#lucius malfoy
Family Portrait
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Fandom:Harry Potter
Characters:The Death Eaters
Song:Blood // water
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Ღ a/n: draco and his friends are in their 2nd year at hogwarts, whilst the reader is in her 7th year at beauxbatons.
your sister is so cool
ღ pairing : draco malfoy x sister!reader ft. blaise zabini, pansy parkinson, theodore nott
ღ warnings : the reader is everyone’s favourite, and i mean everyone.
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ღ summary : upon her arrival home from school abroad, the reader spends time with her younger brother’s friends and makes quite the impression.
Ღ word count : 1.3k+
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Ღ a/n: draco and his friends are in their 2nd year at hogwarts, whilst the reader is in her 7th year at beauxbatons.
your sister is so cool
ღ pairing : draco malfoy x sister!reader ft. blaise zabini, pansy parkinson, theodore nott
ღ warnings : the reader is everyone’s favourite, and i mean everyone.
Ღ requests : closed (check navigation for any updates)
ღ summary : upon her arrival home from school abroad, the reader spends time with her younger brother’s friends and makes quite the impression.
Ღ word count : 1.3k+
Ღreblogs are appreciated｡◕‿◕｡
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Draco was excited for his friends to come over. Despite seeing them throughout the whole semester at Hogwarts, Draco was still looking forward to spending countless summer days with them. Hearing the door open, Draco zoomed down the stairs as he heard three distinct voices. “Guys!” he cheered as he saw his friends’ faces light up with a smile. Because both Narcissa and Lucius were gone, the four children were free to roam the manor and its gardens as they pleased. With the heat making it impossible to run around, the children decided to have a water fight. After persuading the elves to provide them with an unending supply of snacks and treats, the four children began chasing each other about the gardens, spraying water in each other’s faces. “Come and get me, Blaise!” Pansy yelled before shrieking as Blaise sprayed water all over her causing the young girl to laugh loudly. Draco was currently hiding behind one of the bushes, preparing to ambush Theo who was standing around, looking to find his next target. Just as Draco was about to shoot, he heard the car door close and realised his parents must have been home now. Standing up in excitement, Draco failed to notice Theo’s smirk as the young boy soaked him.
Because he didn’t want to be soaking like his son, Lucius instantly held both palms up in surrender when he approached the gardens. “Woah, Woah! I’m the good guy!” Lucius warned playfully, wiggling his eyebrows at the young children. “Hi, Mr Malfoy” Pansy smiled before directing her attention to Mrs Malfoy who was still standing by the car. It was then that Draco remembered where his parents had just come from. “Wait!” your brother cried. “Is she really here?” he smiled, looking up at his father. Lucius simply nodded as he looked in his wife’s direction and saw you come out of the car. It had been a while since Draco’s friends had seen you, especially with you being in Beauxbatons, France during the school semesters. “Is who here?” Blaise asked, looking back and forth between Draco and Lucius finding himself growing more curious. “My sister, duh! Who else?” Draco smiled as he dropped the water toys and ran straight towards the car in your direction.
When Pansy saw you step out of the car, she didn’t need much persuasion to follow Draco and run over towards you. Growing up as an only child, Pansy found herself looking up to you as a big sister. The young girl adored spending time with you, which was tough given how infrequently she saw you. Even though she was Draco’s friend, she would constantly come to the manor to see you. Just you. “Wait for us!” Theo called out as he and Blaise headed over to follow their friends. Seeing your brother run towards you, with his friends closely behind, you couldn’t help but smirk in delight at all the attention. Even though Draco was an irritating little brother that drove you crazy from time to time, you still loved him. “Wow, would you look at what we have here!” you teased, earning a subtle glare from your mother. You had only just arrived home and planned to annoy your brother relentlessly. “Hi, baby dragon,” you smiled as you hugged your brother before turning your attention to his friends. Noticing Pansy’s huge smile, you quickly offered the girl a hug, which she happily reciprocated with glee. You loved spending time with Pansy. She was nothing but adorable. A little bit of a tomboy, but sweet nonetheless.
Theo couldn’t help but grin in enjoyment as Draco’s childhood nickname was mentioned. “Baby dragon?” he asked, folding his arms and looking at Draco, mocking him. “Shut up, Theo” Draco grumbled before being interrupted by his mother. “Now, now Draco. That’s not kind,” she scolded him before joining her husband in the gardens. As Narcissa made her way toward Lucius, she was shocked when he started to drench her in water, causing Narcissa to shriek at how cold the water was. “Ah! Lucius- you little!”, she started before chasing her husband around the gardens attempting to soak him back. Laughing loudly at the sight of your parents’ actions, you very quickly chased after them assisting your mother in seeking her revenge. It wasn’t long before the remaining children followed suit and started to drench Lucius in water causing the grown man to pout. “Alright! Alright! I surrender! Ah- Y/N! How dare you turn your back on me? What happened to you being Daddy’s girl, huh?” Lucius mocked, causing you to roll your eyes at him. “You should have thought about that before you soaked Mum!” you retorted, sticking your tongue out at your father causing Lucius to fake his hurt expression.
“See, Lu. I told you,” Narcissa smirked. “I’m Y/N’s favourite!” she smiled before wrapping her arm around you and hugging you. Hugging your mother, you couldn’t help but smile. You truly had missed your family, especially this semester. So it was wonderful knowing how easy it was for you to slip back into the groove of things. Noticing your father’s pout, you pulled away from your mother to hug him before kissing him softly on the cheek causing his frown to turn upside down and showcase a smile once more. “You’re both my favourites,” you emphasised.
“But she loves me more!” Draco interrupted. “Nuh-uh! Y/N loves me more!” Pansy repeated, mocking the younger blonde boy. “What? You’re not even her real sister! Besides, we all know Y/N loves us more! We are her favourite boys!”, Theo argued before nodding towards Blaise who smiled in agreement. “Yeah! We’re much less annoying-”, Blaise started before shrieking when the cold water made contact with his back. Turning around and catching you standing there, one hand on your hip as you giggled at his reaction, you very quickly ran away when you realised you were in for it. As the younger children chased you around the garden, your parents couldn’t help but laugh at how quickly you surrendered once they caught up to you.
“Alright, alright! Hey! Okay! I love you all very much! Quit it, Draco!”, you begged before pulling your brother down onto the grass by his ankles. Once Draco was down for the count, you very quickly ran away from the rest of the children before making a spontaneous decision. Clearly, they weren’t looking to stop the water fight anytime soon, not unless they were deemed victorious. Noticing that mischievous look in your eyes, Narcissa very quickly warned you against whatever you were thinking. “Y/N Narcissa Malfoy. Don’t you dare-” she started, but it was too late.
Jumping into the pool, the four children looked at you in shock. They knew you were a risk-taker but this was crazy! “Your sister is so cool!” Pansy mumbled to Draco who simply nodded his head as he was still stunned by your actions. That was the thing Draco loved about you. You were the brave one. The one person in his life he could always rely on. No matter what. “Ha! Ha! I won!” you cheered knowing there was no way they would copy you. You thought wrong! Quickly swimming out of the way, all four children floated up laughing at how cool the water in the pool felt. “Ha! Ha! Now we won too!” Pansy smiled as she swam towards you and hugged you once more. You hurriedly got out of the pool after noticing your father chuckling in the background as he went into the manor and dried yourself off with one of the towels nearby. “Y/N!” Narcissa scolded, even though you could tell she was being playful. As you spent the rest of the evening with your little brother and his friends, smiling as they told you stories of their time at Hogwarts before they insisted on hearing about your time at Beauxbatons instead.
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ღ a/n : i cried whilst writing this, so it should be no surprise if you tear up whilst reading it (but i doubt it since my writing isn’t that good). i also suggest you listen to this song to help get you into the vibe of this story. the words in italics are the lyrics from the song.
i loved her first
ღ pairing : lucius malfoy x daughter!reader
ღ warnings : if you have daddy issues, then i advise you give this one a miss.
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ღ summary : lucius reminisces about his time with his daughter on her wedding day.
Ღ word count : 2.6k+
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Standing in the doorway of your childhood bedroom, Lucius couldn’t believe his eyes. In front of him, there you sat. In front of the vanity, fiddling with your earrings, your tongue slightly sticking out to the corner of your mouth as you finally managed to get them on.
You smiled as you looked in the mirror; you looked beautiful, and your father thought the exact same. Looking in the mirror you saw your father leaning against the doorframe. You turned around to face him with a huge smile plastered on your face. Standing up to twirl around in your dress, giggling at how it floated even after you stopped twirling.
“How do I look, Dad?”, you asked. However, Lucius couldn’t look at you. Not because he didn’t want to. But because he feared that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop crying. “Daddy?”, you asked again, this time cupping his face with your hands forcing you to look at him, just like he always did for you when you were crying and didn’t want to show it. “You look beautiful. Absolutely divine”, he mumbled as he wiped his left eye clean from the tears that welled up. “Dad”, you smiled. “Please don’t cry. I’ll always be your girl first, you know that”, you reminded him. Nodding his head, Lucius opened his mouth to say something before your mother walked into the room, holding your bridal bouquet.
Noticing that her husband looked like he had been crying, Narcissa quickly took charge of the scene. “No tears from either one of you right now. Y/N, you’ll end up ruining your makeup. And we all know that if you start crying,” she directed at Lucius, “then I will start crying as well”, she joked. You couldn’t help but chuckle at your mother’s words. Handing you your bouquet, your mother took one last look at you, checking if your veil was on straight, before leaving the room to go and join the rest of the guests. Taking one last moment to soak it all in, you looked back at your childhood bedroom and smiled at what was to come. Turning to face your father, you wrapped your arm with his as he led you outside the manor and into the ceremonial grounds. Now standing in the hallway, hidden from your fiance, soon to be husband, it suddenly felt real. Noticing your change in expression, Lucius kissed your head softly before tightening his grip on you. Not to hurt you, but to remind you that he was still here for you, and if you wanted to cancel this whole thing, he would gladly go out and do that. Lucius was the kind of father who would do anything for his daughter. You were lucky to have him.
“Y/N?”, he asked. “Are you sure you want to do this? Because, Princess, I can just-” “No,” you shook your head. “I want to do this. I want to marry him. I love Blaise. I really do. I’m just nervous about tripping on my dress as we walk down, I think”, you chuckled to lighten the mood as you took a sip of your water. Smiling at your words, Lucius just kissed the back of your hand before caressing it with his thumb, “I’m not going to let you fall. I promise.”
And he didn’t. The ceremony was perfect as could be. You noticed several guests started to tear up during your vows. You couldn’t help but feel all emotional as Blaise proclaimed his love for you. You didn’t even need to hear his words to know this. You just needed to look in his eyes. His eyes told the whole story. Now you and Blaise were dancing the night away, enjoying your first dance as husband and wife. In the corner of the room, your parents sat contently admiring you two.
Look at the two of you dancin’ that way
Lost in the moment and each other’s face
So much in love, you’re alone in this place
Like there’s nobody else in the world
Blaise twirled you around and dipped you, causing you to giggle at the sensation. As he dipped you, he leant down forwards to kiss you, which you happily reciprocated with a smile. The guests swooned at the sight of you two whilst your friends cheered. The gardens may have been filled with several guests, but to you and Blaise, it felt like there was no one there other than the two of you. And you could see that in your eyes. Lucius could recognise that look from a mile away. It was how he looked at Narcissa on their wedding day. Lucius still looked at her that way. He had that look in his eyes on the day you were born. Lucius found himself reminiscing over that day.
I was enough for her not long ago
I was her number one, she told me so
As Lucius walked you down the aisle, his arm wrapped around yours, he felt a strong sense of deja-vu. He was back in the gardens with you. But this time, you were only one and a half, giggling as you took your first steps toward your dadda. “C’mon, baby! You can do it”, Lucius cheered, extending his arms out to you. Behind you was your mother. Narcissa was crouching down with her arms outstretched over you, assuring you that she would catch you if you fell. That neither parent would let any harm come to you. Not if they had a say about it. Lucius’s smile grew as you took one step after the other. Lucius twirled you around in his arms before gently bouncing you up and down, praising you for taking your first steps. “Well done, baby!” he smiled. “Dadda’s so proud of you.” “My Dadda”, you squealed, repeating him. “Yes, baby. Your Dadda.”
And she still means the world to me, just so you know
So be careful when you hold my girl
Time changes everything, life must go on
And I’m not gonna stand in your way
“You take good care of my little girl, Blaise. You hear me?” Lucius demanded as he watched you walk down the stairs and head over to where your date was standing. “Lucius!” Narcissa scolded. “Leave the poor boy alone! Now Y/N, Blaise. Stand together, please. Oh, don’t you two look beautiful”, your mother cooed as she snapped several pictures of you and Blaise together. “Hmm, maybe we should get a few more outside in the gardens”, she mumbled to herself as she lightly pushed the pair of you out with her. “Mum!” you whined. You just wanted to go now. You didn’t want any more pictures. “Entertain your mother for a minute”, Lucius whispered. Taking the camera from his wife, Lucius was ordered to take a few more photos of the happy couple whilst Narcissa directed the teenagers on how to pose. “Blaise, dear? Wrap your arm around Y/N. Like this,” she advised. “Narcissa”, Lucius grumbled under his breath. “Oh hush, Lucius. Just take the pictures. Yes. Perfect. Oh, don’t you two look beautiful”, Narcissa cooed as she waved you two goodbye once your father had captured as many pictures as possible. Enough to fill up at least three photo albums. At least.
But I loved her first, I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
“Cissa”, Lucius whispered as he tried to wake his wife up. “Cissa!” he repeated. “What? Lucius?! What is it?“ Narcissa snapped. She’d just gotten you to nap, and Narcissa was dozing off until Lucius woke her up. “Whatever this is, it better be worth it”, she grumbled as she sat up, rubbing the sleep out from her eyes. Sitting up and stretching her arms, Narcissa yawned before staring at her husband and waiting to hear the reason why he had woken her up in the first place. “What?” she whined. “Lu-” “She smiled”, Lucius grinned. Narcissa so badly wanted to slap that goofy grin off of his face. “What?” she asked in frustration. “She smiled at me!” Lucius repeated. Narcissa just rolled her eyes at her husband, but the smile on her face showed that she was happy. Lying back down, Narcissa sighed in peace as she closed her eyes and heard the sound of Lucius’s laughter fade as she felt sleep take over. “She smiled. She smiled at her Dadda. "Oh, I love you so much, Y/N. More than you will ever truly know.”
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she’d find you someday
“I hate boys!” you cried into your tub of ice cream. You grabbed the squirty cream can and poured it over your ice cream before taking another spoonful. You despised it. You hated being furious, but you were still disturbed. You loathed being used. Most importantly, you hated how stupid you felt. You hated how you didn’t see the signs; instead, you just drove straight through them. They were there. You know that now. Helping himself to some of your ice cream, Lucius hummed in response. Nodding his head, he couldn’t help but feel proud of how his suspicions of this boy were correct. But Lucius hated knowing you were in pain. Lucius would never forgive himself if he let you get hurt a second time. “Boys are icky”, he mused, causing you to chuckle. “Yeah. You’re right, Dad. Boys are icky!” you repeated before taking another spoonful of your ice cream. “I always am”, your father quipped as he booped you on the nose, causing you to smile and laugh even louder. Leave it to Lucius to always make you smile. Even when you were devastatingly upset. However, when you told your father that you were now dating Blaise, Lucius couldn’t help but smile because he knew this boy would do right by you. Blaise was one of the good ones. Blaise was a keeper.
But it’s still hard to give her away
I loved her first
How could that beautiful woman with you
Be the same freckle face kid that I knew
The one that I read all those fairytales to
And tucked into bed all those nights
“And then the princess lived happily ever after”, he finished, closing the book shut. Lucius turned on your nightlight after noticing you were sleeping. Wrapping you up in your duvet covers to ensure you were safe and warm, Lucius kissed you on the head as he exited your room. Making sure you had your cuddly toy nearby to keep you safe, Lucius left your bedroom, wishing you nothing but sweet dreams. Recently, Lucius had been working late. So by the time he arrived home, you would be fast asleep. Or at least you were supposed to be. But when Lucius saw you annoying your mother, insisting that she read you story after story, Lucius decided that he would tell you a story instead. You loved it when your mother read to you, but you preferred your father’s storytelling more. Lucius would go out and do all the funny voices. He was definitely very interactive when it came to storytime. Storytime with your father was one of your fondest childhood memories - hands down.
And I knew the first time I saw you with her
It was only a matter of time
“Hi, I’m Blaise. Do you wanna play with me?” four-year-old Blaise asked you. Smiling up at the boy, you eagerly nodded as you followed him towards the toy box in the corner of the room. Countless hours flew by whilst you and Blaise entertained yourselves with the lego bricks. When your father came home and found you playing with the Zabini’s boy, he wasn’t too keen on the idea of you two being left alone, even if you were only children. “Hi Daddy!” you called out to him, flashing him a smile. “Daddy! This is my friend, Blaise. Blaise, this is my Dad”, you introduced your new friend. Lucius smiled when Blaise extended his hand out for a handshake. When Lucius left the two of you alone, he quickly confided in his wife about this dilemma. “I don’t want them left alone together”, he whispered. “Lucius!” Narcissa scolded, “They’re children. Let them be.” Lucius glanced at the children playing in the other room again as he saw his wife walk away, mumbling under his breath about how he was keeping an eye on them.
I loved her first, I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
It was Father’s day, and you couldn’t wait to see your father’s reaction to your gift. You just knew he would be over the moon about it. Lucius was never one to question his masculinity. So you knew this gift would be perfect. “Well, come on! Don’t just sit there”, you teased. “Open it!” you insisted. Watching Lucius react to the present was a gift itself. “What?! No way!” Lucius smiled as he tore open the gift wrapping. Inside the box sat a matching bracelet, similar to your own. You always loved matching your father. Sometimes even more than your mother. Before Lucius could open his mouth to thank you, you attacked him with the biggest bear hug ever and laughed when he kissed you on the head, letting you know how much he truly loved it. Lucius loved presents. He loved giving them and enjoyed receiving them. But the best gift of all was you; everything else was simply a bonus.
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she’d find you someday
But it’s still hard to give her away
I loved her first
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
Someday you might know what I’m goin’ through
“Now you know how it feels, Blaise, my boy”, Lucius chuckled as he patted his son-in-law on the back. His granddaughter was getting ready for her first big date, on prom night, no less. Blaise was anxious about the whole thing, but the minute his daughter’s date showed up, he swooped into overprotective-daddy mode. It was amusing to see. You simply smiled at your husband’s behaviour before cooing over your daughter’s appearance. She looked as beautiful as ever. It was clear that beauty ran in the family. Narcissa felt very emotional as she saw how grown-up her granddaughter looked and made no effort to hide it. Lucius just smiled as he looked around the room. He was a lucky man.
When a miracle smiles up at you
I loved her first
Now, dancing with his daughter on her wedding day, Lucius couldn’t help but feel so proud. Even though you were starting a brand new chapter of your life, Lucius knew he wouldn’t be left behind. You were not going to let that happen. You loved your father very dearly. You cherished him. “I love you, Dad”, you smiled. “I love you too, Y/N. I always have,” he started, “and always will”, you cheekily smiled, finishing his sentence. Lucius just chuckled before resting his chin on top of your head as the two of you continued your dance. When Blaise walked up to the pair of you, Lucius pulled away to place your hand on top of Blaise’s. “You take good care of my little girl, alright, Blaise?” he warned even though it was clear he was happy for you. “I promise”, Blaise smiled before pulling you closer to him as the pair of you took the dancefloor to have your first dance as husband and wife.
Even though you were now a Zabini, you were still a Malfoy. You would always be Lucius’s little girl until the end of time.
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a diamond tiara is forever
ღ pairing : evelyn malfoy (my oc) x granddaughter!reader
ღ warnings : a brief mention of possible miscarriage, but i promise it has a fluffy ending.
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ღ summary : the family realise that it’s the first time in 3 decades since a baby girl has been born.
Ღ word count : 1.3k+
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“Evelyn, slow down. You’re going to wear out the carpet”, Abraxas grumbled as he tried to read the paper. However, Abraxas would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. Childbirth was definitely not an easy task. “I can’t help it!” Evelyn screeched, throwing her hands up in the air out of frustration. “I’m scared”, she admitted. Hearing his wife’s concerns, Abraxas knew she was scared, and rightfully so. He could sense it from how shaky her breath sounded. Folding the paper, Abraxas stood up and stopped his wife from further pacing by wrapping his arms around her, keeping her glued to the floor. Evelyn could hear how shaky her breathing sounded as she rested her head on his chest. Soothing his wife, Abraxas drew circles on her back to help calm her down. Lucius was already a nervous wreck. There was no need for Evelyn to follow suit. “They’ll be fine”, Abraxas muttered as he rested his chin on his wife’s head, kissing her head softly. “It’s taking too long”, Evelyn complained as she pushed away from her husband. Wringing her hands, Evelyn started to pace again before being stopped by Lucius’s footsteps as he came through the door.
Judging by the smile in his son’s eyes, Abraxas could tell all was well, even if his face wasn’t showing it. Seeing her son’s solemn expression, Evelyn could feel the tears spilling out at the thought of Narcissa having lost her baby. However, when she saw Lucius laugh, Evelyn realised that she had been played like a fool. “Both Narcissa and the baby are fine”, Lucius smiled. Turning around at the sound of her husband’s laughter, Evelyn swatted his arm before pushing back her son as she rushed towards Narcissa, still feeling scared. Rolling his eyes at his wife, Abraxas congratulated his son. “Congratulations, my boy. You’re a father. Now, before your mother has my head, shall we go and meet the newest addition?” Abraxas asked as he followed Lucius to the room where Narcissa was currently sitting, holding her newborn baby.
Sitting there, looking as perfect as ever, was Narcissa. And in her arms was you: the newest member of the Malfoy family. Evelyn had beaten both her son and husband as they found her sitting next to Narcissa on the bed whilst both women cooed at the infant. “Oh, Narcissa,” Evelyn sighed happily. “She has your eyes, my dear.” “She does, doesn’t she?” Narcissa smiled, feeling so happy that her baby looked so like her. “Would you like to hold her, Evelyn?” Narcissa asked. Looking as if she had won the moon, Evelyn eagerly extended her arms out for Narcissa to pass her the baby. Despite not having held a baby in such a long time, it was second nature to the elder Malfoy. “Oh, you are so beautiful”, Evelyn cooed as she admired her granddaughter. Granddaughter. The word felt so foreign, yet so familiar. Heaven knows how badly Evelyn wanted a daughter of her own, but unfortunately, it wasn’t in the cards for her. So when Lucius brought Narcissa home, Evelyn very quickly latched onto the girl after taking a strong liking to her. She didn’t tell anyone, but Evelyn had a feeling that the newest addition was going to be a girl. Call it a mother’s instinct. Or a grandmother’s instinct, in this case.
Noticing her husband’s presence in the doorway, Evelyn smiled at him before looking back at you. She was so entranced by you. She could already tell that the two of you were going to be the best of friends. Evelyn was so excited to become a grandmother. “How are you, my love?” Lucius murmured as he sat on the opposite side of the bed from his wife, relishing the view while seeing his father leaning against the doorway. The view of his wife holding a newborn. It was a comforting sight, especially after Evelyn had Lucius when she was told the possibilities of her having another child were slim. “How are you, Narcissa dear?”, Abraxas asked the new mother. Narcissa just smiled at her father-in-law. “I’m tired. But I’m happy”, she sighed peacefully as she held Lucius’s hand. Nodding in approval to the new parents, Abraxas made his way to where his wife now stood rocking the baby gently. He couldn’t wait to hold his grandson. “Alright, Eve. You’ve had your fun now. Let me hold my grandson”, Abraxas teased.
“Grandson?”, Evelyn smiled, mocking her husband. Abraxas was surprised by his wife’s behaviour as he glanced back and forth between Narcissa and Evelyn before his eyes landed on Lucius’s. Looking at his son, he recognised that mischievous smirk, anywhere. “Wait? Do you mean-”, he started to ask. However, the look on his wife’s face revealed it all. Instead of a grandson, he had been blessed with a granddaughter. “Abraxas, meet your granddaughter”, Evelyn smiled as she gently passed you to your grandfather. Reaching out to hold you, Abraxas couldn’t help but smile. “Well, hello there little one. What a wonderful surprise?”, he teased, causing Evelyn to roll her eyes. She had been going on and on, nonstop about how certain she was that the new baby would be a girl. In fact, she was so certain that she had even gone out and bought a diamond tiara to celebrate the occasion. Girls were a rare breed in the Malfoy lineage. If you were to comb through the family history, you would find that the last girl born into the family was about three decades ago. Your birth was indeed very special. Worth thousands of tiaras.
Smiling at the sight of her husband holding his granddaughter for the first time, Evelyn felt complete. Here she was, praying and hoping that she would somehow have been blessed with a daughter of her own. But now, she was eternally grateful for what she could see right in front of her. Evelyn snuck out of the room as she watched her son and husband quarrel over whose turn it was to hold you next. She reappeared a minute later with a package wrapped in a nice little ribbon in her hands. Handing the box to her daughter-in-law, Narcissa looked at Evelyn with confusion painted all over her face. “Evelyn,” Narcissa tutted. “You shouldn’t have!”, she smiled, looking up at her mother-in-law. “Oh, don’t be silly, dear. This is a very special gift, for a very special little girl”, Evelyn smiled gleefully as she tried to weasel you out of your father’s arms and into her own.
Holding you in her arms, Evelyn passed you back to your mother when you started to cry. “Oh, no Y/N love. Don’t cry, baby”, Evelyn cooed only to start giggling when you stopped crying the minute you were in your mother’s arms. “Y/N?”, Abraxas asked. Looking toward his father for his opinion, Lucius smiled when he heard his daughter’s name. A name fit for a princess. “I like it”, Abraxas hummed before playfully messing up his son’s hair. “Thank you, Father”, Lucius grumbled as he sorted out his hair, before making his way to where all three of his favourite girls were. Lucius scoffed as he examined the box, noting that you were only three hours old and already the proud owner of one of the most gorgeous, beautifully crafted tiaras he had ever seen. Narcissa gasped in shock at how marvellous the design was. “Oh, my Merlin. Evelyn!” Narcissa squealed in excitement causing Evelyn to laugh.
“Good luck trying to beat that one,” Abraxas teased his son. “Oh no, Abraxas darling. This is only from me. Not you,” she teased, causing Abraxas to raise an eyebrow and pout. “Good one, Mother,” Lucius chuckled. As his gaze wandered to the tiara carefully stored in the box, Lucius knew that he would soon be faced with a toddler throwing tantrums about wanting to wear it.
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Narcissa: Yeah, it was an arranged marriage, but…I just feel a connection to Lucius, you know? An inexplicable bond.
Sirius, drinking in the corner: That’s called a familial bond, and it’s because you’re related.
I know, I know. It’s been a while. I haven’t given up on this story though and am happy to share that a new chapter has been posted.
An Innocent Obsession: A pureblood Death Eater. A brilliant young muggle-born witch. An innocent attraction that becomes an obsession. An obsession that will turn the tide of war and change the wizarding world forever.
Lucius Malfoy at the end of Chamber of Secrets
Harry Potter
Harry Pawtter
Ron Weasley
Ron Woofley
Hermione Granger
Howlmione Grrrrranger
Fred & George Weasley
Fang & Gnaw Woofley
Ginny Weasley
Ginny Woofley
Albus Dumbledore
Alpha Dumbledog
Severus Snape
Severuff Snarl
Sirius Black
Sirius Bark
Rubeus Hagrid
Ruffeus Houndrid
Bellatrix Lestrange
Bellatreats Lestray
Peter Pettigrew
Peter Pedigree
Lucius Malfoy
Leashius Muzzlefoy
Draco Malfoy
Draclaw Muzzlefoy
Lord Voldemort
Lord Voldemutt
Severus, trying to have a serious conversation: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are-
Lucius, crying: It’s not a joke! I’m a legit snack!
the battle of hogwarts, except draco malfoy stands up to voldemort in the courtyard scene. (draco x reader) beware: big angst
trigger warning: violence, gore, major character death
‘And now is the time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us.’
A pause. Two words, spat out with venom into the cold morning air.
‘Or die.’
Draco fixes his gaze on the rubble before him as Voldemort’s serpent eyes pan the crowd. His body swims with the exhaustion of sleepless nights, while his mind is forced to stay alert to the danger that he is once again in. He doesn’t want to fight anymore.
‘Draco.’ His father’s rasp breaks the heavy silence. Heads turn to stare accusingly at him, and Draco feels a small flutter of hope that is replaced by a heavy weight in his chest as he realises the head he most longs to see is not there.
What if you’re dead?
He doesn’t want to think about it.
He would never forgive himself.
‘Draco.’ His father, again, this time more desperate. More heads turn to look, none of them yours.
Draco finally dares look up, his sight travelling past the cloaked figure that has haunted him for the past few years and landing on his father. Lucius Malfoy, with his bloodshot eyes, dishevelled robes and straggly blonde hair, is a sad imitation of his former self.
Draco hates him.
He hates Voldemort too, and his stupid movement. He doesn’t want to go.
But he is terrified, afraid of what he knows Voldemort is capable of, afraid of what he has seen in those long grisly days at Malfoy Manor. He sees the green light hitting Professor Snape’s colleague square in the chest and her falling with a sullen thud onto the wood. He sees the snake sliding up the table too, past his trembling hands, and opening its fanged mouth and devouring her whole, blood and bones and guts covering where he used to eat his dinners as a child. He sees his aunt’s blade opening up Hermione Granger’s arm.
When his mother - his mother, who he still loves, even after everything - speaks his name, softly like she had done when he was younger and less scarred, Draco’s resolve disappears. Everything else blurs until all he can see is her platinum blonde head, and he lifts one foot and takes a step onto the rubble in front of him, and then another, until a hand reaches out from behind him and grabs him by the wrist.
And there you are, weak from the night’s fighting, tears staining your cheeks, but with eyes as bright as stars because you are alive, wonderously, gloriously alive.
‘Draco.’
For the third time, someone speaks his name, and Draco takes in the sight of you, who he’s loved since fourth year, who he’s continued to love despite your ending it due to his involvement with Voldemort. Evidently you must still have some feeling left towards him, otherwise you wouldn’t be doing this.
He’d looked for you in the battle, before and after the fire in the Room of Requirement, heart leaping when he caught sight of people who could’ve been you, but weren’t. This went on for the rest of night, and in the heat and terror and waves of dead bodies that were too many to count, Draco had slowly given up hope.
'I thought you were dead.’
'Draco, don’t do this.’
Your hand continues to grip his wrist tightly, nails digging into soft skin. People are staring, and Narcissa Malfoy calls once again for her son, the sharp edge of fear creeping into her tone.
'I don’t want to,’ he chokes.
'Then don’t,’ you whisper. 'You’re better than this.’ You indicate with a shaking hand towards Voldemort and his followers. 'You’re better than him, than them -’
'I’m not.’
'You are. And - and you wanna know why?’
Draco stands still. The only part of him that moves are his grey eyes, stormy with turmoil and guilt. Then he begins to turn his head to look back at his parents. You reach out and place a trembling hand on his cheek, and gently guide his eyes to stare back into yours.
'Because they’ve made their choices,’ you say. 'They chose, some longer ago than others, to hurt people because of who they were. They chose to inflict pain. They chose to ruin lives. They’ve already chosen the path they want to take, and have covered a lot already. Most of them even seem to enjoy it.’
Grey eyes, stormy eyes, eyes beginning to fill with tears -
'I don’t think you would enjoy it.’
'Draco!’ Narcissa and Lucius, together this time.
'My parents,’ he whimpers, sounding like a little boy again.
You keep your hand pressed to his cheek. You can feel his blood pumping under his skin: warm, hot, pureblood, blood which isn’t at all different from anyone else’s.
'This is your choice. Your parents cannot make it for you.’
A grey sky above a grey castle covered in grey rubble, Harry lying dead in Hagrid’s arms -
'They made theirs a long time ago. Don’t suffer for them anymore. God knows you’ve suffered enough.’
You take your palm off his cheek; you’ve said all you can say. Draco is free now.
'Draco.’ A fourth speaker sounds his name in a soft snarl, and this time it is Voldemort himself. He is growing impatient - he is not making a request. It is a command, for Draco to decide. For Draco to choose.
He pulls his eyes away from yours. You don’t know what he is going to do. You have never been able to read him, not really, not even when you look into his soul through grey windows.
’Draco…’
A final warning. A sharp intake of breath from the crowd, and strangled screams are ripped from both Lucius and Narcissa’s throats.
The man turns around, and looks deep into Lord Voldemort’s snake eyes.
Draco Malfoy is shaking with terror, but he somehow manages to keep his voice steady.
'No.’
A gasp from the crowd, an angry hiss from Voldemort, and Lucius Malfoy begins to plead.
'My lord, he is just a boy - he does not understand what he is saying - the gravity of his words -’
Voldemort ignores him. He continues to stare at Draco, who stands his ground despite wanting the earth to give out underneath him. He imagines the flash of green light again, the dull thud, the snake -
’What did you say?’
The Slytherin common room, the thrill of Quidditch matches, Butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks, laughter with you -
’No.’
Narcissa Malfoy speaks, her soft voice brave in the cold air. 'My lord - please.’
Voldemort raises the Elder Wand -
'My lord, please!’
I’m so sorry, mother. I had to do this. I had to do it
You grab Draco’s sweaty hand and quickly lace your fingers with his, because if he is going to die, surely you will too, and you want to go with him. You want to go with the man who made the right choice, if only at the very end.
Voldemort begins to say the spell and you grip Draco’s hand tighter, but just as you’ve prepared to die something in the Dark Lord’s face changes and he whips around.
The bolt of green light hits Narcissa Malfoy square in the chest, and she falls with a sullen thud onto the cold stone floor.
Someone screams. Draco lets go of your hand and runs to his mother, Voldemort’s inhuman laugh echoing in both your ears -
This will hurt him far more than him dying ever could.
You want to run to Draco but your legs have turned to jelly and you can’t breathe. All you can comprehend is the sound of him howling, and you’ve never heard anything like it in your life. You shove your hands over your ears to no avail. Raw, ragged, animal screams of pain sound out in the courtyard of Hogwarts.
Guilt and heartbreak descend upon you, and they’re heavy, so heavy that it hurts. You sink down under the gazes of the onlookers, the vision of three blonde heads, one of them lolling lifelessly on the stone - oh god - blocked from your view. Not even Harry jumping from Hagrid’s arms and the chaos that ensues cause you to rise from your sitting position.
Eventually you feel strong grips under your arms and Neville Longbottom pulls you into the Great Hall, putting the grey courtyard out of your sight.
