His hands gripped her waist, and his head fit perfectly in the crook of her neck. She leaned back into his chest, a small smile spreading across her face as she tilted her head to one side, allowing him to lean down and plant light kisses down her neck. Her hand reached up and curled around the back of his neck, gently pulling him down because she wanted him even closer. Her hips began swaying with the music. He tightened his grip on her waist before moving his hips as well, pressing them tight against hers. She moved her hips from side to side, the friction sending a new wave of heat through Draco. "Fuck, do that again," he muttered against her neck. │MATURE CONTENT WARNING; ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+│ J.K. Rowling owns all of the characters except for Alora Lin. Highest Rankings: #1 in dm #1 in dracofanfic #1 in dracolovestory #1 in dracotok #1 in hermione #1 in ravenclaw #1 in ronweasley #1 in spice #2 in dracoluciusmalfoy #2 in dracomalfoy #2 in harrypotter #3 in fanfiction #3 in hufflepuff #7 in malfoy #8 in draco

"I take you, Draco Malfoy, for my lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part." Since the time we were children, being betrothed to the Malfoy heir was every pure-blood girls dream. They spun around him at ball's, spoke about him behind closed doors, and stared at him during classes. That is, every pure-blood girl, except for me. So naturally, I had to be the fan favorite of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. I had to be the one who they saw fit for the boy I hated most of all: him. The Malfoy heir. And I was determined to do everything I could to stop a wedding from happening, to stop myself from being resigned to a life at his side. Until, of course, I began to fall for him too. - - - - - Fifth year, Hogwarts. Pure-blood Slytherin OC! There are TW at the beginnings of chapters that include any mature themes. Please consider your maturity when reading. *More specific info in the Author's Note*

Ella Lily Potter, the twin sister of the famous Harry James Potter, bears the same famous lightning strike scar as her brother but on her right forearm. When both Harry and Ella receive their letters to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they have no idea what awaits them during the next seven years. • slow burn • enemies to friends to lovers • secret romance • Cover done by me I do not own Harry Potter or any characters except for my own OCs, the Underwood family and Ella Potter; this is a fanfiction based on the Harry Potter movies

You knew Slytherins had a reputation, but no one warned you they'd be this hard to resist. A collection of one shots and x reader preferences featuring your favorite Slytherin boys: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Enzo, Matteo, Theodore Nott, and Tom Riddle Choose your poison. Fall for a Slytherin.

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"Fuck, Evan," Draco groaned, tilting his head back. He looked back down at her, his eyes darting from her eyes to her lips to her fingers. She was playing with herself with renewed enthusiasm, her face screwed up as she laid, splayed before him, on the common room couch. "Faster, babygirl." Draco froze in horror, slamming the breaks. He stared at Blackwood as if she had just spontaneously combusted before his eyes. Wait-what in the flying fuck did he just call her?! - - - Sequel to Fuckboy, Draco's POV. This is more cringey than the first one. *DracoMalfoyxOC* *SlytherinShenanigans* *Whywontdracojuststfu?*

"I'm not saying you're right or they're wrong, but i'm admitting that if there is any good in me, it's because you put it there." - tiktok hyped me up too much 😭 - *mature

"Have you even done anything like this?" He asked referring to the bondage book. "No." I whispered. "Alright" he smirked, "I'll. Show. You" I swallowed hard, my heart pounded against my rib cage, my chest suddenly feeling tight. He stuck his finger between his tie and shirt, pulling his tie loose. I watched him in awe, waiting for his next move. He watched me like a animal watching it's weak prey. "Hold out your wrist" he demanded, I did as he asked, putting my wrist together and towards him, earning a smirk. God why am I doing this?? I should stop this is weird and wrong but I want to know more about it, not that I'm into bondage but I'll never know if I don't find out. Anyways this can't hurt, he already found me reading it, what could be worse? He started tying the tie around my wrist, I watched his grey eyes as he paid attention to his work. He pulled his tie tightly around my wrist making me gasp. "Is is to tight?" He asked, looking up at my shocked expression. "No" I replied. "Some times pain can be turned into pleasure, isn't that right, Miss.Clark?" He ran his fingers over my skin where the tie was pulled tight around my wrists. "I-." I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly raw. "I don't know." I said quietly. I moved my wrists around feeing how tight the ties were around them. "Don't fight it. That's the biggest mistake it only makes the ties tighter." Malfoy said sternly. I nodded and stopped moving my wrists. I looked up at his grey eyes, seeing him smirking down at me like he was proud I was tied up for him. "Can you undo it?" I asked suddenly feeling more nervous then before. "Please?" I whispered. Warnings: age gap. Knife play. Ice and wax play. Bondage. Sexually harassment. Pain kink, hitting, biting, choking, slapping, etc. etc. domestic abuse.

You were there that day, the Battle of Hogwarts. A year and a half ago today The Dark Lord was defeated and Harry Potter Won the Battle. While lives were lost, some were not. including those still dealing with the aftermath. Victims and prisoners of war healing alike. Aside from those not allowed to heal, Like Draco Malfoy. Who until you saved him from getting beaten to death in an alleyway, had given up on really healing.