I've been on a harry potter kick... as y'all may have seen >>' HPMA has lit that fire again.. plus stress of work making writing hard so I've felt guilty looking at dpxdc content right now.
ANYWHOO I has a funny idea.
It is drarry.
Harry and Draco have an established relationship already. (Non epilogue compliant.)
Draco at home enjoying his book, already upset as time has come for Harry to disappear for months on in as he is now the DADA professor. Its still summer but Harry is doing some work before school to give muggleborn kids their letters and explain the magical world.
So imagine Draco's utter shock when Harry comes home with a kid.
"First day on the job and you kidnapped a child?!"
"I did not kidnap a child."
two more pop out from behind the oldest one. "Three of them?! THREE OF THEM? POTTER!"
(Harry becomes potter whenever Draco stressing out/mad)
So Harry ended up walking in on an abusive household and may have let his temper flare. Inflated the parent and took the kids with him. To protect them... only to realize immediately how much he fucked up.
Draco stressing out because of what could happen. Harry lost what to do but doesn't want to let the kids go back to that kind of home.
Draco ends up shoving Harry into the fireplace and forcing him to floo over to Hermione to hurry up and fix this with the ministry before it spreads into a bigger problem.
Then Draco takes himself and the children to Molly to help keep the authorities away until Harry can get things settled, and to help learn how to take care of three children.. Stressing out because he never had to care for someone other then himself and lately harry.
Imagine one is a toddler, the middle child is a girl who thinks all these witches and wizards are going to save them. (Which they are trying but its a lot harder then waving a wand) And then the eldest who has serious trust issues and trying to get their siblings and leave before they're forced into worse situation.
The oldest claiming constantly that they can take care of his siblings. They don't need adult help, which Draco makes perfect come backs for.
Anyway I think it'd be a cute and kind of funny situation though stressful. Because I imagine Draco is worried. If they were all magical then there wouldn't be a problem.
But they only know one is. And so muggle authorities have to be involved too. Draco also doesn't want to get attach to the kids despite already carrying the toddler on his hip and baking biscuits with the girl before he even known them for 24 hrs.
He knows that only Harry has a chance to gain custody. (and is 100% certain that is his goal, damn his savior complex) He's not even sure he would be allowed to be near them again after all said in done, just because of the stupid mark on his arm.
Oh he prays Potter hurry up and mirror him. He hates not knowing. And the kids desperately needed some light in their life.
Thank goodness for the Molly or Draco feels like he be drowning.
Also imagine Draco hitting Harry with a wash cloth repeatedly, when he talking about the absurd situation Harry got them in. (like just a funny gag.. using it to shoo him into action)
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It had been a complete shit day. Everything that could have gone wrong at the office had, Harry’d had to write up a junior auror for misconduct, their suspect had gotten out on a technicality, and he’d spilled his coffee on his favorite pair of shoes.
Fortunately, tonight was date night with Draco and Harry was very much looking forward to that.
It was new, this thing between them. Draco was recently divorced and Harry recently realized that he worked way too much and his life was passing him by. It had been happenstance that he’d run into Draco while he was working on a case and needed his help.
He was really enjoying getting to know Draco. He enjoyed his sharp wit, his sense of humor, the way he didn’t take himself too seriously. To be honest, Draco was also definitely easy on the eyes, he'd really grown into all of his points and edges.
And, as it just so happened, Harry had a date with him this evening. Scorpius was going to be at his mum's and so Harry was meeting him at his house for dinner and a movie. After the day he'd had it was just what he needed.
Harry stepped through the floo and immediately almost fell flat on his face. Right in front of the fireplace was a blanket fort.
Draco's head popped out of the entrance looking adorably rumpled, hair askew, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. "Harry," he said in surprise.
"Err," he managed.
Before another little head popped out, the spitting image of Draco when he was young, "Harry!" he exclaimed.
"Hey, Scorp," he said, squatting down to ruffle the four-year-old's hair. "How are you?"
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"What are you doing here?" he asked excitedly.
He looked up at Draco, wondering if he'd gotten something wrong.
Harry watched the look of dawning comprehension on Draco's face. "Sh-" he started before changing course, "Sugar, I'm so sorry," Draco said, "Tor has to work late at the hospital and I forgot to owl you."
"Oh," Harry said. "That's okay," he said, heart sinking, "don't-"
"We're having tacos for dinner!" Scorpius interrupted.
Harry looked down at him, "Yeah?"
He nodded, "You can have them, too."
"He doesn't want to stay for Taco Tuesday-" Draco said.
"I'd love to stay for Taco Tuesday," he interrupted.
Draco glanced at Scorpius and back at Harry, "You don't have to," he offered.
"I'd like to," he replied. "If you wanted?"
He nodded shyly.
"Great," Harry said as Scorpius cheered. He couldn't help but think that tonight was going to be better than he'd anticipated.
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They'd had a great night. It had been easy to play and eat with Draco and Scorp and Harry had loved watching Draco interact with his son.
They were playing in the fort when the door opened and Astoria came through. "Scorpius," she called and he immediately went running, throwing himself into her arms and leaving Harry and Draco in the fort.
"Hey," she said when she entered the room, squeezing Scorpius in a tight hug, "Thanks for keeping him, we were slammed at-" she broke off when she caught sight of Harry in the fort. "Oh hello," she said, grinning brightly at him. "What a delightful surprise.
"Hi," Harry replied, uncertainly. He knew that their divorce had been amicable, their marriage a simple necessity in Pureblood culture that they'd both sworn would end with them. Still, he never quite knew how to interact with her.
She looked over at Draco, "We'll head out," she said. "Thanks again."
"Anytime," he said easily.
Astoria set Scorpius down, "go give your dad a kiss before we go."
Scorpius crawled back into the fort to hug and kiss Draco, then surprised Harry by giving him a hug too.
It was only a few minutes before the house was quiet, except the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. The two of them stayed cocooned in the blanket fort, enjoying the hazy, warm comfort of the space.
"Hey," Draco whispered, rolling onto his side to face Harry.
Harry rolled too, "Hey."
"I'm sorry about tonight," Draco said, "I-"
"Your child always comes first," Harry interrupted, brushing a hair out of Draco's face and tucking it behind his ear. "I'm a grown man, I'll never be as important as Scorp is."
Draco breathed a slow sigh, "I really like you," he said.
"That's fortunate," Harry said, sliding a little closer, "Because I just so happen to really like you to."
The other man hummed and leaned in to brush a kiss over the corner of his mouth, "Good." He leaned back and pillowed his head on his hands, "How was your day?"
Harry smiled at him, "Better now."
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Written for the @hdcandyheartsfest February 3: Blanket Fort
Four out of five dentists would recommend against reading this piece (1.7k). Think of your teeth!
“Uncle Harry, did you know Uncle Draco is a weredragon?”
“A what now?” he frowned, tucking the duvet under Teddy’s chin.
“A weredragon. Like how dad was a werewolf, but with a dragon.”
Harry huffed a small chuckle. “I’m pretty sure he isn’t, Ted.” To be fair, considering all the things he’d learned about him since Malfoy adopted Teddy, Harry wouldn’t be too surprised if he actually turned out to be a weredragon. It won’t even be the most shocking discovery.
“No, he is. All the best people are were-something, he said. So he’s a weredragon.”
Harry resisted the temptation to ask if he was a were-something, too. “All right then, menace, go to sleep. You can tell me on Sunday if you’d seen him turn.” He shook his head through all the begging, bargaining and trickery, until Teddy finally relented and closed his eyes. Harry chewed on his grin, pressed a kiss to Teddy’s forehead, murmured in his ear and left, silently closing the door behind him.
And then heading out with his usual gracefulness – accidentally knocking into the dresser with a big yelp, stepping over every creaking floorboard, smacking against the door because he wasn’t really looking ahead, he was looking for – ah. Malfoy heard him, it would seem. Standing at the kitchen doorway, leaning against it like some sort of model in a Muggle magazine, rolling his eyes. Harry noticed he was holding his breath.
“Care to join me for a drink, Potter?”
He didn’t know why he was nervous. This happened every night.
The thing is, Harry loved Teddy so much. So, so much, he even considered adopting him himself after Andromeda and all. But Harry’s stupid job was too stupid to allow it, and Malfoy was technically ‘family’. And so Harry came by every day – well, night, stupid job and all – to see how Teddy was doing. And then, every night, he’d run into Malfoy, who had no choice but to invite him for a drink. It would be wine, sometimes, or flavored butterbeer, or – and only once – straight up Ogden’s whisky. But mostly it’d be hot chocolate, which apparently was something Malfoy enjoyed, and something Harry seemed to find quite irresistible.
Of all the new things he’d learned about Malfoy, this was perhaps one of the most surprising. He made the best hot chocolate. It was the perfect temperature, the perfect sweetness, the perfect texture. Perfection in a cup. Harry followed him into the kitchen, sat in his favorite chair (somewhat dangerously with the way Malfoy’s books were stacked so high behind his back), and turned his gaze to the fridge. Teddy’s newest masterpiece was magicked to the door, and even squinting Harry couldn’t tell what it was meant to be.
“A wolf,” Malfoy muttered as he laid a cup of hot cocoa before Harry. “Your godson is very talented, you know.”
Harry hummed into his cup, probably smearing his nose full of whipped cream. “Bet you I could draw a better one.”
He waited. Some nights Malfoy wasn’t in the mood. He’d be tired, or closed off, and they’d just sit there in silence and stare. Some nights he was restless, far too giddy to stay still, and they’d go for a walk in the forest. But tonight –
Tonight Malfoy was game. He scoffed and summoned two quills and some parchment. “Let’s see – five minutes, best drawing wins?”
Harry grinned privately to himself. There must have been something in that hot chocolate, because he couldn’t stop thinking about how he just loved spending nights at Wiltshire.
*
“Uncle Harry,” Teddy asked one Sunday, sliding into his wellies. “Did you know that Uncle Draco had a pet a stag?”
“What?” Harry was busy arranging a beanie on his orange hair with his tongue between his teeth. “A pet stag?”
“Yeah, when he was a kid. I asked him why he likes them so much, and he told me. His name was Arold and he was very stupid, Uncle Draco said.”
“Arold?” Harry laughed, tilting his head. “Ted, you know Uncle Draco is messing with you, yeah? He never had a pet stag. You can’t have stags as pets.” Malfoy had peacocks, which he hated, and the eagle owl, which he loved, and that was that. No stags. Harry knew that. He picked up every single piece of information about Malfoy slowly, carefully, and catalogued it all in his head. Malfoy was afraid of hippogriffs (still) and very enthusiastic about nifflers. He wanted a kneazle really badly as a kid, but his mother was allergic to the fur. Harry knew these things, now. He even had this insane idea to get a kneazle for him and Teddy, a fantasy he liked to entertain from time to time. Teddy’s words brought him back to reality with his cheeks oddly flushed and his ears ringing.
“That’s what he said.”
Harry wondered why Teddy thought Malfoy liked stags to begin with, but he’d already ran outside and jumped into the nearest puddle, so the question had to wait.
Malfoy was in the kitchen when they returned, and Harry plopped down next to a steaming mug of hot cocoa. The clutter all around practically screamed we actually live here, and Harry felt the warmth of it in his bones. His eyes kept zooming from Malfoy, to Teddy, happily blabbering about the squirrel they’d seen on their walk, and something in him thrummed. We actually live here. The flavor of want was sweet and sadly familiar.
*
“Uncle Harry,” Teddy asked one night in November, a tired little bundle of curiosity that ached in Harry’s chest with affection, “What’s emveeos?”
“Huh?” Harry stopped at the doorway, eyebrows drawn.
“Emveeos. Like if I was emveeos of someone.” Teddy gave him an exasperated little look, a come on you should know this one when Harry simply shook his head. “Uncle Draco said he’s emveeos of me.”
“What? When?” Harry’s heart did a funny little leap. He still didn’t really understand the question, but apparently the mere mention of ‘Uncle Draco’ was enough to ignite this heat inside him.
“Because you always kiss me good night.”
Harry could only shrug, but the heat intensified into something near intolerable. “I dunno, Ted. Best to ask him tomorrow, yeah? You know Uncle Draco is better at these things.” Better at most things, really. Cooking, drawing, writing, teaching. He was just good at everything. Even dancing – Harry had seen photographs of a very sulky boy beautifully performing the tango, no joke. And he could make the best hot chocolate. And –
“Okay. Good night, Uncle Harry.”
“Good night, Menace. I love you.” Harry made sure to tell him that every night, even if Teddy was already asleep. It was good for him too, he thought, to get the practice.
That night there were mini marshmallows in the mug. Harry couldn’t help it anymore; he was so enamored with the – drink – it felt a little like an explosive device in his chest. He found a way to distract Malfoy for a couple of seconds while he covertly drew a vial of the cocoa, stashing it in his pocket. There had to be something wrong with it, a potion or something. There had to, or Harry was losing his mind. He’d lost enough things for a lifetime, he thought.
*
“No, Uncle Harry! Cookies first.”
It was the week before Christmas, and Malfoy was out on a last minute gift shopping trip. Harry and Teddy were in the kitchen together, in charge of lunch, though Teddy was more interested in sampling the Christmas cookies Malfoy had made. To distract him Harry suggested they try to prepare Malfoy’s cocoa – well, also so he’d have something hot to drink when he comes back, because Malfoy always suffered from the cold.
“Oh, Uncle Draco doesn’t like hot chocolate,” Teddy shook his head.
“But,” Harry didn’t know what to do with this information, which stood in stark contrast with everything he knew in this life. “He drinks it all the time with me.”
“No, no, he says it’s too sweet. He never drinks it.”
Harry felt utterly lost. The knowledge he’d collected of Malfoy was the foundation with which he was trying to build this – it was what he stupidly thought he could use to make a home. Hell, he’s been practicing – getting ready for – and all this time, Malfoy was lying?
When Malfoy returned Harry pretty much threw himself at him, boxing Malfoy at the door with all his shopping bags.
“You don’t like hot chocolate,” he said accusingly, and Malfoy’s eyes went big.
“What?”
“You don’t. And you told Ted you had a pet stag and that you’ve embossed him or something like that. But you don’t like hot chocolate.”
“I – “ Harry’s never seen Malfoy so flushed in his life, and was furious with how adorable that was. “All right. I don’t.”
“But you make it almost every night,” Harry contested. He felt a little woozy.
“Yes.” When Harry gave an odd grunt, he closed his eyes. “You like it.”
“So?”
“So…” Malfoy’s shrug was so painfully sad. “I thought you’d… come here if you…”
Harry didn’t wait for the sentence to finally come to a stop, it was taking forever. “So you just lied?”
“No!” two grey eyes opened, sort of panicked. “I just – I’ve been trying, all right? all this time, to learn to… to get to know you. All these things about you, and then I saw how much you liked it when I made hot cocoa for Teddy and – I just. Want you to. Have. Things that you like.”
Harry couldn’t feel his tongue. His head was spinning. He didn’t know what to do about this, didn’t know what to think, didn’t know – he just didn’t know. Sadness was familiar, and losing, and being lied to, but – but this –
“Kiss him, Uncle Harry!” a little voice carried from behind him, and startled he caught a glimpse of blue hair. Hell. A quarter of his age, and Teddy was at least twice as clever. Harry leaned forward and did the only thing that made sense, and the kiss was solid enough to build on. Malfoy’s lips were the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. Hot chocolate, no matter how good, could never compare.
Wow, I really ran away with this one... Today was day 6 of my Seven Sins of Drarry one-shot collection, and was all about - Teddy almost had it: envy! Hope you’re ready to be good, because there’s only one sin left!
Day 1: wrath | Day 2: lust | Day 3: sloth | Day 4: greed | Day 5: gluttony | Day 7: pride
okay but imagine draco with a baby girl, holding her on his hip and dancing while holding her hand like they were ballroom dancing and just singing along to my girl by the temptations
Got a prompt from a lovely anon (and sort of failed it) but it somehow fit in with the recent @drarrymicrofic prompt, sleepy. Here’s 400 words with CW: implied mpreg, or - something.
“No.”
“I just –“
“No.”
“But – “
“I swear to all the gods, Harry. If you come an inch closer, I will throttle you.”
His husband looked so tired, it ached somewhere in Harry’s gut, but – “I’m just trying to get to the cupboard, you twat.”
“Oh.” There were black bags under Draco’s eyes, and Harry knew he probably looks about the same. Scorp’s belly has been acting up all week, so. Not much sleep. Not much of anything, really.
“Tea?”
“Like you even have to ask.”
They crumbled either side of the kitchen table, each holding a cup like a lifeline. The only sounds in the room came from the baby monitor spell. Scorpius was finally, miraculously, asleep.
“Ron said he might come over later.”
Draco’s thin lips became impossibly even thinner. “Like hell he is.”
“He’s brining Hermione.”
“Oh.” Draco’s eyes closed, perhaps on their own. “All right then, I suppose. But you’re changing diapers all week if your dimwit of a pal wakes him.”
“You’re optimistic if you think he’s still going to be down by then.”
“You know me, just your regular ray of sunshine,” Draco brooded into his drink. Harry loved him even harder.
The kitchen looked lovely in the soft morning light, all warm and cozy and homey, like he always dreamed of having. He didn’t really care at the moment, though. He was too busy grinning at the tired face in front of him. “You look like absolute shite.”
“Thanks ever so much. I love feeding our son too.”
Something bubbled on his lips, and his frazzled mind took a moment to translate it into laughter. “You really are my sunshine.”
“You’re a prat.”
Either his chest was continuously shrinking, or his love was somehow growing, which felt impossible. On the other side of the table Draco yawned, huge into his mug. “I think I’m going to –“
“Yes.” Harry resisted the temptation to grab his free hand. “Yes, you should.”
“If he wakes up –“
“I’ll kill everyone in the vicinity, then you, then me.”
“Perfect.” Draco looked concerned for a moment.
“I’ll give him the bottle you’ve shown me three times already last night. It’s all good, honey. Go to sleep.”
“I – yes.” But he was too busy melting on the table instead.
“Do you need a hand getting up?”
“Come near me and you’re a dead man.”
“All right.” He waited a minute. “So there’s no chance for – “
“No.”
“But –“
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I’m going to –“
“Harry?” Draco looked up with the sweetest smile. “My love. My darling. Light of my life. No.”
His chest was definitely getting too small, but he wasn’t particularly worried.
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