Can I send in a request for Draco Malfoy in which the reader is in Gryffindor house and is dating him, while being part of the trio? Her birthday is coming up and he hesitates at first to plan a surprise party for her with them in Gryffindor tower? It turns out to be probably one of the best parties she’s ever gotten or has ever gone to? (My birthday is coming up on the 18th) 😁😊
Draco Malfoy and the surprise party.
[Notes: YES BABY! OF COURSE! Happy birthday btw, I hope you like it. I tried to make it a neutral as I could since I don't know your age, but I hope you know that this one is specially about you.]
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Breakfast at Hogwarts used to be hectic, but Draco Malfoy's bubbling nerves were making it unbearable. It was September 17, his girlfriend's birthday, and there was a huge possibility that all his plans would fall apart. He had played dumb last night despite her hint about sleeping together even though it was a weekday, but he knew that she had wanted to start her birthday with him. He felt bad, but hoped what he had in store would make up for you.
As breakfast was ending, he glanced at his girlfriend who was laughing as she saw Ron Weasley's food-stained face. May Merlin save those three if they failed to do their part. He got up from his seat and went to greet her with a kiss on the cheek, acting like it was a day like any other. Just like everyone else was doing, Granger and Potter averted their gaze as soon as he got closer and Weasley's noise of disgust was not far behind. At the Gryffindor table they were calm, except for Longbottom who couldn't look at her without turning red.
"Morning, Draco" she said with bright eyes that blinked at him.
"Morning, ready for your first class?" Her smile narrowed a bit, due to the fact that she was expecting a birthday greeting, but from the looks of it, everyone had forgotten.
Her friends didn't say anything to her either and had had plenty of time in the common room before breakfast. She could give her boyfriend more time, but that didn't mean she wasn't a little disappointed.
He accompanied her to her class, one she shared with Ravenclaw, and on the way entertained her with a simple chat. Not giving any indication that he knew what day it was. Unfortunately and fortunately that was the only time they saw each other in the morning, since they shared classes after lunch and Draco could not accompany her to her classes without being late for his.
She kissed him goodbye, perhaps a little less enthusiastic than the other days, at the same time she saw the rest of her group of friends arrive at the classroom. A small downcast grimace settled on her face, The day was going to be very long and sad if none of her loved ones remembered her birthday.
With a sigh she walked into the classroom and took a seat next to Harry, while Ron and Hermione shared another desk. She quickly got into the conversation the three of them were having, trying to decide if it was better to tell them rather than wait.
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The night was getting dangerously close, yet no one had wished her a happy birthday. But her hopes weren't over, Draco had told her to walk around after dinner. Hopefully, he would give her a small gift, kiss her with those breath-taking lips, and whisper the words she most wanted to hear.
After dinner, and a nice chat with her friends. With whom she really did not know what to do, they seemed so immersed in their lives that they wouldn't notice what's wrong. Draco went looking for her, took her by the hand and didn't hesitate to take her away from the Gryffindor table to take her to the gardens.
"I was waiting all day to be with you alone."
"Really? Why?" she returned, in a more hopeful tone than she would have liked"
"Because I regret turning down the offer you made me yesterday" He knew what she was thinking, so he decided to tease her a little.
"You better do, we could have started this day together."
"We could have, and we could have every ordinary day to ourselves."
Oh, Merlín, he did not.
Her heart cracked a little at his words. He was saying something so sweet but he didn't say the words that she wanted to. He was insinuating that they would stay together for life, yet he didn't knew her birthday.
Her hand clenched into a fist, much of her disappointment turning to anger. How dare he? After all the trouble they had to be together in the first place. All the fights and yelling she'd had with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, telling them that he was cool and really sweet once you met him. But it quickly deflated, they didn't remember either. No one in the whole damn school remembered.
She must have been quiet for a long time, because Draco released her hand and stroked her chin to place a long kiss on her lips. It felt bittersweet, it was so familiar and she loved kissing him, but now she felt like she had a whole new situation to deal with. When they parted, Draco wrapped her shoulders and they lay down on the grass, she couldn't help but be further away from him. She wanted to yell at him, cry until her eyes fall out, or do something, but to be honest she was dead tired, her head throbbing with the anticipation that she had all day. So she let him stay quiet and stroke her hair until the curfew almost ended.
He led her into the common room, knowing she was so quiet and subdued for her "forgotten" birthday. He didn't imagined that it would bother him so much to see her like this, he hoped that his gift and the party would fix it.
When they reached the portrait of the fat lady and she whispered the password, Draco held the portrait open after her. She walked into Gryffindor shuffling, when she noticed that the usual boisterous crowd was not there. Her back straightened alertly, it was totally silent until she felt the portrait clatter shut behind her.
She let out a little cry, before covering her mouth with her hands and feeling her eyes fill with tears. She look at the faces in the small crowd, Dean and Seamus were holding up a sign that wished her a happy birthday followed by her name. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and everyone in the Quidditch team was there. Incluso estaban algunos de sus amigos de otras casas.
Large hands grasped her shoulders and a mouth moved to her ear.
"Happy birthday, love."
He turned her, so he could see her face and soon wiped her tears away. One of his hands reached into the pocket of his robe and took out a small package that he enlarged with his wand. It was too much for her and tried to compose herself when he opened the box and saw a precious locket along with a delicate chain.
"You knew it all day long didn't you?"
"Of course I did it."
She took the locket and opened it, there one side had the inscription of her birthday and on the other there was a photo of both of you, who waved at her.
"Well that's cheesy."
"Yeah, ferret boy does have a heart after all."
"Oh shut up, Weaselbee."
Draco grabbed the chain and undoing it, his girlfriend quickly turned around and lifted her hair so he could put it on her. After that, she went with her friends and everyone welcomed her with hugs and birthday wishes. Several colleagues greeted her and at some point the lights stopped being so bright and someone put on music.
When she noticed, several of them already had a full glass and were chatting, even getting ready to dance.
"I hope you liked it, you always said that Gryffindor parties are not so wild but funnier so I brought some things from my house" Draco said into your ear since the music was being so loud.
You thanked him, a good party is something that you have been needing thanks to all the stress of the classes and being friends with Harry Potter. You were ready to make all of that stop importing for at least a few hours.
Smoke began to spread throughout the room, the lights began to flicker and many joined in dancing to the song that was playing. It was something new, Gryffindor parties did not tend to push people to dance. But with the low lighting, the smoke and the possible participation of students from other houses, it seemed that many more dared to step on the "dance floor".
People were having an amazing time and so was the birthday girl, laughing with her friends and dancing with her boyfriend.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you this."
"What is it?"
"Well we didn't start your birthday together, but I'll be staying the night in Gryffindor, so we can finish it together. "
Happiness accumulated in her chest and she couldn't help hugging and kissing him fiercely. Organizing all of this must have been horribly cumbersome, but getting a free room in Gryffindor was even more difficult. He must have been planning it weeks in advance. Merlin bless this man and explain to her what she did to earn him.
I think we got something here. Remember how they talked about the madness of the Black family, surely more than simple insanity as Muggles have it, as it is magic and in fact there are several disorders that are easily heritable.
What if there is a magic gene that makes you more prone to insanity? What if the only way to defend yourself against that was with occlusion? And thanks to that, your immune system develops a great occlumency activity since you are little.
Think about it, we know that Narcissa lied to Voldemort. And we also know that Draco could block Severus Snape and, possibly, Albus Dumbledore and Voldemort. We can also assume that Regulus Black was able to do it too, but I'm not quite sure about him.
We don't talk enough about Bellatrix being the one who taught Draco oclumency.
All other types here
I'm so stupid bc I'm 1 month near to have 18 years old and I'm still thinking that my mom loves me. She doesn't, she loves the idea of me that she made in her head and every time that I do something that it's not like how she thinks about me (basically exists) she gets angry and yells at me telling me how bad daughter I am, how useless I am, how dumb, stupid and unresponsable I am, how I'm going to die in a stupid situation that I made bc I made a mistake, how heartless and selfish I am bc I never put her first and how manipulative I am bc I got this vascular problem (diagnosed by 3 tests that she made me do it bc she was thinking that I was faking it at first) that make conducive to fainting bc of the warm and stand up in my feet for long periods of time and that makes me feel unsafe going to do tasks when it's super hot outside or when my period cramps makes me unable to get up out of the bed and how I use these problems to not do anything when I do a lot of tasks everyday.
Why did she have me if isn't going to love me anyway as she promised? She was a fucking 38 years adult AND I'M THE SECOND DAUGHTER SHE HAVE IT'S NOT LIKE THIS WAS NEW FOR HER. She knew in what things she was going into, and it's not like my big sister have a better relationship with her than me, no, I'm the one with the better relationship. But it still makes me feel so bad everytime that I'm around her. Every thing feels bad, and the air is heavy and it's so sad that I'm not surprised if my mom insults me everytime that she sees me.
Why she doesn't love me? What did I do? It sounds hopeless but I'd really want to know bc I wanna fix it so my mom would love me.
If I see someone comparing Harry and Ginny with Lily and James saying that they're the same I'm gonna cry.
Harry broke up with Ginny at Dumbledore's funeral, when he's gonna spend a month in her house.
James would NEVER.
Btw I love both relationships, and Lily and James would have loved Ginny, this is just Harry having the sensitivity of a brick.
Smut headcanons: Draco Malfoy
[Notes: well that's it, let me know if I missed any tw and if the grammar is wrong, English isn't my first language]
Tw: NSFW CONTENT!, Mentions of BDSM, cum play, wax play, impact play, edging, spit play, oral sex (male receives), dirty talk, bondage, shibari, Dom/sub relationships, nude photos, breeding kink, hickeys and marks, insinuations of public sex and nudity, begging, punishments, orgasm control, sex toys, sub space, dom space, sub drop, dom drop, degrading and praise kink, overstimulation and aftercare.
He's into Dom/Sub relationships, with him being the dom, changing from being soft to being hard. After the war he doesn´t feel good after losing control and being so vulnerable doesn´t make him feel good either, but he passionately craved an intimacy and trust as great as those offered by such relationships.
It made sense that as soon as he found out that these practices existed, he began to learn everything about them. He had several subs, men and women before being with you. The former were gentler, content with orgasm controls and a bit of dirty talk, but it wasn't enough for him. His fetishes were getting tougher and he started having trouble getting a sub. Until he met you and that allowed you to know everything about him.
For example: This boy is a T E A S E and he expects from you to take it without any complain.
He's way to deep into cumplay. He loves to see you pussy filled up with his cum after sex. He will pulled out and keep your legs wide open so he can see his seed falling from your entrance.
"This is the best view anyone could ever have, and it´s all for me."
Blow jobs are one of his favorite things, and that why they last so long. Both of you know that sucking hard while circling his tip will make him come in seconds, but that´s by the end of the activity because everytime you will start slow, knowing that you have plenty of time to please him.
After that he will demand you to stick your tongue out and wait for him to tell you when you can swallow. Sometimes he´ll just spat in it and let you swallow, other times he´ll get dressed and continue his chores like his paperwork or analyze his Quidditch matches while you are there, sit still for him.
He also has a lot of pictures of you covered in his cum, he keeps the photos in a large envelope, hidden in his underwear drawer and when he knows that you will not see each other for several weeks, he takes them with him.
"So I will remember what is waiting for me at home, when I return to you, love."
Of course all of this cumplay comes with a slight breeding kink. He thinks about you pregnant a lot and the fact that that situation will literally show everyone that you belong to him drives him crazy. But not enough to really risk getting you pregnant, you always practiced safe sex.
He will tell you that "you are the biggest slut that have ever walked on the earth, and you belong to me for use, you are mine, little whore, mine" and pretend that is the best compliment that someone could received. As if being insulted by him is something that people would pay for.
Hickeys and marks everywhere. He loves seeing the love bites in your skin as well as his fingertips marked on your hips and thighs.
Also, he discovered that writing his name on your ass cheek while his pounding you from behind is a hard turn on.
"Looking pretty after being marked by me, isn´t it?
He loves restraining you, from simple handcuffs to tying the intricate shibari knots, it's something that always drives him into a frenzy.
"Look at that! Sometimes I feel so selfish for keeping my slut only for me, you should be at some museum, like a piece of art."
Overstimulation is a big thing between you too.
"Why you said you can´t take it? You have done this before, don´t be a brat today, it wouldn´t end good for you"
In public you will wear this delicate necklace that he gave you when they agreed to go further. It was silver and had a piece with his initial that sat between your breasts.
"Now no one can forget that you are with me"
Honestly this man is very obssessed with everyone knowing that you belong to him.
Not even God can help you if you make him jealous on purpose, the punishment will be something you remember for weeks OR months if he decides that with just one session you didn´t learn the lesson.
Edging you in one of the public bathrooms and then make you beg for his permission to come when you are at home is one of his favorite things.
"Hearing you beg is the best thing of my day, every single time."
LINGERIE, tons of matching sets to see you in.
Also him breaking them when you teases him and he can´t wait.
"Shut up, you know I will buy you more"
Spanking is good, but sometimes you will stop or just make the whole session about that.
This game makes both of you very lost in the scene, it takes you very deep and most of the time it is so much that it leaves you lost for a couple of days thanks to the chemical disaster that is the brain of both.
However when the game is light, a few spanks on your ass will make it or a thick-bristled flogger (so they don't get as much into the skin and therefore don't hurt like a fine-bristled one) will do it for you.
"Red really is your color."
Whips and belts are for tougher sessions, but he tends to pull them out to scare you.
The aftercare is always soft and full of cuddles.
It usually adapts to what they did, for example if you played with wax, he will bath you in hot water while removing the remains of the game with gentle hands.
If it was impactplay, he will put a cream with anesthesia to numb the pain while you rest.
"You did so good for me, love, you were excellent."
"I love all of you, thank for trusting me so much."
He will be the sweetest version of himself after a scene, stroking your back with soft fingers while repeating how amazing you are.
↪[THOMAS SHELBY]
*opens note app again* ah my love dump
I love Harry Potter bc all the characters have flaws and I have to rely on the canon to completely like them, it's like a whole new reality that is just like a normal reality + the books to zone out of that reality.
It's like a I zone out of the first reality, I fall into the canon world of Harry Potter and then I zone out of that other reality reading the books (fanfics) of that reality.
Nine year old me crying after knowing that boys can kiss in the lips too after seeing a drarry fan art would disagree.
Nine year old me reading for the first time the term bisexual after reading a few drarry fanfics would disagree.
Nine year old me crying after reading that Hermione and Ron supported Harry after hearing a protests against homosexual marriage would disagree.
Ten year old me reading pansimione as a secondary ship in a drarry fanfic and realizing that this was not only for boys would disagree.
Fanfic writers in 2002 writing fanfics about them receiving death and rape threats over the internet, having to put the M rating on fanfiction.net because at that time that was something the kids couldn't read because there were gay couples in it, would disagree.
Fifteen year olds reading those fanfics in 2004 feeling hope for the first time would disagree.
Drarry authors being listed as 'Bad Authors' on catholic sites for writing them would disagree.
This isn't about Drarry, this about people from the community invalidating something that helped, did something good, to many people who were in very bad situations instead of pointing out the homophobia that causes that to be something for consumption and fetishization by heterosexual people when in fact it was for the community itself.
I don't care that you don't ship drarry, god knows that there's a lot to criticize about them. But calling them straight because straight people fetishize them is bad. We know that there are couples and relationship in tv shows or books that were made for heterosexual people to like LGBT+ couples or to get both sides of the public. Wich is using LGBT+ themes to get money and these acts don't bring anything to the community, because we are not something just to get money that companies can use as they please. However, Drarry was made because people were craving some representation, something to rely on. Like these people didn't get paid, they didn't get followers or anything IT WAS HORRIBLE TO LIKE THEM TIME AGO. Please be aware of what are you saying. Mlm or any LGBT+ ship aren't for the straights to fetishize it, and by saying shit like this you are backing it up.
To my (stil don't know) best friend or ex best friend.
I need to know what's going on with me. What are the things that go through your head when you name me? How many times did my name appear between your lips in conversations in which I am not present? You love me? You hate me? You miss how we were before, do you want to go back to that? Because I didn't stop thinking about us and it takes me more and more breath to feel good about you.
I loved you so much for so long that if this is the end you would go through life with your soul and a piece of mine. I want our stars to become alienated again and if it's not possible, I want you to do as much force as you can to move them despite gravity and find us again. I miss seeing us coincide.
What happened to us? What happened to me? What happened to you?
My fire is getting tired to give so much wood to our fireplace, Where is your wood? Did you bother to go find it or did you spend your clothes looking for firewood for someone else? Did you only stay with me for the materials I was able to offer? I don't care about the rest of your builds, but don't abandon me.
The one thing that scratch my heart the most is that I don't know what happens. Are these your attempts to have a planet come between our stars so you can distance yourself as you please? Have I been bad company? Did something happen in your life where I couldn't help you? I need to know so I could be there as I should have been from the beginning, I don't want there to be stones in our way.
It tears me to think that if I truly loved myself I wouldn't be giving you as much as I give you. Because it doesn't even seem like you want to fix things with me. And if everything is fine and things are as before, why do I no longer feel that your affection warms me? Is it because they are lies or is there something else that is turning you off? I want to fix ourselves.
Talk to me, I can't keep the fire going in such a big fireplace by myself.
I can't stop noticing all the mistakes that we weren't able to improve in our past. Yours and mine. But I would give anything for you to hurt me again if we go back to what we did before. I miss seeing your bare feet in front of the blue sky.
I don't want things to be the same as before, I don't like mistakes, or that we hurt each other. But it seems that you don't even have the will to speak and I'm sick of pulling the string of your truth every time to know about you. It's going to be 10 years of construction for a great fireplace and a great road, please don't tell me I was with the wrong engineer.
Sorry if something doesn't makes sense, English it's not my first language and I just wanna vent in a place where nobody knows me in real life.
I'm sorry if you ever felt something like that, you didn't deserve it.