Edenic

@fangirlhype here u go, I hope it’s up to ur standards xoxo

I’ll hopefully be finishing off the rest of these by Monday, when I’ll be opening requests again!

Dust lifts in clouds as the massive photo album falls open in front of the widened, awaiting eyes of Y/N and the smiling face of Draco Malfoy. Its leather covers are weathered by time, but the pages inside seem brand new, stainless and filled with moving pictures of platinum haired figures.

“My first birthday,” he points to one of them, a small nostalgic smile appearing on his face at the sight of a chuckling baby being held by a beautiful young woman, her dark hair cascading down to the small of her back. A man stood by them, a few steps too far to be considered part of the loving scene. Y/N noticed the change in Draco’s smile at the reminder of his father’s distance, placing a hand in his at the sight. His fingers wrapped around hers, and he looked at her gratefully, before flipping the page.

She didn’t ask about the absence of his father in the worn pictures: he didn’t want to say and she didn’t want to pry. Instead, she pointed to the picture of a boy around three, his light blondehair reaching his shoulders.

“You had shoulder length hair.” her utterance is a statement, rather than a question, and a smile appears on her face when she sees a shade of crimson covering Draco’s cheeks.

“I wouldn’t let my mum cut it,” he explained, his eyes avoiding hers, his cheeks now the colour of a ripe tomato, “I liked flipping it around.”

She begins laughing uncontrollably at his explanation, and, soon enough, he joins her, their laughter bouncing off walls and making the twilight filled room seem a lot brighter.

Once they manage to calm down, snickers still escaping their lips on occasion, as pages turned, the pictures becoming darker and looking far more miserable than the first few, ones that captured the sweet innocence of childhood in sunlit rooms.

Y/N notices the smile on his face weakening with each page, the moving figures becoming more and more somber and miserable, standing perfectly still in most of the newer photos, the only movement that of their blinking eyes.

A second small dust cloud emerges from the album when another page is flipped to reveal a blank space. Draco stares at it, his smile fading completely, his face losing all colour, and moves to close the heavy, worn album. Her hand on his wrist stops him, and his blue eyes meet her y/e/c ones, glistening with held back tears.

“We’ll fill a whole other album,” she whispers, and colour begins returning to his cheeks, “We’ll make new memories. Together.”

Now, he is beaming at her, and can’t help but throw the heavy album to the floor, wrapping his arms around her and causing her to fall over on the couch, laughter slipping from her lips. He peppers her cheeks with kisses, and before he knows it, the flash of a camera that had somehow appeared in her hand is capturing the moment of pure, love-filled happiness, as one of his kisses meets her lips.

♫ Devil’s Backbone- Civil Wars// Golden Trio Era: Draco x Reader

Request: For after Valentine’s Day is over would you consider doing a Dracoxreader based on the song “devils backbone” by civil wars

A/N: I had a LOT of ideas for this, so it’s highly possible that I’m going to try one of the different versions once I get the time! I hope you enjoy this loves! xo

Draco Malfoy is 17 years old, grown out of the innocence of childhood. Grown out, yet wishing, more than anything, to turn back time and revert to an age when there was no black ink on his forearm and no acid tears stinging at the walls of his heart. He has become a paradox, perplexing, wounded, breathtaking.

It has become a sin for him not to sin, tears of melted steel streaming down his cheeks. He is like a dead language, saints and histories hiding under his skin, unseen, tragic. Violently beautiful and poignantly broken, he sees a single ray of light, and while she may bite at his skin and pull at his heartstrings, she shines through the dark that he himself has become.

Y/N is 16 years old, fallen in love with forbidden fruit, bittersweet and practically fatal. She gathers his stories in her skirts, sewing them in with threads of cold silver and keeping them close to the heat of her skin. Brave, unwavering, savagely beautiful, she becomes a shield of unjustified love.

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Prompt 75- Golden Trio Era: Draco

Request:  If you’re still doing the prompts, can you do Draco and number 75? Thank you!

• 75. “This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear.” 
  

“Terrible idea,” Y/N separates her lips from Draco’s for long enough to mutter the two words, soon interrupted by the pressing of his mouth to hers once again, burning like fire at the edges of her throat. She feels her cloak sliding off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor as his fingertips find their way to the heated skin covered by the thin fabric of her shirt. They fall to his bed, her knees at the side of his thighs, thoughts racing and each one of her senses completely filled with him, in that very moment. Logic leaves her mind and she finds herself forcefully pulling his shirt open, multiple stifled jangling sounds filling the room as its buttons scatter on the floor. 

With a sudden thud, the dormitory door finds open, and their lips separate as both heads jerk towards the door. Blaise Zabini stands in the entrance, laughing soundly at the sight of the flustered, red faced couple, their cloaks on the floor, their shirts undone, faces stunned. His eyes wander over the floor, noticing the black buttons that still lie on the floor. Another sound laugh escapes his lips before he speaks: “So, Malfoy, I’ve finally figured you out. This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear." 

💖The Damned Puffskein- Golden Trio Era: Draco

Request:  Hey! Can I request a Draco x Reader and the reader has a pet or a teddy bear that she likes to stroke and hug and kiss but then one day Draco sees that and wishes that it was him that had the hugs and kisses from the reader(he just gets really jealous of it). But then one day he accidentally says damn I wish I was that (thing) and you hear it. Idk where I’m going with this, but I really like it when a guy gets jealous of an inanimate objects because it’s so freaking cute

“You’re a cutie, aren’t you?” Y/N coos at the small, round ball of fluff that lies comfortably in her hand, a massive grin on her face as the fluff ball emits a low, humming noise, content with its position. A long tongue slips from the creature, grabbing onto a heart shaped cake placed on the centre of the y/h table in the Great Hall, and a giggle slips from her lips as she watches the puffskein chew happily. 

Draco glared at her from his seat, his eyes narrowed at the scene, a scoffing sound escaping his lips and surprising him when he realises he’d actually made it out loud, rather than in his head. 

“Malfoy, why d'you hate Y/L/N so much? I mean, of course I agree and all, but why?” Goyle muttered in his ear, keen for approval from his platinum haired friend. 

“I don’t hate her, you twat, it’s that thing that she always has around. Always cuddling and cooing and kissing it. Bloody ridiculous, if you ask me,” he rambles, completely frustrated by the affection that the y/e/c eyed girl showed the practically inanimate creature daily, rather than paying attention to his bright blue eyes and the smile he gave her every time he passed her in the hallway. 

“Sometimes, I wish I was that thing,” he mutters to himself, and sees his flame turn rapidly to face him, a glimmer in the corner of her eyes and a smile spreading across her face. She gives him a wink and he realises that she heard his utterance, and doesn’t really know whether to be embarrassed or happy about it as he makes his way to her.

💖Valentine’s Prompt 39- Golden Trio Era: Draco

Request:  Hi can. You do a fic with number 39, but can you do it with the reader having a prosthetic leg

• 39. Take a soothing bubble bath together 
  

A/N: I wasn’t sure exactly how to do this, so I did my best to portray what I’ve heard from people with the experience, and I hope I did it justice! Please let me know if there’s anything that is inaccurate or that you’d like me to change, I will do it right away!

She exhales a sigh of relief as she detaches the slick, surprisingly heavy limb from her thigh, leaning it onto the bathroom wall before a hand is extended to her and happily accepted as her mouth widens into a smile and she stands, leaning on the smiling boy. He reaches for the flowing tap, turning it off with a gentle nudge of his hand, before lifting her over into the tub and drawing a laugh from her pretty lips.

“Thank you,” she whispers through faint chuckles. The warmth of the water suddenly surrounding her makes her forget the tiring day fading away with the sunset. Another sigh of relief escapes her lips as she lets herself sink further down, only her nose and eyes peeking from the water. She finds Draco smiling at this, a glimmer in his eyes as he looks at the way water droplets cling to her eyelashes. She brings her face out of the water and, with a loving grin, sticks her tongue out at him.

“What’re you staring at?” she says playfully, splashing him with a heap of bubbles, which he wipes off his face with a smooth gesture, before splashing her right back, his action followed with a water soaked kiss that leaves them both grinning widely. 

“Just at how pretty you are,” he whispers and her eyes crinkle with a smile before he places another kiss on the top of her nose, and the two lean back and close their eyes, their hands intertwining under the water. 

💖Valentine’s (Birth)day- Golden Trio Era: Draco

Request:  hey can i get an imagine with Draco x reader where the readers birthday is on valentine’s day but Draco never liked the holiday so he treats it as a normal day. because of this the reader gets all upset but he makes it up to her! THANK YOU!! (my bday is on valentine’s day so this is something that i can see happen!!)

A/N: A massive HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the lovely @legit-trash-bro, I hope you have a wonderful day and have enjoyed this, and the rest of the spam! 

“What day is it today?” she asks the blonde haired boy on February 14th, voice filled with anticipation and concealed hope. 

“If you’re expecting some soppy shit for Valentine’s Day, I’m sorry love, but it’s not happening. That holiday is pointless,” he answers courtly, his statement followed by a chuckle. 

“Oh for the love of Merlin, Draco, you really are clueless, aren’t you?” he feigns shock at the frown on her face and the frustration in the sound of her voice, smiling to himself as the pretty girl storms away, the stomps of her feet echoing through the emptied hallway. When she’s out of sight, he turns to walk towards the Slytherin common room, breathing a sigh of relief, his impish smile never fading. 

“Pansy, why are you dragging me in there?” Y/N protests, questioning her friend’s sudden need to grab her by the hand in the middle of the library and guide her to the Slytherin common room. 

“Oh shut up and just trust me, will you?” Pansy retorts, slightly irked at being repeatedly questioned. With a mischievous grin, she opens the door of the common room, giving her a wink as she enters, and closing the door with a thud as soon as she’d entered.

Y/N stands in the common room entrance, completely stunned by the scene before her. Enchanted lanterns float through the air, shining dim, multicoloured rays of light all over the darkened room. A large table is placed in the middle of the room, covered in perfectly wrapped parcels and lit candles and surrounded by y/f/c balloons. In the very centre lies a cake with a birthday wish looped in icing. And there, by the perfectly arranged scene, stands Draco, dressed in a black suit and tie, a bouquet of perfectly arranged flowers in his hand.

Her mouth is agape, but she doesn’t notice until he laughs at her reaction, shaking his head lightly. 

“I was going to make it a surprise party,” he begins walking towards her, “but seeing as it’s Valentine’s Day, I figured it would be better to just keep it to the two of us.”

He hands her the bouquet, her mouth still agape as she accepts it, and attempts to mutter a thank you, only managing an odd, stuttering noise.

“What? You didn’t think I’d forget your birthday, did you?” he gives her a warm, loving smile and places a kiss on her forehead, and before he has the time to do anything else, she throws her flower filled arms around him and presses her lips to his. He feels her mouth spread into a smile and wraps his arms around her waist, and the only sound that can be heard now is the occasional crackle of the flames flickering on candles. 

💖Valentine’s Prompt 4- Golden Trio Era: Draco

Request:  4 dropping subtle hints so he gives you his jacket. With Draco

• 4. Dropping hints so he’ll give you his jacket 
  

Cold Autumn air nips at her shoulders, bared by the sleeveless, y/f/c dress that cascades down her body gently. Its fabric is thin and elegant, useless at preventing the wind made chills from making her shiver. She tightens her arms around her torso, her teeth gritting with endeavour to stop them from chattering in the strong gust of wind that appears seemingly out of nowhere. 

She hears steps sound on the stone steps behind her, turning around to see her platinum haired date step out of the large manor, his glance fixed onto the floor on which he walks. Draco Malfoy’s eyes meet hers a moment later, and he flashes her a smile. For a split second she feels warmer, but a gust of wind breaks the illusion, and she finds her shoulders slouching as her arms tighten around her once again.

“You cold?” he says in a flirtatiously mocking tone.

“Just a tad,” she narrows her eyes and gives him a sarcastic smile.

“Why has your dress got no sleeves?” his feigned cluelessness makes her eyes narrow even more, a frown appearing on her made up face.

“No, Y/N, get the one with no sleeves, it looks more elegant,” she mimics his voice and accent as she makes the statement, prompting him to laugh at her.

“You didn’t have to listen to me you know. I don’t actually know that much about dresses.”

“I liked it." 

"Should’ve brought a jacket,” he shrugs.

“Why not give me yours, if you’re so obsessed with me being warm.” she states courtly.

To her surprise, he sheds the black blazer that covers the long sleeved white shirt he’s wearing and places it around her bare shoulders, her heart skipping a beat at the closeness of his chest to hers, and the piercing glance his ice blue eyes give her as he smiles and brushes a lock of hair from her face.

“There, now you can’t complain anymore,” he gives her a wink before wrapping an arm around her waist and chuckling at the roll of her y/e/c eyes as they walk back into the manor together. 

♫Little Bird- Ed Sheeran// Golden Trio Era: Draco x Reader

Request:  Could you do a draco x reader based off of “little bird” by ed Sheeran? Thanks! Xx

A/N: I apologise for how short this is, but it was that kind of inspiration today!

A glance is how it begins, eyes meeting in the breeze of fading summer, the sounds of innocent young voices drawing them to each other like moths to toying, auburn flames. A glance morphs into shy smiles, coated in childishness and latent wishes, returning again and again as they walk through marmoreal halls and hear sounds muffled by the daze they place each other in. And all it takes is a glance.

A year goes by and inept introductions are made, her voice getting stuck in his head and placing a smile on his face every time it flashes through his mind. She feels her skin tingle every time her eyes roam through the halls and catch glimpse of the platinum shade of his hair, glistening in the sunlight that peeks through high windows and shines a spotlight on their blossoming friendship.

It’s been three years now, and he finally intertwines his fingers with hers and whispers sweet nothings in her ear, her smile growing, her face glowing as his cotton candy words find their ways into her porcelain mind, seeping through its cracks and filling her sapphire veins with crystals of sugar.

Another year passes and he finally presses his lips to hers. She tastes like cinnamon and happiness and she floods his senses, sending him to a whole other galaxy where stars shine a thousand times brighter. He is free and soaring, and every time he says her name, he savors its taste on his unknowing tongue, its sweetness burning holes in the roof of his pure blooded mouth.

Five years is a long time, she thinks to herself, as she watches him sleep, moonlight caressing his pale skin. If she holds her breath for long enough, she swears she could hear the steady beat of his heart and the murmur of his constant breath. His arm always finds a way to the small of her back, leaving the shape of his hand burning at her skin, an imperceptible mark that never leaves her mind.

Six years is even longer, and that’s when she sees his luckless decision and heavy heart in the icy blue of his eyes, and they become a Greek tragedy, the beats of his heart composing tunes more tragic than Orpheus’ at the loss of his love, or so he thinks, so he dreads, before he sees that she hasn’t left the room, its cool air sending evident shivers through her body. The dark ink doesn’t matter to her as she traces her gentle fingers over the frightening image and whispers feathery words of reassurance in his ear, and the world falls away and, even though it’s for simple moments, allows him to be as innocent as he was at that first glance.

Prompts 22,102,110-Golden Trio Era: Draco

Request:  I know you have exams right now so I’m wishing you the good luck I’m sure you’ll do amazingly 💗I would like to request a fluffy draco x Hufflepuff reader imagine (idk if you write draco?)with prompts 22 or 75 or 102 or 110 you can choose which ones you want to include.I don’t mind waiting as I know you are busy atm. Also I absolutely love your writing keep it up darling:))

• 22. “Come over here and make me.‘’
• 102. ’'Oh gosh, you’ve insulted me! Whatever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scarred for years!”
• 110. “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

A/N: Thank you so much love! I hope this was worth the wait, and I’m sorry it took so long!

The sounds of quills scratching on parchment was the only thing heard in the Potions classroom, as the fabric of Professor Snape’s black cape rustled against the floor. Y/N bit her lip nervously as she looped ink into letters over the parchment, her mind a storm of facts, lightning striking as she hears her name repeated in a whispered voice.

“Y/N,” it’s the third time her name has been uttered, the whisper slightly louder now, making her finally turn around, a clearly forced smile on her face. 

“What, Malfoy?” she whispers at the smirking boy.

“Could you move your massive head, I can’t see the board,” the tone of his quiet murmur is smug as her smile takes on a slightly angrier look.

“Why don’t you just shut up and lean slightly to the left, genius?” she snapped back, her smile never fading, as she turned back to her assignment, rolling her eyes.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?” the cheek of his response prompts another swift turn, as she catches a glimpse of a wink from the boy and stifles her heart’s flutters.

Y/N loosens the yellow-black striped tie around her neck and takes a deep breath as she joins the flood of students leaving the classroom. A sense of relief floods her as she leaves her least favourite subject behind for the day, only to bump into the irking platinum haired boy.

“Hey, big head,” despite his words, his smile is genuine, almost shy as he looks at her.

“The name is Y/N,” she replies, surprisingly calm.

“I didn’t call you big head because I don’t know your name,” Draco chuckled, “I called you big head because you have a big head.”

“Oh gosh, you’ve insulted me! Whatever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scarred for years!” Y/N brings her hand to her heart dramatically, sarcasm more than clear in her voice as she responds to the subpar insult that amuses more than hurts her.

“It’s not an insult. I happen to like big heads,” his smile only seems to get bigger, confusing the pretty girl as he continues speaking: “And that happens to be why I’m asking you out on a date.”

“You’re what now?” a sound laugh slips past her lips as her eyes widen in disbelief at his casual manner.

“I’m asking you on a date,” she squints, looking for signs of jest in his manner, failing to find any, frowning in confusion.

“What’s the catch here? Is this some kind of prank?’' 

’'No, not a prank, a date.” he emphasises his final word, only making the y/e/c eyed girl more skeptical.

“No offense, but I feel like a date with you wouldn’t be very fun for me.” she states, receiving a simple snigger in response.

“Then it’s a good thing that it’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.” he gives the still doubtful girl a wink and puts his hand on her forearm as he whispers: “I’ll see you at 7.” before walking away, leaving butterflies in her stomach and surprise in her mind.

Prompts 3,16,99,103- Golden Trio Era: Draco

Request:  Prompts 3, 16, 99, and 103 for Newt Scamander x Reader (do you write newt?) or Draco x Reader please? I’m thirsty for angst lol

• 3. “Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’!”
• 16. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
• 99. “You say the nastiest things when you’re angry, so yes, I’m walking away from you now.”
• 103. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

A/N: I wasn’t sure how you wanted me to end this, so I went with a happy ending! Hope you like it!

“Will you stop?” Y/N’s voice echoes through the dark, empty hallway, overpowering the sound of Draco’s hurried steps.

He freezes in his tracks, his face frozen into a frown as he turns around to face her nearing figure. As she looks at him, his eyes seem to resemble the colour of ice more strongly than she’d ever noticed before. 

“What the hell happened?” a shocked laugh slips her lips as she looks at him, completely baffled by his rapid, angry exit from the Great Hall.

“Why don’t you go ask your new best friend Potter?” he speaks, his words sharp as needles, his expression unchanged.

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♫I Found- Amber Run //Golden Trio Era: Draco x Gryffindor Reader

A/N: This is my first attempt at a fanfic, so I’m sorry it’s short and probably not the best. I don’t have the time to finish it up today, but I will be putting up a part 2 tomorrow. I hope you like it and it’s not too terrible :)

Edit: I wasn’t very satisfied with the part 2 of this that I posted, so I will be redoing it very soon, most likely by the end of the week!

Summary: The reader is a new student at Hogwarts and ends up in the astronomy tower looking for an escape from her first few days. This is where she meets Draco, but through their conversation there’s no hint of which house they’re in.

Warnings: Smoking?

The gauzy grey clouds floated by the nearly full November moon. She couldn’t tell whether the dense twirls of air in front of her face came from her breath or the lit cigarette in her right hand. Her bare legs hung over the edge of the astronomy tower and, like a child, she swung them back and forth, staring at the moon.

She couldn’t quite remember how she’d found her way around her new school, but she decided not to worry about finding her way back just yet and enjoy the sting of nicotine seeping into her lungs. It was cold but she didn’t feel the wind’s chill. She felt completely content and blissfully numb as the wind blew and her (y/h/c) hair tangled in front of her face, her coat angrily flowing with the gust and barely covering her nightgown.

“Lumos”

A gasp escaped her lips as she turned to see just how much trouble she was in.As the tall, slim figure stepped forward into the moonlight she recognised the grey-blue eyes and now messy fair hair of a boy she’d seen earlier that day.

“Sorry, did I steal your spot or something?” she said, swinging her legs back onto the floor and stubbing out her freshly lit cigarette. When her gaze floated back to the spot where he was just standing, she was surprised to find him gone. Instead, she heard a soft voice to her left:

“I can share for tonight.”

He had sorrowful eyes that blankly gazed into the distance as he let his long legs hang over the edge where hers had just been and his pale hands limply intertwined and settled in his lap. She smiled an unseen smile as she swung her legs back to where they had been and took another cigarette out of her purse, fumbling for the lighter.

“Aren’t you cold?” the stranger spoke.

“Aren’t you?” she eyed his seemingly delicate clothing. He smiled and shook his head lightly.They sat in a complacent silence, and she subtly admired the way the moon caressed his pale face.

“So you couldn’t sleep either?” his voice seemed fragile as he broke the silence.

“Not at all” she sighed and smiled at him sympathetically.

“I haven’t seen you around before” his stare finally broke away from the distant mountains and settled on her face “and I definitely haven’t seen you here”.

“I’m new” she nodded “I just transferred from Beauxbatons.”

He smiled and extended his right hand towards her “Draco” he smiled, quickly adding “Malfoy”.

She happily accepted, exaggerating the handshake humorously “Y/N, Y/L/N”.

A soft, unhappy crack reminded her of the cigarette that had been in her right hand until it was crushed by the cheerfully keen handshake. She returned the two broken pieces to her purse, taking out another, bringing it to her lips and swiftly lighting it as she inhaled the fiery smoke.

“What’s that?” Draco spoke, clearly baffled by the action.

“A cigarette” she wasn’t surprised by the question as she took another puff. Many pureblood wizards knew nothing of muggle inventions such as cigarettes. “Never start smoking them. You get hooked and they make you die early.” she preached as you exhaled a wisp of smoke.

“So why are you doing it? Isn’t that an incredibly stupid thing to do?” he laughed in mockery as she rolled her eyes and looked at him.

“You sound just like my mother.” The comparison made his dark eyebrows knot into a frown, immediately untangling when you nudged him lightly and smiled.

Playful words and laughter floated around the tower until the sun peeked on the horizon.

Laughing, Draco said “We should get back. We don’t want to get run into Filch.”

“Who’s that?” she asked, grabbing his extended hand and standing up.

“If you haven’t met him yet, you really don’t want to” he smirked and walked towards the staircase.

“I’ll trust you on that” she smiled, following him, her hand still entwined with his.

“Y/N’‘Y/N groaned, pulling a pillow over her head and frowning in her sleep.

’'Y/N! Come on, we’ll miss breakfast!” Hermione’s frustrated voice completely woke her, and she promptly sat up, a frown on her face.

“I didn’t know I was rooming with a morning person” she murmured angrily, sweeping her duvet to the side and standing up.

Being rushed by Hermione wasn’t pleasant, but it did get Y/N out of the dorm within the following 10 minutes. As they walked down to the Great Hall, her frown didn’t waiver.As she walked into the hall, her eyes roamed the sea of people at the 4 lengthy tables, gleefully catching a glimpse of the fair haired boy who’d made her heart skip only hours ago. She smiled at him, winking playfully.

She felt a sense of contentment when his lips spread into a grin as he gave her a nod.

Seeing her made him feel strangely blissful, a reminder of the previous night which had made him forget everything but the moment he was living in.

Until he caught a glimpse of the red and gold tie gracing her neck.