He was falling for you. Now he understood why they called it 'falling' in love. Like falling off a broomstick, it was happening very quickly and the ground was rushing up to meet him, before he had a chance to react or cast a spell to protect himself. The collision would be inevitable and nobody knew how much it could hurt. There was no slowing down.

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nyctophilia; love of darkness or night. finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness. Draco Malfoy is cruel, arrogant, cold, manipulative, pompous, and many other things. Nobody liked him and his attitude, except his fellow Slytherins. Of course, this was out of fear for all the power the Malfoy family held over everyone. He believed he was the richest and most powerful student of Hogwarts. Until, he meets one particular girl who is different from all the rest. One girl who was colder and more powerful than the blonde Slytherin. One girl the Hogwarts students feared more than the Malfoy himself. You could say, he was beneath her. //in which two conflicted souls both have a taste for a little darkness in their lives, whether it may or may not be found in each other. [gof-dh] disclaimer; i only own this storyline and plot, and you own yourself. i don't own anything from the harry potter world, that all belongs to j.k. rowling.

DracoXReader one shots. !Do not repost without permission/credit, THIS IS MY ORIGINAL WORK! (however i don't own these characters! don't sue me haha...) Contains smut, fluff, etc. All smut is consensual! best ranks: #44 in dracomalfoy, #9 in imagines, #51 in boyfriend Started August 2019

A book of all my imagines, preferences, blurbs, lists, etc for Harry Potter. Also can be found on the tumblr blog hp-inserts. (All inserts are written by me, please don't steal them!)

Collection of my Draco Malfoy imagines and smut. All short stories are written by me but characters belong to a genius, J.K. Rowling.

the boy scratched at the skin on his wrist so hard it bled. he'd been doing it all summer. so much so that the skin on his left arm was nothing but scabs and irritated skin. it itched. it constantly fucking itched and it hurt. but the subtle pain was a decent daily distraction from his mind. and harry liked that. there's only so much dark magic a person can suffer before it leaves a mark. harry potter 8th year fanfic WARNING: 18+