#gender fluid draco malfoy

A loud pecking on glass startled Draco out of his memory. Harry jolted awake and ran to the window. An owl waited, attempting to hold itself upright, a brown box wrapped with a brown string tied in a bow in its beak.

The window shot open as Harry reached towards it and the owl flew in to drop the parcel into Harry’s waiting hands.

“Thanks,” Harry whispered to the owl and pet the soft feathers on its head. The owl cooed and nibbled at his finger affectionately.

Draco felt his heart flutter at the kindness Harry showed the creature. He’d always been especially fond of owls.

When the bird took off, Harry shut the window with a wave of his hand and turned back towards the bed.

“Ah!” Harry startled to see Draco awake and looking at him.  He fumbled the package, but caught it just in time.

Draco made an undignified squeak in response, just as shocked at Harry’s reaction to him. At hearing Draco’s squawk, Harry burst out laughing.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” he said, gasping for air. Draco’s eyes narrowed and Harry caught his breath.

“I am! I just… didn’t know you’d be there. Like, awake already, I mean,” Harry said with another burst of laughter.

“Cut it out, Potter, it’s not that funny.” Draco’s cheeks began to flush.

“Sorry,Malfoy, but it is! That squawk…” Harry placed the package on the fluffy white chair next to the window and wiped a tear from his eye. “Classic. Just classic. Like one of your mum’s white peacocks startled out of its wits—”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Draco huffed. “Oh, for Mer—Merlin knows why I love you. Now get over here with that package. What is it?”

“It’s a surprise. From your mum.”

Draco raised his eyebrows.

“You’re not serious?”

“I’m not. I’m his Godson.”

Draco groaned and rolled his eyes. He’d walked right into that one and couldn’t fault Harry for taking the opportunity. Draco regained his composure.

“Open it,” Harry said, his excitement radiating out of every part of him.

“You know what this is!”

“I most definitely do. Come on, hurry up!” He placed his hands on Draco’s knees, holding him as Draco lifted his index finger and made a sharp movement upwards in the air. The brown string snapped and Draco reached forward to undo the spellotape on the edges. He could feel Harry’s excitement through the bond. “Stop touching me, you’re going to spoil the surprise!”

“Sorry!” Harry pouted, moving his hands away and stepping about a foot backwards, hoping to not inadvertently send any images telepathically to Draco about what was in the box.

Finally, Draco was able to lift the lid.  Inside, he found a weathered grey and white speckled plant pot. It had a sleek, tapered silhouette and engraved on  one side were the words “La Belle.” As he read the words in his mind, his lips subconsciously mouthed them and he felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Draco, what’s wrong?” Harry’s hand was back on his knee in an instant. The thought rushed through the bond and echoed in Draco’s mind. You haven’t even read the note inside yet. Draco was too preoccupied by the meaning of the words on the outside of the pot to be able to consider the note Harry was thinking about.

“N-nothing is wrong,” Draco got out. “It’s just…Oh, Harry…” Teardrops fell from his eyes, and Harry squeezed his knee. “These words…it’s French for ‘The Beautiful,’ but she wrote La, not—” Draco’s voice cracked, and he couldn’t finish his thought.

Harry did for him. “That’s… the feminine spelling? Isn’t it?” Draco nodded, still incapable of speech.

Harry wrapped his arms around his lover. “She loves you. She loves all of you, sweetheart.”

Draco took a couple deep breaths and swallowed hard. “She does. And this is the perfect way she could have told me that…”

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“Harry! We’re here.”

Harry noticed Draco was standing in front of a shop. A tea shop. The sign read “Madam Puddifoot’s,” though it didn’t look like the same pink monstrosity Harry remembered.

“You’re…joking.”

Draco’s eyebrows shot up. “I most certainly am not.”

“You know I have bad memories here…”

“And?”

“And…well…it kinda messes up the vibe of the date, doesn’t it?”

Draco shook his head. “Stubborn Gryffindor. Look!” Draco pointed to the lovely brown-wood exterior and a shiny metal sign that jutted off the side of the wall, depicting a witch stirring a cauldron. There was magical blue steam bubbling in the cauldron and floating in whisps to form the words “Best Witches’ Brew!”

“Does this look like the same place you went to with Cho Chang in Fifth Year?” Draco asked, patiently.

“No,” Harry grumbled.

“No. So do you think perhaps the inside has changed as well?”

“It’s a…possibility.”

“Please, Harry.” Draco turned to him. “You know me. I know you. Do you really think I’d purposely plan a date that you would hate?”

“Yes,” Harry answered truthfully.

Draco’s eyes widened in shock and then, noticing Harry’s grin, he had to smile as well, shaking his head. “You, prat.” He leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on Harry’s lips.

Draco felt Harry’s magic swirl around them as snow began to gently fall. “You always do that.”

“It’s romantic!” Harry retorted.

“It’s cheesy as hell is what it is.”

“You love it.”

“I’d never confess it.”

“You already have.”

“No witnesses. Can’t prove it.”

“Just kiss me again, loser…”

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“Potter! Where are you?!”

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. “Dragana, you know very well I am in the en suite bathroom getting ready for our Christmas party.” He continued checking himself out in the mirror, ensuring his hair was still in place from the new potion he was trying out.

Click-clack, click-clack came Dragana’s heels as she strode across the bedroom and into the bathroom as Harry turned to look at her.

She was radiant in her long royal blue sweetheart gown. The strapless bodice sparkled with crystals in an intricate and stunning beaded design, transitioning into a full tulle skirt, beads trickling down it.

“Turn around,” Harry asked, but it didn’t sound like a question.

Dragana huffed and put her hands—which were covered in arm-length silver gloves—on her hips.

“Are you ready yet?”

“I’m nearly ready, yes, my love. Please. Will you turn for me?” Harry bit his lip and spoke in his sweetest voice.

Dragana’s face flushed but she dropped her arms and spread them in front of her as she did a slow twirl. Harry’s mouth dropped in awe as his eyes caught sight of the blue ribbons lacing up the back of the bodice.

“You’re absolutely beautiful,” Harry said when Dragana had completed her twirl, arms still outstretched.

Dragana’s face, which had been a light pink, turned scarlet.  “Thank you,” she mumbled, and stepped forward, welcoming Harry into her arms.

“You’re nervous,” Harry said. This wasn’t a question—he felt it in the way her heart pounded in her chest against his.

“I’m fucking terrified that’s what I am,” Dragana admitted.

“Everyone who is coming already knows Dragana’s coming. They’re expecting you.”

“I know. I know. And I want to show them how amazing I am, I’m just…not sure…if I’ll be successful.”

Harry shook his head.  “Sweetheart, we have already succeeded. Come.” They released each other. “Let’s go down together.” He held out a hand for Dragana who took it, steadying herself. She then interlaced her fingers with Harry’s. The silk gloves between his fingers whispered dirty promises and Harry shivered. “I’m so happy. Tonight is going to be momentous!” Harry exclaimed as they turned to make their way down the hall, down the stairs, and to the main floor.

Dragana raised an eyebrow.

“S-i-r-i-u-s—ly,” Harry said. “Molly still cannot believe that I have stolen Christmas from her, but she has no idea how magnificent and magical the first Potter-Malfoy Christmas party is going to be.”

Dragana giggled. “Especially with the Christmas crackers I’ve chosen for everyone…”

Harry mock-scoffed, “Excuse me? You really think you have a chance against me?”

Dragana renewed her laughter. “Ha! Yes, I really do, sweetheart. In fact— I bet you.”

Harry stopped abruptly causing the two of them to lose balance and Dragana to trip on her tulle skirt.

“Potter! ” Dragana snarled. She scooped the skirt up with a flourish and inspected it for harm. Seeing nothing, she huffed and let it fall. The tulle floated back down to the floor and Dragana punched Harry in the arm.

“Ouch!”

“Do you know how much I love this dress?”

“I’m sorry, I was just taken aback is all. What did you say?” Harry had definitely forgotten by now.

Dragana sighed and placed her hands on her hips and Harry’s cock twitched.

“I was saying: I’m willing to bet you that our friends and loved ones are going to go absolutely rogue Bludger when they receive my Christmas crackers. Whatever you have got, no matter how hard you may have tried, will ever live up to what I’ve got in store.”

Harry bit his lip, flushing. “I wouldn’t count your Snitches, my little prince…” His voice was soft and Dragana had to lean in to hear him properly.

When she’d caught the words, raised her eyebrows, “I’m quite confident, sweetheart. And I do bet you. I bet you…one wish.”

“A…wish?”

“You heard me. Whoever ends up having the most beloved Christmas crackers not only gets free reign for every future Malfoy-Potter Christmas Party—”

“Mm-hmm?”

“—but is also entitled to one wish to be granted by the LOSER,” Malfoy’s lips rounded saucily around the letters of the word “loser” and Harry’s cock twitched again—he imagined her lips in a round “Ohhhhhhh!” around it.

“Are you even listening to me?” Dragana was snapping her fingers to get Harry’s attention.

“Of course, I am,” Harry consoled her. “One wish. Okay! I’m with you there. The loser has to grant one wish for the person who’s Christmas cracker is the most marvelous, the most magnificent, most magical—”

“Potter, for fuck’s sake, we both get the picture. Now shake on it.”

“Not this time,” Harry said. “Kiss!”

Dragana rolled her eyes, but placed her hands on Harry’s cheeks, leaning in to give him a deep, sloppy, contract-binding smooch.

Rating: E

** <3 ** 

Harry whispered in Dray’s mind: You’re so good, my sweet princess.  

He noticed how Dray nearly opened her eyes in astonishment at the unexpected presence of Harry in her mind, but quickly regained composure.

“Yes, you are such an obedient princess, aren’t you? You may respond.”

“Yes, sir. I want to be good for you.”

“And that pleases me. Now. Please open your eyes.” Dray did. “As gorgeous as you are, my love, I think it’s about time we take this off. I want you to strip—slowly. Now.” Harry said as Dray’s hands flew to the cape at her chest.

Dray’s hands slowly unbuttoned the faux fur. Harry couldn’t stand waiting. “Stop,” he demanded, and Dray did, slightly startled. “Too slow. Hands at your sides.”

Dray complied, her eyes glazed, obviously sunken into subspace already. 

“Permission to speak, sir?”

Harry grinned. “Permission granted.”

“Please don’t rip anything off of me today…this dress—”

“That’s enough,” Harry cut her off. “You’ve made your request. And your request will be granted. If—” Harry quirked an eyebrow, “you remain a good girl. Now, you can do that, can’t you?”

Dray’s eyes lit up and she smiled nodded vigorously and straightened up, as if to better show Harry how good she could be.

Harry stroked the soft white fur around Dray’s chest with the back of his fingers. It tickled his skin and Harry sighed at the feeling, slipping his fingers to the hidden buttons at the back and undoing them, one by one.

Dray whimpered as Harry slid the fur down her skin, letting it hit the floor with a softswoosh. This revealed the scarlet red dress, hugging Dray’s hips, which Harry’s hands immediately enveloped. He gently caressed her sides, her back, her now bare arms, and relished every second their skin was in contact…

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