Welcome, Nicky, please grab your stake on your way to your tumblr to play Draco Malfoy here at Pandemons. I think itâs no surprise to you that we adore your Draco: the marriage of convenience that still highlights the importance of family that every âgoodâ Malfoy has, the Vampire Hunting, the fact that heâs still himself after all these years. ..
And, of course, your request for Alexander Skarsgürd --present Fc and Austin Butler--past FC have been accepted.
Nickyâs application is being posted early due to her work on the game to get it up and running, and the relevance of Draco to the larger game plot. While Nicky is not a mod, her assistance made this game possible.
Out of Character Information
Name: Nicky Preferred Pronouns: she/her Age: over thirty O_o Timezone: EST Activity Level: Medium. I co-admin and participate in another roleplay, so depending on what is going on there in conjunction with the regular inconveniences of real life I may not have time to post responses every day, but I have absolutely no concerns that I will struggle to meet and indeed should regularly exceed the minimum requirement. I usually find Draco quite easy to write!
In Character Information
Character's Name: Draco Lucius Malfoy Bloodstatus: pure-blood Birthday: June 5, 1980
Gender and Sexuality: Transgender male, panromantic sex-positive asexual
Gender:Â
Draco was six when he informed his parents that he was going to grow-up to be a wizard like daddy, not a witch like mummy. It took them a little time to be certain that their child really understood and meant what he was saying, but once they were convinced, his parents sprang into action to support their son: Lucius didnât just contact the Daily Prophet to have an adjustment to Dracoâs birth announcement printed, he took out a full-page ad. Narcissa sat her little boy down and poured-over lists of constellations with him to find what his new name would be (not that it took Draco long to select his -- âI can be a dragon? I want that one!â). They threw-away and purchased an entire new wardrobe for him (although it had never been the ribbons to which Draco had objected) and anyone who wasnât quick enough to adjust to Dracoâs new name got a painful hex for their lethargy (including Abraxas, once). It wasnât so much acceptance that Draco got from his parents as adoration -- in all aspects. He was perfect; he could do no wrong.Â
It wasnât until he arrived at Hogwarts that Draco discovered that not everyone saw him through such idealized spectacles -- nor thought gender was as simple and straightforward a thing as the contents of a cauldron. For Draco, gender might as well have been synonymous with genitals, and swallowing a weekly dose of potion was all it took for him to go from girl to boy. The matter was closed...only it wasnât. There were some people who thought the subject had far more nuance than that (one of the few subject on which he didnât need losing a war to improve, at least) and then there were those who thought it had far less; who thought that there was no such thing as change. For the most part, they seemed to have come by those ideas from Muggle sources, which made both them and their words easy to dismiss -- mostly. Even a boy with as much blistering self-confidence (arrogance) as Draco is apt to find adolescence an uncertain, confusing time, and he was no exception; some barbs hurt even when youâre certain you donât care. Having his dueling prowess questioned, his fashion-choices derided, his Quidditch skills discountedâŚall the things that, to Draco, meant masculinity. Not that witches couldnât be great duelists or Quidditch players or fashion-plates, too; but Dracoâs ideas of how to be a man were all modeled on his father. So to excel at âbeing a wizardâ meant, for him, excelling at all the things at which Lucius excelled. (He was also always rather touchy about his name. Heâd picked it himself, after all. It was the best name. His mother had said so!)
These days, Draco is far too used to simply being taken for a wizard to fret; itâs not as though he regularly goes around socializing with backwards-Muggle-thinkers, is it? (Not that all Mudb--Muggle-borns are backwards-thinkers! Some of them have done quite well at getting over their upbringing, and are quite indistinguishable from other wix now! Heâs not bigoted anymore, you know!) He no longer focuses on mimicking his father in order to be a âproperâ wizard -- in part because heâs grown more comfortable with himself as he grew-up, in part because exposure to the world beyond the immediate circle of his parents taught him that thereâs more than one way to be a wizard, in part because an ex-Death Eater has more difficult things with which to grapple...and in part because the pedestal on which Lucius once stood in his sonâs eyes has sagged a bit. Now instead of trying to trace anyone elseâs footsteps, Draco is simply himself -- and learning to live with that was hard because of his choices and his mistakes, not his gender. Having anyone question his masculinity now on the basis that he takes a periodic dose of the Attisgalli Corrective Draught to maintain a physical form that suits his inner self would be less outrageous than baffling.
*NOTE: Draco is likely to express things about gender in outdated terminology because of his unfamiliarity with the Muggle world. However if this would make anyone uncomfortable please let me know (on-anon is fine!) because I will happily compromise a fiddly little bit of world building for the sake of my fellow playersâ comfort!
Sexuality:Â
Perhaps the one area in which Draco actually disappointed his father: heâs just not interested in sex. He doesnât have anything against it; itâs just not something that motivates him, not something he thinks about unless someone else brings it up first. (Sort of like beets. He has no objection to eating them, and sometimes they can be genuinely delicious, but heâs never gone out of his way for a serving of beets.) That disinterest is what killed his relationship with Pansy (well, that and the fact that Draco had no idea they were dating in Pansyâs mind!) because all her offers and innuendos passed right over his head; he tends to take physical affection on face value and flirtation registers to him as simple banter. Lucius âblamesâ himself, lamenting that it was his distraction and absence at a crucial stage of his sonâs development that left Dracoâs âinterests stunted.â Draco doesnât understand the fuss; heâs perfectly happy the way he is and, frankly, given the vast drop in social popularity that the Malfoys faced after the war, itâs probably just as well that his interests are âstuntedâ because his prospects certainly were.
Former Hogwarts House: Slytherin -- sorted nearly the second the hat touched his head because of course he was, he was Draco Lucius Malfoy, last heir to both the Malfoy and Black families, and the scion of two of the purest lines in all of magical Britain and absolutely guaranteed to do great things!
Infection:
( No. Although I think it would be a fun potential plot to have him be infected either temporarily or permanently later! Actually I feel like âtemporary infectionsâ should be a regular effect of his vampire slaying efforts, since heâs likely to be exposed through that! )
Faceclaim:Â Alexander SkarsgĂĽrd--present. Austin Butler--past.
Short HeadCanon Topics (please provide at least one paragraph per topic)
Occupation (title and one paragraph explanation):Â
None...technically. Malfoys donât need jobs, after all, so it should surprise no one that Draco hasnât got one -- and itâs not as though heâs in a position where he can dabble in politics the way his father (and his father, and his father) did, is he? No, Draco has no job, only hobbies...
Or some might say, obsessions. One, actually: vampires. Draco Malfoy is a vampire hunter, possibly the first proper vampire hunter in over a hundred years. There hadnât been a need for any in ages; vampires and wix had learned to co-exist long ago. Vampires had never really been accepted as ordinary people -- but theyâd been fashionably exotic creatures, not scorned like half-giants or distrusted like goblins. The Malfoys in particular had been happy to socialize with (and take the money of) vampires, particularly back in the day; after Voldemortâs firstrise it became less acceptable for pure-blood wix to associate with any groups of non-wix unless they were serving the Dark Lord as well -- and vampires never did. Even as werewolves let themselves be courted and giants agreed to be bought, vampires kept their distance. So the Malfoys drifted away from them...
Until now. Until Astoriaâs infection.
At first, Dracoâs sole focus was in curing her -- and he hasnât abandoned that hope. But as time passed and all his best efforts came to naught, those hopes have dwindled to a sort of cold, shriveled desperation. He still brews-up the occasional draught; still pieces-together scraps of old spells in hopes that something, some day, will save her...but thatâs not his sole focus any longer. For a long time after the war, none of the Malfoys looked beyond the gates of the manor to the world outside -- but Scorpius is out there, now. Heâs attending Hogwarts, moving through the world. Someday heâs going to grow-up and want to find a place for himself beyond the manorâs walls -- and like Lucius before him, Draco is determined to make that world as safe as possible for his child. Unlike Lucius, itâs not the tenuous (and perhaps somewhat exaggerated) threat of Muggles that Draco hopes to stem: itâs vampires, and the ever-increasing rate of infection among the magical world.
For a long time, heâs been fighting this quiet war alone in the dark. Who was he going to turn to for help, after all? Certainly not the Ministry of Magic! If Draco Malfoy walked in their doors talking about the dangers of a group of non-wix, heâd be lucky to just be ushered-away with a lecture on prejudice! No, heâs had to do this by himself -- but maybe not for much longer? Maybe things have finally gotten bad enough for someone else to notice...but will they want Dracoâs help, expert though he has become on the subject? Maybe itâs still better for him to go this alone.
Marital Status/Ships:Â
(tl;dr - Draco loves Astoria but they arenât together like that and fidelity isnât a requirement of their marriage anyway; someone else would have to make the first several dozen moves before he would notice being flirted at, though! READ MORE)
Married to Astoria Greengrass. One might think it would be difficult for a lesbian witch to be married to a panro-ace wizard, but their marriage was never about romance. Yes, Draco very much considers Astoria someone he loves -- but what kind of love? Even he wouldnât be able to answer that question, especially not these days. Astoriaâs current state of vampiric infection makes her...strange. The guilt of not being able to cure her eats away at him too, and affects his every interaction with her. Heâs an expert potioneer; why canât he fix this? Sheâs his wife, why canât he save her? His parents managed to keep each other (more or less) safe throughout two wars and a volatile Dark Lord; how could he be so inferior as to be unable to save his spouse from some stupid infection? An infection over which his mother initially wanted Astoria banished from the home, incidentally -- marking one of the few times when Draco has actually vehemently disagreed with Narcissa Malfoy. (One of the others was when he took the Dark Mark; he hopes that this doesnât turn out like that but sometimes on the worst days, he wonders if his mother was right and keeping Astoria at home is dangerous -- possibly for their son!?) But infected or not, unclean or not, Draco knows he will always love Astoria.
That doesnât mean heâs sleeping with her, though -- or that he wouldnât sleep with someone else. Fidelity was never considered an integral part of a successful marriage in his social circles; indeed, a couple that spends so much time in one anotherâs beds as his parents do is the oddity rather than the norm. (Not that the two of them, especially Lucius, havenât visited a number of other beds in their time, sometimes apart and sometimes together -- but Draco never found it nearly as entertaining as some of his friends back at Hogwarts did to talk about that.) A dalliance or even a love affair -- or a dozen -- on either his part or Astoriaâs wouldnât impact how Draco thinks about his wife or their marriage at all. Why would it? If he wasnât something of a social pariah, he probably would have had a dozen little affairs by now -- but itâs not like he cares enough to miss the lack either (only even thinks about it when his father starts lamenting Dracoâs lack of interesting experiences). Itâs just the sort of thing one expects, thatâs all. Of course, these days Dracoâs a bit preoccupied, and hunting down vampires doesnât leave a lot of time for dalliances...but if that leaves his bed a bit cold, itâs not something heâs ever noticed.Â
MultiParagraph or Multi Point Topics
Family:Â
Nothing matters more to Draco. Growing up, he idolized his parents and thought them perfect; his father was Dracoâs model for idealized wizarding masculinity and Draco was determined to follow in his footsteps in every way. Even now, having been brought (quite painfully) face-to-face with their flaws and failings, he still adores and admires them. Not only did they always dote on him (maybe more than they should have) but during the war they proved over and over that they were each of them willing to die for his sake without hesitation -- something that was more than enough to erase any potential resentment he might have felt at having been forced into such misery by their choices. Yes, these days he knows that there are things they were wrong about -- but he still trusts their judgement in most areas, still values their opinion. Still loves them. They made it through a war together on the strength of that love; in these dark days, he still draws comfort from it.
The most important person in Dracoâs life today isnât his parents, though, or even his wife; itâs Scorpius, his precious son and only child. Growing-up in a house with four doting adults and little in the way of child companions meant that Scorpiusâs childhood was never lonely but also did little to prepare him for peer socialization. He was always precociously clever; these days he qualifies as an unabashed swot and a distinct introvert. While he has the customary Malfoy sharp silver tongue, he substitutes defensive insecurity for swagger and brittle pride for arrogance. His recent appointment to Chaser on his house team has helped him build a few tentative bridges to his housemates, but his closest friends remain fellow Slytherin Albus Potter and Albusâs cousin, Rose Granger-Weasley. They arenât the friends that Draco would have chosen for his son, but he has come to appreciate them deeply for the support and affection they offer Scorpius. (Even if Draco still tries to have as little to do with their families as possible.)Â
Dracoâs affection for his son was always torn in two directions: wanting to give him anything and everything that would make him happy, and wanting to raise Scorpius to be a better person than he ever was himself. The latter did result in more than a few lectures (much more than a few) but that didnât mean Draco wasnât still an indulgent parent and Scorpius did indeed receive just about anything he ever asked for, materially. Draco would give his son everything he wanted, if he could -- but even his best efforts canât cure Scorpiusâs mother.
Scorpius was only four when Astoria was infected; when Astoria changed. Sometimes she still seems like herself (less and less each year, though -- or is that just in Dracoâs head?) and they can all pretend that everything is fine; others...well. Draco has explained to Scorpius many times that the things his mother thinks she sees arenât real. (Probably.) That he shouldnât listen to them, worry about them. And Scorpius says he understands...but Scorpius was four and sheâs his mum. While he doesnât tell his father, he secretly believes every word that comes from his motherâs mouth. He thinks of her less as a Seer and more of a prophet, different from everyone elseâs mother yes -- but special-different, not worse. He doesnât talk about those thoughts to anyone, even Albus and Rose (maybe it would be better if he did; maybe someone could explain things to him better now that heâs older) but instead he nods seriously at all his fatherâs admonishments and his grandparentsâ words of caution...and then goes and listens to his mother anyway.
It probably wonât lead to disaster. His mother would never hurt him, after all -- never tell him anything sheâs seen that might lead him to do something dangerous. Not on purpose, anyway.
Childhood/Hogwarts:Â
(Iâm going to go short on this part because A: Iâve rambled far more than I should have elsewhere and B: we know a lot of this from the books already, so if thereâs any part of this I can get away with truncating to compensate for the rest, itâs this!)
Draco was a bully and a bigot and a brat; thereâs no denying this. He was spoiled absolutely rotten, and it showed. He also genuinely loved his parents, and they loved him back, although perhaps not always in the most healthy of ways (see: aforementioned spoiling). He had a very good childhood, although school wasnât as great as heâd expected -- for one thing, stupid Harry Potter didnât want to be his friend even though he was clearly the coolest person in the whole castle, and for another this horrible Mudblood kept outscoring him in everything. (Potter even managed to out-cheat him at Quidditch every time!) But otherwise, everything was more or less okay -- until the Dark Lord came back, and it all fell apart. Draco went from being a pampered little prince to sobbing in the loo with only a dead girl for company; his two best friends stopped believing in him; Harry Potter nearly killed him; he nearly killed a lot of other people; and then when his favorite teacher finally got appointed headmaster it still didnât make things better. In the end, despite all of Dracoâs efforts he really accomplished nothing. He didnât decide the outcome of the war; all he did was lose a friend and somehow make it out alive with his parents by the skin of their collective teeth, forgotten and ignored by everyone around them. In the end, he came to nothing and had to count himself lucky for it.
Post Hogwarts: (TW: brief mention of self harm, addiction! Also mentions of other characters that may-or-may-not be considered âgame canonâ based on discussion with whomever eventually comes to play said characters!)Â
Draco knows heâs luckier than he deserves, him and his parents. By rights, all three of them should probably be in Azkaban...but they arenât. The trials they faced at the end of the war were long, grueling, and humiliating (crying in front of the entire Wizengamot is not an experience that Draco recommends to anyone) and the worst part was that Draco spent the entire process certain that he was going to Azkaban; he only made the effort of testifying with as much honesty and detail as he did because he hoped that his mother, the only one of them not to take the Dark Mark, might be spared incarceration if both he and his father told all they knew. His parents were doing the same thing, largely in hopes of sparing their son from Azkaban -- but fortunately for the Malfoys, what they knew far outweighed what theyâd actually done...mostly because they hadnât actually accomplished much. (If Luciusâs crimes from the first war had been included, things might have gone differentlyâŚ) Draco failed at just about everything he tried, Lucius had spent most of the war either locked-away or wandless at the Dark Lordâs side, and Narcissa had been âprotectedâ from having to take much action by the combination of her husbandâs shame and her sisterâs enthusiasm. And then, of course, there was Harry Potter -- surprising witness for the defense. There was no love lost between Draco and his very first enemy, but Harry nonetheless spoke-up for the Malfoys: Narcissa had lied to the Dark Lord, Draco had kept quiet when he recognized them, and Harry had seen through Voldemortâs own eyes that they had not been willing servants -- not by the end, anyway. Somehow, all of that had been enough to spare themâŚ
At least from prison. Public opinion was another matter, so the Malfoys murmured their gratitude, paid their fines, and slunk away behind the walls of their mournful manor, all three of them -- and the house -- much reduced in pride and splendor. Draco spent the next few years wallowing in guilt and nightmares, repeatedly failing to carve the Dark Mark out of his arm, and worrying his parents. Highlights include: a short but bitter confrontation with Gregory Goyle at Vincent Crabbeâs tombstone (not that there was a body to bury, but tradition had to be maintained), a bewildering letter from Pansy regretfully breaking-up with him for the sake of her own future chances (had they been dating?), and a lengthy addiction to Dreamless Sleep Potion (he hadnât even known you could get addicted to Dreamless Sleep, let alone that repeated doses made it toxic! At least he learned something interesting about potions in the processâŚ). The last thing anyone expected was a wedding to brighten things up, but then again people -- Draco included -- had always underestimated Astoria Greengrass.
Draco, in fact, barely knew who she was -- just the little sister of one of Pansyâs friends whom he knew dimly from school. She certainly made an impression, though, going from introduction to proposal in less than five minutes. It wasnât romance she was pitching, of course, but a more traditional sort of marriage -- an arrangement of convenience. Draco needed an heir to the family line, she wanted the comforts of wealth and the resources to pursue her interests somewhere no one would bother her (and with access to the right kind of supplies and resources, so she could avoid repeating her Aunt Pandoraâs unfortunate fate). The Malfoys needed a dose of respectability, and the Greengrasses were solid middle class pure-bloods who had never been accused of more than peripheral brushes with the Dark Arts. They both stood to gain -- and outliers like Dracoâs parents notwithstanding, wasnât that what all successful marriages were really based on? Certainly in the world in which Draco had been socialized, they were; his parents had always been viewed with bemused confusion for how deeply besotted they were with one another. Marrying Astoria wasnât an act of passion or romance -- but it made sense. What didnât make sense to Draco was how easy it was to fall into friendship with the stubborn witch -- but he wasnât going to complain.
He was happy, which wasnât something heâd ever expected to feel again after the age of sixteen. And they had a son. Scorpius was the best thing that ever happened to Draco, far better than he deserved -- but he wasnât going to complain about that, either. One of the many painful lessons heâd learned over the course of his lifetime of mistakes was how to be happy with what he had, and he couldnât imagine anything better than Scorpius anyway. It wasnât the sort of âperfect lifeâ heâd anticipated when he was young and foolish -- but it was good.
Until it wasnât. When Astoriaâs magical tinkering left her infected with vampirism ten years ago, the happy illusion of a happily-ever-after fell apart. Draco dove into research, trying to brew a cure -- but nothing worked. He dug deeper, delving into all the familyâs information on their pre-Voldemort vampiric connections and then branching-out, calling in the few family favors people were still willing to (or too scared not to) repay and exploring every shabby shop that dealt with the Dark Arts that he could find. He didnât discover a cure; he did discover that Astoria wasnât the only recent case of vampiric infection.
Current:Â
Draco Malfoy never set out to save anyone but his own family. Unfortunately for Dracoâs selfish nature, one of the things heâs learned over the last ten years is that the only way to save Astoria may involve sticking his neck out for other people, too. (Or maybe thatâs just the excuse he gives himself. Maybe his pursuit of the vampires who are infecting his world, his home, is more about vengeance than salvation at this point.) That dosenât mean itâs something that comes naturally to him, or something he likes.
Case in point: he hasnât bothered to try and convince the wider Wizarding World that they ought to be worried, proactive -- because frankly if he did, who would listen? No, better to keep it to himself because that way at least no one is trying to stop him. Not that such a quest can be a solitary pursuit: one needs resources, information, occasionally even âalliesâ of a sort (mostly the sort that can be bought with money and favors, not loyalty). Fortunately Draco still has money and the one thing the Malfoy name can still buy aside from gold is favors and connections with those who walk the edges of the Dark Arts (and lower). Not that most of those favors or connections are as open-armed as they once were (turning your back on a Dark Lord and helping to testify against all your old friends so they go to prison while you go free doesnât do much to endear oneself to anyone) but Draco doesnât really care if people are grudging or reluctant or downright insulting so long as they do or give him what he needs. This mission isnât about saving his reputation or restoring the family name; those wistful daydreams evaporated ten years ago. Now he doesnât even waste time on the hope that Scorpius may be able to redeem their name enough to make a future for himself that isnât overshadowed by the familyâs past; these days, just keeping things from falling apart further is all he can ask.
Of course, heâs doing more than just sitting at home trying to hold his family together. Yes, he spends as much as he can with them -- his son, especially, although that happens less these days now that Scorpius is off at school for months at a time -- but heâs got his mission, too, which can keep him out of the house for days at a time (especially now that Scorpius is at Hogwarts, although with his parents living in the other wing of the manor even when Scorpius was young and Astoria was having a particularly bad day he didnât have to worry about leaving them alone). Thereâs nowhere Draco wonât go in his pursuit both of the horrible creatures that are spreading this infection and the knowledge he seeks to cure it -- although itâs certainly easier to get around Knockturn Alley than the halls of the Ministry of Magic, for a Malfoy! He hesitates to involve his son, but on rare occasion he may even ask Scorpius to check something for him in the Hogwarts library, but doing so leaves him sickened at the thought that someone might see and wonder why so he ignores that resource perhaps more often than he should. Thereâs nothing else he wonât do in his quest, however...even knowing that he ought to be more prudent. It would be awful if the Department of Magical Law Enforcement were to turn suspicious eyes on him, after all -- but he canât just do nothing, can he?
And maybe, deep down, thereâs part of him who still thinks he can get away with it. After all, no matter how repentant he is -- how much heâs changed, how much the way the world views him has changed -- he is still, at heart, Draco Malfoy.
Plots:
#1. The Potters and the Weasleys -- and everyone else whom Draco called âenemyâ (or âblood-traitorâ or âfilthy mudbloodâ etc) for his entire childhood. Where do they stand now? What happens when they have to work together? When they have to take his word for the things he knows, the expertise heâs accumulated? When heâs the one who knows how to save somebody, not them? When heâs the one fighting the âforces of darknessâ while they sat back in ignorant safety as the world quietly shattered around them? Will they be practical about it, will they trust him? Will they be gracious or stubborn, convinced that there are some Marks that canât be washed away? Will he be an ass? (Almost definitely -- but to what level?)Â Thereâs likely been very little interaction between Draco and most of these people over the last twenty years -- but does that mean the mental scars have softened? How much infected blood does it take to clear away all the blood under the bridge thatâs flowed between all of them? Iâm looking forward to Draco having to face all the people heâs been avoiding -- and for them to have to (or refuse to) face the fact that this time, he might be on the right side...or is he? In a world where vampirism is becoming more and more common, at what point does a vampire hunter stop being a protector and start becoming the monster? Is Draco once again going to find himself -- this time with the best of intentions -- labeled the bad guy?
#2. Luna Lovegood. Sheâs more than just âanother member of the D.A.â to Draco; sheâs the girl who was locked-up in the cellar of his home for months, the girl he was forced more than once to torture. He never thought much about Loony Lovegood before then (she was easy to make fun of, sure, and heâd do so if the opportunity walked in front of him, but she wasnât someone he was interested enough in to go out of his way to bully her -- he had better targets for that!) but sheâs featured regularly in his guilty nightmares ever since. The fact that he later married her cousin just made things more convoluted -- although thankfully the Greengrasses and the Lovegoods had never really had anything to do with one another⌠Basically: I would love to explore some kind of dynamic with Draco and Luna! Has he been successfully avoiding her since 1998? Did Astoria invite her estranged family to the wedding? Do they run into each other in the shops sometimes -- Draco trying to turn invisible, Luna waving politely? Maybe he tried to apologize once and Luna made him squirm by shrugging it off -- oh well itâs not like you wanted to do it, is it? I could tell that quite well, youâre not a very good liar are you? Anyway, why would I blame you for what Voldemort made you do to me? That doesnât seem sensible at all...why are you making that face? Have you swallowed a wrackspurt? -- and now every time he sees her, he tries to run the other way out of fears that sheâll be nice. Or maybe sheâs not nice. Luna doesnât seem the grudge-holding sort...but if anything were going to teach her how, surely the Cruciatus Curse would do it! Maybe she doesnât wave; maybe she scowls until he slithers away, cringing in impotent repentance. Maybe he even tried investing in The Quibbler -- paying to restore the damage the Death Eaters and Hermione had done to the printing press and her fatherâs home -- as recompense, and Luna threw the money back in his face...or maybe he now, quite unintentionally, owns a âshareâ of The Quibbler. Something that Pansy and Blaise would probably never stop laughing about if they knew⌠I donât know, there are so many options for what direction to take things with the two of them! Iâd love to explore ANY.
#3: Infection. This oneâs more just for âmeâ but I love the idea of still-rather-bigoted Draco Malfoy having to cope not just with the fact that his wife has been infected with vampirism (something he mostly did with a lot of denial and cognitive dissonance tbh) but himself, too. In his âcareerâ as a vampire hunter, he must have encountered a few instances of contamination -- nothing permanent, nothing where the blood went both ways -- but temporary infections? Oh, certainly! I expect the first time absolutely tore him to shreds, emotionally. Heâs Draco Malfoy. Heâs the purest of the pure. How could he be infected? Inconceivable, insupportable! Heâd never recover, never be the same -- only he did recover. And then what choice did he have but to keep going? Each time, I think heâs more sickened by the facts than he is by the symptoms themselves; by the fact that heâs been tainted by something impure. And each time he picks himself back up after and keeps going -- but eventually the toll is going to tell. (Either that, or heâll have to come to terms with the fact that all blood-purity is nonsense, not just the idea that Muggle-borns have âlesserâ magic.) Whether this breaks him down or builds him up better, Iâm interested to explore this painful process of involuntary self-discovery!
Other:
Attisgalli Corrective Draught -- a gender reassignment potion designed for use by the entire Potterverse fandom. Offered here both as extra detail on what potion Draco takes, and for anyone else who might want to make use of it either as-is or as inspiration for their own creations!
+Fashion Headcanon: The featureless black school robes and ubiquitous pointed hats were a blessing to Draco, although he didnât realize it at first; heâd grown-up used to his fatherâs flamboyant style of dress, and the dullness of the Hogwarts student body was wearying...until he started to realize that there were some wix who didnât think it suitable for a wizard to dress like that. His father didnât, wouldnât have, cared; Draco found it a more troubling perspective. (Of course broad-shouldered, boisterous, assigned-male-at-birth Luciusâs masculinity had never been doubted by anyone; even those who despised him or dismissed him as a vain and foppish fool never thought he wasnât a wizard.) The plain black robes were easier...safer. They didnât require any thought; didnât have room for any self-expression that might make a statement. On the one hand, Draco wanted to swagger into a room like his father would have, peacock feathers trailing from his shoulders and glittering gemstones in his hair, grinning in arrogant superiority...but on the other, he didnât want to be teased for being too girly. (Not after discovering that that was a thing some people said about things.) His fourth year at school was the hardest: starting your very first day of classes by being turned into a ferret and humiliated in front of half the student body would have shaken anyoneâs confidence. The fact that things were unsettled at home didnât help; his father was more distracted than Draco had ever seen him before, and mother was little better, both of them fretting over the impending return of the Dark Lord and trying (and succeeding, then) to keep their son from thinking that would be anything but a good thing. Maybe if Draco had been more open with his parents about his emotional struggles...but he was at a stage of trying to seem grown-up. To prove they didnât need to baby him anymore. (To prove that he was ready to help the Dark Lord, too.) So he kept quiet...and had them send him a different, plainer set of dress robes for the Yule Ball instead of the flamboyant, Lucius-approved concoction of dripping blue silk and pearl beading that heâd meant to wear initially. Draco felt safer in the plain (but impeccable!) black -- a feeling that never went away. Even today he prefers understated elegance, dark colors that donât draw the eye; prefers clothing that is protective in its coverage -- high collars and tall boots (the sole concession he makes to modern fashions is to allow the skirts of his robes to sometimes lift enough to show calves and even knees, albeit always suitably clad in hose or tights or trousers; heâs not a barbarian) and of course: long sleeves. No one outside the family has seen past Dracoâs wrists in over twenty years and, if Draco has his way, no one ever will.













