#dad draco

[yendts]

baby scorpius 🤍 ft. draco and astoria

[mxlfoydraco]

hi! i hope its okay to ask but, i was wondering if you have read any fics where theres also draco's son? i really like their relationship and i would love to read something with him and drarry as a ''main'' topic!

I absolutely adore Scorpius and dad Draco, I'll do this so happily! I'm adding onto these lists: Drarry + Scorpius & Draco and Scorpius are mutually protective

Close Behind by @oflights (134k)

To rescue Draco from the Underworld, Harry has to look forward. Unfortunately, Draco has to look back.

Burn the Witch by @lettersbyelise (95k)

When Harry Potter is sent in to investigate Draco Malfoy’s successful potions company, posing as Draco’s bodyguard, he doesn’t know the case will launch a series of events that will change his life — and Draco’s.

A story about choices, scars, Chopin piano pieces, and finding all kinds of love in the most unexpected places.

Fire Meet Gasoline by @lettersbyelise (62k)

When Draco’s anger management issues land him in St Mungo’s, he thinks his Quidditch career is over. But Harry, A&E Healer and notorious workaholic, is faced with a similar predicament. To save their jobs, the two of them decide to fake a relationship. All they have to do is convince their friends and employers… and not fall in love in the process. Simple, right?

Shibboleths by @lol-zeitgeistic (109k)

Muggle Immersion co-Professor Harry Potter spends his days hanging with his son, reading to his “dog,” teaching magical kids about the internet with his cousin Dudley, and irritating Snape’s portrait. He’s understandably annoyed when his cosy life is interrupted by the Headmistress hiring on Draco Malfoy to be Hogwarts’ new Ancient Magical Cultures and Spellcasting professor. But then the explosion happens, and it turns out they’ll all need Malfoy’s knowledge if they want the magical world to survive. The one with the scary things and Professor Dudley.

Harry Potter: DILF Hunter by @vukovich (11k)

Auror Potter doesn't know what a DILF is, but if Malfoy's one, then Harry's gonna be the Ministry's best DILF Hunter ever!

Or, five times Harry heard Draco was a DILF, and one time he found it to be pleasantly true.

Freedom to be by @quicksilvermaid (169k)

Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived. 12 years after the war, he's become the Boy Who Lived For Everyone Else. He has the perfect wife. The perfect house. The perfect job. The perfect friends. Only nothing feels perfect. Until one day he stumbles across a club called Release and begins a journey of self-discovery that takes him to a very different place.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. Living with Draco (biscuit-lover, no work/life balance, good hair) and his son Scorpius (also biscuit-lover, colour-codes his bricks, proud bearer of plastic swan-shaped garden ornament) gives Harry the routine and companionship he’s always craved. There’s also the matter of the really great sex (because what’s a marriage of convenience without a little fun, after all?) It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year… This isn't the story of the marriage. This is the story of two hurt and damaged men who learned how hard they could work for the sake of love.

Play Dates by @bixgirl1 (7k)

Harry never thought seeing Malfoy as a dad would affect him this way.

All I Want For Christmas (Is For You To Stop Talking) by @femmequixotic and @noeeon (162k)

The Niffler's Garden is the most prestigious wizarding nursery school in England and has been for the last century or more. Harry Potter's boys are both enrolled as pupils at the Garden. When he volunteers to assist with the Yule pageant, he has no idea that he'll be working closely with another parent, Draco Malfoy. Although they haven't seen each other much since their own school days, Harry faults Malfoy for not being a hands-on dad to little Scorpius. Will the intense weeks of preparation fan the fires of enmity or something else entirely?

Predictable Little Curses by brightowl (14k)

Two single fathers. One rather inconvenient bonding spell.

Harry Potter's biggest fan by @gnarf (9k)

Ever since Scorpius heard about Harry Potter for the first time from one of his friends, one could say that he was his biggest fan. So naturally, it would be the thing he needs to talk about while visiting his grandparents for Sunday dinner. Draco's father could not hold back the comments on why he had to go through this again, and Scorpius understood just enough to know that his father actually knew Harry Potter in person. That's when the pestering started. Not much later and Draco found himself face to face with Potter, all thanks to his son.

In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning by @sassy-cissa (16k)

Fourteen years ago Harry and Draco had one night together. It takes a stunt from Scorpius to bring them back together.

Harry Potter and the Great Cat Caper by @kbrick (78k)

Harry’s lonely in the aftermath of his divorce. Except for the weekends that he has the kids, Harry’s cooking gourmet meals for one in his big, empty farmhouse, with only his seven cats for company. Until, that is, Harry finds Al and Lily playing with Scorpius Malfoy in the front yard, and learns that Draco Malfoy is his closest wizarding neighbor. Oh, and also, Harry’s favorite cat is stolen (multiple times!) by someone who had the audacity to put a sparkly pink collar on her, with a nametag that reads “Plumeria Seraphin Snugglybug”. These things (Malfoy and the cat-snatching) may or may not be related. Featuring: a cat-loving Harry who loves to cook, has playdates with Pansy Parkinson, and tends to rap when he’s wasted, and good-dad Draco Malfoy who’s still a prat, albeit an irritatingly attractive and charming one. Also featuring: a slew of adorable children, a stolen cat named Stormy, copious amounts of sexual tension, divorce betting pools, amoral yet charismatic Slytherins, peeping-tom Harry, foot massages given while under the influence, Harry’s first time with a bloke, and did I mention cats?

Our Time by @m0srael (39k)

Draco Malfoy is an expert in Ancient Runes at Oxford University’s College of Advanced Magical Studies. When he isn’t at the head of a lecture hall, he spends his time alone in cavernous libraries with only crumbling scrolls and runic dictionaries for company. One day, a group of Ministry officials interrupts his research with the aim of recruiting him to lead an elite team of investigators in a top-secret race against time to decrypt a set of recently uncovered ancient runes that threaten the very fabric of time. Draco feels certain he can save the world, if only he didn’t keep getting distracted by his co-lead, one Chief Cursebreaker Harry Potter. If only that distraction didn’t evolve into something so much more.

the long ways by @oknowkiss (10k)

Five times Harry thought he was seeing Draco for the last time, and one time he didn’t.

OR: what it’s like to fall in love, slowly and without realizing it, over the course of 20 years.

Destination: Wedding by @mars-bar81 (31k)

Harry keeps accidentally getting married by not knowing the customs of cultures he visits and Draco is his long-suffering divorce attorney. Is Harry doing it on purpose? Are the people he’s marrying doing it on purpose? Is everyone involved just an idiot? Read on and find out!

All Missing Things (Can Be Found) by daisymondays (100k)

After a drunken hook up ends badly, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have no intention of ever speaking again -- but when they're assigned to solve a case of young child disappearances, they have to put their past behind them.

A Down and Out Christmas by @maraudersaffair (20k)

It’s Christmas and Draco and Scorpius have nowhere to go. Enter very sexy and very single Harry Potter.

The Opposite of Amnesia by @burning-up-ao3 (39k)

Draco's home has layers of old, dark magic that he can't remove. He has to hire the best person to keep him and Scorpius safe. Even if that person is Harry Potter.

When Hippogriffs and Pygmy Puffs Collide by oldenuf2b (32k)

Harry Potter bakes cakes, brilliantly. Draco Malfoy inks tattoos, brilliantly. Owls deliver post, including messages from clients, with an occasional lack of brilliance.

Trust In Me by unadulteratedstorycollector (7k)

Harry is met with blinding pain and Draco Malfoy. And Draco Malfoy's beautiful son. And suddenly a family is something that seems very within Harry's reach.

Misunderstandings are as easy as A-B-C by @veelawings (3k)

A slow blink and Potter seemed to catch himself, clearing his throat and nodding, his smile friendly and bright when directed at Scorpius and Draco. “Hey Mal—” “Mr Potter,” Draco spoke up rudely, but necessary. “This is my son, Scorpius Black. He’ll be one of your students this year.” Potter looked completely wrongfooted for a few seconds before his mind appeared to latch onto the most likely conclusion. His expression cleared up as Scorpius took a step forward and offered a tiny hand. “Hello, Mr Potter. It’s nice to meet you,” Scorpius said, enunciation steady and practiced.

Potter-Malfoy Negotiations by dracogotgame (1k)

It's Al's first day at preschool and Harry is a bundle of nerves. But he's certainly not alone.

Head in the Game by Samyiswriting (16k)

Harry and Malfoy shagged. But it’s fine, Harry doesn’t have feelings for him or anything. Yet he isn’t too thrilled when Malfoy gets hired as a Sports Therapist for Harry’s team – Puddlemere United. Of course, he gives massages. And of course, Harry has to bear witness to Malfoy making player after player groan in pleasure.

Have A Little Faith by @erin-riwen (16k)

When a sick child brings Harry and Draco back together, it’s up to Harry to figure out how to convince Draco that dating him really is a good idea.

Rebel, Rebel by @makeitp1nk (28k)

Thirty-six year old Harry Potter is the coolest bloke in muggle Camden Town. That’s right — he’s left the wizarding world behind and has been living his best life ever since. But will one chance encounter with a certain blond from his past change everything? Yeah, probably.

destination, destiny and definition by panicparade (17k)

It all starts with a blind date and a very confused Harry Potter..

Thanking You In Advance by @ladderofyears (13k)

When Draco Malfoy fled from Harry Potter's life it was without even a goodbye. He was left lonely and bereft. Now, almost nine years later it is Christmastime and Draco has returned to London, complete with a Scorpius-shaped surprise that Harry truly wasn't expecting. Can the two wizards get over the hurt of the past and seize the happy future that they both deserve?

[iam-rosetta]

If you haven't read Manacled by Senlinyu then I need you to read it ASAP! I'm not joking when I say this is my absolute favorite Dramione fanfiction. Maybe is not everyone's cup of team but I urge you to at least take a sip. It's the best trainwreck ever if angst is your thing

[drarryreads]

Take the Moon

by @tackytigerfic (Mature, 15K)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. Living with Draco (biscuit-lover, no work/life balance, good hair) and his son Scorpius (also biscuit-lover, colour-codes his bricks, proud bearer of plastic swan-shaped garden ornament) gives Harry the routine and companionship he’s always craved. There’s also the matter of the really great sex (because what’s a marriage of convenience without a little fun, after all?) It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

This isn't the story of the marriage. This is the story of two hurt and damaged men who learned how hard they could work for the sake of love.

[mayabooowrites]

Runaway?||D.M

Summary: As you and Draco start fighting more yours and his daughter decides she doesn't wanna hear it anymore and runs away

You just lay on the couch as you once again fought with your husband

You don't wanna fight with him but he just isn't caring about how everything is affecting you

He works so late and doesn't even care to mention it, you do everything around the house and he barely even helps and it's just so frustrating. And you feel like your the only one raising yours and his daughter anymore

All he does is work

And today you had to fight in the evening when Amalthea was right there watching you felt terrible the whole time but you still fought with him with her in the room

Which probably has been happening a lot more then you and Draco want

Amalthea walks over as you cry into the pillow

"Mommy?" The little 6 year old asks and you didn't want her to see you crying

"Not right now Thea." You say as you then hear her little footsteps walk upstairs and knock on the door Draco is at asking him to play

But he didn't answer her

You then hear her go to her room and you just stay face planted into the pillow until the tears finally stopped

It's been 5 minutes so you thought maybe you should go apologize to amalthea and talk with Draco again and pray it doesn't lead to another fight

You knock on the door Draco was behind

"Look can we talk." You ask and Draco opens the door

"Gonna yell at me again?" He says annoyed and you sigh

"Look I'm just stressed and feel alone and I feel like you don't care!" You say and Draco sighs

"Ok." He says and ok what? Ok your stressed? Ok you feel alone? Ok you feel like he doesn't care about you anymore? And you feel like he's always home late because he's cheating on you

"Ok what?" You said and Draco sighs

"I don't know anymore I'm sorry are we on the verge of divorcing? That's all I can think of lately so it's stressing me out more because I don't wanna lose you." Draco says and you smile

"I guess me as well I think our life is just getting too stressful and we're both not being there for each other like we should." You say and Draco walks over to you wondering if he can hug you, he so badly wants to he feels so bad for being such an arse to you and Amalthea

You both haven't been the best parents the last few weeks

"Let's go apologize to Amalthea and get her ready to bed the sun is setting soon." Draco says and you nod as you go to walk off but he first pulls you back and hugs you tightly then walks off with you to go see Amalthea

You knock on Amalthea's door to ask her if you can talk to her

But you didn't get an answer so you open the door and see her room a mess stuff was taken and Amalthea was no where to be seen

You find a letter written in crayon on her bed

Dear mama and dada

I am running away I can't handle you both arguing all the time, I just wanna play with you both but you both just fight all day makes me feel unwanted I will find a new family bye bye

Thea

You and Draco just stood their shocked not able to say anything you both did this you both weren't caring about your daughter in any of this making her feel like you both didn't want her

"I'm gonna go find her." Draco says and you stop him

"I'm coming with you and we have to contact everyone to make sure they can look for her too." You said and Draco nods as he had guilt written all over his face and you did as well

|Later|

It was so late it was starting to get dark out and you both still haven't found Thea

You were yelling her name as Draco was using a spell to try and find her he was getting more and more frustrated the more dark it got and the less you both found her

You both finally reach a park you would take Amalthea basically every week and then you and Draco got too busy and stopped taking her

"AMALTHEA!" You yell and Draco did the spell again and he then runs over to under the slide

You run over and see Amalthea with her purses full of her stuff she took and she was passed out

You start crying as you hug her tightly with Draco

"Y/n she's ice cold something is wrong, she's so pale." Draco says and you burst into more tears as Draco quickly took his jacket off and wrapped it around the shivering 6 year old in his arms trying to warm her up more as he kept muttering something

But everything was a blur now all you could think of was Thea your daughter and if she's gonna be ok

Draco finally gets up pulls you up and runs to the nearest wizarding hospital he could get to not about to let anything happen to Amalthea

You don't remember what happened but you remember Draco's screaming voice asking someone to help his daughter and healers taking Thea away from you and Draco quickly and a healer maybe asking you both to sit down now especially you as you looked like you were about to faint

Now your in the waiting room with Draco just waiting to hear something about Thea

"This is all my fault." Draco mutters and you look up at him shocked

"No we're both to blame we both weren't thinking of how it was making her feel we both weren't the best parents lately this is both of our faults." You say and Draco looks over at you and pulls you into a kiss and you kiss him back so happy to have his lips on yours again, but then the healer walks over and says you both can go see Amalthea finally

You and get up immediately and almost bolt to the room she is in she was still asleep but she looked warmer she looked better she didn't look so pale anymore she had more colour to her face again

You kneel beside her bed and kiss her forehead as you smile so happy she's ok

Draco was talking to the healer about what happened and they explain she must have eaten something and got poisoned by whatever she ate

Once they left you and Draco just stayed beside her and she woke up and saw you and Draco crying

"Thea please never leave us again we don't wanna lose you." You say and Thea sits up and hugs you and Draco both hug her tightly

"We love you so much Thea please never run away again me and your mother will never fight again just please never leave us." Draco says as he holds amaltheas tiny little hands in his and kisses her hands

"Ok." Amalthea says sleepily "I love you both." She says and you kiss her forehead

"Sleep ok darling? Me and your father are gonna go talk about when you can come home." You say and amalthea clings to you not wanting you to leave "Ok then Dad can go I'll stay." You say and Draco kisses the top of your hand and kisses theas hands one more time before leaving 'Me and Draco will from now on be better parents we can't let this happen ever again.' You think as you smile at the sleepy Thea who was drifting off to sleep again "Good night Thea sleep well my daring we love you so much we'll be better parents from now on I promise." You say and amalthea smiles as you move her bangs out of her eyes

"I love you and daddy too."

[k2padfoot]

Here & Now

Draco x Y/n

Summary: For two years you’ve been alone with your son. Draco, unaware of his son, hasn’t seen you since Hogwarts but when he gets badly hurt at his new job the only healer who can help is you. Helping him meant risking your secret.

Warnings: Injuries, angsty, fluff.

You stepped onto the front porch of the large home, your eyes wondering around the familiar grounds. You took a deep breath before you turned the lock and when you entered it was all the same, like you never left.

It was clean, too clean for being empty for so long but leave it to your mother to cast some type of charm for keeping things spotless. You dropped your bags at the door stepping down into the main living space, all of the memories came flooding back to you as soon as your fingers touched the flashy red couch.

You suddenly snapped back to reality at the sound of a screaming child. Quickly you rushed over to the baby carrier and scooped up your son. “Shhhh. I know, I know baby. We’re gonna be fine.” you whispered, rocking him in your arms to stop his cries.

It wasn’t a surprise that your son was upset, so we’re you. He’s in a new place after two years, and so are you. Your grandmother who housed the two of you passed away a few days ago. It devastated you to lose her, after all she was the only family you had left since the war took your mother and father. Now here you are back in your childhood home that seemingly enough was waiting for you all along.

When your son finally settled down you carried him up the stairs to the master and placed him gently in a porcelain white crib. You took a deep breath as you admired your sleeping son. You felt guilty for putting him in this situation, with only a mother who can barley keep it together. A knock on your door startled you, no one should know your even here.. You set down the baby monitor, turned down the lights, and quietly snuck out of the room to head down the stairs.

Peaking through the window you could make out a familiar face, that of Ginny Weasley. Although you were slightly confused you opened the door anyway.

“Ginny?? What are you doing here? How did you find me?” you blurted out.

She giggled, “Slow down Y/n. I’m here because we need to talk. And i’m married to Harry Potter, remember? Yeah there isn’t anywhere you can hide from us.” Ginny said.

“Oh, I-I well come in then.” you said not so confidently.

Ginny followed you inside to the parlor, “Can I get you some tea?” you asked her, except you have no idea if you even have tea here.

She sat down on the dark green arm chair, “No, i’m alright.” She answered, thankfully for you. You sat down in the other chair across from her patiently waiting for whatever it is she has to say.

Ginny took a deep breath before speaking, “So I’m here because of Draco.” You we’re about to interrupt at the sound of his name but she continued. “And before you say anything, just hear me out.” She said and you just looked at her to continue.

“So, something happened a few days ago. He was badly hurt during a hunt for an escaped prisoner, and he needs healing-

Before she could finish you interrupted, “So he should go to St. Mungo’s I’m not help-

“Y/n. Would you let me finish?” Ginny said, interrupting you right back. You sighed and nodded at her.

“Like I was saying, he needs better healing. The healers at St. Mungo can’t do what you can Y/n, you and I both know that. He needs your skills to be fixed.”

You rolled your eyes at the thought of having to take care of him after all this time, “Is it really that bad?” you asked her.

She looked away for a split second before back at you, “Unfortunately yes. He was hit by multiple curses trying to shield the other aurors. It’s not looking great.” Ginny told you.

A part of you was worried about him, how couldn’t you be? You loved him for all of your time at Hogwarts, but he left. He left with them, them who ruined his future from the very start. And now he’s an auror? And a good one at that? All of this information made your brain hurt.

“Ginny I wouldn’t even know where to start. I haven’t been back to work since my grandmother passed and what would I do with Scorp?” You asked her. Your mind felt foggy, like you were in a haze.

“Y/n, you always do this, don’t work yourself up please. You don’t need to figure anything out right now, you’re going to be just fine. If you decide you want to go see him i’ll gladly watch little Scorp, just let me know love.” She said as she got up from her seat turning towards the doors.

You were silent, unable to form your words. “Y/n.” Ginny said, and your head shot up towards her.

She was standing in the doorway now, “I’ll leave you be now. Please keep in touch alright? I’ll see you later.” She said as she shut the door behind her leaving you with your unsettling thoughts.

You couldn’t not do anything, he’s the father of your child even if he knows it or not. As much as you dread seeing him again you know you have too, you’d never let him suffer.

You called Ginny the next day and dropped off your son shortly after. Now you were in front of St. Mungo’s, a place that shouldn’t make you nervous. You’ve been here a thousand times but a thousand more couldn’t prepare you for here and now.

When you walked in you were greeted with familiar faces, all happy to see you, but they all knew why you were really here. Slowly you walked to the critical care center and looked for room 7. Your feet stopped in front of his room where he was laying in a state of oblivion all battered and bruised. Your eyes started to water looking at him so badly wounded, this was never how you wanted to see Draco again.

The nurses had informed you he would most likely be unconscious for the next 10-12 hours due to excessive trauma to his body. You knew that didn’t mean he couldn’t hear, nobody really knows what the body can do when it’s unconscious.

Before going in you gathered all the supplies you needed. You sat down in the chair next to him taking in his appearance for a minute. You gently placed your hand on top of his, grazing your fingers along his own. Your eyes started to water again and you snapped out of it knowing you needed to get to work.

Pulling down the top of his gown revealed multiple lacerations to his chest, some just surface cuts and some decently deep. You held back your tears once again and began your divination. When you moved to his stomach you couldn’t help but let out a gasp, a substantial gash revealed itself. You understood now why the other healers had trouble, you weren’t even sure you could fix it. “My god Draco.. What the hell did you get yourself into?” you said under your breath.

It had been at least a few hours now that you’ve been brewing potions and going over every spell or remedy of yours that you could find. You did everything you could think of. Potions, charms, spells, all of it. It was up to him now really.

A few days have passed now since seeing Draco and this morning you heard the news from Ginny that he’s alright. You’re happy of course, but a part of you still feels that pain at the thought of him.

The fire was crackling behind you as you laid on the sofa with your son sound asleep on your chest. You were deep into a new sci-fi movie when you heard the chime of your doorbell. It’s quite late in the night and again no one really knows your here but you figured it might be Ginny again. Scorpius was still snoozing away so you softly placed him on the couch surrounded by pillows and proceeded to the door.

Opening it you were in disbelief to see Draco standing on your porch.

“Hi Y/n.” Draco said.

Numbness filled your veins and you couldn’t move or think, “Y/n..” He said your name again, this time in a questionable tone.

“I uh- Hi.. Um, are you alright? It’s kind of late to be ringing someone’s bell.”

“Oh, oh yeah my sincerest apologies for that. I just wanted to thank you in person… and I wanted to see you.” Draco said, again leaving you speechless.

After a short moment you replied, “Oh.. Well it’s alright, your welcome I mean.”

He looked uncomfortable as he continued to stand in your doorway, but you couldn’t exactly invite him in with your baby a few feet away. Inevitably thats when he woke, cries so loud neither of you would be able to ignore them.

Your eyes went wide at the sound, “I-I’m sorry I have t- just hold on.” you told him and he did just that.

Quickly you lifted Scorpius into your arms, bouncing and rocking him back and forth. “Shhh, you’re okay, i’m right here with you.” you whispered, continuing to soothe him with your soft words, not remembering the man in your doorway.

Draco was still, his eyes were locked on you and the blonde child in your arms. He was mesmerized by how much the small boy resembled the two of you, “Wow..” he accidentally said out loud.

Your eyes shot over to him, suddenly remembering he was there your heart sank. “Draco.. I- Why don’t you come in?” you said and he stood frozen for a moment before slowly walking in.

“You have a beautiful child.” he told you, now in front of the two of you his eyes not moving away from Scorpius. “What’s his name?” he asked.

“Scorpius.”

He smiled, it’s a name you knew he adored. “Scorpius.” he relayed, and immediately Scorpius’s head turned, his big eyes landing on Draco.

“Draco.. I think I need to tell you somethi-

“He’s mine isn’t he?” he interrupted, knowing exactly what you were going to say.

Your mouth dropped. You didn’t know how to explain yourself, how to explain why you never told him the truth. “I- Merlin I don’t even know where to start, I’m sorry. I really am.”

He was still focused on Scorpius, a light in his eyes you haven’t seen in years. “Don’t.” he waved his hand, “You don’t need to say that, I was the one who left. I can’t believe I missed all of this time with him, with you..” he said, a pain in his voice. You could see the hurt on his face and the tears beginning to blur his vision.

“Draco, do you want to hold him? I think he might like that.” Scorpius as well couldn’t take his eyes off of Draco, almost like he knew it was his father.

Draco smiled wide, wiping a stray tear away with his sleeve. “I’d be more than happy too.” he said as he reached out to take the boy from your hands.

As soon as Scorpius was in his arms it was like an instant connection, you could see the look in the both of their eyes as they met.

“He’s so perfect Y/n, I-I’m at a loss for words.” he told you.

“I understand, it’s okay.” you tried to tell him.

He started to sway with Scorpius in his arms and you could see your son start to relax into him. “No, no it’s not. I’m so sorry that I was such a coward, that I never came back for you, that I missed the birth of our son, I wasn’t there for you.. I just— I’m so incredibly sorry Y/n.”

The feeling in your chest was overwhelming you. You never admitted how much you really did miss him, and you never let yourself think of it much either. Now you have too and all kinds of emotions you ignored have resurfaced.

“Why don’t we sit?” you told him and he obliged. He followed you to the sofa and took a seat next to you. At this point the little blonde boy was again asleep but this time in his dad’s arms. His head was slipped into the crook of Draco’s neck, arms propped on top of Draco’s, and his legs secured in his dads hands. The mere image could melt your heart, you didn’t know how much you needed this little family until right now.

“You aren’t the one to be blamed here, you didn’t know. I had over two years to tell you and I didn’t. That was incredibly wrong of me because you deserved to know and to have the chance to be in his life, I thought I was doing the right thing but I wasn’t.” Now tears were threatening to spill from your eyes.

Draco relaxed into the sofa, his hand softly rubbing his son’s back. “Y/n, it’s alright, really. I understand without you even having to say it. I hurt you when I left and I was a completely different person then. I was stupid, so very stupid but i’ve bettered myself. Or at least i’ve tried, I don’t speak to father anymore and i’ve done whatever I can to redeem myself for my past mistakes.. Yet my biggest mistake was leaving you and I’m sorry it took me so long to come back.” He said, his other hand reaching for yours which you accepted.

Your other hand reached up to wipe a tear from his cheek hovering there for a moment, as you went to retract it he stopped you.

“Don’t, please.” he whispered, leaning into your touch. “I’ve missed this.”

You smiled, “Me too.”

He looked back down at his son then back to you, “I don’t want to leave again. I’ll do whatever it takes to make up for the lost time and everything I can to make you both the happiest. I-I want to do this with you, if you let me.” He said.

“Yeah, yeah I think that would be a good idea.” You agreed, your eyes now locked on his sky blue ones. Slowly you both leaned in and when your lips met it was like they never left one another.

[jodiie-leighanne]

Warnings. Mostly fluff.

Originally posted on June 5th.

Special 42nd birthday shot.

“Happy Birthday Dad” Scorpius called as he stepped into the Manor, arms spread out just as his smile.

Y/N watched as her husband rose from the dinning table to embrace their son. How in the world is this man in his early forties?

He brings growing old to shame, hair still soft with bright untones, hues like the lagoon in Iceland; blue hazed in grey fog floating above. Skin porcelain, delicate lines now scattering subtly. Don’t even get me started on the fact this man’s definition of a middle aged dad bod, is dropping from eight defined abs to only six. God forbid.

They met twenty five years ago, Y/N was a neighbour to the Malfoys for years. Home schooled muggle, luckily for her and her family they went undetected by the pure blood supremacists.

The Y/L/N were a humble family, not disgustingly wealthy but never struggled. Successful in their own rights, living low melding with the shadows that was until Y/N and Draco’s World collided. There’s a stream at the far end of their separate acres which joins them, Draco had just learnt his fate was sealed, Y/N just wanted to escape the pressures of forever proving her abilities to a kind that would never accept her.

Midnight, not really a time to be descaling a building in looks for peace, means of escape yet two young teens were both separately doing the same action unbeknownst to the other.

Y/N headed to the stream under the oak. Book , blanket and a flask of something warm and strong in hand. Being vulnerable to the stars had become a regular activity when the world went silent. Tranquillity.

Draco was blurry eyed, pained and broken. Stumbling in a daze of self destruction mentally cursing himself for finding no resolution in the binds he was unwillingly bound to.

Y/N spread her blanket out pleased the air was still warm, she bundled up her clothing just in case she had been wrong. Bending down to get comfortable, abrupt rustling roused her.

Draco had no plan, he needed peace. To his surprise his usual escape was occupied.

“What are you doing here? This is private property” He hissed, surprising the petite doe eyed girl who just straightened her back to face him defiance twinkling.

“I could ask you the same thing” Folded arms across her chest, she wouldn’t back down.

Draco scoffed edging closer to her “This..” He spread his limbs out to show the area “is Malfoy property”

“Funny because this” She mirrored the gesture “is Y/L/N property”

Back and fourth bickering began, mostly juvenile until they agreed to disagree sharing the secluded space.

The rest is history.

Draco and Y/N met nightly, venting and Giggling. Crying and joking, separately they were alone together not so much.

Two people who should be enemies, found friendship which blossomed to love.

After the war ended, Draco went to her first to hold his home in human form.

“She is a filthy..”

“Don’t you dare fucking finish that sentence father..” Enraged at the words spitting from his fathers tongue. Draco had seen the error of his judgements, seeking redemption. Lucius however was too cemented in his ways.

“You will not sully the Malfoy name with that fifty.. “ The young heirs fist collided with the jaw of his elder defending the woman he was betrothed to.

“Yes, yes I will. That girl you speak of loves me, and I happen to be besotted with her. With or without your damned permission I’m marrying her”

And he did. They married three years after their first meeting.

Back to the present, that flame is still very much ignited. Lustful kisses, discreet touches constantly.

Y/N prepared a full celebration feast, arrangers of meets, various trimmings it was mouth watering.

Her husbands close friends and parents had joined together for the moment.

Narcissa had always been accepting of Y/N from the get go, she wanted her baby boy happy. He was beyond that, Lucius eventually came around he realised his son was set in his decision.

Scorpius was conceived not long after marriage the only child they bore. Fertility had been tough, the couple counted their blessings not wanting to tempt fate, in exchange for heart ache.

Clattering of cutlery, laughter and idle chat filled the room. Picture perfect moment.

Scorpius stood from his seat, wine glass in one hand, fork in the other tapping the crystal gently to not earn scolding from his parents.

“Attention please..” everyone turned to the now strapping young adult “Firstly, I would like to wish my father a happy birthday. Thank you for being well just yourself, you deserve all the spoils you receive today” Draco’s grin was wide as he squeezed his wife’s hand under the table.

“Secondly, another thanks for the strong Malfoy genetics you gave me, meaning I will forever look twenty..” Chuckles filled the air, as Y/N shot her cheeky son a look. “Stop it mum your beauty is timeless”

“He isn’t wrong amour” Draco whispered into her hair causing blush to rise on her cheeks.

Y/N in the eyes of her loves was equally as alluring if not more so she oozed grace and charm. She aged like fine wine, with age she just tasted better to him.

Crude yet true.

“Thirdly..” He adjusted the collar of his shirt, shifting awkwardly as Lana Omarne, Scorps long term partner stood beside him. Placing a tentative hand upon tense shoulders. “Mum, dad you-you are going to be grandparents..”

Silence struck as the sentence sunk in. Y/N jumped to her feet along with Cissy. Squealing for joy over another addition to the family.

Draco however sat mouth agape.

“I'm sorry Excuse me?” He gasped, chugging the wine down.

“Me and Lana .. we are having a baby dad” his eyes flitted to the small bump cradled under the palm of his only child.

“Oh this is wonderful news, congratulations my beautiful boy” Y/N engulfed the couple in a tight hold. Followed by everyone else, good wishes spilling from all.

“Isn't that great love” His wife beamed as kissed all over her boys face, making her way back towards her first love. Arms slung around his shoulders, chest to back. He leant into the touch.

“Yes, wonderful” Following suit to congratulate the new parents.

Evening rolled in as the guest widdled, spirits high the whole time. Y/N had finished cleaning the kitchen, ready to join her man up stairs who had excused himself an hour or so ago.

Climbing the stairs to their bed chambers, she heard streams of water. Indicating Draco was in the shower. Smirking, she decided to give him one more present.

Her dress once unzipped crumbled to the floor, pooling at her feet. Undergarments discarded, she edged to the en suite. Steam rolled out the door, a bare silhouette outlined in the cube freestanding in the room, black decor dousing the tiles. Swinging open the door, wrapped immediately in warmth. There he stood, back to her under the heavy flow. Palms braced on the wall, creeping up behind she wrapped his waist.

“What's wrong love?” She whispered into his spine, feeling muscles relax.

“We-grandparents y/n our baby boy is having a child” He sighed slumping slightly. “Fuck I'm old”

“Old ? You, no darling” Placing pecks down his toned shoulders, he exhaled a gentle breath.

Turning to face her. Worrisome look etched on his pale damp skin, jaw defined and clenched.

Arousal sleek in between her thighs. No matter how many years went by that man could turn her on in an instant.

“I'm 42 with a grandchild on the way. Oh god –“ Draco’s head slumped into the crevices of Y/Ns neck.  Making her giggle at him.

Re-entering the bedroom after washing each others bodies, loving kisses shared.

Y/N saw her husband was still a bit on edge. She chose to soothe his treating the only way they did it best.

Sexually.

Draco stood by the king-size drying himself, Y/N smiled at him. Catching his attention when he towel dropped, leaving her once again exposed to him. Brow arched at his gorgeous partner strutting with confidence towards his stiffening length, lust fuelled veins. 

“Lay down baby .. let me show you that we aren't  old at all” In one swoop he was laid flat on the mattress, she hovered over him, pupils dark with desire. 

“What are you?”

“Shh baby lay still” Being the good boy he is, he obeyed. Y/N, worshipped, praised and fucked the shit out of her love. Over and over again.

Filled deep with his seed, marked by his touch and more in love with each thrust.

Seeing her dripping thighs tainted with his cum, breasts bruised from nibbles and face brain dead from his actions made his glow in adoration.

No-one gave it like him. No-one took it like her.

Scents of sex, sounds of heavy breaths filled the darkness.

“Still feeling old as shit?” Y/N huffed out, still recovering.

“Yes - My backs killing me” Laughter echoed, as she lay on her side nestle into him, legs entwined

“I love you so much” She cooed passionately kissing his lips, Draco turned to his side bodies flushed together.

“Yeah? Well I love you so much more Mr. Malfoy” Smashing into one another again sheets tossing. “Happy birthday Baby” Grunting into her mouth he pushed harder Draco, grinding against Y/N bare pussy “Draco are you?” She mumbled on his mouth, eyes wide.

“Always hard for you sweet baby, Clearly one part of me will forever be a teenager”

☆

Nine months later baby Calisto Malfoy was born? Official making Draco and Y/N grandparents. Overwhelmed and overjoyed they spoilt every hair on her petite head. Shocking the world when a month later her uncle Zacarius Malfoy was born.

Draco didn’t feel so old anymore.

[rockingrobin69]

SWIP Snip

I’ve already shared one this week, but my brain’s buzzing something rotten and darling @crazybutgood​ tagged me and just. I’ve been writing this fic since June, keep coming back to it, by far the longest I have (at currently 8 chapters). Featuring thieving Scorpius, grieving Draco and Harry who is... looking. For his way. For them, I guess. 

Harry only remembered it five steps from his door: peppers. He never got peppers. He was going to make goulash for Ron, which meant he spent the last few days telling himself: peppers, peppers, you need a lot of peppers, paprika means pepper in Hungarian, don't forget about the peppers, you always forget something, don’t let it be the peppers. And here, living to see yet another prophecy fulfilled, the boy who blew it. Three cartons of oats milk and not even one pepper to spare.

He stood there for a moment, thinking—no, wallowing—no, beating himself, because really. Really. Really, and just now, with the company thing and Teddy’s eleventh looming, now he had to go and do this. Harry laid the bags on the pavement and rubbed his eyes. Ron and Hermione would be here soon. He still had to take a shower, tidy up a bit. Cook the damn goulash, which he’s promised Ron he would ages ago. Give himself the never-ending pep talk he stole from that TV series, the one about things being not the end of the world, fancy that. And then Ron and Hermione would come over, and it’d be nice, it always is. They’ll say nice things about his food and he’ll remember how much he loves them. It’ll be nice.

So Harry went back with his tail between his legs. Just for the peppers, just because Ron made such a big deal about finally trying his Famous Goulash, just because Harry was a pathetic baby who needed constant coddling. Always such a baby. Which was also why, when he first heard the voice, he ignored it.

It happened, like any major drama, in the produce section. A voice coming from behind a huge bin of potatoes. Something he hasn’t heard in years, and also sort of never heard at all. Still he froze, glued to his spot down by the tomatoes. Felt his heart racing, unreasonable in his chest. And just when he stood there long enough, when he managed to convince himself it was nothing, nothing, actually nothing, the voice spoke again. Even worse, laughed, deep and warm: “Darling! Hey! Come back here!”

On the one hand, it couldn’t be him, because this was Harry’s Tesco’s and a random evening in November and no one’s seen him in years. On the other hand, who would say something like that, darling in that tone, in the middle of a supermarket, if it wasn’t—

The scene unfolded before his eyes, stuck as he was on the spot. Tiny lump of a human, blond-blond in a very telling way, practically all smile, running his way. Following: lean, far taller than he had any right to be. Hair down to his ears, messy, like that made sense. A bit paler than he has been, tighter around the mouth, but his eyes all lit up.

“Darling! Give me the—I’m sorry, Sir. It’s yours if you still want it.” He caught up with the toddler and grabbed what seemed to be a potato, handing it back to an amused-looking old man. “That was terribly rude, love. What would… we don’t steal from other people’s baskets. Apologise to this gentleman.”

“It’s all right,” the man waved a hand, “he can keep it, it’s not really—”

“Please, Sir. Scorpius, come here.”

But he just smiled, with a cheeky chuckle that made Harry remember he was there too. Something like a cough tore through him, a sudden oh, right, and then all the people in the shop turned to him. Or at least: the old man with the potato, the tiny boy, and Malfoy.

The world was silent for a long, thick moment. All four of them seemed stuck in this shared gasp. Then Malfoy blinked, three times in a row, picked up the boy, and turned his back on Harry.

“Awfully sorry,” he said, and left. Harry still stood by the tomatoes, unable to lift a finger.

Tagging anyone who wants to share with the class! Literally you! If you want to! YOU!

[dracopetal]

Prompt: Evenfall

@drarrymicrofic

wordcount: 217

“How will he know where to go?” Scorpius says anxiously, always a worrier.

“Magic,” Draco explains for the third time. He doesn’t sound exasperated; he sounds just as excited as his son.

“And he’ll like Mrs Weasley’s biscuits, yes?”

Harry emerges from his place in the hall, where he had been listening. “Everyone likes Mrs Weasley’s biscuits, especially Santa Claus.”

Scorpius is satisfied for only a moment before he frowns again. “But if Santa Claus gets Mrs Weasley’s biscuits at Mrs Weasley’s house, won’t he get mixed up?”

“Of course not. He doesn’t stop at the Weasley’s, there’s no children there anymore.”

“That means he’ll be extra grateful to get them here, he might even give you extra.” Draco tickles his sides, and Scorpius giggles, brimming with Christmas cheer. Harry watches, heart filled.

“Will he be here soon?” Scorpius asks as Draco lifts him off the table.

“Not yet, it’s barely dusk.”

“But how does he get everywhere in one night? Might he come early?”

“Time turners, right Harry?” Draco says as he passes him and goes into the living room, where the Christmas tree they decorated is.

“Yeah, the Ministry lends them out specially.”

Scorpius seems satisfied for the moment, and Harry wishes he could bottle the memory of their perfect first Christmas as a family.

[cloveswifey]

Clingy

Dad!Tom riddle X Fem!Reader

Fluff

"Mommy is mine!" Mattheo, your spirited three-year-old, shouted, pushing Tom's face away from you.

"Excuse me?" Tom feigned offense, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. "She is married to me, little buddy." He proudly displayed your ring on his finger, causing Mattheo to cry in despair. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at your husband's playful antics.

Mattheo had definitely entered that clingy phase. He only wanted you to feed him, hug him, play with him, and put him to sleep. He absolutely despised when Tom even gave you a little peck on the lips, and oh, was Tom having fun teasing your little one.

In the past few days, Mattheo's clinginess seemed to escalate. Not that he wasn't clingy before, but now it had become even more intense. As you tried to cook, his little hands would constantly explore your body, causing him to become upset when Tom was around. In an attempt to scare Tom away, Mattheo would even throw his food at him, which only made Tom laugh even harder.

You gave Tom a knowing look and remarked, "I wonder where he got his bad temper from."

Tom affectionately placed a hand on your growing stomach and whispered against your head, "Let's hope this little one isn't as jealous as his brother."

[mxlfoydraco]

yesterday I woke up in a fever dream and furiously noted down a Very Important post idea before I lost it into the abyss of sleep. here it is:

[amomorii]

Harry's been dressing Draco up in Muggle clothes again 😬

ft. Treacle! their ever adorable rescue kitten, who Draco also pretends (badly) not to love

This was a commission for @mossybunnytail, thank you so much!!!

[ivmaruva]

Art from my latest tiktok. ❤️‍🩹

You can watch it HERE

Little Scorpius realises people are very unfriendly to his dad and he’s confused. 🥺

[slitheriyn]

the malfoy-potters are not morning people

[littlewinnow]

Omfg I saw this image and I just had to draw harry with Scorpius 😭😭😭😭😭

[basiatlu]

Harry Potter and the Great Rescue of Sir Duckie von Quackington