harry potter, aged 23, visiting teddy and andromeda for his normal weekly cup of tea and w/e, and andromeda is in the kitchen and teddy’s run upstairs to fetch harry the latest game he’s obsessed with, and harry notices a leatherbound photo album half-sticking out of the bookshelf in the living room that he’s never seen before, and sort of idly takes it down, and it’s full of photos of the malfoys
photos of narcissa: standing stiffly next to andromeda, the two of them not touching, looking very dubious, and teddy’s ruffled head in the bottom left corner of the picture as he tries uselessly to leap up and wave; sitting very still in a high-backed armchair looking quietly pleased and possessive with teddy six months old and asleep in the crook of her arm; frowning intensely as she pushes rune cards towards a blithely chattering 3 year old teddy.
but most of the photos are of draco. draco asleep on the sofa with teddy curled up and asleep on his chest – there are deep grey circles under draco’s eyes and he’s waxy pale with exhaustion even in sleep, and teddy can’t be more than a couple of months old. draco looking horrified and holding a squirming pudgy teddy at arms length as teddy gleefully spits up what looks like some of his first solids on draco’s crisp white shirt. draco reading a copy of the daily prophet with a 2001 date while teddy crawls up over his back and hangs off around draco’s neck and blows spitballs in his ear. draco and teddy posed solemnly in andromeda’s back garden, draco straddling a broom, teddy next to him and almost beside himself with excitement on the toy broom harry got him for his fourth birthday. draco and teddy playing exploding snap. draco walking in a park next to andromeda with a fast asleep four year old teddy scooped up easily in his arms, snoring on his shoulder. draco in dark jeans and a soft, worn thin looking t-shirt laughing up at the camera while teddy advances on him with hands covered in brightly coloured paint.
harry had no idea narcissa and andromeda were in touch, let alone draco. when he hears teddy thundering back downstairs, he quietly closes the book and replaces it in the cupboard. it doesn’t have to mean anything. he testified at both of the malfoys’ trials. he doesn’t care about them anymore. he’s not even angry.
only that monday at the ministry, when he’s heading for auror hq, draco malfoy wanders past in his buttoned up formal robes clasped tight around his neck, frowning and haughty as ever over a file, shooting harry a swift venomous look as is his habit, and harry’s heart suddenly kicks into high gear.
A Scorpius + Scorpion King sketch I did last November after reading @bounding-heart‘s birthday fic for @torestoreamends, ‘Reflection’ ! I’d wanted to paint it properly but never got the time so all I have to show is this version I created with an interesting ‘artistic filter’ app…!
After thirteen years of marriage, twelve of which had merely been because of poor Scorp, Draco finally had to admit this wasn’t working.
When he came out as ace to his father, he’d been given The Look and a matching lecture. “You are a pureblood. I and my fathers before me have worked hard on our image. I don’t particularly care if you want sex, Draco. I don’t care if you want to dress in a frilly apron and call yourself Daphne. You will resist all inappropriate urges that would smear our family name. And after you marry, you and your wife will have a child, and you will have this same talk with your child one day. Carrying on the Malfoy name isn’t about what you want, son, and it’s about time you learned that. Who you project to the world is what really matters. Besides, you do not have to want sex in order to have a child.”
Draco had immediately dropped all thoughts of explaining what asexual actually meant and smartly told his father “yes, sir”. He spent the rest of his youth and young adulthood pretending he wasn’t asexual and outright denying he was gay.
Astoria was nice enough. She was pretty and kind, and she didn’t seem much more interested in the physical stuff than Draco was. So when their families set them up, Draco just went with it. And when he got down on one knee, presented her with a ring, and asked “will you marry me?” he pretended his father hadn’t told him that it was time already.
And when Astoria said “yes”, a wry, thin-lipped grin that didn’t belay any happiness on her face, Draco pretended she probably hadn’t had a very similar talk from her mother. They gave each other a perfunctory kiss, then invited their parents to dinner to give them the news.
They tried only as much as it took until Astoria got pregnant. And even though Draco hadn’t been otherwise excited, he did find himself genuinely looking forward to having a child. He’d been so wrapped up in trying to present an appropriate version of himself to the world (which didn’t seem worth it when nobody could see past Pureblood Slytherin Death Eater Villain but honestly, Draco didn’t know how else to cope), he’d never really thought about being a father.
The birth of little Scorpius was the best day of Draco’s life. Words couldn’t describe how it felt to realize the little being he’d helped create was actually living in this world, here, with him. And when Astoria, still exhausted and holding her newly cleaned off babe, whispered, “I’m not doing this again,” Draco half wondered if he’d imagined it.
He whispered back, “agreed,” just in case.
It was easier to pretend to be happily married when Scorpius was young and needed so much time from both his parents. Draco could say there were times when he was genuinely happy being around Scorpius.
And then Scorpius turned 11, and he went off to Hogwarts. Astoria and Draco tried. They really did. But they’d forgotten how lonely it was without Scorpius. They’d forgotten about lives not just revolving around their son. Scorpius’ first year of Hogwarts left Draco and Astoria’s house quiet. Strained. Tense.
Scorpius came home for the summer, full of energy, wanting to be able visit friends - friends whose parents weren’t the biggest fans of Draco. But Draco and Astoria made it through the summer, more friendly around each other than they’d been in months.
All too soon, they were dropping Scorpius back off at King’s Cross Station and watching him board the train. As soon as they got back home, Draco broke. He couldn’t stand any more years of a tense household, quietly sitting in his study, not wanting to bother Astoria, equally quiet in her reading room. He couldn’t stand any more stiff dinners where neither of them pretended to make conversation anymore.
“Astoria?” he said, taking a moment to realize he could hear his voice echoing when Scorpius was gone.
“Hmm?” she looked over at him, surprised to hear him speak.
“Astoria… I’m. I’m gay. And, not that it really matters here, but I’m also asexual.”
It’s not what Draco intended to say, but there it was. Astoria looked at him, then slowly lowered her face into her hands. Her shoulders started shaking. It took Draco several moments to realize the sound coming from her was laughter. Normally, his first reaction would have been hurt and embarrassment, but when you live with somebody for more than a decade, you get to know them at least a little. Even in a loveless marriage. And Draco didn’t feel as if he should be insulted.
“Astoria?” he finally asked again, after several minutes of letting her get it out.
She looked up, face tearstained but with a genuine smile on it. “Draco, I’m a lesbian,” she said. “I’m pretty sure it’s why our families fixed us up specifically.”
Draco sat down. All these years, he’d been so wrapped up in keeping on his own Malfoy Mask, he’d never really thought about why she was as disinterested in him as he in her. He’d only been relieved. Never questioned it past that.
“Merlin,” he said. He reached over to take her hand. “Would you do me the honor of divorcing me?” he asked.
Astoria grinned. “I’d love to.”
And together, they laughed. And laughed and laughed and laughed in relief and a new sense of self. For the first time since Scorpius’ birth, they were actually both happy in each other’s company.
Draco hadn’t really planned on actually asking for a divorce, but it just seemed like the right thing to do. Astoria and him both deserved an actual shot at love - if that’s what they wanted. At the very least, they deserved to live out their lives in a house where they felt comfortable making it their own house.
They laughed until Draco groaned and realized, “not only do we have to tell our parents, we also have to tell Scorpius.”
Astoria sighed. “Honestly, I’ve given enough of my life to my parents. I’m past seeking their approval. If they don’t support me, they don’t need to talk to me anymore. I know we’ve got a lot of details to work out regarding Scorp, but he’s been hinting at how sad we both seem ever since we let him go over to his friend Al’s house. I guess Harry and Ginny are a much friendlier and happier match than we were.”
“He… He was?” Draco felt bad for not noticing. For a moment, he felt like his own father, too wrapped up in his own business to actually pay attention to his son.
Astoria smiled at him, though. “He has, but don’t feel bad. He was actually quite subtle about it. I really only started to understand his comments when I accidentally opened one of Al’s replies to his letters.”
“Accidentally?” Draco raised an eyebrow.
Astoria gave him a light tap. “Yes, accidentally. Ginny sent me a letter about Scorp sleeping over and she had them both in the same envelope. Honestly, I can’t tell if she has atrocious handwriting or if Albus has gorgeous handwriting.
Draco laughed. He wasn’t looking forward to announcing his divorce to his parents (although father had drastically changed after Azkaban and his mum had become a much more dominating force, so who knows? Maybe it would go better than he was imagining) or Scorpius, but he couldn’t deny the relief he was feeling. And it seemed like, although this was the end of his marriage with Astoria, it was the beginning of a new friendship. Draco found himself looking forward to that as much as he was looking forward to the possibilities of his future.
- Having all the chocolate you could ever crave, ever
- Being friends for a super long time before dating
- The Marauders teasing the both of you relentlessly until you admitted that you liked each other
- Him coming up from behind you and resting his chin on top of your head and his hands on your hips/around your waist
- Quite literally the most cuddles ever
- Pretty much just not leaving his/your bed for the entire weekend
- Little random kisses as he passes by you on the top of your head, temple, forehead, shoulder, etcetera
- Making each other breakfast/coffee/tea all the time
- Visiting each other over breaks and getting to introduce him to fun muggle stuff
- “Rem, I’m studying!”
- As he grabs you around your waist, tearing you away from your books, and pulls you down on the couch with him
- “Well not now you aren’t”
- Basically him just turning into a giant cuddler whenever you actually have something to do (not that he isn’t anyways, cause he totally is)
- He lays his head in your lap
- Wraps his arms around you
- Kisses you everywhere
- And you won’t even look at him because you’ll just lose it from his cuteness and never get anything done
- Not that you really do anyways…because of him
- Kisses on the back of your hand and the inside of your wrist
- Basically gaining three brothers in the process
- “Mrs. Moony”
- Getting little gifts from him whenever he’s out and about without you
- In addition, collecting little memories from your time together - notes, pictures (you guys take a lot), cards, tickets, candy wrappers, menus, flowers, etcetera
- Being the most comforting, understanding, and peaceful person for each other
- Getting lost in each other’s eyes
- Falling asleep on each other/together
- That thing that two people in love do when they walk next to each other and they aren’t ‘holding hands’ but they’re brushing and touching and intertwining their fingers together oh gosh
- Silence between you two being more enjoyed and seen as comfortable/peaceful rather than awkward or strange
- Grabbing each other to dance together
- And slow dancing all the time
- Basically being like a married couple after only dating for a few months because the two of you are so compatible and comfortable with each other
- Ruffling/playing with his hair all the time
- Softly tracing all of his scars across his chest and arms while he just relaxes and watches you
- The softest, gentlest, sweetest, most passionate, comforting kisses
- The two of you pretty much being the epitome of the best relationship ever
When Scorpius arrived in that hellish other world he discovered he had the Dark Mark branded on his arm. He hoped that when he left it would go away, but here he is, back in his own world, hiding the scar from his best friend and his dad.
Am I allowed to blame one of the actors for a fic? This is one hundred percent James Le Lacheur’s fault. I wrote this after seeing her first show as Scorpius back in October. For those who don’t know, her Scorpius rubs his left arm during the conversation about the Voldy timeline in McGonagall’s office, and I’ve now seen that happen twice, so it isn’t a coincidence. It made me wonder whether the Scorpion King is marked, and whether that would affect Scorpius.
This is also @bounding-heart‘s fault for talking about Scorpius and Dark Marks recently. It’s time to finally drag this thing from the angsty depths of my iPad and unleash it on the world.
Prompt: “Can do an imagine where Draco’s sister and in Gryffindor house and Draco finds out and tells their father and mother and Draco’s sister falls in love with Harry and dates him and Draco finds out and their father finds she is with Harry”
A/N:I really hope you like it and I wrote it the way you imagined!
Y/n Malfoy wasn’t really scared for her first year, she had her brother, Draco. He was a year older and promised their parents to look out for her. They were so certain she would be a Slytherin, just like all of their family. Y/n had never felt that connected with her family. She loved them, but she felt like she didn’t fit in. She had their hair and that aura of determination over her, but her eyes were Y/e/c and always sparkled like she was planning the biggest prank of the year. Y/n sat in her compartment, Draco and his friends had just left and she was bored already. She didn’t really have friends, not yet. Fighting against the urge to just leave the compartment and look for kind looking people to talk to, she leaned her head against the window, staring at the raindrops that fell out of the sky like bullets. However, the young girl heard laughter, laughter of something funny, laughter filled with joy. It was so different from Draco’s laugh. Draco laughed like he had evil thoughts, like he laughed at someone who had fallen over and couldn’t get up. This was different. Curious, she got up and saw a few girls laughing. Y/n wanted to walk to them, talk to the girls and have fun. She wanted to laugh with them, she wanted them to like her. She was almost by the small group when a hand grabbed her wrist. “Y/n, where are you going?” She recognized Draco. Y/n rolled her eyes and turned to Draco. “I was going to talk to them. Make friends. “You have me and Crabbe and Goyle. You don’t need those stupid girls as friends.” He spat. Y/n pulled back her wrist. “You don’t decide how I will live my life!” Her voice was loud and cold. She stormed off, but ran past the compartment. With an annoyed look on her face, she went to look for the trolly witch. As she saw her, she pulled out some money. “Three chocolate frogs, please.” She said. When Y/n looked up, she saw a boy with red hair sitting besides a boy with black hair and green eyes. Harry Potter. Draco talked about him a lot, and she was sure it was him. Y/n’s eyes grew bigger before she told herself to calm down, pay and calmly stroll off. And that is what she did.
The nerves were starting to get to Y/n as she waited for her name to be called. She heard cheers when people got sorted into their houses, but it seemed more like a battle between Slytherin and Gryffindor for who could cheer the loudest. It seemed like Gryffindor was winning. “Y/n Malfoy.” Y/n was nervous but she had learned how to hide it well. She was sure she seemed calm when she walked to the chair to get sorted. As the Hat was placed upon her head, she was surprised it didn’t yell Slytherin. “Ahh, another Malfoy. I see you expected me to put you into Slytherin right away, didn’t you?” The Hat said in her head. He sounded amused. Y/n didn’t answer, and she didn’t need to. “I see that you are rater different then the other Malfoys. You love to make jokes, maybe even pull a little prank. You are very independent and yet determent. But you are also brave enough to fight the will of your parents.” The Hat stopped talking. “You really do your own thing, you don’t care about dishonoring your parents too much. I think I will put you in GRYFFINDOR!” The Hat yelled. Y/n was stunned. The whole room was quiet, but when Y/n stood up and walked to the Gryffindor table, all the Gryffindors cheered loud.
After dinner, Y/n followed the first years to the common room. At least, that was the plan. Draco puled her out of the crowd. “Explain.” He said. In his eyes she saw the rage he didn’t say, the rage he didn’t want to show. “I don’t know, I can’t explain. That Hat put me in Gryffindor.” Draco seemed desperate, he was already failing at keeping an eye on his sister. “I will write dad and he can write the school. We can still put you into Slytherin.” Y/n shook her head. “I don’t want to. The Hat choose and I will become a great wizard in Gryffindor.” With that, Y/n ran back to the group. Draco was not amused, but she did not care at all. She could be independent, free from her brothers eye. She believed these years would be great, if not better.
Y/n stared across the library to Harry’s table. She really liked him. She liked how his hair always seemed to long, how his eyes were so bright and how he was so carefree. Since she was in Gryffindor, she could talk to him, and when she did, her heart stopped. She really liked him. However, with Umbridge, it was hard to even talk to boys, let alone date them. Hell, it was even hard to talk to Draco. “Y/n, your homework won’t fix itself.” Y/n rolled her eyes and looked at her parchment, only to glaze up at Harry again. Draco dropped his quill and looked his sister dead in the eye. “Okay, why can’t you focus? It had been going on for weeks. If it has to do anything with Umbridge, I swear I will kill her.” Y/n smiled at her brothers concern. “No, I’m fine. But I am not going to tell you.” Y/n really liked to tease. “Why not!” He whisper yelled. “Because you will write dad and you will make him mad.” Y:n grinned. “I will not!” “What did you do when I was sorted into Gryffindor? Or my first friend was Hermione Granger?” Draco rolled his eyes. Okay, two times. But about Gryffindor, he would have found out anyways!” Y/n laughed and packed up her things, not being able to concentrate around Harry. “I think I will just have to go.” Draco stood up. “No, you are gonna tell me.” With a smile, Y/n winked at her brother and walked away, knowing he wouldn’t follow her.
She had been studying in the common room for about twenty minutes when Harry came in. he was alone. She smiled at the boy. “Hello Harry! Where are Hermione and Ron?” Harry shrugged. “You left and Malfoy was looking pretty frustrated. So I wanted to check on you. Did you had a fight?” Y/n looked at her Potions book. “Well, I guess kind of.” Harry raised his brows. “About what?” Y/n let out a sight. “About why I was so distracted.” Harry looked confused at the pretty girl. “Why were you?” He asked. Y/n was nervous, but she needed to tell him sometime. She was brave, that’s why the Hat put her in Gryffindor, Right? She took a deep breath. “I was distracted by you, actually. because I rather like you. As in, more than a friend, like you.” Harry was silent for a few seconds. “Can I kiss you?” He asked. Y/n was surprised. “UHM, Yeah, sure.” It was an awkward kiss, but Y/n found it perfect. She smiled as they broke apart. “Do you want to go out sometime?” Harry asked with a nervous grin.
Harry and Y/n had been dating for three months now, and only Ron and Hermione knew. Harry had no problem with dating in private, seeing as he wasn’t a big fan of PDA and with Umbridge, it was kind of hard to kiss each other in the hall. However, Y/n wanted the world to know. She wanted to rub it in Draco’s face. She wanted to prove that she wasn’t as much of a Malfoy as her parents wanted her to be. So, after a lot of talking, Harry accepted. But he wanted to do it at the end of the term, when they both would stay. Y/n agreed and waited. As the end of the term grew closer, Y/n got impatient. It was before Potions she had with the Slytherins when she blew it. Draco was teasing Harry about being single forever. She noticed Harry glanced at her. Y/n grinned and walked up behind Draco and touched his shoulder. “Excuse me, my dear Brother.” She said playfully as she walked past them and gave Harry a side hug. “Y/n, what are you doing?” Y/n smiled and pressed her lips against Harry’s jaw. “Spending some time with my boyfriend. But we are late. See you in class!” Draco looked very angry. Y/n actually found it amusing.
It didn’t really surprise Y/n when she got a letter the next morning from her father.
I heard from Draco that you and Mister Potter are dating. I hope that is not true, but seeing as you are a rebel, I must assume you are. So I will say his once and not again, as long as you and Potter are together, you will not be welcome at home. The Dark Lord wouldn’t want our daughter being involved with Mister Potter. So choose well.
If he wanted her to cry, to break up with Harry, he was dead wrong. Y/n laughed a little and wrinkled the paper before throwing it at Draco. It surprised their family that they didn’t see their daughter again. She was loyal, she was brave, and she needed love. She needed Harry’s love, and that is what she got.
I hope you liked it!
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I want to rec some of my favorites from this lovely Drarry fic exchange (though I’m afraid I haven’t read anything posted after the 21st…) So many surprises this time!! As always, I’m forever amazed by the talent of this fandom.
AHH, I LOVED THIS. I am still screaming inside just thinking about it. Excellent writing, such passion, so many feels. This one had a wonderful depiction of Drarry and their dynamics (special shout-out to Harry, he was my dorky fave). They were just SO SWEET together, I can’t. Friends to lovers, banter, fluff and angst, we even had coffee shop dates, how am I supposed to resist??
I’ll just let it be said that friends with benefits is one of my absolute fave tropes, and this one had plenty of it. I had such a blast reading this fic, I loved the ease and comfort between Harry and Draco, the passion, the sweetness. They were perfect together AND YET OBLIVIOUS!HARRY STRIKES AGAIN. Gosh. I could watch these two fall in love forever. I never wanted this fic to end.
This fic!!!! Oh, I enjoyed it so much! The angst, the pining, Draco’s anxiety tugging at my heart strings, the friends-to-lovers, the really fascinating magical theory that is my weaknesssss. And that twist towards the end? I’m not going to spoil BUT I may or may not have squealed aloud in public. ALSO TATTOOED HARRY?? Loved this fic, it was beautifully done.
Oh my god, this was hilarious. The whole matchmaking idea was cracking me up so bad, Draco’s increasing desperation even more so. I loved the pining, the chemistry between the characters, teacher!Harry, Draco’s vulnerability… I am already dying to read this one again, it was a true joy.
BONDING FIC. Another of my weaknessessss. This one had some amazing magical theory in it, I love the idea of Hogwarts and cursed objects being sentient, Harry had the coolest profession ever, and I was so so impressed by the writing. We were just thrown right into it and it was beautiful???
I adored the writing style in this one, it was brilliant and hilarious. Draco’s skepticism and Harry’s adorkable cupcakeness (this is a word okay 100% legit)!. DRACO NOT KNOWING WHAT A PLAY DATE IS. And the animals!
This is another one with gorgeous writing. I especially loved how much was going on ‘between the lines’, the way things were understood instead of stated. It was simply marvelous. Interesting take on Harry’s heroism as well!
I cried rivers pretty much all throughout, it’s been a good while since a fic made me cry like this. IT JUST HURT ME SO BAD. Right in the feels. But it was lovely, and there was time travel happening! And sweetness, too!
Here is the summary:
silver lining, noun. 1. a sign of hope in an unfortunate or gloomy situation; a bright prospect: “Every cloud has a silver lining.”
The war is over. Harry has fulfilled his purpose. There’s nothing left for him to do– and that’s the problem. Maybe it’s time to extinguish old animosities.
And here is an excerpt:
The Great Hall had, for a large part of Harry’s life, been a representation of everything he loved; food, friendship, and magic. It was particularly beautiful today, the third week of their first semester back, the bewitched ceiling a beautiful and clear blue, almost sunset but not quite. The hall buzzed with life, and though the absences were glaring, the hall hadn’t felt this vibrant in a very long time. By all accounts, Harry should have been feeling refreshed.
Ok but hermione (secretly) brewing amortentia in 6th year so she could wear it and get back at Ron for being all lovey dovey w lavender
She’s wearing it for like a week (bc they’re fighting and it’s kinda hard to accedentally bump into someone you’ve been avoiding) and Hermione becomes insanely popular through the week
Like she has girls and guys throwing themselves at her feet but the classy (and revenge seeking @ ron) girl she is, rejects them all
And yes 6th years killing him but Draco Malfoy had a bit of an image to maintain and goes up to Granger in the great hall to see what all the fuss is all about.
He’s like, “Wow, Granger. You were so desperate for someone that you tried to stink like Potter to get people to notice you? How pathetic.”
And Hermione just f r e a k s bc?? Amortentia smells like Harry to Malfoy holy h e l l
So instead of revealing it in front of the whole school, she leaves the Hall and writes him a letter (Hermione’s so good with blackmail and that shit like she kept Skeeter in a jar for a year like what).
What I’ve been wearing for the past week is Amortentia, and now I know that to you, it smells like Harry. Meet me in the Transfiguration classroom on the third floor at 7 tonight, if you so need proof that it’s real.
And lol poor babe, Draco freaks out (as if he needed any more on his shoulders) and goes to meet her. And fuck his life, the potions real. It reeks of Harry stinking Potter.
He’s pressing her for why she even brewed it (“It’s against school policies, Granger. Who would have known you were such a rule breaker?” (Lol buddy she’s friends with Harry fucking Potter she’s been breaking rules since year 1)) and Hermione accedentally slips out Ron’s name.
Draco smirks bc ‘wow what a fucking surprise’ and he has something (albeit a little weak) against her now
And they decide to drop the blackmail and become pen pals ranting about crushes the end
*edit: anyone is super welcome to fic this honestly (creds appreciated)
<b><p></b> <b>Draco:</b> Hey, Potter! Did it hurt when you fell from heaven again?<p/><b>Harry:</b> ....<p/><b>Draco:</b> Get it? Because you died and then came back?<p/><b>Harry:</b> Alright, you got me. When were you planning on taking me to dinner?<p/><b>Draco:</b> ...I didn't think I'd get this far...<p/></p><p/></p>