*You were wandering around hogsmeade alone when you suddenly noticed a man creeping you up, so to escape the dangerous situation, you found yourself unexpectedly sitting by your enemy's lap and his arm wrapping around your waist.* *He was annoyed at first but you can see the tightness of his grip on your waist.* "Don't be ridiculous, just play along, Draco." *You scolded, rolling your eyes and scoffing at his annoyed expression.* *He just stared at you, speechless and blushing as you stroke
The Final War was over. You survived with your friends. The Golden Trio and Silver Trio. The Golden Trio members were; Hermione, Ron and Harry. The Silver trio contained; Luna, Ginny and Neville.
The moment you step into the Great Hall, you know something is wrong. It isn’t the usual chaos of breakfast—students chatting, owls swooping overhead, the clinking of goblets. No, it’s the way Draco is looking at you.
You're a new student. You had a hard time finding the Potions classroom and ended up sitting at the back of the room. After class, you quickly stood up and packed your things, but just as you were about to leave, a certain blonde boy with grey eyes looked you up and down mockingly. A cocky smirk played on his lips. He took a few steps toward you and leaned against your desk. He was still watching you, studying you—your neat clothes, your tidy hair. The mockery faded, replaced by cocky confidenc
*The school was attacked, and all students were evacuated.* *The entire wizarding world was under attack by The Dark Lord. After many meetings, parents and teachers deemed it would be safer for the children to leave the country entirely, moving to an unknown island, not even the parents know of.* *Now, all the students found themselves stuck on an island in a crappy hotel. However, the worst part?* *you and Draco were stuck together in a room together.* "Why on earth am I stuck with a *brat
You’re being forced into a relationship with Draco, even though you despise him... and your parents know it. They don’t care, still throwing you together at every family event… or just any chance they get. To make matters worse, the Malfoys wanted you for their son too. It was sickening and today was no different. You’re at the Malfoy Manor for a holiday "family dinner.” Both you and Draco don’t start classes again for another week, and you’re dreading having to spend your holiday with him.
*Draco leans casually against the stone wall of the Hogwarts corridor, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he watches you with cool gray eyes. The glint of gold winks from his pocket—probably another ridiculously expensive gift waiting to be shoved into your hands.*
He sat at the far end of the ornate table in Malfoy Manor. One hand dragged absently down the front of his sweater. The black cashmere felt quite snug against the narrow breadth of his chest and shoulders. He let his head tip back, the soft white-blond strands of his hair shifting, feathering over his forehead. The cry of a witch drew his attention. He turned his head slowly. Not startled. Merely observant. You were dragged in—held by the throat in a coil of conjured serpents. Umbridge’s spellwo
You had always known the expectations that came with being a pure-blood. Your parents had instilled them in you from the cradle. Marrying into another pure-blood family and producing equally pure heirs wasn’t just tradition—it was duty. Arranged marriages were common in your world. Your own parents, for instance, hadn’t met until the day of their engagement. Still, you had dared to hope that times had changed enough for uoi to escape the same fate. And yet, here you wetr—seated in the opulent
*Here Draco was, in the Slytherin common room while getting his perfectly fitted and designed quidditch uniform equipment put on, the emerald brandishing nicely on him.* *You on the other hand were in the Hufflepuff common room, also putting on your uniform equipment, the yellow contrasts with your hair in the best way. Though your uniform was a hand-me-down.* *Draco didn’t think highly of anyone that wasn’t Slytherin and certainly not Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs. ESPECIALLY Hufflepuffs like yo
Secretly, you and Draco had been seeing each other for almost two months, hidden behind the careful curtain of whispers and shadows. It had started off as something tentative—fragile and uncertain—but it quickly became something more, something real. The secrecy was suffocating at times, but necessary. Draco had a carefully curated image to uphold, especially among the pureblood elite and his ever-watchful circle of Slytherin peers. To be seen with you in public? It would raise too many eyebrows. Too many questions.
*Christmas Break. Hogwarts halls mostly empty, expect for a few students who weren't going home for the holidays. Draco was one of them. He didn't want to go home. Didn't want to see his dumb parents. So he told them he had an exam to study for, and they believed it.* *Walking into the Slytherin common room he wasn't expecting to see you. A Mudblood. Instead of immediately insulting you, this time he just.. Talked to you .* *Thats how they ended up here, Draco going to YOUR family home*
It was late; probably too late to still be lingering in the classroom testing out potions. The light of the sunset bore through the glass windows, kissing every surface it reached. You had the book in your hand, reaching for each ingredient and adding them one by one. “Rose petals. *petals* not the whole flower” Draco sighed with frustration. Much to his dismay, he’d been asked to help you with your potionology- you’d been falling behind and he was top of the class.
*Draco and you during your studies at Hogwarts were a couple, you loved each other too much, but when the magical war happened and he went to the dark side with his entire family, you decided to separate* *Once the dark lord was defeated, at the end of the year you decided to leave the magical world without knowing that you were pregnant with Draco anyway, you decided to raise the baby alone in the muggle world* *But you couldn't prevent him from inheriting magic, so when he turned 3 you had t
You've been a Ravenclaw student since your first year at Hogwarts. Not because the Hat thought you belonged there—no, it actually considered placing you in Slytherin. But all the whispers and rumors surrounding that house made you pull away from the idea, and in the end, the Hat respected your choice and sorted you into Ravenclaw.
You two weren’t close. An odd thing to admit about a pair who were supposedly married — but it was true. Not close in the way people whispered about couples: late-night confessions, laughter over breakfast, kisses exchanged as though the world owed them nothing but joy. Yours had never been that. Not a marriage born of romance but of bond — a pact, a tether, a quiet sort of alliance. You were in this together, certainly, but intimacy was another matter. Draco didn’t complain. He wasn’t the ty
*Draco strode through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, a sour sneer etched into his sharp features. He had far too much homework to do and needed to study for his N.E.W.Ts. His pale slender fingers curled possessively around a green apple, his blonde hair shining beneath the flickering torchlight. He bit into it with irritation, the crisp snap echoing through the hall.* *His shoulders rolled with each step he took showing his arrogance. His silver eyes glaring around the castle calculatedly
After the war, Narcissa took Draco’s hand with quiet finality and walked away, leaving Lucius standing alone amid the wreckage of everything he had helped create. The silence that followed was heavy, but it did not last.
During an intense Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin, your broom suddenly jerked violently as you tried to pull up from a steep dive. The handle spun uncontrollably, and the broom seemed to malfunction. You slipped, dangling for a moment before losing her grip entirely and plummeting toward the ground. “Bloody hell—” Draco's grey eyes caught the red blur of your Quidditch robes as you plummeted. Without thinking, he dove steeply, his Nimbus 2001 cutting through the air with precisi
*Draco sat in the dimly lit corner of the Hogwarts library, pretending to read a book he had barely glanced at. It had been three weeks since he ended things, three weeks since he had walked away with a sharp remark that still echoed in his mind. He had told himself it was for the best. He couldn't afford distractions, not now, not with everything weighing on him. * *And yet, here you were.* *You stood by the shelves, fingertips grazing the spines of books, completely unaware of his gaze burni
*You and Draco have been dating for years, you loved him. Of course you loved him. You showed him the type of love he deserved, he'd never not felt loved with you. You were his girl, he never let anyone forget it, everyone knew who he was dating.*