Who All Do You Write For In Harry Potter? I’ve Seen Various Characters In Your Works But I Wanted To

Can I send in a request for Draco Malfoy in which the reader is in Gryffindor house and is dating him, while being part of the trio? Her birthday is coming up and he hesitates at first to plan a surprise party for her with them in Gryffindor tower? It turns out to be probably one of the best parties she’s ever gotten or has ever gone to? (My birthday is coming up on the 18th) 😁😊

Draco Malfoy and the surprise party.

[Notes: YES BABY! OF COURSE! Happy birthday btw, I hope you like it. I tried to make it a neutral as I could since I don't know your age, but I hope you know that this one is specially about you.]

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Breakfast at Hogwarts used to be hectic, but Draco Malfoy's bubbling nerves were making it unbearable. It was September 17, his girlfriend's birthday, and there was a huge possibility that all his plans would fall apart. He had played dumb last night despite her hint about sleeping together even though it was a weekday, but he knew that she had wanted to start her birthday with him. He felt bad, but hoped what he had in store would make up for you.

As breakfast was ending, he glanced at his girlfriend who was laughing as she saw Ron Weasley's food-stained face. May Merlin save those three if they failed to do their part. He got up from his seat and went to greet her with a kiss on the cheek, acting like it was a day like any other. Just like everyone else was doing, Granger and Potter averted their gaze as soon as he got closer and Weasley's noise of disgust was not far behind. At the Gryffindor table they were calm, except for Longbottom who couldn't look at her without turning red.

"Morning, Draco" she said with bright eyes that blinked at him.

"Morning, ready for your first class?" Her smile narrowed a bit, due to the fact that she was expecting a birthday greeting, but from the looks of it, everyone had forgotten.

Her friends didn't say anything to her either and had had plenty of time in the common room before breakfast. She could give her boyfriend more time, but that didn't mean she wasn't a little disappointed.

He accompanied her to her class, one she shared with Ravenclaw, and on the way entertained her with a simple chat. Not giving any indication that he knew what day it was. Unfortunately and fortunately that was the only time they saw each other in the morning, since they shared classes after lunch and Draco could not accompany her to her classes without being late for his.

She kissed him goodbye, perhaps a little less enthusiastic than the other days, at the same time she saw the rest of her group of friends arrive at the classroom. A small downcast grimace settled on her face, The day was going to be very long and sad if none of her loved ones remembered her birthday.

With a sigh she walked into the classroom and took a seat next to Harry, while Ron and Hermione shared another desk. She quickly got into the conversation the three of them were having, trying to decide if it was better to tell them rather than wait.

***

The night was getting dangerously close, yet no one had wished her a happy birthday. But her hopes weren't over, Draco had told her to walk around after dinner. Hopefully, he would give her a small gift, kiss her with those breath-taking lips, and whisper the words she most wanted to hear.

After dinner, and a nice chat with her friends. With whom she really did not know what to do, they seemed so immersed in their lives that they wouldn't notice what's wrong. Draco went looking for her, took her by the hand and didn't hesitate to take her away from the Gryffindor table to take her to the gardens.

"I was waiting all day to be with you alone."

"Really? Why?" she returned, in a more hopeful tone than she would have liked"

"Because I regret turning down the offer you made me yesterday" He knew what she was thinking, so he decided to tease her a little.

"You better do, we could have started this day together."

"We could have, and we could have every ordinary day to ourselves."

Oh, Merlín, he did not.

Her heart cracked a little at his words. He was saying something so sweet but he didn't say the words that she wanted to. He was insinuating that they would stay together for life, yet he didn't knew her birthday.

Her hand clenched into a fist, much of her disappointment turning to anger. How dare he? After all the trouble they had to be together in the first place. All the fights and yelling she'd had with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, telling them that he was cool and really sweet once you met him. But it quickly deflated, they didn't remember either. No one in the whole damn school remembered.

She must have been quiet for a long time, because Draco released her hand and stroked her chin to place a long kiss on her lips. It felt bittersweet, it was so familiar and she loved kissing him, but now she felt like she had a whole new situation to deal with. When they parted, Draco wrapped her shoulders and they lay down on the grass, she couldn't help but be further away from him. She wanted to yell at him, cry until her eyes fall out, or do something, but to be honest she was dead tired, her head throbbing with the anticipation that she had all day. So she let him stay quiet and stroke her hair until the curfew almost ended.

He led her into the common room, knowing she was so quiet and subdued for her "forgotten" birthday. He didn't imagined that it would bother him so much to see her like this, he hoped that his gift and the party would fix it.

When they reached the portrait of the fat lady and she whispered the password, Draco held the portrait open after her. She walked into Gryffindor shuffling, when she noticed that the usual boisterous crowd was not there. Her back straightened alertly, it was totally silent until she felt the portrait clatter shut behind her.

"SURPRISE!"

She let out a little cry, before covering her mouth with her hands and feeling her eyes fill with tears. She look at the faces in the small crowd, Dean and Seamus were holding up a sign that wished her a happy birthday followed by her name. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and everyone in the Quidditch team was there. Incluso estaban algunos de sus amigos de otras casas.

Large hands grasped her shoulders and a mouth moved to her ear.

"Happy birthday, love."

He turned her, so he could see her face and soon wiped her tears away. One of his hands reached into the pocket of his robe and took out a small package that he enlarged with his wand. It was too much for her and tried to compose herself when he opened the box and saw a precious locket along with a delicate chain.

"You knew it all day long didn't you?"

"Of course I did it."

She took the locket and opened it, there one side had the inscription of her birthday and on the other there was a photo of both of you, who waved at her.

"Well that's cheesy."

"Yeah, ferret boy does have a heart after all."

"Oh shut up, Weaselbee."

Draco grabbed the chain and undoing it, his girlfriend quickly turned around and lifted her hair so he could put it on her. After that, she went with her friends and everyone welcomed her with hugs and birthday wishes. Several colleagues greeted her and at some point the lights stopped being so bright and someone put on music.

When she noticed, several of them already had a full glass and were chatting, even getting ready to dance.

"I hope you liked it, you always said that Gryffindor parties are not so wild but funnier so I brought some things from my house" Draco said into your ear since the music was being so loud.

You thanked him, a good party is something that you have been needing thanks to all the stress of the classes and being friends with Harry Potter. You were ready to make all of that stop importing for at least a few hours.

Smoke began to spread throughout the room, the lights began to flicker and many joined in dancing to the song that was playing. It was something new, Gryffindor parties did not tend to push people to dance. But with the low lighting, the smoke and the possible participation of students from other houses, it seemed that many more dared to step on the "dance floor".

People were having an amazing time and so was the birthday girl, laughing with her friends and dancing with her boyfriend.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you this."

"What is it?"

"Well we didn't start your birthday together, but I'll be staying the night in Gryffindor, so we can finish it together. "

Happiness accumulated in her chest and she couldn't help hugging and kissing him fiercely. Organizing all of this must have been horribly cumbersome, but getting a free room in Gryffindor was even more difficult. He must have been planning it weeks in advance. Merlin bless this man and explain to her what she did to earn him.

Why does being with you always feel like a burden, even when you say you love me?

Everytime that I remember that Draco Malfoy felt more safe calling his father (A DEATH EATER) for help than Ron Weasley felt about his mother something inside me breaks.

Smut headcanons: Harry Potter.

[Notes: Well here´s the next one, gotta love this man]

TW: NSFW CONTENT!, Bdsm, dom/sub relationships, Dom! Harry Potter, degradation kink, somnophilia, nudism, cock warming, sensation play, bondage, blindfolds, sex in semi-public spaces, marks and hickeys, aftercare and mentions of BDSM clubs.

BDSM is a yes for him.

He didn't believe that it would make it for him, it sounded like the worst type of torture.

But when he started to go to clubs, accidentally went into a BDSM club, where he saw his first scene.

That made his dick harder than a rock, of course, but he laso couldn't stop watching how the little sub was making a big effort to not cum and how they reacted when their dom praised them.

He wanted that, to hold someone like that even when there was no touch between the two of them.

Harry discovered a whole new world again, he witnessed an endless amount of scenes, read several books, different newspapers and the more confident he was, the more he dared to try.

It was the scariest thing for him to hurt a sub, so he had an insane amount of anxiety the first time he had an scene.

But he's Harry Potter, the scene went great, a little slow but it was a great start.

He has many fixed kinks, and some that if he didn't dislike, he would do them just to please his sub of the moment.

Of course that when you too met, it was the perfect match, even before sex. You two talked and moved around each other as if you were an old married couple.

Somnophilia was one of the most prominent kinks, after the war his sleep was always light, and when a sub of his told him he could have whatever he wanted while she was asleep, he had no turning back.

"Shhh go back to sleep, love, I just came homo from a mission. I didn't meant to wake you up."

It was the best way to wake up, him pounding you from behind, his ragged breathing trying not to wake you up and when he notices your eyes open, his thrusts deepen until you both come.

Blindfold his sub is one of his favourite things to ever do. He feels so powerful everytime that his sub let him blindfold them.

He knew how vulnerable it was for them, and something inside him warms up with appreciation for the trust his subs give him.

Sometimes he would blind fold you for the entire day, he would go on with his day, with the exception that he could look up at any moment and see your pretty figure waiting for him.

"You are the most beautiful decoration that I own."

Other times it would be only in the scenes, keeping you tied in a star shape while playing with your sensations, passing feathers, ice, ropes or whatever comes to mind at the moment.

"Don't move , I'm not done with you yet."

Other times he would take you in front of the mirror, just to pull your hair and remove the blindfold at the last minute and say "look how pretty you are when you come."

Another of his problems was that he loved skirts a little to much, specially the short ones. Leather, pleated, flared, latex, all of them.

He also when you were wearing them for him with no underwear.

And those that if someone looks a lot at your thighs they might see some of the love bites that he left behind.

It drove him crazy to see you walk in skirts, to see how your thighs rubbed against each other and how your hips move with every step you take.

That mixed with his impulsiveness often led both of you to get off in the street, with him leading you to an empty alley and crushing you against the wall.

The adrenaline of doing it in a public place also turned him on, but it was not something you two did regularly, with Harry being the boy-who-lived it wouldn't be strange that a photographer is following you all the time.

However "You would love that right? that they photograph us with my cock buried inside you so that they see that you are only mine, wouldn't you? Sure you would, look at you, you're soaked just thinking about it." Harry would say against your ear.

Being naked in the house was another of his favorite things, he could see you all he wanted and you could do the same with him.

However, if he wanted you to know he's angry, he would put some clothes on and order you to stay naked.

He could see all the marks that he had made on you throughout the week, the love bites on the lower part of the breasts, the mark of a rope on your ankle that rubbed you too much, hickeys on your neck and collarbones, everything.

"Come here, I want to see that ass from a better angle."

He would come home from work and you will greet him naked, because there are no longer any 'house clothes'.

Clearly he had to take action for that, the fireplace was always closed even for Ron and Hermione, only you twl could appear inside the house and the windows were enchanted so that you couldn't see through the glass from the outside.

In the same way that Harry liked risk in public, he also liked to push you against a window and threaten to remove the enchantment so everyone could see you surrender to him.

You know that he really wouldn't, he tries to hide it, but you know he loves being the only one who sees you like this, and wouldn't want to share you with anyone else.

He hates having paperwork to do at home, so you often help him from under the desk, keeping his cock warm.

"Stay there, I'm almost done and we can go to dinner later. "

The aftercare was one his favorite parts ever, holding you against his chest telling you how good you were even if you weren't.

He would get you clean, while playing your hair and kissing your forehead.

"Thanks, love that was amazing."

It makes me so sad think about how the adults, specially Sirius, in Harry Potter referred to Lily as a "wonderful woman" when she was a woman for such a short time. She was 21 when she was killed, that's super young, especially when you are aware that the life expectancy of wizards is 120 years.

Are you still open for requests?

Yesss, I'm still starting so I'm doing mostly headcanons (+18, fluff, angst whatever you like) but after that I'll do blurbs

Feel free to request <3

"We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell."

-Oscar Wilde

hi bestie, feel like writing a Fred hc? maybe how he would react to his sub trying to dom him?

Smut headcanons: Fred Weasley's sub tries to dominate him.

[Notes: oh Lord, you made my imagination fly so fast that I-

Btw, stimulating lubricant is inspired by stimulating gels, try them.

So let me know if you liked and it's what you have been thinking ;) that's for you all, and also tell me if there something wrong with the grammar, English isn't my first language and if forgot some tw ]

TW: NSFW CONTENT!, dom! Fred, sub! reader dirty talk, bondage, waxplay, overstimulation, denied orgasm, cumplay, crying, use of stimulating products, mentions of the war and accidents, subs training, oral sex (female receiving) and someone grabs the other by the neck but it's not suffocation (I think that's it).

Fred Weasley was a simple man, he knew what he liked and was attached to it. There were limits that weren't written, but that he had clear in his mind. Things that he for practicality he didn't bother to try, knowing himself as he knows himself, he knew he wouldn't like them.

As well the things that he loved were his safe place, like the joke shop he built with his brother, his mother's food and intimacy with you.

Your relationship was everything that Fred needed after the war. After the accident he had in the battle of Hogwarts when a wall almost crushed him, but luckily he only hurt his foot, he had a long time recovering. And having you by his side, following his orders as if you were the goodest girl in the world was comforting to him.

Your sex life took a deeper direction 3 months after you two became official. Everything was playful and passionate but then, one day you were telling him that you were just about to come and he demanded "Hold it up, babe, you don't have my permission" while keeping you all over the edge.

It was certainly unexpected, but you both had time to explore each other, build trust and try all the things that now were part of your daily sex life.

However switch your roles was never one of the things that you both have tried. It was always him with his hoarse voice ordering and demanding as he pleased and you following his wishes.

So it was a surprise to him when you interrupted his order to undress to tell him that this time you were the one in charge.

At first he laughed, incredulity palpable in his tone and the tautness of his shoulders.

"Good joke, puppet, do you want a kiss as a reward for thinking something so funny? Is this your way of trying to impress me?"

Of course, he started to get angry when you say that you weren´t joking.

He was the dom and you were the sub, why that would change?

He licked his lips and crossed his arms, rubbing himself a little when you didn´t stop.

"Stop this tantrum now, only brats do things like this and I have trained you well."

Part of him was wondering if you really wanted to switch roles, but you would have said your safe word if that was the case, or it had been spoken before. But it wasn't like that, so you were just being a brat, which infuriated him.

Of course, you didn´t stop provoking him.

That´s when he couldn´t control himself anymore. He walked to you, tall and intimidating thanks to his angry face, and grabed your neck to put your face in front of his.

"You want a punishiment? all right, that´s what you´re gonna get."

He led you by his grip on your neck to the bed, it didn't take much for him to bend you over the edge and give you the first slap on your butt.

"You know, you don´t expect this attitude from the pup that you´ve been taking care of all this time, but I guess I can remind you your place."

He spanked your ass some more with your clothes on, until he got tired of the fabric cushioning his hand and made it disappear with his wand.

He also took advantage of the moment and cast a spell to tie you up, so you had no escape and the hand on your neck disappeared.

"There and just like this is were you belong."

He stared at your red cheeks, his erection pulse in his pants at the sight, his anger lowering just enough for him to think what would be the next step.

The answer came from his pocket, he had designed lubricants and this one in particular was finished. He had brought it to talk about it, but now it seemed like a good time to use it wih you.

"Brats like you don´t deserve my time but I´ve got this lube that I´ve designed for you. It will make you feel warm and it will stimulate you almost to your orgasm, do you wanna use it in your punishment? Yes or no, are the only good answers."

You said yes, and with your consent he lubricated your entire area, without bothering to give you pleasure, and then put two digits in your entrance. The teasing about how wet you were beforehand was not long in coming.

Fred was starting to enjoy the punishment, now that he had calmed down, but there was one thing that he knew and it was that you were not cumming tonigh.

You ruined the scene tonight, disrespected him and continued to give him a bad attitude despite his warnings, this had to be something you regretted.

When you started to feel the stimulation from the lube, Fred laughed and spread your legs and ordered to keep them open "just as they should always be for him."

He stared at your pussy with a devil grint, knowing that it wouldn't take to much for you to start crying and moaning for his permission to cum. It would be great when he denied you.

He also decided that he could add something else to it, to make the matter more interesting. He fetched one of the red candles that you kept on the nightstand, lit it, and prepared to stain your entire back with it.

Meanwhile you were suffering the lube a little too much more than you expected. It was warm and it made you try to touch yourself to ease some of the pain. You even thought you could just come from that, but it always left you there, on the edge.

He warned you from the wax, and when you didn't say your safe word, instead you moaned loudly, he let a couple hot drops on your ass. Now you felt a little overwhelmed, but it was so good that it almost put you in sub space.

He unbuttoned his pants and released his erection, sat next to your body on the bed and jerked into a tight fist while painting your back.

When you couldn't keep you legs open from the overstimulation, he summoned two soft ropes and tied your legs to the bedposts, keeping them separate.

Now a couple of tears were gathering in your eyes and Fred held back his words of comfort, but he put down the candle and stroked your hair until the last stains of wax dried. It was a punishment, he could 't spoil you more than he already did, he couldn't stop punishing you for a few tears, damn you had not even said your word to stop, you were clearly handling it well.

"You look beautiful like this, too bad you made me so mad just to get this, puppet."

He positioned himself behind you and entered you with a long, deep thrust. He kept pushing, slowly so that you couldn't come and the excitement only accumulated in your belly.

"I took care of you so well, puppet, I tied you with precious knots, I ripped you orgasms one after the other, I devoured your little pussy everytime but you were a brat today, so this is your punishment. I decided that you can't come tonight, after what you did I want you to regret it and remember it and not try again. Now say you understand it."

After you could match the words in your mouth between moans, Fred accelerated his thrusts but he came out of you and let his climax paint on the wax of your ass before you could even think of cumming without his permission.

"Well that's a really good view isn't it?"

And it was, your skin was red from the spanks, then the wax of the same color dripped from your cheeks to the beginning of your thighs and Fred's white stripes on top of it all made a memorable image.

After that, he untied your bindings and wiped the wax off your back, but let the remnant of the lube stay inside you.

"You better not cum while you're sleeping, pup." He said before hugging you and start the aftercare.

"That was amazing babe, I'm sorry that you have to feel like that now, but is part of your punishment."

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