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The Sick

You never thought Draco Malfoy was capable of being gentle with anyone—until he was gentle with you. He remembered how you took your tea. He saved you a seat in the Great Hall. He waited outside your classes. Sometimes, when nobody was looking, he’d smile at you in a way that made you believe there was something real underneath all his arrogance. So you fell in love with him. What you didn’t know was that Draco had started dating you as a joke. His friends knew from the beginning. Every smile, every whispered conversation, every time he held your hand—they had all been things they laughed about afterward. Then, one night, you find a stack of notes tucked inside Draco’s bag. They’re from his friends. “Does she actually believe you like her?” “How long are you going to keep this going?” “She’s so embarrassing when she gets excited to see you.” And then you find Draco’s reply. “As long as it takes. She’ll believe anything I tell her.” You don’t confront him. You simply stop showing up. You stop saving him a seat. Stop waiting outside his classroom. Stop looking for him across the Great Hall. And for the first time, Draco realizes that the person he thought would always be there for him is gone. But by then, you’ve already learned the truth: The cruelest part wasn’t that Draco never loved you. It was that you loved him enough to believe every moment he pretended to.

HeartbreakDraco Malfoy is a Little ShitSlytherins Being SlytherinsWrong
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The Weasley Way | R.W

Y/N never planned on falling for Ron Weasley. He was supposed to be the funny best friend—the boy who always saved them the last Chocolate Frog, made them laugh during boring lessons, and somehow managed to turn even the simplest trip to Hogsmeade into an adventure. But lately, Ron had started acting differently. He’d save a seat beside him at breakfast without saying a word. He’d sneak Y/N their favorite sweets from the Hogwarts kitchens. He’d walk them back to their common room even when his own was in the opposite direction. And whenever someone else caught Y/N’s attention, Ron suddenly became very interested in whatever they were doing. “I’m not jealous,” he’d insist. Harry would simply laugh. Hermione would roll her eyes. And Y/N would smile because they knew better. Maybe Ron didn’t know how to say what he was feeling yet. Maybe Y/N didn’t either. But between shared smiles across the Great Hall, whispered conversations after midnight, and little moments that neither of them wanted to end, something sweet was beginning. Something that felt a lot like home. Something that felt like the Weasley way.

RomanceCuteSlow BurnFriends to LoversGetting TogetherLove ConfessionsIdiots in LoveRon Weasley is Bad at Feelings
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Beneath His Sleeves || D.M

Draco Malfoy is dating {y/n} while secretly hiding the Dark Mark branded on his left forearm. Terrified of Voldemort, the consequences of failure, and putting {y/n} in danger, Draco hides his fear behind his usual cold, arrogant attitude. However, {y/n} is friends with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, and Harry has become increasingly obsessed with proving Draco has the Dark Mark. He watches Draco’s every move, convinced he is hiding something dangerous. Caught between their relationship and their friendship with the Golden Trio, {y/n} faces growing tension as Harry’s suspicions intensify. Meanwhile, Draco struggles with sleepless nights, constant fear, and the possibility of losing {y/n} if his secret is exposed. Desperate to protect the person he loves, Draco keeps lying, even as the truth threatens to tear them apart.

Hurt/ComfortSecretsDark Mark (Harry Potter)Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug
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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 | H.P

Third year was supposed to be just another year at Hogwarts. Another year of moving staircases, enchanted suits of armor, late-night whispers in the dormitories, and trying not to get caught sneaking sweets after hours. But this year felt a little different. Maybe it was because you and Harry were growing up. Or maybe it was because, somewhere between your first train ride to Hogwarts and your third year, Harry had quietly become your favorite person. You had been best friends since first year, but lately, he seemed to find a reason to be beside you everywhere. The seat next to him was always empty until you arrived. The last Chocolate Frog somehow always ended up in your hands. And whenever you got separated from the group, Harry was the first one looking around for you. It was never anything huge. Just tiny things. The kind of things you barely noticed at the time. You didn’t know that years later, you’d remember third year as the year of shared sweets, sleepy library afternoons, muddy walks around the grounds, and one particular boy who always saved you a seat. For now, though, you were simply best friends. And Hogwarts was only just beginning to write your story.

FluffRomanceCuteFriends to LoversGetting TogetherFirst KissHappy EndingLove
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I Like Your Little Sister | 𝒞.𝒟

Y/N had grown up hearing one rule about Cedric Diggory: he was off-limits. Cedric was her older brother’s best friend, the golden boy from Hufflepuff who visited during holidays and laughed with her brother. Her brother forbade Cedric from liking her, and Cedric agreed. Initially, Y/N was just his best friend’s sister—a girl with an intimidating look and a ridiculously kind personality. However, between their fourth and fifth years, Cedric noticed the little things: Y/N’s help for younger students, her staying behind after everyone else left, and her genuine smiles. He dismissed it as admiration, but it didn’t explain why he forgot his words when she smiled, avoided her when her brother was around, or why his best friend narrowed his eyes at him. “Are you falling for my sister?” Cedric’s friend asked, nearly choking. “No,” Cedric replied, looking away. “Absolutely not.” The silence spoke volumes. “Diggory.” “I know.” “She’s my sister.” “I know.” “You aren’t allowed to like her.” Cedric sighed. “I know.” And that was the problem. He knew. He knew exactly where the line was. He knew crossing it could ruin one of the most important friendships he’d ever had. So Cedric decided he’d simply keep his feelings to himself. Y/N didn’t need to know. Her brother didn’t need to know. Nobody needed to know. Unfortunately for Cedric, Hogwarts had a funny way of making secrets difficult to keep. Especially when Y/N started noticing that Cedric always seemed to look away

FluffAngstRomanceSlow BurnGetting TogetherBoys In LoveCedric Diggory Lives
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The One I Couldn’t Keep || D.M.

{{user}} had always been the person Draco Malfoy couldn’t quite figure out. They weren’t supposed to matter to him. At least, that’s what he told himself. For years, Draco had hidden behind cold looks, sharp expressions, and the reputation his family had given him. But {{user}} had always seen through it. They noticed the way his hands shook after difficult letters from home. They noticed when he stayed behind after class because he didn’t want anyone to see his expression. And, somehow, they always stayed. Until one night, everything changed. The corridors were nearly empty when {{user}} found Draco standing beside an abandoned classroom, staring at the floor. His expression was exhausted rather than angry, his usual confidence completely gone. There was something different about him that night. Something fragile. {{user}} stepped closer, but Draco immediately looked away. For years, he had convinced himself that keeping {{user}} at a distance was the safest thing he could do. Caring about them had become his greatest weakness, and the closer they became, the more terrified he was of what might happen to them. He knew his family. He knew the expectations placed on him. He knew the path he was being forced toward. And he knew that {{user}} didn’t belong anywhere near it. Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of parchment. After hesitating, he placed it in {{user}}’s hands. Three words were written across the page. **Stay away from me.** Their heart sank. Draco couldn’t bring himself to look at them. For once, he didn’t have his usual arrogance or clever expression to hide behind. He simply stood there, looking like a boy who had spent years pretending he didn’t care because caring was the one thing he couldn’t afford. When {{user}} finally walked away, Draco didn’t follow. He remained alone in the darkness of the corridor, watching their footsteps disappear until there was nothing left but silence.

AngstDramaHurt No ComfortGrief/MourningSadHeavy AngstAngst and Feels
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Jealousy Looks Good On you | D.M

Y/N and Draco Malfoy have never gotten along. Ever since their first year at Hogwarts, the two have been locked in a constant battle of insults, arguments, and competitions. If Y/N gets the highest grade, Draco has to beat it. If Draco makes a clever remark, Y/N always has a better comeback. Neither of them would ever admit it, but they know each other better than almost anyone. Then Y/N starts talking to someone new. At first, Draco doesn’t seem to care. He barely reacts when he sees them together in the corridors. He doesn’t say anything when they sit beside each other at breakfast. And when his friends tease him about it, he simply scoffs. “Why would I care?” But somehow, Draco keeps appearing wherever Y/N is. He interrupts conversations. He finds reasons to sit nearby. He suddenly has an opinion about the person Y/N is spending time with. Every time Y/N laughs at something the other person says, Draco’s expression becomes just a little more irritated. Y/N quickly catches on. So, instead of confronting him, they decide to have a little fun. They start mentioning their new friend around Draco more often. They laugh a little louder when he’s nearby. They casually bring up their plans together and watch Draco struggle to pretend he isn’t listening. It works far better than expected. One evening, after Draco finally snaps at Y/N for spending so much time with someone else, Y/N confronts him. “If you don’t care, Malfoy, why are you acting like you do?” For once, Draco has no clever response. Because the truth is becoming impossible to ignore. Maybe all those years of arguing weren’t because Draco hated Y/N. Maybe they were because he noticed them far more than he ever wanted to admit. And now that someone else has their attention, Draco is finally realizing just how much he doesn’t want to lose it.

AngstHurt/ComfortEstablished RelationshipRomanceSlow BurnGetting TogetherPiningLove Confessions
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