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talesofadragon · 10 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

Summary: In the aftermath of the war, Draco is caged in an unrelenting spiral of distaste and distrust. The pervasive tendrils of hatred threaten to incinerate every aspect of his existence, edging ever closer to Y/N. A breakup seemed like the wisest choice. But a few bottles of Firewhiskey later, Draco is faced with something more daunting than his mind’s distorted illusions—a glimpse into his future.

Warnings: Allusions to sex

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Genre: Angst | Fluff

Word count: 4K

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𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐤, the weight of guilt would have long since dissipated, evaporating into the vast expanse of time.

But tattoos, Draco had come to learn, lived on a polarizing spectrum—either itched by hope’s gentle caresses or marred by despair’s morbid claws. He liked to call them insignias because he knew that, either way, those brands never faded away. And even if, by Merlin’s stupendous power, their ink were to vanish, the tales behind them would eternally reverberate through the most somber corridors of time.

The choices made and the sacrifices offered in their creation were intricately woven into the curvatures of each tattoo, amplifying the weight of these indelible brands.

“Mate, I have never seen anyone treat Ogden’s Old Firewhiskey so foully.”

Draco’s silver eyes were unyielding in their pursuit of the black snake that slithered into his pale skin. He refused to look away, not when he heard Theodore Nott’s voice and not when he reached out blindly for the silver goblet, determined to drown the lingering traces of Firewhiskey within it.

As the scorching pace of the liquid coursed through his veins, his heart constricted, and his eyes stung. Yet, he paid no heed to the discomfort, having endured far greater pains in the past.

“Maybe if you weren’t a lightweight then you would have known that the whole Slytherin House and half of the Gryffindors treat it with indignation,” Draco retorted.

Theodore's arms crossed tightly over his chest, his gaze narrowing as he observed his best friend. Draco's weariness was evident, more pronounced than even during the days of the Dark Lord.

Letting out a sigh of resignation, Theodore settled in the chair by Draco's side. Taking the goblet from his hand, Theodore filled it with some more Firewhiskey. “Not that I am unhappy to host you, but isn’t it time to go back home, Draco?”

Draco’s fingers tightened around the goblet. If he thought the Firewhiskey was testing his endurance, then clearly he hadn’t anticipated the words which came out of Theodore’s mouth.

“I don’t have a home.”

“But you do.”

“No. I do not!” His voice ricocheted against the walls, pained echoes pushing against the boundaries that confined them. Draco’s voice shook, the rage in his words dissolving into meek submission. “Not without her.”

“Mate.” Theodore watched helplessly as Draco swung his head back to gulp down the entire goblet of Firewhiskey. He violently slammed the empty goblet against the marble of the kitchen bar, gaze stuck far ahead. “This is killing you.”

“Let it.”

“Draco—”

“I should’ve died long ago in that war, Theo. Maybe this is retribution for everything I did.”

“What retribution, you imbecile? Dooming everything you’ve both built after the war?”

“Do not mention her,” Draco seethed. His bloodshot eyes matched the color of his soul, a violent red that overwhelmed every one of his senses. He’s hated the war for so long—he failed to realize how much it seeped through his soul until he became one himself. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Theodore scoffed. He reared back, placing his weight on the back of the chair and studying Draco’s hunched posture. “I‘ve known you since we were brought into the Wizarding World, Draco. I know that you didn’t come here to escape the fray.”

“What finally tipped you off, oh brilliant Rowena? Was it the way I shut down every mention of her name? Or perhaps my defensive stance and guarded demeanor?” Draco mocked.

With an air of indifference, Theodore replied, “You don’t run away from battles, Draco. You wage them.”

“That was the old me.”

"If that were truly the case, then why did you declare war on Y/N? What suddenly woke you up, making you realize that you couldn't bear to be with her for another second?"

A flash of irritation crossed Draco's face as he interjected, "I told you not to mention her name."

Ignoring the warning, Theodore continued with a pointed intensity. "Her name itself is a battle, Draco. One you’ve ignited because of the conflict that rages within you, fueled by your selfish desires."

"Selfish?" Draco roared, his anger escalating. In the heat of the moment, he flung the empty goblet against the wall, the sound echoing through the room. His nostrils flared as he struggled to control the tempest brewing within him. "What part of letting her go for her well-being is selfish? She deserves better, Nott. So I gave her better!"

"Better, is a subjective notion.”

"It's the only notion," Draco countered, his composure slipping as he struggled to rein in his emotions. The veneer of false placidity he had tried to maintain for days proved futile in containing his anger. "You have no idea the price I have to pay for the blood that rests on my hand. For the mark that’s refusing to die with time.”

“I know,” Theodore whispered breathlessly.

Draco's head shook with a heavy burden of remorse. "No, you don’t. Because being a Death Eater's son and being a Death Eater are two separate realms. I would trade anything, everything, to return to a time when I was feared and hated. Because now, I have to watch the world extend their animosity to the only woman who was brave enough to try and pull me out of the Dark Lord’s dominion.”

Theodore pushed himself off the chair, his movements purposeful and determined. With each deliberate stride, the distinct click of his shoes echoed against the ground. "By pushing her away. By hurling venomous words at her. By replicating the very path the world forced upon you, dragging her through darkness and uncertainty."

“She deserves better! Better than a semi-stable man who was a servant of darkness. Better than a wizard whose father is serving a sentence in Azkaban and whose mother is a victim of delirium. She deserves better—”

“Than a man who is stripping her of her choices the same way his lineage stripped him of his.”

“No.” Draco negated. If only he hadn’t drank this much Firewhiskey, maybe his breath would have come out steadier and his words wouldn’t have grappled with conviction. “I left for her.”

“You left her,” Theodore corrected. It always amazed Draco how Theodore Nott, the epitome of reticence, became a forceful and impassioned defender when it came to matters close to his heart, including Y/N. “You left her because you’re selfish. Because you craved your twisted path of redemption. Retribution, as you have so masterfully termed it, should not come at the expense of hurting Y/N. She fought for you with everything she had. And if you are so keen on being a masochist, Draco, then have the decency to leave her out of your descent into madness!”

With a final venomous glare, Theodore took a step back and began to march away from the room. Draco, caught in a state of disbelief, felt his hands instinctively fall upon the cool marble surface of the kitchen counter. He pressed his palms firmly against the chilled stone, desperately seeking solace from the tumultuous emotions raging within him.

In an abrupt intrusion, Theodore burst back into the room. Draco barely had a chance to meet his gaze before Theodore snatched the bottle of Firewhiskey from the counter and swiftly left. There was no doubt in Draco's mind that he must have also cast a spell to lock the cellar to deny Draco access to any and every liquor stored in the Manor.

In that moment, Draco's vision was void of any specific color—not a glimpse of red, black, or any hue in between. His rage transcended ordinary perception, defying quantification by any shade or measurement. All that existed in his awareness was a hazy fog enveloping his sight, a world imploding upon itself.

With venomous intent, Draco's fingers slithered through his hair, viciously tugging at the strands. Curses and fury spilled from his lips, weaving a tapestry of disaster, painted with every twisted emotion inhabiting his soul.

The shattered glass before him mirrored his fractured heart, and the disarrayed furniture reflected the homelessness of his wounded spirit. If he excelled in wars and battles, then he might as well transform this space into a battleground.

He persisted for hours, tirelessly wreaking havoc until Theodore's once-familiar abode became unrecognizable. Yet, the knowledge that a mere flick of his wand could undo this chaos only fueled the flames of his fury even more.

How ironic it was that he could demolish a meaningless space in mere hours, only for his magic to effortlessly restore it in seconds. Yet, the home he had reduced to ashes remained irreparable, defying any spells he cast upon it.

With a heavy heart, Draco sank to the ground, embraced by the unforgiving coldness of the stone beneath him. Leaning back against the chilling marble, he stared vacantly at the ceiling of Theodore's dwelling. It was no longer the familiar dark maroon he had once known, but a mosaic of melancholic hues. It was in that moment, as the taste of salty tears brushed against his lips, that he realized his own hollow gaze had been the architect all along.

As his shuddered breaths gradually calmed, and the twitching of his fingers ceased, Draco couldn't help but feel his heart, exhausted from its rapid sprinting and relentless pounding against his ribs.

Standing up, he reached for his wand. "Scourgify," he commanded. Instantly, his magic eagerly clung to every surface in the room, diligently working to restore order and mend the damage he had caused.

While his magic busily repaired what he had broken, Draco made his way to the kitchen, intending to pour himself a much-needed goblet of water. As he approached the marble counter, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of a mysterious black box neatly resting there.

“What in Merlin’s name?” It must’ve been hidden somewhere amongst the furniture because even in his stupor Draco would’ve recalled coming across it.

Gingerly, he pulled the lid up. What he found inside was something akin to a Time Turner, along with a couple of notes. Knowing well that all those magical devices had long been destroyed, Draco’s curiosity peaked. He reached for the notes, eyes trekking along the lines of Theodore’s handwriting.

“Temporal Surger, experimental prototype number five,” Draco read aloud. He briskly skimmed across the pages, absorbing more and more information. “Contrary to the Time Turner, the Temporal Surger springboards the wizard forward through time. Though the exact destination remains unpredictable, prototype number five provides a ten-minute window for the wizard traveling into the future.”

Draco discarded the notes in favor of picking up the device. It didn’t look any different from the Time Turner with an hourglass in the middle and golden outer rings surrounding it. Yet, when Draco tried to nudge the hourglass, it didn’t budge. He raised his brows, eyes narrowing down to investigate the object. His fingers lingered on the rings, the pad of his index finger tracing the surface.

Inadvertently, his fingers slipped, and the outer rings turned on themselves. Draco paid them no heed, though it became increasingly hard not to notice them when their momentum increased as they followed an unfamiliar rhythm. Draco didn’t have enough time to panic before a bright light emanated from the center of the Time Surger, engulfing him whole.

When the light weathered, Draco immediately sprung out of his seat. Taking in his unfamiliar surroundings, he blinked twice. At first, he thought it was his broken heart playing yet another trick on him till it became evident that the Time Surger had, in fact, transported him to another place.

“Merlin’s beard, Theodore is going to murder me,” Draco said aloud. He immediately clamped a hand over his mouth when it dawned on him that he didn’t even know where he was or who was in the same vicinity as him.

Draco hardly had a moment to register his distaste for the petrifying yellow curtains and cream-colored kitchen walls before he caught the sound of leisurely footsteps approaching from his right.

He sprinted across the room, his entire body whirling around itself until he spotted, what he hoped was, a door that led him to the pantry. He rushed in but left it slightly ajar, enough for him to peek through. A crease etched itself in the middle of his forehead when his eyes met a tall man with platinum blond hair tied into a bun.

The man was shirtless, tall, and well-built. His back was littered with scars, some seemingly thinner and more recent than the others. He moved seamlessly around the kitchen, without a wand in sight, opening draws and cabinets to prepare some food. Draco tried peering closer to catch a glimpse of his face when the sound of someone apparating startled him.

“What is Master Malfoy doing here?” a squeaky voice asked.

Draco’s eyes bulged out of their sockets, rivaling the size of the round plates that man had been filling with fruits. He bristled, the gears in his mind rushing to concoct an explanation. But how was he supposed to explain that he’s acquired a, possibly illegal, prototype of a Temporal Surger created by none other than his best friend?

“What does one do in a kitchen?” Draco heard himself say in a mirthful tone. He sighed in relief at the plausible answer, but his relief proved to be ephemeral when he realized that it wasn’t him who spoke.

He widened the door a bit further, revealing a house elf standing in the kitchen, gazing up at the shirtless blond wizard. With the man's face now visible, Draco was taken aback by the striking similarities between them. The man was a slightly older version of himself.

“Blinky serves the House of Malfoy. It’s Blinky’s job to prepare breakfast for her master.”

The house elf, Blinky, attempted to pry the spatula out of the Malfoy Patriarch's hand. He didn’t relent, keeping a firm grip on it and flipping whatever he was cooking in the sizzling pan.

“Thank you, Blinky. I do appreciate your efforts,” he said over the elf's loud huffs. “But I wanted to cook my wife a special breakfast myself.”

A loud gasp reverberated in the narrow space of the pantry. Draco stumbled even closer to the door, almost pushing it entirely open. His eyes stumbled, intently studying the Malfoy Patriarch's hand. And sure enough, a silver band adorned his ring finger, glistening in the light.

“Mistress Malfoy has woken up?” Blinky asked in her tiny voice. They must’ve not heard Draco’s shock over the sound of whatever it was that was cooking.

“Hmm,” the Malfoy Patriarch hummed. He was picking up a goblet from the cupboard and filling it with pumpkin juice. “Blinky, could you please get the Mistress’ favorite flowers? I’m sure she’d appreciate the gesture.”

Squealing in excitement at fulfilling a task for her masters, Blinky apparated out of the kitchen immediately. By the time she came back with some orchids in a small, round vase, the Malfoy Patriarch had already prepared a full assortment of food. From French Croissants to Quidditch Quaffles, he set them all on a tray and merrily exited the kitchen. Using a disillusionment charm, Draco quietly followed after his older self.

Draco noticed that the house, or rather cottage, was significantly smaller than Malfoy Manor, yet a million times more alluring. It had a cozy and welcoming atmosphere, adorned with bright colors and pictures from his Hogwarts days. Every decorative piece, whether a vase or an ornament, seemed to have been picked with care making it evidently known that this house was not of his choosing. Whoever his future wife was, he was sure she had to be the one to decorate the house so quaintly and delicately because he could never fill any space with such beauty.

With careful steps, Draco ascended to the upper floor, his attention fixed on each stride. The walls, still adorned in their creamy hue, now bore intricate engravings of an evocative design. The sight of verdant trees and lush bushes lining the hallway welcomed him, instilling a profound sense of tranquility within him.

The Malfoy Patriarch pushed open one of the doors and casually entered. Fortunately, he left it open, making it easier for Draco to hurry inside. He found an equally charming interior, where sunlight streamed into the room, casting a beautiful glow, while the books on the bookshelf created a colorful display like a rainbow.

In the center of the bed, a woman laid peacefully under the covers. Her entire back was exposed, making a pink tint hug Draco’s cheeks.

The Malfoy Patriarch offered a winsome smile at the painting before his eyes. He placed the tray aside and walked to the bed, letting his thumbs trace the woman’s back.

“Angel,” he called in a soft voice. “Wake up for me.” When the woman didn’t give up her sleep, the Malfoy Patriarch bent down to plant soft kisses on her arm. They were featherlight and soft caresses as if coming out of a dream.

She sighed heavily, turning on her back. Draco watched his older self laugh, taking this as a chance to kiss his wife’s lips.

“Draco,” she whined. And Draco had to brace himself against the wardrobe to stop himself from falling to his knees. "Please, five more minutes."

“Y/N Malfoy, you know denying you anything is physically impossible. But I really need you to get out of bed and eat something for me. Now, my love.”

He heard Y/N say, “Don’t want to.” And Draco’s heart squeezed in his chest because he knew that she was pouting beneath the covers, and most importantly, she was wide awake but trying to get Draco to give her a few more minutes of his attention.

The Malfoy Patriarch pulled away, surprising Draco. He walked to the tray he had placed aside, grabbing the goblet of pumpkin juice. Y/N opened her eyes when she noticed her husband’s ministrations came to an abrupt end. She hugged the sheets to her naked chest, pouting when she saw her husband against the wall, sipping from the drink.

“This is delicious,” he teased. Y/N made a face.

“Give it.” She held her hands out, opening and closing her palms in anticipation. Her husband diligently took the whole tray to her side, positioning it on the bed. “I hate you,” she huffed while dipping one Quidditch Quaffle in honey.

The man in front of her beamed, shaking his head. “You must hate me fiercely, angel. Your ardor set my soul ablaze a million times over yesterday night. And I've got marks on my back to prove it.”

Both Y/N and Draco choked at the heat that permeated the air. Y/N’s gaze meandered across the room, trying to escape the heat of her husband’s scintillating eyes.

“Well, you set mine ablaze a million times over every day, Draco! Go put a shirt on instead of teasing me!” Y/N grunted while reaching for the goblet.

The Malfoy Patriarch’s laugh roared within the four walls of the room, and even Draco had to cover his mouth to avoid laughing at her retort.

“Is my wife looking forward to dessert already?”

Y/N let out a sound that was both a whine and a sigh. She pushed the tray aside and reared back, burying her body in the pile of pillows on her bed. Her husband laughed, studying her pout. Her hands rested on her stomach, and if Draco hadn’t been shocked to his core before, he was baffled at the sight of Y/N cradling a very noticeable baby bump.

“Draco, please.”

“Please what, angel?”

“Not that! You know if we do that now we won’t get out of bed for another three hours!”

“Would it be such—”

“Yes!” Y/N interjected. She looked like an angry little pixie with her narrowed eyes and pointed glare. “It would. Because we have so much to do today.” She went on to explain that she and Narcissa were supposed to meet for tea in the afternoon and that Draco had to finish seeting up the nursery. Y/N kept on listing everything they had to do while her husband intently listened without saying a single word. Instead, he watched her, letting one of his hands wander to her stomach and cover hers. “What are you thinking?” Y/N finally asked, coming to grasp with the realization that her husband had zoned out.

He didn’t answer at first, noticeable lost in his wife’s beauty. “I’m not thinking. I’m feeling.”

Y/N let out a semi-laugh. “What are you feeling, Draco?”

“You,” he replied solemnly. He interlaced their fingers together, keeping their intertwined hands on her belly. “Time and time again, I only feel you.”

“Dray.” Y/N’s expression softened. She tugged on her husband’s hand, and even though she had lamented that they couldn’t stay in bed for long, she let him pull her to his chest while he made himself comfortable on their bed. “I love you.”

“I love you so much.” It was Draco that said it. With teary eyes and a battered soul, he surrendered to the images of his older self caressing Y/N’s lips and her cheeks.

“I love both of my girls. And I only hope our little princess can learn to love me despite all my flaws.”

Y/N shot her husband an indignant look, her gaze filled with disapproval. However, a hint of tenderness softened her eyes, conveying a complex mix of emotions.

“She does.”

“How do you know?”

“She's currently expressing her displeasure at your words by stirring up a commotion inside my belly.”

“Oh, yeah?” the Malfoy patriarch laughed. He tightened his hold on Y/N and pulled her even closer. One hand on her belly and the other in her hair, he peered down at her and locked his silver eyes with hers. “She’s a tornado, like her mother.”

Y/N chose not to respond, embracing a peaceful silence instead while staring at her husband. He arched an eyebrow in a silent question. “I’m feeling,” Y/N spoke out. “Time and time again, I only feel you.”

While her husband's gaze fixated on her lips, inching closer to his own, Draco's attention was abruptly seized by the Time Surger stirring once more. His eyes dropped downward, observing the rings spinning autonomously.

Torn between stealing a final glimpse and safeguarding the precious moment, Draco reluctantly withdrew from the room. Hastening his steps, he hurriedly exited, stealing one last glance at his future self tenderly pulling the sheet away from Y/N's body until a blinding light dissolved the scene.

The curtain fell, and he found himself back in Theodore's living room.

Draco struggled to catch his breath, hurriedly placing the Temporal Surger back inside its box. His restless eyes darted across the room, overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions surging through him, dragging him deeper into the abyss. Gasping for air, his head whipped around, desperately trying to make sense of his surroundings.

His eyes landed on the box, the notes still outside. Future, he read in Theodore’s perfect handwriting.

“Nott, you knobhead. If you were here right now, I would have kissed you with such intensity time would stop. And even your stupidly brilliant Temporal Surger wouldn’t have worked.”

The numbness of his heart dissipated, and the crippling guilt roaming across his forearm vanished. Draco breathed deeply, embracing the placidity around him. Maybe Theodore’s walls were grim compared to the ones his future self occupied. Yet all Draco could feel was the warmth of Y/N’s voice and the tranquility of the mornings they were yet to share.

He rushed to Theodore’s fireplace, not bothering to fix himself up. Tossing a handful of Floo Powder into the fireplace, Draco finally spoke aloud. “Take me to Y/N Y/L/N.”

He finally realized that whether time turned or surged, him and Y/N Y/L/N were bound by a string of fate that was unyielding in its war against the Sands of Time.

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The park- Draco Malfoy x Reader (REPOST)

Posted DECEMBER 06, 2020

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Request- hii! could u please write christmas prompt #6 with draco? maybe he’s at the park with scorpius and loses sight of him. while desperately looking for his son, he bumps into the reader who’s been the love of his life since they were little. fluffiest fluff of them all pleaseeeeee❤

Hii! I find Dad!Draco so flippin’ cuuute! Tysm for requesting!

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Warnings- nothing, just fluffff and Dad!Draco

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It was a cold December day, the leaves were frozen off the trees and the floor was covered in snow. The park was in no condition to be played on, but children still went there to play with their friends in the snow.

Draco and his son, Scorpius, were disliked by many. People were still wary of Draco because of all of the death eater and Voldemort drama, meaning that they passed that fear and hatred down to their children.

Scorpius had a hard time making friends, and to be honest, he didn’t have any which broke Draco’s heart. So, Draco brought him to the park everyday in hopes that someone would want to be friends with his son.

Being a single dad was tough, Astoria had left for reasons unknown, she just left the moment Scorpius was born and left Draco with a son to raise on his own.

“Scorpius, look at me,” Draco told his son, who looked adorable bundled up in black and blue winter coats. “I want you to talk to some kids, don’t mention me, just talk to them,” Draco told his son, it was the same thing that he told Scorpius every time.

Scorpius nodded very big and said, “Okay daddy!” before running off to go play in the snow. Draco smiled and sat down on a bench.

While people walked by, Draco tried to smile at them but they just glared. He rolled his eyes slightly and leaned back into the bench with a huff. “I shouldn’t have been such a jerk,” he groaned and leaned back while covering his eyes, rubbing them slightly before removing his hands and putting them back in his lap.

He looked over at all of the kids to see Scorpius trying really hard to make friends, that made Draco smile. He looked around a bit, taking in the scenery of the sunny but cold day.

He then looked back over at the group of kids, but to his dismay, Scorpius wasn’t making friends anymore. Actually, Scorpius wasn’t there at all.

Draco stood up and tried to look around to see if he could find Scorpius from a higher angle. “Scorpius?” he called out, there was nothing. Draco started to panic, “Scorpius?!” he shouted again.

He frantically speed walked around the park, looking under everything, even pushing aside some snow in hopes that he would find his 5 year old son.

While he was frantically walking around, he bumped into something. “Ah!” both people groaned as they stepped away.

“Hey! Watch where you’re- Draco?” you stopped suddenly. Draco met your eyes, “Y/l/n?”.

“Draco!” you exclaimed, “I haven’t seen you in forever!”.

His heart thumped at your angelic voice. “Y-Yeah, me neither!” Draco mentally scolded himself, “Ya, no shit Draco,” he mumbled making you giggle. He smiled slightly, now his heart was beating out of his chest, it wasn’t only from panicking about Scorpius, it was the fact that he had been in love with you all throughout school, and apparently still was.

Speaking of Scorpius, “I’m sorry, it’s not a good time. My son is somewhere making snow angels,” he told you, he didn’t want to leave but he needed to find Scorpius, he was his one priority.

“Your… what?” you blinked, your throat going dry. “My son, his name is Scorpius, have you seen him? I don’t know where he is,” Draco said shakily hurriedly. “Oh,” you croaked out, “um, no I haven’t,” it went silent for a second.

“Where is his mom?” you asked, hoping that Draco was single. “Oh, she left when he was born. It’s been me and the little guy for 5 years, he’s the best thing to have ever happened to me. Well besides seeing you here today,” he flirted, making your cheeks flush red.

“You’re still the same, flirty and arrogant,” you laughed, “oh how I missed that,” you sighed. You too, coincidentally, have been in love with him since first year.

Before Draco could respond, his head snapped in the direction of a child screaming, “Daddy!”. “Scorpius!” he exclaimed, holding out his arms and catching a body who rammed into him, “Oh thank godric, you’re alright. You scared me buddy.”.

Scorpius mumbled a ‘sorry daddy’ before looking over at you. “Hi Y/n!” he greeted and waved. “Oh, hi little man,” you said and waved back.

“Have you met my friend, Y/n. I met her while I was looking for you, she insisted that she helped me find you, but I told her I was tough enough to find you,” he said and puffed out his chest and flexed his muscles, making you and Draco laugh.

“Yes, I have met her, she and I used to go to school together,” Draco told him, Scorpius gasped. “You mean, we have the same friend?! Does that mean she can come over? You said friends can come over!” he exclaimed giddily.

Draco looked up at you, “Would you like to come over love?”. You blushed even more and said, “Only if you want me too.”. “We would love for you to come over,” Draco smiled.

“She’s very pretty, don’t you agree daddy?” Scorpius asked and cocked his head up to his dad. Draco looked over at you and looked at all of your features, you were still perfect to him.

“I think she is very pretty too,” he told him while smiling at you. “Aw, stop it, you’re making me blush,” you giggled and then shivered a bit, it was getting really cold.

“Is she coming over? I want her to come over!” Scorpius asked impatiently while stomping his feet. “I think she would like that, it is rather freezing out here,” Draco looked at you, “you’re shaking.”. “Y-Yeah, it’s a bit chilly,” you chattered and rubbed your arms, trying to get warm.

“Come here,” Draco said and took off one of his coats, it looked expensive. “Oh no, it’s quite alright,” you brushed him off and shivered once more.

“I insist,” he said and wrapped it around your shoulders. You were instantly filled with warmth.

“Alright,” Draco said and picked up Scorpius with a huff, “let’s go m’lady and m’lord.”. You giggled as Draco pulled you into his side while you started to walk.

To anyone on the outside, you would have looked like a small family, but only you and Draco knew that it was the start of something beautiful.

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jomiddlemarch · 2 months

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With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler

Rose stood before her, drooping, her braids coming undone, shoes scuffed, a new rip in her overalls, giving Hermione a look of absolute incredulity when faced with the undeniable truth:

Hermione had forgotten to pack snacks.

She didn’t even have a bloody Polo mint somewhere in the recesses of her beaded bag, Transfigured to look like an ordinary mum’s ordinary leather handbag, designed to carry her through her day at the Ministry and any trips she might make to Muggle London.

Forget about something healthy.

She had planned to rely on the water fountain, that wasn’t another complete miss on her part.

She opened her mouth to begin the explanation-slash-apology that would not satisfy either one of them. Rose already had that furrow in her little brow that meant she planned to invoke Nan, which only ever meant Molly, and how important Nan said it was for growing human beans to have good homegrown food and not that muck Mum bought from Tesco’s.

“I have plenty, if she’s hungry. The fruit’s already cut, it won’t keep, and these pesto egg muffin bite things he said he liked yesterday, so of course I’ve gone and made far too many.”

That was Draco Malfoy, sitting on the bench just next to hers, a rucksack and some sort of sport-inspired hamper beside him, unable to resist rubbing it in, that he was a better prepared and more attentive parent than she was, the he his neatly and comfortably dressed five year old son Scorpius, who somehow made the jersey and shorts he wore look like the ideal outfit for a Wizarding child. His fringe was the proper length and not slicked back with some imported pomade like Draco’s had been for the first three years at Hogwarts, and he was busy constructing something tower-like from the stones, twigs and other assorted detritus he’d scoured the park for while Rose ran around, screaming like a banshee and climbing halfway up a tree before scuttling down again before Hermione had to call out to tell her too high, Rose!

Hermione turned her head to convert her explanation-slash-apology into a far more gratifying coldly cutting retort that she had to trust to inspiration to supply, since she had nothing approaching the moral high ground, when she actually looked at Draco’s face, which was tilted in an encouraging and frankly kind manner, and consider the tone of his voice, which had been commiserating and not the least judgmental. Hermione was quite familiar with the myriad shades of judgment and Draco’s voice hadn’t held even one.

He was also incredibly fit.

(That wasn’t really relevant to her decision-making, but it was note-worthy as a general fact.)

“Rose, Mr. Malfoy has some fruit if you want a snack. And something else tasty and homemade, just like Nan would have given you for tea,” Hermione said. Rose sized up Draco in an instant, pivoted to rifle through the sporty hamper, retrieved a little baggie of apple slices and another of the unexpectedly attractive pesto egg bites that reminded Hermione she’d also forgotten lunch and a stale ginger biscuit at her desk was going to have to hold her until after Rose was asleep.

Again.

“Ta,” Rose said, about to fly. It was impossible that she wouldn’t be Quidditch-mad.

“Rose,” Hermione said.

“Thank you, Mr. M’Foy,” Rose said. It was anyone’s guess if she would have gotten Malfoy correct without her mouth half stuffed with Braeburn.

“You’re quite welcome,” Draco said.

Hermione nodded and Rose scrambled away, as fast as her hand-me-down trainers could take her.

“Thank you. I appreciate it. Her wild magic on an empty stomach is terrifying,” Hermione said. Was she bragging about Rose’s magic, when she’d heard rumors Scorpius Malfoy might be a Squib? Probably and she wasn’t proud of it, but that wasn’t unfamiliar either.

“I find them terrifying full-stop,” Draco said. “Adorable, would lay down my life for him in a heartbeat, makes me question every decision my own parents ever made on my behalf, but terrifying nonetheless.”

Hermione laughed. It was the first time she could remember laughing at something Draco said without there being any seething vitriol or tearful desperation she’d had to tamp down or put aside. It felt…nice.

“I have a bit more sympathy for my parents,” she offered. “My wild magic started when I was a toddler and they had no idea what to make of it. No context at all. My mother told me, during out sixth year, that she’d thought she was losing her mind. I was well on my way to inventing Leviosa before I got a hold of the first year spellbooks.”

“Yes, I can see how that might be where one would go. Madness, that is,” he said. There was a frankly companionable silence between the two of them and then he spoke again. “Sometimes, I can’t help regretting it.”

“Regretting what?”

“I love him, with all that I am, my heart and soul and magic. And I can’t help regretting sometimes I agreed to it, having him when I, when we did,” he said. He turned away slightly, so that she saw him in profile, a face like a god’s on a coin, the straight nose, the full lower lip, his jaw held tightly.

“Why are you telling me?” she asked.

“For one, I don’t think you can think any worse of me than you already do, so that makes you perfect for such a shameful admission,” he said, shrugging. “Secondly, you let your daughter eat the snacks I made. Not that I’m trying to make you feel like you owe me something, that I’ve caught you out. You trusted me with your child, that’s what I meant.”

“I think you underestimate how I think of you,” she said slowly.

“Is that better or worse? Do you mean you think well of me and now I’ve dropped in your estimation? Or did I somehow go from sniveling worm beneath your heel to abysmal slime-mold you wouldn’t use your wand to scrape off with magic from said heel?”

He sounded resigned, amused, self-deprecating. His voice was low, a rich baritone, only a little of that drawl he’d had at Hogwarts left. The perfect amount.

“I wear flats unless I’m in court,” she said. “I don’t hold the past against you anymore, we were children, child-soldiers, pawns moved around by people who should have known better. Played a better game of Wizarding chess, given that it was our lives they used. I regret it, myself, having her so young, though I don’t let myself think it if I can help it. I can’t, if I want to keep being a decent mother.”

“You are clearly an exceptionally fine mother. Why did you do it? You’re Hermione Granger, you don’t make decisions you regret,” he said.

Now she laughed, a bitter sound, that kept the tears in her eyes from spilling.

“Don’t believe everything you hear. Or read,” she said. “I lost my parents in the war. They were both only children, my grandparents were gone a long time ago. Rose was my one chance to have a family, someone who belonged to me.”

“I’m terribly sorry. I hadn’t heard they’d died,” he said.

“They’re alive. Just…lost. Turns out, if you do a thorough enough Obliviation, there’s no return. The person they were before is effectively dead. They’re just not sad about it. That’s for other people,” Hermione said.

“Astoria told me it was her dying wish to have a child, even though it would kill her,” Draco said.

“That’s why you agreed?”

“No. I refused when she said that. She used blood magic, from the binding. Once that was done, it was either lose them both or just her,” he said. “She didn’t know that for sure, there was plausible deniability and we’d said someday. She made someday happen sooner than I thought possible.”

“You loved her,” Hermione offered. She’d never met Astoria, who’d been a few years behind them at Hogwarts and in Ravenclaw, had only a dim memory of the photo that had been in the Prophet when the marriage was announced, a slim, dark-haired young woman wearing a lot of lace standing next to Draco, who’d been all in black. Wizards wore all sorts of things to funerals. Only Hermione saw him in mourning at his wedding.

“In a way. I hated her too. I didn’t want to be either of my parents and I didn’t know how to be anything else,” he said. “My parents were overjoyed, a Malfoy heir, no miscarriages, no stillbirths. A healthy Pureblood baby. That’s quite rare, all the inbreeding, you understand. They think Astoria was a paragon of virtue and also, they didn’t give a damn about her.”

Scorpius ran over and stretched out a hand to show Draco a stone. It was an unremarkable piece of quartz, though it did catch the light.

“What a find, love. You can bring it home if you like or leave it here. You could even hide it, like goblin treasure,” Draco said, studying the stone, reaching out to straighten the collar of Scorpius’s jersey. He touched Scorpius’s cheek fondly, but he didn’t try to wipe the smear of dirt there, nor did he say anything about his son’s grubby hands. Hermione recalled what a pristine child he’d been, all silver and green, how he’d stand between his parents, very still, as if a portrait were being painted.

“Hide it—” Scorpius said and darted back over to the field, just at the edge where a copse of trees stood, shadows beckoning. The whole playground was heavily warded and there were monitoring spells St. Mungo used for observation. It was safe enough to let him run away.

“That’s what I thought,” Draco said, shooting her that familiar parental glance, proud and powerless.

“Ron begged me not to end the pregnancy. It wasn’t planned. The Healers said the curse damage I suffered from Bellatrix was unpredictable, the interactions with contraceptive charms and potions would have made them less effective. It wasn’t my fault, except I never told them I hadn’t bothered with any spells or potions, so it was, in a way. I didn’t care and then I did. I told Ron I was pregnant and he told me he was gay and in love with Theo and it would break his mother’s heart if he never gave her a grandchild. My parents were gone. Harry and Ginny were expecting, Andromeda was raising Teddy, Bill and Fleur just had Victoire. It was easier to say yes. It made so many people happy and Ron did what he said he would,” Hermione said. Andromeda knew most of it, but Hermione had never told anyone all of it, certainly not in one sitting, not sitting on a park bench in the weak English sunshine, without a Polo mint to her name. Augusta Longbottom had said Hermione should do as she liked but it was rare to see such a strong magical signature in the first trimester, though likely it would happen again, for a witch of her abilities. Likely hadn’t seemed like a good enough bet, not when Ron’s blue eyes had pled with her and he’d held her hands in his instead of touching her completely flat stomach.

“What he said he would?” Draco repeated. He sounded encouraging, not nosy. Not prepared to made a rude remark about Ron or the Weasley family as a whole. It felt…good.

“Molly wanted me to name her Frederica. Winifred. Or Elfreda. It was ghastly. Even I knew Fred would have loathed it. Ron put his foot down and told her we weren’t doing that to a baby and that I had final say on her name. Then he came out to them, Molly and Arthur, so the name part receded as something anyone cared that much about,” Hermione said. “I don’t have to tell you how Purebloods feel about that, however warm and Muggle-forward they seem to be.”

“Bloody hell,” Draco said.

“There was a lot of screaming. Arthur finally told Molly to be grateful she had a son alive to tell her what made him happy and she piped down,” Hermione said. “She started knitting a jersey for Theo as soon as Ron let it slip they were involved. It was a little forced, but I think the knitting settled her down, let her feel like she was back in charge of the family. Molly had a great need for that.”

“Ah, the famous Weasley jersey,” Draco said.

“Infamous is more like it,” she replied. “Fleur won’t wear hers at all. But she’s married to Bill, so she can get away with it.”

“I gather you don’t have the same option,” he said.

“Molly watches Rose when Ron and Theo and I are all working or busy, always sends home dinner, invites me to Sunday lunch even when Ron and Theo have Rose. She’s Rose’s only grandmother. She means well,” Hermione shrugged. “Fleur wears cashmere and Molly sniffs. I Transfigured mine into a cardigan. Molly didn’t mind that, as long as the H is all on one side. I hid the pockets I added.”

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” he said, squinting a little against the light, the sun lower in the sky. Rose had approached Scorpius and now they were working on something with less height but a larger area. Hermione suspected St. Mungo’s had tracking spells to evaluate wild magic. At Rose’s last Healer’s visit, Hermione had been advised to stock up on Easiheal and beginning Arithmancy books, as if she and Ron hadn’t already done so (plus the Wizarding chess set Theo had brought out to let Rose watch them play.)

“It beats the alternative,” Hermione said. He shifted, faced her full on. They both looked older than they were, Draco with shadows under his grey eyes that spoke of broken sleep, Hermione with a streak of white in her hair like a ribbon, neither of them partial to glamours. He’d grown a fair amount after Hogwarts, his shoulders broader, his lanky frame filled out, and he dressed the part of an older man, much as Hermione had her mum’s uniform on. For a moment, she only saw the boy he’d been, too clever by half, preening, insecure, nervous he’d be caught caring. He’d taken the Dark Mark or rather, it had been forced on him, hidden by the sleeve he had securely fastened with monogrammed cufflinks. He could be the Dark Lord’s deputy, she could be dead in a ditch, both their first wands broken.

“I don’t think that’s as true as people say,” he replied. “We could have been given a chance to grow up. To put ourselves first, not the survival of the Wizarding world or the Noble House of Black. We could have found ourselves here in another ten years or twenty, with children we had chosen to have. Had wanted to bring into existence from dreams. We wouldn’t have to be alone, here, and at home, sitting by ourselves with a drink after we put them to bed, wondering what happened—”

“It’s hard,” she said, to stop him, because he was so right it hurt. She drank tea at night, even though it kept her up, because drinking wine or whiskey alone was worse. Ron and Theo encouraged her to go out when they kept Rose, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to explain who she was and she couldn’t bear it they already knew. She drank oolong, Darjeeling, PG Tips, always black, and she never read the leaves.

“What if it were easier?” he asked.

“Easier?”

“What if you told me what happened and I told you, after we put them to bed. What happened that day, not just what Rose did and what Scorpius said, but how you dealt with that stroppy minister from Croatia and how I heard back from Damaris, in Alexandria, about that manuscript revision, and what we could bring to the potluck Neville’s insisting on hosting instead of getting a proper caterer,” he said. “Samosas, for the record. Though I can manage vol-au-vents in a pinch, if you wanted to be Muggle retro about it.”

“That’s a lot happening,” she said. It was a leap, an enormous, across-a-chasm leap, he was describing and also just words, a possibility she could dismiss with a shake of her head, a slight frown, some politeness he’d accept instantly. His eyes, though, were hopeful, watching her.

“Scorpius will probably interrupt. He usually wants a glass of water exactly when I’m at a good part,” Draco said.

“Rose talks in her sleep. In French. It’s quite distracting,” Hermione said. When had she ever backed away from something daunting? Granted, she usually did some research first. Draco knew what a vol-au-vent was; she clearly wasn’t the only one who prepared. “It’s better than mine. She talks to Fleur and Gabrielle a lot.”

“I’m fluent,” he said. “In French and wheedling.”

“I’m good at pouring a glass of water wandless. I make the water take the shape of a dolphin going into the glass but I can do a Hippocampus too,” Hermione said.

“Are you hungry? I have apple slices and pesto egg muffin bites going begging,” he said, smiling. He had a sweet smile and a gleam in his eyes that was positively, gratifyingly filthy. She blushed, dropped her gaze from his.

“You’re a very pretty mummy, Hermione,” he said softly. “But it can be whatever you want, however you want. It can be maybe later, after you look at your calendar. Half-past never. Whatever’s easier—”

“I didn’t bring any snacks to the park and I have nothing planned for dinner unless we get Indian takeaway again. For the third time this week,” she said in a rush. “It would be easier to have someone else take care of dinner. I’m not picky, Rose isn’t either.”

“Bolognese or carbonara?” Draco asked. “Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy is made 98.2% from pasta. Don’t be deceived by the organic apple slices and pesto egg affectations.”

“Carbonara’s faster,” Hermione said.

“But what do you want?” Draco hit the you and want with a perfect balance of emphasis. It made her remember she was only twenty-four years old. Hermione, not only Madam Granger and Mummy and ‘Mione.

“Bolognese,” she said. She reached over, touched his hand where it rested beside his leg. He couldn’t mistake her intention. “Everyone calls her Rose, but I named her Roseline, from Shakespeare. Roseline’s the one Romeo liked first. She goes away. Lives her own life off-stage.”

“I had to pick a constellation. I wouldn’t do it again,” he said.

Ten years later, after a long day and a longer night, he arrived, only a little later than they’d planned and just as they’d hoped. They named him Hugo.

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ultimatesmuts · 9 months

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Daycare🍋(Draco Malfoy)

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You’re a new daycare teacher and Scorpius is one of the toddlers in your room. When his dad (Draco) comes to pick him up, you find yourself unable to hold basic conversation since you’re too busy drooling over him

~This was originally posted on Wattpad but I figured I’d repost here~

*phone ringing*

"YN could you answer the phone? It's probably one of the parents", YN's boss says

YN stands up and glances around the toddler room she's now in charge of, taking pride in her new job as a daycare teacher.

"Yeah of course", YN replies, reaching for the phone at the front desk

*picks up phone*

"Thank you for calling the wizarding daycare, this is Miss YN"

She hears the person on the other end clear his throat before speaking

"Hi, this is Scorpius's father. I just wanted to call and let you know that I'm being held over at the ministry and unfortunately won't be able to pick Scorp up in time before the center closes. It'd probably only be about 30 minutes past close, and if any staff members are willing to stay over a bit that would be amazing and very much appreciated."

YN blinks a couple of times, realizing how confident this man is, and it makes her wonder what his personality is really like before answering

YN asks, "is anyone else available to pick him up instead? Perhaps his mother if she's able?"

She hears the phone go silent for a few moments, so she says, "you still there?" Hoping for an answer

The man answers, "sorry, um Scorpius's mother actually passed last year... so um no it's just me."

YN could hear the sorrow in his voice and instantly felt bad for bringing it up

"I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have asked that. Obviously you're calling because no one else can come get him. I'm so sorry, sir", YN guiltily says

"It's okay, you didn't know", the man replies, making YN feel a bit better

YN takes a deep breath before saying, "I feel so terrible about that so how about this? I'll stay here with Scorpius and don't worry about the center closing, they'll probably have me close and clean anyway since I'm new."

YN hears a slight chuckle through the phone and the man says, "I was wondering why I'd never heard of a Miss YN working there before, but it's all good and thanks again for staying late, don't worry about the whole Scorpius's mum thing, it's okay really."

YN clutches the phone a bit tighter in her hand, feeling nervous about meeting Scorpius's dad after making a fool of herself over the phone.

"If you're sure, I just feel bad is all" YN adds

"Don't feel bad, YN. Well I've gotta get back to work and thanks for offering to stay over, I'll see you around 6:30 at the center", Scorp's dad adds

"Oh, um yes it's no problem really. I'll see you then, sir"

She hears a light chuckle and then he says, "alright, bye", and hangs up.

YN puts the phone down and wipes her sweaty palms on her skirt, releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding.

YN walks over to her boss and explains the situation and how she's staying over, and the boss says that's fine.

Soon, most of the kids are gone, and the remaining kids' parents come to pick them up. Eventually, YN's coworkers leave and it's just YN and Scorpius left in the building. YN finishes picking up all the toys, and picks up Scorpius so she can close down that room. She carries the blonde toddler with her to the front of the center by the doors, and sets him down next to her.

Scorpius looks up at YN and giggles before running circles around her, making YN laugh too.

Eventually he gets dizzy and falls over, and YN gets on her knees and says, "oh no are you okay? Did you get a boo boo?" And Scorp starts wailing and slowly(very dramatically) crawling into YN's lap, where she holds him and hugs him, saying "Awh babyyy, you're okay" while Scorpius slowly calms down, wiping his eyes on YN's blouse

Great, just what I wanted. Toddler tears

YN sighs, and Scorpius turns around in her lap and points outside.

YN stands up, and Scorp turns around, puts his arms up and whines, indicating that he wants YN to hold him.

YN rolls her eyes, but still picks up the child.

He points outside again, kicking his legs, this time saying "Dada! Dada!" With the most excitement YN has ever seen.

YN can't help but smile at this wholesome moment, until he walks in.

YN looks up at the door, only to see a tall, fit man with platinum blonde hair walk in.

YN could swear that her heart stopped beating, her breath getting caught in her throat.

This man is gorgeous.

His striking blue eyes meet hers and YN immediately feels her face getting hotter and hotter, making her feel even more embarrassed.

YN quickly turns her attention towards Scorpius, who's still in her arms, in an attempt to distract herself from his attractive father.

"Scorpius look who it is!", she tries

"DADDY!", the toddler screams, tightly gripping YN's shirt in excitement.

YN giggles nervously and says, "yes, buddy. It's daddy"

Shit

Fuck

I do NOT need to be thinking about sex right now

why'd I say that why the fuck did I say that

YN knew her face was bright red, her mind unable to focus on anything other than sex

It was this moment that YN felt his eyes on her, so she nervously turned towards him, preparing to hand over his child, when she noticed his mischievous eyes were fixated on her blushing face in a knowing way, even though she so desperately tried to hide, but to no avail.

The man takes a few steps closer, holding his dangerous gaze and reaches out for YN to hand him his son, which she goes to do.

*Rrrrrrrip*

Panic.

That is what YN is feeling right now.

She looks down at herself, only to find that Scorpius had ripped her blouse partially open when she handed him over to his dad.

YN gasps when she realizes that her black, practically see-through bra is almost on full display to Scorpius's father.

"Merlin, I'm so so sorry!", she says, pulling her shirt together and holding it closed with her hands, beginning to break a sweat from all the embarrassment coursing through her veins.

She looks up, only to find Scorpius's dad lightly smirking, eyes fixed on her chest with a light blush across his cheeks. His eyes shift to a lustful gaze as his eyes flick back up and meet with hers

YN feels her body heat up, unsure of how to cope with all of this sudden attention and apologizes again, unsure how to proceed.

"Well it definitely wasn't an unpleasant sight", he says, glancing down at her chest quickly before locking his icy blue eyes with hers again with his signature smirk, causing butterflies to go crazy in YN's stomach, almost making YN let out a small moan. Luckily she held it in

"I'm Draco, by the way", he casually says, helping to diffuse the tension.

YN can hardly breathe or think in this flustered state and is about to introduce herself, when Draco says, "YN, right?"

YN blushes, unable to form words so she just nods her head in response, still clutching her shirt closed.

"I want to thank you for staying with my son, I can tell he really likes you", Draco says

YN forces herself to breathe and replies, "anytime, and he really is a very sweet kid"

"Let me make you dinner, as a thank you, please", Draco says with the slightest hint of mischief in his voice

YN thinks for a moment, trying to clear her mind from sinful thoughts, realizing she hasn't eaten since this morning and food sounds really good right now.

"Okay, but only if you're able to take me home afterwards because I was going to take the bus home from here", YN says, slowly starting to relax a bit.

"Perfect", Draco says, smirking

Damn, he is so charming

"Well if you'll follow me, my car is out front", he says, indicating for YN to follow him. They walk outside, and YN turns to lock the building, as it's Friday and nobody will be back at the center until Monday.

Draco shamelessly checks her out from behind, biting his lower lip and raising his eyebrows in approval as he determines she has the perfect ass

YN turns around to see an expensive black sports car with tinted black windows and black wheels, and her jaw drops. Is this man rich or something? Damn...

"Wow... your car is really nice", YN compliments, turning towards Draco, slightly catching him off guard.

Was he looking at my butt just now?

"Thanks, mind strapping Scorp in his car seat?", Draco replies, mildly blushing

"Yeah of course!", YN says, starting to strap the toddler into the car seat in the back, leaning over him as she works.

YN feels Draco's eyes on her, so she looks up only to see him smirking, freely looking over her body, causing her face to turn red.

"Don't be shy, darling. I think the bra is sexy", he smugly says, winking before turning back around to face the wheel

YN's face is beet red, and she realizes that while leaning over to strap in Scorpius, she was giving his dad a perfect view down her ripped shirt.

YN slowly makes her way over to the passenger side and climbs in, buckling her seatbelt quietly

"Mmmm, I think you'd look better without it though", Draco nonchalantly smirks, purposefully avoiding looking directly at YN

Draco immediately starts the car and begins driving, leaving YN flustered and excited

YN can't help but admire him as he focuses on the road, his defined jawline and sharp nose creating the perfect side profile.

YN looks at his hands, his rings, and how he's firmly gripping the steering wheel and she can't help but let her mind wander

I want him to grip me like that....

She notices how veiny his hands are, his long and thin fingers lightly tapping the wheel as he drives in silence, without music.

Those fingers

Butterflies again

Why is my body reacting to him like this?

Soon, YN notices a set of giant gates opening in front of them, revealing a massive mansion.

"Welcome to Malfoy Manor, YN"

YN stares in awe, turning and asking, "you live here?"

Draco scoffs, parking the car out front, and says, "didn't you ever look at Scorpius's last name?", while chuckling

Oh yeah I forgot

"It's been a long day", YN blushes, showing how forgetful/distracted she was

Draco gets out, opens the door for YN, and holds out his hand for her to take.

"Exactly why you deserve a nice dinner after a long day", he charmingly says, pulling her up out of the car before going to unstrap Scorpius.

Draco locks his car, and carries his son with him into the manor, holding the door open for YN.

Draco puts Scorpius down, takes his shoes off for him, and then takes his own shoes off and loosens his tie. It takes a moment for YN to realize she's been staring too long, but she eventually removes her shoes too and follows Draco into his enormous living room.

"Stay here with Scorp, I'll come get you when dinner is ready.", Draco says before turning towards the kitchen

YN takes a moment to look around, admiring the grandness of the place before sitting down on the expensive couch to calm herself with Scorpius.

Scorpius climbs up and lays on YN's lap, rubbing his eyes. "I know bud, you're tired. Just a bit longer, okay? We're gonna eat yummy food soon!", she tells him

Just then, Draco walks into the room with his sleeves pushed up, directing YN's attention to his forearm, which makes her uneasy and she starts to back away.

Draco notices this, and his eyes turn sad.

"I didn't want it", he says, referring to the mark hoping she'll stay

YN looks back up at him, and realizes he's being genuine.

"YN please don't think differently about me because of this, I was 16 when my father decided my fate for me."

YN can't find any indication of deceit in his eyes, he seems sad, even. Ashamed....

He has been nothing but kind to me

"I believe you", YN says, quietly

Draco just stands there for a moment, lost deep in his thoughts. He nods his head to himself, takes a deep breath in, and then gestures for YN and Scorpius to follow him to the table.

After eating dinner, Draco tells YN that he needs to put Scorp to bed and she's welcome to follow if she'd like

YN agrees and follows Draco upstairs to the second floor of the manor, and into the toddler's bedroom.

Draco pulls the blankets up over Scorpius and starts rubbing his back, trying to lull him to sleep.

After about 10 minutes, Scorpius starts throwing a fit and Draco looks up at YN in defeat

"Mind if I try?", YN asks sweetly

"Go right ahead", Draco lowly replies

YN walks over to the side of the bed, and starts stroking down Scorpius's nose, causing his reflexes to react, making him close his eyes. After a couple of minutes, YN feels Draco crouch down next to her and whisper, "can I try?"

YN whispers "yeah", and goes to scoot out of the way, but before she does, Draco stands right behind her, leans over her, and starts stroking his son's face

YN shudders at the feeling of him being so close, his body gently brushing against hers every now and then, his scent filling her senses, making her weak in the knees as she begins having sinful thoughts again

Eventually Scorpius's breathing evens out, and Draco stops stroking him, relieved that he fell asleep.

Draco backs away from YN's body, causing her to feel cold from the lack of his body heat.

YN sighs sadly, feeling like she's overstepped a boundary, getting excited for no reason.

"I should probably go", she whispers in defeat

Draco closes Scorp's door, so the adults are in the hallway.

Draco steps closer to YN, places his hands on her waist, and pulls her slightly closer as he whispers, "Stay. Please"

YN felt her heart throb with love, and her lips began to feel as if they're burning hot with desire as she also takes a step closer to Draco, wrapping her arms around his torso and whispering, "okay"

She feels his hand gently caress her face, causing her to look up and lock eyes with him.

He slowly starts leaning in, and YN closes her eyes, mirroring Draco.

YN feels fiery hot electricity spread throughout her body when his lips meet hers.

His lips are burning hot, and YN starts to realize that she might get to have more of him. She wants all of him. She wants to be with him.

The kiss slowly starts to speed up, gradually becoming more rough and passionate as Draco walks YN backwards until her back hits a door, which he swiftly opens with one hand before leading her inside

YN breaks apart from the kiss, closes the door again, realizing she's now in Draco's bedroom, and locks the door.

Draco pulls her back into him with lust filled eyes, craving more of her lips.

Draco walks YN backwards while kissing until the backs of her legs hit the bed and she's forced to sit down.

YN starts to feel the familiar butterflies building again, and deepens the kiss by pulling him closer, to where he's standing in between her legs

Draco acknowledges the space she's made for him, sending electricity pulsing through their bodies and he bites his lip as he feels his member start to grow inside his pants

YN rips the rest of her shirt off and throws it on the ground, and without breaking eye contact, takes Draco's hands, and places them directly onto her clothed breasts, causing him to groan and her clit to throb with eager need.

He slowly and teasingly takes his own shirt off, and YN starts feeling her wetness pool at the sight of his toned body.

Draco abruptly and roughly grabs YN's thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, and starts grinding against her body, forcing small, breathy moans to slowly leave her parted lips

"Do you want this", Draco asks, half out of breath

"Yes, please Draco", YN responds, her eyes already in the back of her head

The sound of her voice made Draco's eyes close briefly, allowing his pleasure to amplify.

Draco reaches behind YN and unclasps her bra with one hand, immediately grabbing her tits and massaging them, using his thumbs to lightly run over her nipples as he plays with her

This causes YN to nearly squeal at the amount of pleasure she's receiving.

YN desperately tries to grind herself up against Draco's stiffness in his pants, craving him beyond control.

Draco gets the message and pulls his pants down, leaving him in just his boxers, relieving some of the tightness that came with his restricting pants, making YN's mouth water as she admires his size

Draco palms himself through his boxers a bit, muttering "fuck", getting his member to stand up proud and tall. He pulls down YN's skirt and almost drools at the sight of a large wet spot on her panties

YN stands up, pulls her panties off, and drops to her knees in front of Draco.

She pulls down his boxers, finally freeing his painfully hard, leaking cock. She stares in awe as he springs free, guessing he's probably around 8.5 inches long. YN feels more of her wetness pooling, desperate for him

She takes his dick in her small hands, and gently licks his slit before barely sucking on only his tip, teasing him with her mouth.

Just then, Draco notices that YN is lightly bouncing around, her heat hovering over the floor, clearly begging for attention.

"Get up", Draco orders

YN stands up, and looks down at the floor after feeling how slick the insides of her legs were

"Look at the mess you made, you dirty girl.", Draco says, pointing to the puddle of arousal that dripped from her when she was on the floor

"Be a good slut and get on the bed", he orders

YN eagerly does as he says, and lays on her back, facing up on his bed

"Do you want me to fuck you?", Draco teasingly asks

YN moans at his words and manages to get out a "Daddy please"

"Fucking hell, Princess", Draco practically groans in pleasure, licking his lips in anticipation

"Daddy's little whore is gonna lay there and be good, yeah?"

YN eagerly nods her head, whining, begging to be touched

Draco scoffs at her desperation, before kneeling down and slowly inserting his middle finger into YN's hole

Euphoria.

That's what YN feels.

"More, please. Please Draco I need more", YN begs

Draco doesn't give in though, he just smirks and continues pumping just his middle finger excruciatingly slow, in and out of her tight pussy.

YN is writhing at this point, beginning to kick her legs around in protest

"Draco, please I need more please", YN whines, almost in tears, making Draco's cock leak with precum

"You need more?", he asks, locking his eyes with hers

"Yes! Please!", YN excitedly says

Draco pulls his middle finger out of her pussy, and sucks on it, moaning at the taste. Then, he pushes his thick cock into her slick hole, shocking her body and causing her to clench around him, almost making her cum then and there

Draco groans and throws his head back in pleasure, before gently rocking into YN at a slow pace, causing her to scream, her body unsure how to accept his cock

"DADDY! It's so good, it's too good"

"Sshhh baby, Scorp will hear", Draco stops and says, gently caressing her face

YN grabs her wand off of the nightstand despite her shaking body, points it at the door and says, "muffliato" before putting her wand back and desperately trying to fuck herself on him to no avail

Draco's eyes turn dark again seeing her pathetic attempts to get herself off. "You filthy girl", Draco says, pounding into her, sheathing in and out of her, against her slick, tight walls.

Tears begin rolling down YN's cheeks, her mouth permanently stuck open as Draco thrusts in and out of her as hard as he can, rocking the bed and making the headboard hit the wall with every thrust.

"Fuck, baby", Draco huffs

Draco takes his right hand and places it around YN's throat, choking her and doubling her pleasure as he speeds up his pace, sensing himself growing closer

Not even 20 seconds after, YN starts shaking, she clenches around him HARD, and she hits her high HARD, starts convulsing, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she finally cums on his cock.

Her clenching pushes Draco over his edge too, and she milks him dry with her convulsing, quivering pussy, swallowing up all of his cum, keeping it buried deep inside of her

They both stay in that position for a couple of minutes, catching their breaths before Draco carefully pulls out his cock, causing her walls to flutter, clenching around nothing

Draco lays down next to YN, who's already almost asleep, and he whispers, "you okay?"

YN replies with "so good.... So tired"

Draco lightly chuckles before pulling his body up to hers, hissing her forehead and falling into a deep and exhausted sleep.

The end

(of this one-shot)

;)

#draco smut #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco x you #slytherin #dad!draco

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tealeafgrimm · 2 years

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Late Nights

Dad!Draco Malfoy x Mom!Reader Words: 816 Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night to find the other side of the bed deserted. A hushed voice outside the bedroom tells you that your husband is taking care of your baby. You go and investigate.

Groaning, you rubbed your eyes sleepily and sat up in your bed. To say you were exhausted would be an understatement. The last few days had been a nightmare. Your baby had started teething, and the fussing, whining and crying kept you busy every minute of the day and most of the night. But now it wasn't the usual crying from the nursery down the hall that woke you. It was the feeling that something was missing. Or rather, someone. Narrowing your eyes, you tried to make out something in the darkness, looking around the room and reaching out a hand to the other side of the bed, only to find it empty.

"Draco? Are you here?", you whispered into the darkness, but there was no answer. Now you saw that the light in the hallway must have been turned on, because a small beam of light shone under the door. And now you could hear it. A soft whimpering and a muffled voice. Slowly you got out of bed. You put on your slippers and wrapped your pajamas around you before walking to the door. You squinted as you stepped into the brightly lit hallway. Stumbling, still sleepy and blinded by the sudden light, you walked towards the nursery.

"Shh, you'll wake up mommy. We don't want that, do we?" The door was ajar, and you could see Draco pacing the room, hugging your son close to his chest. Although it was obviously not the first time you had seen your husband interact with your son, your heart leapt. When you had been pregnant, Draco had worried about being a good father, about being loving towards your child, but the second your son was in his arms, he was the most wonderful father you could have asked for. As he walked back and forth, you caught a glimpse of your baby’s face. His cheeks were wet and you could tell that he had been crying. Why had you not woken up? How long had he been crying? Why had Draco not woken you up? A rush of gilt swept over you.

Careful to not scare the two of them, you opened the door and stepped into the room. At the sight of you, Draco stopped pacing the room? “Why aren’t you in bed?”, he asked and stepped over to you. “Woke up”, you shrugged, as you stroked the light blond fuss on the baby’s head. “How long have you been in here?”, you asked after a while in which the two of you watched your son. “Maybe half an hour? He was crying. I think his gum is hurting again. I gave him a bit of the potion my mum brought for us”, he told you, beginning to pace the room again, as the little boy began to wail again.

"Why didn't you wake me up? I would have." "You've had him all day. I know you were tired, so I thought I'd let you rest. I don't spend enough time with him anyway." "That's not true, Draco. You spend a lot of time with him. And I don't mind getting up at night. You have work in the morning, you need your sleep." You held out your hand, expecting him to hand you your son, but instead Draco just shook his head. "And I don't mind this either. Work isn't that important. I've already told them that I'm going to cut back on my hours a little bit. I want to spend more time with you and him. Go back to bed, he's falling asleep again, I'll be with you in a few minutes." You looked at your son. His eyes were getting heavy again and it was clear he was having a hard time keeping them open.

You kissed your son on the forehead and retreated back to your bedroom, leaving the door open. It was only about ten minutes before Draco came back to bed as well. "He's sound asleep. I hope he sleeps through the rest of the night," he whispered as he lay down next to you. "Thank you for taking care of him." You snuggled closer to him and rested your head on his chest. Draco's hand came to rest on your arm. "When you say it like that, it sounds like you never do anything," he laughed. "You know what I mean," you smiled, lifting your head and pressing a kiss to his lips. "I'm the one who has to thank you. You're a wonderful mother and I know you've been under a lot of stress lately. I'm sorry I'm not home more often, but I promise you that from now on I'll try to spend more time with the two of you." "Let's not think about that now. It's late...or early...or whatever time it is. We can talk about it tomorrow, okay?" "You're right. Good night, love."

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prttydolls · 2 years

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happy birthday daddy !

summary : draco never really liked his birthday ever since the war has ended, but you were determined to change his mind and so did your son.

warning(s) : none

author’s note : i am so rusty with fluff .

draco didn't like his birthday, it reminded him of how he was a brat when he was a child. demanding everything to be placed at a silver platter .

ever since the war he felt utter shit, knowing kids his age at that time rarely get presents while he gets them whenever he wants.

thats why he stopped caring about his birthday.

but you obviously wanted to celebrate his birthday, and also congratulate him for stopping his hatred to muggleborns , and halfbloods. you and scorpius had something in plan when draco was asleep, the night before his birthday.

scorpius made a drawing of 3 stickmans holding hands, each one indicating the names. “best dada” “pretty mama” and “me”.

you baked dracos favorite cake, and got something really special for him.

a silver ring locket, with your family picture inside. you smile at the ring everytime you see it, you knew deep down this was going to be perfect.

and other gifts you got for draco, is just for the both of you at night. (ifykyk)

you quickly tiptoed with scorpius and gently placed the cake on the bed side table.

you signalled scorpius the wake draco up.. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADA!!!!!” scroupius greeted as he jumped onto the bed, and hugged the sleeping blonde.

draco immediately woke up and smiled at the toddler in front of him. “happy birthday darling!” you gave him a loving peck on his cheek .

“woah, whats all this? you do know i dont celebrate my birthday anymore” he chuckled. “well, yeah but we really wanna celebrate it just once” you said as Scorpius picked up his doodle to show his daddy.

“daddy heres my birthday present! me and mama made it” the smaller blonde proudly showed off, he looked and acted exactly like draco.

draco smiled at his child and hugged the both of you tightly. “thank you both, i really dont deserve the both of you.”

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lazydreamer19 · 2 years

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✒📜 Jo March: dad!draco and scorpius making snow angels😻

Snow Angel

Genre: Fluff

Dad!Draco× Mom! Reader

Warnings: None.

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"Lay down now Scorp, wait-"

Draco crouched down to his son's height to make sure that his jacket was pulled up properly so that no snow could enter and get him sick.

"Daddy! Look Snow!" The four year old babbled.

"Yes, I know my dear, we are going to make snow angels. For that I need you to lay down."

"Okay."

Y/n rested her head on the back door with a cup of steaming hot coffee in her hands and a huge smile on her face,as she watched the two most important people of her life create memories. Her smile widened as she watched Draco move his arms wide up and down, showing the movements to his son. Scorpius did exactly that,but when it came to the leg movements, he failed to understand what his Daddy was trying to convey.

"Hey Y/n, why don't you come here and show Scorp how to move his legs for the angel?"

"Draco,it's just the three of us in here,no one's watching you. Just show him."

Heaving a sigh, he laid down next to Scorpius and showed him the movements which Scorpius followed like the obedient son he was.

"Daddy,look, it's an angel. I made a snow angel!"

"Yes you did, Bubs! I'm so proud of you! I love you and your mum so much!"

"I love you too, Daddy and also Mommy!"

A/n: I hope you liked it and it was up to your expectations, thanks for the idea @angelzone !

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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HEAR ME OUT, DARK ROYAL AU! WITH DRACO MALFOY… GIGGLING 🤭

I love this so much😭I ended up talking with them about this request and we talked about tons of little details and it’s adorable I love it!!! (I do take high school level French so I know a little like enough to where I formed most of these sentences on my own but pls let me know if I say anything wrong!!)

Royal au x Draco

(King and single dad!draco x French teacher!reader)

Tw- cursing in French and English, my French is bad I can’t use the curse words and other phrases I know in French because they’re a dialect so I google translated the cursing and a few phrases in addition to the letter which was translated by the requester(if there’s some mistranslated things let me know because I suck at translations😭)nightmares, pls let me know if I missed anything idk if I did but just in case!!

When Draco hired you to teach Scorpius French, it was a hassle keeping him even relatively interested in it, and it was rather difficult for him to remember any of it sense, Draco wasn’t able to speak French with him, he had lessons maybe three times a week and didn’t like to study and when he did want to study he didn’t have the time to do any of it before being whisked away to an etiquette class.

“Alright, so from the beginning introduce yourself.” You smile softly at Scorpius when he nod’s determinedly the expression looking odd on a five year old.

“Je m’appelle Scorpius” he lets out a little breath at getting through the first sentence

“Good job Scorpius, now onto your pets.”

“Je possede un chat. Elle s’appelle Luna. Elle suis chat blanche”

“You did so well!” You give him a little high five before pushing his blond almost white hair away from his eyes, “what do you want to talk about next?”

You watch as he taps his chin thinking about what thing he’d like to be the subject of his next lesson, “uhm lets do…dad’s birthday” Yoh smile fondly.

You knew Scorpius was excited, every year for the King’s birthday they’d have a big party and until Scorpius would have his debut he couldn’t have a party, which was fine he just got to attend his dad’s which he had fun with!

“Alright we can start that next lesson than…how about we think about what we’re going to get your dad for his birthday” Scorpius nods excitedly.

Sometimes Draco pissed you off and thaf was ok, it was fine nothing major as long as he couldn’t understand your French cursing you were fine.

For instance the one time he came in lecturing you about how Scorpius didn’t have time for his etiquette classes because you’d asked for him to study.

“Please Scorpius doesn’t even study!” You huff out and Draco rolls his eyes.

“Excuse me! He reads the book at night!”

“That’s not studying!” You shout as he turns his back to leave the room shouting a ‘yes it is’ right back

“Oh, va te faire foutre” you pull the doors shut behind him before storming over to the desk.

“Madame Y/n?” You hum in acknowledgment of Scorpius as you sift through your pile of lesson plans, “what does” you can see it coming from a mile away but you can’t open your mouth fast enough to tell him not to say kiss my ass in French.

“Va te faire foutre mean?” And he’s looking up at you with the most adorably wide innocent eyes.

“Scorp, you can’t say that it’s a curse word only grown ups like me and your daddy can say that ok?” He nods you know he’s got no concept of curse words but you can’t help but pay his head and praise him for being such a good kid.

Now mind you, you were still a bit pissed at Draco but it was a requirement to get him a gift so why not make him work for it. First you begin searching in every book you own for a decent riddle, this wasn’t going to be the difficult part.

Once you’d finally found one you smiled victoriously as you wrote it down in the note book. Scorpius had been long gone from the dark and empty library by now telling you he had to go to piano lessons. You could never understand how such an adorable little boy lived in such a cold and cruel castle. While Draco was no where near a bad father, it was clear he was a little lost on certain things with the way that he’d practically dragged himself to your room multiple times throughout the year to ask you questions about raising children as if you’d known more than him, always spilling out the excuse that you’ve worked with more kids than he has anyways!

He wasn’t a bad guy you’ll give him that.

You giggle slightly writing the note,

“To gain your gift solve the riddle- Je n’ai pas de début ou de fin, je n’ai pas d’amis ou de mère. Je t’envoie souvent des peurs, et toi, quand tu penses à moi, une larme te glisse sur le visage. C’est à quel point je suis juste et propre - c’est connu, comme l’air et le vent que vous ne pouvez pas maîtriser, Je vais toujours passer à autre chose, tandis que ton cœur se durcit comme de la pierre” it was highly likely that you’d have to let Scorpius translate the riddle for Draco but that was ok, this was your own little way of getting Scorpius to study and as a bonus spend time with Draco.

So he’d sat across from his dad telling him each individual word, until finally Draco had written out, “I have no beginning or end, I have no friends or mother. I often send you fears, and you, when you think of me, a tear slips down your face. It's how fair and clean I am - it's known, like the air and the wind you can't control, I'll always move on, while your heart hardens like stone"

However what you didn’t expect was to see Draco chasing Scorpius throughout the house as he giggled wildly watching as Draco chased him write into the garden before finally catching up to him and settling him onto his hip.

“Are you going to tell me yet?” He asks after he’s tickled him a bit and Scorpius giggles before telling him no again.

And true to his word Scorpius refused to give him the answers to the riddle after he had translated it to English for him.

So for the next week and a half you watched Draco go through his whole library and bedroom looking for the riddle but because poor Scorpius isn’t the best translator, some of the words were missing which caused Draco to miss the vital clues that could have lead to an answers.

So after he couldn’t find it in the books he asked all the staff who were just as clueless.

That meant when time came for the party, the one you really didn’t want to attend draco didn’t get his gift.

Which really through him off actually. He’s never met a woman who didn’t fall to his feet the minute he breathed, much less made him work for their attention, he was enthralled. You were different, you treated Scorpius well, you had a great personality, you were pretty, and you were just someone he could see himself with…what is he thinking right now?

He shakes his head slightly trying not to draw attention in the middle of the party which is over before any of you know it.

Draco tiredly drags himself to your bedroom already in his night clothes, he might as well ask what the answer was.

After listening to him tiredly ramble from the foot of the bed your soft giggles filled the room, “it’s the time Draco, the answer is the time” his eyes widen in surprise, “really?” You nod a little laugh bubbling in your throat, you never new he could be so cute.

“So what was the gift?” He’s looking at you like an excited puppy, “uhmmm” his face drops, you knew he couldn’t solve it was that your intention did you not like him that much?

“I was going to let you pick really” you pick at your comforter as a smile works it’s way across Draco’s face.

“So hypothetically if I would have gotten it you would have given me a date?”

“Depends on the person like if you asked for a date from-“ he cuts you off

“You of course”

“Oh…well I would…but if you asked nice enough you can still have one” you both are interrupted by the little knock on your door, it’s Scorpius he’s likely had a nightmare he always comes around this time when he has nightmares.

When he opens the door you can see the tears that well in his eyes, “oh honey” you whisper softly and before Draco can move to comfort his baby boy Scorpius is wrapped up in your arms asking if you can read a book to him.

Draco blinks a bit realizing why exactly Scorpius would go to you instead of Draco who worked in his office at this time…but that was ok as long as he felt safe and loved

Let me know if you guys like want a part two or just anything else because I love requests so much!!!

#anons #1000 followers prompt #reader insert #x reader #single dad!draco x reader #single dad!draco #dad!draco x reader #dad!draco #draco malfoy #draco x reader #king!draco x reader #royal au

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