Serpent's Veil || Draco Malfoy.

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦

⚠️ If you're allergic to words, skip to the disclaimers and triggers!!

(I won't cry. Much. Probably.)

Hey.

Yeah, you. 

The one who scrolled past 20 fics and still clicked this one.

The one looking for something a little darker. 

A little hungrier.

Welcome to Serpent's Veil—a tale of sharp tongues, heavy hearts, and people who absolutely suck at healthy coping mechanisms.

I wrote this because I was tired.

Sick of scrolling through AO3 hoping someone had written the Draco fic I've been starving for.

Something intense.

Something messy.

Something with fangs.

And softness.

Not fluffy.

Softness that feels like a bruise you press just to see if it still hurts.

We're here for the tension and the slow-burn and the steamy hate-laced eye contact—but we're also here for broken legacy, betrayal, found family, and the creeping ache of wanting to be loved by someone who was never taught how.

Enter Emily Greenleaf:

Slytherin. 

Sharp-mouthed. 

Emotionally bankrupt.

A disaster in designer robes.

She's not here to be redeemed.

She's here to wreck shit and survive.

And maybe—if the stars stop being assholes—to love.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Yes, this is a Draco fic.

Yes, it's set in 5th year (but everyone's aged up to 17 because trauma comes with smut and consequences).

No, it doesn't follow the books. 

It's canon-adjacent at best.

Familiar world. 

Different rules.

Canon is on vacation, and chaos is joyriding in its place.

You're not getting a sanitised story. 

You're getting characters that are deeply, deliciously flawed.

People who make the wrong choices for the right reasons and the right choices too late.

People who feel too much, too hard, and hide it all behind sarcasm, sex, and sharp edges.

And if you're here just for the steam?

Don't worry, I gotcha. 

But trust—you'll feel things first.

Then we'll light the match.

Then we'll burn.

💬 Also! English isn't my first language, so if you spot a mistake, drop it in the comments!!!

🐍 DISCLAIMERS:

Any chapters labeled (flashback) are like little puzzle pieces. You don't need them to survive, but if you wanna see how the scars got carved—don't skip.

Characters are seventeen. Emotions are adult. Decisions are dumb.

This fic does not baby its characters. 

Or its readers.

 TRIGGER WARNINGS:

This story deals with:

🚨 Explicit sexual content (consensual but intense)
🚨 Knife play
🚨 Violence
🚨 Mental health themes
🚨 Substance use
🚨 Domestic abuse

If that's too much, protect your peace.

But if you're here for raw, jagged, real shit?

Dive in.

If you're ready for passion and poison, kisses like war, and characters who'd rather hex you than talk about their feelings...

Welcome to the Veil.

I know you'll love it🐍