#they are married and have a baby and scorpius is fine and part of the crew now ig good for him

[patrophthia]

Hi! I love your writing and so I was wondering if I could request something with Theo Nott based on the song The Party by Maisie Peters maybe? It's ok if you're not interested. Thank you <333

thank you for liking my writing!!! i’ve never actually heard of this song so thank u for introducing me to this banger it’s so cuteeee (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

you’re my favorite comic | theo n.

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff, established relationships!! childhood friends to lovers, reader refers to slytherins as the enemy, happy couple stuff, there’s scorpius too

part of my 1k celebration event !

There’s a few way Theodore remembers you, all of which seems to be memories of when he decided he felt something for you. 

Like, for example, when you were four, sitting down besides him with your ankles in your laps, heart in your hands with your eyes focused on him as he read you a story you couldn’t comprehend. 

He’s four too but he’s a cool four year old —this is what he told himself, seeing as he was the only four year old he knew who could read— who decided then that you were a friend, and that you’d always be his friend until he’s all old and wrinkly, and you pruning as you listened to him read you your new favorite book —he could only hoped you never learn how to read. 

He remembers you well when you’re both sixteen, standing under the quidditch pitch as you scowl at Malfoy a few feet above you. “I can’t believe you’re with the enemy.” 

And Theodore stifles a laugh, forever finding it amusing how his best friend (Draco Malfoy), and his child hood best friend (also known as someone he’s been fancying for the longest time) were both quidditch captain for the opposing team. “Technically you’re the enemy.”

“Well you better stop fraternizing with the enemy then,” you snickered, eyeing the Slytherins practicing from below. “You’re going to look real bad when Malfoy finds out.” 

“Finds out what? That we’re friends?” He retorts uninterestedly. 

“No,” you replied, “that you’re in love with me.” You say it so causally that he chokes, Theodore actually chokes up on his spit that you have to run a calming hand down his back. “Don’t worry about it. I’m in love with you too. Have you ever wondered why I’ve turned down every person who’s asked me out?” 

Theodore composes himself then. “I just thought you weren’t interested.” 

“I wasn’t interested because they weren’t you,” you say, pulling out your wand and handing it over to him. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to have a word with the enemy.” 

And as you leave —as if you didn’t just admit that you’ve known that he’s loved you this entire time— with your wand in his hand, Theodore decides you’re as unpredictable as they come; and that if you were a cartoon, you’d always be his favorite comic. 

And he remembers —well, promise to remember you now, with a hand pressed against the small of your back and the Malfoys a few feet behind the two of you; thanking you for coming to their small dinner party and being the last one to leave by helping them clean up, did Theodore decide that he wants to marry you. 

You’re sat at the passenger seat, fussing over your hair through the tiny mirror; a small pout is prominent as you sigh. “I can’t believe you let me go out looking like this.” 

Theodore spares a glance at you, not spotting a single thing wrong with you. “Like what?” 

“My hair is a mess, Theo.” 

To him, you’re stressing out over nothing. But he loves you, and he knows you well enough to understands that it’s not like that for you. So he tries his hardest to reassure as best as he could. “Your hair looks fine. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen all night, baby. Don’t be so harsh on yourself.” 

You’re quiet for a second, before: “so you think baby Scorpius is ugly?” 

Theodore is baffled, bewildered by you as he struggles to come up with a respond. “That’s not what I said.” 

“But if I’m the most beautiful thing then you think Scorpius is not as good looking then?” 

“Scorpius is a baby,” Theodore sighs. “He looks like a sack of potatoes.” 

And when Theodore couldn’t even bring himself to be annoyed by your dramatic scandalized gasp at his words; he knew he was in it for the long run. 

[dhr-ao3]

Rosaline

Rosaline https://ift.tt/fpNszER by Abasicbibliophile “Okay, fine. So when I read it for the first time I really liked a name and then, when I read it as a teenager I always thought I'd name my future daughter that,” Hermione revealed sheepishly. “What? Juliet?” She shook her head, “Rosaline. It's a beautiful name,” “Why didn't you say anything?” “Well, Ara and Scorpius are rather poetic. You know, naming twins after two adjacent constellations,” Hermione answered. Draco smiled proudly. It had been his idea after all. “Why not now, then? We could be having a daughter,” he suggested after a short pause. “I think Rosaline Granger-Malfoy has a nice ring to it,” “No, Draco. We cannot break your family naming tradition over some stupid thought,” she said firmly. “Darling, I already broke the biggest tradition. Everyone expects this from us,” Words: 1903, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 6 of Happily Ever After? Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy, Original Malfoy Characters (Harry Potter), Narcissa Black Malfoy, Hermione Granger's Mother, Hermione Granger's Father Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Family Fluff, Married Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy In Love, Established Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Parents Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Domestic Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Pregnant Hermione Granger, Baby Names, It's William Shakespeare's Fault, I'm Sorry William Shakespeare, Good Parent Draco Malfoy, Good Significant Other Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy Loves Hermione Granger, One Shot, I'm Bad At Tagging, I'm Bad At Titles, Protective Draco Malfoy, Community: Dramione FanFiction Forum, Community: dramionedrabble via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/WaKTv6d March 29, 2024 at 07:15AM

[toshsato]

Oh shit, it's over. I finished my Farscape rewatch (haven't seen it since I was a kid, so I didn't remember most of this stuff.) I actually really liked The Peacekeeper Wars! It wasn't perfect but considering that they had to condense a season into just a couple hours, I think they did really well.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Against an Endless Tide (Part 2)

(This is a part 2 to whatever this is going to be called. CW:Gaslighting parents, dealing with trauma response)

There was never really anything that Draco could do to prepare himself for visiting his parents. Most of the time his mother was fine and he knew that she loved him dearly and loved Scorpius even more.

His father, on the other hand, still seemed to barely tolerate him. In spite of all of the things that Draco had done to earn his approval, joining Voldemort and marrying a pureblood woman both being at the very top of the list. He'd recently been working to come to terms with the fact that he was never going to be enough for his father and that just had to be okay.

Admittedly, he wasn't doing terribly well.

Still, when he came through the floo, his mother was waiting to greet them, reaching immediately for Scorpius and pulling him into her arms.

"Meh-meh!" he said, "Meh-meh, hi! Hi meh-meh!"

"Hello you sweet baby boy," she cooed, pressing kisses to his cheeks.

He squirmed to get down and she set him on the floor before turning to Draco. "Hello, darling," she said, pulling him into a hug and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You're looking awfully thin, Draco," she said, squeezing him a little tighter. "Are you feeling alright?" she asked. "Are you eating enough? You know that Lucius and I would be glad to send you one of the house elves to help-"

"That's alright," he said hastily, the thought of owning a house elf honestly turned his stomach. "I'm eating plenty," he glanced over her shoulder at Scorpius and realized that he was about two seconds away from knocking over an expensive flower pot, "Not for babies," he said quickly. "Not for babies, Scorpius," he repeated as Scorpius looked over at him, bottom lip protruding once more. "I know it's very pretty," he said, as he made his way over, "But this is mémère's special pot and we have to be careful, yes?" he murmured.

Scorpius looked back at the pot, "Careful," he said softly.

"That's right, darling," he said.

Mother came over, "would you like to go out to the garden for breakfast, Scorpius?" she asked.

"Brek-sist!" he cheered, half hopping, half running toward the open back door that let out onto the patio.

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Draco took a quiet deep breath and followed them outside to where his Lucius was already seated at the table reading the Prophet. "Ah," he said when he deigned to glance over the top of the newspaper to see them, "You're here."

"Right on time," Draco said lightly as took a few steps to keep up with Scorpius and catch him before he could get past the table.

"Well," Lucius said, "I thought that your mother and I had taught you that being on time is being late-"

"And being early is to be on time," he finished. "I thought that applied to board rooms," he managed as he cast a charm on the chair that would act as a booster so Scorpius would be a bit taller and then cast a second that would keep him in place, "Not brunch with my parents."

"He's getting a bit old for a booster charm isn't he?" mother asked.

Draco looked up from where he was sliding Scorpius closer to the table, "he's two."

"You were starting to sit in chairs at that age," she said, "I'm quite certain."

"Well," he said as he sat down at the table, "perhaps we'll work on that next."

"What are you working on now?" she asked, dipping a piece of cantaloupe for herself before saying, "eat, eat."

Draco took a moment to inventory the food on the table to find which things Scorpius was going to eat. Toast and raspberries it was. "Well-" he said as he took two pieces of toast and started spreading jam on them.

"This is mine!" Scorpius cried, reaching for the toast in Draco's hand.

"Yes, love," he affirmed. "This is your's, dada is just getting some jam spread for you."

"Mine," he said again, bottom lip protruding.

He handed over the partially covered piece of toast and started on the second, setting that and a handful of raspberries on the expensive china they'd set out for that morning.

"So," mother prompted once more as Draco poured himself a cup of coffee, "You're working on what? Writing? Mathematics?"

"Identifying colors and potty training," Draco supplied, doing his best not to sound incredulous.

"Colors!" Scorpius exclaimed. "Red, boo, puh-pull, gween."

"Very good," he praised,

Lucius spluttered on his coffee, "Do you really think that's appropriate?"

"What?" he asked, brow furrowing in confusion as he slid a sippy cup closer to Scorpius.

Lucius lowered his voice as though he was saying something indecent, "Potty training?" he asked with a great deal of disgust.

"Well," he said, tone as light as he could make it, "some would argue that a father is the right person to potty train a boy," he said. "And even if that's not the argument that you might make, my wife's been dead for two years now, if you recall, so there's not really anyone else to do it."

"Draco," his father said reprovingly even as his mother stepped in.

"We could always send you a house elf," she offered again.

He sighed, "I'll let you know," he said, even though he knew that he wasn't going to change his mind; his child deserved to be raised by him, not a house elf. He glanced over at Scorpius, watching him struggle with the adult fork they'd left out for him. With a quick charm the fork transformed into a child's fork and he cheerfully speared a raspberry.

Draco ignored the pointed look his parents sent at each other and focused on his own soft boiled egg, a breakfast that he'd hated as a child, and still wasn't overly fond of.

Fortunately, his father began to talk about work and Draco could breathe a little easier, nodding along and asking appropriate questions while he kept an eye on Scorpius.

It only took Scorpius another five minutes to finish breakfast and then he turned to Draco, eyes wide, "Pay?" he asked, bouncing a little on his chair in his eagerness. "Pay, dada?"

"Yes, love," he said, reaching over and wiping his hands and face before helping him off the chair. "Go play."

Scorpius scampered off to the corner of the garden and Lucius, after a pregnant pause where the only sound was their silverware scraping the plates, said, "You know, when you were his age, you weren't dismissed from the table until everyone had finished eating."

He hummed, "When he's a little older."

"You-" Lucius started but then Scorpius cried out, the sort of frustrated cry that meant he was stuck and couldn't do whatever he was trying to on his own.

"Excuse me," he said, wiping his mouth on his cloth napkin before making his way over to Scorpius who was trying to get a root of the tree to move so that he could build with the blocks his parents kept outside. "It doesn't move," he said softly, crouching beside his son and brushing a hand through the top of his soft blond hair.

"Moob it!" he begged, eyes wet, "moob it, dada. Pease!"

"I can't love," he said, making a show of pushing the root. "The root helps support the tree," he added, scooping Scorpius into his arms and pressing a kiss to his head as he wailed. "I know," he said softly. "It's hard when things don't work they way we want them to," he soothed. "Can you take a deep breath with me?" he murmured softly.

"No breath!" he sobbed. "No breath!"

"Okay," Draco said, forcing himself to take a calm breath, to regulate his own emotions so that he could help Scorpius to regulate his. "Dada's going to take some slow breaths, you can too, when you're ready."

He took audible slow breaths and after a few moments, Scorpius started to take slow breaths as well.

"That's it, darling. Well done, you." He pressed a kiss to Scorpius' head and wiped his tears. "Can we try building in a different spot?" he asked. "Look," he added, pointing to a spot about six inches from where he'd been originally, "It's nice and flat here, no tree roots. Would you like to try it?"

"Yeah," Scorpius nodded, wiping his eyes with his fist.

"Alright," he said, setting him down and helping him get the first few blocks set up. "Can dada go finish breakfast?"

"Yeah," he said as he focused on the blocks once more.

Draco pressed a kiss to the top of his head and made his way back over to the table. He sat and resumed his meal.

"Don't you think that was a bit excessive?" Mother asked gently.

He looked up from his fruit, "Sorry?"

"What she's trying to say is that you spoil him, Draco," his father inserted.

"Ah," he said, calmly stabbing a raspberry and a blueberry together on his fork and putting them into his mouth.

Mother continued, "All I'm trying to say is that if you coddle him now he'll grow up thinking he's entitled to that."

"Excuse me?" he said, trying to force his heart to slow down.

"Think about it," she said, as though she was being the reasonable one. "If he thinks that he can always have his way-"

"But he didn't get his way," Draco interrupted.

"He did. You sat there on the ground and rocked him and-"

He shook his head, "If he'd gotten his way I would have move the tree root." Draco set his fork down, "He got comfort because he was upset but he didn't get his way."

"But he'll always think that someone needs to coddle him-"

"No," he said firmly. "Teaching him it's okay to feel your feelings, teaching him to breathe, teaching him to rationalize what is happening is only teaching him how to self-regulate when he is older. Helping to sooth him now will help him to self-sooth later."

Lucius tossed down his paper, "Oh for Merlin's sake."

"Something you'd like to say?" he asked, wiping his mouth and then hiding his trembling hands in his lap.

"It's ridiculous. And to treat it like it's not is teaching him horrible habits."

"He's two," Draco repeated for what had to have been the dozenth time that morning. "If I escalate, he will escalate. It is a vicious cycle. If I am calm, it might take a few minutes but he will calm down too."

"Well that's a problem."

He blinked, didn't say a word because he couldn't manage to get one past his lips.

"He'll be a follower."

"Excuse me?" he asked incredulously.

Lucius shrugged, "He's already showing those tendencies, you've said so yourself. But knowing that now will help you to train it out of him. Malfoy's aren't followers."

Draco wanted to scream. Wanted to stand up and give a presentation of all of the ways that Lucius sodding Malfoy had followed the wrong people until he'd nearly destroyed their lives. Hell, he wanted to give a presentation of all of the ways that he had followed the wrong path. "He'll be fine," is what he said.

"We'll see."

"He will be fine," he said through clenched teeth. "All children react to the world around them in the way that the grown ups around them do. If I yell or treat him like he's an idiot, he will escalate too," Draco repeated. He took a sip of his coffee and tried to regulate his own reactions.

"Well, you have to admit that I didn't really yell at you when you were a child."

Draco almost choked. His body flooded with adrenaline and for a moment, his mind and body were awash in memories and feelings that hadn't ever been properly resolved. It was like he and his father hadn't lived the same lives at all.

"But we didn't coddle you," Lucius continued obliviously.

"No," Draco affirmed, "You certainly didn't."

"And look how well you turned out," mother added.

Draco almost laughed; nervous, incredulous laughter bubbled at the back of his throat. He had struggled to find a job that would take him, struggled to find someone that would sell a house to him, struggled to open up and talk about his feeling, felt like he'd ruined a relationship every time he so much as argued with someone. He was inherently fucked up. "Right," he managed, taking another swallow of coffee. "You did an excellent job, but I'm going to parent my own child in the way that I see fit."

"Don't take that tone with us," Lucius snapped and Draco recoiled internally.

He blew out a breath, fought the urge to argue, "Apologies," he said stiffly, but it was the best he could do.

"Why don't you tell us about what you read in the paper this morning," mother said, calmly redirecting the conversation.

Draco endured another half an hour of conversation before they decided that they'd finished their brunch and could move on to playing with Scorpius. After another half an hour, Draco finally managed to scoop up his child and leave.

He'd had every intention of flooing back to his own house but in his haste to leave, the words got jumbled and what came out was Harry's address instead.

Draco didn't even realize that he'd made a mistake until they were tumbling through the floo and Scorpius let out a little whoop of delight, "Hey-ee!" he cheered and Draco's head snapped up to see Harry standing there, in nothing but a pair of shorts, looking sweaty and hot (literally and metaphorically). He'd obviously just gotten back from a run.

"What-?" Draco started before looking around and realizing where they were.

But Harry was already ushering them in, "Hey," he said easily, lifting Scorpius out of Draco's arms and taking the diaper bag from him. "You," he said, poking Scorpius in the tummy and making him giggle, "smell like you could use a change." Harry glanced over at Draco, "Make yourself at home," he said, nodding toward the kitchen. "You get a drink and I'll get this monster changed and we'll see you in the kitchen in a minute."

Draco stood, watching as Harry retreated down the hallway toward the bathroom, like changing his child was the most natural thing in the world, like it wasn't something disgusting and undignified.

Harry asked Scorpius about his morning and responded enthusiastically to the nonsense that was pouring from his toddler's lips, like it made any sense at all.

And his brain could barely comprehend the differences between his experiences this morning.

He hadn't moved from his spot by the time Harry returned with a clean tshirt pulled over his head. Scorpius was giggling as he ran from Harry who was mock chasing him with fingers outstretched. Draco watched as Harry scooped him up, "I got you!" he roared, flipping him over and carrying him upside down much to Scorpius' delight.

"Hey," Harry said when he caught sight of him still standing there.

Draco looked up at him and he wasn't really sure what Harry saw in his eyes, but it was enough for the smile to slip from his face a little.

"Dow, dow, dow!" Scorpius insisted, squirming in Harry's grasp and the other man flipped his over and set him on his feet.

"Guess what?" Harry said, squatting down so he could look Scorpius in the eyes.

Draco watched as his son sandwiched Harry's face in his palms and bumped their noses together.

Laughing, Harry said, "I just got a new toddler water table and I put it in the back garden. Do you want to check it out?"

Scorpius nodded, "Check ih tou!"

"Excellent," Harry stood up and took Draco's hand, bringing his knuckles to his lips and brushing a kiss over them. "Come on, we can have a drink while he plays. I'll make us mimosas and you can tell me about whatever horrid thing your parents have done."

Draco wasn't really sure what he'd done to warrant such a thing but he'd never been one to look the gift horse in the mouth.

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(tagging @makeitp1nk since you wanted to subscribe on AO3 and I haven't had a chance to get it uploaded yet!)

[amazingmaeve]

A Beautiful Sunrise ↠ D. Malfoy

━ “promise me you’ll move on and be happy Draco.”

summary ━ y/n finds out she has breast cancer a couple months after her and draco have a child. only in a few years she’ll be gone and draco wants to make the best of those years with their son.

request ━ Hey can i get a draco x reader where the reader is diagnosed with some type of cancer and she just found about it can u write how draco reacts and the journey till she dies An additional point:- They can even get marries to stay together forever. Love your writing!!

warnings ━ angst, pain, some fluff, death

a/n ━ i don’t mean to offend anyone by writing this. also I really wanted an angsty ending if that’s ok with you anon.

word count ━ 1.1k

tags ━ @hey-there-angels @risingtripletaurus @choke-me-pansy

Y/N sighed as she entered the door to Malfoy manor. The house elves greeted her and she smiled at them and gave them a wave before going up to a room.

Her son, Scorpius’s, room.

She gave birth to him a couple months ago and she loves having a baby around. With Draco working so much the baby was a nice addition to the family. But they aren’t married yet.

She picked him up and held him to her chest, her heart warming up. A few tears slid out her eyes as she looked at her beautiful son.

She’s been feeling some pain recently and she decided to go to the doctors to see what the problem was. Y/N thought it may have been the flu since it was the season for that.

But it was much worse.

Her doctor informed her that she had breast cancer. Y/N thought she was joking about it but realized she wasn’t joking around. Y/N asked if there was anything she could do to help the cancer.

Her doctor said she should try chemo and see if it helped heal or try and stall it. Y/N decided to see what Draco wanted to do.

And here she was holding her baby wondering what was going to happen.

Y/N put Scorpius back in his crib and kissed him on the forehead and walked to her and Dracos shared room. She sat on the bed getting out the picture book and looked at the pictures.

She didn’t even notice she was crying til the tears fell on the pictures. She closed her eyes right trying to keep the tears in. Y/N hopes that this chemo would work and everything would be okay in the end.

But she had a feeling that wasn’t going to be the case.

She put the album away and curled into a fetus position on the bed as she finally let all the tears fall. She needed to talk to Draco immediately.

Because she didn’t know what else to do.

Between the crying and anxiety she fell asleep. She wished everything that just happened was just a dream but unfortunately that isn’t what happened.

“Love,” Y/N heard someone say and felt someone shake her shoulder wanting to wake her up.

She rubbed her eyes seeing Draco. She gave him a smile as he brushed his thumb against her cheek. She almost forgot about everything while in Dracos presence.

Until the truth came back and Y/N frowned. Dracos eyebrows furrowed, noticing the saddened expression on his wife’s face.

“What’s wrong darling,” Draco asked, concerned as she bit her lip trying not to cry.

“You know those pains I’ve been having,” She whispers. Y/N had told him about the pains and he’s been really worried about and suggested a wizard doctor.

“Yes did you go see that wizard I suggested,” Draco asked and moved his hand to hold onto hers. She had gone to that wizard a few days ago but nothing came out of it so she went to go see a muggle doctor.

“Yes but nothing came out of it so I went to see a muggle doctor and,” She paused and closed her eyes not wanting to say anything.

“Love,” Draco softly asked as the pad of his thumb ran against the top of her hand. She took a deep breath.

“She told me that I had breast cancer,” Y/N blurted out making Draco's eyes widen. Silence swept across the room making Y/N’s anxiety strike as she took deep breaths.

“Is there anything we can do,” Draco asked quietly.

“She said that maybe chemo might work but it’ll be painful,” Y/N explained looking down at their hands. “I’m willing to try it if you are,” She said looking up and meeting his eyes.

“We’ll try anything love. I'm not ready to lose you yet,” Draco said sternly, making her nod.

Draco has been fiercely protective of Y/N ever since the second wizarding. Y/N had almost died from a curse but luckily Draco got to her in time and took her to the nurse.

They tried chemo. It worked but not for a while soon it became too painful for her. Luckily they got married before it got worse.

It was beautiful. Draco looked handsome and Y/N looked beautiful. He wanted it to be perfect for her for them. If she didn’t make it he wanted to be good for her.

Now as Y/N laid in the hospital Scorpius was already four years old and was too young to know what was happening.

“Draco when I die,” Y/N tried saying to Draco but he cut her off not wanting to hear about this.

“Don’t talk like this Y/N you’re going to be fine,” Draco said obviously in denial. She grabbed his hand and rubbed the surface of his hand with the pad of her thumb.

“No I’m not Draco and you know that,” Y/N says softly feeling tears brimming her eyes. “I want you to be happy, find someone and fall in love again,” She said, her lip trembling as tears fall out of her eyes. They were in the hospital and Scorpius was outside of the room.

“No one will ever be as amazing as you,” Draco slightly sobbed as tears came out of his eyes.

“Draco you’re going to be fine, you’re strong,” Y/N tried to reassure him.

“I can’t do it without you,” Draco whispered as tears stained his cheeks. She brought her hand from his thumb to his cheek and rubbed it softly.

“I know you can,” Y/N whispers laughing a bit. Draco brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it softly.

The two stayed in that position for a second. She fell asleep before he did. He was laying his hand on her hand.

When Draco woke up the sun was rising letting the sun seep through the window. It looked beautiful. Draco looked at Y/N and noticed something wrong.

She wasn’t breathing.

Draco sighed and let the tears fall and hugged her body. The love of his was dead. The only person he had now was Scorpius which was reassuring since he was part Y/N.

The next few weeks were funeral planning and Draco stayed up looking at pictures of Y/N til he fell asleep.

One night when he was asleep a knock on his door woke him up. Draco sat up rubbing his eyes and then saw Scorpius walking.

“Hey buddy what’s wrong,” Draco asked as he picked up the four year old who was crying.

“Where’s mommy,” Scorpius sniffled. Draco frowned and held the tears in not wanting his son to see him cry.

“In heaven with all the other angels,” Draco softly replies, wiping Scorpius’s tears away.

“Why’d she leave us,” Scorpius whimpers cuddling up against Draco's chest.

“She would never do that. But she was in pain when she was here and we don’t want that do we,” Draco asks looking down at his son.

He shook his head.

“She's not in pain anymore.”

[ilovefandoms102]

Part 3-Where Loyalties Lie

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader

Summary: A forbidden romance is betrayed when the very dark wizard who is out to kill you is your lovers master...

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Part 2

Note: I’m so happy for the love and support you all have given me! Thank you for 500 new friends, I am grateful for each and every one of you! I can’t wait to put out more stuff for you guys! 

Would anyone like for me to continue the series for how Draco and y/n raise Scorpius and go through the trials of parenthood? Maybe even include their wedding and wedding night😛...let me know in the comments or message me!

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Draco pushed me into the main room, his family eyeing me now. I spotted Hermione on the ground, I went to move towards her. I was stopped by an unspeakable pain, a screech left my throat as I fell just feet from her.

“Crucio!” Bellatrix shouted, waving her wand at me again.

I convulsed on the floor, screaming as the pain shot from my head to my feet. I rolled to my side, heavily breathing. I scooted to Hermione, her hand barely mustering the energy to hold mine. 

“Since this filthy Mudblood won’t talk, perhaps you will Potter. Where did you get the sword?” she seethed.

“Even if I did know, I wouldn’t tell you!” I panted.

“Draco! Your wand at the ready, torture this disgusting Halfblood until she admits her faults.” Bellatrix commanded.

“She said she doesn’t know, maybe they’re telling the truth for once.” Draco answered, trying to hide his fear.

“Either you do it, or your father kills them.” Bellatrix hissed, Draco’s face going pale. 

They cleared to the other side of the room, leaving just Draco and I with Hermione limp on the floor. Tears started to leak from his eyes, my heart shattered. His hand shook that held his wand, bending his head to let out a sob.

“It’s ok, do what they say.” I spoke, Draco shaking his head.

“I can’t, I can’t do it.” he sobbed, fervently shaking his head.

“Draco please! It’s the only way we’re getting out of here!” I pleaded.

“What is the meaning of this Draco!? Do it!” Lucius boomed, Draco still sobbing.

“I can’t hurt the girl I love!” Draco shouted, his family gasping. 

“You cannot be serious!” Lucius shouted, Hermione’s grip on my hand tightened.

“Fine, if you cannot man up to the task...CRUCIO!” Bellatrix shouted, repeating the spell over and over.

Draco tried to come to my aid, but his father fought to hold him back. He cried as he watched me suffer one of the three Unforgivable Curses, shouting my name as I screamed in pain. I couldn’t even put into words what the pain felt like, an excruciating void of unending beats was the best way to put it. 

I tried to reach out for Draco as blood started to fall from my ears and mouth, him trying to do the same with the restriction of his father.

“Please Bella! Stop, please!” Draco yelled, falling to his knees as Lucius scrapped to get a hold of him. 

“That’s enough Bella,” Narcissa spoke, pulling on her sister’s arm.

“Consider yourself lucky you belong to the Dark Lord Potter. For your friend, I can’t say the same.” Bellatrix sighed.

There was a sudden commotion as Harry and Ron burst into the room, firing off spells. Draco pretended to drop one of ours, rolling it my way. I fired one at Lucius, knocking him several feet away. It was a struggle trying to get up, only to be snatched by Narcissa, my muscles too weak to fight back. Bellatrix held a knife to Hermione’s throat, Harry and Ron dropping their wands at her command. 

I looked at Draco, his eyes wide with worry. There was a squeaking sound from above us, looking to see Dobby unhinging the chandelier. It came crashing down, giving enough distraction for Hermione and I to break free. I launched myself at Harry, he held me close as we all huddled to apparate out. I took one last look at Draco, he mouthed those three little words. I mouthed them back, tears shining as we apparated away.

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Harry was headed to the Ravenclaw common room to find the Grey Lady, while I tried to make the Room of Requirement pop up. Just when I was about to give up, I heard creaking behind me, turning to find the Room of Requirement. Harry appeared next to me, dragging me with him. 

We looked around the disastrous area for what felt like hours, clapping my hands over my ears when I heard the telling sound of the Horcrux’s. I whipped around to find Harry holding the tiara that belonged to the Helena. Just as I reached him, a voice I knew all too well sounded in the room.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here. What brings you two here?” Draco taunted, Crab and Goyle holding their wands at us as Draco did. 

“I could ask you the same,” Harry answered, tugging on my wrist so that I was behind him.

“You have something of mine,” Draco spat, eyeing me before looking back to my brother.

“Why didn’t you tell her? Bellatrix? You knew it was me, and you didn’t say anything.” Harry asked, tilting his head.

“I would never hurt her,” Draco whispered, the other two Slytherin’s giving him a confused look.

“If you truly loved her-” Harry hissed, now my turn to grab his arm to pull him back.

“Harry!” I exclaimed as they all held their wands higher, at the ready to fire at us.

“Don’t be a prat Draco, do it!” Goyle seethed, Draco gulped before moving his eyes to meet mine.

In a split second, I whipped my wand out. Firing at Draco, disarming him. He turned and ran as his friends continued their assault, Hermione coming to aid. I shouted for Draco, watching as Ron ran after the Slytherin’s. 

After some digging, Harry and Hermione plopped back to the ground. Ron came out of nowhere, snatching Hermione’s hand as he claimed that Goyle set the place on fire. Indeed he did as a giant fire in the shape of a snake came bounding after us. 

I grabbed Harry’s hand as we weaved through the stacks of rubbish, not finding a way out. I whipped my head in search of Draco, wondering if he made it out alive. My chest burned from the fire, and the thought of the love of my life being dead in the very same room. 

We bumped into some brooms, taking off to find the exit. I looked all over for Draco, not spotting him. Harry then caught my attention, whisking around to go back from where we just were. I sobbed in relief when I saw Draco, his eyes lighting up when he caught sight of me. I grabbed his arm, tugging him so he could jump on the back of the broom. He held tightly to my waist, his lips moving to kiss my cheek. 

The blast from the fire knocked us off the broom once we reached outside of the Room of Requirement, Draco kissed me before taking off. Harry stabbed the tiara with the Basilisk fang, knocking both of us back. 

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My heart crumbled after Harry and I took Snape’s tears to watch his memories. Not only did both of us have to die to completely destroy Voldemort, but that we might not come back. I thought of Draco, that we would never get married, have children, and grow old together. Neither would Harry, but this had to be done. 

We found Hermione and Ron at the bottom of the stairs just in front of the castle. huddled together. They stood once they saw us, knowing what Harry and I were about to do. Hermione crushed Harry into a hug, Ron leaning down to hug me tight. 

“We all had a feeling this is how it would have to end, no one just wanted to accept it.” I spoke, pulling back to smile sadly at Ron.

“After us, it’s just the snake. Kill it, and you’ll kill him.” Harry said.

Hermione tugged me to her, crying into my shoulder. I rubbed her back, sniffling to hold in my tears. Once I pulled back, I took Harry’s hand as we made our way to the Forbidden Forest. Harry found the Resurrection Stone in the snitch, holding my hand tightly. We looked around to see our parents, Remus, and Sirius. Our mother held her hand out, I instantly went to her. My hand went through her’s, my heart clenching when I couldn’t feel her.

“You’ve been so brave my babies.” she spoke, her voice melodic as it rang in my ears. How I wished I could have heard her voice my whole life.

“You’re nearly there,” our father said, his features resembling Harry so much they almost looked like the same person. 

“Does it hurt? To die?” Harry asked Sirius, my eyes leaving my mother’s to look at my Godfather.

“Quicker than falling asleep.” Sirius quipped, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I wish more than ever that none of you had to die, not like this.” I croaked, Harry nodding in agreement.

“I never wanted any of you to die for me,” Harry spoke, looking around at our lost loved ones. 

“Remus, Teddy he-” I started.

“Others will tell him what his parents died for, and one day, he’ll understand.” Remus smiled, his eyes looking between Harry and I. 

“You’ll be with us?” I asked.

“Until the very end.” our father answered.

“Stay close to us.” Harry said, grabbing my hand again.

“Always,” our mother replied, my eyes tearing up as they disappeared. 

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Voldemort had been defeated, finally freeing Harry and I from our life long torture. No more looking over our shoulders constantly, no more people that we loved would have to die for us. I could be with Draco...if I ever saw him again. He fled with his parents after Harry and I revealed to everyone that we were in fact still alive. 

“We did it,” I gasped, laughing as Harry and I embraced one another.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and I were walking across the bridge that separated the castle from the outside world, mindlessly kicking the cement that littered from the battle. 

“So what will you do with the most powerful wand in the world Harry?” I asked my brother, turning to face him.

I watched in horror as he broke the wand, throwing the pieces over the edge. He did the right thing though...

“Y/n...” Hermione mumbled, pointing at something behind us.

I turned around hesitantly, my heart soaring at the sight in front of me. Draco stood at the other end of the bridge, once he saw me turn he began walking. I took off in a sprint, tears rolling down my cheeks. He jogged the rest of the way, meeting me in the middle as I crashed into his arms. He spun me around, both of us laughing joyously. I pulled back to look into his eyes, a second later his lips were on mine. 

Draco held tight with his arms around my lower back, my feet still off the ground. I licked my way into his mouth, challenging his tongue into a dance of passion. I moved one hand to fist it in his hair, tugging it slightly to hear him moan into my mouth. He sat me down gently, pulling away to lean his forehead to mine.

“You came back,” I sniffled, intertwining our hands.

“I’ll always come back for you my love,” he whispered.

“I love you Draco,” I smiled.

“I love you more y/n,” he sighed, pulling me into his embrace once more.

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Now I Don’t Care

Draco Malfoy X Reader

Word Count: 756

Requested: Anon

Request: Draco malfoy, 56 (Now I Don’t Care By Unlike Pluto)

Spent a few years being afraid

Now it's my profession Spent a few years hiding my flaws But this is a confession Spent a few years drowning in vodka It was an obsession By the end I was only a pawn That was my progression

Draco had spent the better part of his life pretending to be someone that he wasn't in the hopes that he would get him somewhere that he wanted to be, it didn't take long for him to realise that there were things that his parents and by extension expected of him that he just couldn't do. By the end of it what he wanted was further away from him than ever. When the Dark Lord was seemingly rising to power he lost a lot, you were one of the people that he lost, he thought about you a lot and he wanted nothing more than to find you and finally after years of searching he finally did. "(Y/N)?" He asked, you turned to him and it was like seeing you for the first time all over again. "Draco, what are you doing here?" You asked and he smiled. "I was hoping that I could talk to you, maybe explain everything that happened." He said tentatively, you looked around the shop that you were standing in and shrugged. "What the hell I hate this job anyway." You smiled, he was shocked it was almost like he hadn't sided with the biggest evil in the world, you greeted him like an old friend and conversation flowed the same way too.

Now I don't care But I don't care Now I don't care Anymore, anymore Now I don't care But I don't care Now I don't care Anymore, anymore

He really didn't care what people thought of him anymore, once he had you, life was a little easier he didn't care about what people said and you'd even managed to help him rebuild his image in the face of others when you both got married he was worried that it would cause problems for you but you had assured him that you didn't care what happened after this as long as you were together and it only seemed to get better the longer that you were both together. The previous war and his transgression were not forgotten but they were forgiven. "Draco can I talk to you?" You asked when he came home one evening. "Yeah what's wrong?" He asked the moment that his eyes landed on your face, you seemed nervous. "It's nothing bad... I don't think." You answered, taking a breath as he stepped towards you before gesturing that you take a seat which you did."I'm pregnant." "Pregnant?" He asked. "Yeah." You nodded. "That's all?" He asked. "Nothing else, you're okay? The baby is okay?" "Both fine." You nodded. "Brilliant." He smiled pulling you into a hug.

Spend a few years waiting in lines Now they waited on me Spend a few years nursing red eyes Now you see the real me Spend a few years spinning these lies Hoping that they'd heal me In the end I'm just chasing that high I know you can feel me

Now Draco stood on the platform with his son standing in front of him waiting to get on the train to Hogwarts, you were next to him crouched and fussing over Scorpius "Do you have everything that you need?" You asked and he nodded for the millionth time. "I told you mum I have everything." He answered and you nodded. "Alright promise?" You asked. "Promise." He nodded, Draco watched you both and he couldn't believe that after everything that had happened he was still able to be happy, he was still given a family and a life to live.

Where did I see a sign Where do I need advice Hey, is this by design Hey, that's fine Wait, are you kidding me All the falsehoods and misery All the bullshit and memories Killing me

You looked up at your husband nudging him as his son waved goodbye, you both sent him off before you turned to your husband and frowned, his eyes were somewhere else, you followed his gaze to Harry "You okay?" You asked as your arm wrapped around his waist. "Yeah, I'm fine." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You want to go talk to him?" You asked. "No." He answered shaking his head. "Shall we go then?" You asked. "Yeah." He nodded and with that you left.

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Plotholes

So, obviously there will be spoilers for Harry Potter and the Cursed Child in this post/rant. If you have no wish to be spoiled, stop reading now and scroll away.

First off I would like to preface by saying that I've seen the play twice now so I have a pretty good idea of what happens in it. Once in London (2017) and again in Melbourne a couple weeks ago (2019), and though I own the script I haven't read yet. However I have read this lovely version of it. They took the script and wrote it as a novel without removing any of the original script and incorporating somethings in to connect the scenes ad plausibly as possible. Go read it, it's great. https://archiveofourown.org/works/7666957

Anyway, I like the play. It's fun to watch and the music and sound effects and such are amazing. Scorpius is the best and I adore him. That isn't to say I don't have major problems with the story itself. We all know there are many many many plot holes and that Rowling didn't write it herself, but she does consider it canon to the series which is annoying because it breaks rules set in the previous Harry Potter books. I have a few points I have the most issues with.

I dedicate this rant to @onehealer to whom I ranted with about this for an hour through DM's.

So firstly: Fidelius charm who?

In the final act, Scorpius and Albus can see the potters house even though it's under the fidelius charm. They've never been there before, Harry tried multple times to take Ablus it seems but was turned down, and only read about it in books at most.... does that count as them knowing the Secret? No, it doesn't otherwise people who knew the address of the home before the charm was cast they would know. It can be excused that Delphi technically was never shown to have known where the house was, only knowing they were in Godrics Hollow... which also goes with the fact that knowing the address in the future meant nothing. Imagine Voldemort pulling out a phone book to find their address and suddenly being able to see their home. It also seemed like she didn't want to go after the Potters herself, she was only there to get to Voldemort first. So that's fine.

The issue is that somehow the two boys were able to see through the charm. And going with this vein, how did Ron, Hermione and Draco see as well? Literally only Harry should be able to see the Potter home because he was part of what the charm was protecting and thus knew the Secret, even if he was only a baby at the time.

Time travel should not negate the charm, why would that work? The charm is still active in the time they currently exist in, and this is an ancient, powerful and complex spell too.

"Maybe they knew because Harry told Albus about it." Sure, that could have worked, but it doesn't. When the Secret Keeper dies, anyone who was told the Secret becomes a Secret Keeper (Because you can originally choose more than one), so when Peter Pettigrew died, at the very least Harry would have the Secret. Probably Dumbledore and Sirius too, at least. But the problem with that is that the Fidelius charm was broken the night Lily and James Potter died, thus there was no longer a Secret. How else would the location become common knowledge in the Wizarding World? There's a monument to the Potters for crying out loud. People visited to pay their respects to them. So, Albus was never told the Secret because there wasn't one any longer.

There's literally no way anyone but Harry should have been able to see the Potter home. Even giving it some rope, they shouldn't have been able to see the house until Harry points it out to them, aka tells them where it is, because it could be argued that he could technically give out the Secret, having been part of it originally, but even then he wasn't a Secret Keeper and from how I understand it, just because you knew the secret didn't give you the ability to tell anyone unless you're a Secret Keeper.

The worst part about this plot hole is that not only is it massive, the plot of the story relies on it's existence to progress. Sometimes plot holes can be forgiven, but when the story relies on their existence? Especially such an enormous one? No, just no.

(As a little aside, I just want to bring attention to the fact Scorpius and Albus somehow made their way from Hogwarts, in the Scottish Highlands, to Godrics Hollow in less than a day. That's a long way, not to mention they had no wands, no food, no money, no sleep, no warm clothes and probably not wanting to risk talking to any wizards for fear if changing the timeline or accidently finding a Death Eater. There's also the fact Scorpius had just been Crucio'd at least 3 times in the last hour. Kudos to Scorpius for managing to get there with Albus, hot damn.)

Second, Wtf Albus?

Seriously, wtf. Don't get me wrong, I do like Albus but he's definitely a spoiled/ungrateful little brat at times, with as Scorpius puts it, a chip on his shoulder.

The thing I, well I wont say hate because i do like his character but it's close enough, most about him is his decision to go back and save Cedric in the first place. Like its a nice thought, but dude, why?

Why does Cedric deserve to live more than literally anyone else Voldenort killed? What makes him more deserving of you risking everything to go back and save?

Why does a 17yr old who signed up for a tournament that is known to have resulted in the deaths of its competitors many times in it's history, deserve to live more than all those 11-17 year olds killed at Hogwarts trying to flee or fight? All the adults who fought and died in the battle? All those people killed during either war? A lot of people who died because of Voldemort didn't sign up to put themselves in danger.

If it's about some semblance of a connection, of which there really isn't any in this case, what about Fred? Your uncle? Someone your uncle George probably still dies inside over? I mean he even gave up their joke shop to Ron, possibly to avoid memories of the twin brother who died?

Why does some kid you have no connection to other than his dad blaming yours for killing him when he literally had no way of knowing what the fuck was going on until he was already dead?? Why does he deserve to live more? I don't get it.

And then he blames Harry for Cedric's death like he had any chance to prevent it? Dude, seriously, he was the SAME AGE as you are now when this happened, I'd fucking like to see you do better??

Another thing I dislike is that Albus is never really able to experience the consequences of his actions and what could have happened. Because, you know, he stopped existing and Scorpius had to deal with it on his own.

There's also the way he treats Harry but I'll get to that in a sec.

Harry was doing his best, honestly he was. He sometimes seems a little out of character, but even still. I understand why he could be seen that way. We know he's under a lot of stress from his work at the Ministry, especially since it's to do with creatures that sided with Voldemort that are going missing or whatever. Then there's the nightmares involving Voldy and his scar hurting again after years of nothing. Stress, lots and lots of stress.

Then there's Albus. Harry has trouble understanding his son, he's not easy like James and Lily. Which is fine. But the problem is that Harry tries his best to reach Albus but he's never met halfway.

Albus seen my to refuse to believe anything but hero propaganda about Harry and his life at Hogwarts, and seems to have ignored literally anyone in his adult family who says differently. He doesn't seem to grasp to suffering and trauma that Harry has and grew up with, and scoffs in the face of it. Harry isn't perfect, but he's a good dad trying his best with a child who is frankly quite ungrateful.

Albus was being a little fucking spoiled brat to Harry and the poor dude was probably at his wits end with the one kid of his he didn't truly understand and who went out of his way to hate on everything Harry did and went through in his life. Like I said, Harry was under lots of stress from his job and so of course he would snap, anyone would, and say something they regret when provoked. Especially when you're trying your best to connect with your kid, even if it's not going great it's still an effort to do so, and then your kid just out and out says he wishes he wasn't your son? I think a lot of people would retort with something similarly hurtful. Harry immediately regrets it but both parties have been hurt so Albus storms off.

It's very annoying that everyone else in the play seems to be blaming Harry for Albus hating being his son and running off / running off to do something stupid. He was very obviously doing his best even though Albus was giving him nothing to work with. And for some strange reason people seemed to think Harry was in any way popular in 4th year? Like seriously people, where the fuck did that idea come from? Everyone hated Harry in his 4th year lol. Albus must be getting his info from a source as credible as Rita Skeeter if that's the case, that or every character magically, ha, forgot what really happened.

I also get annoyed at how they deal with the first alternate timeline. The first time they mess with time, Hermione and Ron never get married, Ron marries and has a son with Padma Patil and Albus ends up in Gryffindor. Harry proceeds to force a separation between the two boys for Albus safety, having been told there was a "black cloud" around his son. Of course the only person Albus hangs out with is Scorpius, and assuming events happened the same they had just jumped off the Hogwarts Express and gone missing for a bit, and assuming they had the same argument where they both say they wish they weren't the father/son of the other person, then it makes some sense what Harry does. Also, it's an alternate timeline.

But Scorpius tells Albus none of the events in Harry's life changed, so it seems like their meddling didn't change him. At all. I'm sorry, what the actual fuck? Scorpius I love you but no.

Just because the events stayed the same doesn't mean Harry personally wasn't changed in many small ways. There are people and life changing events erased from his experiences. His two best friends never got married and had kids, because Ron never got jelous over Hermione being Krums Yule Ball date. You trying to tell me that Ron and Hermione becoming different people with entirely different personalities didn't have any effect on Harry what so ever??? Bullshit. Like this was a direct and very significant change in his personal timeline and history, I refuse to believe this didn't change him. Hell, he might not even enjoy his job. Hermione isn't Minster for Magic so who knows whether the Ministry was properly freed of corruption and what polices and changes no longer exist, and what new ones might. So many little things that build up and shape someone's personal experiences and shape their personality.

I don't remember if it was ever directly addressed, but I think it was mentioned at the end of the play, but it says/implies(?) that Harry would have separated them and launched an investigation into Scorpius' parentage in the original timeline as well as the alternate one? I don't know if I believe that, and it's unclear if certain things still happened for everyone other than the boys because the changes the boys made were prevented later on when Scorpius is in the alternate universe where Harry was killed.

Another small aside, thank fuck for Scorpius. When he snapped and said something along the lines of "Oh poor little Albus Potter with his chip on his shoulder. At least your dad will always be your dad, mine won't be because everyone wants to tell me it's Voldemort. They want to tell me my poor sweet dead mother was such a monster to have a kid with him." Like damn someone really needed to tell Albus to stop whining about how apparently horrible and selfish his dad is.

Lastly, how the Time Turners function. Yes, I get these are new and one of a kind Time Turners designed and created outside Ministry regulation and designed to go back years at a time. However, it was originally established that time travel in this world with them works as a closed loop. They travel back in time because they already did. Harry survived the Dementors because he cast a patronus charm, and then went back in time to cast that charm because he already did, and if he hadn't he wouldn't have survived to go back in the first place. Closed loops.

In this however, they did actually do things that never happened. They probably even changed how Ron and Hermione got together, because it's unclear if they also prevented Albus casting the fireworks into the air above the second task declaring "Ron loves Hermione".

The only benefit of this fuckery with how Time Turners work is that it would then make sense why time travel fucks everything up so much it creates alternate timelines and alternate universes. It's still annoying that they casually fucked with how it's supposed to work but it's not as big an issue as the Fidelius charm thing. Also why did Hermione of all people keep the fucking thing??? Like I understand to an extent but seriously, and then to have such lax security on it? For fucks sake, don't you remember being 11 and getting past all the security put on the philosophers stone??!?! You might as well have put the time Turner in wrapping paper in comparison, because at least those ones had the potential to seriously maim or kill you.

Scorpius was a great character, I adore him and he was actually really well written. He's the sweetest thing and needs all the hugs. His relationship with his dad (Draco) is also amazing and a well written dysfunction of different personalities and effects of grief, but Draco loves his son no matter what and constantly tries his best. Despite my rant, I also like Albus and I adore their friendship and their dynamic. I don't mind character flaws, but sometimes they do get over the top and annoying like they did with Albus for a while there, mostly because of the way it influenced the plot.

I dont know, I probably missed shit I wanted to say and maybe got a little harsh sometimes but eh, it's a rant for a reason lol. I love the play, but once I start thinking about things that's when it goes a lot downhill from there haha.

Also Scorpius is amazing and I adore him. :)

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Professors in Love (and a baby Scorpius) - Chapter 1

It’s here guys! This was based off of the Professor!Drarry headcanon post I did a couple days ago, I’m so excited to write this!!! :^D

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Harry beamed as he watched Ginny walked down the aisle. She looked beautiful in the tailored navy blue robes that complimented her flaming hair surprisingly well. He looked to his left to see Luna staring at her soon-to-be wife with loving eyes. Harry took Ginny’s bouquet from her as she took her place on the altar, opposite from Luna.  Their vows were beautiful, and had everyone in tears by the time they finished.

“I now pronounce you wife and wife,” said Luna’s great uncle, who they had gotten to be their minister. The two leaned in and kissed as their guests erupted into cheers and applause. Harry grinned and clapped along with everyone else, the love he felt for both of his friends was so strong, and he was extremely happy for them.

After the war, Harry and Ginny both realized that they loved each other like brother and sister, and parted mutually as friends. In fact, their past relationship was often brought about as a joke, and Ron liked to tease that Harry turned Ginny gay. But everyone knew that Ginny and Luna fit better together than Harry and Ginny ever could, and Harry was quite relieved at that. He realized that he had used Ginny as a way to be legally apart of the Weasley family. When he and Ginny broke up, he apologized extensively for this, and Ginny with her fierce temper was mad at him for using her, but understood his reason.

Another realization for Harry, was that he was bisexual. When he told Ron and Hermione, they both gave him a look that said, do you think we’re stupid? Even Ron had concluded some things from the way Harry would look longingly at both boys and girls during their Hogwarts years.

“So, you’re- you’re okay with it? I’m not a- a freak or anything?” Years of hearing the Dursleys ramble on about how disgusting the gay couple who lived down the street was flashed through his mind. Disgusting faggots, polluting our children, that’s what they’re doing. Vernon had liked to say when the Sander-Davies could be seen walking with their adopted son.

“Of course not, Harry! Blimey, calling you a freak would have me going against Ginny, wouldn’t it?” Ron had told him reassuringly.

“Harry, we’ll love you no matter who you choose to love, you deserve that happiness,” Harry beamed at their words and had enveloped them both into hugs. He felt so loved in that moment, and for the first time after the war, he felt a small shrivel of peace. Two months after that day he was walking into Luna and Ginny’s wedding reception with Justin Finch-Fletchley on his arm.

The reporters had gone into a frenzy as he walked into building, shouting inquiries about his sexuality, and if he was in a relationship with Justin. He seemed a bit nervous, and Harry gave his arm a reassuring squeeze as they stepped into the hall the Weasley’s had rented for the wedding. Harry smiled at Justin before walking over to take his place at the head table beside Neville, who was Luna’s best man. They both gave their speeches that had half of the guests in fits of laughter, and the other crying from the emotional parts.

“To the happy couple!” Harry shouted, and the room repeated his words with enthusiasm. The rest of the wedding went very well. Harry danced with Justin a couple of times, and found him to be a fun, even if shy, person to be around.  They didn’t kiss, but promised to meet up for a pint sometime before Justin left for Auror training.

As Harry laughed with his arms slung around Seamus and Ron’s shoulders, singing to a song they didn’t know, he felt like the pressure and guilt from the war was lifted from his shoulders, not entirely, but enough.

Harry said his goodbyes, wished Luna and Ginny a happy honeymoon, and left with Hermione and Ron to go back to the flat they shared in Hogsmeade. Ron and Hermione weren’t together either, understanding that they were both better as friends.

Their flat wasn’t big, but managed to fit the trio just fine. Harry still had Grimmauld place, but it held too many memories that he wasn’t ready to deal with yet. There was a sitting room with an overstuffed couch and armchairs, similar to the ones found in the Gryffindor common room. Bookshelves lined the walls, holding the books Hermione couldn’t fit in her room, along with several photographs and potted plants.

The kitchen was full of muggle appliances that Ron refused to touch after a peculiar incident involving the toaster. There was a wooden breakfast table that had a view of the village, and even a distant glimpse of Hogwarts.

The three of them stumbled into the flat laughing about nothing at all, sporting grins and equal levels of amusement. They murmured goodnights and went to their separate rooms. Harry got into his bed and fell asleep right away, the night was fun, yet a tiring one. As he dozed off, the last images that flitted through his head were the happy smiles of his friends and the way everyone seemed to forget about the war for one beautiful night.

***

Two years later, and not too far away, Draco Malfoy was on the receiving end of news that he had anticipated. He knew what was wrong the minute Astoria sat down with him.

“You’re pregnant,”

“I’m pregnant,” they both spoke at the same time, Draco smirked.

“Damn, how do you always do that? You knew when I told you about my Healer internship and now this!” She yelled but there was no mirth to her words.  

“How old should he be when we divorce?”

“I’d say at least two years, and how do you know it’s not a girl?” “At the moment I cannot come up with any Malfoy men who have produced a girl as their first-born, and you know I have the family tree memorized by heart,” Astoria sighed and shook her head fondly.

“Alright, we should tell our families now, yes?”

“Yes, I’m certain mother would kill me if she found out I did not inform her immediately,”

Draco stood and they both visited each family together, informing of them of the pregnancy, but only Daphne was to know of the coming divorce. Astoria trusted her more than she was willing to admit.

They entered their townhouse and sat down together in the sitting room.

“How’s Millie doing?”

“Oh she’s lovely, I’m seeing her tomorrow night,” Draco raised a brow, this would be the fifth time she would be meeting up with Millie this week. “Speaking of dates, why haven’t I seen you with any hot young men?”

Draco raised his left arm, showing the faded mark, “I think you may be forgetting a certain detail,”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean you can’t use a glamour and pull every once in a while,” Draco rolled his eyes. He knew he could do that, but abhorred the idea of his glamour fading and his partner recoiling in disgust at the sight of him. “And besides, there are plenty of men who would be willing to overlook it, you are very handsome you know. If I wasn’t a lesbian I would probably enjoy our sex life,”

Draco laughed and kissed her cheek as he stood, “I’m going to visit Pansy, I’ll see you later, Stori,”

“Think about going to one of those gay bars!” she shouted as he stepped through the floo.

Draco supposed that he and Astoria would be a good match if they both weren’t extremely gay. They had an agreement that as long as they produced an heir, they could go out with anyone they wanted while still being married to the other. Draco loved Astoria, but not in the way their mothers had hoped.

She was his best friend, and even though their marriage was arranged, he wouldn’t pick anyone else to be his wife.

He greeted Pansy at the little cafe she had grown fond of, a little shop on the edge of Hogsmeade. Pansy’s taste was often questionable, but Draco found the little tea shop, with it’s fairy lights and light yellow walls, wasn’t all too bad. The tea was good as well, Draco thought as he sipped his peppermint blend. He crossed his ankles and relaxed as he listened to Pansy go on about how awful the man her parents had introduced her to the night before was.

“Far too full of himself, and this is coming from me! It seemed as though he wanted me to applaud him for bringing the bloody wine! Fucking narcissist,” Draco smiled at her rantings, he didn’t realize how much he had missed hanging out with her. Nothing was ever normal after the war, but they were healing, very slowly.  

“Takes one to know one,” Draco said, quirking up the end of his mouth.

“Oh fuck off,”

It was August, a little over two years after the war and Draco had surprisingly kept in touch with most of his Slytherin peers. He and Pansy had tea almost every Sunday afternoon, on Friday nights he would have a pint with Blaise, Millie, and occasionally Theo. And at least three times a month, he, Astoria, Daphne, Pansy, Blaise, Theo, Millie, and Greg would meet up to eat dinner as a group and get pissed.

He had expected them to have split up after the war, it was the most realistic outcome. But they were Slyterthins, and would stick together for as long as possible.

“Stori’s expecting,” Draco said casually in between sips of his tea. Pansy shrieked, attracting the attention of the people around them. She ignored them and clapped her hands.

“God, it’s like fifth year all over again,” Pansy rolled her eyes but was smiling joviantly.

“Oh! I’m going to be an Aunt Pansy!”

“And a terrible one you will be,” Draco said, smirking. Pansy smacked his arm playfully.

“It’ll be a spring birth! Oh, imagine you getting the alert in the middle of a lesson!” Pansy laughed and Draco huffed. He had been the Arithmancy professor at Hogwarts for a year now, and was mortified at the thought of his students hearing about the birth of his son in the middle of class. He would much rather have a proper, public announcement.

A half-hour later he was bidding Pansy goodbye. There was a little potions shop he needed to go to for Astoria’s maternity potions. He walked out of the door of the little teashop and right into the person he had been hoping to avoid.

[theweasleysredhair]

Arranged {Part 10} [D.M.] ~*FINALE*~

Character: Draco Malfoy

Word Count: 1257

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Draco and Y/n aren’t on the greatest of terms, however when both receive news of an arranged marriage, they must learn to tolerate each other, and possibly fall in love…

Other parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8 Rewrite Part 9 Part 10

Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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Note: I’m so sorry this has taken so long to be posted. I had a little trouble with my previous version being deleted, and I just haven’t had to motivation to finish. However, here it is: the conclusion to my Arranged series! (I’m sorry if anyone who was tagged on here didn’t want to be, I simply copied and pasted from part 9!) I hope you guys enjoy the finale! It’s not perfect, and I couldn’t remember half of what the original version had in it, but it’s a sort of nice (I hope) way to end the series. Thank you for sticking with me, I have absolutely loved every part of writing this series 💕 xx

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You stared at yourself in the mirror, your reflection staring right back at you. Your hair was styled perfectly, strands curled around a delicate diamond encrusted tiara. The matching necklace sparkled in the low light of the room, making the beams dance off the walls. Your hands slowly ran over the silky material of the ivory dress your mother forced you to wear. It felt foreign to you, the lace bodice uncomfortable to move in, and the sleeves a tad too tight. However, it was the dress your mother was wed in, and it was her wish for you to wear it too.

“It’s nearly time.”

Your father’s voice shook your from your thoughts as your head whipped round to look towards the door, where he was standing. You give him a nod, “I’ll just be a moment now.”

Your father left the room without a reply, and you took a deep breath, glancing back at your reflection before picking up the elegant lace veil that lay across a small velvet stool. As you pulled it over your head, you grabbed your bouquet of ivory roses and looked around the room once more, before making your way over to the door, where just outside your father was waiting.

The faint sound of soft music filled your ears as you opened the door. Your heart was racing with the nerves, and you couldn’t help but feel anxious about what was to come. After all, who is ready for marriage at the tender age of 18?

Your father took your hand and squeezed it lightly, giving you a reassuring smile. “Are you ready?” He asked. “I guess,” you said quietly, trying to calm your heartbeat. “Not to worry now, your mother and I were an arranged marriage and look how we turned out. Everything will be fine - you’re about to marry a pureblood and continue the pureblood lineage, just as everyone expects. The hard part is nearly over.”

“I’m just… scared.” You looked down, waiting for his response. Your parents didn’t usually delve into feelings too much, they kept to traditions and rarely wanted to discuss emotions.

“I felt the same way before I married your mother. Bear in mind it was many years ago, and it was highly expected to follow traditions - even more so than now - and if the marriage didn’t work out, well it would have been a disaster. You know, your mother and I did not get along at all when we first found out about the plans to bring us together, but we learned to love each other with time. Draco and you… you’re different. I can see it. The way he looks at you… and you at him… I truly believe it’s going to last.”

“I… thank you father, for everything,” you glanced towards the large wooden doors to your right, where in a matter of moments you would be walking through. “Anytime. And just you remember, your mother and I… as proud as we may be that you’re doing this, we’re parents first, purebloods second. If you need anything at all, don’t be afraid to ask us, or tell us. We’re always going to be here for you.”

You smiled at him, before taking a deep breath and smoothing out your dress. Your father lifted out his arm and you took it, allowing him to gently pull you towards the hall where your guests and your future husband were waiting. As you pushed open the double doors, the music immediately became louder, and everyone simultaneously stood up from their benches.

You didn’t dare to look around you, knowing you would panic and possibly run out. You instead kept your gaze locked on your fiancé, who was standing at the alter waiting for you, seeming awe struck at your appearance.

As you reached the front of the hall, your father stopped, turning towards you. He placed a kiss on your forehead, offering you a small smile, which you returned. He then moved away from you and towards you mother, who was sat in the front row, looking so proud. You stepped up onto the alter beside Draco, who looked as handsome as ever in a suit that resembled the one he was wearing the night you got engaged.

You stared into Draco’s blue grey eyes and bit your lip to conceal a smile. If someone had told you that when you finally married Draco Malfoy you’d be head over heels for him, you wouldn’t have believed them at all, yet here you were. It took a while to finally work out your differences, but to both of your surprise, you ended up falling for each other - hard.

Draco took your hands in his as you began to recite your vows, promising to look after him in sickness and health, and to love him until your last day. As he said his own vows to you, he slipped a small, diamond encrusted ring on top of your engagement ring - proof that you were his, now and forever. He lifted your hands to his mouth and pressed a small kiss to your knuckles and you couldn’t help the smile that escaped as you heard the words that finally bonded you both together for life.

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife.”

Your first seconds as a married woman were spent with Draco’s lips pressed against your own, his hands slowly wrapping around your waist as your hands rest around his neck. His tongue slipped over your bottom lip as you slightly parted your lips to grant him access, his hand gripping your hip a little tighter.

As you pulled away gently, a small smile set on your face, Draco took your hand in his and ran his finger over your rings. He rested his forehead on yours and smirked, “Well hello there Mrs Malfoy, fancy seeing you here. And may I say you look beautiful.” You let out a laugh as you intertwined your hand with his, “You’re such a dork I hope you know that.”

“I’m a dork you just married, and you’re gonna be with this dork for the rest of your life,” Draco said with a grin.

You smiled and shook your head, gently pulling Draco with you as you started walking back down the aisle, smiling at some of your guests as they congratulated you.

“Oh lucky me.”

***

“Is that reawwy how you and mummy met, daddy?” Your little son Scorpius asked, looking up at Draco with his big blue eyes and his mouth slightly agape. Blonde tufts of hair fell over his forehead as his little hand tried to push them away.

Draco smiled down at him, lifting him up and placing him on his lap, “Yes it is, buddy.” “Awe you going two make me mawwy someone when I’m older?” Scorpius asked.

You and Draco looked at each other and smiled, before shaking your heads, “No, we wouldn’t make you do that. You marry whoever you love, okay baby?”

“Can I mawwy you then mummy?” He asked innocently, “Because you said to mawwy someone I wove, and I wove you.”

You laughed softly at the boy, kissing his cheek as Draco placed a hand over yours, absent-mindedly running a finger over your wedding rings. “I’m sorry buddy, but your mummy is already married to me and I don’t think I can just give her away,” Draco looked at you and smiled lovingly, before adding softly, “I don’t know where I’d be without her.”

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Kin (18/72): Difficult Love

Lucius never wanted to be Harry Potter’s family.

He certainly didn’t want to be in-laws with Arthur Weasley.

But love makes you do things you really don’t want.

Voldemort understood that better than Dumbledore imagined. When Lucius married Narcissa, the Dark Lord attended the wedding and brought the couple several beautiful gifts.

“May you be blessed with many children,” he murmured to Lucius.

Lucius knew he needed an heir, and so did Narcissa. Having sex was a necessity, and the fact that they enjoyed it was secondary. Still, when Narcissa told him that she was expecting, Lucius felt love he’d never expected swell inside his chest.

But that child never lived. Narcissa grew desperately ill, and even Lord Voldemort couldn’t save the fetus.

“I am so sorry, Lucius. Stay with your wife. Seek comfort in each other, and I hope you won’t hesitate to try again. It would be a shame to deny another child the right to live.”

Lucius missed five months of missions, working from home while he could, trying to soothe Narcissa’s pain. “The baby wasn’t meant to live,” he told her. “It hurts, I know it does. But perhaps they are in a better place.”

The loss brought them closer, gave them something in common. And soon Narcissa was pregnant again, and Lucius had no missions, only to stay home and help care for his wife. As wonderful as that was, there was no need for him to do so; little Draco was born healthy. All of the Death Eaters rejoiced, and Bellatrix actually kissed Lucius on the cheek, and welcomed him to the family. Lucius bit his tongue and pretended that she hadn’t insulted the Malfoys.

Being a father was an interesting experience. Lucius just saw the child once a day to say goodnight, and let Narcissa get on with the rest. She didn’t want a nanny, though Dobby helped to care for the baby when she was too tired. It was fascinating watching Draco grow, but he kept his distance.

There was more here than just his own understanding of how parenting was done. The Dark Lord was delighted that he was a parent, and wouldn’t send him on any more dangerous missions—“I would never want to risk your life; your son needs his father.” But now, when Lucius questioned the Dark Lord (he was one of the few that could), there were…hints. Hints about Narcissa not looking well, about Draco being so important to the future of their movement. Worries that maybe, if Lucius couldn’t follow orders, perhaps the strain of fatherhood was too much.

Lucius Malfoy was many things, but he wasn’t an idiot.

That was why the day that Voldemort fell, he wept and it wasn’t for sadness.

Bellatrix was raving with grief that day, and Narcissa tried to calm her. Lucius held Draco in his arms, and he made a decision.

“Sister,” he said. “I need to save Narcissa and Draco from the hell that will rain down upon them. I need to pretend I was enchanted, and you cannot betray us. Can you do this?”

And Bellatrix loved her sister, and she agreed, and all the years she spent in Azkaban she never said a word. Lucius managed to reintegrate himself into the Ministry (it was helpful that, as part of Voldemort’s inner circle, he’d seen many of the Ministers with their hoods off), and he devoted himself to being a father.

It never came naturally to him. Narcissa informed him that striking Draco when he’d done wrong was abusive, that it was not the place of a parent to beat their child, and Lucius stopped that very moment. He did care for his boy, loved him as much as he loved Narcissa, but it seemed that Draco behaved better when he shouted, when he pointed out all the ridiculous things the boy wanted to do, wanted to be. Or worse, didn’t want to do, didn’t want to be.

Draco was a Malfoy, and Lucius was bound and determined to make sure his son was worthy of that name.

And then everything started to crumble, and Lucius found himself looking at his seventeen year old son in chains. He and Narcissa were in chains, too. They’d lost the war, and they were going to suffer. It wasn’t nearly as bad as if Voldemort had survived—because Narcissa was the one to check on Potter’s body, Narcissa was the one who’d lied to Voldemort’s face—but Lucius had to live as a loser in the victors’ world.

To his shock, he kept his freedom. He had to work for the first time in his life; he worked under Arthur Weasley, helping to track down and destroy Dark objects. Lucius fully expected Arthur Weasley to abuse that power, to pay him back some of the pain the Malfoys had dealt his family. After all, he’d nearly killed Arthur’s daughter, and Draco had nearly killed Arthur’s youngest son.

But Arthur Weasley was quiet and patient instead, and he treated Lucius much like he had during the war. That uneasy truce the two of them had shared during those long days as frightened fathers, the careful politeness, the understanding that there were larger forces at work around them, forces that were changing their children. Lucius never mentioned Fred Weasley’s name, and Arthur never called him a Death Eater. They managed.

Lucius was happy to see Draco flourish, even as he seethed because it came from the Weasley clan (and Potter, but Potter was nearly a Weasley himself by now). It killed part of him to see his son become closer to that group, because they would never accept Draco. Not really; they would always hate him, and it was simply convenient for them to pity him in the moment.

Lucius liked Astoria much better. She was a pureblood girl, a Slytherin girl, and she took care of his boy well. She was more…open-minded than Lucius liked, but she and Draco weren’t close before the war—they’d never really crossed paths apparently. She was a new start, and Lucius was happy.

Then Scorpius, sweet little Scorpius with his big eyes and floppy hair, was born, and Lucius entered a new kind of hell.

Watching Draco spend hours in the nursery, watching over his son…coming home from work early, taking entire days off to bring his son out to the gardens or to a fair…talking to him firmly and punishing him with fairness when he did the wrong thing, but always assuring him that it was a mistake and he still loved Scorpius, of course he did…

Where had Draco learned to do all of that?

It sure as hell hadn’t come from Lucius.

Every day that Lucius saw Scorpius he was vividly reminded of Draco at a similar age, reminded of a boy he’d been so cold to, a boy that was more likely to go to Narcissa than him for advice, for comfort, for love. Astoria was a fine mother, but Scorpius was a bit more likely to be found with his dear Da. On top of that, Scorpius loved the Weasleys, and spent many a day with the children, Albus Potter especially. He even came over at Christmas, proudly wearing a Weasley jumper that matched his parents’.

Whoever had designed this punishment—seeing his son be so much better than he had ever been, knowing it was too late to fix his own mistakes—well, Lucius had to give them credit. It was a worse torture than anything Lord Voldemort had ever devised.

But even in this punishment, there was grace, and it came when Scorpius was thirteen and in love with Albus Potter.

That was the first day Lucius truly understood how broken his beliefs were. He listened in astonishment as Draco and Scorpius outlined an entirely different view of the last thirteen years. His son and grandson had truly been accepted by the Weasleys, a family Lucius despised, and they were happy.

Meanwhile Draco still looked at him with trepidation, and Scorpius flinched from him. And Draco still had to face the consequences of his tattoo, the same one Lucius had. He’d taught his son nothing valuable; meanwhile, Draco was friends with many of the same people Lucius had always believed to be inferior.

What the hell was wrong with him, then?

Lucius made two vows that day, and he knew he had to keep them. He was going to learn to let go of his beliefs, and he would be a better father.

He threw himself into research, reading through books written by Mud—Muggleborns, Muggleborns, looking through history in a brand new way, forcing himself to keep an open mind. It wasn’t easy, it was fucking difficult. Lucius didn’t want to accept that his blood didn’t automatically make him better, that magic was a gift that anyone could have…He didn’t want to admit that he’d taken part in something evil by its own nature…

But he had. He really had, and he’d hurt people for no good reason.

Lucius started to see the people looked at him for the first time, because it mattered for the first time. He saw the distrust, the fear, the contempt. He bit his tongue, because for the first time he understood that those reactions weren’t something to be proud of.

If that understanding was hard, being a better father was even harder.

Lucius had ignored Draco’s prison reforms, because so many of his old friends (and ex-lovers) were there under his son’s rule. It felt disloyal, but it was so important to Draco, and Lucius saw that it worked (and it was so much better than Azkaban), and so he looked into it. He read every last one of the Quibbler’s articles about the prison, read all of the Daily Prophet articles, and he went and spoke to Gregory Goyle about his experience. Lucius got a handle on the philosophy behind the prison, and he could finally talk to Draco about it.

But the rest of the job was harder to pin down. He and Draco didn’t spend much time together already—certainly not one on one. And Lucius had spent the last twenty one years tolerating or flat out ignoring the vast majority of Draco’s life.

In desperation, Lucius went to Arthur Weasley, who’d raised six sons. Surely he could give him some advice, if only on how to speak properly.

To his everlasting shock, Arthur sat him down and told him about Draco. Twenty one years worth of observations of a man whose father he hated, of a man that was his family.

They spoke for four hours that day, and Lucius went home with a more complete picture of his son than he’d ever had.

The next day, Lucius took Draco out to the country. The old Malfoy summer home hadn’t been seized, and it was still in great condition (it helped to have an architect for a daughter in law). And they spent the entire day talking and asking questions and there were moments when Lucius wept, because his son’s pain was raw and he’d wasted so much fucking time.

It never really got easier to be a good father. He and Arthur Weasley never spoke again on the subject, and he never engaged with the rest of the Weasleys. He also didn’t completely change his way of thinking. That was never going to happen; some habits can’t be broken.

But Lucius would keep his vow, because Draco was the most important person in his life, and he was blessed with his son. It was past time to make sure that Draco knew that.

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The Lily Special by LittleRose13

Day 6, The 12 Days of Shipmas - Did someone spike the eggnog?🍾

In which Lily is given a lifetime kitchen ban and Albus vows to never become an actor. 

Words:2,657

Pairings: Albus/Scorpius, Teddy/Victoire, Harry/Ginny

24th December, 2026

Everyone in the family knew that Lily Potter loved board games. They also knew that Lily Potter was the most viciously competitive member of her generation. These two facts were why everyone avoided playing games with her on the off chance she lost and threw a tantrum or a hex their way.

But Christmas Eve was the exception. It was the one night of the year Lily could convince her family to play with her, and they didn’t hold back. Now Lily was no longer a child, her brothers thought she could handle losing from time to time, and they did their best to make that happen. Some rather underhanded tactics had taken place in previous years to prevent Lily from winning.

As the kids got older - and James started playing professional Quidditch and really discovered his competitive side - the gameplay became even dirtier. With the addition of alcohol in more recent years, Potter Christmas Eve Game Night was really quite something to behold.

Of course Teddy had always been part of Game Night too, and then Victoire when he married her. This year was the first year their baby twin girls were also in attendance. Albus started to bring Scorpius along from their first Christmas out of Hogwarts and living together and Scorpius enjoyed the whole thing immensely. James, ever the bachelor, was unlikely to bring anybody with him. Lily was gushing to anybody who would listen about her new boyfriend who she’d met at university, but he was a muggle and it was a very new relationship so she hadn’t brought anyone either.

“Who wants The Lily Special? I make them at uni all the time.” Lily asked her family loudly, brandishing a cocktail glass. Everybody said no, apart from Scorpius who politely asked what was in it before Albus listed the five different types of alcohol included and Scorpius shuddered.

“I can’t drink much tonight. The twins have never slept away from home before,” Teddy explained, appearing in the living room with his wife after having put their twins down to sleep in the spare room.

They were three games in, Lily was in second to last place (Harry was last because he always let Lily beat him) and she was really not enjoying herself. She was bored of being picked on by her brothers in every single game and the smug look on Albus’ face was starting to get to her.

“Next we’re playing Mandrake Mime!” Lily insisted and Albus rolled his eyes at the mention of the game which only Lily actually knew how to play.

“That game is the worst.”

“Last place always gets to choose,” Lily turned to her father, who was nursing a firewhiskey and making eyes at his wife sat beside him. “Daddy, do you choose Mandrake Mime?”

Harry looked up, confused. “What? Oh, yes definitely.”

Lily gave Albus a triumphant look. “You’re incorrigible,” he muttered as she set the game up.

“Cheer up Al, this one’s always hilarious.” Scorpius poked Albus in the side. “What was it you had to do last time?”

“I don’t remember,” he muttered.

“He had to mime eating a hot dog and didn’t understand why we were all laughing so hard at him,” Teddy put in helpfully.

“That’s you lot and your dirty minds, not my intention.” Albus held his hands up.

Lily scoffed. “Probably for the best, otherwise I’d feel sorry for Scorpius if that’s actually how you-”

“Who wants more eggnog?” Ginny quickly interrupted and offered it round. Albus was rolling his eyes at Lily and Scorpius had turned bright red. With a triumphant look, Lily shook her head and gestured to her own glass which was already full with some concoction probably containing copious amounts of vodka, knowing Lily.

Despite Al’s protests, they played Mandrake Mimeand to Lily’s delight, the withstanding ‘don’t let Lily win’ rule was sidelined in favour of ‘pick on Al’ instead. The game required each player to choose someone to act out a phrase on a card, and there was also a board and a complicated system of earning tokens, which only Lily understood.

Nobody was paying a great deal of attention to any of the rules and instead they were enjoying winding Albus up.

“Oh, it’s my turn to draw a card.” Scorpius innocently took a card from the pile and held it face down. “Let’s see, who do I choose?” He pretended to consider everybody before handing the card to a scowling Albus with a flourish. Albus was in such a bad mood by this point that Scorpius was probably the only person who could have gotten away with giving him another card.

“I’m moving out, you no longer have a housemate,” Albus said to Scorpius as he begrudgingly took the card and read it to himself. “Or a boyfriend.”

“It’s okay Scorp, you can move in with us, can’t he Dad?” Lily patted Scorpius on the shoulder.

“Any day Scorpius. You’re much tidier than Albus.” Harry grinned at Albus who was rolling his eyes but was taking the teasing well.

“Can I get this over with?” he held the card up.

“Short, scrawny potions nerd,” James yelled as soon as Albus stood up.

“Wow, Jamesy. Got it in one.” Albus threw the card down in front of his brother and fell back onto the sofa next to his boyfriend. “Can we play something different now? I’m bored of being a performing monkey.”

“This says realising you’ve forgotten your wand,” James read the card incredulously.

“Yes!” Lily drowned out everyone else. “That means I won that game!”

There was a collective groan.

Somehow the next game didn’t ever happen as the family descended into conversation and everyone was too busy drinking and talking to bother setting up another game, even Lily. Albus and Scorpius were curled up together in an armchair, not far from the sofa which Victoire was sat on with Ginny and Harry. Over on the other sofa, Lily was leaning against James and tapping at her muggle mobile phone, chatting to Teddy as she did.

Teddy’s wand, which was lying on the mantelpiece, emitted glowing sparks and the sound of a baby crying came from it. Victoire put her drink down immediately.

“If one of them wakes up, it doesn’t take long for the other one to join her,” she muttered to Ginny, rising to leave.

“I’ll do it, you stay here, Princess.” Teddy was on his feet already and he kissed the top of her head, stroking her hair lovingly. “I love you so much.”

Vic raised her eyebrows as she watched him leave.

“That was… sweet. A little over the top, but sweet.” Ginny was confused by her almost-son’s behaviour.

“He’s drunk,” said Victoire shrewdly, narrowing her eyes into the distance where Teddy had just left. “That, right there, that was drunk Teds.”

“I thought he wasn’t drinking much ‘cause of the babies?”

“So did I.” Victoire looked thoughtful. “He’s barely drank at all since we found out I was pregnant, it’s supposed to be a solidarity thing. I told him he didn’t have to but, well, you know what Teddy’s like.”

“His taking-care-of-people thing,” Ginny said proudly. “What happened tonight then? It’s not like Teddy to just abandon ship like that.

Victoire considered her question for a second and then turned in her seat. “Albus!”

He looked up from his boyfriend and grinned at her, his green eyes giving away instantly that it wasn’t only Teddy who was drunk.

“What did you give my husband to drink?” She eyed his full glass of something that looked like one of Lily’s Special Cocktails.

Albus gestured vaguely to the door that Teddy had just left through. “Your husband went that way.”

“Not really what I asked. You’re no help when you’re drunk, Al.”

He shrugged and took a sip of his drink happily. Scorpius had been listening to their exchange and luckily was able to shed light on Vic’s question where Albus had failed.

“He’s just been drinking this delicious eggnog all night. It’s not strong at all.” Scorpius was holding a glass of said eggnog precariously as he spoke and Victoire looked at him suspiciously.

“Give me that a second.” She reached for his glass and he obliged. One quick sip confirmed that Harry’s eggnog recipe certainly was strong.

“Merlin, Uncle Harry! How much rum did you put in this?” She turned to her uncle who was all kinds of confused.

“James made it this year.”

Everyone turned to look at where James was sitting and talking to Lily.

“What?” he said, looking up when he sensed so many people looking at him.

“How much alcohol did you put in this?” Ginny asked, looking confused but also like she was trying to hold back laughter.

“Did someone spike the eggnog?” James looked shocked and appalled, and grabbed Scorpius’ glass from Victoire’s hand to taste it. “Tastes fine to me. I followed Dad’s recipe exactly. Lily helped me, you saw, didn’t you Lil? I used the recipe.”

Lily didn’t respond and was looking rather shifty.

“Lily Luna Potter!” Ginny reprimanded her daughter as if she were seven, rather than eighteen. “You didn’t?”

“Come on, you have to admit it made everything more fun. Look at Scorpius.”

“Oh, hi everyone,” Scorpius said, looking pleased when he noticed so many eyes on him. He’d conjured himself a party hat which he’d been unable to convince anyone else to wear with him.

“You got Teddy drunk, Lil.” Ginny looked as if she was slightly amused by her daughter’s actions.

“He got drunk from that? When did he become such a lightweight?” Lily looked incredulous. “He’s not Scorpius.”

“Hey!” Scorpius said, offended, but then he shrugged his shoulders. “Actually, fair point.”

“You’re a cheap date,” Albus threw an arm around his shoulders and stole his party hat.

“Your idea of a lightweight isn’t on the same page as anyone else’s if your stories from freshers week are anything to go by, Lil.” Ginny rolled her eyes.

“Teds hardly ever drinks anymore, Lily,” Victoire explained calmly; she wasn’t upset by the situation because drunk Teddy just meant he was more tactile and a bit soppier than usual.

“Since he had babiesand turned boring,” Lily muttered, stirring her own drink with a straw. Victoire laughed at her words and got up to go to the kitchen and refill her drink, taking Harry’s glass with her too.

Teddy appeared in the kitchen, their daughter held firmly in his arms, one of her hands in his as he exaggeratedly danced around with her and she squealed in delight. “That’s your mummy, the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Victoire rolled her eyes and took the baby from him. “Is Clemmie still asleep?”

Teddy didn’t seem to hear her, he was still holding their daughter’s little hand and making exaggerated faces at her. “I love your mummy so much, and I love you so much.”

Victoire looked around the kitchen and lowered her voice so nobody else could hear her use his pet name. “Blue Bear, I know you’re drunk right now. Lily spiked the eggnog. I don’t mind one bit, you can stop all this.”

He smiled at her gratefully, as Pippa let go of his hand. “Thought you’d be cross with me,” he muttered, stroking the baby’s blonde hair. “S’all Al’s fault.”

“It’s actually all Lily’s fault,” Victoire replied, leading Teddy back into the living room with their baby. They were met by both Ginny and Scorpius descending on them to coo over the baby.

Ginny took her from Victoire and Scorpius held onto her little hand, waving it around and making faces at her. Baby Pippa was smiling widely at him and her smile grew even bigger when she spotted Teddy again over Scorpius’ shoulder. She reached out for him and Ginny obliged, handing the baby over to her dad where she curled into him and rested her head on his shoulder.

“She’s normally such a good sleeper,” Victoire sighed, watching her daughter.

Scorpius ended up sat on the floor with his back up against the sofa, his knees bent up and Pippa sat across his stomach happily.

“Look at her little feet, and her little toes, and her little pyjamas. Look how little she is.” Scorpius was practically in tears over how cute the lower half of baby Pippa was. He was talking to Albus, who was spread out on the sofa behind him, giving non-committal noises of comprehension every few seconds and gazing at the baby too. “She’s just so little, wow, so small. She’s like a human, but really tiny.”

“Have you done your term in the neo-natal ward yet, Scorpius?” Victoire asked him, watching her daughter giggle. Victoire was a junior Healer and she’d chosen to specialise in mental health magic; Scorpius was in his third year of Healer school and about to choose his own specialism.

“That’s my last one! I’ve got the whole paediatrics department still to go. I’ve been in Spell Damage this past term, and before that Potion Poisoning.” Scorpius turned to speak to her then immediately shifted his gaze back to the baby and started cooing over her again.

“I think you’ll enjoy it,” she laughed as Scorpius babbled away to her daughter.

“You should have seen him when he was on the Labour and Delivery ward.” Albus grinned, sitting up on the sofa behind his boyfriend. “Albus, this baby was only this big. He was so small, only this big I tell you.”

“I don’t sound like that!”

“You do a bit, love.” Albus stroked Scorpius’ shoulders and Scorpius, noticing he’d sat up, picked baby Pip up to sit beside Albus on the sofa. The baby reached curiously towards Albus and he leaned forward to take her from Scorpius. Pippa was more interested in grabbing a fistful of Al’s hair, and his neck was stuck tilted at an odd angle as she happily pulled at it.

“Your daughter’s broken my neck, Ted,” Albus laughed, his head still leant over to one side. Teddy didn’t hear him because he was curled up against his wife who was stroking his hair fondly and keeping an eye on their daughter from across the room.

Scorpius freed Al’s hair from Pippa’s grip and she looked at him reproachfully. “She’s cross with you now,” Albus observed.

“I’m sorry, Pippy. I’m quite attached to your Uncle Albus’ hair,” Scorpius told her very seriously and she giggled at him, squirming down further and settling herself across Albus’ chest.

Albus kissed the top of her head. “I think I want one, one day. A long time from now.” He spoke loud enough so that only his boyfriend could hear.

“Me too.” Scorpius rested his head on Albus’ shoulder and gazed down at the baby too. “You know I can’t give you one of these. Or did you mean with somebody else?” he said quietly.

Albus looked up at him and furrowed his brow. “Of course I meant with you.”

“Which takes me back to my original point. I can’t give you a baby, I lack certain essential components.”

Albus laughed lightly as Pippa crawled across the two of them, landing on top of Scorpius. “We’ll work something out. Imagine having one of these around all the time.”

Pippa sat up and stared at Scorpius, as if realising for the first time that he was neither of her parents. Her bottom lip trembled and she let out a piercing scream, attempting to throw herself from his lap. Scorpius’ reactions, while slower than usual, still kicked in to catch her in time, but that only made her cry more. He hastily lifted her up to deliver her back to Victoire, where she settled almost instantly.

“I think I prefer it just the two of us for now,” Scorpius sighed, throwing an arm around his intoxicated boyfriend. Albus nodded in agreement.

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Chapter 11: Epilogue

Fic Type: Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter Crossover, (half)Elf!Reader, Slytherin!Reader, Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Sad? (Is that a warning?)

Draco had been sentenced to two years in Azkaban, but you didn't care. He was a self-centered jerk and you never wanted to see him again. You couldn't find a job in the anywhere, so you had no choice but to leave. You didn't really want to stay in the Wizarding World anyway; there were too many bad memories. You moved to Middle-Earth and went to study healing, though you continued to live alone, enduring the harsh words, whispers, and rumors.

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One day after you had finished healing wounded Elven soldiers, you came home exhausted but happy. Things were starting to go back to normal, though things might never be normal. Molly had been seriously injured in the Wizarding War and was still recovering, and Draco was out of Azkaban, or at least he should be. You had grown to hate him for being so ignorant and stupid, for thinking he had no choice. You knew you could never forgive him, even if you wanted to. 

You had moved to Rivendell, in Middle-Earth, where your mother was from and where you were born. You lived in a cottage along the river. The Elves there were in need of someone who could heal, so of course you took the job. Day and night you had cared for the sick and wounded. It kept your mind off the past, but you disliked it. As soon as you had gotten there you had reunited with your cousin, Legolas. You had missed him very much, and he came from Mirkwood to Rivendell to visit you often. It was storming outside and you were curled up near the fire with a cup of tea and your very-old-but -miraculously-still-alive cat, Tundra. The home was small but very clean, decorated beautifully. You had always wanted to go to study the ancient spells and history, but you couldn't afford it, so you had gone into healing. 

A sudden knock at the door interrupts your thoughts. You went to go let whoever was out there in; no one should be out and about in this weather. When you opened the door a man wearing a cloak that obscured his face stood there.

"You have no idea how far I've traveled to find you." Says a familiar voice as Draco Malfoy pulls down his hood.

You slam the door in his face. You never wanted to see him again, not after he betrayed you....

You open the door again, and out of common courtesy only, ask him in for tea.

As he sits down at the kitchen table he laughs. "You know, I expected to see kids running around here. I thought you would have married someone." He smiles humorously at you, and you return his look with a glare, as you slam a teacup down in front of him.

"Why? Because I'd have a husband, settle down, be a mother? You should know me better than that." You can't keep the anger out of your voice.

"You never know. A lot can change in two years." He sips his tea.

"Besides, I'm only nineteen." You say, voice shaking. "And I don't want to have anything to do with you, so as soon as you finish your tea you can leave." You shout at him, surprised by your own outburst.

"What?" he splutters, spewing tea everywhere.

"Because of you I am whispered about and ridiculed and I couldn't get a job anywhere, it's a miracle I even have one! I had to leave the Wizarding World because I had no place to stay, no job, and everybody is dead!" you practically shout. "I lost everything because of you! Everything! I was tortured on your dad's orders, I had to quit school, my parents are dead, and I had to go work as a healer because I don't have enough money to teach at Hogwarts since I used all of my savings paying for this house and for a job I don't want! All you cared about was yourself!" with that you burst into tears, not even noticing the taken aback, though slightly annoyed look on Draco's face.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I..."

"Sorry isn't going to cut it. You chose yourself and forgot about everyone else. You thought you had no choice. You were scared of You-Know-Who, you coward!"

He gets up from his chair and puts an arm around your shaking shoulders. "You know what the worst part is?" he asks, and you look up. "I never stopped loving you. And you know why? Because you kept believing in me. You stayed loyal to me, to the point where it destroyed you. Do you remember when you asked what the Amortentia potion smelled like to me? It smelled like home, the metal of a Snitch, and you; the sea, warm amber, and fresh, clean linen. The only reason I ignored you is because I didn't want you to get hurt. I didn't want to make it look like I cared about you, that you were my weakness. And I'm sorry if you hate me, because I want to take care of you the way you took care of me." He smiles down at you sadly.

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"I mean that I want you to come live in the Malfoy Manor. As a friend, of course." He adds when he sees your startled expression.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just not ready yet." You say, wiping the tears from your eyes. "I'm not ready to go back." He stares, and you look down at your hands. "I'm sorry. I don't love you anymore. I'm not who you think I am. I'm not that innocent schoolgirl that needs saving and I realize now that I never was."

"No, you don't understand. That's never who you were..." Draco begins to argue.

"Oh really?" you snap back, "Why then, are you always trying to save me?" Malfoy's mouth opens to retort, but before he can even get a word out you start in again. "I had that situation with Blaise completely under control, and you just came bursting in like you owned the place!" You throw your hands up in complete disgust, "Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was? To have to be rescued all the time?!"

Draco's eyes held a stony cold look you knew so well. "If I hadn't rescued you, you know what would have happened? He would have raped you. And if you hadn't ended up pregnant with his child, you would have been his slave! Do you even know what he did? The girl before you he used the Imperius curse on. She had no choice but to do everything he said, everything! He even sold her to other students for his own profit. I saved your life, you should be grateful!"

"Grateful? Grateful! How many times have I lied for you? Most of which you don't even know about! All of Six and Seventh Year I spent making up excuses for why you weren't in class! And why weren't you in class? Because you were trying to kill the headmaster and lead an attack on Hogwarts!"

He grits his teeth. "I. Had. No. Choice."

"The only reason you thought you had no choice is because, again, you were trying to save me! And from what I saw, your father deserves to die anyway." Your cold E/C eyes shoot daggers in his direction.

"My father was wrong to think that killing others is okay. He was also wrong to discriminate against Muggle-borns. But he is still my father, and I honor him." Draco's voice was tight.

"Yeah, well if it wasn't for your father, mine and my mother would still be alive." Your own voice was about to crack from the emotional strain.

"And how exactly is it my father's fault your parents are dead?" He snaps back, defense rising in his voice.

"Your father used Legilimency on me! He combed through my memories, he already knew my father was an Auror! He knows where I live; your family came for dinner when I was twelve. Then, he had my father killed and my home burnt to the ground! Not to mention my mother, who had already died thanks to that goddamn law!"

"Fine. If that's how you feel, that's just fine." He stood, pulled on his cloak and let himself out with a slam of the front door. Your drop your head in your hands, exhausted, furious, and heartbroken. You wished he hadn't come, you had wanted to avoid this, but there had been no way around it.

---

A year later he appeared on your doorstep again. Again he apologized, and again he asked you to come live in the Malfoy Manor. In the time since his last visit you had forgiven him, and yourself. You also apologized for the way you acted, and you proposed an offer. "If I come to live in the Malfoy Manor, I want you to pay for me to go back to school." You looked him straight in the eye, and you knew he knew that that was the only way you were going anywhere without a fight.

"I don't want you hurt again. I don't want people to know you are associated me, they'll..."

"Think the worst? They have been doing that since I was born. And what were you planning to do? Have your parents lock me in the cellar again?"

"I guess you better get packing then." Draco says with his familiar smirk. And you did.

---

You moved into the Malfoy Manor and started school at a wizarding university. You had always had an interest in the ancient arts, so you went to Euro-Glyph, a "wizarding school of extraordinary languages" in London to become a wizarding archaeologist. You studied ancient curses, spells, and magic for the Ministry of Magic for several years before returning to the Malfoy Manor.

---

You and Draco were very happy, although you both got angry at the disgusted stares you got when walking down the street. Draco, because he was an ex-Death Eater, and you because you were with him. Draco tried to get you to leave him many times because of all the people's accusing stares and harsh words, but you took no heed of them, or him. You were offered a job teaching Ancient Studies at Hogwarts, and you took it. Two years later, Draco proposed to you, and you got married. The wedding was small, but it was enough for you two.

---

You loved falling asleep next to him, you felt warm, safe, and secure there lying by his side. And he loved loving you. Every kiss tasted like a piece of heaven, and every inch of your body was euphoria of perfection to him. Later on you found out you were pregnant with a baby boy, your first child. You and Draco were overjoyed when you found out. Scorpius looked just like his father, though he had inherited your book smarts. Two years later you became pregnant with your second child. Unfortunately, the Ministry of Magic had called Draco to come to London. You both knew that this day would come eventually, but you never knew when. He had to be interrogated since he used to be a Death Eater, even after he had spent his time in Azkaban to make sure he wasn't practicing the Dark Arts. No one was allowed to come with him, and if he was found guilty they could execute him on the spot.

"Please don't go." You whisper in his ear as you hug him tightly.

"I'm sorry, but I have no choice. I don't want to, not with the baby on the way, but..." Draco rests his hand softly on the side of your swollen belly.

"When the Ministry calls you have to go." You recite the words he had said so many times before, tears in your eyes. 

He had no idea how long he'd be gone, or if he was even coming back at all. This was heart-wrenching because you were already seven months pregnant with your second child.

Draco bends down till he's almost eye-level with your first son, little two year-old Scorpius, who was clinging to your dress being very brave by trying not to cry. "Scorpius, I need you to take care of mommy while I'm gone, okay? She needs extra hugs because she's very tired from carrying your new little brother or sister for so long." Draco smiles up at you before turning back to Scorpius, picking him up and hugging him tightly.

Scorpius wraps his arms around his neck and whispers, "Are you going to be back for my birthday, daddy?"

Draco smiles sadly. "Maybe." He places Scorpius in your arms and kisses you softly before turning towards the waiting carriage.

"Bye-bye daddy." Your little boy waves goodbye to his father for what may be the last time.

---

The days dragged on. Draco wrote almost every day, but that didn't make up for him not being home. When Scorpius turned three Draco sent him a toy broomstick for him to ride that hovered only a few feet off the ground. He didn't seem to care for it much, preferring the book of best loved children's poems that his aunt had sent him. But he missed his father very much, and often cried at night because Draco wasn't there to tuck him into bed. 

Then, very suddenly, you became very ill. This was not good at all since you were in your last weeks of pregnancy. It got so bad a nurse from St. Mungo's had to be called in to take care of you. You slowly got better, though only a week before the scheduled due-date. Luckily the baby was alive and healthy. You often felt him or her kicking and knew he or she was going to be a very active child. You were on Maternity leave from teaching at Hogwarts, and on October 12 you gave birth to a wonderful, lively, little boy. 

Perseus looked as much like you as Scorpius looked like Draco. He had brilliant E/C eyes and H/C hair, and was very active. It broke your heart not to have Draco by your side, for him not to be able to hold his newborn son.

---

It was almost three months after Perseus's birth that Draco came home, alive and well. Perseus was by now learning to walk and babbling away. He got himself into a lot of sticky situations, and once even stole his brother's toy broomstick, and he nearly gave you a heart attack when you walked into the nursery and he was zooming about on the broomstick, he had literally learned to fly before he could walk. Scorpius was now learning to read. He was only three, and had no interest in broomsticks, but rather preferred books. He had already memorized all the letters in the alphabet and their sounds by himself from a book. Draco was devastated that he had missed so many important moments of his sons' lives.

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Family gatherings were always stressful. Lucius disliked you greatly, and Narcissa wasn't fond of you either. They had disapproved of Draco offering to take care of you. They definitely weren't happy when he payed for you to go to back to school. They were downright furious when he proposed to you. They hadn't wanted you to be the one to bear their son's children, and you offered to leave many times, but Draco wouldn't let you. Lucius wanted you to leave. He tried to drive you and your baby out once when Draco had taken a trip to Diagon Alley. He almost succeeded. Draco had come back just in time to talk some sense into his father.

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You kept teaching even after you were married and had given birth to both your children, and you lived with your husband and sons in the Malfoy Manor. Scorpius was the first to attend Hogwarts, being the oldest. He never cared much for Quidditch, but was extremely smart. He was the top student in every class, beating everyone by leaps and bounds. When Scorpius was made Head Boy you and Draco were so very proud off him. Perseus on the other hand, loved Quidditch. He became Seeker, like his father, though in his first year. When he was made Quidditch Captain you and Draco were so happy for him. Draco loved you and your boys so much, and you were so very happy together as a family.