been bothering him since they'd stopped speaking.

"So you didn't say all those things in the press?" He asked, hope evident in his blue eyes.

Y/N shook her head, remembering what foul things she'd apparently told J-14 magazine. "You know me better than that, Draco." She giggled at him, who was swiping fake sweat off his forehead. "You're not too bad, I don't think. I was wrong about you."

Draco smiled through his words as he spoke again. "You know, I never said you were an ugly cow or a clay-brained robot incapable of feeling."

Y/N's body sprung up as she looked at him in confusion. "I didn't read that last one."

"Ooh. Stay away from People magazine, then." He said quietly, making Y/N giggle again. "You're actually quite…" Draco looked at Y/N, her eyes slightly red, skin clear, and lips puffy from crying. "Beautiful."

The word caught Y/N by surprise. Talk show hosts and interviewers and fans had called her that before, but it had never made her so speechless the way it did when Draco said it. "Me?" She asked, pointing to herself.

"I don't see anybody else here." He said, eyeing her lips again.

Y/N smirked, subtly inching closer to Draco, although it didn't go unnoticed by him. "You're not so bad yourself, I suppose." She said quietly, gasping before Draco pulled her to his lips.

It started out soft and innocent. They'd kissed before, but never like this - never in privacy.

Her warm lips traced his soft ones as they glided across each other as if it were a dance.

Y/N giggled at the thought that she and he were really doing this. Draco chuckled, continuing to kiss her through the haze. Their noses bumped against each other the more into it they grew, Y/N's fingers pulling Draco's ends. Even when they'd finally pulled away to allow each other to breathe, Draco rested his forehead on hers, licking his lips before giving her one more kiss.

"I can't get enough of you." Draco whispered, panting against Y/N's mouth, the corners of her lips quirking upwards.

"Well, I'm right here." Y/N answered, having gained enough breath to continue their kiss, tasting subtle mint notes on Draco's tongue.

"I fell for you first." Draco bragged, feeling his body relax as if the world had no stress or worries.

"You did not." Y/N said as Draco began kissing down her neck.

"Did, too." He said, coming back up for just one more kiss.

IX. EPILOGUE

Draco babbled with one of Dusty and Stephanie's twins in his arms, making funny faces, trying to amuse the small boy. At the same time, his girlfriend, Y/N, answered a fan's question at a film promotion for their new movie together.

"His sense of humor." She answered, bouncing the other twin on her knee. The crowd smiled at the babies, their adorable chubby faces lighting up at the sight of the audience.

"Oh, one more question." The same person from the previous question said. "Draco, what was your favorite scene to film?"

Draco chuckled into the mic, letting the baby in his arms play with his rings. "That one's easy. The scene where Y/N wore a pregnancy belly." He said, feeling himself glow red as the audience let out "ooh's." "It's not- come on, it's not like that, guys!" He said, making the audience laugh. "It was just endearing to see her like that." He said, gawking at the pretty girl sitting next to him, who was looking at him with the same lovesick eyes. "Alright, alright, next question?" He said jokingly.

"This one's for Draco - um, what was the best part about working on the film?" A young girl asked, clearly nervous about speaking in front of such a large crowd.

"Probably being with my girlfriend all the time. I'm sorry, I know I'm making all these answers about her, I can't help it." A chorus of "aw's" escapes from the audience. Draco grins, nodding, as Y/N playfully shoves his arm.

It only takes one person in the crowd to say it before everyone else is influenced: "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" The audience said, each chant louder than the last.

"What do you say? Should we give the people what they want?" Draco smirked, covering their mics as the chants kept getting louder.

Y/N smiled, nodding as she closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss, but not before Draco covered the twins' eyes, their feet kicking to see what they were missing.

"No one I'd rather be with than you." Draco said, pecking her lips one more time, admiring his world.

"Ditto."

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My Girl, My Love | d.m. x reader

Summary: Draco wants to keep your relationship a secret when you’re new to Hogwarts because he doesn’t want people to make assumptions about you based on his reputation. But he’s a bit too in love to keep it a secret.

Warnings: none, it’s just lots of fluff

Word count: ~2.9k

a/n: how I’ve missed writing full length fics. I’m actually very pleased with how this one turned out hehe. This is part of the “Harry Potter Writing Event”. Make sure to check out other writers’ fics as well from the event!

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

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You walk fast through the corridors of Hogwarts. Portion with Slughorn is your first class ever at Hogwarts—but you’re already late for that.

It isn’t your fault, as it is challenging to find the right turn. Many of these corridors look the same. It isn’t your fault either that you transferred to Hogwarts mid-semester and a couple of years later than the students in your year.

But you’re happy. You can finally be closer to where your heart belongs.

“I’m so sorry, professor! I couldn’t find the right classroom”, you say when you open the door and have everyone’s eyes on you.

“You must be miss y/l/n! Glad to have you in class. Please take a seat”, professor Slughorn says.

You grab the closest seat as you don’t want to drag any more attention to you. You look around for the one pair of familiar eyes. And indeed, you find them, sitting in the back with his friends.

He gives you a small smile only you to note, but his eyes show that he’s happy to see you here.

After the class, you stay behind to apologise once again for your lateness. Professor Slughorn is not bothered at all that you were late. He understands that it’s easy to walk in the wrong direction in these corridors when you’re new to the school.

So when you walk out of the classroom, you feel someone pulling your arm and dragging you around a corner. His arms slung around you in a tight hug.

“I’ve missed you”, he mumbles into your neck.

“I’ve missed you too. But I’m finally here now”, you say as you hug him tightly back.

He let you go but still rest his left arm on the wall behind you. His right arm strokes your cheek.

“Hi, Draco!” you say with a happy voice. Instant, a smile spread across his face.

“I love when you say my name, y/n.”

The way he says your name always makes you blush, which Draco finds adorable.

“School has been talking about you. You’re the topic of the year”, Draco says and kisses you on the other cheek that he’s not stroking.

“Why?”, you ask a bit worried.

“It’s not too often someone starts mid-term and also years later. Then because of your family also. And of course that you’re breathtaking. It somehow makes people talk”, he chuckles and gives you another kiss, but this time on the lips.

“Are you sure you want to keep this a secret? I wouldn’t mind letting everyone know that you’re my boyfriend”, you say when you break from your kiss.

Draco looks at you a little bit sad. He wants everyone to know that you’re his and he’s yours. He wants to tell everyone how proud he’s of his girlfriend. How kind and beautiful she’s. But he couldn’t be selfish—he didn’t want to drag you down with his reputation before you even got a chance.

“Yes, I’ve got a not so good reputation here, and I don’t want that to affect you. I want everyone to see how beautiful and kind your heart and brain are before they make any assumptions.”

“I wouldn’t care what anyone else expects for your thoughts about me. I don’t care about any reputation. I know how your heart is, and that’s what I fell for.”

Draco smiles. He knows that. He always knew that. He knows where you have him and where he has you.

However, you two ended up keeping your relationship a secret.

ϟ

And indeed, is Draco right that you’re the topic of the year at the school. As soon as you walk into the Great Hall alone, it feels like everyone stops doing what they were doing. Eyes are on you—the new girl.

You feel very insecure about it. You look around and meet with too many eyes. But only a pair of those eyes make you feel calmer, and that’s Draco’s eyes.

Draco looks worried at you. Maybe this is a bad idea to let you get into this alone. He stands up and is going to trash the idea of having a secret relationship. He feels that he need to be there for you.

But when he’s about to take the first step over to you, he sees Hermione walking towards you.

“You can sit with us if you want to”, Hermione says to you. You nod your head and walks towards her table, where she’s sitting with her friends.

Draco calms down as he sees you’re not alone anymore. Maybe Granger is not so bad, he thought.

“Draco, what are you doing standing up?” Pansy asks, confused. Draco looks around his table and sees that all his friends are looking at him now.

“I—” he says but sits down again. Not sure what to say.

“It almost looked like you were going to go to the new girl—” Blaise chuckles.

“I thought so too! But she’s Draco’s type so that I wouldn’t blame him”, Theo added in with a chuckle.

Draco, who rarely blushes, is blushing now. And that’s something his friends notice. He would be good at lying to anyone else, except for his close friends and you.

“Draco, do you have anything to tell us?” Pansy asks with a raised eyebrow.

“You have to keep this as a secret”, Draco says.

ϟ

It feels good that after lunch, you made some friends. You had been sitting and eating with Hermione, Ron, and Harry. They all were very kind to you. They had told you that you could sit whenever you wanted with them.

You are now on your way to your next class. As usual, you’re a bit lost in the corridors.

“Hey, new girl!” you hear someone shout for you. You don’t recognise the voice.

When you turn around you see a girl and a boy walking towards you. You recognise them from sitting with Draco earlier. They must be his friends, you think.

“She does have a name—” the girl says to the boy before she turns to you.

“Hi, y/n!” she says, smiling.

“Hi!” you say, confused and not sure why they approach you.

“We heard about you stole our friend’s little heart”, the boy says and put his arm around your shoulders and starts to guide you to the classroom you’re supposed to be in.

You’re unsure of what to say as you and Draco had decided to keep it a secret.

“Don’t worry y/n, Draco told us during lunch”, the girl says and lightly grabs your arm as you all kept on walking.

“We’re friends of Draco. I’m Pansy, and this is Blaise”, Pansy continues.

“Oh, that’s right. I’ve heard about you”, you say when you realise that Draco had on many occasions brought up his friends in conversations with you. Somehow you felt a bit relaxed and happy that they’re Draco’s friends and know about you.

“Yeah, and he didn’t tell us about you until today—” Blaise sighs over his friend being so enclosed with his life sometimes.

“But don’t worry, we keep your little thing a secret until you’re ready”, Blaise playfully winked.

“Or more likely when Draco is ready not to be so worried about everything. I think you two look cute and can’t wait for you to make it public”, says Pansy before you’re at the entrance of the classroom you’re supposed to be in.

“How did you know, or are you also taking this class?” you ask them both.

“Your boyfriend told us you can get a bit lost. And he also has your schedule. So don’t worry y/n, we got you!” Pansy says as she starts to walk back with Blaise.

“See you around y/n!” Blaise shout.

ϟ

A few weeks later, you’re sitting in the library to study. You see Draco and Theo, and you decide to sit at the table beside them—perfect for you to see him and for Draco to see you.

As you sit down, you see Draco looking at you happily. You smile at him, and Theo looks up to see what Draco is distracted by.

And, of course, it’s by you. Theo is not surprised. He chuckles for himself and turns back his attention to the book—knowing very well that his friend lost his attention entirely to the book they have to study.

You smile as you stare back at him. Draco could stare at you all day as you look like art for his eyes.

But his art is interrupted by someone else. Cedric Diggory takes the seat beside you. Draco’s face switches into an unpleasant expression.

“Hi, y/n!” Cedric says to you as he sits down.

“Oh, hi!” you say, unsure what he wants. You look over quickly at Draco, giving him an uncertain look. You see how he stares at both of you. Cedric notices but doesn’t think more of it.

“What are you doing?” he instead asks you smilingly.

“I’m reading so I can finish up the assignment in Transfiguration. How can I help you?” you ask politely.

All you want is for Cedric to leave so you could go back to stare at your boyfriend.

“I wanted to ask you—” Cedric starts to say and put his hand on yours that is resting on the table.

“If you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” he has hope in his eyes—you could see it.

“No, I got plans,” you say and take away your hand and stands up to leave the library. It had made you uncomfortable, and you do have plans with Draco.

Draco would always sneak you into his dorms during the weekends when everyone is out in Hogsmeade. You two would stay there and cuddle while telling how much you love each other.

Without looking back, you walk out of the library. Cedric is still sitting by the table but alone now. He isn’t sure how you had said no right away. Before asking you, he was pretty sure that you would say yes.

Draco heard your conversation and saw how uncomfortable you had become. He isn’t pleased with how Cedric acted.

Without thinking, he stands up and walks towards Cedric. Theo looks up and looks amused to see what his friend is about to do.

“Diggory!” Draco says and takes the seat that you just had been seated at.

“Malfoy”, Cedric says shortly.

“I would appreciate it if you don’t ask my girlfriend out again and don’t put your hand on her. I don’t like it when you make her feel uncomfortable”, Draco says with an annoyed tone.

“Your girlfriend?” Cedric asks, confused.

“Yes, my girlfriend y/n.”

“Your y/n’s boyfriend—” Cedric starts to laugh.

Somehow it sounds nice for Draco to hear him being addressed as your boyfriend—he likes it even if Cedric is laughing.

“Yes, I’m her boyfriend. So please back off!” Draco says with a death stare.

Cedric stops laughing and puts up his hand to show that he got the memo.

ϟ

You and Draco try to hang out as much as possible. It’s not always easy as you still keep your relationship a secret.

Draco would always wait for you after classes and drag you to an abandoned part of the corridor.

“You look so beautiful today. Did you get my letter this morning?” Draco asks as he gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

“Yes, and it made my morning.”

Every morning, Draco would let his owl deliver a handwritten love-letter for you. It always contains sweet words that are just reserved for you.

“Good! I’ve missed you like crazy”, he says and kisses you again.

You chuckle, “You said that yesterday as well”.

“It’s only because I miss you every time I’m not with you”, Draco chuckles.

You stare into his eyes and say, “I miss you too!”

As the break is about to end, you have to make your way to your next class. You say goodbye to Draco and kiss him before running to your next class.

Draco stands there and sees you run off. He smiles and still feels the feeling of your soft lips on his.

“Guess we caught the biggest news in school. What do you think, George?” Draco suddenly hears from behind him. He turns around to see the Weasley twins.

“I think we caught the biggest news, Fred”, George says, pleased.

Draco looks at the twins in panic. They had seen him and you being together and kissing.

“What do you mean?” Draco tries to play dumb, in case they didn’t see.

“You and y/n—”, Fred starts to say.

“Kissing in secret”, George ends the sentence.

Dracos sighs, knowing very well that he can’t make it out with any lies.

“We’re dating, but can you please not tell anyone” Draco begs.

“What do you think, Fred?” George says.

“Fine, but it cost”, Fred says and crosses his arms.

“Exactly what I thought”, George says with a grin and high-five his brother.

Draco sigh, “What do I have to do?”

“Buy some of our products”, the twins say simultaneously.

ϟ

It was Draco’s idea to keep your relationship a secret. But it isn’t going too well. He had told, by now, many people that you two are dating.

His whole quidditch team knows that because he had sneaked off with you before the match for you to give him a good luck kiss.

His captain Marcus had pushed him to tell where he had been, and even if he made up something, Marcus didn’t believe him until he told the captain about you. It ended with Marcus telling the whole team.

Luna had also been too observant of how Draco acts. And then had she asked Draco, after she noted that every time you two passed each other in the corridors, your hands would sneakily brush each other’s.

It was something that Draco likes to do. He would, however, if he could walk down the corridor hand in hand with you.

After Luna asked Draco, he had confessed that you two are dating. Somehow it’s effortless for him to tell everyone that you’re dating. Maybe he’s proud and too in love with you, that makes him say it. It does sound nice when he says it; has he thought of it.

Even the golden trio know that by now. It happened last week when you was send to the hospital wing because you had fallen from the stairs. It was nothing major, but you had to have a check-up to be sure.

When Draco heard that you were in the hospital wing, he ran right away to there. But Hermione, Ron, and Harry were standing in front of the door to the hospital wing.

You have become close friends with Hermione after your first encounter at lunch in Great Hall. But still, she didn’t know about Draco.

“Not now, Malfoy”, had Harry said, stopping Draco from entering as he thought you wanted some privacy.

“Move, Potter!” Draco demanded. He’s worried about you, so he’s even more annoyed than usual with Harry.

“Why do you even have to go in there now?” Hermione sighed.

“Because my girlfriend is injured and inside there. I’ve got to see her”, Draco said with an annoyed tone.

They all looked at him, confused.

“The only one in there is y/n”, Ron said.

“Yes, it’s y/n who’s my girlfriend. Can you all please move aside?!”

As confused as they are, they moved aside for Draco to slam open the door. They stand by the door to see if this could even be true.

“Draco!” you said excited, happy to see him.

“Love, how are you?” he asked with a worried voice as he walked towards you to give a hug.

“Don’t worry. I’m fine. Just a bit clumsy”, you chuckled.

Your three friends stood at the entrance, confused about what they just had witnessed.

ϟ

So when you sit in the Great Hall for breakfast, you feel someone take a seat beside you. The smell of the too-familiar cologne makes you very surprised—Draco is sitting beside you.

“Hi darling!” he says without trying to be quiet.

You look at him, not sure what he’s doing. In the Great Hall would everyone have the best view to see what’s happening between the two of you.

“Draco, what are you doing?” you whispered, in case Draco had forgotten to keep your relationship a secret.

But Draco didn’t care about that now. “I might have already told too many people about you and me—”

Now you’re looking at him even more confused than before.

“And I’m too in love with you to not hang out with you all the time. So can we please make it not a secret anymore? If you’re comfortable with it”, Draco says and takes your hand in his.

“Draco, I never wanted to keep it a secret. So why would I want it now” you say with a smile—not whispering anymore.

Draco leans into a kiss, and you’re for the first time kissing openly at school. Some people are surprised about you two, but the ones who know about this already are cheering.

When you break the kiss, Draco turns around to everyone and proudly and happily says, “This is my girl, my love!

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Walls & Veils (Draco Malfoy x Reader): Vol.1 

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Summary:

Monday to-do-list:

Coffee! Coffee! Coffeee

Go through pending reports

Eat that almond biscotti everyone is talking about

Draco Malfoy.  Focus. I mean, he is kinda hot

(Where Draco and the reader work for the ministry and communicate every day via “work reports” passed back and forth and have no idea they are actually talking to each other)

Genre: Fluff, workplace romance, enemies to lovers (ish) 

Warnings: none except some light swearing and mentions of food and one mention of scotch

Words: 2900

A/n: I wrote this for the Harry Potter Writing Event. Don’t forget to keep an eye out for stories written by other amazing writers. (Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated). Please note that the POV switches constantly in this but every switch is divided by “****” for your convenience. This is my first time writing a story set in the ministry, hopefully it worked out..

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amanda, making everyone a draco simp for ages.

imagine draco just buying you the most extensive dresses and makeup and then dressing you up in his room and getting you all dolled up because he's feminine like that <3<3

Draco Malfoy likes it when you look your best.

He buys you fancy dresses, the ones that hang like silk around your frame, and the ones that leave your collarbones exposed.

The jewelry he gifts you with is pristine, dangling earrings and charmless bracelets, always silver and never in gold.

You’re not allowed to wear necklaces.

He likes the look of his fingers wrapped around the supple skin of your neck, he thinks it makes you look more fragile, more delicate, more beautiful than any set of diamonds ever could.

Often, he’ll find himself staring at you. The way you look with your hair all done up and your skin painted in the pretty cosmetics that he buys for you is enough to have him, a grown man, falling to his knees.

And the way he touches you is gentle, the feeling of his fingers as they graze along his favourite places - your cheekbones, your jawline, the edges of your pouting lips - never fails to bring a sudden blush to the alabaster skin of his cheeks because you’re just so pretty.

“My pretty girl,” he would whisper, breath tickling the shell of your ear as his hand would come up to hold your chin. “So pretty and all for me, hm?”

Although he always is whenever he’s with you.

I went HJSJDKDJ :sobs:

Living and dying every single day after a dream you both share.

THIS FIC WAS SO MUCH FUN DJJKSLKDFJ

When The Tides Fall Silent || Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're a clutched against Draco after being saved from drowning by a ship of pirates. You're also pirates. Pirates hungry for power.

Authors Notes: Okay, literally I spat this out after having this image stuck in my head from when I was high last night. Don't think the summary really summarizes this. I don't know, I just wanted to write something for Draco and I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: Implications to sex but nothing explicit, swearing, near death experience.

His shirt, damp, almost clinging against his chest as hard as you cling onto him. Your teeth are still clattering from the cold, the vision of the salt water spiraling through your mind.

He nuzzles against your neck. His hot breath promises a blank mind, free of worry.

The ground you are lying on tilts and you are reminded that you are still not safe. Not fully. Not yet.

Your lungs ache when you remember how much sea water you have swallowed. You wonder if Draco shares the same pain.

He seems relaxed. Far too relaxed. Although he always is whenever he's with you. And you know it's dangerous. For Circe’s sake, it's far too dangerous but you just can't seem to help yourselvess.

A lamp hangs in the far corner of the hold where you were given a place to sleep. It seeps a blunt, eerie light throughout the musky space. Boxes and barrels are stowed against the walls of the ship and you have settled in the far corner.

You know you're here because you are a woman. The other pirates believe a woman on deck is bad luck. Draco seems to think not. Not in the way that he holds you close like this, his legs tangled with yours. You know he would have been given a room after being saved from the deep, dark ocean. From the verge of drowning.

But not when he's with you. And you know this is the exact kind of bad luck the pirates seem to talk about.

So you lay on some fur some poor boy has handed to Draco, and an old blanket drapes over your almost bare bodies. You have tried to rid as much of the wet clothes, but still lay in your undergarments. The thought of laying completely naked amongst a ship full of pirates seems to make you weary.

Although the very man laying beside you, tracing circles on the small of your back, is a pirate. Merlin, you yourself claim to be one.

So isn't it hypocritical to judge them just as they judge you?

“Stop it,” he murmurs and his lips are heavenly against your skin. So warm, compared to your clammy flesh. He's just as wet as you are and the night is long. The planks underneath you creak.

“I beg your pardon?” The wind sends chills through your bones even though there is not an open door. It seeps through the cracks and holes of the ship. Ever reminding you just how far you are from home.

“Stop thinking. It's distracting.” And he pulls you in closer. His cock is placid between his legs and you know the only reason is because it's so fucking cold. You're sure he's blood is busy pumping through more important parts of his body. Though that certain part is as equally important to you as the rest.

“I can't just stop thinking.” You clip back at him. But you know he means no harm with his words.

“I can make you.” You know his promises aren't empty but both know you're far too drained for anything but to hold onto each other.

“They said they'll be casting anchors at Semalios in two days. That's when we escape. Find ourselves a ship. A crew. Of our own. Where we're in control. You said we were destined to rule the world, Draco. So that's what we'll be doing.”

“Once we find the Eye of Agemanis. Once we find it,” he pauses and puts his head beside yours on the pillow. You can make out his icy cold eyes in the night. “We'll be unstoppable.”

He kisses you ferociously. With the hunger that never seems to die down.

But then your breath falls short because your lungs betray you and you know he understands when you gasp and lay on your back. The ceiling is murky, mold has started to cover every inch.

He copies your movement, his ice cold hand idly finding yours.

“I want to crown you the queen that you are. The crown that you deserve. The crown of the fucking world.” His voice sounds spiteful. Spiteful to a world who does not see the woman beside him as he does.

“We'd rule hand in hand. And you would be my king. Be the king. People will bow down to us. Fear us. Envy us.” You feel the delirium taking over. It always does. Whenever you allow yourselves to indulge in your fantasies of power.

“The Malfoys. Ruling the fucking world like we deserve.” Suddenly he growls. “You drive me bloody insane.” A squeeze to your hand and you know this is where you belong.

Beside him, no matter what.

Living and dying every single day after a dream you both share.

A dream that will probably be your demise.

But as you listen to the waves splashing against the ship and the whistle of the wind threatening to freeze your insides, you don't care what will happen.

Because you'll die for Draco Malfoy as much as you live for him.

And neither of you think you can stay away.

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RED WINE (PART II)

is forgiveness even an option when the damage was too severe?

PART 1, 2, 3

PAIRING: Actor!Draco X Actress!Reader

WARNINGS ➨ ANGST, cursing, marital problems, blood, mentions of kissing, sex and cheating, fighting

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WORD COUNT: 1.5k

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Your heels were echoing around the stairs as you descended up violently. The sleeves of your white button up seeped through with bright stinging red blood.

Tears lightly coursed down your cheek and silent sobs were leaving your lips. You reached the last step and quickly ran to your bedroom. Not bothering to close the door, you entered the bathroom and turned on the lights.

Small shards of glass were pressing against your skin, some even buried through the flesh. The numbing started to increase. Your clean hand opened the faucet and let the water run. Slowly, you took out the shards out of your palm.

Groaning in pain, the red gore mixed with the water and went to the drain. You washed your hand that had small micro cuts carefully under the water, when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.

Coming to a halt, Draco placed his heavy head on your shoulder, pressing his body against your back tightly. Harshly, you tried to budge off his hold on your body.

“Stop it, Draco.”

“I’m sorry, darling..” He gently whispers in your ear, while you turn your head away from his near lips. No amount of force could break away his hold, he was too strong.

“I said stop it!”

A pause.

He finally let you go, and you took the chance to turn off the sink and walk away from him and his ‘apology’.

Opening one of the drawers, you grabbed a clean towel that now got stained with the remains of your wound with red. You dried off your arm then threw it on the bed.

“I’m trying to say sorry!” His voice broke the silence and filled the room, while you opened the closet and got out your sleepwear. Draco stayed at the door frame, eyeing your movements with arousing suspicion.

“Well, apology not accepted!” Slamming the cabinet closed, you grabbed your phone charger from the bedside table near him then headed for the door.

“I’m sleeping in the guest bedroom.” Draco saw you let out your anger and close the bedroom door as he groaned, obviously annoyed. He sat down on the edge of the bed, filled with regret and irritation.

A distant door locking made him sure that he couldn’t take another chance in apologizing. You made that clear.

You sighed deeply, a big weight adding onto your chest. You lousily got out of your heels, and walked slowly to the bed barefoot. Once you reached your destination, sitting down at the edge of the bed, you immediately broke down in tears.

Your sleepwear fell to the floor and you brought your news to your chest, rocking back and forth like a child while the tears drop to your arm, your sleeve and your knee.

Because in the 5 years of your marriage, this wasn’t the first time this ever occurred.

From family arguments to media reports, it was always like that. If you didn’t want to let the fight continue, walk away.

From mourning in secret, you drifted off to sleep in the same clothes.

“Aren’t they supposed to be changing positions?”

“Yeah, they are.” Daniel kept his eyes on the extras, constantly looking around them and seeming lost.

You left the morning after your fight at 5am for call time, and headed to set for the shooting of your new show. No nerve in your body wanted to leave a note or a goodbye to your husband; after all, he deserved every bit of your resentment.

You and Daniel were sitting beside each other and going through the script while the director talked to the extras, and you couldn’t help but get distracted after waking up dizzy and fatigued. You were burning hot this morning, and you almost thought you were sick, but thankfully you just needed food.

Other than that, Daniel noticed you were reserved today and did his best to keep you cheerful. His joyful spirits always rubbed off on you, no matter how weird and idiotic they were.

“Why are you so sad?”

“I’m not! I’m just..tired, that’s all.”

“Well, better wake yourself up. Or else I’ll have to dance in front of you again.”

“Oh, please don’t..” Trying your best to beg, he got up from his chair and started to repeat his silly childish routine that earned him giggles from you. Your jaw started to hurt from laughing and your cheeks were red.

The cameramen were pointing to you two and laughed along. Covering your big grin, you muffled your loud chuckles, small happy tears even formed on your eyes.

“Stop! They’re looking at us!”

“Stop being tired and I will.” He had a bright grin while he flailed his arms around and swirled his hips.

“Fine, fine! I’m awake.” Daniel stopped dancing and sat beside you again, focusing his eyes on your deeply coloured cheeks.

“God, you almost made me cry my makeup off..” Wiping them off with your fingers, you prayed that your mascara wasn’t smeared, so the makeup artist wouldn’t have so much trouble. He chuckled lightly and laid back on his seat, almost falling off that you laughed out loud again.

“You’re so weird…but I like that.”

In the corner of your eye, you saw a platinum blonde move, turning your head, your smile dropped. Draco was taking a selfie with one of the girls from the crew and giving them a hug afterwards then turned to your direction afterwards.

“I’ll be right back.” Daniel nods and watches you walk away to your husband’s direction. Keeping your high ground, Draco meets your distance and gives you a small hug.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Can't the lead actress’ husband visit her on set?” Draco smirks, fixing his eyes in another direction. And beyond all doubt he was glaring at Daniel with a burning stare.

“Hi, darling.” He fixed his attention on you again and reached for a small hug.

“Don’t call me ‘darling’!” You immediately pull away and step back from his advances. A few people turned their heads and watched you both closely and stopped their conversations halfway. Draco nervously took a quick scan of the room and saw Daniel slowly stand up from curiosity.

“Sweetheart, people are watching—don’t cause a scene..” He forced out a chuckle, still looking left and right.

“You’re really going to stoop down to that level?” No reply.

“You’re so fucking ridiculous..” You stormed off and headed for your trailer. Draco followed you from behind but stopped when Daniel blocked his path.

“I don’t think you should talk to her anymore..”

“Get out of my way, I’m her husband!” He pushed away his arm and went outside to search for you.

It didn’t take too much time to find your trailer, considering the names in front of the white doors. He rushed inside and found you fixing your hair in the mirror, then stopped when you peered at his reflection.

“Fine, I’m here to make sure that creep doesn’t touch you.” Staring at him with disbelief, you scoffed and turned to his stance.

“That still doesn’t give you an excuse of showing up to set—my set—unannounced! Draco, he’s my co-star! Much less, my character is dating him! Do you really think staying away from him is possible?”

“If others can stay away from their ex, I’m sure it’s possible!”

“Their ex–” You broke out in psychotic laughter and left him bewildered. Your joy changed to a glare in a snap. “Daniel isn’t my ex! He’s just a fellow actor! It’s called being professional! That’s it! I’m sure you have co-stars too. Or are you perhaps forgetting the time the press saw you make out with Amelia drunk in a club? Is that just professional matters?”

“Did you really have to bring that up?”

“Uh huh!”

“Oh, so what was happening between you two a second before I arrived was nothing?”

“You mean talking? Try it sometimes, maybe your wife will respect you.”

The distant call of the director got your attention. “Places everyone!” You broke off your long stare and grabbed your phone when a knock was heard.

“We’re up in 5, love.” Daniel’s voice muffled through the door, and Draco had fumes going out of his ear from his presence. Before opening the door, you faced Draco, face inches apart in a deadly stare.

“I’m allowing you to stay here. But don’t do anything stupid, or else I’ll call for security. I don’t care if you’re my husband; I’m at liberty to ask for assistance anywhere around here.” Turning the door knob, you stepped outside of your trailer and walked back with Daniel, Draco following you a few minutes later.

Draco had to watch you and Daniel shoot a scene that was probably his worst nightmare and the reasons for his possible killings in the future. Kissing, hugging and implied sex was all in that one episode.

And some people were watching him clench his jaw all the while seeing his wife do the things they once did 5 years ago. The playful kisses, sweet talk and showers of endless gifts.

He almost envied Daniel’s character for being able to do them with you.

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AHAHH THIS WAS SO FUN AND NERVE WRACKING AT THE SAME TIME

Not Enough Time

draco malfoy x female slytherin!reader

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summary: time rush! y/n and draco can find their soulmates but only under a certain time limit! can they find their soulmates, or will they never be able to find them?

warnings: a few cursed words

writers note: this is a collab with @thehalfbloodedwitch !! thank you so much for collaborating with me, it's been so fun. i wrote y/n's pov and she wrote draco's !! we're excited for you all to read this, enjoy <3

Y/N's POV

The glow. The glow of the diary, the way it dazzles and illuminates. It makes your heart skip a beat. Or at least that’s what y/n heard.

y/n had dreamt of it for a long while, the glow of the diary as it illuminates her and the person who she’d call her soulmate.

She’d heard of the story countless of times by her family. She’d heard about how when she reaches fifteen years old, she’d be given a diary and not just any diary— one that glows when you meet your soulmate. The thought left y/n awestruck, the thought of finding someone who’d be a perfect match— the one just for her, both amazes her and scared her.

Which is why she was sitting nervously in the dungeons, staring at the diary before her. 48 hours, it said. ‘48 hours’ she thought, ‘2 days until I meet my soulmate…’ The thought was nerve wrecking, there were parts of her that was excited of course, however, the anxiety she got from thinking about it overruled it.

“It was Potions when I first met him, Snape had assigned us as partners and it was such a coincidence that we were both soulmates. How have I never noticed him before!” she’d say, “The glow of the diary, oh, y/n, I wish you saw it!”

“It was Potions when I first met him, Snape had assigned us as partners and it was such a coincidence that we were both soulmates. How have I never noticed him before!” she’d say, “The glow of the diary, oh, y/n, I wish you saw it!”

“It was Potions when I first met him, Snape had assigned us as partners and it was such a coincidence that we were both soulmates. How have I never noticed him before!” she’d say, “The glow of the diary, oh, y/n, I wish you saw it!”

Part of y/n wished to see it, but part of her would be bummed that her soulmate wasn’t as easy to find as Astoria’s. y/n had been searching since she had turned fifteen and now, she was still searching. It wasn’t completely rare that it takes a while to find your soulmate, however, her timer was running out and fast. She only has two days left on her timer and to be able to find her soulmate, it would be a closer.

“What if I can’t find my soulmate...” y/n whispered out to Astoria who was sitting next to her on the couch. Astoria’s eyes soften on her before bringing up her hands to rub y/n’s back, “You’ll find them. You’ve got 2 days, you can search around starting now! And if you can’t find your soulmate, don’t worry. You’ll still have me.”

y/n tried to smile at her, before she was able to reply, Astoria’s friends called out to her. “I’ve got to go, I’ll see you during lunch?” Astoria asked to which she nodded in reply. ‘So much for having you with me,’ y/n thought to herself before averting her gaze on to the table in front of her.

y/n reached out and grabbed the diary that was set on the table, before standing up and looking at the page one last time. “Might as well start looking for my soulmate now…” y/n whispered to herself, as she hid the diary in her robes.

She decided to head out to the Great Hall first, lots of students tend to hang around there and that would be a great first start of the day. As y/n walked past people in the hall, she’d make sure to glance every now and then, down at her diary. Hoping to see it glow, even if it’s just a slight glow.

However, there was no luck. y/n decided to head towards the courtyard, even more students hangout around here. y/n couldn’t blame them, it was nice out today and who could say no to a little sun.

She walked through the corridors as she headed towards the direction of the courtyard, the corridor was busy as usual, which made y/n slightly upset since it’ll make her job harder.

That’s when she noticed it. The glow that was coming from her robes as she turned the corner. y/n quickly grabbed the diary from her pockets and brought it up to examine, however, the glow was lost.

y/n quickly turned her head around to look behind her, however, no one caught her eyes. She turned to glance at her diary again, “Maybe I’m seeing things…”

When she reached the courtyard, as y/n suspected, many were out here on the courtyard. Most of them were either reading, talking or doing anything they’d want around here. y/n walked around the place as she looked around at the people who were hanging around, that was when she saw someone sitting behind a tree.

She headed towards the person who was sitting near the tree, before her diary glowed once again in her robe. As she was about to reach that person, she watched as someone beat her to it. She watched as a tall blonde—almost silver— haired boy, walked towards the person reading at the tree.

y/n made out the words that came out of his lips: “I think you’re my soulmate.” Those words caused y/n to stop midway, the person at the tree was not her soulmate. Who would’ve thought soulmate finding would be so hard, should’ve been given a map instead of a diary with a timer.

y/n turned her back towards them as she started to head towards her first class of the day. That’s when it hit her, the boy who said those words was Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince. She’d know that blonde haired boy anywhere.

‘Lucky he’s not my soulmate…’ y/n shuddered as she thought back to her first interaction with him. She had accidentally bumped into him in the corridor as he was heading towards the common room.

It was a restless day, yet she still had no time to rest as she was heading towards the library to grab a few textbooks to help write her essay that was due tomorrow.

She was in such a rush that she didn’t notice someone walking by as she crashed into them. “Watch where you’re goin—“ the voice exclaimed, causing y/n to look up from where she had fallen. She quickly cut them off, “Don’t you have eyes? Spilled my fucking coffee!”

The boy in front of her replied back to her as she got up, “Excuse me? You bumped into me, smartass.” His silver eyes narrowed on y/n’s figure as she examined the damage done to her clothes as she cursed under her breath. Grabbing the wand from her pocket, she brought it up and cased a spell to clean her clothes.

“Thank you so much for helping me out, blond hair,” she replied back with a sarcastic smile. This boy was not making her mood any better as her ‘smile’ sook turned into a scowl as she walked past him before yelling back. “I will want my coffee back from you, understand?”

y/n still remembered when she could practically hear his scoff from the other end of the hall way, which infuriated her even more. y/n decided to have a rest from her soulmate hunting, besides she had classes to focus on. ‘It could wait tomorrow,’ she thought as she entered the classroom.

The next day was as busy as ever as y/n raced with time to find her soulmate. y/n entered the Transfiguration classroom as she watched Draco stood confidently in front of the girls, ‘Always one for praise,’ y/n thought to herself, almost rolling her eyes as she did, ‘He isn’t even in this class.’

She walked past Draco as she headed towards her desk, that was when her diary that she held tightly to her chest glowed. She looked around the room as more students continued to enter the classroom, how is she supposed to know who it is as more people came in.

y/n continued to glance around the room, hoping to make eye contact with them and feel some sort of connection. Just anything. She needed the diary to glow once more.

She couldn’t help but let out a sigh as Astoria sat down next to her. “Are you alright, y/n?” she asked y/n, making notice of how tired and down she looked.

y/n shook her head as she brought her chin to rest on her arms. “Is this about your soulmate?” Astoria asked her, causing y/n to turn to look at her. “I just can’t seem to find him, it’s so hard! I’m running out of time and I’m really worried, Tori,” y/n vented.

“It will be okay, y/n. You’ll find them, I’m sure,” Astoria tried to reassure her, bringing her hand up to slightly squeeze y/n’s arm.

‘Easy for you to say… your soulmate was literally your potions partner,’ y/n thought to herself, but then shook the thought. ‘Astoria was trying to be nice, don’t let your mood control yourself.’ She tried to smile at Astoria and avert the conversation to something else.

The Transfiguration class dread on and on. All y/n could think about was her soulmate, how she’d never find him again if the timer stops. When the class finally ended, y/n stood up from her desk and quickly grabbed her diary out of her pocket. The numbers on the timer made her heart drop, it was only a few minutes away… She’d be too late.

y/n was never one to give up so easily, but she couldn’t help it. It was out of her control and she couldn’t find her soulmate that quickly, it had taken her weeks and yet she couldn’t find him.

“I’m gonna go for a walk, see you later,” she told Astoria. She decided to go on a walk to clear her mind, not finding a soulmate isn’t the end of the world, she tried to reassure herself.

She entered the dark corridors near the Great Hall and she couldn’t help but stopped to pace around. Her anxiety really wasn’t helping her, especially with the fact that a ticking timer was counting down in her hand.

That’s when she heard footsteps coming from behind her, causing her to turn around because her eyes were averted to the diary in her hand that was glowing brightly. There it was… the illumination of her face and the one she’d call her soulmate. Who would’ve thought it was him.

Draco's POV

1 year 2 days before

Draco Malfoy had an even weirder state, he was in fact a ‘rare case’ as Snape would say. When Draco turned 15, he was excited about knowing how much time he had for finding his soulmate, he went and picked up his diary from his drawer and when he opened it, it left him confused, “1 year and 2 days?” Draco said, disappointment clearly heard in his voice.

He took his diary and left for the Great Hall, as he sat on the Slytherin table Blaise and Pansy joined by Theo and Enzo all came in and sat next to him, “Well, how much time do you guys have?” Pansy squealed, “I have 4 days,” Blaise said as he took a sip of his pumpkin juice, “3,” Theo said, not even taking his eyes out of the omelet in front of him, “Well, I have 5,” Enzo said as he turned to look at Draco, expecting an answer but all he got was a sigh from him.

“Draco! How many days do you have?” Pansy asked and Draco replied saying “367 days” Blaise spit the pumpkin juice he had in his mouth, Theo just shot his head up from the omelet at the speed of light, and Enzo was left with his mouth wide open, “Are you kidding me?” Pansy finally spoke to which Draco just opened his diary and showed it to her.

“There has to be a mistake, this isn’t possible, is it?” Enzo asked, “I have no idea mate,” Theo said as he took a bite out of his omelet, “Looks like I am never going to find her, I mean a year and 2 days? Who is this book kidding?” Draco asked to which Blaise replied, “Apparently you”, everyone held back a laugh while Draco just glared at Blaise. “Maybe you should ask Snape?” Pansy suggested to which Draco nodded, “I will ask him after classes,” he said and left for attending his classes.

“May I come in professor?” Draco asked as he knocked on the door of Snape’s office, “Come in,” said Snape. Draco opened and closed the door behind him and as he sat on his chair, Snape asked “Why have you come here now?” to which Draco replied “Professor, I think there is a mistake in my diary” as he handed him his diary, Snape examined the diary closely, he opened its pages and checked it thoroughly and stated “Nothing is wrong in this diary Mr. Malfoy. This diary is perfectly fine” and Draco huffed and said “But, how can I only have a year and 2 days to find my soulmate while the others have 3 or 4?” to which Snape replied, “Well, if I were you, Mr. Malfoy I would be extremely happy about it, you have plenty of time to find her, what else would anyone possibly want?” Snape asked and Draco replied, “But professor, why do I get so much time?” “You see Mr. Malfoy, you are a rare case, in which. Your soulmate hasn’t yet reached the age of 15 yet” Draco sighed and said “Thank you professor” he then stood up and left the office.

“What do you mean ‘not reached the age of 15’?” Theo mocked Snape and Blaise replied saying “Well, he clearly said she didn’t turn 15 yet, so that means she is in the year below ours” to which Enzo patted Blaise’s back and Pansy rolled her eyes “Wasn’t it obvious?” she said, “Whatever it is, I have plenty of time to find her so you fools find yours before your time’s up, and now let me sleep in peace,” Draco said and stood up from the common room couch and headed to his room. The others too returned to their dorms and slept, but Draco couldn’t sleep the whole night, he kept thinking about who his soulmate could be. His thoughts were every time interrupted by Theodore’s snoring which annoyed Draco to the core.

The next day, as Draco couldn’t sleep at all, he was pissed at everything and anything. Nothing could brighten up his mood, and to top it all off, his professors had given him bundles and bundles of homework. Draco was carrying his paperwork and was navigating his way to the common room when he suddenly bumped into someone, “Watch where you’re goin-” Draco was cut off by another voice “Don’t you have eyes? Spilled my fucking coffee!” “Excuse me? You bumped into me, smartass” Draco said as he narrowed his eyes on the person whom he bumped into, a girl was standing next to him, coffee spilled all over her clothes, she looked like her day wasn’t going all well like his, she muttered a few curses under her breath and took out her wand and cleaned her clothes. “Thank you so much for helping me out, blond hair” she sarcastically said and gave a forced smile towards him, “I will want my coffee back from you, understand?” she shouted and went in the opposite direction.

“What does she think of herself? Some idiotic mudblood” Draco muttered to himself as he made his way towards the Slytherin common room, he saw something glowing underneath his robe but as he went to look at what it was, he could find nothing but his diary, he sighed and remembered he had assignments and homework to finish and quickly said the password and entered the common room. “Welcome back Draco! I thought you got lost” Theo said as Draco glared at him and set his things on the table, “Some stupid girl bumped into me and spilled her coffee all of herself and she was blaming it on ME?” Draco said, “Obviously, it wasn’t your fault at all, you are always right!” Blaise mocked and Enzo laughed hysterically.

2 days before

“Dumbass wake up!” Pansy shouted as she poured water all over Draco’s sleeping figure, “What the fuck Parkinson?” Draco shouted as he caught his breath from the cold water that was poured on him, “You have 48 hours to find your fucking soulmate, thank me later” she said and left his dorm. “Shit” Draco muttered to himself and shot up from his bed and got changed into dry clothes and freshened up.

“Okay, so I just have to take my diary and go out, done, simple, easy,” he said to himself and walked out of his dorm room just to be met with several people holding hands and walking who were probably soulmates, people kissing each other to which Draco just fake gagged and left for his classes.

His first class was Charms and when he entered the classroom, Professor Flitwick was nowhere to be found, many seats were still empty, so Draco decided on finding his soulmate till the time the professor arrived. He set his things on a desk and immediately left, as he was walking the corridors, he saw something glow underneath his robe, but when he checked the diary that was kept inside his robe it wasn’t shining at all. “Why am I seeing things now?” Draco muttered to himself and kept walking further. There were many students near him so it would be difficult to find ‘her’ in this crowd, so he moved away from the crowded students and went into the courtyard.

The courtyard was filled with many students but most of them were busy reading, talking, and doing whatever, which now would be easy for Draco to find his soulmate. He walked towards a girl who seemed to be reading under a tree and minding her own business, Draco came towards her and awkwardly just stood there and sneakily looked under his robe, but the diary didn’t glow, he sighed and when he was about to leave something glowed again inside his robe, he turned back and he again saw the same girl sitting under the tree, he confidently went to her and cleared his throat and spoke: “I think...umm… you are my soulmate..” “Excuse me, I have a soulmate already, thank you,” she said and shut her book and stood up and walked away, Draco just blinked- he just didn’t know what to say, he looked at his diary which was still glowing, “That means she is somewhere here” and as he looked around he saw several students. Which one could be his soulmate?

By that time he realized that he had a class to be at, without a second thought he ran through the corridor and when he entered the classroom, Professor Flitwick had started the class 20 minutes ago. “Mr. Malfoy, why are you late for the class?” he asked “I..umm..I apologize, Professor, it wouldn’t happen again.” Draco said and sat on his seat and attended the class.

He didn’t even get time after charms, so he didn’t bother looking for his soulmate, “Did you find her yet?” a worried Pansy asked Draco to which he just shrugged and said “I didn’t get time, maybe later” “Are you kidding me Draco? This isn’t a joke, you HAVE to find your soulmate within the allotted time, if you fail you know what will happen right?” Pansy scolded “Yes I know Parkinson, you can never meet your soulmate ever again,” Draco said and sat on the couch of the common room, “Draco, you have to find her, for Merlin's sake take this seriously, rest is your wish,” Pansy said and left for her dorm.

Draco just sat on the couch and thought of what Pansy said “She says it as though it’s so easy” he said to himself and sighed “Who mate?” Theodore came into the common room and sat next to Draco, “Didn’t mean to tell that out loud” Draco said and Theo sighed and repeated “Who?” to which Draco said “Parkinson, she thinks it so easy to find your soulmate, I mean it isn’t for me” “Mate, nothing is easy, but at least you have an advantage, you know she is in the year below ours, you just have to find who” Theo said and Draco looked at Theo and said “Wait, right she is the year below me” to which Theo rolled his eyes and said “I thought you weren’t stupid” to which Draco glared at him and left to the corridors, “She’s in the year below, but where to find her” he thought of several places where his juniors might be and ended up at the Great Hall where many people were having their dinner. Draco clenched his diary which was in his robe and walked through the Hall, he prayed to Merlin that he should find his soulmate here, but all he got was stares from many people who thought he went mad.

“I give up, what is this nonsense! I mean I have looked everywhere and any place I can think of, but I found nothing, you guys continue to have fun with your soulmates, I am happy single” Draco said as he sat on his dorm bed where Blaise, Enzo, and Theo were talking among themselves. “Are you serious?” Blaise asked and Draco nodded, “Come on man! Don’t give up so easily, even I needed time finding her but at least I found her, you can find her, maybe tomorrow?” Enzo suggested, “I told you to look for a girl who is the year below ours, did you do that?” Theo asked “Where should I find the year below students? Where would they be? How do I know?” Draco asked and Blaise suggested “You can find them with the help of their timetable, we can ask Astoria for their timetable” “Wait, what if Astoria is your soulmate? Have you gone to her with the diary?” Enzo asked, “No, I haven’t but I think she isn’t my soulmate” Draco replied as he lay on his bed and said “Well, tomorrow I will ask Astoria for their timetable, then let’s see” and the boys then turned the lights off and went to bed. Draco closed his eyes and whispered to himself “You can do this “and slept into a deep sleep.

The next day went in a blink of an eye, he woke up and straight went to Astoria with the diary in his robe, “Tori, could you tell me your year’s timetable?” Draco asked, “Why do you need it Draco?” Astoria asked as she looked inside her bag for the timetable, “Umm, you know...my soulmate is the year below ours, so I have time till today to find her” Draco said as he took the timetable from Astoria’s hand, “Well, good luck” she said and walked away to her friends. Draco looked under his robe, but the diary didn’t glow. He sighed and got ready for his day in finding his soulmate.

“Okay, so their first class is Potions, I wouldn’t be able to find them there…uhh... their second is Transfiguration, our second period is free, isn’t it?” Draco asked as he took a bite out of his toast, “Umm, I suppose we do” Enzo said, “Splendid, I can find her in the second period” Draco stated as he finished his toast and looked at Pansy with hope and she smiled at Draco and nodded.

Draco made his way towards the Transfiguration classroom early; he yet again clenched his diary which was now in his robe and waited patiently for the girls to arrive. After 10 minutes or so, a pool of students arrived at the Transfiguration classroom and when Draco looked underneath his robe, his diary glowed. A determination rose in Draco, and he was determined to find her, he confidently came in front of the girls but suddenly his diary stopped glowing. “What is this bullshit” Draco whispered to himself and when he looked towards his right, Professor McGonagall stood in front of him, hands on her hips, and said “Mr. Malfoy, do you need help in finding your way or have you found it now?” to which Draco gulped and said “Y-Yes Professor, I have, thank you” and scurried away from the classroom as he heard a few girls giggle in the crowd. “How the fuck do I find her now?” he asked himself to which he found no answer. He just waited in the corridor, waiting for some idea to creep into the ‘brilliant’ mind of his but none did appear. He heard a few students walk out of the Transfiguration classroom, he then walked towards them and managed to find Astoria among them, “Tori!” he shouted to which a brunette girl came towards him and said, “What is it Draco?” “Tori, do you know anyone from your year who doesn’t have a soulmate?” Draco asked, Astoria thought for a while and responded “Wait, there is I think one girl, Slytherin, who doesn’t have a soulmate, that’s what I have heard” “Could you tell me who she is?” to which Astoria opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by her friend “Tori! Class!” and Draco glared at the girl who called her, Astoria turned to Draco and said “Draco, can I talk to you later? After class maybe?” and Draco simply nodded and left the corridor and went straight to his class, Transfiguration.

“And Astoria was about to tell me her name but some stupid friend of hers called her for class” Draco finished telling his little story to his friends, “It’s alright, you can still find her Draco” Blaise encouraged him and motioned Theo to do the same “Yes, don’t lose hope Draco” “You? Encouraging me? Thanks, I’ll pass” Draco whispered, and McGonagall glared at him from her desk after which he stopped talking to them.

Present

The rest of the classes went fine but Draco was curious to know his soulmate, who could she be? What if she doesn’t like him? What if he doesn’t like her? Many such thoughts started arising in Draco’s mind that he just couldn't help but think, what if he never met his soulmate? “Draco, focus” he muttered to himself and made his way towards Astoria with confidence, “Tori, about the girl who doesn’t have a soulmate,” Draco said and Astoria turned to him and said “Yes, her name is Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n, she hasn’t found her soulmate yet” Draco nodded and asked “Do you know where she is?” to which Astoria nodded and said “Well, the last I saw her was in the corridor near the Great Hall, her time is about to be up so she was walking there” and Draco thanked her and went out of the Great Hall into the dark corridor.

“I know she isn’t going to be my soulmate” he had given up already and just thought this would again be a failed attempt of his to find his soulmate, he heard footsteps of someone, they seemed stressed and were pacing back and forth, Draco went towards the noise and stood there to see who it was, that was until his diary glowed in his robe and he saw someone else’s diary glow up near him, the light illuminated the face of the person who was next to him, and he was met with the same girl whose coffee he knocked over.

“You are my soulmate blond hair?” she asked him and Draco, with a smile on his face said “Yes, it seems like I am your soulmate Y/n” Y/n’s eyes widened at this, “How do you know my name?” “That’s beside the point, hello my name is Draco, Draco Malfoy,” he said and extended his hand towards her which she shook and said “It wasn’t enough time at all to find you, you know that? I thought I would never find my soulmate” she breathed out and Draco chuckled at this and said “Indeed, well coffee?” to which Y/n laughed and nodded.

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