#the Malfoy family

[sofoulandfairaday]

I'm so sorry but sometimes I feel like the Harry Potter fandom tries too hard to make certain characters look too cool. Case in point: the Slytherins. As a Slytherin myself I'm biased to say it's the coolest house, yes, BUT

Draco Malfoy was a simpering little coward, he was NOT a cool, cigarette-smoking Little Lord with a muggle shirt on (that's all Tom Felton)

Theodore Nott is described as "weedy", "stringy," and "rabbity" and yet somehow he always looks like a god in fanfictions. He wasn't even that close with Draco, there's no indication they were friends.

Regulus Black was NOT a poor misunderstood little soul, he was the less attractive brother, less charismatic, he was a blood-supremacist, and he was a Voldemort fanboy all throughout Hogwarts (he had a room full of newspaper clippings of him and all the DE attacks!). And yes, he did redeem himself, but much like Snape he probably wasn't that good of a person.

Pansy Parkinson is described as ugly, and stupid, and she's also quite nasty and a stereotypical mean girl.

This is not to say that these characters shouldn't be explored in the fandom, but I would love to see more realistic depictions of their flaws and shortcomings because they feel more like real people in the very limited lines they have in the books than in all of the fan meta/etc. written about them.

I would love to explore them more but I hate when they are just name-holders for people's Mary Sues and OCs.

Give me resentful, mean, small, bitter Theodore Nott who's highly individualistic and resentful of Draco Malfoy because he's not that much better of a wizard and only gets on in Slytherin house because of his surname. Give me neo-Death Eater Theo Nott in book 7 who rejoices like the others at the Malfoys' humiliation.

Jegulus has somehow become a trend??? All right, even as a crack!ship it has so much potential for drama. Give me a good reason why James Potter is attracted to Sirius' hateful, resentful little shit of a brother and the drama that comes from that because Sirius would never forgive him if he ever found out. And give me a bitter and angry Regulus that only gets close to James to get back at his brother/to get info on Voldemort's behalf/for whatever reason and then James grows on him? He can't decide if he likes him or hates him.

And by the way, let's quit it with the abusive relatives in Slytherin. I'm pretty sure Walburga was but not because she cursed her children. Emotional manipulation while being perfectly convinced you're in the right is a trap into which even good parents fall, in the real world. Draco Malfoy's parents were anything but abusive, I don't even think they were cold towards their son. Yes, they were racist jerks, but they truly loved their child, Lucius too.

[somesnapefan2]

Lucius: Don’t go into the living room

Narcissa: why?

Lucius: I saw a spider

Narcissa: did you kill it?

Lucius: I have two arms and it has eight it’s not really a fair is it Narcissa!.

[rite-te-suli-kireysi-ite]

Meant to Break the Laws of Gravity Too by BetsyByron

Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom:

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationship:

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Series:

Part 1 of We Were Meant to Make a Thing or Two

Status:

Completed

62.7k words

14 chapters

Summary:

Do you ever feel like you want to read Harry Potter for the first time again? This fic’s for you!

What if losing someone added something to your life instead? What could Harry’s childhood have been like if Vernon Dursley hadn’t been in it? How could Draco’s have turned up if he hadn’t grown up in Lucius Malfoy’s shadow?

Canon-divergent rewrite of the books, based on how the absence of these two minor, but nevertheless key characters would change things, with OTPs and other liberties taken.

Read on AO3 here

[maluceh]

Black sisters, and their lovers

[lilbeanz]

Draco Malfoy will return in...

Coming Soon to an Ao3 browser near you!

[meemoop]

Regulus Black! First time drawing him 😅 I’m not well versed in Regulus’s lore, but I know he bravely deceived Voldemort so here’s him doing that. 👍

[wizardemotions]

pinterest showed me some screenshots of posts that gave me the concept for an au where both harry and ron are sorted slytherin & draco is just slightly less rude in the first book. i could go into why i think this makes a lot of sense for ron but i won't. i've affectionately dubbed them the platinum quartet in my head and they will not leave me the fuck alone

[daddiesdrarryy]

Regulus: Your side of the family isn’t perfect. Your sister is an insane pervert!

Narcissa: Don’t talk to me about the sexual habits of family members, Reg. What about your brother?

Regulus: …My brother has been through a lot

Narcissa: Of dick

Sirius: *gasp*

[souryam]

"the malfoys and snape only tolerated each other for political gain and he hated the family actually" : boring, no angst, cliche, makes snape's decision have no emotional stakes

"the malfoys and snape trusted each other despite everything largely bc they met very young, snape challenges their pre conceived notions on basically everything but they treat him like family regardless, meaning that snape betrayed the (bad) people who gave him a home for the ("good") people that mocked and abused him his whole life": insane, appealing, lucius being a reluctant big brother, snape being dracos godparent, emotional stakes through the roof, post war lucius grappling w the fact his bsf betrayed him, that he was the one to lead him to his death yet lucius still loves him bc he saw him as his little brother

[myfavcharacterdidntdrown]

Draco at the Potters for dinner

James: Draco, we’re so happy to have you here

Draco: Thank you Mr. Potter

Sirius: *constantly judging Draco*

Remus: Oh come on Sirius. Aren’t you happy that Harry got a boyfriend?

Sirius: Harry, you know that he’s your second cousin right?

Regulus: Well at least he’s following the family tradition

Remus: *spits out his tea*

James: wtf just happened…

*Harry and Draco totally traumatised*

[sweetiecutie]

You’re sad bc Draco cheated on you so you fuck his dad instead💖

Warnings: NSFW, infidelity, straight up nasty but hot lol

- Does it make you feel better, honey? - Lucius’ velvety voice droned on, his pale eyes watched you bouncing eagerly on his cock, big hands running up and down your sides, caressing your skin with skilled touches.

- So much better, thank you, Sir, - you stammered out, voice strained and trembling from all the pleasure rolling over your body in hot waves.

Lucius’ thin lips curled into a smug smirk at your breathless reply, and you exulted internally - how easy it was to manipulate this man into doing whatever you wanted just by pouting your lips prettily and looking up at him with those sad puppy eyes. Like father like son, you guessed.

Lucius’ hands came to gently cup your bouncing tits, thumbs flicking the nubs of your nipples lightly, making your head loll back at added pleasure.

- Never considered Draco an idiot, but he surely must be one if he let go of a woman like you, - you smiled coyly at older man’s words, masking your sneer skillfully. And that says a husband of Narcissa Black - the most precious woman in the world, and you would actually feel guilty and sorry for what you were doing right now if you didn’t know that there were no love between them from the very beginning.

So you just wrapped your arms around man’s strong neck, leaning closer in for him to pepper kisses all over your neck and chest, speeding up the snapping of your hips, impaling yourself over and over again on his throbbing thick cock. You could feel the tight knot starting to unravel itself in the pit of your stomach, hands gripping tightly on Lucius’ biceps and moaning out his name so sweetly as he thrusted up into your squelching pussy from his position underneath you, you body oh so soft under his fingers.

Malfoy crashed his lips onto yours, both your moans and heavy breathing mixing together as you reached your orgasms - strong shudder running through your tired body as Lucius spilled deep inside your pussy, coating your plushy walls with his spent.

And you were sure that you heard a door creaking open quietly through your orgasmic delirium and could almost physically feel a pair of grey eyes, resembling his father’s ones so closely, staring onto your back fiercely.

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[shallyouobeyme]

Fortune

Platonic Yander Malfoy!Family x Dragon!reader (GN)

Summary: A long time ago there lived a species of dragon-hybrids with magical gifts. You - one of these hybrids - had the gift of bringing good fortune to whoever was close to you, but as you'd soon learn, using your gift to help others would only endanger you...

! Minors do not interact !

TW: Not Canon Complainant about the Malfoy's backstory, imprisonment, manipulation, kidnapping, infantilisation (kinda), I do not condone this - this is all fiction

One or two Centuries ago, when muggles still believed in magic and fantastical creatures roamed the earth almost freely, many more kinds of species lived in nature. Some of them were closely related to creatures still on this planet in the present. One example of such a case was a kind of dragon that had long since left the face of the earth, one that shared many similarities with the humans around it. In fact, these dragons had the ability to shift from their full dragon form to that of a bipedal, humanoid dragon-person hybrid. Further than their ability to shift though was their ability to innately use magic.

Now, their abilities were not like the abilities of wizards and witches who could put their magic into words and gestures, using their magic as a medium to achieve many different goals. Instead, they tended to be born with a specific magical talent that differed from case to case - some could control different elements (since these dragons did not naturally have the ability to breathe fire or water), some could communicate with nature, some changed the weather, and others could use their scales to make themselves invisible to any living and dead being.

One of these dragons, still a young fetchling when this story began had a rare and sought-after ability - the ability to attract fortune. Something every dragon with a knack for hoarding (so almost all) would kill for, which was why the little dragon-hybrid was told from a very young age to keep hidden from creatures that would use them and their powers for their own gain. This young dragon was you - and often, when you now fell asleep, you still dreamt of the night that would turn out to be the one to doom your entire life.

You had barely just started to fly without your parent's supervision and after being kept at home for your entire (short) life in hopes that no one would try to use you, your curiosity for real life and everything beyond the mountain you called home grew restless. So you did what any curious child with the ability to fly would do and you took off to where you knew the nearest village to be. You landed a few miles away from it, well aware that your parents would be furious beyond belief if you went into town and let your existence be known to humans. After all, your parents always did make a point of mentioning just how greedy and selfish humans tended to be.

You were a fool to not believe them. You were in your humanoid form - comparable with a human child of about eight or nine years - as you stepped into a clearing. The sound of sobbing echoed through the trees around you and your eyes fell onto a form hunched onto the floor in sobs. They looked similar to you, but a lot smoother, and without any horns or wings protruding out of their back. Honestly, they looked really strange, but your parents had described something similar to what you were seeing and they had said that these smooth wingless things were humans. Obviously, you were intrigued.

"Why are you crying?" you asked in your young, squeaky voice and the human jumped up, turning to look at you in shock. Their eyes widened even further at your appearance, but they seemed too shaken to properly realize what was going on.

"You-You're a - You're a dragon?" they finally stuttered out, their tears long forgotten. You couldn't help but giggle, of course, you were a dragon, what else were you supposed to be?

"Yes I am, and you're a human, right?" you asked and they only responded by nodding, "then why were you crying, human?"

"I-" They seemed to question their reality for a second, probably wondering if they should tell a random little dragon-hybrid their sorrows, but they responded nonetheless, "My mother... She's very ill and I don't have the money to buy the medicine she needs, I fear that she'll pass away soon and then I will be all alone in the world."

As their tears build up again, you feel yourself sympathize with the human. Sure, you had your parents, but they were travelling all of the time, leaving you to your own devices and even your siblings had been allowed to leave the nest and make a way of their own, it was just you who was kept alone in the cave under the pretence of protection. So you very well knew how it felt to be alone, to be lonely. And so you knew that if you could do something against someone else feeling like that, then you would.

"I can help you!" you exclaimed excitedly at the thought of doing something good.

"What? How?" the human - you decided that if humans were at all similar to your own kin then they must have been a man - asked, completely perplexed as you walked towards him, stopping just a step away.

"It's my gift, I can bring fortune to people, I can help you make the money you need for the medicine," you were smiling brightly now, but the human still seemed confused. 'How,' he just asked and you told him to kneel down. Usually, your presence alone was enough to attract riches and riches beyond most people's dreams, but you knew that if you wanted to help someone attract fortune without being near them, you had to use a different tactic. And so, once the man had knelt down, you pressed a kiss to his forehead and a shimmer of silver light sparkled over his face - the same silver of your scales.

After that you left for home, but before you could take off the human called out to you: "What's your name? Will I see you again?"

"I'm Y/N - and I don't know, I hope so," you responded as you took flight and the last thing they shouted to you before the distance was too large to hear them was that their name was Layton Malfoy.

After that, you used every chance you had to fly to that clearing where Layton was usually already waiting for you - he'd tell you all these amazing stories of his life and he'd entertain you, trying to be your best friend. At least you thought that was all he wanted. What you didn't realize was that slowly but surely he was trying to keep you by his side longer and longer, always finding another reason as to why you should stay, telling you how your parents were using you, about how they weren't these amazing dragons that you thought them to be. And maybe because you were just a lonely child who was just desperate for the attention or maybe because Layton was your first friend and you didn't believe friends would lie to each other, you believed him. And so after he kept telling you all these things about how he was the one who would actually protect you, about how he'd finally let you live a normal life, you left the clearing with him towards his home town - thinking about how you'd return home one day and tell your parents about how wrong they were about humans and about all the great things you lived through.

You never returned home though, in fact, you never saw your parents again. Decades later - you were now comparable to a human teenager - Layton's grandchildren had told you that the dragon-hybrids had been declared extinct after they had been hunted for their powers and their horns. The Malfoy heir told you that he was so happy that his grandfather had 'taken you in' and how the entire family just felt thankful that you hadn't been hunted as well. He elected to ignore the fact that you were shackled to a wall in a secret Cellar below their large estate - possible only because they had you locked away to attract them money,.

After finding out about the cruel fate of your kin, you shifted into your dragon form attempting to not give the Malfoy any sense of result by responding to them or even just paying attention to them. You rolled into yourself, closed your eyes and stopped things but eat, drink and sleep. No matter how often the ever-evolving generations of Malfoys tried to get you to interact with them, you just stayed silent. Honestly, you were surprised that after decades of silence, they still tried to talk to you - wasn't your presence in their cellar enough? You were still attracting fortune for them, what more did they want? Over the years they tried to get you out of your shell by decorating your cellar with numerous pillows and blankets and things that dragons loved in their hord. Your Chamber probably had more money, jewels and riches in it than their bank account. And yet, as much as you secretly appreciated your new horde, you stayed silent.

At least until a new Malfoy was born and old enough to come down to you on his own. Lucius was just a child when he saw you for the first time lying curled into yourself in your pile of riches and pillows and blankets, but even he could see the sadness in your form. And so he tried to talk to you, but like his parents and grandparents had told him, the dragon in their cellar did not talk. But he didn't stop, he told you about how he thought the family had enough money already, about how he thought they should let you free and how you'd be able to breathe fresh air again once he became the patriarch of the family. Maybe it was the earnestness in his voice or the fact that he reminded you of yourself when you were a hatchling, still trusting in the world around you, but you caved and you shifted for the first time in what must have been over 100 years.

It was safe to say Lucius was ecstatic and the two of you soon became close. You talked to him and him only, and he enjoyed it immensely. He tried to spend as much time as possible down with you and was so close to you that you actually let him nap with you in your horde (he always got to lie on the parts with lots of pillows and blankets, because you knew humans were a lot more sensitive than you). And as he grew older you tried to remind him of his promise and at first he agreed, but the older he grew the more unsure he seemed. Still, he agreed - probably knowing that you'd stop your friendship with him once you realized that he didn't intend to keep his promise anymore.

It was only once he came down, dressed all in black, now an adult with his own child, telling you that his father Abraxas had passed because of a case of Dragon Pox - a cruel wink of fate as you couldn't help but think - that you excitedly ran towards the bars of your cage, believing that you'd finally be let out of this horrible prison. Only that Lucius didn't open the door. 'Why?' you asked him, silver streaks of tears streaming down your cheeks, 'Don't you have enough Fortune? Is the money really worth it?'.

"It was never about the money, at least not for me if it was just that I would let you go in a heartbeat, but I know that the second I let you out you'll be gone. You'll leave me behind, here without you, and I don't think I can do that Y/N. I need to know that you're here, safe, where I always know you're well cared for. I hope one day you'll be able to forgive me - even if I'm not there to experience it."

That was the day you realized that Lucius and Narcissa - and after his son Draco as well - would never let you go. They did try to make your living 'situation' more comfortable, changing out the bars to your cave with an actual door after putting enough spells on you to keep you from ever leaving the premises of their mansion, keeping you from kind of violence against them and keeping alerting them should you ever be in any kind of distress or danger. Soon they had integrated you into their everyday life, treating you like a child to be protected and not like you've had lived longer than they could ever imagine. Even Draco - who grew up with you as a constant in his life - developed the same sense of protectiveness that his parents had, as if he wasn't a literal child, and when it was time for him to leave for Hogwarts he insisted you writing him at least once a week, because otherwise he was sure he'd go insane with worry (at least that was what he said).

And so, while for a few decades, you had actually thought freedom was close, you soon realized that you had just switched one prison against a slightly more glamorous one - and it seemed that as long as there were Malfoys, you'd never be able to escape it.

A/N: This is based on another great idea by @sol565 so I wanna give them a big thanks and a big shoutout ❤️❤️❤️

[starchaserdreams]

James: Sirius, who's your favorite sibling?

Sirius: well I only have the one, so it's gotta be him.

James: Regulus, who's your favorite sibling?

Regulus: Narcissa. Definitely.

[lurveinn]

So I was thinking about the different reasons Narcissa has a non-star name, and for the longest time I headcanoned it was because Cygnus didn’t give a fuck and was mad about having another girl, so he let Druella name her. Today though, I was reading up on the Narcissus plant, specifically Narcissus poeticus, which among other things is my favourite flower (in my country it’s called nargis) and thought to be the specific flower from the story of Narcissus.

An interesting fact about Narcissus poeticus- ‘the plant blooms late, after the setting of Arcturus about the equinox’.

In HP, names have power, so I propose- Cygnus gave Narcissa her name, and he did it because he was superstitious; he was himself annoyed at having another daughter, but also so annoyed at the rest of the family’s jabs at him- specifically Arcturus’- that he named his daughter Narcissa to tempt fate, so that her ‘bloom’, ie. coming of age, would coincide with Arcturus’ death.

[radiohead-spiderman]

“Jam you can’t just make the Black family French because you want to” WHO’S going to stop me?? Hm?? Who’s going to stop me?? All those mfs are FRENCH, they were going to go to Beauxbaton even

You can pry French baguette eating ancient house of Black out of my cold dead hands

[lilbeanz]

The madness continues ...