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Draco Malfoy x Muggle Girl
  • Draco x Muggle Girl
  • Draco Malfoy walked the streets of London. He was far away from the Malfoy Mansion and his family.
  • The boy had a lot on his mind, he was torn between what is right and wrong. Draco was sure he is a bad person, doing terrible things and that he is just like his father. He didn't realize he couldn't be someone else even if he wanted to. Lucius and Narcissa tried their best to raise him in a proud pureblood wizard, worth of his family name.
  • But Draco Malfoy wasn't a bad guy. No one who doubts in his actions and questions if he did a right thing or not could ever be a terrible person.
  • The truth was, Draco wasn't the saint, not even close, tho he tried his best to be better in the past few weeks.
  • Why? Maybe because he felt this guilt inside him.
  • One can only imagine what Draco went through his years. He couldn't betray his family name, his father and aunt Bellatrix were both Death Eaters and Draco knew long ago, he will be asked to join them once. Not like he had a choice, if he turned them down, he'd not only risk his own life, but his parents too.
  • And now Draco was wondering, he knew the day of him becoming a Death Eater was coming close.
  • He made a few steps down an empty street. The houses were nothing like those of the wizards, muggle's have quite of a strange taste, he thought.
  • It was a beautiful and peaceful day in July, the weather was perfect and it seemed like everything in the world is going just fine. But it didn't.
  • Draco took a deep breath as he sat on the bench in the park. He was looking at his feet, while his hands rested on his knees.
  • Silence was broken by a laughter which made Draco look up from the ground.
  • His eyes searched across the trees until they landed on a girl, not far away from him. The girl was smiling, her eyes were full of happiness, something what Draco's missed for a long time.
  • Everything on the muggle girl spoke she wasn't a witch. She wore short jeans and white Chuck Taylor's and Draco couldn't help but admit the red shirt she was wearing really complimented her long (y/h/c) hair.
  • The girl laughed again, as a dog brought her a tennis ball. She picked it up and threw it in Draco's direction.
  • And then it hit Draco's head. It didn't hurt pretty much, but still Draco rubbed the side of his head while he stood up.
  • The girl's eyes widened.
  • "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" She shouted as she rushed to Draco.
  • "Are you okay? I really didn't mean to throw it at you." She spoke softly.
  • As she was closer, Draco noticed her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes and a few freckles spread across her nose and cheeks.
  • She was pretty, he thought.
  • "Um, it's okay." Draco blurred out. He picked up a green ball, turning it around and watching it closely.
  • He saw that for the first time in life, until then he only knew for the Quidditch balls.
  • He went to pass her the ball, but before he could do that the dog jumped on him.
  • "Marley! Stop it, leave him alone." The girl shouted as Marley winged his tail, looking at Draco.
  • Draco smiled and patted his soft fur.
  • "I'm (y/n)." The girl spoke suddenly and Draco looked up from Marley.
  • "..I'm Draco." He smiled.
  • "That's your name?" She questioned and then Draco reminded his name wasn't used in the muggle world.
  • "Yeah, um it's kind of a nickname.."
  • "" The girl said and smiled again.
  • From her eyes to her mouth there was this positivity she had, the kind Draco has never seen before. Like she was smiling all the time and couldn't stop.
  • "Is this your dog?" Draco asked.
  • "Yes, I found him two years ago on Christmas. Someone must have had abandoned him and then I took him home. We're inseparable ever since." (y/n) said.
  • Draco smiled. "Do you live near here?"
  • (Y/n) nodded. "Just around the corner. But I never seen you around here."
  • "Yeah, well I'm from Wiltshire." Draco replied.
  • You nodded. You looked up at him, in his eyes. He was different from you and all others you have met. He smelt of peppermint and warm ocean breeze. Draco, even his name was strange, beautiful, but strange just as him.
  • "Are you visiting someone here, or..."
  • "No, no I just wanted to get away from.."
  • Silence. Draco was out of words, should he tell a total stranger about his family? What he feels? Would she judge him? Think he's a coward and arrogant?
  • As his gaze fell, your lips curled in a slight smile. He wasn't shy, you thought, he was more of a thinker and a loner. The one who keeps their mind for themself and reveals nothing to the world. You suddenly realized he was hurt. In his eyes you could see the sadness and despair.
  • "I understand," you spoke, "I to get away from time to time too."
  • Draco looked up at you and smiled.
  • "Care to join me and Marley on a walk?"
  • Draco nodded "I'd be glad to." He replied and you two continued on walking.
  • Draco told you about his strict parents, about his doubts and fears. You realized all people he told you about had strange names and it felt like Draco lived in another world. Yet, you understood him. You could feel what he felt. Fear or letting other people down, fear of disapproval and not becoming what you want to be. The person who you really are.
  • "Sometimes," Draco said "the greatest fear of mine, is being myself."
  • His eyes were staring up in the sky, like they were looking for something.
  • He then sighed and gave you a broken smile.
  • "You shouldn't be afraid of who you are and what you fear, Draco. Even if you did bad things, that doesn't make you a bad person."
  • The two of you continued on walking, talking about your families, friends and the world around you. Draco was very sweet and nice person and even if he told you he wasn't you truly believed he was.
  • It was getting darker, you and Draco forgot about the time and stars already appeared in the sky.
  • "I'm really glad I met you." Draco said.
  • Marley sat at his legs, looking up and begging for his attention. "Both of you." Draco added and patted your dog.
  • "The pleasure is ours Mr. Malfoy." You said and he chuckled.
  • "I hope I see you around (y/n)."
  • You nodded slightly. You too, hoped on seeing him again. But there was this feeling that you won't.
  • Again Draco's gaze fell, but this time he wasn't silent.
  • "You are the only one that thinks there is something good in me. I appreciate that, (y/n), really. You are the kindest person I have ever met."
  • That gave you chills. It wasn't the typical compliment one gives you when you first meet him. You smiled at him before you spoke "I'm sure I'm not the only one, Draco. And you really are a good person. I feel...I feel like I've known you for years. And I believe there is more good than evil in you."
  • The street lights went on and there was only you, Draco and Marley. It was like a dream, standing there, looking up at Draco who looked like he was made in heaven.
  • You couldn't believe how someone like him felt so bad about himself. Why couldn't he see what you saw.
  • "There should be more people like you. At least there where I come from. But today, here with you, I felt so much better. Like I'm in another world." Draco spoke.
  • His eyes were telling he was being completely honest to you and you were honored.
  • You took his cold hands in your warm ones and your heart was no longer the center of your body, but in that moment every conscious part of you was in the hand that Draco held.
  • "We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine." You said, before you let go of his hands, knowing well you will never see him again, even tho every single inch of you hoped that you will.
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And Then There Were Two

((OOC: PSA - this thread is an example of why you don’t let Kate and Shan get carried away - aka - this thread be looooooong  and we love it ))

Malfoy Mansion, September 1998

Andromeda walks into Malfoy Manor drawing room, placing Teddy on one of the ornate sofas.  It is much grander than anything she’s been used to for a long time.  

Andromeda: You didn’t have to go to the trouble.

Narcissa: You are a guest, after all.  Please, sit.

Andromeda does, beside Teddy, who is sleeping.

Andromeda: It’s taking him a while to take to the milk supplement.

Narcissa: I see.

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Having A Kid With Draco Would Include...
  • The baby having Draco’s hair.
  • “They’re beautiful.”
  • His mum helping you two when you guys first arrive home with the baby.
  • Once your baby is of age, Draco teaching them how to ride a broom.
  • “Draco, I swear to God if they fall off, I’m going to kill you.”
  • “They wont.”
  • Having each and every birthday at the Malfoy Mansion.
  • Draco buying them black dresses/suits.
  • “That’s too much black oh my God.”
  • “Never too much black,”
  • Him winking at you.
  • Once your kid is at Hogwarts, you send them gifts and gifts.
  • The child joinging the Quidditch team and them being better than Draco.
  • “That’s my baby!”
  • Him buying the child everything and anything.
My hero

Ok so I had a request asking if I could do a Draco imagine where Bellatrix is writing mudblood on your arm and Draco loses it. Buttttt I accidentally deleted it so sorry it’s not up here but I still have it written so that’s gotta be worth something! Sorry whoever it was!!😘

Warning: slight possible trigger, fluff
Word count: 610
Y/N - your name
Y/R/C - your room color

Again sorry about all of this!! Keep sending requests I love all of you!😘

You we’re laying on the floor of the Malfoy mansion with the one and only Bellatrix Lestrange hovering over you. She was whispering something in your ear but your mind was racing so fast you didn’t have time to comprehend what she was saying. You felt tears streaming down the side of your face and low breaths escaping your mouth. You looked over to your right and saw Draco clutching his wand tightly. “Don’t look over at your boyfriend his punishment is watching this” Bellatrix hissed loud enough so she knew Draco could hear. The only people in the room were you, Bellatrix, Draco and Lucius. You knew Draco loved you but the other two had a hate for it, it was kind of a Romeo and Juliet situation. You felt a sharp stinging sensation in your left arm, you recognized it as a knife immediately, you shook with terror screaming in agony as she held your head and arms down. “Potrificus Totalus” you heard Draco scream binding his father. He ran over and kicked Bellatrix off of you, you were still crying and in pain but you grabbed your wand when Draco kicked it to you. He was blocking every one of her spells pure rage filling his eyes. “Avara Kedavra” you heard Draco scream, Bellatrix went stiff then exploded into a dust of pieces covering the ground. He quickly walked over to you glancing at his still stiff father laying on the ground. He grabbed your hand and appiratted to somewhere, you weren’t sure cause as soon as you got there you remember everything shifting into total darkness.
Your eyes fluttered open slowly to be looking up at a y/r/c ceiling with little glow in the dark stars sticking to it. I’m in my old bed room? You thought to yourself looking around to see all your old toys and your desk sitting in the same place you left it years ago when your parents died. You propped yourself up onto your elbows and noticed Draco was asleep next to you. “Draco? Draco!” You whispered trying to get him to wake up, he suddenly sprung up wand in hand ready to strike. “Calm down” you said pulling him back to the bed. “What happened and why ar-” you stopped looking down at your left arm where mudblo- was carved and all the memories came flooding back, the torture, Draco stunning his dad, killing Bellatrix. “Oh my god” you whispered shakily, tears involuntarily starting to spill out. “Sh sh shhh it’s ok y/n I’m here” he cooed softly pulling you into his chest, you took deep breaths taking in his scent of musk and pine. After calming down you just snuggled into Draco, “I-is she really d-dead” you asked trying to regulate your breathing, “ya, you’re safe now, that’s why I brought you here I figured they wouldn’t he find us” you slowly nodded understanding. “Thank you” you said “you’re a real hero you know that” Draco laughed “I was sticking up for you like any good boyfriend should” he sighed as you pulled your sleeve down over your arm covering the word so you wouldn’t have to look at it, “love you’re perfect” he said into your hair reassuring you “I love you” he finished. “I love you too” you whispered looking up and kissing his lips softly but passionately “can we go back to sleep?” You asked looking up at him with puppy eyes, he lightly chucked, “of course” he said taking a deep breath and pulling you close. You just wanted to forget everything that happened. Although Draco is your hero

Imagine Draco taking you to Malfoy Mansion.

Draco smiled as he saw you fidget in your seat. He reached over and took your hand, intertwining your fingers and sending you a reassuring look. Despite his parents seeming intimidating, he knew that his mother was taking a quick liking to you, and that Lucius Malfoy also deemed you ‘worthy’ of his son.

Gulping down your bite of food, you met his loving grey eyes and smiled back, albeit nervous even though Draco seemed relaxed in front of his parents. The fact that was he so laid back had to mean something.

When dinner was finally over, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy excused themselves and invited you back to the manor soon. Narcissa kissed both your cheeks and expressed her delight in meeting the girl that had her dear Draco smiling so much these days. Draco went pink at the cheeks when she said that and you visibly relaxed, laughing at his expense.

Soon, it was only you and your boyfriend, who looped your arm through his and took you wandering through the manor’s halls.

You ended up in a vast room, the only furniture inside was a beautiful piano and you felt your fingers itch with the desire to play it. Draco knew you played piano, yet he didn’t know that it was one of your favorite hobbies and you had grown up playing it whenever you had free time. Hogwarts didn’t exactly give you time to play being that you were preparing for exams.

“Would you like to play?” he asked.

“Yes,” you beamed up at his inquiry. He laughed and led you to the instrument, opening it up and dusting off the bench. He took a seat right next to you and gestured for you to begin. You winked conspiratorially at him before for fingers pressed down on the ivory keys.

Playing was second nature to you and soon, the notes to Swan Lake Suite were emanating from the piano as your hands flew over the keyboard. Draco gaped as you lost yourself in the music, your eyes closing as you played solely from your memory.

Draco marveled at how you submerged yourself in the notes, your passion seeping through every note played and he felt himself leaning over to you. He didn’t let you finish the piece, his hands cupping your face and lips claiming your own in a searing, passionate kiss.

High-School!AU Drarry Short | 2.5k words ♡ | on | thanks to @minoko and @teawithpotter for being my betas ♡♡♡ (but all the mistakes are mine)

Harry’s black backpack which was overstuffed with schoolbooks bounced off of those damn puffy armchairs that he couldn’t stand to see anymore.

The foyer of Malfoy’s mansion was so crowded with oldfashioned furniture that he wouldn’t be surprised if this place was actually haunted. He swiftly turned on his heel, hands deep in his jeans-pockets, and once again examined the massive stucco decorations and ancient gold-framed family portraits that were plastered onto the walls.

He had been told to bring the homework along because Malfoy had called in sick today, and oh, if only it had just been today- the lazy shit had been absent for weeks, and every time the duty to play delivery boy had been assigned to him. His so-called friends had been smart enough to mention once that Harry didn’t live that far away from here.

‘Harry and Draco are practically neighbors, Mrs McGonagall. Isn’t this right, Harry?' 

…Thanks, Hermione.

So every time someone - who clearly wasn’t Draco - but one of the service employees of the Malfoy estate opened the door to him, he was told to leave the necessary documents on the desk in the drawing room, and to leave quietly. But as soon as the staff lady was out of sight, he dared to sneak around this palace in hopes of finding Malfoy- maybe getting a photo of him wearing a sick complexion, runny nose, something really embarrassing that he could use as leverage. But never the slightest sight of him.

Harry was having none of this today. He was about to shout that Malfoy should get his lazy arse down here and get his damn papers himself- but choked on his voice.

A wonderful tune was flowing down to him, so soft and clear that the hair on his neck stood up at once, and he released a breath he didn’t know that he was holding.

He listened in all directions, seeing if he could make out the source of this mysterious melody that rang through the house. He was drawn to it, compelled to follow it upstairs and he wondered if that was the effect sirens had on sailors like it was told in legends. He moved forward so cautiously that his footsteps barely echoed in the wide hallway.

The alluring sound embraced him, and like a magnet, he was pulled along closer and closer, until he faced one of hundred ornamented doors, opening it without a sound. Light that shone through wall-high windows illuminated a certain blond tuft of hair.

He froze in the doorstep and watched what was happening in front of him.

Malfoy was tinkering around in the kitchen, preparing some tea, singing.


Untroubled and oblivious to this intrusion, Draco sang loud and carelessly, whilst picking out his tealeaves.

Harry hid in the shadows of the doorframe, leaning close to the wall, trying to make nosoundwhatsoever to disturb this wonderful weirdness. He fished for his phone very carefully. He was so going to film this.

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Fix the broken

Gif’s not mine!

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x (Auror)reader
Genres: angst, platonic fluff
Words: 1.971
Summary: Reader shows up at Malfoys’ mansion after not having heard from Lucius for a while. She’s there just in time to prevent him from harming himself and stays to take care of him during his mourning - requested by @directorpercivalgraves 

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Halfblood Baby.// Draco Malfoy x Reader

Title: Halfblood Baby.

Request: “Imagine the Muggle reader is led to Malfoy Mansion with her baby, Scorpion in her arms, Lucius discovers the treason of Draco marry with you. Scorpion seems a bit restless noticing fear of his mother.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Warning: None, I don’t think.


“Draco,” you whispered looking at him, “They’re going to hate me.” sighing, Draco pulled you into his arms, “No they won’t.” He whispered against your head, kissing your temple he let you go and took your son, Scorpius, out of his crib. You pushed down your midnight blue dress, and grabbed the light blue baby bag, “Ready?” Draco asked, making you nod. He handed Scorpius to you, adjusting his white tie. You had told him not to wear all black, so he went out only hours before; getting a white tie that would your white shoes.

You apparated to Malfoy manner, you held Scorpius in your arm as you reached for Draco’s hand, he laced your fingers together as you both walked up to the big black door, Draco rung the door bell despite being able to walk in. Scorpius was asleep in your arms, and when the Malfoy’s house elf opened the door. You smiled at the small creature, it looked down and you looked at Draco and smiled at him. He smiled back and walked in, as you followed him. Narcissa looked you up and down when she finally saw you. Neither of you have met, like neither you nor Lucius met. “We’ll have dinner in the dining room.” His mum said, she didn’t smile at you and you weren’t expecting her to.

Walking into the dining room, there was a totally new presence. You felt like you could die from Lucius’ stare.  He stared holes into you, looking at the baby boy in your arms you watched as his small mouth turned upwards, cooing as he looked at you. His small hand came up reaching out for something.

“Is there a highchair?” you asked, “No,” Lucius said harshly, “Well, can we get one? I can’t eat with Scor-” you were cut off by Lucius, “You should have brought your own, filthy little Mudblood.” You let out a sigh, “Okay,” you whispered letting go of Draco’s hand to go sit in front of Narcissa.

turned upwards. “So, Ms. Y/L/N, how long did you know Draco before, he, was born?” you smile faded, “Um, we knew each other from out fifth year at Hogwarts, and we were married for about two years.” You whispered, “Two years? Our own don betrayed us Narcissa,” Lucius said, your eyes drifted to the food on the large table. “Um, I wouldn’t – wouldn’t say betrayed. He was just, waiting for me, to be comfortable.” Your eyes watched Scorpius.

“Draco, can you help me the food?” you asked, Draco nodded, digging through the bag for the bottle of baby food you had brought. Scorpius looked up at you, wanting affection.

Getting the formula, you looked at your baby. “How old is he?” Narcissa asked, “Only a few moths.” You whispered, discomfort coming over you, Scorpius sucked on the nipple of the bottle. He looked at you with his grey eyes.

Eating was uncomfortable. Scorpius was restless, which distracted you from eating. “Maybe we should leave,” Draco suggested, “I guess but,” you sighed, “They hate me. They hate their grandson for being halfblood.” Your voice was barley a whisper when Draco stood up, saying goodbye before grabbing the baby bag. “Nice to meet you.” You whispered following Draco outside. Apparating to your house.

Draco Malfoy

Birthday: 5th June
Wand: Hawthorn and Unicorn hair, Ten inches, Springy
Hogwarts house: Slytherin
Parentage: Witch mother, wizard father

     Draco Malfoy grew up as an only child at Malfoy Manor, the magnificent mansion in Wiltshire which had been in his family’s possession for many centuries. From the time when he could talk, it was made clear to him that he was triply special: firstly as a wizard, secondly as a pure-blood, and thirdly as a member of the Malfoy family.

Draco was raised in an atmosphere of regret that the Dark Lord had not succeeded in taking command of the wizarding community, although he was prudently reminded that such sentiments ought not to be expressed outside the small circle of the family and their close friends ‘or Daddy might get into trouble’. In childhood, Draco associated mainly with the pure-blood children of his father’s ex-Death Eater cronies, and therefore arrived at Hogwarts with a small gang of friends already made, including Theodore Nott and Vincent Crabbe. 

Like every other child of Harry Potter’s age, Draco heard stories of the Boy Who Lived through his youth. Many different theories had been in circulation for years as to how Harry survived what should have been a lethal attack, and one of the most persistent was that Harry himself was a great Dark wizard. The fact that he had been removed from the wizarding community seemed (to wishful thinkers) to support this view, and Draco’s father, wily Lucius Malfoy, was one of those who subscribed most eagerly to the theory. It was comforting to think that he, Lucius, might be in for a second chance of world domination, should this Potter boy prove to be another, and greater, pure-blood champion. It was, therefore, in the knowledge that he was doing nothing of which his father would disapprove, and in the hope that he might be able to relay some interesting news home, that Draco Malfoy offered Harry Potter his hand when he realised who he was on the Hogwarts Express. Harry’s refusal of Draco’s friendly overtures, and the fact that he had already formed allegiance to Ron Weasley, whose family is anathema to the Malfoys, turns Malfoy against him at once. Draco realised, correctly, that the wild hopes of the ex-Death Eaters – that Harry Potter was another, and better, Voldemort – are completely unfounded, and their mutual enmity is assured from that point.

     Much of Draco’s behaviour at school was modelled on the most impressive person he knew - his father - and he faithfully copied Lucius’s cold and contemptuous manner to everyone outside his inner circle. Having recruited a second henchman (Crabbe being already in position pre-Hogwarts) on the train to school, the less physically imposing Malfoy used Crabbe and Goyle as a combination of henchman and bodyguard throughout his six years of school life.

Draco’s feelings for Harry were always based, in a great part, on envy. Though he never sought fame, Harry was unquestionably the most talked-about and admired person at school, and this naturally jarred with a boy who had been brought up to believe that he occupied an almost royal position within the wizarding community. What was more, Harry was most talented at flying, the one skill at which Malfoy had been confident he would outshine all the other first-years. The fact that the Potions master, Snape, had a soft spot for Malfoy, and despised Harry, was only slight compensation.

Draco resorted to many different dirty tactics in his perpetual quest to get under Harry’s skin, or discredit him in the eyes of others including, but not limited to, telling lies about him to the press, manufacturing insulting badges to wear about him, attempting to curse him from behind, and dressing up as one of the Dementors (to which Harry had shown himself particularly vulnerable). However, Malfoy had his own moments of humiliation at Harry’s hands, notably on the Quidditch pitch, and never forgot the shame of being turned into a bouncing ferret by a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.

While many people thought that Harry Potter, who had witnessed the Dark Lord’s rebirth, was a liar or a fantasist, Draco Malfoy was one of the few who knew that Harry was telling the truth. His own father had felt his Dark Mark burn and had flown to rejoin the Dark Lord, witnessing Harry and Voldemort’s graveyard duel.

The discussions of these events at Malfoy Manor gave rise to conflicting sensations in Draco Malfoy. On the one hand, he was thrilled by the secret knowledge that Voldemort had returned, and that what his father had always described as the family’s glory days were back once more. On the other, the whispered discussions about the way that Harry had, again, evaded the Dark Lord’s attempts to kill him, caused Draco further twinges of anger and envy. Much as the Death Eaters disliked Harry as an obstacle and as a symbol, he was discussed seriously as an adversary, whereas Draco was still relegated to the status of schoolboy by Death Eaters who met at his parents’ house. Though they were on opposing sides of the gathering battle, Draco felt envious of Harry’s status. He cheered himself up by imagining Voldemort’s triumph, seeing his family honoured under a new regime, and he himself feted at Hogwarts as the important and impressive son of Voldemort’s second-in-command.

School life took an upturn in Draco’s fifth year. Although forbidden to discuss at Hogwarts what he had heard at home, Draco took pleasure in petty triumphs: he was a Prefect (and Harry was not) and Dolores Umbridge, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, seemed to loathe Harry quite as much as he did. He became a member of Dolores Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad, and made it his business to try and discover what Harry and a gang of disparate students were up to, as they formed and trained, in secret, as the forbidden organisation, Dumbledore’s Army. However, at the very moment of triumph, when Draco had cornered Harry and his comrades, and when it seemed that Harry must be expelled by Umbridge, Harry slipped through his fingers. Worse still, Harry managed to thwart Lucius Malfoy’s attempt to kill him, and Draco’s father was captured and sent to Azkaban.

Draco’s world now fell apart. From having been, as he and his father had believed, on the cusp of authority and prestige such as they had never known before, his father was taken from the family home and imprisoned, far away, in the fearsome wizard prison guarded by Dementors. Lucius had been Draco’s role model and hero since birth. Now he and his mother were pariahs among the Death Eaters; Lucius was a failure and discredited in the eyes of the furious Lord Voldemort.

Draco’s existence had been cloistered and protected until this point; he had been a privileged boy with little to trouble him, assured of his status in the world and with his head full of petty concerns. Now, with his father gone and his mother distraught and afraid, he had to assume a man’s responsibilities.

Worse was to come. Voldemort, seeking to punish Lucius Malfoy still further for the botched capture of Harry, demanded that Draco perform a task so difficult that he would almost certainly fail - and pay with his life. Draco was to murder Albus Dumbledore - how, Voldemort did not trouble to say. Draco was to be left to his own initiative and Narcissa guessed, correctly, that her son was being set up to fail by a wizard who was devoid of pity and could not tolerate failure.

Furious at the world that seemed suddenly to have turned on his father, Draco accepted full membership of the Death Eaters and agreed to perform the murder Voldemort ordered. At this early stage, full of the desire for revenge and to return his father to Voldemort’s favour, Draco barely comprehended what he was being asked to do. All he knew was that Dumbledore represented everything his imprisoned father disliked; Draco managed, quite easily, to convince himself that he, too, thought the world would be a better place without the Hogwarts Headmaster, around whom opposition to Voldemort had always rallied.

In thrall to the idea of himself as a real Death Eater, Draco set off for Hogwarts with a burning sense of purpose. Gradually, however, as he found that his task was much more difficult than he had anticipated, and after he had come close to accidentally killing two other people instead of Dumbledore, Draco’s nerve began to fail. With the threat of harm to his family and himself hanging over him, he began to crumble under the pressure. The ideas that Draco had about himself, and his place in the world, were disintegrating. All his life, he had idolised a father who advocated violence and was not afraid to use it himself, and now that his son discovered in himself a distaste for murder, he felt it to be a shameful failing. Even so, he could not free himself from his conditioning: he repeatedly refused the assistance of Severus Snape, because he was afraid that Snape would attempt to steal his ‘glory’.

Voldemort and Snape underestimated Draco. He proved an adept at Occlumency (the magical art of repelling attempts to read the mind), which was essential for the undercover work he had undertaken. After two doomed attempts on Dumbledore’s life, Draco succeeded in his ingenious plan to introduce a whole group of Death Eaters into Hogwarts, with the result that Dumbledore was, indeed, killed - though not by Draco’s hand.

Even when faced with a weak and wandless Dumbledore, Draco found himself unable to deliver the coup de grâce because, in spite of himself, he was touched by Dumbledore’s kindness and pity for his would-be killer. Snape subsequently covered for Draco, lying to Voldemort about Draco lowering his wand prior to his own arrival at the top of the Astronomy Tower; Snape emphasised Draco’s skill in introducing the Death Eaters into the school, and cornering Dumbledore for him, Snape, to kill.

When Lucius was freed from Azkaban shortly afterwards, the family was allowed to return to Malfoy Manor with their lives. However, they were now completely discredited. From dreams of the highest status under Voldemort’s new regime, the Malfoys found themselves the lowest in the ranks of the Death Eaters; weaklings and failures, to whom Voldemort was henceforth derisive and contemptuous.

Draco’s changed, yet still conflicted, personality revealed itself in his actions during the remainder of the war between Voldemort and those who were trying to stop him. Although Draco had still not rid himself of the hope of returning the family to their former high position, his inconveniently awakened conscience led him to try - half-heartedly, perhaps, but arguably as best he could in the circumstances - to save Harry from Voldemort when the former was captured and dragged to Malfoy Manor. During the final battle at Hogwarts however, Malfoy made yet another attempt to capture Harry and thereby save his parents’ prestige, and possibly their lives. Whether he could have brought himself to actually hand over Harry is a moot point; I suspect that, as with his attempted murder of Dumbledore, he would again have found the reality of bringing about another person’s death much more difficult in practice than in theory.

Draco survived Voldemort’s siege of Hogwarts because Harry and Ron saved his life. Following the battle, his father evaded prison by providing evidence against fellow Death Eaters, helping to ensure the capture of many of Lord Voldemort’s followers who had fled into hiding.

The events of Draco’s late teens forever changed his life. He had had the beliefs with which he had grown up challenged in the most frightening way: he had experienced terror and despair, seen his parents suffer for their allegiance, and had witnessed the crumbling of all that his family had believed in. People whom Draco had been raised, or else had learned, to hate, such as Dumbledore, had offered him help and kindness, and Harry Potter had given him his life. After the events of the second wizarding war, Lucius found his son as affectionate as ever, but refusing to follow the same old pure-blood line. 

Draco married the younger sister of a fellow Slytherin. Astoria Greengrass, who had gone through a similar (though less violent and frightening) conversion from pure-blood ideals to a more tolerant life view, was felt by Narcissa and Lucius to be something of a disappointment as a daughter-in-law. They had had high hopes of a girl whose family featured on the ‘Sacred Twenty-Eight’, but as Astoria refused to raise their grandson Scorpius in the belief that Muggles were scum, family gatherings were often fraught with tension.

J.K Rowling’s thoughts

When the series begins, Draco is, in almost every way, the archetypal bully. With the unquestioning belief in his own superior status he has imbibed from his pure-blood parents, he initially offers Harry friendship on the assumption that the offer needs only to be made to be accepted. The wealth of his family stands in contrast to the poverty of the Weasleys; this too, is a source of pride to Draco, even though the Weasleys’ blood credentials are identical to his own.

Everybody recognises Draco because everybody has known somebody like him. Such people’s belief in their own superiority can be infuriating, laughable or intimidating, depending on the circumstances in which one meets them. Draco succeeds in provoking all of these feelings in Harry, Ron and Hermione at one time or another.

My British editor questioned the fact that Draco was so accomplished at Occlumency, which Harry (for all his ability in producing a Patronus so young) never mastered. I argued that it was perfectly consistent with Draco’s character that he would find it easy to shut down emotion, to compartmentalise, and to deny essential parts of himself. Dumbledore tells Harry, at the end of Order of the Phoenix, that it is an essential part of his humanity that he can feel such pain; with Draco, I was attempting to show that the denial of pain and the suppression of inner conflict can only lead to a damaged person (who is much more likely to inflict damage on other people).

Draco never realises that he becomes, for the best part of a year, the true owner of the Elder Wand. It is as well that he does not, partly because the Dark Lord is skilled in Legilimency, and would have killed Draco in a heartbeat if he had had an inkling of the truth, but also because, his latent conscience notwithstanding, Draco remains prey to all the temptations that he has been taught to admire - violence and power among them.

I pity Draco, just as I feel sorry for Dudley. Being raised by either the Malfoys or the Dursleys would be a very damaging experience, and Draco undergoes dreadful trials as a direct result of his family’s misguided principles. However, the Malfoys do have a saving grace: they love each other. Draco is motivated quite as much by fear of something happening to his parents as to himself, while Narcissa risks everything when she lies to Voldemort at the end of Deathly Hallows and tells him that Harry is dead, merely so that she can get to her son.

For all this, Draco remains a person of dubious morality in the seven published books, and I have often had cause to remark on how unnerved I have been by the number of girls who fell for this particular fictional character (although I do not discount the appeal of Tom Felton, who plays Draco brilliantly in the films and, ironically, is about the nicest person you could meet). Draco has all the dark glamour of the anti-hero; girls are very apt to romanticise such people. All of this left me in the unenviable position of pouring cold common sense on ardent readers’ daydreams as I told them, rather severely, that Draco was not concealing a heart of gold under all that sneering and prejudice and that no, he and Harry were not destined to end up best friends.

I imagine that Draco grew up to lead a modified version of his father’s existence; independently wealthy, without any need to work, Draco inhabits Malfoy Manor with his wife and son. I see in his hobbies further confirmation of his dual nature. The collection of Dark artefacts harks back to family history, even though he keeps them in glass cases and does not use them. However, his strange interest in alchemical manuscripts, from which he never attempts to make a Philosopher’s Stone, hints at a wish for something other than wealth, perhaps even the wish to be a better man. I have high hopes that he will raise Scorpius to be a much kinder and more tolerant Malfoy than he was in his own youth.

Draco had many surnames before I settled on ‘Malfoy’. At various times in the earliest drafts he is Smart, Spinks or Spungen. His Christian name comes from a constellation - the dragon - and yet his wand core is of unicorn. 

This was symbolic. There is, after all - and at the risk of re-kindling unhealthy fantasies - some unextinguished good at the heart of Draco.


Draco Malfoy grew up as an only child at Malfoy Manor, the magnificent mansion in Wiltshire which had been in his family’s possession for many centuries. From the time when he could talk, it was made clear to him that he was triply special: firstly as a wizard, secondly as a pure-blood, and thirdly as a member of the Malfoy family.

Draco was raised in an atmosphere of regret that the Dark Lord had not succeeded in taking command of the wizarding community, although he was prudently reminded that such sentiments ought not to be expressed outside the small circle of the family and their close friends ‘or Daddy might get into trouble’.

I don’t think many people actually appreciate how much Lucius Malfoy changed as a person. In the beginning he was all about blood-status and power but as we see Lord Voldemort rise to power again we see how he doesn’t care about that anymore he just wants to be safe and with his family. He knows he’s in danger from after Harry Potter and the order of the Phoenix when the prophecy smashes, he has made too many mistakes. He just want to be with his family…