@ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm ⭐️ joy, it’s been remarked more than once how fitting your name is, but it’s just so true. you are a beacon of light in this fandom and i always love to see you pop up on my dash. your art never fails to leave me feeling blanketed by warmth and softness and i am head over heels for your draco (he is my ipad wallpaper) and your strings and stars and mice and!!! with this piece, i wanted to try to capture some of my favourite things about your art as an homage to you. have a lovely birthday!!
crow,, i adore you and you are an inspiration—especially when it comes to horror. your fics have truly redefined what i can see for drarry and has made me want to fully embrace all of the horrific, creepy, monstrous, and beautiful that they can be. i wanted to draw something suitably spooky for you! i hope your birthday was amazing!!
@softlystarstruck warm, warm wishes to the cutest, loveliest person i’ve had the pleasure to get to know! bee, you have been a shining star for me in the drarry fandom, you’re always so sweet and your contributions to the gay trans autistic weird draco club agenda make my entire life! i wanted to draw you something soft so here is trans!autistic!drarry ft. harry with pink hair since i adored the call of sweet things. i hope you have a wonderful birthday!
“Most of my Dracos are trans tbh but sometimes I don’t tag it because it is none of your business. Sometimes Draco is stealth and it is none of your business.”
happy birthday rooney! this piece is a gift for you from @wolfpants! you two and draco share the same birthday which is only one of the million reasons you’re both universally adored. i love this fic - and you - very much, and i wanted to give baby trans draco and remus a glimpse into their good good future, as good as the one you’re building for yourself now
Happiest of birthdays to you @academicdisasterfic; I’ve never met a kinder soul than yours. So lucky to be able to call you my friend, my birthday twin
Thank you to the immensely talented @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm for this amazing piece, I had tears in my eyes when I first saw it. I’m always in awe of your amazing talents!!! x
I can’t even describe the emotions I had seeing this - it took a while to sink in and I’m still just staring at it and trying to blink away tears (very unsuccessfully).
I don’t have words for how much either of you mean to me - @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm is the most sweet, soulful, insightful person I’ve ever come across. And I could go on for hours about @wolfpants - but suffice to say they’re one of the best people I’ve ever met, my twin flame and soul friend.
I love you both so much, and this is so perfect, so me, and so special. Thank you ❤️❤️❤️
Ted put his finger to his mouth. “Shh! Scorpius, you don’t want them to catch us, do you?”
Scorpius glared at the older wix and said in a loud whisper, “Swytherins are naturawy steawthy.” He stepped on a particularly noisy floorboard that let out a long c-r-e-a-a-a-a-k.
Ted’s eyes widened in surprise as Scorpius whispered, “Whoops.” Ted put his hand to his mouth to stifle a laugh.
“That wasn’t very Slytherin, was it?”
“Oh, be quiet, Teddy!” Scorpius pouted, as the five-year-old did whenever Ted teased him about the potential of not being a Slytherin like his Maddy.
“Hey, Scor?”
Scorpius ignored Ted, his arms crossed in front of him, his lower lip turned over and chin jutted out in a stubborn expression.
Ted sighed. “I’m sorry I made you upset. You know…you could still be in Gryffindor like Daddy. And Daddy’s really cool, too!”
Scorpius harrumphed.
Ted sighed in frustration at his little brother. They were never going to get downstairs to sneak a peek at the presents. He just HAD to know if he was getting the new Firebolt 360. It was all he’d been thinking about for months, and all he’d written home about the first months of his Fifth Year leading up to Christmas, so he hoped his parents had taken the hint.
But Ted just couldn’t sleep, not knowing. He’d convinced Scorpius to sneak down with him under the pretense that they might catch Father Christmas in the act. Then, if they did get caught, he could use the younger wix as a scapegoat and no one would know how impatient he was. A Malfoy never shows their impatience. Ted snorted at the thought. It was something Grandma Cissy said, but his Maddy was probably the most impatient wix Ted had ever met.
“Come on,” Ted said, getting down to his brother’s level. “You don’t want to miss Father Christmas, do you?”
Scorpius’ face turned sharply back towards Ted. It was as if he’d forgotten all about their mission. “No!”
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…”
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.”
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.
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…
Harry had just finished decorating the cookies for the annual Potter-Malfoy Christmas Party. He admired the stockings and gingerbread men, perfectly frosted with red, green, and white icing…
Harry had to admit, he was getting good at this. Harry conjured some candles and summoned the treacle tart, berry and pumpkin pies from the kitchens and skillfully set the table. The tablescape wouldn’t be up to Draco’s standards, he knew that. But he knew, just like his cookie decorating skills, he was getting a lot better at decorations and table settings.
He felt arms wrap around his middle from behind and sighed contentedly as lips pressed against his cheek. “It’s Dray, today,” the wix whispered in his ear and Harry nodded, his eyes closed in order to better heighten his other senses as he turned to kiss his lover. He teased himself in his imagination, wondering what Dray might look like today— it was the Christmas Party, after all, and he knew Dray loved fancy silk things.
Harry hummed softly, savoring the kiss for a moment longer before pulling away, eyes still closed.
“They?”
“She. And any honorifics you should choose.”
Intrigued, Harry opened his eyes and finally caught sight of Dray. His eyes bulged and he didn’t even attempt to stop the huge grin now spreading across his face. “Like ‘My Absolutely Gorgeous Prince’ who looks fucking radiant in that gown?”
Dray chuckled and stepped back to give a twirl. The scarlet Christmas gown fell straight to the floor and was covered by a brilliant long-sleeved, floor length cloak which trailed a couple of feet behind her in a sweep train which reminded Harry of Dray’s wedding dress. This gown, however, was much more festive: a crimson velvet cloak trimmed in white faux fur. The soft fur trim ran down both edges of the cape to meet in the center of Dray’s chest before separating again to reveal the scarlet gown hugging her hips.
“I—I can’t even, Draco. Dray,” Harry corrected himself and Dray grinned brightly. She looked more delectable than Harry’s cookies.
“You are so beautiful,” Harry complimented her. “Too bad it’s gonna have to come off…”
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