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atror173 · 11 months
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Happy Birthday Draco!
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sophiesstreet · 10 months
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My birthday art for Draco from earlier this month
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nobodybutapathetic · 11 months
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My Little Birthday Boy
Pairing: birthday boy Draco and Y/N
Summary: It was finally the moment you’ve been waiting for. The birthday of the one and only Draco Malfoy. You then decided to surprise him as it was June 5…
Warning: cuteness
A/N: AAAAA IT’S FINALLY DRACO’S BIRTHDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DRACO! YOU ARE LOVED BY US 💚
(Also, I’m sorry for not really being active here on tumblr I was too busy in TikTok lol q-q hope y’all understand and enjoy!)
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“Y/N! Guess what?!” Pansy yelled, shaking my arms.
“Ow Pansy! What is it?” I said, turning my head to her while raising a brow.
“Do you really not know?” She asked.
“What do you mea-“ I paused then finally realized what today was.
“It’s Draco’s birthday!” I said, excitingly.
“Mhm finally! Took you a bit long!” She chuckled as she pointed at her bed filled with presents.
“Wow you actually bought a lot of gifts.” I said, surprised.
”Of course! He’s our best friend anyway!” She chuckled then raised a brow, “How about you? Have you gotten him anything?” She asked.
“Yes I did actually.” I said, pulling out a medium box that had so many things inside.
“Woah that’s a big box! Can I see what’s inside pretty please?” She asked, giving me puppy eyes.
“You’ll see at Draco’s birthday, Pansy. I don’t wanna spoil it to anyone other than myself!” I said, hiding the box somewhere in my vanity.
”Ugh fine. But anyways, there’s a few more hours left before his birthday starts. How about we go wear some dresses to impress him?” She suggested, giving me a wink.
“Sounds fun!” I said, smiling as we both chose our dresses.
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A few hours later, it was finally Draco’s birthday. Me and Pansy looked absolutely stunning as she had a black long dress on as I had a red short dress. I wore light makeup as Pansy wore something thick. She really wanted to catch Draco’s impression as she held the gifts for Draco to give him.
“Are you ready to go now?” Pansy asked, seeming more excited.
“Mhm.” I said, nodding as I held the present box. I know I only brought a single medium box filled with things but I had one certain gift that I’ll give Draco in the end…
Pansy then apparated us to the Malfoy Manor’s door step, knocking on the door as it flung open, only to reveal the room being decorated with such beautiful and exquisite accessories. Although, one that outshined the most was the “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DRACO!” Letters floating in the air with sparkles by magic. Draco then saw us and approached us with a big smile.
“Hey ladies! It’s nice to know you came!” He smiled before talking again. “Please enter! And you can leave the presents over there” He said, pointing at the huge table filled with lots of gifts.
“Alright!” Me and Pansy said in unison as we both entered inside the mesmerizing manor, placing the gifts on the table filled with other various gifts.
“It’s lovely here, Draco!” I said, coming up to him.
“Well, it isn’t as lovely as you~” He winked, which made me blush.
“Oh stop with the flirting, Draco.” I said, rolling my eyes.
Draco chuckled. “Yeah yeah. Anyways, watch me blow the candle later, ‘kay?” He asked which I nodded at.
“Of course.” I said, smiling.
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A few minutes later, Draco sat on the fancy chair as we sang him a happy birthday. After all the singing, Draco blew the candles out as we all clapped.
“Thank you all!” He said, smiling as he stood up and sliced the cake.
“Happy birthday, Draco!” I said, giving him a smile.
“Thanks, Y/N” He smiled.
“Why don’t you open your gifts now?” I said, still smiling at him, waiting for his response.
“Yeah sure! I’ll start with..” He started thinking as he chose a random gift. “This?” He asked as I nodded.
After a few minutes of Draco opening some gifts, he then opened mines.
“I gave that gift, by the way!” I smiled as he looked at me and returned the smile.
“Wow really? Well I must say, it’s really too much!” He said, chuckling until he opened the cover and gasped.
“W-what?! A full set of the new black suit clothes!? I always wanted to get this but.. it never came out!” He then turned to me and gave me a hug as I chuckled and hugged him back.
“Did you like it?” I smiled.
“I don’t like it.. I love it!” He said, smiling as he then looked at the box again. “Thank you thank you thank you so much!” He said, hugging me again but tightly.
“Anytime! But there’s also one more gift I wanna give you..” I said, this time blushing.
“Huh? What is it?” He said, curiously.
“This.” I said before leaning in, giving him a kiss.
His eyes widened at the sudden movement of mine until he gave in, pulling me by my waist as he kissed me back.
I then pulled away and looked into his eyes.
“Wow I-.. Just.. Woah.. I didn’t expect that you’d do that but.. Merlin… This gotta be the best gift of my life!” He said, smiling as he blushed crazily. I just giggled at his response as I sigh happily.
“Sorry. I thought you’d like it” I said, rubbing my shoulders.
“Well I do! Mind giving me it again?” He asked, shyly.
“Yeah sure!” I said before wrapping my arms around him and kissing him again.
After a few seconds of kissing, we pulled away.
“I’m really happy that we’re together now.. you’re just so special, you know? I’m really the luckiest birthday boy to exist!” He said, happily.
“I’m happy too.” I said, caressing his cheeks as I looked at him lovingly.
“I love you.” He said, smiling softly.
“I love you too, Draco.” I said smiling.
“Then again, happy birthday, Draco.”
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the-paper-monkey · 11 months
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What are your favourite Draco fics that aren’t drarry?
I've recced a couple of dron and dreville fics here
For some additional recs that I couldn't fit in that list:
Neville/Draco
The Ugly Duckling and the Peacock by Vukovich
“Aye,” Hagrid said, nodding somberly. “Yer a Veela, Draco. Well, a bit."
Ron/Draco
Dance the Night Away (aka. It's True Love, you Bastards) by Evandar
It wasn’t Malfoy’s fault that Ron asked him to the Ball as a joke and then chickened out of admitting it. Everything else, however, is Malfoy’s fault. All of it. Except…Ron really can’t bring himself to care.
Resting With the Enemy by Lokifan
(Pre-)eighth-year hurt/comfort. Ron’s used to obsessive people, but this is something else.
Archipelago by Mad_Maudlin
There's a difference between being lonely and being alone. Draco Malfoy is alone. Ron Weasley is quite probably insane.
Sirius/Draco
Stay by gypsyflame
War is coming, and Narcissa is scared for Draco. So she turns to the only person she can think of – Sirius Black.
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efinna · 2 years
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Covid finally got me so I haven’t had energy for anything too complicated lately, but please enjoy this quick sketch for Draco’s 42nd birthday!
I love them so much and definitely want to flesh this out one day.
Also on the mend and working on a few more things to show you soon! ♥
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detectivejigsawpines · 11 months
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In honor of both Stan and Ford's birthday, and @guardianoflightanddarkness's birthday.
And in honor of Lord of the Rings, on general principle of being one of the best movie trilogies ever made (which makes The Hobbit trilogy all the more disappointing since we know Peter Jackson was capable of doing so much better).
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thebooktopus · 2 years
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happy birthday to @academicdisasterfic and @wolfpants and Draco!! I hope you have the loveliest of days, thank you both for all the good things you put into this world. 💖 here's a little birthday Draco... don't worry, their day gets better. (400 words, M for briefest mention of oral sex)
Draco's birthday started off on a low note. Their tea spilled down the front of their new silk shirt, which they then ruined with a careless scourgify. Trying to find a new outfit made them late to work, and they forgot to make themself a new cuppa before they left, so they were stuck making due with the dregs available in the office.
No one wished them a happy birthday, even though they knew that Susan maintained a birthday calendar for the office. They ate lunch in the cafeteria alone, and the kitchen forgot the mustard on their sandwich.
Their boss harassed them about paperwork that wasn't due until the end of the week, which Draco very much had under control, thank you. The dressing down they received meant they were late getting to the Floo, putting them at the height of rush hour and at the end of a seemingly endless queue.
By the time they knocked on the door to Harry's flat, they were done with the day.
“Happy birthday!” Harry answered, his face falling instantly. “Draco? Baby, what's wrong?”
Draco stepped into Harry's open arms and buried their face against Harry's shoulder, the scratchy wool unpleasant against their face. “Bad day.”
Harry coaxed them onto the sofa, pulling Draco into his arms. “I'm sorry, darling. Higgins?”
“Was a complete arse,” Draco mumbled.
“What else?”
All of the unfortunate incidents of the day spilled out of Draco, and Harry made sympathetic noises as he rubbed Draco's back.
“Give me five minutes, will you be okay here?” Harry settled them down on the sofa, and Draco nodded.
A few minutes later, Harry padded back into the room. “Okay!” He clapped his hands. “Our reservation at Sketch is pushed back until next weekend. Thai food is on the way, I got extra spring rolls, and there's half a tub of double chocolate chunk ice cream in the freezer. Oh, and accio hoodie and joggers!” The comfy clothes of Harry's that Draco had commandeered flew into his hands. “Now, change, decide if you want head now or later or not at all, and pick a film.”
Draco pulled Harry down onto their lap, his weight a comfort. “How did you know?”
“I just know you. One cosy evening in, coming right up.” The smile Harry directed at them was a gift.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. Happy birthday, darling.”
<<previous microfic>>
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agoldengirlx · 2 years
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…Hermione told a story about the sun falling in love with the unfreeable moon who only was visible in the fleeting moments of dawn and dusk.
Draco had returned for the beginning of the tale and stayed throughout.
"Are you the sun?" he asked hours later when they were alone. His hand travelled a familiar course up and down her back while she battled between grounding herself and flying away. "Or are you the moon?”
"Neither. I'm Earth." Too tired to do anything more, Hermione closed her eyes and relaxed with the rhythm of his heart in her ear and the slow rise and fall of his chest under the palm of her aching hand.
"Who are you?"
"The moon."
Untouchable to the lonely sun, but locked in an orbital dance with Earth.
Held at arm's length by gravity.
Measure of a Man by @inadaze22
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r-dee-art · 2 years
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Happy Birthday to (all my different versions of) Draco Malfoy! 💚🐍🎂🥂
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gloivy · 2 years
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Get the Girl
All Draco could think about on the morning of his forty-second birthday was that his twenty-first was half his life ago. Meaning that he had been pining after Hermione Granger for half of his entire life.
Well, he wasn’t going to wait another year.
AO3
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coffeedrgn87 · 2 years
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Happy Birthday, Draco!
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Happy Birthday 🥳, Draco, my fellow Gemini ♊ and Slytherin 🐉! To celebrate your special day, I wrote you a little something. May happiness always be with you and Gamma Draconis, your constellation's brightest star guide and protect you on your path.
Title: γ Draconis, the brightest star Rating: E CW: None WC: 803 words Fluff, Happiness, Smut, Love, Established Relationship, Just A Tender Moment In Time
🌟🌟🌟
Draco drifts in that precious space between a world of fantasy and wakefulness, half-awake and half-asleep, equally content with indulging in another silly dream or a passive move towards allowing the morning to rouse him naturally.
A pair of velvety soft lips gently press a kiss to his forehead.
In response, Draco’s lips curl into a smile. He allows his eyes to flutter open, and as his vision adjusts and sharpens, he finds himself staring into a pair of deep moss green eyes.
“Morning,” Harry murmurs.
Even though he’s been awake for longer, his voice is still raspy with sleep. It sends a shiver down Draco’s spine. He stretches luxuriously, then curls into the warm body beside him, soaking up the snug feeling of being in the arms of the man he loves.
“Happy Birthday, my love.”
Draco hums contentedly and buries his face in Harry’s chest, inhaling deeply. Harry smells of everything right with the world. He smells of goodness, kindness, freshness, love, tenderness, and eternity. It’s exquisite and shifting; Draco moves a bit closer and pushes a foot between Harry’s legs for that bit of extra closeness.
Harry huffs a laugh into his hair and kisses the top of his head.
“You’re perfect like this.”
A warm hand with callused fingertips slides around Draco’s waist, slides up his spine and finds a home between his shoulder blades. The other hand tugs on the silken tie that keeps Draco’s long hair together when he sleeps. The loose ponytail comes apart, and fingers bury into it, playing with the soft strands. Draco tilts his head up just enough to solicit a kiss. Harry indulges him, kissing him softly, tenderly, reverently. It feels familiar and brand-new, intimate and exciting, easy and electrifying. Draco lets it intoxicate him, giving in to the fire that burns deep within him.
Heat licks through him, teasing every inch of him, and soon enough, he finds himself on his back with his arms above his head, buried underneath the mountain of pillows. His and Harry’s fingers are laced together, and as Harry deepens their kiss, he slides on top of him. Draco’s legs fall open, welcoming the gentle but fiery assault on his person, a fitting way to begin celebrating his forty-second birthday.
They find an easy rhythm, something bold but simple, uncomplicated. Compared to their usual shenanigans, this is tame, but it’s blissful and exactly what Draco wants. Harry’s knowledge of his body is unmatched; he knows every sensitive spot, can read Draco like a book, understands the signs, and recognises all of Draco’s little tells.
Draco revels in it, allows Harry to take the lead, spoil him, and take him higher and higher until they’re both flying somewhere among the stars, frolicking about with something they both know will eventually explode, sending them spiralling right out of control. Their bodies are slick with sweat, easily sliding against each other as they kiss, teasing each other with tiny nips, little licks, and deep strokes. They share the same air, sucking it deep into their lungs which demand more, more, more. Draco shares that sentiment. He, too, wants more, more, more and now, now, now. Thankfully, Harry isn’t one to deny him, and the grand finale robs Draco of all his senses.
Breathless, perspired, and with heavy-lidded eyes, Draco lies on his back, licks his kiss-swollen lips and grins goofily.
“This is almost better than cake,” he mumbles.
Beside him, Harry, also breathless, laughs.
“Does that mean I don’t need to run downstairs to get your birthday slices?”
Draco opens one eye halfway and attempts to glower at Harry.
He isn’t very effective.
“Don’t you dare, Potter.”
Harry giggles now.
“Your wish is my command, my dear husband.”
Draco snorts but basks in the warm cocoon of Harry’s words. He reaches for Harry’s hand, takes it in his own, and squeezes it gently.
“Another year older.”
“Another year wiser?”
Draco laughs.
“Time will tell.”
“Not if we squander it in bed.”
“As if there’s a better way to spend one’s birthday.”
“Well, we could grab brunch at your favourite place out in Kensington?”
Draco stretches, rolls onto his side and places one hand underneath his head. He looks at Harry and smiles, feeling like the kitten who just got the cream.
“I am tempted.”
“Good, because we have a reservation for 11 am.”
“What time is it now?”
Harry lifts his arm, and Draco watches him squint at his Muggle wristwatch.
“Just gone nine.”
Draco hums softly.
“Enough time for a bath and sloppy kisses among a sea of bubbles.”
Harry’s suggestion perplexes Draco.
“How did you know?”
Harry shrugs beside him.
“I know my husband.”
This melts Draco’s heart, and he steals another birthday kiss from the man who stole his heart a little over three decades ago.
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Rumour has it
"Harry! You were recently spotted having tea with Narcissa Malfoy. Care to elaborate on that?" Rita Skeeter trills. "Is Ms Parkinson designing your wedding robes? You were seen exiting her shop."
Harry huffs incredulously. Skeeter is barmy if she thinks he's going to comment.
"Draco!" she calls and Harry's eyes light up as the blonde approaches them. "Rumour has it, you're getting married in an intimate ceremony in Mykonos this July?"
Draco sneers, deftly pushing the magical microphone away from his face and grabbing Harry's hand. "Rumours," he enunciates, "are spread by fools and accepted by idiots." Turning on his heel he waves with his left hand where a gold band glistens on his ring finger.
Just a lil something for our fav blonde's - Draco's - birthday 💛
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callmehlinh · 11 months
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Wishing a happy birthday to my favourite ferret like I’m not 2 days late :)
p/s: I repost again but this time It is a lot better and Dray looks like me right now cuz It’s freaking 4 am here. ( the 2nd pic is the fixed one )
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the-paper-monkey · 11 months
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That time of the year 😍
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megan-p-cook · 2 years
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Cherry on the Cake | Hermione x Draco [4.3k] 🍰
On the morning of his thirtieth birthday, Draco Malfoy wakes up alone.
His girlfriend is nowhere in sight.
He stretches himself out across the mattress, groaning in satisfaction as his limbs loosen and his back cracks. He blinks away the drowsiness, slowly adjusting to the sharp sunlight streaming into their bedroom, leaving behind a soft golden hue.
Slipping from the sheets, he pulls a pair of boxers up his legs and throws on the first t-shirt he can find. He pads into the en suite, splashing cold water over his face. He runs a wet hand through his hair before gargling a swig of mouthwash.
He can hear a distinct clattering coming from the kitchen as he steps onto the landing. Curiosity carries him down the staircase. What the hell is Hermione doing at this time of the morning?
A loud bang resounds through the hallway, which sends him running, fearful that his missing girlfriend may have injured herself. When he reaches the bottom of the stairs he barges into the kitchen without a second thought. “Baby, are you okay? What’s going—oh.”
[Read on AO3]
Happy Birthday, Draco 💛
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LITTLE FERRET!!!!!
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(i see know difference)
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