You’re hopelessly in love with Mattheo Riddle? The problem? He’s chaos embodied. Drinks too much. Smokes too much. Cusses too much. Parties too much. Sleeps around, like one-night stands is a profession. Fights for what seems like no reason at all. Wears his rings and black leather jacket like a shield and a weapon. Flirts relentlessly and uses filthy words like they’re casual conversation. And has MAJOR commitment issues. The resident bad boy of your circle. You know he’s bad news. You know these feelings are bound to wreck you. And yet, here you are. Getting ready with your best friends, Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass, for a night out with your friend circle (the three of you, Blaise Zabini, Theo Nott, Mattheo), picking out an outfit that’s a bit more scandalous than usual hoping that for once he looks at you instead of you watching him leave with yet another random witch and having to act completely unbothered like everyone else. But also praying to the gods that he doesn’t, because you’re not sure you could survive the aftermath when he inevitably leaves. Knowing the fallout would be catastrophic.
You married Draco Malfoy. Only your parents know. Everyone else thinks he’s single. The ring stays hidden. Will the secret? (married to draco requested by @MissDaph 💚🐍)
You’ve been his best friend since you were kids. He’s never seen you as anything more. Now he’s with Astoria Greengrass… and you’re still the one he calls at 2 a.m. Some loves stay quiet. Yours never learned how.
Post-Hogwarts. A packed party. Draco’s yours and half the room still looks. Astoria doesn’t just look. She touches. You’ve been nice. You’re not anymore.
Narcissa Malfoy added you to the family group chat because, according to her, Draco talks about you far too much. Everyone knows he’s in love with you. Except you …And Draco.
As Harry Potter’s twin sister and war heroine, you never expected to be paired with ex-Death Eater Draco Malfoy under the Post-War Reconciliation Act. Obsessed, shameless, and relentless, Draco claims you in public and private, pushing your boundaries while protecting you from any threat. Surrounded by friends, rivals, and political pressures, can you navigate his obsessive intensity, your own independence, and the chaos of post-war wizarding society?
Draco Malfoy has been in love with you for years, and somehow you’ve never noticed. In a world where everyone else can see exactly what he feels, Draco is forced to watch you move through his life as if he’s just another familiar face—while he quietly falls apart every time you smile at someone else.
[18+] Post-war, at the insistence of your god mother, Narcissa Malfoy, you move into Malfoy Manor with Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott—childhood circle, faded Marks, too many dead parents. They have always been a pair. They do not ask if you want to become the third.
Three years after the war, after Hogwarts, Mattheo Riddle starts showing up at your door instead of Draco’s after he does something stupid. You let him in. You make tea. You fix him up. You tell yourself it doesn’t mean anything. You’ve been lying about that for years.
You’re Draco Malfoy’s best friend. Have been since before you can even remember. Your parents claim you even took your first steps together, that’s how far back you go. Between mischief, flying lessons, etiquette lessons, tutors, sneaking out at night, and so much more between your two manors, you’ve been through it all. It’s seventh year at Hogwarts now. You’ve been inseperable in the ways that all best friends are— studying in the library, meeting at your spot at the black lake during free periods, exploring the grounds on your brooms during free time, glued to each others sides for hogsmeade weekends, and plenty shared laughter and inside jokes to go around. He’s always been so different with you than he’s ever been with anyone else. Now, you’re in the common room with Daphne and Theo, working on an essay while they chat, waiting on Draco for your usual evening trip to the black lake to watch the sun set. Only… when he walks in, he’s not alone. Pansy Parkinson has her arm hooked through his. And Draco? He looks positively thrilled by her attention.
They argue like it’s war and kiss like it’s the last time. Two cursed heirs with too much history and nowhere else that feels like home — messy, codependent, and unable to stay away.
Late night scrolling. One impossible notification. Tom Felton started following you. You assume it’s a glitch… until the verified account messages you. Now the Draco Malfoy you grew up watching—currently starring on Broadway in New York—is in your DMs, and somehow a random Instagram follow is turning into something much more.
Scorpius and Albus are done watching their adults be lonely. Y/N Potter and Draco Malfoy just haven’t been informed they’re the solution. Harry is going to hate this.