Harry Potter X Reader One Shots/Smut(EDITED)

Bellatrix x Reader (Smut)

Title: The Malfoy Ball

House: Slytherin

Warning: Smut, age gaps

You groaned as you rolled out of bed at the sound of your housemate, Pansy Parkinson, yelling in your ear for you to wake up. Rubbing your eyes you sat up to her laughing, a scowl on your lips as you violently stood up only to wobble slightly and as you felt your head pound. "Fuck we went too hard last night Pansy" you groaned, making your way to the bathroom in your dorm room to look at yourself. Your hair was messy, mascara smudged around your (e/c) eyes. 'I can't even remember last night' you thought as you stripped to get into the shower. Glancing at yourself in the mirror you smirked at the reflection, "I can get anyone huh?" you laughed at your own egotism before turning on the shower.

'Come on come on' you thought as you finally dried your hair, quickly you styled it before looking at yourself one more time. "God your so self-obsessed (Y/N)" Pansy giggled from her bed, she was waiting for you so that you could go to breakfast together. "I'm sorry baby but looks are everything-" you winked, "at least to the boys here" you added quickly as a laugh left you. Even without makeup boys would trip head over heels for you, it had been like that since fifth year and you wouldn't have it any other way. You thrived off it.

However there was an exception to this rule, the only boy who refused to fall for your gorgeous looks was none other than Draco Malfoy. Every girl in Slytherin wanted him and even if you didn't want to admit it, you did too. You couldn't charm him the way you could the other boys, you couldn't make him bend over backwards. That was golden. He was what you wanted, so no matter the cost you would get him.

Walking down the halls with Pansy beside you, you wore your shirt a little unbuttoned with your tie slightly undone, skirt as high as you were allowed to have it without getting a detention. Boys drooled as they walked past, taking double glances as you winked at them. You finally made it into the great hall, looking around you saw an empty seat right in front of Draco on the Slytherin table. Picking up your pace slightly you hurried over, glaring as you noticed Pansy immediately take the seat. "Hello, Draco" her tone flirty as she batted her eyes at him, rolling yours you grabbed the boy sat next to her by the collar. Smiling at the confusion in his eyes you pulled him close, "Hey Dean... sit somewhere else today okay? I'll owe you any favour you want okay?" your tone lustful as you looked into his eyes as you watched him nod.

As the boy scampered off you took your seat, crossing one leg over the other as you leaned forward on the table. Making direct eye contact with the blonde-haired beauty in front of you, a small smirk on your lips as you saw him look down at your chest. Though it wasn't long before he rolled his eyes, choosing to look somewhere that wasn't you causing your smirk to fall. Looking bored wasn't normal for you, but it was very annoying that he didn't want you the way you did him. Owls flocked into the hall, the sound of flapping wings and letters dropping caught your attention as you looked for (Owl/N) the family owl.

Your eyes locked onto the tawny owl flying straight to you with a black envelope, unlike most owls he would perch in front of you to leave your mail before leaving. Exactly as he always did, he perched, you took the letter and he flew away with a small noise. Draco looked at you then the letter, chuckling quietly to himself, "I didn't know you attended the Malfoy ball" he smirked finally meeting your gaze. "Well duh," you stated as you put the letter away until you could be alone with it. 'Finally, he spoke to me' looking to your left you saw Pansy fluttering her eyes again, 'god can she not see he's mine?' you internally groaned to yourself before pouring yourself a glass of pumpkin juice.

Finally, the Malfoy Manor Ball had come along, you had spent the entire day getting ready for the event. Styling your (H/C) hair perfectly to your face shape, matching your make up to your short, black ruffled bell-sleeved dress. You had placed a black corset on top of the stunning dress, accessorising with some dangling emerald earrings, a silver pendant necklace and fishnet tights. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you slipped on your black heels, standing up you twirled paying attention to how your dress flowed when moved. It was beautiful, everything about your outfit was stunning and you knew it.