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azastr · 10 months

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Hairbrushed Hearts

Draco Malfoy

Description : Draco developing a habit of doing Y/n's hair over the years

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Draco's First Attempt

Draco sat on the edge of the bed in his dorm , Y/n seated in front of him on a cushioned stool. The dim candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow across the room as Draco ran his fingers through her unruly Y/hc hair. He had always found solace in the task of taming her locks, and tonight was no different. As he gently brushed through the strands, Y/n closed her eyes, leaning back into his touch.

"Draco, you have such a knack for this," she murmured, her voice filled with contentment.

He smirked, his fingers weaving effortlessly through her hair. "It's just one of my many talents, darling," he replied, his tone laced with playful arrogance. "Besides, I have to make sure you look presentable. Can't have my girlfriend running around with a mess on her head, now can I?"

Y/n chuckled, swatting him playfully on the arm. "You're insufferable, you know that?" she said, a fondness evident in her voice.

"But you love me anyway," Draco teased, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against her temple.

Habit Continues

It had been a few months since Draco and Y/n's wedding, and they were settling into their married life together. Draco was still adjusting to the idea of being married , but he couldn't deny the growing affection he felt for Y/n. One morning, as they sat together in their cozy living room, Y/n was struggling with her unruly hair.

"Draco, I can't seem to get my hair to cooperate today," she sighed, frustration evident in her voice. Her Y/hc locks tumbled around her shoulders in an untamed fashion.

Draco looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, let me have a go at it, love. You know my talent for taming your wild locks," he offered, a playful smile playing on his lips.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, unsure of what to expect. Nevertheless, she handed him a hairbrush and sat back, watching as Draco approached her with a newfound determination. His fingers gently sifted through her hair, unraveling the knots and taming the wild strands.

As he worked, Draco found himself growing more and more engrossed in the task. The silky texture of Y/n's hair slipped through his fingers, and he reveled in the intimate act of caring for her in this simple way. Gradually, the unruly tresses began to submit to his touch, transforming into a sleek and elegant style that framed Y/n's face.

When he finished, Draco stepped back to admire his handiwork. Y/n turned to look at herself in the mirror, her emerald eyes widening in surprise and delight. "Draco, you did it! You actually tamed my hair," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Draco couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at her reaction. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her temple. "Only for you, my darling," he murmured softly.

A Daily Ritual

Months turned into years, and Draco's newfound talent for styling Y/n's hair became a daily ritual. Each morning, they would sit in front of the vanity mirror in their shared bedroom, Draco standing behind Y/n with the hairbrush in hand. It had become their private moment, a way for them to connect and start the day in an intimate and loving manner.

Draco's fingers moved with practiced ease through Y/n's tresses, unraveling any knots and weaving them into intricate braids or elegant updos. Sometimes, he would experiment with different hairstyles, trying out new techniques he had learned from professional hairdressers or simply improvising.

Y/n would close her eyes, savoring the gentle touch of her husband's hands on her scalp. The sensation was soothing and comforting, a reminder of the love that had grown between them. She trusted Draco implicitly, allowing him to mold her hair into any style he desired, knowing that he would always make her look beautiful.

Occasionally, their son Scorpius would wander into their bedroom, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. At six years old, he had already developed a deep admiration for his father and a desire to emulate him in every way possible. He would perch himself on the edge of the bed, watching intently as Draco worked his magic on Y/n's hair.

"Can I help, Daddy?" Scorpius would ask, his voice filled with eagerness.

Draco would smile and ruffle his son's hair affectionately. "Of course, Scorp. Here, take this brush and try combing through Mummy's hair," he would say, passing Scorpius a smaller brush.

Father and Son Bonding

As the years went by, Draco noticed that Scorpius had developed a keen interest in hair styling, just like his father. It had become a shared passion between them, a way for them to bond and spend quality time together.

Draco and Scorpius would often find themselves in front of the vanity mirror, with Y/n sitting patiently between them. While Draco worked on one side of her head, Scorpius would take the other, mirroring his father's movements with a childlike enthusiasm.

Together, they would experiment with different hairstyles, laughing and joking as they tried to outdo each other. Sometimes, Scorpius would come up with imaginative creations that left both Draco and Y/n in fits of laughter.

As Scorpius combed through Y/n's hair, he would occasionally glance up at his mother, his eyes shining with adoration. "Mummy, you look so pretty," he would say, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Y/n would return his smile, her heart filled with warmth. "Thank you, sweetheart. You and Daddy make me feel beautiful every day," she would reply, her voice tinged with love.

A Shared Tradition

As time passed, the habit of doing Y/n's hair became a cherished tradition for the Malfoy family. It was something they looked forward to every morning, a moment of connection and love amidst the chaos of their daily lives.

Draco and Scorpius had become skilled in their craft, each with their own unique flair. They would take turns, one styling Y/n's hair while the other watched, ready to offer compliments or suggestions. It had become a dance of love, a symphony of trust and affection.

Sometimes, Y/n would join in the fun, attempting to style Draco or Scorpius' hair, much to their amusement. They would all end up in fits of laughter, hairbrushes and hair ties strewn across the room, as they playfully teased and styled each other.

Through the years, their love only grew stronger, intertwined with the simple act of taming Y/n's unruly locks. It was a constant reminder of their journey from enemies to lovers, a testament to the power of love and forgiveness.

In the quiet moments, as Draco's fingers glided through Y/n's hair, and Scorpius followed suit, the room would be filled with an unspoken understanding—a bond that transcended words. They were a family, united by love and the shared joy of caring for one another, one strand of hair at a time.

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I need someone to do my hair too

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rockingrobin69 · 7 months

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Honourable Defeat

Harry bumped his hip into the chest of drawers in the usual place he normally bumped it. The corridor was narrow, but that wasn’t the problem: from this spot you could see into the living room, and on the rug was a sight so fucking impossible Harry normally lost a bit of, er. Focus. No, he had to focus, because he was carrying two cups of very-very hot tea (Draco doesn’t take it unless it can seriously damage his tongue). Had to focus, because this would be happening a lot now, every day even. Grinning, buzzing with all this giddy—excitement—bumping into the cabinet too, whatever, breathlessly spilling into the room.

“Hello there,” said a voice so soft that Harry had to spit out, “Malfoy. Malfoys.”

To the lump on the rug, wrapped in blue, sticky-smile smeared all across his face and a tuft of blond hair in his fist.

“Darling,” Draco said, half a laugh and half a cry, and Harry didn’t know if he meant him or the baby before, “sweetheart, that rather hurts. Ow. Please, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Scorpius must have minded, because all he did was giggle. Looked up at Harry, sharing the incredulity, probably, the absolute gob-smacking heart-crushing delight at seeing Draco like this. Sprawled on the floor in his crisp trousers and vest still buttoned, his face soft with laughter. Harry—erm. Was, erm. Not invincible.

“What?” Draco cried, or demanded, looking up at Harry now with that terrible smile, “not you, too? I was looking forward to having a conversation with at least one intelligent adult today.”

“The meeting,” Harry groaned. “They didn’t approve your request?”

Draco sighed, rolled so he lay on his back, hair still caught in Scorp’s fist. “No. It seems that adding a nursery is simply not feasible for the company at this time. The board suggested I gave up my position.”

“And?”

He snorted. “And nothing. I spent the afternoon trying to teach Scorpius how to curse. Nothing severe, maybe just jelly-legs, or, calling our CEO a bloody wanker would be nice.”

“Draco!” dropping to his elbows, helplessly drawn closer, “is that the kind of language—”

“Oh come on, Potter, he’s not even one. He doesn’t know what the word means.”

He smelled like Scorp’s lavender shampoo. His eyes, when they landed on Harry, grey and warm. “What?” Harry asked, voice thick with a smile, and Draco shook his head, then winced.

“Ow—Merlin’s sake, Scorp, you have the grip of a giant. Hey, maybe he’d end up a Catcher.” Turning back to Harry, the tiniest movement, “I thought you went to make tea?”

The cups were cooling on the table. “Forget tea, we’re not rooting for our son ending up a Catcher.”

“Any position in a Quidditch team,” Draco said in his dry tone, but his whole face lit up like a spark, making Harry hear what he actually said, making him—choke on something in his throat. “It’s the game that matters, Harry.”

“The game,” he agreed nonsensically. “Draco—”

“We’ll have to find a solution, of course. For the nursery situation. Now that my bloody wanker of a boss made taking Scorp to work impossible.”

Scorpius made a bright sound, something like laughter, and both of them turned to him, this little lump of a smiling face. “Well done, my love,” Draco cooed, and Harry—erm—didn’t cry or anything, but he did make a sort of sniffling sound, “Smith is a bloody wanker, hmm?”

“Draco!” Harry squealed, and he looked back with a devilish grin.

“Apologies. I wouldn’t want to teach… our son such language.”

They lay just lay there for a moment. Draco’s chest going with Harry’s rhythm, up, down, and this thing on his face, uncertain and—happy. Harry took his hand.

“Exactly. I’d expect you on your best behaviour from now on, Malfoy.”

“Of course,” with a flutter of those endless lashes. Scooting a touch closer on the rug. It carried the table, the one with the tea, another possible future disaster: Harry didn’t care about this either.

“Come here,” hand behind Draco’s head, another hand coming to cup his cheek. “You gorgeous, silly thing.”

“Harry,” half a moan, half a whisper, and his eyes closing, delicate lashes on Harry’s face, mouth coming up for a kiss. “Ha—ow!” and then started laughing, hysterical waves of it, loud in Harry’s ear: “Scorp, love, you have to let go, ha ha, ow, that really does, ha, hurt, you scoundrel,” and Harry was laughing too, was weak, in fact, in the centre of his core was weak for this, was defeated.

“You two,” he mumbled, swallowed, are my whole heart, a little frightened and deliriously overjoyed. On the rug, Scorp continued making nonsensical sounds, and Harry and Draco kept laughing.

(Flufftober day 17. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

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blue--ingenue · 12 days

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the way he squeezes his eyes when he hugs scorpius 😭

the hand placement when they stumble as the train departs 😭

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xx-thedarklord-xx · 5 months

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Tricks and Giggles

Professor Malfoy rarely gave extra credit, the harsh and bitter teacher that he was. So, when it was announced that all they had to do was get his son—Scorpius, who was still a baby—to interact with their Magic, they all assumed it would be a walk in the park. How hard could it be?

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aiuredsworld · 6 months

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Grocery time~🛒

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chamomileteafuel · 2 years

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Grimmauld Series #1 "Scorpius and dear old Scarhead sharing a bonding moment in Grimmauld Place's abysmal library (if one could even call it that). Featuring dear Teddy's attempts to 'lighten up the place' by way of strings adorned with muggle 'fairy lights' (though upon further inspection their seems to be a distinct lack of fairies, so I assume he's taking the mick.) The absurdities one must put up with while surrounded by Gryffindork influence, at least Scorpius seems to be adapting to his new surroundings, regardless." - DLM

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rinamorten · 1 year

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"Do you like my daddy?" asks little Scorpius gently petting her hand.

Draco dropped his now 4 year old son at her bookstore for children's book reading. Even though the reading ended freaking 15 minutes ago she actually doesn't mind having little Scorpi with her. Which is strange cause she doesn't like children in general.

"No".

"Why? I think he's cute... don't you think the same?"

"No, Scrop, I don't think you father is cute."

"But... but... maybe hantsome?" he pursing his lip and she can't stand his cute face.

And maybe... maybe she really think that Draco Malfoy in a way is cute. And DILF...

"It's handsome, love. And maybe yes. I find your father handsome. And you too."

"Wohoa." he screams.

"And he is a PIA." she mutteres under her breath hopping that Scorp won't hear her. But she guesses that it's just not her day, cause Scorpius looks at her with a very serious face and asks "What a pia?"

And suddenly she needs to find a way to tell something... something appropriate.

"Ehm... PIA... Pia means a Parent I Adore..."

"Is it?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

5 hour later Malfoy house

"Daddy, daddy, you know what miss Mione told me today?"

Draco chuckles slightly while tucking his son to bed.

"No, what?"

"She told me you are a PIA."

He stops immediately. Turns his eyes to his son watching him smile with one of the biggest smiles. That's making him to burrow his eyebrows.

"She told you that I'm a pia, correct?"

"Mghm... do you know what it means, daddy?"

"No, son, but enlight me."

"It means," he starts wishpering like it's the biggest secret in the world, "the parent I adore."

It doesn't make any sense to him. Did she... Did she just assault him or does she think about him in a way he thinks of her. Fuck, Hermione Granger definitely messing with his head.

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cluelesspigeons · 7 months

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This is written for the prompt “zenith” from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 92

Drarry microfic: flutter

Draco looked up at the burning sun. It was well past its zenith, though it was still too hot outside. He couldn’t risk his fair skin turning into a lobster.

He glanced at the glittering ocean in front of him. He could just about make out the messy blob of dark hair between the waves and the blue water.

His smile softened as he saw Harry hold little Scorpius high above the water, jumping around. He had never thought the sight would make his heart flutter like that. It was truly perfect.

Prompt from June 6th

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jomiddlemarch · 3 months

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nothing that was without wings would escape

“I Owled Molly,” Hermione said, tossing the words over her shoulder while she fussed with the copper teakettle. It was better to have her back to him. She knew he’d never curse her from behind, no matter how incensed he was. She’d violated his explicit directive not to ask advice from Molly Weasley and she hadn’t wanted to make him address why exactly Molly was verboten, especially since Hermione was now mostly a Weasley hanger-on, the sister Harry wouldn’t do without, even if she and Ron had crumbled like an old tea-biscuit after six months of attempting a romance.

“I told you not to,” Draco replied. His voice was low and he’d tried to purge all the frustrated anger from it because it was widely agreed that babies could sense emotion and they didn’t need another reason for Scorpius to cry.

“Desperate times,” Hermione said. “You know the rest.”

“I already asked my mother. And Andromeda,” Draco said, continuing to walk in a nearly symmetric oval path around the dimly lit kitchen, a brief jog to avoid the end of the oak refectory table he used for breakfast and that once upon a time, Hermione had had the most delightfully filthy fantasies about defiling with him. That had been pre-exposure to Scorpius or rather, pre-exposure to Scorpius’s colic.

(She would have felt worse about lusting after a recently widowed man, but he’d made it clear he and Astoria had had an arranged marriage that would have lasted a lifetime except that she’d insisted she wanted a baby, knowing her ancestral bloodcurse wouldn’t allow her to survive her labor. It had seemed a very rum deal to Hermione and she’d had to balance dislike with pity. Adding in sexual attraction wasn’t the straw that broke the camel’s back. It was just a straw.)

(After his son was born, Draco told her, just once, that Scorpius was worth it. All of it. She’d starting falling in love then. It didn’t seem like she’d ever hit the ground and not because she was a witch. She’d never gotten any better at broom-work.)

(She could get away with lengthy parentheticals because Draco was still trying, unsuccessfully, to get Scorpius to pipe down and was distracted. It was a double-edged sword, his distraction, but she was a Gryffindor and had been trained how to wield an enchanted goblin-wrought claymore if the situation called for it.)

“And your aunt and mother have raised three children between them, two Metamorphagi, from whom no significant data can be drawn because Metamorphagi don’t follow standard developmental guidelines and additionally Teddy’s father was a werewolf. Narcissa made no secret of the fact she relied on House-elves and nannies,” Hermione pointed out, arranging a pair of mugs for the tea she was brewing. The caffeine was irrelevant, as it seemed they were never going to sleep again. “Andromeda baked you a lemon sponge cake and your mother suggested you leave him and spend a few weeks in Antibes, getting some color, taking the yacht out for a spin. My parents would only have recommended you put him on Muggle meds for reflux and you’ve already ruled that out.”

“The Healers said it wasn’t reflux, that’s why,” Draco said. Scorpius was crying but it wasn’t full-voice. It seemed a certain degree of jiggling could keep him from his upper register. Fortunately, Draco had never given up Quidditch, so his upper body strength and stamina were adequate to the apparently endless task. If that mean he was fit, deliciously so, so be it.

“Do you want to hear what Molly said or do you want me to spike your tea with an ungodly amount of Firewhisky?” Hermione asked. She’d learned Draco did better when given a choice. Since becoming more than his Ministry colleague and not quite sure what category beyond friend he considered her, she tried to avoid overt manipulation and stuck with the more direct, Gryffindor approach that he expected from her.

“Tell me what the mother of nations said,” Draco replied, rolling his eyes. Scorpius howled suddenly and Hermione closed her own eyes for a moment.

“You don’t have to stay,” Draco said. He’d said it so many times, from the first night Hermione had heard Scorpius let loose, which was roughly six weeks after the crying had started and a fortnight since the Healers at St. Mungo’s had diagnosed colic maxifabulorum, the later onset incurable crying that Wizarding babies could contract, trying to soften the blow by mentioning the high correlation between the diagnosis and magical power. Narcissa had crowed over the news, focusing on the exceedingly small chance Scorpius would turn out to be a Squib, but it hadn’t done much for Draco who just wanted his baby son to stop crying and preferably sleep for a four-hour stretch. Astoria’s death in childbirth had been anticipated and prepared for, but becoming a widower and a single father was very difficult, made more so by the lack of sleep. Hermione suspected Draco had only agreed to let her come over the first time because he thought he was dreaming. It had been 4 pm and they’d been in her office at the Ministry, ostensibly reviewing a brief. He’d looked like hell and she’d spoken before she thought twice about it.

Once she’d heard Scorpius at full volume, she’d known she’d made the right decision.

“I’m staying,” she said. She’d learned she didn’t need to argue with him about it, but he needed the reassurance in her voice that she would, if he kept pestering her about it. “Molly said there aren’t any spells for colic in magical infants.”

Molly had actually written that there weren’t any spells that weren’t terribly Dark, but Hermione judged it was wisest to give Draco the highlights of the letter and not stir up any of the trauma of his history as a Death-eater and her own torture by his Death-eater Vantablack-incarnated-into-a-witch aunt. She planned to leave out Molly’s offer to send along a proper cottage pie and a jam tart as she was well-aware that Hermione didn’t like spending too much time in the kitchen. The usual invitation to Sunday lunch was also destined for the metaphorical scrap heap.

“Was that all?” Draco asked. He was now into the patting-Scorpius-on-the-back portion of the walk. It hadn’t made an appreciable difference to date, but he wasn’t ready to give up on it. His hand always looked enormous on Scorpius’s back. Enormous and incredibly gentle.

“She said potions were dicey and it was best to Transfigure some earplugs for ourselves. Arthur added a post-script, said his Great-Aunt Frederuna swore by spirits rubbed onto the gums, preferably gin though rum or whisky would do in a pinch,” Hermione said. She’d poured out two mugs of tea and doctored them up to their respective requirements; Draco preferred enough sugar to make it almost a syrup but couldn’t bear Hermione’s own milky cup.

“I’m not getting my baby drunk,” Draco said as she’d known he would.

“It does seem like poor parenting,” Hermione agreed. “Not that I’d judge you for being tempted.”

“That’s not what tempts me,” Draco muttered. Hermione felt herself get very still and reminded herself that nothing…untoward was going to happen with Scorpius hollering as if he were being baby-Crucioed, despite the fact that both she and Draco were in dishabille compared to their formal work robes and suits. Draco was barefoot and though she wasn’t about to advertise it, Hermione had Flooed over without a bra under her old jumper from her father’s schooldays at the University of Glasgow. Nothing was going to happen because Scorpius was screaming bloody murder and Draco looked like he was about to keel over.

“Sit down. I’ll Transfigure a rocking chair. The walking isn’t quieting him down and you’re exhausted,” she said in a rush.

“Maybe if Astoria were here,” Draco said, breaking off.

“He’s not crying for his mother,” Hermione replied softly. “He knows he’s loved. You make him know that, you show him. It’s only colic—”

She wandlessly Transfigured a stool into a maple rocking chair with a high back and managed to add a velvet cushion from the dishtowel slung over her shoulder. Wandless Transfiguration was tricky but using a similar piece of furniture helped. Draco gave her a look as he walked over and sat down, a look that said he appreciated just how gifted she was though he wouldn’t make her uncomfortable by commenting that in the entire UK, only Minerva McGonagall could have bettered her work. He sat down and adjusted Scorpius on his shoulder, his palm cupping the back of Scorpius’s head.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he said, just above a whisper.

“Oh,” Hermione said, startled, the mugs in her hands unsteady. Or perhaps her hands were unsteady and the mugs nearly full. It was some small miracle that the tea didn’t slop over the rims and burn her.

“I didn’t mean—” Draco said, stopped himself. Scorpius took a long breath, almost like a sigh, and then didn’t immediately shriek. Draco looked at Hermione and his grey eyes were bright and warm, amused and hopeful and tender. “That is, I didn’t but I find, rather, Hermione, that I do.”

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anopoulos · 6 months

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It's officially their two year anniversary (since it's been canon) so here are my favourites of them

Happy anniversary boys!

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azastr · 10 months

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Incandescent Love

Draco Malfoy

Description : Draco and Scorpius share the same birthday

warning : grumpy Draco , allusions of passionate night

w/c : 933

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It was a bright and sunny morning at Malfoy Manor, where the Malfoy family resided. The luxurious estate exuded an air of elegance and opulence, matching the refined taste of its inhabitants.

Draco Malfoy, with his perfectly groomed platinum blond hair and his piercing grey eyes, sat at the kitchen table. He looked a bit grumpy as he sipped his morning tea, watching as his one-year-old son, Scorpius, energetically devoured his breakfast.

Today was a special day—his birthday. But as he prepared to celebrate, there was a bittersweet feeling that lingered in his heart. You see, his son Scorpius also shared the same birthday, and Draco couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

Y/n, wearing a flowing emerald green dress that accentuated her eyes, bustled around the grand dining room, making sure everything was prepared for the day's festivities. The table was adorned with exquisite decorations, and an array of delectable treats filled the air with their tempting aroma.

As she surveyed the room, Y/n couldn't help but notice Draco's sour expression. She knew he was feeling overshadowed by Scorpius' birthday celebration, and she couldn't resist teasing him a little.

"Draco," Y/n called out, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. "Now that we're parents, we have to prioritize our little Scorp's birthday. After all, he's turning one today! I'm sure you understand."

Draco arched an eyebrow and set down his teacup. "What do you mean, darling? It's my birthday too," he said with a hint of annoyance.

Y/n walked over to him, leaning against the table and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, I know, ferret. But think about it. We've had so many birthdays for ourselves, and this is Scorpius's first. We should make it extra special for him. Besides, isn't it time we prioritize our little one over ourselves?"

Draco grumbled under his breath; his irritation evident. He had always enjoyed the attention and grandeur associated with his own birthday, but now it seemed his son's celebration had taken precedence. "I understand, love," he muttered, his tone laced with annoyance. "But it doesn't mean I have to like it."

Y/n stifled a laugh, realizing she had successfully gotten under Draco's skin. She continued her preparations with a playful gleam in her eyes, knowing she had something special planned for Draco later in the evening.

As the day progressed, the Malfoy family gathered in the lush garden, where a carnival-like atmosphere had been created to celebrate Scorpius' birthday. There were colorful decorations, a bouncy castle, and various games and activities for the children to enjoy. Scorpius, with his striking resemblance to Draco, reveled in the attention, his grey eyes sparkling with delight.

Draco watched as his son laughed and played, a mixture of pride and envy swirling within him. He adored Scorpius with all his heart, but a small part of him couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness that his own birthday was being overshadowed. He found himself longing for the days when he was the center of attention.

Finally, as the night fell and the guests bid their goodbyes, Draco found himself alone with his wife. They stood in the grand foyer of Malfoy Manor, their eyes locked in a silent conversation. Draco's frustration mingled with anticipation, while Y/n wore a knowing smile.

Without a word, Y/n took Draco's hand and led him up the grand staircase, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls. She opened the door to their bedroom, and Draco's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him.

Candles flickered softly, casting a warm, golden glow throughout the room. The air was filled with the scent of roses, Draco's favorite flowers. The bed was adorned with luxurious silk sheets, inviting and enticing.

Draco turned to Y/n, his gray eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and desire. "What is all this?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/n stepped closer, her voice a seductive murmur. "Consider it your birthday present, my love. A night dedicated solely to you, where we can celebrate both your birthday and our love."

Draco's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as he realized the depth of his wife's affection for him. The jealousy and grumpiness from earlier faded away, replaced by an overwhelming surge of love and desire. Before he could utter another word, Y/n’s lips crashed against his in a passionate embrace. Draco's surprise turned into pure bliss as he melted into the kiss, his hands instinctively finding their way around her waist. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in a passionate dance of desire and affection.

As they broke apart, their breaths mingling, Draco's eyes were filled with a newfound appreciation and love for his wife. "You truly know how to surprise me, darling," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence. "You've made this birthday unforgettable."

Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of love and triumph. "You deserve every bit of happiness, my ferret," she murmured, her fingers delicately tracing the contours of his face. "Scorpius may have his special day, but tonight, it's all about you."

They slowly made their way to the bed, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire and intimacy. The night was filled with whispered words of love, gentle caresses, pleasured moans and shared laughter. Draco lost himself in the pleasure of Y/n's touch, their connection growing deeper with every passing moment.

As dawn approached, the couple lay wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow, their bodies spent but their hearts overflowing with love. Draco looked at Y/n, his eyes filled with gratitude and adoration.

"Thank you, love," he murmured, his voice tinged with emotion. "This has been the best birthday gift I could ever ask for."

Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, ferret. Happy birthday, my darling Draco. Here's too many more years of love and passion." In that moment Draco realized that perhaps, despite the passing of time and the shifting of priorities, his birthday was as special as ever. And as the sun rose on a new day, he found himself grateful for the love and passion that filled his life, knowing that with Y/n and Scorpius by his side, every day was a celebration.

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Third time’s the charm

They only got out of that horrible place late afternoon, which left Harry pacing most of the day, giddy with terrified excitement. Scorpius was tired when they finally arrived, yawning into Draco’s neck, but after a short look around the house he came alive, pulling Draco’s hand to go this way or no, that way!

He had so many questions about everything: why is there a Troll leg in the hallway? Who is that person in the photo? And that one? He kept looking at Harry, polite little Mr. Potters that were an exact copy of how Draco said it. Before Harry even had the chance to get used to the concept of them, here, to all the noise and the blond hair and the warmth, it was evening, and they retired to the kitchen. Scorpius insisted to be seated in the middle.

“Eat your dinner, love,” Draco tucked the apron around him.

“I don’t like dinner,” was the immediate response. “Dinner is yuck.”

It felt bad to be laughing when Draco looked so miserable, rubbing his eyes. “But. You love mince and carrots.”

“Yuck,” Scorpius argued. His arms crossed over his chest, pout at the ready.

“Darling,” Draco intoned.

“Yuck.”

“I don’t…” his eyes were red when the hand finally came down. “I’m sorry, Potter. Usually he’s much better. Not so awfully picky, normally, are you, love?”

“No,” Scorpius agreed good-naturedly. “Daddy, what are you eating?”

“I’m having the same, dearest. This nice food Mr. Potter was kind enough to prepare for us.”

“Your daddy said you liked it,” Harry apologised. Draco seemed like he wanted to throw himself in the sink.

“He does, normally. I’m so sorry. You went through all this trouble…”

“No, no, it was nothing. I can—"

Scorpius hummed. “Mr. Potter, what are you eating?”

“Just the same. Mince and tatties and carrots. Very yummy.”

He took a moment to consider the new information. “Mr. Potter, is that your favourite?”

Movement in the corner of his eye—Draco was nodding above Scorpius’s head. He was so impossibly serious, Harry nearly laughed again.

“Yeah, absolutely. My favourite.”

Scorpius looked pensive. “Maybe—maybe it’s my favourite, too.”

“Hmm. Tell you what, if you really wanted it, then maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you have a bit off my plate.”

Draco made this weird, raspy noise that wasn’t a gasp and wasn’t a giggle. “Merlin, you’re good,” Harry thought he heard him mumble. Beside him, Scorpius was nodding.

“What do we say?”

“Thank you, Mr. Potter,” he chanted as Harry ladled some mince into a new bowl.

“You’re very welcome. And you can call me Harry.”

“Harry.”

He’s been thinking about it all day. Hearing Scorpius say his name in that natural tone was entirely joyful and a little bit alien. Harry already couldn’t wait to hear it again.

Draco seemed pleased too, in the way he was smiling into his fist. “Good. Well. Eat, menace, before it gets cold.”

But Scorpius had more important things on his mind. “Harry, do you like reading books?”

“Er. Sure. I think.”

“Me too. I reeeally like reading books.”

Draco’s eyes rolled to the ceiling. “Enough stalling, Scorp. Eat your dinner.”

“I don’t like dinner. Dinner is yuck.”

“Oh, for Goodness—”

He was starting to pout again, and Harry, very valiantly, in his opinion at least, jumped in. “So what, er, what books do you like best?”

“I really like the one about the fire engines,” he said, grey eyes—just like Draco’s—open wide. “But my favourite is llama llama red pyjama.”

“Ask him why,” Draco advised, face still turned upwards.

“Er—why do you like that one?”

“Because I have red pyjamas!” Scorpius yelled happily. “And daddy says I can be a llama too!”

“But only if you eat your food,” Draco sighed, and Scorpius giggled. “Llamas are very well known for being good boys who eat all their carrots.”

“That’s not true,” Scorpius said in feigned shock with a big-big smile. “Daddy, that’s not true!”

“Okay, fine, maybe not well known for it. Still, darling. You need to finish here, so that you can go to bed and me and Mr. Po—and Harry, can have, er. Can talk about maybe staying here for a little longer.”

“Really?” it was hard to swallow, seeing how bright those grey eyes could sparkle. “We can stay here?”

“Of course you can,” Harry choked, same time as Draco said, “Only if you eat your dinner.”

Scorpius looked between them, eyebrows scrunched, evidently deep in thought. Then picked up his fork, and managed to pierce half a piece of carrot. On his other side Draco shook his head, then looked right at Harry, first time all day.

“Thank you,” he mouthed as Scorpius shoveled mince into his mouth.

Harry didn’t know how to say I should be thanking you and I can’t believe you’re trusting me enough for this and I’m already in love with you both. So instead he closed his eyes and imagined he could have this every night.

“Done!”

“Scorp, there’s still half… you know what, fine. We’ll keep it for later. Let’s get you in the tub?”

“And then Harry can read llama llama with me?”

He opened his eyes on a laugh, heart so tight it couldn’t possibly contain the exasperated look on Draco’s face, or the excited smile on Scorpius’s. “Yes.” yes, yes, yes.

For the lovely @ladderofyears, 900 words. You can prompt me too!

#drarry #fic #kid fic #scorpius malfoy #900 words #fluff #prompts #RockingRobin69 #soft #llama llama for goblinmatriarch of course

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blue--ingenue · 12 days

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the longing stares made me cry, but Albus reaching for Scorpius just before the stairs pull them apart was the kill shot 🙃

#this is my roman empire #the fact that it's called the “staircase ballet”#im so normal about this #albus potter x scorpius malfoy #scorpius malfoy #albus severus potter #the cursed child #cursed child #angst #fluff #pining

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xx-thedarklord-xx · 4 months

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Sam's Weekly Wrap Up 3!

Week three is done! | Week One | and | Week Two |

Secrets Undone (the Lightning Order) It started out as a secret. Their love was hidden just between the two of them until it became a revolution. One where Harry and Draco would change the world. He just had to pass his O.W.L examinations first.

Imaginary Playground Draco owns the biggest toy store in Diagon Alley, and he makes all of the wooden toys himself. Business is good, but his favorite part of the day is when his favorite customer brings in their father, even if that father is Potter.

Memos of Originality Harry owns a publishing company, and his best employee is Malfoy, who sends daily updates from home, but doesn't realize that Scorpius sends his own daily updates to Harry through the Floo every morning. And Harry? Well, he knows exactly what to do with them.

Not Needed Harry Potter went missing the night the Potter’s died. The Magical world looked for him but to no avail. No Hogwarts letter was ever sent, no messy mop of black hair appeared on the first day of school. To the rest of the world he was as good as dead.

A shame that no one counted on adoption.

Gift of Love Christmas Eve, sneak attacks, a mild prank war and a gift filled with so much love that Harry knows it's the best Christmas he'll ever have.

Darkest Shadows Shadows. Shadows were everywhere. They followed Harry, whispered to him, promised him the world. All he had to do was use them, control them, guide them—become them. Harry became the shadows but also mastered them at the same time.

#Drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry James Potter #XxTheDarkLordxX writes #Secret Relationship #getting together #Scorpius Malfoy #James Sirius Potter #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #Harry gets adopted #I have not thought this through #next week will have more #oh well #Dark Harry

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lazydreamer19 · 2 years

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✒📜 Jo March: dad!draco and scorpius making snow angels😻

Snow Angel

Genre: Fluff

Dad!Draco× Mom! Reader

Warnings: None.

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"Lay down now Scorp, wait-"

Draco crouched down to his son's height to make sure that his jacket was pulled up properly so that no snow could enter and get him sick.

"Daddy! Look Snow!" The four year old babbled.

"Yes, I know my dear, we are going to make snow angels. For that I need you to lay down."

"Okay."

Y/n rested her head on the back door with a cup of steaming hot coffee in her hands and a huge smile on her face,as she watched the two most important people of her life create memories. Her smile widened as she watched Draco move his arms wide up and down, showing the movements to his son. Scorpius did exactly that,but when it came to the leg movements, he failed to understand what his Daddy was trying to convey.

"Hey Y/n, why don't you come here and show Scorp how to move his legs for the angel?"

"Draco,it's just the three of us in here,no one's watching you. Just show him."

Heaving a sigh, he laid down next to Scorpius and showed him the movements which Scorpius followed like the obedient son he was.

"Daddy,look, it's an angel. I made a snow angel!"

"Yes you did, Bubs! I'm so proud of you! I love you and your mum so much!"

"I love you too, Daddy and also Mommy!"

A/n: I hope you liked it and it was up to your expectations, thanks for the idea @angelzone !

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wowzah2nd · 19 days

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"I'm Glad I Did"

Draco Malfoy x Reader

WordCount: 4k

You and Draco have been married 19 years now, but the start of your relationship did have a bit of downs but eventually you life started to look up as the years went on and you both couldn't be happier.

You and draco have been married for 19 years now, it was rough in the beginning of your relationship, especially being in different houses. Him being in slytherin and you being in hufflepuff. You were a pureblood that was from overseas and moved to hogwarts in your 5th years that was when you first met.

Quick flash back

You were walking down the hall rushing to the library, you woke up a bit later than usual and were running late to meet a friend to help with their homework. As you were running you bumped into someone

Boy: watch where you going

He then got up, as he was getting up you followed him with your eyes till they met him, you stared at them for a long time admiring them till you snapped out of it.

Y/N: oh my goddess i am so so sorry i wasn’t watching were i was going and i didnt mean to run into you

You saying all this while trying to pick up tha books you had ended up you then look up at him again this time he was the one staring at you causing you to panic

Y/N: oh my gosh is there something on my face

You rubbing your face trying to get whatever you thought may be stuck to it, then looking back at him

He then started to blush realising he had been caught staring at you

Boy: n-no i was just looking to see if you needed help

That made you stop panicking, you saw his robes after you bumped, you knew they were green which surprised you even more he would wanna help you

Y/N: you wanna help me?

Boy: Y-yeah it was also my fault i was really looking either

He then knelt in front of you to help pick up you books, you couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in your chest when he help you

You then saw him look up at you causing you to look down and continue picking up your books. Once all your books were picked up you got up and so did he then handing you books back to you.

Y/N: thank you for the help

Boy: no worries it was the least i could do

He was about to walk away before you stopped him

Y/N: HEY, could i get you name you never told me

Boy: you don't know who I am

He said in a confused tone as if i was suppose to know it

Y/N: sorry i'm new here so i don’t know everyone in my year yet,

He then made a face in relation as if the pisces just started to fit together

Boy: no wonder i didn't recognise you, you new duh?

He started to laugh at himself but you decided to stop him since he still hadn’t answer your previous questions

Y/N: you still haven’t told me your name stranger

You giggle at him

Boy: oh right, My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy

Y/N: well thank you Draco Malfoy for your help

You then put out you free hand to give him a hand shake

Y/N: My name is Y/N L/N nice to meet you

End flashback

That was the first time you had met him and you both admitted it was both the best days of your life and the most life changing. Over the years you got to know each other more and more and since you were pure blood it was easy to talk to him. Most of the Syltherin didn’t mind you coming around but some did give you looks such as Pansy Parkinsons. You really hated her. She always had something to say to you, even though you were nothing but nice to her.

Your mother always taught you to never let anything get to you and if someone was bullying you to always kill them with kindness. But that never alway ways worked. One particle day really got you and you didn't leave you room the whole day not even for classes which worried draco

Flash back

Draco Pov

Apparently Draco had been looking for you and came all the way to the hufflepuff common room to try and look for you. Even waiting for a hufflepuff near the entrance to get to you since he wasn’t friends with anyone from your house besides you. He stoped a hufflepuff girl and ask about you

Draco: Hey, by any chance do you know Y/N L/N

Girl: Yeah ofc everyone knows her, why?

Draco: i just haven't seen her all day and im getting worried

The girl then made a nervous face, saying that she knew where you were

Draco: w-what happen to her you clearly know

Girl:... she been in her room all day we don’t know what's wrong she won’t talk to anyone from any year and the whole house is worried about her

Draco then made a worried expression what could have happened to you to make you stay in your room all day

Draco: can you please let me in i need to see her and see if she's okay

The girl thought for a moment then decided to let draco in, probably knowing you two were friends. No one would stop talking about the slytherin prince always hanging out with the sweet hufflepuff princess

The girl knocked on the barrel as the password and let draco in, she then let draco up into the girls dormitory and led him to Y/N rooms

Y/N pov

You were laying face down on the bed eye still full of tears, you havent been able to stop crying all day. Usually you didn’t let anything bother you this much but this one particular thing really got you and you were doubting yourself more then ever

As you were crying you hear a know at the door, thinking it was another hufflepuff house mate being worried you tried to shoo them away

Y/N: please go away i said i was fin

The knocking stopped but a voice you recognised surprised you

Draco: Hey, it me i've been worried about you all day can i please come in to see you

You contemplated not letting him in but in the end you decided there was no point fighting it. Anyone could have unlocked your room but everyone was too considerate to try but draco with all the worry you could hear in his voice you knew he’d come in either way

So you got out of bed, made your way to the door, unlocked it then headed back to laying facing away from the door . Draco immediately entered the room and looked around to find you laying in your bed. He made his way towards you and decided to sit down in your bed

Draco: what's got you all down in the dumps love

You always had a weakness for the nickname he gave you

Y/N: nothing you should be worrying about, you can go now

You still won’t look in his direction trying to hide the tears flowing from your eyes, at this point draco was more worried than ever so he decided to get in your personal space. He grabbed you shoulder softly and encouraged you to face him.

And you didn't really didn’t have it in you to fight him off so you turned to face him. ONce he saw the tear in your eye his heart broke and he leaned down towards you and gave you a hug and you gave him a hug back and ended up crying even more.

Draco: What happened to love?

Y/N: you’ll think it’s stupid

You said still crying

Draco: nothing you ever say will be stupid to me

You stayed silent for a bit and draco waited patiently for you to tell him

Y/N: someone came up to me yesterday asking why someone like you would want to hang around me. I tried to defend myself by saying we're friends but then she said no that can’t be it's probably because I'm your pet since I seem to follow you around.

You decided to sit up and sit next to him but you couldn't look him in the eye, scared that maybe you were just a pet to him. There was always a saying that every slytherin had their pet hufflepuff and maybe you weren't friends. Maybe you were just a dumb pet.

Draco then gently held you chin and pulled it to face your face so that you now facing him, the expression he was showing wasn’t one of malice but one of someone who was really worried and cared for you

Draco: Who said this?

Y/N: I dont wanna tell you

Draco: please tell me love who said this to you

You paused for a moment contemplating in the end you told him

Y/N: it was your friend Pansey

Draco got up from where he was sitting and started to pace angrily, you thought he was mad at you so you decided to apologise for telling him, that made him stop pacing and kneeled in front of you

Draco: I'm not mad at you love i could never be mad at you. I'm mad that my own friend called you my pet, you are not my pet. You're not my pet, you my dearest friend.

It made you happy to hear you weren't some pet to him but you were also sad that he only saw you as a friend since if you had to tell the truth you were madly in love with him ever since you first bumped into him. You looked draco in the eye and noticed he was getting a bit nervous and this worried you

Y/N: draco are you okay you look nervous, did io do something

Draco immediately looked back at you

Draco:no no you didn’t…i just don’t know if i should tell you something

You gave out a sigh of relief that you didn’t do anything wrong but you were still worried for draco

Y/N: draco you know you can tell me anything, you worried ill get mad, sad or uncomfortable you'll never make me feel that way so please whatever you gt too tell me get it off your chest

Even though you were worried what he had to say to you, what you said was true you'd always be there for draco no matter what especially how he had been here for you today

Draco took a deep breathe then spoke

Draco: y/n l/n i've been in love with you ever since i first laid eyes on you and i would like for you to be my girlfriend. But if you don't feel the same i will gladly stand by your side as your friend

That left you speechless for a moment then pure joy and happiness just flowed through you body that you flung yourself to draco giving him the most bone crushing hug. You then pulled away and gave him a passionate kiss you've always wished for. You pulled away making eye contact with draco giving him the biggest smile you've ever given. Even bigger when he had given you a puffskein for your birthday

Draco: i'll take that as a yes then

Y/N: 100 times yes i'll be your girlfriend and also i've loved you since that day too draco i really have

You both just sat on the floor looking at each other happily until draco broke the silence

Draco: come on let's head to dinner i think it just started and i dont think you've eaten all day

You couldn’t say anything just out of pure happiness so you nodded, he took your hand lead you out of your room towards the great hall and the whole way there you never let go of his hand and he never made an attempt to stop either. Once you got to the great hall you were about to let go of his hand and head towards the hufflepuff table but before he could he spoke

Draco: Would you wanna come and sit with me?

Even though you've known draco for a year now you've never sat with him feeling you weren’t welcomed by his friend’s so this surprised you

Y/N: Are you sure?

Draco: of course i'm sure, now come on let's get you something to eat

He led yo9u towards the slytherin table which caused most people in the great hall to start looking your way and to whisper to each other especially the slytherin’s. Once you sat down draco started to make your plate which you thought was so sweet since he remembered your favourite food. Once he made you plate he gave it to you so you decided to start eating you noticed he wasn’t so you decided to give him some of your food

Getting some of your favourite food you decided to feed him, and he gladly accepted which made you smile. But the moment was ruined by someone slamming their hand on the table which got yours and draco’s attention

Pansey: What the hell is she doing here?

She looked at draco then turned to you to speak

Pansey: And what are you doing feeding my dracy huh?

You didn't wanna start a fight so you stayed slightly. You were still upset about what she said so you didn't really wanna look at her. Draco seeing that you were getting upset again decided to stand up for you

Draco: pansey what is wrong with you speaking to her like that

Pansey: b-but dra-

Draco: no buts pansy your not allowed to treat her like that, especially now that she’s my girlfriend

Hearing this your turned back to look at draco, you thought you'd have to keep the relationship a secret since draco was always a prideful person but guess you were wrong

Pansey: t-thats a lie why would you be with her a not me a pureblood whos in slytherin

Draco: because pansy she's a sweet,kind, caring person who is considerate for everyone even slytherin’s. And your a cruel and bitter obsessive person who doesn’t understand i will never be with you

At that last sentence pansey started to cry and ran out of the great hall, everyone in the room was left speechless even you but draco wasn’t done

Draco: THIS GOES FOR EVERYONE DON’T YOU DARE HURT MY GIRLFRIEND OR YOUR NEXT

After that he sat back down next to you and all you could do was stare at him, after that day you knew he truly loved you

As the years went on things never got easy especially during the war draco had to be with his parents and you understood that and never got mad at him for it. Even after the war was over people still looked at him as a death eater but you never did and you always told him.

Once the war was over draco found you and asked you to marry him and you said yes. The time apart you spent when he was on the other side broke you and made you realise you couldn't live without him

Married life was amazing. Instead of moving into malfoy manor draco got a cottage in france where you could live in peace, far from people who may still have malice for draco or death eaters who may want revenge. Draco's mother was always supportive of the marriage seeing that you did some good for him but his father never approved of you even though you were pure blood he just saw you as a lowly hufflepuff.

But with Draco's constant love and reassurance it never got to you again and you both lived happily. Draco became a position master and opened a shop in hogsmeade to sell potions to people who are in need and people are always referred to him when they need a potion. As for you you opened a herbologiest and botanist opening a store where you would grow and sell plants. Which worked really well with your husband's store, you were always his go to supplier.

After 8 years of working and marriage you both finally decided to have a child since you were both feeling ready and more than financially stable. 9 months later scorpius malfoy was born he had his father's hair for sure but he had your eyes draco said.

Having scorpius kept you busy meaning you had to hire people for your store which sadden you a little bit since you wouldn't be working as often but you didn't mind if it mean more time with your son. As soon as scorpius was able to walk draco bought him his first broom which you were mad about but you later got over seeing how happy scorpius was.

5 years later you found out you were pregnant again which excited scorpius so much seeing as he always wanted a sibling mainly a little brother but you had to tell him that it might be a sister.

Scorpius: what do you mean he might be a girl, i want a brother not a sister

Y/N: i know you do sweetie but i can’t control if we have a boy or a girl so you have ot wait a see

After hearing we couldn't do anything about the gender he sat in his room sulking for a bit until he heard his father come home. Immediately he forgot all about it.

As the month went by, Scorpius was more open to the idea of a sister but he still wanted a brother. But you a draco didn’t mind as long as the baby was healthy

9 months later a baby girl named Astra Malfoy was born, she also had a malfoy hair which you were not surprised about the gene was just too strong not to come through. As soon as you got the okay to go home you immediately wanted to introduce her to scorpius.

Y/N: Hey, darling do you mind getting scorp so we can introduce him to Astra

Draco: of course love

He gave you a kiss on the forehead before heading upstair to grab scorp, you immediately heard little footsteps running from upstair to the stairs then they stopped right in front of you

Y/N: hey there sweetie ready to meet your baby sister

Scorpius: It's a girl?

Y/N: yeah she is i hope that's okay

You immediately lowered yourself so that scorpius could see Astra and the moment he say her you knew he didn’t mind at all.

19 years after the war

Today scorpius was heading to hogwarts and to say he was excited was an understatement

Scorpius: come on mom were gonna be late

He said as he was pulling you hand trying to make you move quicker

Y/N: we can't go through the wall just yet scorp we have to wait for your father, you know he wants to go through with you

As you both were waiting for Draco and Astra scorps excitement turned into worry

Scorpius: hey mom, do you think ill make any friends

As little sad scorpius thought he wouldn’t make any friends, you knelt down to his height to look him in the eyes as you talk

Y/N: of course you’ll make friends scorp, you the most funny, amazing and fun kid to be around who wouldn’t want to be your friend

At hearing you words he started to smile more but his smile grew even wider when he looked behind you

Draco: what happening here

He said as he put Astra down, even though she was 6 years old she's still a daddy's girl

Y/N: i was just telling our amazing son here that he doesn’t need to worry about not making friends cause he’s so amazing

Draco then looked at scorpius and knelt down to his height

Draco: your mother is right you know any kid would be lucky to be your friend

Scorpius smiled again then gave draco a big hug

Draco: well be better be going through that wall now before we miss your train son

And just like that they got ready with the trolly, scorpius looked scared to go through but draco encouraged him and told him they would do it together and just like that they disappears throught the wall.

Astra looked at the wall amazed

Astra: where did they go mummy

Y/N: they went to platform and 9 ¾ and we should be going too

Astra looked worried too but you told her she would be find and that you'd hold her hand as you went through

Y/N: let's get a running start okay

Astra: okay

So you both decided to run through the wall and once through the nostalgia and wonder hit you once again. Seeing the train once again was magical and it made you nearly tear up

Astra: wow this is amazing mummy, did you get to ride the train too

Y/N: yes i did and so did your father, but let's go find them so we can say bye to your brother

As you were trying to find your husband and son you saw so many familiar faces even though you weren't friends with all of them a lot of them remembered you which was heartwarming to think you made such an impact in their life that they’d remember you.

Walking through the crowds of students and parents saying goodbye you finally found them

Y/N: getting on the train before saying goodbye to your dear mother

Scorpius started to laugh at you silliness

Scorpius: i would never dream of it mum

He then walled up to you giving you a big bone crushing hug and you returned it with a kiss on the head

Scorpius: i already said bye to dad and told him i'll miss him. But i'm gonna really miss you too mum

Y/N: and i'm gonna miss you so much too sweetie we both will, just promise me not to get into too much trouble

Scorpius gave you a mischievous grin telling you that he probably wasn’t going to keep the promise long

Scoprius: of course mum i will

After giving him one last hug and draco giving him one too, Astra decided it was her turn to say bye as well

Astra: im going to miss you

Scrpous: and ill miss you too

Astra started to cry which broke your and draco’s hearts, but scorpius being a good brother that he is comforted her

Scorpius: dont worry Astra i promise to write you every week and ill also be coming back for the holidays so don't cry so much okay

Wiping her tears away she say’s

Astra: do you promise

Scorpius: I promise

After saying goodbye the train's whistle started to sound indicating it was time to get bored, you watched as Scorpius got on the train and found a sit waving to you as the train left. After all the struggles you and draco had you finally had your happily ever after with two beautiful kids

Draco picked up Astra and held your hand indicating to head home

Y/N: do you think he’ll be okay

You say looking at draco

Draco: i think he’ll do heart, he has his mothers kindness and patience as well as his father amazing good looks

At that comment you started to laugh, your daughter was a it confused as to why you were laughing but she smiled at the comment

Astra: why are you laughing mummy, daddy is very handsome

Y/N: i know sweetie, he is but let's not say it to much or else daddy might get a bigger forehead

Draco gave out a fake offended gasp as if saying you really did hurt his feelings but you knew he was being dramatic

Draco: hey you chose to say yes when i asked you to marry me

Y/N: and i'm glad i did

At that you gave him a kiss on the lips which caused Astra to giggle

Astra: you two love each other very much

Draco: yes we do my little star we do

Y/N: and we love you and your brother too

The End

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