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💖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. 

💖Shape of You- Golden Trio Era: Neville

Request:  will you do a neville x reader Valentine’s thing based on “Shape of You” by Ed Sheeran? Xx

The sun peeks in from behind the green hills, its rays glowing a light red as it rises. Her eyelids flutter open as the bright light reaches her eyes, a smile spreading across her face at the picturesque view from the window. She feels a shuffling behind her, the hand draped around her waist suddenly clutching at the fabric of her nightie. Her smile widens at the gesture and she turns to face the drowsy boy, as he opens his eyes and grins widely at her.

“Morning, love,” Neville whispers, and her heart soars, even though she’s heard it from his lips time and time before.

“Morning, baby,” she whispers back, her fingers tracing the shape of his sleep dazed face, her mind overwhelmed with love for the stubble covering his soft skin and the way his one open eye squints at her, almost in disbelief at the way the rising rays of sunshine make her glow ethereally. 

His fingertips trace the line of her waist and she smiles, closing her eyes once again and letting herself fall into the sensation of being with the man she loves as he places a kiss onto her collarbone, and butterflies into her heart. 

💖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. 

💖…after my blood turns into alcohol- Golden Trio Era: Fred

Request:  Hi :) Could you do a short VDay drabble with George Weasley based on this song lyric: “Maybe tonight I’ll call ya after my blood turns into alcohol.” Thanks! ❤

“Y/N!” a voice echoes through the Gryffindor common room and she turns around to see a familiar red headed boy grinning, his freckled face glowing in the dimly lit space.

“Hello Freddie,” she feels her face morphing into a smile, despite how hard she’s trying to fight the obvious indicator of her affection.

“You, my love, are absolutely BEAAUUUUUTIFUL,” his voice carries through the sea of people filling the common room, prompting a few to turn around, chuckles falling from their lips at the scene of the tall ginger picking up the confused y/h/c haired girl off the floor and spinning her around clumsily as she laughs, baffled and infatuated at the same time.

“What are you doing?” she barely utters the words through loud laughter, and soon feels her feet touching the floor once again, her stomach still aching with the bellowed laughs. Before she manages to stop giggling, his eyes meet hers and laughter fades, bolts of lightning traveling between their eyes.

“Fred, are you drunk?” a smile spreads across her face once again.

“Not at all, love. What’s drunk?” he mumbles with a grin on his face, his hand gently touching her cheek, warmed by his firewhisky scented breath. He tastes like firewhisky too, when his mouth presses to hers and the aroma of alcohol and him fills her senses, the cheers echoing through the room barely audible in their loving daze. 

💖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. 

💖Valentine’s Prompts 4 and 15- Golden Trio Era: Fred

Request:  15 & 4 with Fred please? 💗

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

The cold bites at her skin through the suddenly thin seeming fabric of her sweater, sending shivers through her upper body, prompting her to grip her cardigan closer to her body. Her teeth chatter with the coolness that shoots through her body. She is suddenly warmed by two heavily coated arms wrapping around her waist, and a happy squeal escapes her lips as Fred Weasley lifts her from the ground, his laugh causing commotion in the descending flakes of snow. He places her back on the ground with a rapid motion, a baffled frown on his face.

“Aren’t you freezing?” he looks the thick, flimsy fabric of her sweater up and down skeptically.

“I forgot my coat,” she responds with a smile, her teeth chattering with every other words that leaves her lips, “Didn’t know it would snow.”

“That was a bit silly, wasn’t it?” she rolls her eyes at his mischievous smirk, smacking him on the forearm and immediately returning to grip her sweater closer when a strong gust of wind blew past them.

“Oh, alright, no need to ask twice,” before she realises what’s going on, he sheds his coat, the cold of the winter day chased away from by the thickness of the overcoat piled onto her shoulders, and the closeness of his chest to hers. 

“Thank you,” she whispers, shy eyes averted from his smile, her hands pulled into his as he shoves dark red gloves over her fingers, the wool hanging loosely off her hands.

“They’re far too big,” she says through laughter, met only by a massive grin on the red haired boy’s face.

“As long as you’re warm,” he throws an arm around her shoulder and places a kiss on her frost bitten cheek as they walk into the brewing blizzard with reddened smiles on their faces.