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Blood.
It seemed to rule the magic word now, even years after the battle of Hogwarts, after the end of a reign of terror.
Purebloods, half-bloods, Mudbloods.
Those words were always showing up in conversations, always used as a racial slur. Nobody knew exactly when it all happened, when the random segregation started, but it did and it seemed to be here to stay.
No one "race" mixed with another, despite there being no rule about it, no law against the mingling. They just... didn't.
Certain restaurants and stores were very obvious about what side they were on. They weren't allowed to refuse service to people of a different type of blood purity, but the service did not have to be decent, but people of different blood rarely went into places that did not support their blood as it was.
Though he'd been brought up to flaunt his pureblood status, Draco Malfoy had grown out of his prejudiced ways. Of course, it wasn't for the sake of 'being good' or being 'morally right', but because of a different reason entirely, one that opened his eyes to far more than just racism.
He fell in love with a half-blood.
Her mother was a half-blood, her father being a Squib, while her own father being a pureblood. If her grandfather had not been a Squib she'd have been pure and there would be nothing "wrong" with their relationship.
But despite all that, Draco had fallen harder for her than Cedric Diggory hit the ground dead.
Others looked down upon them, crude remarks and jokes made quietly as they walked by, though it wasn't always so quiet. Draco was always, always on the defense, ready to Stupify anyone who said anything, but his love had started carrying his wand in her robes whenever they went out. She'd just hook her arm around his and rub his hand, murmuring sweet nothings to calm the rage that sat inside him, ready to consume him at any time.
Back in his Hogwarts days, Draco would never have affiliated himself with her, romantically or platonically. But he realized now that that was a huge mistake in mindset. This woman was everything he'd ever needed in his life, and he was a fool to overlook her. Sure she was a Ravenclaw, sure she was half-blood, but he needed her in his life.
Others would comment that Draco had gone soft, that he was a traitor to his own family. But later on, once he was in bed with you reading and calm he'd think about it, just as you advised him to do.
He'd think about how yes, he indeed was a traitor, but it wasn't nearly as bad because he hadn't switched sides. He never wanted to do the things his family wanted him to do, never wanted to uphold the so-called "traditions" the Malfoy family had, such as marrying a pureblood and having her be a Slytherin in school.
But now they were all gone, there was no one else around in the Malfoy family to judge him, tell him he was wrong. He and his wife were the last of the Malfoy's and they could set their own traditions, their own rules and stipulations.
He'd raise his children to be accepting and kind, though tough and to give off the "don't-try-me" attitude he'd upheld for so long. He'd tell his children before they went to Hogwarts to be good, not cause trouble like his own father had done. And if Potter or Weasley's kids were going too, he'd tell them to make nice and respect them, unlike he did to Potter, Weasley, and Granger himself.
Blood type didn't matter to Draco anymore. He'd grown up, learned the ways of something better than being prejudiced for absolutely no reason but someone being different than him.
And the transformation was the second best thing to ever happen to him, the first being the love of his life loving him back. That was all that mattered, not purebloods, half-bloods, or Mudbloods.
It seemed to rule the magic word now, even years after the battle of Hogwarts, after the end of a reign of terror.
Purebloods, half-bloods, Mudbloods.
Those words were always showing up in conversations, always used as a racial slur. Nobody knew exactly when it all happened, when the random segregation started, but it did and it seemed to be here to stay.
No one "race" mixed with another, despite there being no rule about it, no law against the mingling. They just... didn't.
Certain restaurants and stores were very obvious about what side they were on. They weren't allowed to refuse service to people of a different type of blood purity, but the service did not have to be decent, but people of different blood rarely went into places that did not support their blood as it was.
Though he'd been brought up to flaunt his pureblood status, Draco Malfoy had grown out of his prejudiced ways. Of course, it wasn't for the sake of 'being good' or being 'morally right', but because of a different reason entirely, one that opened his eyes to far more than just racism.
He fell in love with a half-blood.
Her mother was a half-blood, her father being a Squib, while her own father being a pureblood. If her grandfather had not been a Squib she'd have been pure and there would be nothing "wrong" with their relationship.
But despite all that, Draco had fallen harder for her than Cedric Diggory hit the ground dead.
Others looked down upon them, crude remarks and jokes made quietly as they walked by, though it wasn't always so quiet. Draco was always, always on the defense, ready to Stupify anyone who said anything, but his love had started carrying his wand in her robes whenever they went out. She'd just hook her arm around his and rub his hand, murmuring sweet nothings to calm the rage that sat inside him, ready to consume him at any time.
Back in his Hogwarts days, Draco would never have affiliated himself with her, romantically or platonically. But he realized now that that was a huge mistake in mindset. This woman was everything he'd ever needed in his life, and he was a fool to overlook her. Sure she was a Ravenclaw, sure she was half-blood, but he needed her in his life.
Others would comment that Draco had gone soft, that he was a traitor to his own family. But later on, once he was in bed with you reading and calm he'd think about it, just as you advised him to do.
He'd think about how yes, he indeed was a traitor, but it wasn't nearly as bad because he hadn't switched sides. He never wanted to do the things his family wanted him to do, never wanted to uphold the so-called "traditions" the Malfoy family had, such as marrying a pureblood and having her be a Slytherin in school.
But now they were all gone, there was no one else around in the Malfoy family to judge him, tell him he was wrong. He and his wife were the last of the Malfoy's and they could set their own traditions, their own rules and stipulations.
He'd raise his children to be accepting and kind, though tough and to give off the "don't-try-me" attitude he'd upheld for so long. He'd tell his children before they went to Hogwarts to be good, not cause trouble like his own father had done. And if Potter or Weasley's kids were going too, he'd tell them to make nice and respect them, unlike he did to Potter, Weasley, and Granger himself.
Blood type didn't matter to Draco anymore. He'd grown up, learned the ways of something better than being prejudiced for absolutely no reason but someone being different than him.
And the transformation was the second best thing to ever happen to him, the first being the love of his life loving him back. That was all that mattered, not purebloods, half-bloods, or Mudbloods.
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Leaving: Draco x Reader
He had not come home. One night after the argument he had slipped out of your bed and left. No note, no indication of when he would return he had just left you. Part of you wanted him to walk in at any moment but another part wanted him to stay away. Spreading your hands over the cold marble of the kitchen work surface you took a deep breath. The ingredients for a simple supper were spread out, just enough for one. A pair of hands ran through your (h/c) locks pulling them into a high ponytail, hands that were not yours. The new hands crossed over your front and pulled you into the warm body standing behind you. Warm lips found the side of you
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Returning: Draco x Reader
Slowly but surely you were getting use to single life. The ability to go out with friends whenever you wanted, sleep whenever, eat whatever. You'd even provided cover for a term at Hogwarts but the memory of your relationship still remained. Always there like last tendrils of a nightmare refusing to let you go. During the time since the split you had dated a wide variety of guys but it never felt right. Certain features or mannerisms reminded you of Draco and so it never worked out. You wanted nothing more than to forget about him but for some reason you could not.
One Friday you decided to head out to a local restaurant. Dressed in a simple
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Draco X Reader: Glass
A glass. A single glass created the mess around you and your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.
“What is wrong with you?!”
You hurled the book at the blonde in front of you, barely missing by hitting the wall instead.
How, you may ask? Let’s just say you got a bit carried away and broke the glass in your hand. And Draco decided to laugh.
“Me?! You’re the one that gets carried away over everything!!”
Draco threw the half-empty bottle of wine at you, the glass shattering upon contact with the wall. Red wine splashed everywhere and puddled on the shattered glass upon the floor. You growled and grabbed a vase from t
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yeet im in school rn and in my 5th period