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jodiie-leighanne · 1 year

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Authors Notes - Written for -Accioluna, who requested Draco as a girl dad. Sorry it took so long; I hope it was worth the wait. Enjoy loves :)

Fixing my tie for up teen time it seemed crooked in my reflection as I brushed off the suit jacket as a way to relieve nerves, when I'm nervous I'm known to fidget it's a habit of a lifetime.

Moving onto my hair as I flick it to one side hoping it doesn't dampen from sweaty palms. Smiling slightly at my appearance, the age is starting to show not as much as others in their early forties, I can thank the Black genetics for that mother still looks radiant - Father however is a little worse for wear. Recently he has been confined to a wheelchair which he hates, Narcissa loves it. When he gives her grief, she just wheels him into the middle of the garden where he is unable to get back to the Manor, it was all fun and games until she left him out there in a downpour with just an umbrella. Safe to say the soggy sod was furious and contracted his first ever cold - How very muggle of him.

Today is a special day, I should not be nervous but I am. That does not stop it being a joyous event, weddings are beautiful. I won't lie, I'm a sucker for them. Therefore, it is crucial I look the part. I am the father of the bride after all. Fixing the lily to my pocket as I fidget some more, squeaking of a door frame pulls me away turning with furrowed brows that soon soften as my tear build on my waterline.

"Always admiring yourself aren't you dad?" My body froze as I took in the ethereal sight of my only daughter adorned in a wedding dress made of the finest hand-woven material. Anything for her, I'd give all my galleons to her whatever it took to make her beam the way she is at this moment.

Words escaped me as her own tears threatened to smudge her mascara, "You - You look exquisite. How is my bug going to be someone's wife from today?", Marching forward arms stretched out as she runs into me clinging of for dear life like she always has. "I'll always be your baby girl"

"Of course, you will, if your husband doesn't like it, I will beat his ass", She chuckled against my chest, Lance Prescott was charming, wealthy and successful we got on well and most of all I saw the way he stared at my girl, it was the same way I looked at her mother. The look of love radiating out every pore, he handled her as if she was made of China. When Lance approached me for my bless, I couldn't have been prouder even if my heart panged. Pulling away with a sniff she straightened out the fabric threatening to wrinkle. "Anyway, if you think I look good you should see mum", I grinned at her comment.

Soon it turned to a cheeky smirk as I replied, "Oh ill make sure to let her know tonight after too many chardonnays." Suggestively wiggling my brows. She groaned poking out her tongue in disgust, slapping my arm "Gross, I may be an adult but your still my parents I don't need that mental image on my wedding night"

"Nothing but hand holding" I scold with a humorous tone, "Noted" She giggles, waltzing over to the table. My sights follow her movements as she picks up a photo album. I'd been flicking through. She sighs turning the pages, many emotions were taking over as I edged closer to peer over her shoulders slipping into thought...

"Will you get over here Draco, you are being ridiculous", giggles flee my wife's parched lips. Dried and cracked as she lay plumped up with a swarm of pillows. Mouth upturned to a tired smile. Seventeen hours of gruelling labour and the woman is still beguiling to me, if she wasn't in pain, I'd be lavishing her in love.

Rolling her eyes Penny sighs heavily, adjusting the petite bundle on her chest. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, get your ass over here and meet your daughter"

Just that sentence made me shudder in fear - Nine months is not enough time to prepare for the birth of a child. A whole human to love and nature. Fuck, I'm going to vomit - Groaning as I meet the fiery gaze of a very hormonal and pissed off Mrs Malfoy, padding my way over to her bedside. Arms folded, pouting like a stroppy kid. Exhibit A of why I shouldn't be a dad, I'm still a child myself. Legally, I'm not. Mentally? This display answers that question.

Shrugging off the building nerves, a gentle hand reaches for mine pulling me to sit on the bed's edge. "See that wasn't so hard, was it?" Rubbing her thumb across my knuckle soothingly in lines.

"Guess not", clearing my throat as she passes our girl towards me. All but thrusting the tot into my chest, pausing to eye me closer.

"Take your top off"

My hues widen, slowly a smirk rises "Hardly the time for that darling" finishing with a wink

Penelope again rolls her eyes clearly sick of my shit, "it's good for bonding purposes' Watching intently as I grunt, lifting my arms to thread the shirt off.

"Put your arms out" Hesitating with furrowed brows as i eye the tiny one she is trying to hand to me "Do not make me call your mother"

Scoffing I keep my arms folded, "You wouldn't", She definitely would and Narcissa would be here with a snap, wooden spoon in hand. "Want to test that theory, Malfoy?"

Admitting defeat, I bowed my arms as she shifted with a wince, lowering the sleeping baby into my hold. As soon as her body nestled into my chest, Marley's lashes fluttered, staring at me bewildered with her mother's eyes. Each breath I took tightened in my chest, this is what true love feels like. "Mind her head, perfect you're a natural"

Running an index gently through her browning soft curls as she settled into my skin, she seemed at peace there against me. As if she knew instantly who I was, "Umm hi there, you are gorgeous aren't you?", flicking my eyes up and down at how compacted she was, barely the length of my forearm, "Clearly get your mothers genetics with height, little midget" I chuckled earning a scorned look from my beloved.

From that day I promised to love, serve and protect her - in this life and the next.

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Our girl was a character that's for sure, from the moment her feet padded toward me in the kitchen one evening she was non-stop. A battery that never ran out of required recharging, she would bolt the length of our home again and again.

It was tiresome yet rewarding being a parent for the most part she was the perfect child, except for time like this. "Marley, that's enough splashing", the toddler's chubby cheeks rosy, red from giggling, arms flapping up and down. Hitting the water flat palmed drenching me and the ensuite. She turned to me with a look Id learnt meant trouble slowly descending her limbs into the air before slamming them back down. "Don't you .. fuck's sake"

"You are lucky your adorable", I huffed as she thrashed about in my attempts to scoop her out the tub, laying her down on a warmed towel as I turned to reach a nappy she was gone, muttering curses under my breath as I followed the wet footprints embedded in the carpet.

Skidding through the kitchen, the sound of my name dripping off my wife's tongue slowed me "Draco?"

"Yes love"

"Why is our daughter running nude in the garden?" Stepping towards her as she washed up dishes from breakfast, glancing through the bay windows there was Marley indeed naked running through the daffodils. Groaning as Penelope tittered in amusement. "What do you .. Marley-June get yourself back in here", I beckoned, only for to laugh and proceed to do Roley Poleys - Pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration, one palm braced against the counter.

Two arms wrapped around my waist as Penny mumbled," If I remember you did something similar on your stag do," Turning to face her as she moved her hold to my neck. I hauled her figure closer, Penelope pushed up on her toes to peck my lips.

"Want to recreate what happened after you caught me?", Making my intentions clear as I engulfed her mouth. Playfully pushing me away as our eyes met, "Your insatiable"

"Mhm, you love that"

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Privacy in this house became non-existent, even as I sat in the bathroom doing my morning routine. Daddy's shadow was perched next to the sink watching in amazement. "Daddy, doing?"

"Shaving my face so mummy will kiss me again", Its true she hated any remnants of hair, often complaining that it itches.

"I help?"

"Sweetheart it's very sharp, you can't help", I dead pan fearing she could harm herself or slit my throat.

"You don't want my help?", making her eyes doe with pouty lips, damn her mother for teaching her that one. I melt every single fucking time.

"Fine, you can do the foam. Yeah?" She nodded excitedly, clapping her hands at my weakness. "Ok, pop a little bit on..." Marley held it down creating a mountain of white immediately slapping it onto my chin. "Daddy looks like Santa"

"I do don't I, Ho ho ho", We both laughed loudly as I did the same to her. Before, fun was disturbed by a stern throat clearing.

"For Godric's sake Draco" Penny sighed, biting her lip to contain smiles.

"Now that's no way to get on the nice list, is it?"

"Thought you preferred me naughty?" She winked, turning to run out the room. Me and Mars shared a look sprinting after her as I muttered "Damn witch"

One memory I can remember vividly started off from my wife's side. She was at work mingling in the staff room after finally finding a moment to indulge in light conversation. "Marleys first day at nursery, isn't it?" Elma asked Penny. She was met with a sad sigh as Penelope lifted the freshly brewed cup to her lips knowing it was way too hot, but she could use a distraction.

"Honestly El, do not remind me I've been worried sick since i left this morning"

"How's Draco coping?"

"Surprisingly well", My wife hummed. Peering up at her colleague, "Well no new is good news"

At that moment her personal assistant rushed in phone in hand, extending out "Mrs Malfoy, it's for you, its Marley's nursery"

"Hi, is everything ok? Is Marley alright?" Penny's heart thudded in her chest waiting for an answer, breathing a held breath when it was confirmed everything was wonderful. Until they disclosed the reason for the call. "Ah I see .. for fuck... Mhm yep give me ten minutes I'll be right there"

"Everything ok? Mars alright?" Elma questioned with worry. Watching as her friend rummaged around gathering belongings. "Yep, but my husband won't be"

Heat of the day threatened to blemish my pale skin as I perched under a grand oak tree, legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle. Novel opened on my lap as I flicked through, occasionally raising my eyes with a smile as I looked out for her wild mane, "Draco Malfoy what the hell are you doing?" That didn't sound like a happy woman, arching my neck as a very angry Penny hurried towards me, arms thrown up and a scowl present.

"Hello beautiful, shouldn't you be working?"

"Shouldn't you?" Keeping my head down pretending to read with fear evident as I gulped desperately trying to meet the gaze burning me flesh.

"I took a day's leave" I retorted with a shrug, "My god Draco" Ok, maybe camping outside Marley's preschool was a tad far but I wanted to be there in case she needed soothing, or she fell down. I never agreed to this, Penelope assured me it would be good for her to mingle with other kids, I was all she needed no one else. "What I just wanted to be here in case she needed me "

Marley-June did not go back the next day. One nil to Draco. However, she did attend groups at the local library which was fine as daddy could stay with her. It was nice watching her sing and interact with others.

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"Don't forget Marley has a party tonight around five" Her mum murmured whilst scoffing toast trying not to be late for work again, sometimes she was jealous of how much time Marley, and I got together. "A party? Kids got a better social life than us"

"It's my boyfriend's birthday Daddy" I beg your fucking pardon?

"I'm sorry, your what?" I spluttered, blinking rapidly. "Draco."

"My boyfriend Joey," Bug answered, picking at her bowl of fruit.

"Sounds like a dick.." That earned me a punch in the should from the missus, "Draco Malfoy he is a child"

"A child trying to lead my precious girl astray."

"They are five"

"Exactly she is impressionable"

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To say I was protective was an understatement. She stole all our hearts, especially her grandparents. They were besotted by their angel.

"Will you sit still..." Gosh she is bossy, although I'm not surprised her parents are very much the same, their way or the highway in most cases. It was bound to seep through the bloodlines. When I didn't obey, she slapped my shoulder to control my silent amusement.

"Ouch... Ok, ok, I'll sit still", I responded, met with a side eye glance as she continued expressing her artistic flair on my face, her own personal canvas ready to be transformed. I couldn't help but melt as her tongue poked out the corner of her mouth in concentration, how pinched together her tufted brows were as she stroked the brush along my cheek bone.

Malfoy men don't yield or kneel for love, blood or money. For her? Fuck I'm always on my knees kissing the soles of her feet. For both of them, even my father would sacrifice his life for those two girls.

Entranced, by the hypnotic ways of them.

So yeah, here I am, allowing my six-year-old to turn me into a Disney princess, if only my friends could see me now. They would laugh wholeheartedly before offering themselves as a sacrifice. There isn't anything we wouldn't do for her.

"Draco darling have you seen .. Oh my" Mothers palm flew to stifle her gleeful giggles as she took in the scene before her.

"Nana, do you like daddy's eyes?" Marley wiggled on the spot, pointing her fingers to my face, a little too close to my retina.

"Mhmm, wonderful pumpkin" Pumpkin, she got that nickname after her first Halloween when my Lil insisted on taking photos of her sitting in a carved pumpkin. Bizarre yes, but utterly adorable.

Narcissa's hues turned back to me as I gave a pointed look, smirking at what she hadn't noticed yet. "You haven't seen the best part yet mother... has she June bug?" Squealing in remembrance the toddler blues sparkled, shaking her head. Mum's face puzzled as I whispered "Look to your left"

Her mouth gaped as the figure came to view dressed in a fuchsia gown, pearl necklace to match and purple eyeshadow .. "Lucius?"

Father spun round from flouncing in the mirror, it was now my turn to hide my smile. "Don't look at me like that, she is very hard to say no to" winking at the giddy girl. She tried to return it but just blinked a few times.

Safe to say we are all at her command.

"Nana, Papa looks beautiful"

"Indeed, he does" she chuckled, "Now let's go wash up for dinner, boys could you re robed and join us"

"What's going on in here? Wow.." My wife did not control her laughter she never was able to, hand on her stomach lurching with each cackle. Strands loosely covering her eyes, tiny creases in the corners, dimples formed in her cheeks. Fucking gorgeous she is, traipsing towards her with a smirk as Marley skips past to jump in her arms first, I scowl with a small pout hitting her with the puppy dog expression.

Which Penelope doesn't see to start with as she is spinning our girl around scattering kisses, cooing words after a long shift at the office.

Traditionally men work, women stay at home tending to the children, preparing the meals. Not us, our dynamic was perfect. I'm a stay-at-home dad, I'd have it no other way.

Finally, she notices me, "Love, daddy's sad go help nana whilst I give him some loving" plopping down and scuttling off to be no assistance whatsoever, just dip her fingers in the deserts.

"Why is my baby so sad? You neglected hmmm?" She mimics my pout swaying her hips, fuck I want her.

Nodding as I close the gap to wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her flush to my chest. Her hands grasp my cheeks pulling me in for a longing kiss, "Missed you today" Mumbling on my mouth, lipstick smudged on us both.

"How about, you show me what you missed the most"

"Well.." Clearing of a throat made our heads snap to notice, Lucius fixing his tiara.

"Elders are present children, hello darling" kissing his daughter in law's cheek on the way past as he hung up his dress on the rack. I tittered pointing to his head, "No, this can stay on"

"Dad, you look ridiculous" Mel shoved her face into my chest as she shook with laughter, father pulled a stern face before he caught on to the singing coming from the hall, Marley and Mum sang always when they were serving dinner. Became a routine for them.

"Did you see how happy she was?" Pointing to me at the door, I'd wear a thousand dresses to see her that happy son" Winking with a grin as he sauntered away proud and tall as if he wasn't wearing a pink diamond encrusted tiara.

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"Daddy, can I go on the climbing frame?" Marley squeaked bounce on the soles of her feet, chocolate ice cream smudge around her face. White Pigtails swinging by her ears as she waited my answer. As she observed others playing at the park, her mum usually did all this it made me too on edge all the dangers around.

"No..." I replied, licking my ice pole. A plus side of being a parent, if they eat sweet treats so can you. Be rude not to. As I'm sucking the juices off my elbows jerked causing the lolly to go further back than intended as I began gagging with watery eyes. Staring into the reprimanding hues of a angry Penny. "Now you know how it feels. Still sexy when you're on the other end, is it?" She hisses with a smirk, bitch.

Bending down to her daughter's height she licks her thumb rubbing the ice cream away. Pecking her forehead as she whispers, "ignore him go play baby", turning back to me with folded arms.

It felt like hours sitting on that bench watching Marley scream and run like a hooligan, A few times i stood up when a kid threw sand in her face, or she was shoved to the back of the line. I was yanked back down by the boss, seeing my tiny girl stand her ground. Brushing herself over before seeking revenge. It shouldn't make me proud, but it did.

Me and Penny drifted into light conversation as I relaxed more until the cry Marley echoed around and I sprinted into action as she lay in a heap under the monkey bars clutching her wrist in pain. I didn't even wait for instructions as I rushed her to the local medical centre.

"Parks are banned" I huffed, wrapping my limbs tighter around the shaky child.

"Draco it's a sprain don't be so dramatic"

"Dramatic? Wanting to protect her is dramatic. Because I care too much, maybe you should care more", That one hurt Penny, I know it did as she blinked confused at my outburst. That night there was a lot of arguing and making up. As well as bouquets delivered daily for a month, I was out of line I know that. Luckily it was resolved, and she stuck with me.

We learnt to work together not against each other, and Marley went back to the park in full body padding.

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Being able to lay in, smothered by sheets and the love of my life. A sleep without a child's cry was blissful yet, I missed it beyond words. She was a teenager now; mummy and daddy were no longer needed as much. Sighing that my body clock automatically woke me at this time, five am to be exact. Stepping into the corridor out of our bedroom careful not to wake the wife. I heard faint whimpers coming from Marleys room, knocking quietly before I entered, she was perched on the edge of her bed sobbing.

"Bugs? What's wrong?" Her teary hues met mine as I rushed to her side. Noticing the blood-stained sheets, crumpled pjs and realisation hit what was happen. "Do you want me to get mummy?"

She leaned on my shoulder whipping the tears on my flannel shirt nodding, slowly i stood. Marley clutched my wrist pulling me down to hug me properly, muttering words into my neck. "Daddy is this normal?"

"Yes, baby it is"

"Does that mean I'm growing up?" She sobbed harder.

"Unfortunately, so princess but it's ok", I don't know who I was reassuring myself or my daughter. Sighing as she moved to gaze at me, "Can we go bra shopping?" She beamed.

Chuckling as I stood to go fetch her mum, "You don't need a bra" Not that I'd checked or looked in that area, that's her mother's job but I refuse to except that she would need one.

Jumping to her feet she gripped the edge of her Pj top, "I do daddy look they are growing see." Before she could whip her shirt up, I ran out the door colliding with the frame as I bellowed for my wife "Penny, wake up woman .. I'm not built for this shit". I was the centre of their jokes for weeks.

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From that day the years flew, starting school. Graduating and going to university. Parties were my personal favourite at the same time I loathed them.

Marley-June was an hour late for curfew she had attended a house gathering, I knew what that meant I was a teen once. Driving to the home of her friend Shelby, alcohol fuelled kids scattering the yard, strobe lights beaming through the windows. I shoved through the crowd's eyes peeled in search for my rouge teenager.

Music blaring, fuck how do they listen to this crap it's so loud. God I am old, snatching what looked like a vodka soda of the counter as I strutted through the kitchen chugging it back, people in the party began thrusting beverages in my hand at some point I forgot why I was there especially when a favoured Slytherin tune sounded through the speakers.

My poor wife was waiting patiently for us to come home, her phone began buzzing Marleys name flashing on the screen.

"Marley, where are you? Did dad find you?" She spluttered in a panic.

"Oh, he found me alright, Mum come get him. Hes's dancing"

"Of course, he is" Penny snickered at the tones of disgust from our child, "Won't be long"

I was having the time of my life, a circle formed around me in cheers as I took to the stage well the coffee table. Gyrating, and cracking out old school moves you can imagine it right, not a pretty sight. Chants of 'Marley's dad, Marley's dad' egged me on further, snickers of how cool I was, made me grin. Whipping the tie Id fastened around my head about in a circular motion as I began two stepping, tumbling off the table to be caught by .. Oh, that's not good.

My wife. "Hellooooo beautiful" I hiccupped in a slur.

Fighting back the smile with Marley shooting me daggers from the side, "Well hello Handsome, shall we go home?" She cooed undoing the tie to tuck it in her bag, brushing hairs out my eyes. "You want to take-take me home?"

"Grab your coat Malfoy you've pulled" She giggled, looping my arms over her shoulder. Grinning as I stumbled behind shouting over to the onlookers, "See that guys I pulled", Cheers erupted once more, as I placed a sloppy kiss on my wife cheeks.

"It was the dancing, wasn't it?" Her and Marley laughed at my stupid ways, guiding me to the car.

The memories go on and on, they are never ending. And there's many more to come.

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"Dad? Are you ok?" I don't know when I began crying, but I was just the thought of giving over responsibility for something so precious to me ached. Those early memories I shared are few of thousands in the twenty-two years I've had her earth bound with me. I wouldn't change my life for anything.

"Daddy?" Marley peered up with a worrisome look, "Yes baby...". She grabbed my hands, weaving them into her own as she stroked my knuckles with her thumbs.

"Are those happy tears?" Nodding in response I whispered "Yes, just i love you daddy the whole world"

"I love you too"

"I couldn't have asked for a better father, you were everything", Fuck here comes the sobs, "You are my everything" I spoke back with trembling lips.

Less than an hour later I walked her down that aisle, observing as she changed from a Malfoy to a Prescott. Knowing my job as a father isn't over, there's a whole new adventure waiting for me. A delicate hand placed on my shoulder as I turned to greet my wife.

"You look ravishing in that dress. I can't wait to rip it off later", She blushed at my crude words, leaning her head against me.

"Easy tiger we have precious cargo", She grinned stroking a tentative hand over the bulge in her belly. My left palm moved down to join hers.

Call us crazy but I cannot wait to do it all again.

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gryffindors-weasley · 3 years

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Where We Belong

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: Amongst all the lavish luxuries at his parents estate, there’s one place Draco feels he truly belongs.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: mentions of the war, brief mentions of alcohol, slight angst, fluff, kissing

The ballroom was decorated floor to ceiling in only the most expensive of luxuries, down to the very goblet in Draco’s hand, encrusted with crystals amongst pure gold. Malfoy events were never modest in the slightest, anything borderline simple would never suffice. A pianist sat in the far corner, though the instrument’s melody had traveled across the entirety of the grand room. He should know, he’s spent years dancing his fingers over the sleek ivory keys when his father wasn’t around to scold him for it.

Dozens of conversations mingled in the space, ones he could only assume didn’t hold any true meaning. They were his parents acquaintances after all, they never had much more to talk about other than their estates and business dealings. He felt rather grateful he hadn’t been subjected to talk about such things, for he’d gone a different way with his life. One that was better suited for him. He doesn’t feel as though they’d be interested in the subject of healing sick and injured people with magic; if his father frowned upon his career choice surely they would too. But that wasn’t of importance to him now, not really, he had better things to concern himself with.

Perhaps the most enamoring part of this evening was you. Well, it was most definitely you. Granted, he’d wished that you weren’t as much of a socialite for just this evening, because he’d much rather be with you than stand along the same gray wall sipping his wine. He’d been doing that all night but still he settled for admiring you nonetheless, he could never tire of that.

You were singlehandedly the best thing to happen to him and he’d say that with absolute certainty. You knew him when he was a boy who made all the wrong choices, and you know him now as a man trying to make better of them as best he can. He felt he had many flaws for you to overlook, all of which you did in fact set aside because you couldn’t hold him to his mistakes forever. You’ve shown him love when he had none, and for that he was forever grateful.

You had been weaving in and out of clusters of forest green dresses and pristine black suits, attempting to hold a conversation as best you could. It was proving to be rather difficult because you didn’t revel in overly expensive mansions and finely manicured gardens; you reveled in your cozy cottage with imperfectly perfect flowerbeds and old wooden shelves crammed with worn books. So, you felt it best to keep it moving throughout the room in hopes someone would say something of interest. With the war having been concluded, there was no looming threat over your head to hide your relationship with the Malfoy heir, but a small part of you had still wanted be on good standing with everyone. However, it seemed as though your efforts may have been futile the more you spoke.

Narcissa adored you, and that was good enough for you.

Your eyes eventually landed on Draco’s in your periodic scan around the large room, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you sigh. You were tired of being social, you had done more than your fair share for the evening. He’d been eying you ever since you left his arms just short of an hour ago, it wasn’t hard to notice after all. After being discreet in his admiring all these years, he no longer cared about being obvious.

“Here I thought you’d abandoned me, love,” Draco says, feigning hurt as you take the goblet from his hand and set it down on a nearby table.

“Now why would I do that?”

A smile was quick to grace his lips as he looked down at you, a chunk of his icy hair dipping into his eyes at the action. His mother had scolded him for ignoring her wishes on cutting his hair for this event, even just a trim or to simply slick it back, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. You liked it like that anyways.

“You look beautiful, you know,” he murmurs in your ear, dropping a sweet kiss just below it. A familiar heat began to burn in your cheeks as his lips ghost over your skin.

“I believe you’ve told me that quite a few times,” you smile, a laugh leaving your lips when he nipped the lobe of your ear in a playful response to your teasing. You quieted when it drew a few stares that were just as quickly averted.

“I mean it,” he sighs, his hands squeezing yours.

A deeper blush stains your cheeks and you will yourself to look away from him momentarily, the bout of jovial laughter ringing through the room giving the perfect excuse to do just that. Draco was growing tired of the bustling atmosphere, though he supposes he had been even since the two of you had arrived at the Manor. Elegant parties were no longer something he particularly enjoyed, only tolerable in small doses. He was tired of sharing your attention; he’d wanted you all to himself and didn’t find it in him to care if he was being selfish.

You turned back to him, the fondness of his gaze still very much there and you can’t help but lean on your toes and kiss him softly. The tender action seemed to have solidified his ideas, ones he’d pondered the entirety of the night and he found himself nodding towards the double doors without second thought. A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth in a wordless agreement, and his hand is quick to envelop yours fully as he gives the room one final glance before tugging you along.

The halls were nearly vacant as you hurried through them with a practiced ease, his hand never leaving yours. Smiles were fought to be contained as you passed by a few staggered guests, sharing an adoring gaze as he tightened his grip on your hand. The only sounds to be heard were the giddy laughter leaving your lips, mingled with the fading commotion of the crowded ballroom and of course the clicking of your heels. The two of you disappeared around a corner, apparating to the only place you’d wanted to be that night, home.

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The change of scenery was much needed, and very contrasting at that, your home far warmer and welcoming than the Manor could ever be. The scent of cinnamon and sugar was immediate upon walking through the door, a warm glow of miscellaneous lamps illuminating every room. Every shadow seemed far less mysterious and cold, the feeling of prying eyes within them no longer present. It was refreshingly quiet save for the pattering of the rain outside and the ticking of a few clocks, it was serene and it was home. No bad memories were housed here, and hostility was not welcome if you could help it. There had been enough sorrow and guilt in Draco’s not-so-distant past to last a lifetime or two, and he didn’t want it to tarnish your home. It was peaceful and it was shared with the love of your life.

“Are you ready, darling?” Draco calls out from the bottom of the stairs.

You appear at the very top with a smile on your face, Draco’s soon to follow as you made your way down the creaky wooden steps to him. It was tradition; after ever ball, every party, every fancy dinner at his parents estate—you would always come home to enjoy a night alone, away from elegant luxury, and away from the need to be proper. For an event like this in particular, it was always customary to share a dance.

Draco’s pristine black suit was discarded in favor of his plaid pajama pants, his hair a ruffled mess of platinum from apparating in the rain. Your silky gray dress had since been abandoned in a crumpled pile on the bedroom floor, his old quidditch sweater hanging comfortably from your shoulders in heaps of tattered deep green yarn. He hadn’t worn the thing since sixth year, but you had always taken a liking to it so he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it.

“I’d argue that you look even more handsome right now,” you state.

“And here I thought you liked my signature suit,” he scoffs in faux offense as you join him at the bottom of the stairs, a bright smile on your lips.

It was true, he was always dashing in his rather monochromatic suit, it was impossible for him not to be. But his current attire was much more preferred, he looked much more comfortable. Not so rough around the edges and intimidating, not that you ever considered him to be. He was rather soft under all those layers of defense and angered sorrow even if he didn’t want to admit it.

He offers you his hand in a playfully mocking attempt to be proper, leading you to the living room. It was lit with just about every single candle he could find, the varying scents not necessary mingling very well with one another but the effort was enough to outshine it. The fireplace melted away the nagging chill of the rainy evening, and a single flower was held in your direction. It’s ruffled pink petals dripped with raindrops when you take it, and you laugh softly at the sweetness of the gesture.

“Have you always been so romantic?” You jest, his eyes narrowing at you in a lighthearted glare as you smell the lingering floral smell.

“Only for you, my love,” he says with a soft smile, tugging you close. “Not a word of it to anyone else.”

You laugh at the words quietly spoken against your lips, though you’re quickly cut short when his own meld with yours, his hand settling on your flushed cheek tenderly. His soft sigh tickles against your skin and you couldn’t help the giggle it had elicited, the flower in your hand now fluttering to the floor as you wrap your arms around his neck. He continued his affections across your cheek and over your jaw, your smile never faltering.

“Is something funny, darling?”

Amusement laces his tone as his words muffle against your skin, the feeling sending a shiver up your spine and an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. Your breath hitched in your throat at the single kiss pressed there. He knew that very fact quite well, taking great joy in the effect of such a simple action.

“Yes, actually, there is,” you state matter-of-factly, attempting to stave off how flustered you were becoming.

He looks up to meet your gaze, his brow raising as the corner of his mouth quirks up. “Do enlighten me.”

“I believe the tradition is to dance with me, Draco, not kiss me,” you laugh softly.

His hand drops from your cheek and joins his other around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

“This is the first moment I’ve got you all to myself, pardon me if I want to kiss you all night,” he quips, his smile fond as he looks at you. “Besides, traditions don’t always have to be set in stone, do they?”

You smile and he kisses you before you can argue his reasoning, though you don’t think you can find a plausible counter for it with the way his breath mingles with yours in the close proximity. He breaks from you too soon with another quick kiss, and you take the opportunity to rest your head on his shoulder.

No music was needed as you swayed about the cozy living room, the candlelight flickering against the sage-colored walls. No music was ever needed when you found yourselves in your own little world as you so often do. A moment alone to dance with you in the privacy of your own home, in the comfort of your pajamas at that, was far better than some elaborate ballroom in ridiculously expensive clothing. It will always be better, for your company would always be enough for Draco no matter the circumstance.

A smile graces his lips as his cheek rests atop your head, and the platinum hair that poked in his eyes and tickled his nose was only a minor inconvenience not worthy of interrupting moment like this. He still wonders how he’d gotten so lucky as to steal your affections, and not a single day goes by where he doesn’t feel fortunate for it. You were wonderful, you were warm, you were radiant, and you were his.

He’d dance a thousand dances with you in this very living room, because this was where the two of you belong.

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Long Lost Love // Part One (D.M.)

Summary: Two piles of twelve letters, hidden away in the bottom of a trunk, browning with age. Twenty-four letters in total, all addressed to him.

A/N: This is my entry into @teheharrypotter‘s two weeks of angst! I just really want to take a moment and say that I am so proud of this fic and how it has come out, like ridiculously proud of it. I would really appreciate some feedback on this - reblogs and comments are so important. There is going to be a second part where all the love letters will be compiled into one long post. However, I think not giving too much away only adds to the suspense and angst. Also, the ending... I love it and I think you’ll all hate me for it.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: this is a lot of angst combined with hurt/comfort but there’s a lot of growth in Draco (I think?)

Word count: 5.4k

It had been fifteen years since the end of the second wizarding war; it had been fifteen years of healing and working on himself, of repenting for his family’s crimes during the war. Draco Malfoy had aged in that time; his hair had grown past his shoulders, tied back with a black leather hair tie, and there were lines on his face that had not been there when he was an eighteen year old running away from the castle he classed as his home.

He had lived a lifetime in those fifteen years. He had seen the world before training as a Healer; working his way up the ranks to become head of the emergency department of the only wizarding hospital within Britain. He had trained Healer after Healer; many of them going off to establish clinics in their own community, all of them sending cards at Christmas, regaling him of their successes.

Draco had lived a lifetime. He lost his father first. Lucius had never truly recovered from his time in Azkaban, and though Draco had tried his hardest to form some semblance of a relationship with his father, Lucius had remained cruel until the end. Truthfully, Draco doesn’t want to think about what it was that killed him in the end. Whether it was the spite that had poisoned him for years, or whether it was something else. Draco doesn’t dwell on it; instead, he leaves white roses on his father’s grave every Sunday like any loving son would.

Narcissa hadn’t lasted long after Lucius passed. She had been distraught. Whilst Lucius was not a doting father, he was a doting husband and he adored Narcissa until his very last breath on this earth. To Draco, her tears started that day and didn’t stop until she passed away in her asleep. Her heart, the coroner said. She had died of a broken heart.

A feeling Draco knew only too well.

Despite achieving so much and traveling so far, he had only ever been in love once. There had only ever been one moment in his whole life that had been filled with the kind of love read about in books, sang about in songs, and played out in films. Draco had fallen in love with you when he was sixteen years old and entering what would be the darkest period of his life. To him, you had been the light in the dark. The answer to his constantly asked question: will there ever be a happy ending?

Nothing had ever happened; nothing could happen. You were the epitome of goodness; the very incarnate of its definition, and he… he was the opposite. In those days, his self-hatred ran so deep that he would argue he was the Hades of the story. Doomed forever to the underworld only to fall in love with the Goddess of Spring and hope for retribution that would never come.

However, in this version of their well-told myth, Hades and Persephone never fall into a relationship. In this version of events, feelings were known and reciprocated, but letters that pleaded for a chance either never arrived or were never answered.

So for fifteen years, Draco Malfoy has been working hard on repairing his family’s tattered reputation whilst coping with the depth-defying grief that comes with losing both parents within the span of a year as well as never truly dealing with the heart wrenching grief that accompanies a relationship that was never given the chance to bloom.

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It was a bright, clear day in the middle of March when Draco decided to clean out the attic. He had woken with the urge to clean; with the urge to organise his life and start to work through the piles of his parent’s belongings. He hadn’t been able to touch them in the beginning; the most he had been able to do was relocate everything to the attic and then shove the very thought to the back of his mind where it began to fester like an open wound.

Bright and clear was the day when Draco chose to enter the long forgotten attic in the Manor. Bright and clear was the day when he had to hold a handkerchief to his face to stave off the inevitable sneezes from the dust floating in the air.

Looking around the old and dusty attic, Draco takes in the first of the mess. Trunks line the wall; some ancient – locks worn down with time, almost rusted from their exile to the attic; others are much newer such as his parent’s belongings. Their trunks remain almost new; their initials still painted onto the lids in bright gold paint.

The majority of the morning is spent creating two piles; one to be thrown away, one to be donated. Expensive gowns and suits were to be donated. Anything that reminded Draco of his allegiance in the Second Wizarding War was to be thrown.

As he goes through the belongings of not just his parent’s, but also his grandparents, Draco begins to feel conflicted. With each addition to the bin pile, he feels lighter, he feels one less burden. However, he cannot help the guilt that unfurls in his stomach as he thinks of his mother’s kind face and her forever painted red lip.

By the time Draco makes it to his mother’s final trunk, he feels as if he has been in battle once more. Weariness hangs heavy over in shoulders, settling in his bones. His body slumped, not just from the tiredness from lifting heavy trunks and boxes, but from the emotional weight of memories freshly unleashed upon him.

Draco’s movements are slower as he opens the lid to this final trunk. He thinks back to the day he filled it; piling his mother’s correspondence and personal effects in here – separate from the clothes he knew he would one day get rid of. He slides his hands over the emerald green lid – a Slytherin till the day she died, Draco thinks as he smiles to himself.

At some point, he lets a few tears fall. It’s the sight of Narcissa’s handwriting, he realises. He hadn’t seen it in so long – not having received a birthday card or a Christmas present this year due to her death. Seeing her strong cursive brought tears to his eyes; he remembers being a child, sitting by her desk, watching her write away and wondering who on earth she could be talking to. If Draco focuses hard enough, he swears he can still smell the fresh ink drying on the parchment and the melted wax being pressed with Narcissa’s signet ring.

At the bottom of the trunk, Draco notices a latch. Frowning, he flips it open to reveal a false bottom hidden away. Uneasiness spreads through him, turning his stomach to lead as he reaches inside to feel two distinct piles.

The uneasiness turns to heavy anguish when Draco realises just what he is holding in his hands.

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Two piles of twelve letters, hidden away in the bottom of a trunk, browning with age.

Twenty-four letters in total, all addressed to him.

They now sit on his kitchen counter; the ageing paper a stark contrast to the obsidian black of his counter top. Draco leans back in his chair, huffing out a long sigh, running a hand down his face as he does so. It had been fifteen years, but he would recognise your handwriting anywhere.

It had been fifteen years and he hadn’t had any contact with you. He wondered for so long why his letters had gone unanswered to the point where he stopped writing altogether, feeling the keen sting of rejection.

Fifteen years and he now had his answer.

Hidden away in a trunk; squirreled away in the hopes that he would never find them. The hope that he would forget about you and move on. He never had; he just kept his feelings silent, caging them up in his heart along with everything else he kept from his parents.

Anger surges through him. The first emotion he has felt since he opened that damned trunk.

He lets out a choked scream; the intensity of his anger surprising him as he slams a fist onto the counter top, wincing slightly from the pain now radiating up his right arm.

How dare they, he roars. How dare they keep this from him? How dare they keep you from him? Did you not fit their ideal – a pureblood from a well off family? Did you not meet their needs visually? Your hair perfect, your face just the same.

There was no good reason he could think of. Draco pads over to the bar, tucked away in the corner of the kitchen. There, he pours himself a knuckle’s length of the amber liquid, knocking it back with a hiss. The whiskey burns as it goes down; burns just like his emotions, like his anger.

Draco’s lip curls in distaste as he hears his father’s voice: a distraction, Draco, that’s all.

Lucius Malfoy had never uttered such words in Draco’s presence, but Draco was well aware of his father’s distaste of you.

Reading over his home address once again, Draco is hit with a sense of helplessness. He doesn’t know where to go from or what to do. He reads over your home address, neatly written in the top left hand corner of the envelope.

Sighing, he runs a hand down his face, still uncertain what his next move is going to be. He runs through the options in his head once, and out loud after.

To no-one in particular, he argues:

“I could reply. I could write a letter back, apologising for the absence of replies with a brief sentence or two about meeting up after so much time has passed.”

Draco waves that option away; his tongue too tied up to even think about coherently writing a letter out now. He moves onto option two:

“I could show up. I could apparate to the address right now, knock on the door and ask to speak to them.”

He shakes his head; immediately ridding himself of the idea. For starters, what if you had moved, and he finds himself knocking on the door of an unknown family? However, what if you still live there, and you answer the door? What is Draco to say to you then after such a long time apart?

He imagines the situation; forces himself into shoes that he could possibly be wearing in the near future. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Not a word, not a whisper, not an apology.

So he ignores option two.

Draco knows its cowardice that drives him to the third option, but to go fifteen years without a reply to a letter declaring love… it is too long of a time to expect any form of forgiveness, and he supposes that is what he is most afraid of. Draco’s terrified of not being worthy enough for your forgiveness.

So he goes with option three:

Do nothing.

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Draco does the only thing that makes sense.

He takes the letters to work.

Draco slides the letters into his satchel, latching the buckle afterwards and taking a deep breath. Already, Draco feels the twenty four envelopes burning a hole through the soft, worn leather of his bag.

Their presence continues to haunt him: placing his bag in his locker and grabbing his lab coat, walking towards the admit desk where Martha – the head nurse – smiles at him before handing him a cup of coffee.

The emergency room is swamped. It is full to capacity with even more waiting in triage. They work as hard and as fast as they can, but it takes time to cure burns from potions and injuries from spells gone wrong.

It gets to the point where Draco needs to take a step back. He has to take a step back and re-evaluate. His personal life is shot; the love he had found at sixteen a dead end until this last weekend. His professional life is all that he has going for him, but on days like this, when he isn’t feeling entirely himself for the shock from the weekend, Draco does find himself being short with patients.

He escapes to the break room; the familiar bitter scent of coffee already relaxing the tense muscles in his shoulders. He settles into a chair at the rickety table, head in his hands as he takes a deep breath.

Draco represses the urge to cry. He pushes it down; deep, deep down inside him where he can deal with it another day. At this moment, all he wants is a hug from his mother and the age old promise that everything is going to be okay. It’s her fault’ it is Narcissa’s fault that he is like this.

That he is a husk of a man.

He feels like a therapist’s wet dream. Blaming his mother, his parents as the source of his problems, but he cannot help imagining how different his life would be if those letters had been delivered to his hands.

He would be with you. He would have given it all up for you.

His lineage; his inheritance; his name; the pureblood mania that infected his parents.

He would give it all up for you.

Fifteen years later and he would still give up every aspect of his life, every part of him that makes him him.

Draco would drop it all in a heartbeat for you.

“What’s gotten into you?” A feminine voice questions. Draco turns in his seat to see his closest friend and confidant, Alexandria Delphi, leaning against the door with a smile on her face.

He cannot help the smile that grows on his face at her presence. He shrugs, hoping he appears nonchalant, “What do you mean?”

Alexandria pushes herself off the door, coming to sit next to Draco at the old rickety table that has been at home in the break room since before time itself. She raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at his obvious aversion. She gestures to his entire being, “I mean this. You’ve been off all day – not as attentive to patients, not your usual flirtatious self with the nurses which I know they are missing very much. What’s gotten into you, Draco?”

Draco sighs, knowing very well he could never hide anything from her. Alexandria and Draco had known each other since their first year of training; an unlikely friendship forming between them, but a friendship nonetheless. Thirteen years later, they had been working in the emergency department of St Mungo’s the longest – second only to Martha, the Head Nurse.

“I was cleaning out the attic over the weekend. Getting rid of some of my parent’s things.”

Alexandria frowns, reaching for Draco’s hand over the table. “You should have called me. I would have come and helped you; you shouldn’t have had to that alone.”

“I know,” Draco starts, running a hand down his face, “I know you would have but I think I needed to do it alone.”

Alexandria nods, releasing his hand at last and bringing it to the coffee mug sitting in front of her. Draco smiles at her before standing, opening his locker and grabbing the letters that call to him from his bag.

Sitting back down, he slides the two piles of letters in Alexandria’s direction, all the while saying, “I found these in my mother’s trunk. It had a false bottom, and they were sitting there.”

Her deep brown eyes widen, “How scandalous! They’re addressed to you?”

Draco nods, “When I was at Hogwarts, there was a girl.”

“Isn’t there always?” Alexandria quips, rolling her eyes at the dramatics of her colleague.

“Anyway,” Draco comments pointedly, “I was in love, or at least, I was as much in love as you can be when you’re sixteen years old. I still am, I think.

“Anyway, my parents didn’t approve of her; they never would so when war started brewing and I went home, I never imagined I would get letters. I never got letters. Turns out, she had been sending me letters all along and my parents had kept them hidden until now.”

“Bastards,” Alexandria spits; furious at people long dead.

“What do you think I should do?” Draco asks earnestly, his eyes never leaving the pile of letters.

“Have you read them?” Alexandria asks; her eyes fixed on the two sets of letters placed between them on the rickety table.

He shakes his head, refusing to meet Alexandria’s eyes, “I think I’m too scared.”

Alexandria smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She sighs, “You aren’t going to know what to do until you read them. Reading the letters should give you the answer you are looking for.”

“When did you get so wise?”

“When you made me Attending,” She quips, yet there is still no heart behind it – none of her usual heat that tends to come out when Draco baits her slightly. She shakes her head, standing from her seat with her coffee in her hand, “I want to see you back out there soon. I don’t care whether you’re the head of the department.”

He raise an eyebrow at her in challenge; she simply smirks. He shakes his head at her antics, already rising from his seat, “I’m on my way.”

“Good, I have plenty of patients for you to see.”

Draco doesn’t reply, he watches her leave with a fond smile on his face.

Alexandria leaves the break room. She leaves as it is the only way that Draco will not see the sorrow and the longing reflected in her eyes. Alexandria doesn’t let him see the jealousy over the letters; the very emotion gnawing away at the ever growing pit in her stomach, only making it deeper as she replays the story of Draco’s first and only love.

She remembers when she used to look forward to coming into work; to help those in need and be a source of comfort for those she couldn’t help. Now, she struggles to make it through the door with the knowledge that she has been in love with the same man for years and nothing had happened.

That’s the thing about loving someone who doesn’t love you back – it turns you into a ghost of your former self.

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Draco finds himself reaching for the first letter in the pile on a Friday night in the middle of April. If he had to be honest with himself, it had taken him a whole month to work up the nerve to read them. Draco had come home after the conversation with Alexandria and dropped the letters on the side table where they have taunted him ever since.

He knows he isn’t in the right frame of mind to be reading them; a bad shift with too many deaths combined with the two half full tumblers of whiskey consumed creates the equation of self-destruction. However, Draco reminds himself, he’s had fifteen years of internal self-destruction – what’s one more night when you tear yourself down so regularly despite the accolades attached to your name?

Draco hesitates, holding the first of the twenty four letters in his hand. He hesitates; unsure as to whether he is ready to read the handwriting of someone whose notes through class not only made him happy, but hopeful.

Releasing a shuddering breath, he tears open the seal and begins to read.

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The letters are not long. They aren’t pages and pages of eloquent syntax over your feelings for the blonde haired, cocky teenager he once was. The closer he gets to the end of the pile, the less is written as if you had grown tired of such an act and not getting a reply.

Draco keeps his favourite close to him. It’s tucked away in his inner coat pocket, on the left hand side close to his heart.

The letter has been with him a month now. A month of one letter being read and reread too many times a day; to the point where Draco is reciting it in his sleep. It’s creased beyond recognition, but he still takes the risk every day to take it out and read it.

He misses you. He misses you. He misses you.

Now, Draco unfolds the paper. He unfolds the paper and reads the opening line: do you remember that night in the greenhouse? Writes your neat handwriting; the letters perfectly formed on the now browning parchment.

How could he forget? Draco closes his eyes, letting himself fall into the memory perfumed with compost and night blooming evening primrose.

*****

“Name two purposes of Valerian Root.”

“To help someone sleep as well as to ease anxiety.”

“Very good,” You laugh, moving quietly between the rows and rows of plants. You turn to him suddenly, “What is one danger of Black Henbane?”

Draco pauses, eyes already searching for papery flower with spidery black veins. He finds it nestled towards the back of the greenhouse, hidden away from sight and away from the wandering hands of children. Draco follows you closely; remaining near you as he says, “As a member of the nightshade family, the plant can be toxic if used in large quantities.”

The sight of your smile takes his breath away. You rush to him; toothy grin and loud laughter as you nod your head. “Madame Pomfrey was right,” You splutter, “You’re going to make an incredible Healer, Draco Malfoy.”

He doesn’t need to see the blush to know it’s there; he can feel the heat creeping its way up his neck to his cheeks. “I don’t think I’ll get there if I don’t have you.”

A satisfied smile replaces the happy grin that was on your face only moments ago. It was as if you were waiting for those words to fall from his lips; the reassurance within those words spreading over your worry like a balm over a wound.

How many more nights would they get like this? How many more nights would they have together?

Somewhat foolishly, Draco hopes he has forever. He hopes he has an eternity and a day with you, but he can feel the changes in the air, and he knows it isn’t good. Draco can see the tension at home; more and more people arriving, each just as secretive as the last, and Draco suddenly knows he only has a short amount of time before he’s inducted into the same fanatic group as his parents.

He’s on limited days with you so he’ll take the nights.

He’ll take all the nights.

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The shoebox had remained untouched under his bed for years now. Draco had shoved it there in a fit of anger and despair and he hadn’t looked since.

Reaching for it now, Draco represses the growing anger directed at his parents. He ignores the growing resentment surrounding the fact that they hid your letters for years and never thought to whisper a word of it – not even on their death beds.

The shoebox has aged; not unlike himself, he thinks as he wipes the dust from the top. The thick layer drawing a sneeze from him before he can open the box.

It doesn’t matter how many years it has laid unwanted under his bed; it doesn’t matter how long it has remained there, untouched and not thought of – Draco, to this day, can still recount for every little thing in there.

Notes that have now turned brown with age; old photos where youthful faces glance up at him; a chocolate bar wrapper from Honeyduke’s.

They each line the bottom of the shoebox. Draco’s memories of you out there for him to finally confront, to see. He sinks down onto his childhood bed; almost blinded by the force of the wave of nostalgia washing over him, threatening to drown him with the strength of his memories.

The memories hadn’t plagued him for some time though you played on his mind constantly – even more so since the letters.

They’re silly memories, but memories, nonetheless. Ones that he adores; ones that he cherishes.

It was the letters that triggered this. The letters that have brought the ghosts back from where they had been hidden, haunting him quietly until now.

Draco runs a hand through the trinkets in the box. He smiles at them, thinking of Hogsmeade and how he had surprised you with a bar of your favourite chocolate. The grin on your face worth all the jibes from Crabbe and Goyle when he got back to the Slytherin common room that evening.

Draco falls back onto his childhood bed with a huff.

He has a decision to make, and he doesn’t know where to begin. He has a decision to make, and he doesn’t have the guidance he so desperately needs.

Draco wants to see you; he needs to see you, but what if you don’t want to see him?

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“I heard you handed in your notice,” Draco states as a way of breaking the ice.

Her notice of leave had landed in his hands not even three hours ago. He had spent the time since in a panic; rushing about the hospital to find Alexandria and to question her, to find out why she would leave after so long.

Why she would leave him.

Alexandria nods, “I have. I leave in two weeks.”

“Why?” Draco all but demands, “You love this place.”

“You’re right,” Alexandria sighs, “I do.”

“Then why are you leaving?”

“Because I can’t do this anymore, Draco. I can’t sit here and listen to you talk about those letters and sigh dreamily, or date someone else. I can’t do it,” Her voice breaks, “So I won’t. I want a fresh start, so I’m going to get one.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t.”

“If I had known…”

“What? You’d have loved me?” Alexandria laughs mirthlessly, “Love me, Draco! Love me.”

“I can’t,” He whispers; the words the death knell to any scrap of friendship remaining.

Tears fall down her face, “And that’s why I have to go.”

She presses a kiss to his cheek; lingering for longer than what was probably good for her. When she pulls away, she can see the wetness of her tears on Draco’s cheek. “I hope you find her, Draco. You deserve a love story.”

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The cottage is small, but it is perfect. Ivy covered walls with a neat front garden; every inch showing the love and attention being paid to it. From the red roses that makes Draco think of his beloved mother to the intense scent of lavender that reminds Draco of the perfume you wore through Hogwarts. Looking up at the cottage, Draco realises that he had never seen a house look so much like a home.

He pauses at the gate; eyes focused on the bricks of the cottage and nowhere else. He doesn’t let the hope grow; he doesn’t let himself dream of what could happen. He’s thankful he has made it this far.

That he’s made it back to you.

The black gate creaks when Draco pushes it open. He winces at the noise, praying it doesn’t give him away and that you answer the door unexpectedly.

He needs this.

He needs the time.

It’s been fifteen years and since he found your letters months ago, he thought he would be ready by the time he found you.

Now Draco is thinking, perhaps he isn’t ready.

Will he ever be ready? He asks himself. Will he ever be ready to confront the very person he has been in love with since he was sixteen years old?

Draco doesn’t know; he doesn’t think he’ll ever know until he steps through the gate.

Draco’s hands shake as he rushes down the well-worn footpath to your dark brown front door. His hands continue to shake as he raises a single fist to knock on the door, three times.

He’s about to turn away; he’s about to walk away and never enter your life again. He will go away and never think of you again; of what could have been.

But then the lock clicks, and the handle moves.

“Hello?” A sweet voice calls out; your voice calls out.

“(Y/N)…” He breathes, and suddenly his nerves are gone and so is his worry. Suddenly, Draco is back at Hogwarts, the feel of your hand in his as he presses you into walls and steals kisses behind statues. He’s back to being sixteen years old and feeling the unrelenting agony of teenage love for the first time along with the merciless fear to do with the rising tensions.

“Draco,” You whisper, bringing a hand up to your mouth. Shock reflects in your eyes; your eyes that show no signs of aging other than the lines that are now forming in the corners.

Draco can’t help himself; he runs his eyes over your body, taking in the changes that becoming an adult has brought. It means nothing; he would love you regardless, but he cannot seem to help himself from drinking it all in.

From the realisation that he in fact stood in front of you.

You are there, and he is here with you.

“How have you been?” He asks; more out of politeness than anything else.

You shift awkwardly, “I’ve been good, Draco. How have you been?”

Draco nods, “I’ve been good too. I know you’re probably wondering why I’m here.”

You laugh, tucking yourself slightly behind the door, “That did cross my mind.”

He smiles; a large grin that he hasn’t felt on his face in a long, long time. Less than five minutes with you, and you’re already bringing out a side of him that Draco had long thought was extinct. He reaches into his coat, grabbing some of the letters that he keeps there. He holds them out to you, “I’ve only just found them.”

Audibly gasping, you instinctively reach for the letters. Your fingers brush Draco’s and he swears his heart skips a beat at the small touch. “I sent these years ago.”

Draco closes his eyes, “I know, and I cannot apologise enough to you for how long it has taken. I thought a reply in person would be better.”

Tears line your eyes as your fingers brush the worn paper; the crease marks more than evident from where Draco has folded and refolded the letter to read. “I always wondered what had happened…” You trail off, lifting your gaze from the letters to meet his eyes.

“My parents,” He whispers; voice pained. He takes a moment to collect himself, but you put a hand up to stop from saying anything else.

“I understand. You don’t need to explain more, Draco.”

“Thank you,” He replies, smiling softly. Then he launches into his tale, “I was cleaning out their belongings; cleaning in general really when I found a false bottom in my mother’s trunk. When I took it out, I found your letters… and I read them and reread them. I practically memorised them. I don’t think there are enough words in the English language to convey just how sorry I am.”

“Draco…”

“No, let me say this… please,” He whispers, adding on the last word for politeness. You fall silent, your eyes begging him not to say out loud what you know he is going to confess.

“Until the last star fades and we succumb to darkness, I shall love you. I have always loved you; from being a scared teenager to being a just as scared adult. My feelings haven’t changed. I’ve thought of nothing but you for fifteen years,” He pauses, drawing in a shuddering breath, “I love you.”

Silence falls over you both. Draco’s heart pounds in his chest as he watches the emotions flicker over your face in a pace he didn’t think was humanly possible. Acceptance, happiness, relief and then finally, sadness.

He furrows his brows; surely this would be a happy event no? Draco has tracked you down after a fifteen year absence. He has found his one true love at last, and now he stands before you wondering the cause of such sadness on your face and in your eyes.

“Draco…” You trail off, holding up your left hand, “I’m married.”

******

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petriichvrs · 3 years

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ONE YEAR OF NOXTMS / five dyanmics with two bonus !

more thoughts / information under the cut !

001. 𝐃𝐔𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 & 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘. ( @ddudleys )

every single day, i think about this pair & just how unexpectedly ... brilliant they are. i hope by now my love of dudley is just very apparent, but if it ISN’T - i love his character so, so much, and i think you’re an incredibly talented person for being able to give him this whole personality and existence beyond the end of the books that fits with his canon so well and still gives him his chance to be a good person. dudley & ginny bonding following the war, attending support group together ... ginny telling him wildly incorrect things about the world for a laugh, the fact they have TOTALLY bonded even more over both being sports people, the moment where they held hands at grimmauld place, everything after ... jesus christ ! i can never ever be eloquent enough to express the way they make me feel, and the way that any new little insight into their dynamic be it by meme or by thread just makes them that bit more real to me, but i’m so grateful for this funky pair, and you better know it !

002. 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘 & 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘. ( @dolors )

tell me a year ago that someday i’d actually care about the malfoy family and i’d have FOUGHT you over it - at no point did i ever expect to pick up narcissa, and after i did, i never expected to get such a complex and amazingly thought out lucius to write opposite of. i still remember the moment where blo and i realised you were going to bring him, and the EXCITEMENT we felt at the fact that this individual i already knew semi okay who was writing such an excellent interpretation on hermione was going to bring us a character who can be so polarising, in a lot of ways. the hope ? the willingness to die for you immediately, simply because you were going to DO it ? cherry i cannot believe there was ever a time where we were not friends in the way we are now, and i REALLY can’t remember an instance where i didn’t have malfam + lucissa to get me through my day. they’re my emotional support morally grey family who think of themselves first & foremost and everyone else after, okay ? lucius is a lot of things, and you do such a good job at writing ( and acknowleding ) them, but inside the walls of malfoy manor he’s narcissa’s honey bunch with an unhealthy emotional attachment for his peacocks & brilliant taste in erotica novels for their next book club session.

003. 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐈 & 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘. ( @ofzvbini )

mozzie, let’s not cut straws on this one : holy fuck. holy JESUS. holy moley. all the holys. here is the thing - my love for blaise zabini as a character / concept and my appreciation for the blaise/ginny dynamic that could exist had NEVER gotten to be mutually exclusive until you came along. never ! it wasn’t something to feel hard done by, or anything, but... i kinda do, now, but for a different reason, which is that you’ve set the bar for characters SO HIGH in general and i’m never ever going to be able to find another interpretation of blaise that even remotely lives up to yours, nor do i think that anyone will ever be on the such a similar wavelength to me, when it comes this connection. the energy all around is just utterly UNMATCHED, and the fact that... even just rereading our replies from the last event to get this excerpt, i realised i wanted so badly to reply again right now immediately, because the sparring of their words and lets be honest, the PALPABLE sexual tension going on in that thread was so genuinely fun and entertaining. i just think you knock it out of the park so consistently with your characters and the connections you write with them. i could have said any of our dynamics - luna + ginny, luna + nazli, luna + narcissa, eulalia + niko, blaise + merry, blaise + narcissa, blaise + niko - YOU GET THE PIC ! i love u moz. please marry me under the moonlight i think it would be very romantic-

004. 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐅. ( @pclearwaters )

i want in on record that penny clearwater is the love of my life, actually. i want it on fuckin RECORD, because the love i have for this character who gets paid nothing but DIRT in the series all because you took her up & gave her this whole life and character and storyline that made her into... like, a real person ? who makes me feel sometimes ... just very sad, but who also brings me such joy. penny & niko are another example of that fun little thing we do where we throw these totally different characters together and then see what happens ( usually the most perfect of unexpected friendships ). i loved the last thread we did between them most, because it was one of the first chances i had ever gotten to showcase that a side of niko not really seen so often, and his confusion at penny’s genuine beautific happiness was just ... really fun to write and get into. i truly think you do such a good job with penny, and i love the dedication you have to the clearwaters, full stop. here’s to many more of their weird lil interactions !

005. 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘 & 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘. ( @blondsnake )

six months ago, they were one of the dynamics i chose to talk about in the original meme. when i did it that time, the excerpt i chose was : “i’m sorry,” he tells her, voice cracking, and he doesn’t know what he’s sorry for anymore. for the sins of his father? for ginny’s ruined childhood? for the fact that he is draco malfoy, and not someone else? & the REASON i chose them was at the time we wrote that thread, it felt very... real and raw and human, to me. it felt like we were exposing a nerve. the malfoy / weasley dynamic is expanded on so much when it comes to every other weasley, and ginny’s interaction with the family she has so much of a history with, with the son of the person who really took a key role in what she went through as an eleven year old, was just... so non-existent that getting to touch on it in the way we did felt... incredbly important, and i remember the thread best for setting the continued tone.

i’m choosing them now because i never, at any point, thought that we would end up where we are right now. i spend a lot of time, now, thinking about them - i can’t believe i never realised just how similar they were as people, and just how much possibility existed between them, because so much does, and every time we talk more about them, i come away with the feeling that this is a connection that’s like once in a lifetime esque, and i’m SO lucky that i’m writing it with you. you know ? you’re an incredibly talented writer who has four incredibly well thought out characters, and i love that i get to write with them all, because ALL of them are a treat to write with. i always wanna hear your thoughts, i always wanna hear your ideas and concepts, i always love the posts you send me and the things we joke about - almost as much as i love the things we don’t. that first night we realised what we had here came from utter meme and became something very very important to me. i’m always thinking about ‘he gives her a long look’. if you know you know, you know ? !

006. 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐕 & 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐅. ( @rcveuse )

saz, i know we’ve only gotten the one thread started so far, and they’re newer... but can i just say, i’m really really glad that you decided to come back to nox, and i’m even more glad that when you did you picked up those specific connections of mine, because they were some of my FAVORITE ones on the page & had never really gotten their dues ? the niko one in particular, that amelia is filling - i remember writing it because i wanted him to have moments of his life that were happy, and the best way i could think to showcase his emotional side was via someone he loved for real. i always said niko loved fiercely and was just as fiercely loyal, but i hadn’t gotten the chance to write it, because he’s a character so difficult to put into positions where he would. he takes a long time to fully bond to people. even after he does... he’s just. odd. it was a v important connection to me, and i love amelia so much, already, and can see exactly what existed in her that he fell for when he did. i’m so excited to write them more, and i can’t wait to see where the dynamic that exists now goes !

006. 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐅 & 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄. ( @taciiturns )

i love kaela. i know we know this. i know i’ve said it so many times, and i know i’m going to say it again, a million times more - but i really do love mikaela karkaroff, and i already had the niko connection, so i really shouldn’t have been greedy, but.... i didn’t imagine what’s come to exist between kaela & merry at ALL. it’s a very interesting dynamic built from very simple beginnings, and it’s become one of my most enduring merry connections - i think it made her more of a person, and i totally have you to thank for it. they’re such different people from such similar worlds, with such an interest in one another that i have such a difficult time explaining - IT WORKS, it so works, but it works in a way where i kinda have to admit i never even expected it, and i feel like i’m learning more and more about it with merry. that’s a very fun sort of connection to write when it’s with someone who loves their character as much as you do kaela, and i’m endlessly interested in where it’ll go !

#nox.task #mine*#nox.graphics

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hh-rose · 3 years

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James Potter and the Retelling of the True Story Chapter Nine: The End

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The rest of that summer was similar. There was the wedding and some deaths. Remus obviously didn't marry tonks because that's gross and ridiculous. Draco accompanied them to the wedding. He (and Remus) also joined the Golden Trio on the horcrux hunt.

People still died. The war still happened. Fred died. Snape died. Remus, Remus died. We watched a lot of people die that night. We saw him die, but then there was something else and something else and something else, so we were a little distracted when he showed up. We all heard someone clear their throat.

"Messrs Padfoot and Prongs," a voice said, and we both whipped around. Sirius bit his lip.

"Mr. Moony," he breathed out. He sprinted to Sirius and threw his arms around his neck. "Merlin, I fucking missed you."

"Oh, my love, I missed you too," Remus whispered into his ear. "As amazing as this is, I saw you two years ago, and there are some people here who I haven't seen in seventeen."

"Yeah, don't hog him," I said, grin wide on my face. I heard Sirius groan.

"I'll hog my husband if I want to," he muttered, but he pulled away. Remus's face was caked in tears.

"It's almost like he's only your husband because of my genius idea," I told him.

"Wasn't it Lily's idea?" Remus asked. I grinned and hugged the shit out of him.

"Wanker," I whispered into his ear. "Thank you for taking care of Harry. You were brilliant, and I can't thank you enough."

"It was easy. He's just like you," Remus whispered back.

"No, I think he's just like his dads," I replied. Remus pulled back and smiled sadly at me. He went over and hugged Lily next. "Well, lads, I think we might be one short of a group of marauders. We can't possibly get any pranking done with just three of us."

"James, you don't need to prank anyone. We're all dead," Lily stated. I rolled my eyes.

"Fred," I said, looking across the room at the young boy. He perked up. "You want to be a marauder."

"You meant to tell me that Professor Lupin, Sirius Black, and Harry's dad are the marauders," he pondered, walking over to us.

"You can be too if you want, Freddie, me boy," Sirius said, clapping him on the shoulder. Fred grinned from ear to ear.

...

Harry used the resurrection stone and spoke to all of us just like in the other story. He talked to Remus and Sirius more than me, but that's okay. They were just as much of his parents as I was. Honestly, maybe they were more.

The next part is different though. He didn't talk to that fucking creep when he died. He talked to me. I knew he was going to die, and I was like sucked into this area in between the two worlds. Only one of us could go, and Lily wanted it to be me.

"Dad?" he asked when he saw me. "Am I dead?"

"Technically, no," I said, raising one eyebrow. "I'm not really sure what you would be considered right now. You're in between."

"Is it up to me which place I go? Back or to the afterlife?" he asked. I nodded. "What do you think I should do?"

"I think that you have had a lifetime worth of hurt, and I think that too much was put on you at too young of an age. I want to keep you safe, and I can do that here," I told him. I smiled. "But, I also know that you are the only person who can defeat him. I also know that you can be so, so happy if you go back. This is the afterlife, but it's no life. You can't be in love here. You can't be with Draco here."

"You know about Draco?" he asked, blushing.

"Oh, Merlin, I wasn't supposed to bring that up first," I muttered. "But, yes, I know about you and Draco. I love and support you, obviously, and I think that he's the guy for you. He's a good one."

"Really?" he asked, grin on his face. I nodded. "Moony and Pads told me that you would be cool with it, but still. Means a lot."

"They were good dads to you. It's okay for you to acknowledge that," I told him

"You would've been a good dad too," he replied. Then, for the first time in sixteen years, my son hugged me. I got to feel him hug me. "I love you."

"I love you too, son. I'll miss you."

"I didn't say I was leaving yet."

"There was no doubt in my mind that you were going to go back," I said. "You're gonna do great kid. I'll see you, hopefully in many, many years."

...

Then, he went back. Some things stayed the same. Narcissa, beautiful perfect Narcissa, covered for him. She knew about Drarry, and she did have a lot of love for Harry. Harry came back and fought Voldemort, with Draco on his side after he yelled "Potter" and ran to help him.

You know the story of the battle. I don't need to tell you. Afterward, all Harry wanted to do was find Draco who was sitting in the Grand Hall with Narcissa.

"Draco," Harry whispered, almost collapsing, but Draco stood up and caught him. Harry clung to him. "Let's go home."

"Home?" Draco asked.

"Home," Harry stated. He perked up a bit. "Moony left me Grimmauld Place. I want you to live with me there. And, Narcissa, first, thank you for everything. But, second, you are more than welcome to live there as well."

"That's very kind of you, Harry, but I think I'm going to stay with my sister for the time being," she informed him. Harry nodded. "You take care of my boy, okay?"

"Of course," Harry promised her.

Harry stayed true to his promise. He and Draco had a very long and happy life, which they're still living. They had two children, James Remus and Scorpius Sirius. They went to the Weasleys' for dinner once a week. Harry was a Professor and Draco was a healer. They got to live the lives that we all wished we would in our seventh year.

I could not be more proud of my son. Sure, I would've loved to raise him, but I'm not all that upset with how everything turned out. One day, I'm going to see him again, but I sincerely hope that day isn't any time soon.

So, did you like the real story more than the shit one you were told? Was I funny? I most certainly thought I was.

#James Potter #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #Lily Evans #Harry Potter #peter pettigrew #Marauders #wolfstar #jily #drarry #Draco Malfoy

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can-i-just-say-this · 4 years

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I'm Coming Home to You

Harry Potter's 25 lives inspired by '25 Lives' by Tongari

Part 1

1. The very first time I remember you, you are blonde and don’t love me back.

Harry watches the spring breeze ruffles Draco Malfoy's hair, his bangs completely covering his eyes . He really ought to sweep them off his face, it's driving Harry mad just to see him unbothered by this and keep talking to his new girlfriend of the week. Harry stabs his packed lunch with his chopsticks, Ron sighing beside him.

"Harry, stop starring at the sport department girls. It's getting creepy."

Ron just doesn't understand. No one does.

2. The next time you are brunette, and you do.

"We could always dye it over", Harry says, smiling fondly at Draco. He frowns in front of their bathroom mirror, staring at his boyfriend's reflection.

"I really hate you", he says as he combs his hair. Maybe Draco already regrets dyeing his hair brown just because Harry asked him nicely in one of their dinner dates, but Harry thinks Draco's hair is perfect, just like everything about him.

"You love me", he says cheekily. He wraps around the other waist, turning Draco around to watch his grey eyes soften. Perfect. Draco smiles.

"Unfortunately."

3. After a while I give up trying to guess if the colour of your hair means anything.

Harry shouldn't be surprised when he finds Draco has dyed his hair as grey as his eyes the next time he sees him. He quickly jogs to the other man, his eyes never leaving Draco's blatant 'fuck you' towards his parents and their ancient values. Honestly, how many times has he dyed his hair this semester? Wasn't it blue last week?

"It was teal. Afternoon, Potter, you're going to be late for your class if you're just standing there."

Draco smirks at him, and Harry's knees go weak.

4. Because even if you don’t exist, I am always in love with you.

For the third time that day, Hermione sighs.

"Seriously, Harry, when are you going to settle down?"

Harry just shrugs, watching Rose and other Gingerhead children running around his castle-like apartment. He is forever grateful Hermione visits every other day, lest he feels his house too empty, like his heart sometimes when he wakes up in the morning and find no one there.

"I'm just waiting for the right one."

Where are you? Why haven't I met you yet?

5. I remember most fondly those lifetimes where we get to grow up together,

It's Draco's birthday, and Harry is really lost what to give him. He is swimming through the Mall Luna taking him, shaking his head at everything Luna offers as his gift.

"No, Luna, I gave him a hoodie three years ago, remember? The Dart Vader one?"

Luna nods briefly, already dragging Harry to the next store. Harry's phone vibrates. He unlocks it in a flash, Draco's pop up message on his screen.

Just come home already, Ginevra is missing her girlfriend

"Ugh. You told Ginny about this?"

"Of course, Harry, she is planning the surprise party this year, didn't I tell you?"

God, how he hates his childhood friends.

6. When you share your secrets and sorrows and hiding places with me.

Narcissa's worried voice rings through his head as Harry cycles his way through the abandoned park. He knows he will find Draco there. Abandoning his bike, he runs to the third tree, where Draco is curled up, hugging himself. Harry covers Draco's lean body with his own, hiding him from the world.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Fuck him, Harry. I hate him so much."

Draco doesn't. He loves Theodore so much, even though he is an asshole, and Harry loves Draco Malfoy so much it hurts to see Draco like this. There's nothing Harry can do except holding his best friend while he cries his pain away, so he does.

7. I love how you play along with my bad ideas,

Harry tries to muffle his giggle with his hands while Draco mutters 'this is a bad idea' for the nth time since they execute Harry's plan. They are going to get caught if his parents wake up, probably, but Harry just doesn't care.

"You know my parents will scold us, right?"

"Oh, I know. Sirius will take our side, though."

Harry tries to answer as cheerfully as he can, praying that Remus won't be visiting so he'll have more people on their side than Draco's family combined. He glances at Draco, who has flour smearing his cheeks, his nose scrunched up as he decorates their awfully spicy macaroons for Christmas. Draco gives one of them black, round glasses. Yeah, he really doesn't care.

8. Before you grow up and realize they are bad ideas.

"We really need to stop meeting this way, scarhead", Draco shakes his head. Harry just beams, which makes him grimace as mild pain from his bruised cheek reminds him why purposely asking for a fight with an upperclassman is a bad idea.

"I'm not volunteering for the school clinic next month. I'm sick of seeing you here."

Oh, now that hurts more than the bruises. Harry watches the other boy crosses his arms, but his face is playful, it makes Harry hopeful.

"We should meet outside, instead. What do you say?"

Getting into a fight was a bad idea, alright, but it was worth it. Everything always is for Draco.

9. (And in our times together I have many bad ideas.)

"Are you out of your mind!?"

Draco is shouting now, but Harry can't be bothered. He just stares at Draco, still determined to twist their fate.

"How could you be so stupid?"

Draco is now pacing around, his silver crown almost fall from his head and he tosses it carelessly to the rug. Harry looks at it, not daring to imagine if Draco takes the throne and has his queen replace his silver crown with a golden one.

"I'm not letting you marry someone else. I love you too much to lose you."

"But declaring a war to The Voldemort Kingdom, Harry, how are you even going to face their king?"

Harry shrugs. If he dies, he dies. He is not going to let Draco being someone else's. Not anymore.

10. When we meet as adults you’re always much more discerning. I don’t blame you.

Harry doesn't even count how many times his team has lost to Malfoy's anymore. He just wants to see Malfoy one more time in every match, every other year fate allows him to meet the Draco Malfoy. His teammates are shouting in despair, and he should be, too, considering he is the captain of the English National Team. He is too busy watching Malfoy though, surrounded by his teammates that are singing praises in french while their captain beams at them. Ron pats his back and Harry glances at his friend.

"Now, maybe you can finally ask the captain on a date?"

Harry looks back at Malfoy, who is dragged by his coach out of the field, his secret model fiancee (that Harry had known from a trusted source) waiting in the shadow. He shakes his head at his keeper.

"Not now, Ron. Maybe next time."

How long will it be until next time?

#draco x harry #drarry #drarry fic #25 lives #past lives #reincarnation #draco malfoy x harry potter #draco malfoy #harry potter

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mymindsmadness · 5 years

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Dear Mum and Dad,

Happy Fanfic!Friday!!

So I’ve decided to do a whole ‘Dear Series’. Since everyone seemed to like my Dear Mrs. Maloy piece, and I really enjoyed writing it, I figured why not!? I already have another one in the works, but I got the idea for this one and had to jump on it.

Harry never knew his parents, but he liked to talk to them sometimes. Whenever things got too hard, he wrote them a letter.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, Sexuality (Drarry centric), Canon divergence,

Dear Mrs. Malfoy ||

Age 9

Dear Mum and Dad,

Aunt Petunia doesn’t know that I stole this pencil from Dudley’s school things. He wouldn’t miss it much either way. He’s not very good in school. Were you good in school, Mum? Aunt Petunia says you weren’t, but I don’t trust anything she says anymore.

Sometimes, when I’m alone in my cupboard and I can hear them eating dinner, I like to close my eyes and pretend that you’re in the kitchen. You’re making my favorite – roast beef. You’re trying to make it a surprise for my birthday, but you’re both laughing so loud I can hear you all the way up in my room. I have a room in this world too. A big room with an equally big window. In the summer, dad lets me open it and I can see all the way to the lake.

Usually, my stomach is what pulls me away from the fantasy. You wouldn’t have starved me, would you? You would have baked me cookies and dad would have snuck me midnight snacks. We would have been happy. Properly happy… wouldn’t we?

I think we would,

Harry

✍ ✍ ✍ ✍

Age 10

Dear Mum and Dad,

You wouldn’t have been very proud of me today. I accidentally set a snake on Dudley at the zoo. I didn’t mean to, honestly I didn’t. He might have been horrible to me, but I would never do anything to hurt him. Besides, it just makes Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia cross.

I wondered what it would be like to go with you both, as a family. Would you have been afraid of me when I told you I could understand the snake? Would you have locked me in the cupboard just the same?

He wasn’t a horrible snake. He just wanted to get out of his enclosure. I can understand what that feels like.

I wish you were really here... I wish I was anywhere but here.

Maybe one day someone will set me free too,

Harry

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Age 11

Dear Mum and Dad,

A wizard!? A wizard?? How could I have not known? Hagrid says you were a wizard too dad, and you mum! You were both Gryffindor’s too! I know it might be silly, but I feel proud to be in the same house. Maybe I’ve got your old bed dad? Maybe I’ve taken mum’s old seat at the Gryffindor table? And there’s food! So much food! I’m wondering how much of it I can sneak back to the Dursley’s come summer. Ron – he’s my new friend, can you believe I’ve got a friend? – said I could possibly stay at his, but I don’t want to get my hopes up.

I was almost sorted into Slythern. I thought it might not have been so bad, but that Malfoy kid made it clear what sorts are in that house. I thought that maybe his attitude in Madam Mulkin’s was all for show, but maybe some people just aren’t anything more than what they appear.

I’m going to make you both proud. I don’t care if I’m some kind of savior that defeated Voldemort. I care that I’m your son. I’m going to live up to both of your memories, you’ll see.

Love,

Harry

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Age 12

Dear Mum and Dad,

They’re saying I’m the heir of Slytherin. That can’t be true, can it? Apparently, talking to snakes isn’t normal, even for wizards. Hermione looked worried when I told her, and she’s never worried (unless we have an exam).

I think it’s Draco Malfoy. I told you more about him over the summer. Or maybe it’s Snape. I don’t trust him much either, even if he didn’t have the philosopher’s stone. I wish you were both here to give me advice, or at the very least, tell me I’m not the heir of an evil man.

Ron and Hermione want to make a Polyjuice potion to trick Maloy into admitting that he’s the heir, but I think I’m just going to confront him after classes. It would be the Gryffindor thing to do, wouldn’t it? To confront someone head on? At the very least, I might get an excuse to punch him.

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Age 13

Dear Mum and Dad,

I met my godfather today. I didn’t realize that he… that he was your friend. Like a proper friend! This is a man that knew you both. He probably hugged you. He might have kissed mum’s cheek. Lupin might have done the same. Having them… it feels like for the first time in my life I’m close to having a family. Ron and Hermione are great, but they have their own families. Draco has become a friend over the last year, but that’s still shaky. No one in our houses could know, you see. Lupin and Sirius were my family before I was even born.

I’m sorry about Pettigrew. I’m sorry that I wasn’t strong enough to take revenge when I was given the opportunity. I don’t think you would mind, though. I don’t think you’d want his blood on my hands. It wouldn’t make me much better than him, would it?

Things might just start looking up,

Harry

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Age 14

Dear Mum and Dad,

I think I’ve officially hit those troublesome teen years everyone talks about. And you’re not even here to tell me it’s going to be alright or to send me to my room when I get out of sorts. There were deatheaters at the world cup, you know. But I’d almost forgotten about them. It seems I’m a Tri-Wizard Champion. I’m not even sure how that’s allowed. The first task went well enough. Did you know they make students fight dragons? I imagined mum’s cross look when they told us about it. Or at least, what I assumed her cross look would be.

That should be enough, shouldn’t it? But I’ve got more on my mind. Besides the fact that I’m expected to dance at the Yule Ball… I just…

The thing is… I’ve been thinking about this… more so as of late. I…

Well, you know how Draco and I have become friends, yeah? Well, last night… he kissed me. And I… I kissed him too. I know Uncle Vernon would skin me, and Aunt Petunia would probably faint… but Draco said it’s not a big deal in the wizarding world. Is that true?

Would you… would you hate me? If I were gay? I don’t think I am, not really. I fancied Cho for a while, but I… I like Draco. I really like him. His hair is soft now that he’s stopped gelling it back. And his eyes… they’re the brightest shade of silver I’ve ever seen. And I like the way he makes me feel. He doesn’t care that I’m Harry Potter. He’s just as much of a git to me as he’s always been. It might seem odd to like that, but it makes me feel real. Not like some icon everyone thinks I am.

Merlin, I’m already mad about him, aren’t I?

We might have been hiding our friendship, but I think I’m done being what everyone wants me to be. I’m just… me.

I think I’ll ask him to the ball,

Harry

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Age 15

Dear Mum and Dad,

I tried… I tried so hard. I wanted to save him! I did everything! I couldn’t even hurt the woman that killed him! Bellatrix deserved it, she deserved far worse. The ministry believes me now. Everyone does. It doesn’t matter. The Prophet hardly gave a nod to Sirius’ death, but still somehow managed to write a half page about how Draco must have used me for inside information. He hasn’t even been living at the manor for the last six months. Him and Narcissa left long before Voldemort made his appearance.

And Sirius… he’s just gone. His name hardly in ink. After everything he did for you; for me. I’ve been staying in his old room. I couldn’t bring myself to let any of the order or Narcissa have it. Sometimes Draco spends the night in there. We don’t talk and we hardly move. We just lay there and soak in the room. Even Hermione and Ron won’t come in. I think I prefer it that way. It’s become my happy place. Just me, Draco, and remnants of the family I’ve never had.

Sometimes, late at night, I get angry at you. Angry that you didn’t get out of the country. Angry that you fought Voldemort in the first place. More times than not, I get angry that you’re not around for me to get angry at.

You didn’t have any right to die and leave me all alone!

HARRY

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Age 16

Dear Mum and Dad,

Is it possible to become numb to death? It’s all I can feel now. We just laid Dumbledore to rest. I should feel something, shouldn’t I? Draco didn’t cry either, but everyone else… It was a mess. All I can think about now is how much there is to do. I want to tell you about it – about everything… but I can’t if something were to happen to me and these letters were found, the last thing I would want was for someone to find out what I have to do.

This might be the last time I write in a while… I don’t think I’ll have time. You see… the war’s begun, officially it seems. Draco, Hermione, Ron and I… we have some things to take care of. You were brave enough to fight the first time around. You were both so brilliant. I want to finish it. I want to end all the suffering and pain. I never want to be numb to death again.

Wish me luck. If things go poorly… well, at least I’ll be able to finally give you these letters,

Harry

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Age 18

Dear Mum and Dad,

I feel like I’ve lived a whole lifetime. I’m only eighteen. You weren’t much older when you were killed. Did you feel this old? I managed to do it… in a way. Either way, Voldemort is dead… so are many others. I have a godson of my own now. Teddy Lupin. I’m sure you know that he was orphaned by the war. You were there with me, in the end. I got to hear your voices. If I wasn’t so preoccupied with, well, dying, I might have remembered all the things I’ve wanted to say.

You weren’t with Dumbledore, when I was dead. It’s still hard to believe that Lucius Malfoy of all people was the one to lie to Voldemort and turn the war. He looked tired. Given the way he looked at Draco and Narcissa at his trial, I think he did it more for them. I know what it’s like to want your family back. It’s a look that’s universal.

I feel like everyone is moving on. Ron accepted a job with the Aurors, but I… I’m tired. I’m tired of running for my life and dodging curses. I’m tired of being tired. McGonagall offered me a job as the new DADA teacher, assuming my NEWTs are good enough. Apparently, some of the D.A. members spoke highly of my teaching skills. She offered Draco the potions position after Slughorn retires next year.

I think it’s time for me to move on too…

I don’t want to stop writing you… if I do, it means you’re really gone.

But I have to, don’t I? I can hold onto your memories, but this isn’t a memory, it’s a crutch… a safety blanket.

I love you both, though I don’t really know you. It’s time for me to let go.

Always your son,

Harry.

“What have you got there?” Draco’s voice made Harry jump, the old papers and parchments crinkling between his fingers before he loosened his grip.

“Nothing.” Harry shook his head at Draco’s suspicious look. To his credit, he simply pushed off the doorway and raised an eyebrow. “Just some old letters. I’m feeling nostalgic.”

“Well, as much as a Malfoy loves being fashionably late, it’s simply tacky when it’s to one’s own wedding.” His face smoothed out into a familiar smile Harry loved. “Come on, love. They’re not going to wait forever.”

Folding the letters, Harry tucked them into the inner pocket of his dress robes. “No. Certainly can’t have that.” Standing, he moved to Draco, pressing a kiss to his lips. “We’ve got to keep moving.”

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #fic #mine #headcanons #I made myself sad #what have I done #it all comes back to drarry #lily potter #james potter

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Something that’s very important to me and I don’t budge on is Regulus’s continued attachment to his family and connections in the elitist pureblood society. There’s a few reasons for this, which I’ll go into here.

1. Life is Messy

Did Regulus grow thanks to his exposure to the darkest parts of his community, the reality behind their beliefs and his views become less bigoted over time? Yes. But the fact he no longer views muggleborns as filth doesn’t eradicate a lifetime of indoctrination, a need for human connection, a justified fear of rejection, still loving your family even when they’re awful, or utterly pragmatic needs like business partnerships. He’s not Sirius or Andromeda, for Regulus utterly removing himself from the society they were raised in is not an option. Life is messy and sometimes you’re the liberal-ish gay cousin at christmas dinner trying to fend off war flashbacks because your baby cousin just said the word “lake”.

Regulus -- like Draco -- became a Death Eater at 16 and in canon died at 18. By the end of the second war Regulus is 36. He saw and did terrible things at an incredibly young age, then had to totally restructure his whole world view alone with no one to really talk to about it and rebuild his entire life-- all while dealing with the physical, psychological and social consequences of his actions. While it doesn’t take him long at all to mellow out, it does take him longer to defrag his ideology and figure out what the hell he does believe now and how to express those new beliefs accurately. Basically the man’s a mess and that’s really to be expected.

2. Portraying the Spectrum

I also feel it’s very important to have people who fall more on the “Bad Side” who are well, not so bad. While on paper these topics are very black and white in reality they’re not always so clean cut. Something I’ve always hated about Harry Potter is that until about the last 2 books there’s basically not a single “Good” Slytherin even mentioned let alone seen. Yes there are people like Severus who are there from the start, but he’s not revealed to be a “Good Slytherin” until the very end, the rest of the time he’s portrayed as one of the worst ones. This always just pissed me off so much, it’s just such an unnecessary and trite demonization of a whole group-- worse, a group of children. Yes it’s the most likely place for the Dracos of the world to end up, but that doesn’t mean every single child who was ever sorted into it is a Death Eater in the making. But we never see those Slytherins and it really, really pisses me off.

Regulus is not a “Good Person” in the sense he was always secretly good and eventually ~~broke free of the evil mind control and is now Pure again~~. I hesitate to even call him a good person honestly, even though his last and only canon acts speak to someone who is unwavering good and self-sacrificing. In his youth he genuinely believed in some truly terrible things but he had his own inherit limits and morals he could not sacrifice even for his family and their beliefs. That’s important, not everyone on that side is a Bellatrix, and while being less awful than Bellatrix doesn’t exactly earn you a medal it does speak to the spectrum. He’s not the best, but he’s definitely not the worst.

By the time the first war is over Regulus is on a knife’s edge at the near perfect center of the spectrum between acceptance and bigotry. He’s proof that a Slytherin coming from the most stereotypical, toxic pureblood upbringing with all the classic Slytherin traits can still buck a lot of the script and actually manage to not be a complete bastard.

3. Never Burn Bridges You Could Still Use

In true Slytherin fashion, we come to a manipulative, Game of Thrones-y reason. This is one of the key reasons for him IC and also one of the things I think can be difficult for people to get or swallow. Where most people likely feel that the only correct option would be to pull a Sirius and disown the family-- that they themselves could never stomach putting up with all the heinous things these pureblood types say and cannot imagine someone who doesn’t believe it doing just that for any reason-- the fact is that’s not always the right move, and that there are people who can do it just fine.

Regulus isn’t a fool. He’s the well-educated, intelligent son of a rich, prominent pureblood family with lots of connections all over the place in the wizarding community who got sorted into the “win or die trying” house. Publicly renouncing half or more of those connections is frankly a terrible idea for him to do on so many levels. He loses a LOT of power, access and leverage he could actually use to do things that could actually be a boon in the long run. While unlike Severus he wasn’t --and likely doesn’t become a spy ( though that is up for debate )-- those connections could be vital for his continued survival and provide a means of keeping tabs on enemies.

Why on earth would he run around making enemies of everyone he could still use? How does that help anyone? Especially when he’s already mastered the art of placating and maneuvering these types of people.

4. Love, Sentimentality and Loyalty are just as Powerful Weaknesses as Strengths

Something we actually get from canon is that Regulus is an unquestionably loving, loyal and compassionate person. When he has Kreacher take him to the cave he drinks the potion, he sacrifices himself. This is not something someone who is not at their core compassionate, empathetic and loving does. He saw the effects the potion had on Kreacher, he heard what he had gone through, and when the time came he refused to make the elf go through that again.

"And he order-- Kreacher to leave-- without him. And he told Kreacher -- to go home-- and never to tell my Mistress-- what he had done-- but to destroy-- the first locket. And he drank-- all the potion-- and Kreacher swapped the lockets-- and watched ... as Master Regulus ... was dragged beneath the water ... and ..."

"[...] that Regulus changed his mind ... but he doesn't seem to have explained that to Kreacher, does he? And I think I know why. Kreacher and Regulus's family were all safest if they kept to the old pure-blood line. Regulus was trying to protect them all." "[...] I've said all along that wizards would pay for how they treat house-elves. Well, Voldemort did ... and so did Sirius." [...] I do not think Sirius ever saw Kreacher as a being with feelings as acute as a human's ...

This core of kindness and empathy is both what ended up causing him to defect and also what keeps him tied to what family and friends he has left. It’s hard, especially when you are so loyal and loving to cut out people who you’ve known your whole life, who you love and love you back. Bellatrix is a monster she’s easy to cut out but Narcissa? How could he really cut ties with one of his only living relatives, who’s likely his favorite cousin? Who is herself a fiercely loving and loyal woman? It would take a lot for him to finally cut ties with his loved ones still in the purist community and it’s frankly one of his greatest failings.

5. No One likes a Former Death Eater

The cruel fact of the matter is that regardless of your reformation most people will not accept or acknowledge it and treat you like you are still a monster. Regulus could try -- and does try-- to integrate more with the mainstream, but it’ll always be met with mixed success at best because he was a Death Eater. Unless he moved to a different country, it’d be difficult to really start over again completely with any real solid success. The majority of the wizarding world socially ostracizes him while still engaging with him on a business and political level because of his status. The only people who still want to have a cuppa with him are all in the same boat as him, bigots or purist sympathizers.

He’s human, and however much he’d like to gripe about people and wanting to be left alone forever to become a hermit he craves interaction, especially since he himself is an intensely social extroverted person. If he cuts these people out of his life he basically has no one to talk to anymore and he’s left totally isolated, which would frankly lead to much worse and dangerous places for him.

6. Someone here has to be the Voice of Reason

Having literally no one in that community who isn’t a total nightmare is asking for trouble. Not only because it allows the toxicity to stew and intensify unchecked but it also means no one is there to try and help the younger generations break free of the cycle. If he just left like Andromeda and Sirius he’s just making it worse by removing a more moderate voice from the communal discussion. It’s not even about trying to show them the error of their ways, that’s in fact a terrible way to go about things with people like this. It’s about diluting the toxic ideology, providing the less dangerous paths and laying out the framework that can act as the basis for someone else’s journey out of the quagmire.

For example, when looking at cults and hate groups, the worst way to reach those people is by trying to point out everything wrong and arguing with them, it only entrenches them more. You make more progress by staying close and quietly slipping in the information and tools they need to work things out themselves. Telling someone they’re in a destructive cult will get you nothing, but telling them about this book you read about some terrible cult and all the signs of one you learned from it and isn’t that just wild? These people are bad news huh? Here give it a read yourself-- Is far more effective in the long run.

By being there he acts as a moderate, neutral adult figure who the children can both model and look to for support. He’s much safer than most of their families and willing to be the sounding board for their own debates and give advice from a place of having literally been right where they are now. He can act as a mid-point between the extremely insular and toxic pureblood community, the mainstream wizarding world, and thanks to his time in hiding, the muggle world for purebloods looking to escape or just broaden themselves.

#meta tbt.#reference tbt.#i'm not formatting this more than it is bc i don't hate myself #and i'm not bothering with a cut bc fuck the police #hc tbt #ooc tbt

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FAQ Fics: Rare Pairs

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gedwimora · 4 years

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Reposting this instead of just reblogging this from Regulus’ main bc it’s Very Long and I originally made the choice to not cut it because of its importance, which was fine for his main but on here it’s a bit much imo. So naturally I’ve had to repost in order to cut.

1. Life is Messy

Regulus – like Draco – became a Death Eater at 16 and in canon died at 18. By the end of the second war Regulus is 36. He saw and did terrible things at an incredibly young age, then had to totally restructure his whole world view alone with no one to really talk to about it and rebuild his entire life– all while dealing with the physical, psychological and social consequences of his actions. While it doesn’t take him long at all to mellow out, it does take him longer to defrag his ideology and figure out what the hell he does believe now and how to express those new beliefs accurately. Basically the man’s a mess and that’s really to be expected.

2. Portraying the Spectrum

I also feel it’s very important to have people who fall more on the “Bad Side” who are well, not so bad. While on paper these topics are very black and white in reality they’re not always so clean cut. Something I’ve always hated about Harry Potter is that until about the last 2 books there’s basically not a single “Good” Slytherin even mentioned let alone seen. Yes there are people like Severus who are there from the start, but he’s not revealed to be a “Good Slytherin” until the very end, the rest of the time he’s portrayed as one of the worst ones. This always just pissed me off so much, it’s just such an unnecessary and trite demonization of a whole group– worse, a group of children. Yes it’s the most likely place for the Dracos of the world to end up, but that doesn’t mean every single child who was ever sorted into it is a Death Eater in the making. But we never see those Slytherins and it really, really pisses me off.

3. Never Burn Bridges You Could Still Use

In true Slytherin fashion, we come to a manipulative, Game of Thrones-y reason. This is one of the key reasons for him IC and also one of the things I think can be difficult for people to get or swallow. Where most people likely feel that the only correct option would be to pull a Sirius and disown the family– that they themselves could never stomach putting up with all the heinous things these pureblood types say and cannot imagine someone who doesn’t believe it doing just that for any reason– the fact is that’s not always the right move, and that there are people who can do it just fine.

Regulus isn’t a fool. He’s the well-educated, intelligent son of a rich, prominent pureblood family with lots of connections all over the place in the wizarding community who got sorted into the “win or die trying” house. Publicly renouncing half or more of those connections is frankly a terrible idea for him to do on so many levels. He loses a LOT of power, access and leverage he could actually use to do things that could actually be a boon in the long run. While unlike Severus he wasn’t –and likely doesn’t become a spy ( though that is up for debate )– those connections could be vital for his continued survival and provide a means of keeping tabs on enemies.

4. Love, Sentimentality and Loyalty are just as Powerful Weaknesses as Strengths

“And he order– Kreacher to leave– without him. And he told Kreacher – to go home– and never to tell my Mistress– what he had done– but to destroy– the first locket. And he drank– all the potion– and Kreacher swapped the lockets– and watched … as Master Regulus … was dragged beneath the water … and …”

“[…] that Regulus changed his mind … but he doesn’t seem to have explained that to Kreacher, does he? And I think I know why. Kreacher and Regulus’s family were all safest if they kept to the old pure-blood line. Regulus was trying to protect them all.” “[…] I’ve said all along that wizards would pay for how they treat house-elves. Well, Voldemort did … and so did Sirius.” […] I do not think Sirius ever saw Kreacher as a being with feelings as acute as a human’s …

5. No One likes a Former Death Eater

The cruel fact of the matter is that regardless of your reformation most people will not accept or acknowledge it and treat you like you are still a monster. Regulus could try – and does try– to integrate more with the mainstream, but it’ll always be met with mixed success at best because he was a Death Eater. Unless he moved to a different country, it’d be difficult to really start over again completely with any real solid success. The majority of the wizarding world socially ostracizes him while still engaging with him on a business and political level because of his status. The only people who still want to have a cuppa with him are all in the same boat as him, bigots or purist sympathizers.

6. Someone here has to be the Voice of Reason

#headcanon / regulus black.

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