I would like to request ftm trans!draco coming out to Narcissa/ them bonding! thank you so much ilu <3
Hi my love ♡ I hope it’s okay!
Draco couldn’t do this.
He had dreamed about how he would tell his mom - make her dinner, buy her flowers and hug her tight.
Just in case she didn’t want to hug him ever again.
He would tell it to her slowly, breaking the news as carefully as possible.
(Anything to save her from an imminent heart attack.)
He had made a speech, wrote it down on paper in the middle of the night, the paper stained with tears because he couldn’t focus on anything but the fact that his mother is going to hate him.
Pansy had calmed him down from several panic attacks, Blaise had basically just told him to “suck it up and tell them” and he was still convinced that he’d rather jump into the Hogwarts lake and be drowned by the giant squid than go through with this – because oh dear Merlin he couldn’t do this.
But he couldn’t back down now.
Because his mother was standing in front of him, her hands full of clippings he’d stashed in his room, his binder wrapped over her wrist and – oh no.
“Love,” his mother began, slowly, looking up from the muggle Trans Teenagers magazine clippings, “what’s this?”
He had prepared a speech. He was going to do it, but he wasn’t ready now – he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t he couldn’t he couldn’t –
He had to.
“I’m..” he took a deep breath, looking down at his hands. “I’m sorry, mother.”
“Darling,” she started again, her voice slightly off, as if she was on the verge of tears. “Are you – is this –“
It felt like there was a hippogriff on his chest now, pressing down on him until all he could do was choke. Please, please, she’s going to hate me - “I – yes, mother, I –“ why couldn’t he breathe, he needed to breathe –“I’m so, so sorry that – I didn’t mean to –“
Then, suddenly, she lurched forward and wrapped herself around him.
She hugged Draco tight to her chest, locking her arms around him and her head against his hair – crying and kissing his forehead, whispering impossible things to him, “shh, darling, it’s okay, I’m here –“
“Mom,” Draco sobbed, hugging her tightly. His heart was going bonkers. Was this really happening? “I’m not your –“
“You’re my child,” Narcissa said through the tears, firmly and clearly. “And that’s all that matters.”
Draco hiccoughed a laugh, a broken one but it felt real, and he buried his face deep in her chest. She didn’t hate him – she was hugging him, she wasn’t appalled, she wasn’t locking him up – he couldn’t believe this he couldn’t –
“And I think,” Narcissa continued softly, “that your father has always wanted a son, anyway.”
They both snorted at the same time, and then started laughing.
Because at the moment, it was fine. Draco could finally breathe in deeply, knowing that whatever his father would say, he’d be able to go through it, to keep standing and face him, knowing that his mother was right there beside him to hold his hand.
“I love you,” he murmured finally, and she squeezed him tighter.
She didn’t need to say it back.