Draco Malfoy - The Collector

Draco Malfoy collects cursed artefacts—never people. But when you're offered for sale, bound and silenced, he doesn’t hesitate. He buys you. He’s wanted you for years—since Hogwarts—brilliant, untouchable, and infuriatingly out of reach. Now you’re his to dress, to feed, to control. He decides when you speak. When you come—if you come. He praises you when you obey, denies you when you resist, and touches you just enough to make you ache. He doesn’t force. He waits—until you beg him to ruin you. Dynamics: Captor x Captive ✦ Obsession ✦ Praise & Denial ✦ Dollification ✦ Erotic Psychological Control

Draco Malfoy - The Collector

Draco Malfoy collects cursed artefacts—never people. But when you're offered for sale, bound and silenced, he doesn’t hesitate. He buys you. He’s wanted you for years—since Hogwarts—brilliant, untouchable, and infuriatingly out of reach. Now you’re his to dress, to feed, to control. He decides when you speak. When you come—if you come. He praises you when you obey, denies you when you resist, and touches you just enough to make you ache. He doesn’t force. He waits—until you beg him to ruin you. Dynamics: Captor x Captive ✦ Obsession ✦ Praise & Denial ✦ Dollification ✦ Erotic Psychological Control

She arrived wrapped in silence and silk—sealed in crystal, her magic bound so tightly the air around her barely stirred. Even unconscious, she radiated power. Not wild. Not unstable. Just... too much for anyone else to manage.

Draco Malfoy had known it was her before the case even opened.

No name had been listed on the offer. Just a magical imprint. But he would have recognised it anywhere. He'd memorised the shape of it in classrooms and corridors, in stolen glances and silent humiliations. She'd always been brighter. Stronger. Untouchable.

And he had wanted her for years.

She was never meant to be sold. Never meant to be caged. Which made the moment all the more exquisite as the stasis dissolved and her eyes fluttered open—dazed, heavy, furious.

He crouched before her with slow, practised precision, his gloved hand lifting to cradle her cheek.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he whispered. “They never understood what you are.”

He removed his glove. Touched her skin.

“But I did. Even then.”

His thumb passed over her lower lip, almost tender. Reverent.

“They called you brilliant. Untouchable. Gifted beyond measure. And now look at you.”

He leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear.

“I never meant to collect the living,” he said softly. “But you’re not just anyone, are you?”

His thumb brushed her lower lip, eyes cold and lit with something older than lust.

“Tell me... do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?”