Loving Draco Malfoy (draco malfoy x reader)

his favorite color

Hi! I'm Jocelyn. Welcome to "Loving Draco Malfoy" which I made to be similar to the x reader I wrote a few years ago "Loving Harry Potter" ~
I'm hoping this one can make up for how dreadful the Harry Potter one was :)
I also attached a playlist above that I listen to while writing and I think you might like it while reading through this story as well.
Anyways, I'm done talking. Enjoy the story!

"Happy birthday, Draco!" You rushed into his bedroom at Malfoy Manor, chocolate cupcake in hand.
Draco smiled, tiredly. "(y/n)! My favorite!" He began to sit up. "How'd you get in here?"
"Oh. Your dad let me in," you said, handing him the cupcake. "He told me to tell you that he says happy birthday."
Draco sighed. "I wish he could tell me himself one day."
You sat beside him and put your hand on his back. "You know how he is, Draco. He loves you, but-"
"But he loves Voldemort more," Draco interrupted.
"He fears Voldemort. You know that." You could tell that hadn't done much, so you tried again. "I mean, who wouldn't fear a man with a missing nose? It's quite terrifying if you ask me."
Draco laughed softly. "Thanks, (y/n)." He laid his head on your shoulder, closed his eyes, and let out a troubled sigh. You then laid your head on his and gently caressed his arm.

That night, you and Draco were planning to explore Hogsmeade together when almost nobody was there since you both hated crowds and everything is more fun at night anyways. It's supposed to be fun. You only turn 15 once, after all.

You got up and straightened out the wrinkles on your red crewneck sweatshirt that hung over your black leggings.
Draco looked up at you and smirked. "You're wearing my favorite color."
You laughed. "About time you've noticed."
"It's summer, darling. Are you sure you're alright in that?"
"I'll survive. Besides, it was the only red top I could find this quickly. I woke up a little late."
Draco stood up, slowly looking up from your crewneck sweater to your tired yet somehow happy eyes. He walked close to you until his hands were on your hips and your noses touched. For only a moment, your eyes met before the cold touch of his lips brushed softly against yours. It only lasted a few seconds before his grey eyes stared deeply into yours, examining your soul, you assumed. He admired your optimism and patience with him and the respect you had for his awful parents. His hand brushed lightly on your face as he continued to admire you, and you stood there frozen, shocked at the cold touch of his rings and hand itself and even more at the fact that you had misunderstood Draco since you both were 11 years old.
"You look beautiful, love," he whispered, unknowingly. His pale face suddenly shone bright red. You laughed and thanked him, but he pretended that it hadn't happened, and you knew it was best that you didn't argue otherwise.

"Oh! I need to get ready," Draco exclaimed, trying to change the subject.
Draco pulled his shirt off over his shoulders and started scrambling for a red top to match with you. Obviously he wouldn't wear the leggings, but he always finds a way to work around your fashion choices.
You, startled by his sudden actions, stood frozen with widened eyes. The 2 of you had started dating shortly after you met at the Yule Ball when Pansy had decided Blaise was a better dancer. You started officially dating on Valentine's Day. You think it's sweet, but Draco disagrees. He thinks it's corny, but he just couldn't wait another day to be with you, though he swears he never said anything of the sort. In the 5 years of knowing him and almost 4 months of dating him and being at his house nearly everyday, you have barely seen his shoulders, so it was pretty startling to see him just remove his shirt so casually and suddenly.
Draco looked over at you as he continued to scan through his wardrobe. "Well, don't just stand there, (y/n). Help me find a matching outfit."
You jumped. "Oh, yes. Right." As you scanned through Draco's clothes, you noticed that a lot of it looked the same. "Draco?"
Without losing focus on his wardrobe, he responded. "Hm?"
"Why do you own so much green and black?"
"I'm a Slytherin."
"Yeah, you're in the Slytherin house. You're not the mascot of the bloody thing."
"My dad doesn't really let me buy other colors."
"Then how are we supposed to find a red top."
"I said my dad doesn't let me buy other colors. That doesn't mean I don't."
"So you don't know where your other colors are?"
"No, because I have to hide them, so my dad doesn't burn them."
"Where'd you hide them then?"
"That's the problem, (y/n). I don't remember."
"How do you not-"
Draco was growing impatient with both you and himself. "I just don't!"
He knew you didn't like it when he raised his voice, but he doesn't have a lot of patience or tolerance for anything that he considers a stupid question. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout."
"It's okay. We can just go to my house for a red top if you really want one. We don't have to match, you know?"
Draco was serious about matching, though, and he had to come up with an outfit before they went to school so he could change into the outfit immediately after and meet you at the joke shop. He gets off a little bit later than you because he likes to do some extra Potions work with Professor Snape after school.

You were both in somewhat of a rush, so he had agreed to look for clothes at your house, so he threw his pajama shirt back on and followed you out of the Manor. You guys had to sneak into your house because your parents still aren't fans of Draco since he was a bully to nearly everyone he didn't like at Hogwarts and, for several years, you were no exception.

"I found a red turtleneck," Draco said, kneeling on the floor by the opened bottom drawer of your dresser. He stood up, getting a closer look at the dark red shirt. He then held it up to his torso and looked over at you. "Do you think this could fit me?"
You laughed, knowing the turtleneck was a bit too small for him. "Give it a go if you like."
Without another thought, Draco threw his pajama shirt off and told you to hold it while he attempted to fit into your turtleneck. Lucky for him, you always buy your clothes a size or two up. Nevertheless, the turtleneck looked like a crop top on him, which made you laugh hysterically until you were rolling on the floor. Draco had to remind you that your parents were still sleeping in the other room.
"If we get caught, it's worth it," You said, in between forcefully silent laughs.
"Don't laugh, (y/n). Tell me how to cover this up."
"I think you missed a word."
Draco sighed as he sarcastically rolled his eyes. "Please. Help me cover this up please."
"We'll work on it."
Draco laughed and stuck his arms out to both sides. "This is comfortable, (y/n)! Where did you get it?"
"Christmas, I think. Anyway, try this on over it." You handed him a white t-shirt with a black, sketched snake on the front and a pair of black jeans.
He got dressed quickly, seeing as the Hogwarts Express leaves in less than an hour. Thankfully, he admired the outfit.
"Alright. Brilliant. Now, get into your robes. I'll be in the washroom getting into mine. We have to go soon."
"What about breakfast?"
"We'll stop by the Leaky Cauldron before Charms class starts. Now, hurry up."
Draco blinked at you, with a mischievous smile as if he were waiting for something.
Oh, right. "Please," you remembered as you closed the door behind you.