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nobodybutapathetic · 11 months

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My Little Birthday Boy

Pairing: birthday boy Draco and Y/N

Summary: It was finally the moment you’ve been waiting for. The birthday of the one and only Draco Malfoy. You then decided to surprise him as it was June 5…

Warning: cuteness

A/N: AAAAA IT’S FINALLY DRACO’S BIRTHDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DRACO! YOU ARE LOVED BY US 💚

(Also, I’m sorry for not really being active here on tumblr I was too busy in TikTok lol q-q hope y’all understand and enjoy!)

“Y/N! Guess what?!” Pansy yelled, shaking my arms.

“Ow Pansy! What is it?” I said, turning my head to her while raising a brow.

“Do you really not know?” She asked.

“What do you mea-“ I paused then finally realized what today was.

“It’s Draco’s birthday!” I said, excitingly.

“Mhm finally! Took you a bit long!” She chuckled as she pointed at her bed filled with presents.

“Wow you actually bought a lot of gifts.” I said, surprised.

”Of course! He’s our best friend anyway!” She chuckled then raised a brow, “How about you? Have you gotten him anything?” She asked.

“Yes I did actually.” I said, pulling out a medium box that had so many things inside.

“Woah that’s a big box! Can I see what’s inside pretty please?” She asked, giving me puppy eyes.

“You’ll see at Draco’s birthday, Pansy. I don’t wanna spoil it to anyone other than myself!” I said, hiding the box somewhere in my vanity.

”Ugh fine. But anyways, there’s a few more hours left before his birthday starts. How about we go wear some dresses to impress him?” She suggested, giving me a wink.

“Sounds fun!” I said, smiling as we both chose our dresses.

A few hours later, it was finally Draco’s birthday. Me and Pansy looked absolutely stunning as she had a black long dress on as I had a red short dress. I wore light makeup as Pansy wore something thick. She really wanted to catch Draco’s impression as she held the gifts for Draco to give him.

“Are you ready to go now?” Pansy asked, seeming more excited.

“Mhm.” I said, nodding as I held the present box. I know I only brought a single medium box filled with things but I had one certain gift that I’ll give Draco in the end…

Pansy then apparated us to the Malfoy Manor’s door step, knocking on the door as it flung open, only to reveal the room being decorated with such beautiful and exquisite accessories. Although, one that outshined the most was the “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DRACO!” Letters floating in the air with sparkles by magic. Draco then saw us and approached us with a big smile.

“Hey ladies! It’s nice to know you came!” He smiled before talking again. “Please enter! And you can leave the presents over there” He said, pointing at the huge table filled with lots of gifts.

“Alright!” Me and Pansy said in unison as we both entered inside the mesmerizing manor, placing the gifts on the table filled with other various gifts.

“It’s lovely here, Draco!” I said, coming up to him.

“Well, it isn’t as lovely as you~” He winked, which made me blush.

“Oh stop with the flirting, Draco.” I said, rolling my eyes.

Draco chuckled. “Yeah yeah. Anyways, watch me blow the candle later, ‘kay?” He asked which I nodded at.

“Of course.” I said, smiling.

A few minutes later, Draco sat on the fancy chair as we sang him a happy birthday. After all the singing, Draco blew the candles out as we all clapped.

“Thank you all!” He said, smiling as he stood up and sliced the cake.

“Happy birthday, Draco!” I said, giving him a smile.

“Thanks, Y/N” He smiled.

“Why don’t you open your gifts now?” I said, still smiling at him, waiting for his response.

“Yeah sure! I’ll start with..” He started thinking as he chose a random gift. “This?” He asked as I nodded.

After a few minutes of Draco opening some gifts, he then opened mines.

“I gave that gift, by the way!” I smiled as he looked at me and returned the smile.

“Wow really? Well I must say, it’s really too much!” He said, chuckling until he opened the cover and gasped.

“W-what?! A full set of the new black suit clothes!? I always wanted to get this but.. it never came out!” He then turned to me and gave me a hug as I chuckled and hugged him back.

“Did you like it?” I smiled.

“I don’t like it.. I love it!” He said, smiling as he then looked at the box again. “Thank you thank you thank you so much!” He said, hugging me again but tightly.

“Anytime! But there’s also one more gift I wanna give you..” I said, this time blushing.

“Huh? What is it?” He said, curiously.

“This.” I said before leaning in, giving him a kiss.

His eyes widened at the sudden movement of mine until he gave in, pulling me by my waist as he kissed me back.

I then pulled away and looked into his eyes.

“Wow I-.. Just.. Woah.. I didn’t expect that you’d do that but.. Merlin… This gotta be the best gift of my life!” He said, smiling as he blushed crazily. I just giggled at his response as I sigh happily.

“Sorry. I thought you’d like it” I said, rubbing my shoulders.

“Well I do! Mind giving me it again?” He asked, shyly.

“Yeah sure!” I said before wrapping my arms around him and kissing him again.

After a few seconds of kissing, we pulled away.

“I’m really happy that we’re together now.. you’re just so special, you know? I’m really the luckiest birthday boy to exist!” He said, happily.

“I’m happy too.” I said, caressing his cheeks as I looked at him lovingly.

“I love you.” He said, smiling softly.

“I love you too, Draco.” I said smiling.

“Then again, happy birthday, Draco.”

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aiuredsworld · 11 months

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I wish me a happy birthday

Alright, i just made an account here. Mostly I’m in twitter where i considers my safe realm and spill all my heart out. Still, my arts are posted in my “official” art account on IG but i found out that ig’s algorithm nowadays somehow sucks so that’s why i move my stuffs to tunblr. I’m gonna repost my old works here to have all my accounts in the same pace so pls bare with the repetition 🙏🏻

#draco #draco fanart #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #drarry #hpdm #Hogwarts sixth year #hogwarts #love yourself #happy birthday draco malfoy

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chanelslibrary · 11 months

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.•°𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰°•.

𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘣𝘥𝘢𝘺🐉

𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘓𝘔.

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iicarusflew · 2 years

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Astronomy

Every star is born with the electrifying possibility to burn as bright as the sun, before collapsing in itself by the force of everything else.

In the end, nothing is as remarkable as the anticipation of it.

On the night of his nineteenth birthday, Draco Malfoy ponders on the history of his eponym and tries to decide if he is doomed like the constellation. If all he’s ever going to be is the grimy mould he finds himself coiled by already. And if it’s true, if all we are is what we’ve been, then Hermione Granger might actually be right on her decision to leave him for good.

The birth of a star is a tedious thing.

In theory it sounds remarkable; floating masses of clouds collapsing on each other by the force of gravity, the pull of the mass being unbearable, unignorable. It takes an excruciating amount of miracles to happen at exactly the right time, the right place, for enough energy to build, for the molecules in the gasses and particles to start fusing with one another and form the protostar, which then goes onward to a new life.

Every star is born with the electrifying possibility to burn as bright as the sun, before collapsing in itself by the force of everything else.

In the end, nothing is as remarkable as the anticipation of it.

___

It’s unseasonably cold in the astronomy tower. Dark as well, heavy masses of clouds hide everything from the stars to the moon away from the prying, hopeful eyes of people like Draco Malfoy, amateur astronomer, foolish boy. The darkness unnerved him a little, even after all this time, even after all the darkness he coiled in before, and he wondered for a moment if he could go back to the common room and face Pansy with some semblance of dignity. Pansy who with flushed cheeks and the shrill, excruciatingly caring voice, argued with him. The remnants of the conversation treks his thoughts and he sighs. He could go back, he could—

No.

In the end he decided to wait it out, the chill, the dark. And like almost all the other times, it set in. He swings his legs passively from the edge of the parapet now. He stares up at the sky but there isn’t much to see, he stares down at the front gates and there isn’t anything to look forward to. He thinks of whistling after a few moments. After it’s as close to comfort as he can get. The cold felt like a familiar sheet of skin on top of his own. The darkness now feels like his shadow.

It’s good , he tells himself. It’s perfect.

There is an unopened gift box beside him. Green and silver wrapped, shiny. Even the covering gives the aura of senseless wealth. Well, wealth and his mother. When he picked it up from his owl this morning it felt like wood, it felt heavy. The letter in his hand is unopened, too. The seal of it bears the proud Malfoy emblem. On the top left corner of the back of the envelope, his mother’s slant handwriting reads—

To my dearest son, you are as bright as the constellations.

He snorts involuntarily. His mother has a habit of sending his gifts a day before his birthday so he wouldn’t have to wait even a second. His mother has a habit of overplaying his rather frail achievements.

___

The constellation that he is named after used to be a remarkable thing. One of the brightest stars of the constellation Draco, Thuban, was the pole star, the very centre of heaven. Heaven rotated around the axis of its star and Draco was the proud and undeterred centre, a symbol of eternity.

But the earth moved on. Slowly, deliberately, changed its axis. So now Draco is not the centre, not anything remarkable at all. Just a blot in the sky with a rich, crowning, overplayed history. It stands as a remembrance of the past and the ancient fascination and myths made by men, myths of dragons and heros and eternity. While in reality, it’s not even the largest constellation, nor the brightest. Its value is in its past, its history is everything that’s remarkable about it. That’s ever going to be remarkable about it.

Draco thinks it’s quite poetic, if he’s honest.

He thinks his parents have named him perfectly.

___

He picks up his gift again, absentmindedly thinking about what demands he’d made to his mother a year or two ago. His mother is a determined woman. Her love is as tenacious and tedious as the birth of a star.

He thinks he asked for a new telescope.

He doesn’t think he’ll be needing it anytime soon. And anyway, birthdays are overrated, self-serving. Nothing changes after you’ve been in the earth for another year. Nothing but more mistakes and regrets.

And god he misses Pansy and her senseless nihilism they used to share. The philosophy is losing her as she’s running around with Potter. And it’s even worse, one of them being sure stings worse than neither of them being sure. And it’s worse that he thought he was happy, that he’s finally found something— someone— to hold on to. But the memory of this morning stings his head still as he shivers from the unlikely cold in the astronomy tower, still as he feels the excruciating, nauseating burn of being alone, he stands by it. Having a birthday party as their common room seemed like the anatomy of a disaster, with all the conflicting loyalties and shifting perspectives. A few months ago, Pansy would get that. Unfortunately, dating Potter has a rather glowing, nauseating effect on her.

He wonders what effect he shows. Dating—

“There you are,” a tersely familiar voice calls from behind. And he straightens up a little, makes a shift in his space like it’s a habit.

Hermione Granger doesn’t budge when he doesn’t answer. She waits a moment, an eternity, then the steady taps of his feet make his heart stutter as the realization—stupid, familiar realization—hits that she isn’t going away this time either.

She sits beside him. And the familiar gust of her perfume—cinnamon and clove—makes the air warmer, it seems. Makes it more humid. More like reminiscence.

“What are you doing here?” she says, her voice a sharp, citrusy cut in the air. It makes him trip back from his thoughts about stars and supernovas and the universe and land to the memory of three days back. Her hushed moans when he got down on his knees in the corner of the empty Potions classroom and—

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

Her voice. Please and oh gosh and more, Draco. And you’re so good, Draco.

She’s always hard on praises. And saying his name, and constructing his doom.

Her voice. It makes him warm amidst the chilly brush of night air.

I’ve been looking for you everywhere. How nice, how soft, how unlike what he deserves.

“Why?”

It’s a game of theirs. A rather one sided, self-deprecating game. Hermione Granger tries to be nice to him, he tries to thwart all the warm advances of her well-meaning heart with a force that should be commedable, that should be enough, but somehow isn’t. Somehow he still finds himself cornered with her, with his lips on hers and his hands around her throat not gripping, but squeezing. Softly, like he’s handling something delicate, like he’s handling his own scared heart in the gap between his palms. He angles their bodies perfectly when they kiss, not one inch of gap between them. Not one tiny scrap of air as he dips in and tastes her.

Granger tries to be delicate with him as well and in return gets something harsh. Something he hides—well, used to hide —in the locked closet of his heart. Some animal with a snarl and grimy talons and a jagged laceration on the middle of his chest made with his own claws. It’s something visceral that she brings out of him. It’s painful.

An ache.

A plea.

A wish.

Granger pffts. There’s a rustle of her robes as she sits beside him, feet hanging off the rails in imitation. He stares at the night sky littered with dead stars. He imagines her rolling her eyes. “Will you ever get tired of asking it?”

“Only if you get tired of answering it.”

She sighs in answer, but Draco knows the intricacies of her expressions by now. She’s not exasperated, she’s apprehensive. She is toying with him, enjoying the habit of being close to him.

“I was looking for you because I brought something for you.”

That cuts his gaze. He hesitates before tilting his head to find her staring at him the way she always does. Unafraid. Undeterred. She looks pretty in the rippling light of the moon. Hair askew, rouge frizzy strands everywhere like a haystack; the bags under her eyes are shadowed, hollowed in the mellow light. Her eyes are darker. She’s smiling.

“Happy birthday.”

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The newborn star is sometimes larger than even the sun, burning softer, mellower. Centaurs can observe such a thing with their naked eyes. The young star is a brilliant green mist with bursts of red around its edges, with unfused clouds and dust particles cocooning its sides. Draco has a telescope his father gifted him for his sixth birthday, it was charmed to look through space-time and watch the course of a star from the past, into the future. He used it the night of his sixth birthday. He couldn’t understand any of it, but he thought it looked magnificent.

Now he knows better. The birth of a star takes a million years. A million, precarious years to burn and fuse and become . At first a star sprouts out to be as big as the sun, and just as bright. But nature intervenes. The energy inside it burns and burns out and dies little by little. And the end result is something much less remarkable than the beginning suggested.

The death of a star… well.

Stars take a billion years to burn out. Sometimes it becomes a red giant before bursting into an explosive supernova. Sometimes it spreads its carcass over the cosmos and sometimes it takes eons to recover from the heat of its leftovers. But other times they die quietly, with a broken dignity. Sometimes it turns into a dark star without much of a show. And there it goes. It becomes invisible to even the centaurs.

He wonders how it might feel to be as invisible as a dark star.

His eyes cut from her face to her hand. She has a little box in her outstretched palm. A dark, velvety box, small enough for really one thing.

For a moment he can’t reply. There’s a thick blanket of air surrounding them, at this moment, at every moment they meet. And it’s glimmering, it’s shiny, it’s a sphere of trapped time and wishes.

“How did you know?” he bleats out finally.

She purses her lips, narrows her eyes. He’s never met anyone as open as her before. Every line of her face betrays—always betrays—what she’s thinking. He’s never been so fascinated by this sort of idiosyncrasy before.

She thinks it’s a ridiculous question, but it’s not. Draco knows it isn’t. There is no conceivable reason for her to—

“Why won’t I know?”

He blinks. She rolls her eyes.

“When is my birthday?”

The answer trips from out of his mouth as instantly as it trips in his brain. He can’t stop it. He says, “September nineteenth.”

She raises her eyebrows. See? she’s thinking. And he does see now. His eyes widen, lips part and he vaguely remembers that he ought to feel embarrassed, for being proved wrong, for being called out on the facade. But—

“Oh,” he is all that comes out of his parched mouth. “Oh.”

She smiles again. Really, how can she not run out of them? “You’re supposed to take the gift, Draco.”

He does. Picks up the box without making it obvious that he’s avoiding touching her skin. He silently undoes the tiny latch on the box, his heart in his stomach, his throat, his brain—anywhere but where it should be. And its beating is a harsh, rough cry for help. And the box is so obvious, such a thin veil hiding what’s inside, he can already see what’s inside it.

The ring is propped up against the small cushions inside the box, the velvety green cushion brightens the silver of it. When he plucks it up, tilts it to the light, he sees the miniscule stars engraved on the metal, scatter of stars pleated into the skin, joined by a single, connecting thread. He doesn’t need to count the numbers to know how many are there. The stars shimmers, just like the—

“The constellation Draco,” Granger says, breathes out, really, with the huff and puff and exasperated breathlessness unique to her. To her, for him. “I thought—well, since your name means something so beautiful, I thought… I mean…”

“What are you doing?” he snaps.

“What?”

“What are you doing here with me? Why are you giving me gifts? I never gave you gifts.”

Granger blinks, as if suddenly cut off from a daze. “I—uh, what?”

“Why are you giving me this gift?” He gets up, backs up from her so he can breathe functionally. Hermione’s stare follow him and he is trying so fucking hard not to let the crack in his ribcage show. The crack that’s been settling since this morning, since he overheard her say—

“It’s your birthday, Draco.”

“I know .” He does. And he also knows gifts are just a gateway to pillage. His father was a politician. He knows that you give something to get something. The bulls lead as an offering were trussed up with flowers and honey in ancient Greece. The offering was burnt up in a fire as big as a tower. Staring at Hermione Granger’s pretty, lovely face, Draco is sure the fire looked just as magnificent as she does.

“Well, I—you…”

“I know why you’re giving me this,” his voice comes out hoarse, strangled.

“Because it’s—”

“Because you want to break up with me.”

She looks completely aghast. “Excuse me?”

Oh god. Is this the moment where she tells him they weren’t in a relationship to begin with?

“I heard you talking to Potter this morning.”

She blinks. There’s a flutter of clarity before it muddles up again. Draco can’t look away for the love of his sanity. “I still don’t understand,” she says, but she trembles.

“I heard you.” His teeth mash together. The two of them were standing against the wall in front of Charms. He was hunched behind the giant pillar beside. “You said the next summer is going to change everything. You said… you’ll end it.”

Her eyes widen. She gets up now. “Oh, Draco—”

“And… I get it, okay? I—this was all…” Too big to hope, too big to ask for. “We are both so different. And I know you’ll try to make it easier for me because I know you have stupid saviour complex and I know you don’t want to do more damage to me as it is, but, Merlin fuck, Granger, you don’t need to try so hard to… but Potter?”

“Draco, this wasn’t—”

“You couldn’t tell me? You had to ask for his fucking—”

“Draco, stop!”

He does. Partly because of her shrillness, partly because he is finally short on air.

“I wasn’t going to… I was telling him that I decided to have sex with you!”

“What?”

Her voice catches on itself. “The final barrier. The… bridge I wasn’t ready to cross. I was telling him—”

“You’ll end it.”

“End this stupid habit of reparation. Building forts and distancing between myself and what makes me happy. It’s burning me out, not being completely honest. Surrounding myself with excuses, but I… I wasn’t thinking of breaking up with you.”

“Am I burning you out?”

“ What?” she bleats. “No. That’s… that’s the complete opposite of what I said.”

He is heaving. He has a hard time believing her. “You said this vacation will change everything.”

“Yes. It will. If you were going to eavesdrop, you should’ve waited for the entire context.”

“But you… but I—” How could she not be ready to leave him? All he does is hiss and bite and slither inside the skin he has hated his entire life. He knows in the few months of being with her that she can see past all this… but then why doesn’t she coil in disgust?

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Hermione moves forward. The gap between their bodies is contracted until there’s nothing else, until she’s just there. And half of him wants to get away from her to do the noble thing, half of him wants to never let her go.

Anticipation is all he feels. Trepidation. The shiver the spark the electricity of it. It’s been there since the start of this year, it’s been consistent every time they kiss. Every step he takes to her he takes thinking about the next one, and the one after that. Everything is a pandemonium and a premonition. Drop to your knees like it’s a prayer, taste her, make her come. Make sure you didn’t wear the mask when you got out of your dorm, make sure your mask doesn’t fall off anyway. Treat her good, make her feel good to make up for all the times you couldn’t— didn’t.

He tries to do that… all of that. But it doesn’t work. He keep leaking out the rotten parts of him as well. Stars showing the scars, starts being too intimate, too personal… too honest. He moans out requests when she is breaking in front of him, when he’s most vulnerable.

Tell me how I make you feel, he pants, his lips glistening from the wetness of her. Her answering whimpers are the result of him sucking on her swollen clit.

Is it good? Because he’s only ever been as good as people saw him.

In the height of her orgasm she only offers, Yes, so good so good

But when they recover, she tells him more. He is good, he is brilliant and curious and empathetic and—

“Leaving you is the farthest thing from my mind,” she whispers.

“Granger—”

“You’re kind of the only thing that makes my life bearable.”

She’s as bright as the star. But stars burn out. The fuel that makes them shimmer and shine also makes them spent. The warmth Hermione Granger brings in people’s lives must chafe away her own self-preservation. A star takes a billion years to perish; how much longer does she have? How is that compromised if she hovers around the likes of him?

Draco, as ancient a history as the constellation he is named after. Once the centre of heaven, now pushed to the side.

Before he can stop himself, he is whispering too, “It can’t work. Granger… Hermione, I am—you are—”

“What?”

“Don’t you see? I’m ancient history. My story’s already been written. I’m rotten. I am… nothing.”

She stands on her toes, circles her hands around the nape of his neck. “You are everything .”

He scoffs. She is the tenacious sort, too.

She pulls him closer. She is the only thing visible in the hollow world. “You’re not any more damaged than the rest of us, Draco. You just decide to punish yourself for it. Under all this resistance I know—I’ve seen— who you really are. You’re not as hopeless as you think you are. You are strong and brilliant and tenacious . I think I’m in love—”

He kisses her. It’s hurried, it’s rushed and sloppy because nothing is ever as good as the anticipation of it. The rest of the sentence get’s muffled in the space between their mouths. She chokes out a breath, a half moan as he slips his tongue inside her mouth. There is a grip on his hair, there’s a knot in his heart. He breaks down when they break apart.

“Tell me in the morning,” he whispers hoarsely. “In the light. Because I do. I love you. It scares me so much. I love you.”

Hermione’s eyes melt, shine and shimmer. It’s an entire ocean of words, it’s language in its entirety. He can spend his whole summer looking at them. He can spend a lifetime.

“I love you. I’ll say it again in the morning.”

There’s anticipation teeming for the next kiss. As thick and irreproachable as magic . Pure and undiluted. Magic coarse enough to burn his bones. strong enough to smooth whatever damage it’s going to leave. Absentmindedly, he wonders about the first man who discovered the constellation, his namesake. And about the one who determined it was the centre of the sky. And even more bleakly, at the back of his head, he wonders if it could rival the exhilaration that comes with the knowledge that there is something in this world who loves you even after seeing the very worst of you.

He doubts it.

She smells of cinnamon and books. The anticipation is electrifying, cursing his bones, mending it. He wonders how he looks to her. He thinks he knows the answer.

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The kiss, as it turns out, is just as good as the anticipation of it.

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enchanted--realm · 2 years

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Happy Birthday to my favorite book boyfriend 💕💗💖💗💕💌🖤💚🖤💚

#draco malfoy #happy birthday draco malfoy

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basiatlu · 8 months

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I saw it was @lqtraintracks ‘s birthday and I had to just shower my joy that you exist on this chaotic space rock. Happy Birthday!!!✨

Here’s a drawn scene from one of the 1st fics I read of yours ( click here if you wanna read it, too! Warning for 2300 words of steamy goodness if that’s not your thing I suppose).

#gift art #happy birthday #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #hpdm #unspeakable Malfoy #hp fanart #art #drawing #illustration #sketch #artists on tumblr #doodle #fic fanart #auror potter #ministry of magic #fic rec #boshdraws

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lunaduskxo · 7 months

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Happy Birthday to the brightest witch! 💫

#dramione #pro dramione #dramione ao3 #dramione fandom #dramione fanart #dramione art #queue #happy birthday hermione granger #hermione x draco #draco malfoy #dramione forever #hermione granger #hermione fanfiction #dramione fanfic #dhr fanfiction

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omniluci-estumbra · 8 months

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Happy Birthday Hermione! 🎂

I love when the Slytherins are overly excited to become Hermione’s friend (also Narcissa Malfoy didn’t raise her son to not be able to throw extravagant parties at the drop of a hat 💅)

#dramione #dramione fanart #draco malfoy #hermione granger #harry potter fan art #happy birthday #draco x hermione #pansy parkinson #theodore nott #blaise zabini

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garforprongs · 9 months

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Happy Birthday Harry! 🎂

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #my art #harry x draco #happy birthday harry #garforprongs

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bluebutter-art · 1 year

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Dear sweet @sitp-recs,

✨💜 Happy Birthday!!! 💜✨

This is a gift to you from the lovely @pennygalleon! It was such a delight getting to draw some festive drarry, so we hope this little gift can put a smile on your face! :D

Hope that this year brings you many many joy and happiness and all the sweet things you deserve!!!

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #happy birthday livvy!!! <3 #you deserve all the best things in this world!!!#drarry fanart #hp fanart #art commissions #thank you penny!!! <3 #two of my favourite people #my art

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atror173 · 11 months

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Happy Birthday Draco!

#hp art #draco malfoy #happy birthday draco #harry potter #malfoy

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aiuredsworld · 9 months

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HBD HARRY JAMES POTTER

#hpdm #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco be like #I can’t do this anymore this is so embarrassing #pansy be like #don’t you chicken out i will hex you #harry be like #staring warmly fondness all over the face #happy birthday harry potter #fred and george read out from wizard bible the vow #now you may kiss the bride #nev thought snapdragon'd make a great birthday gift

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pauleonotis · 1 year

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…I cannot not draw something for mermay xD

This scene is from one of my all time favorite fics The Curse of the Sea by @samyistrying !

#happy birthday samy!!! <3 #if anyone who happens to come across this and hasnt read this fic yet…#IT IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!!!#i just cannot let this fic gooo it’s too goooood xD #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry x draco #drarry fanfic #mermay #mermaid!draco #my art #to anyone whos reading the tags #have a great day or night!#<333

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babooshkart · 1 year

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cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other

happy birthday @nv-md 💕🤠💕

#I love you and I love how much you love cowboys #and i hope you have such a glorious birthday #I am coming to sit on your couch with a big bottle of wine and some good bread #you’re an angel and I adore you #drarry #drarry fanart #hp fanart #harry potter fanart #draco malfoy #harry potter #my art #draco malfoy fanart #drarry squad #hpdm #hp x dm #cowboys #cowboy drarry #everyone go wish Ali a happy birthday !!!!

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r-dee-art · 9 months

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"I'm bisexual," he said, because tomorrow he'd go back to being nothing to Malfoy. "Thoughts?" --- Art I did for the fantastic fic I'm reading: Cut From the Sky by @mallstars

Can't recommend this fic enough. Might be my favorite time loop fic I've ever read. Beautifully written, with moments of laugh-out-loud-in-public humor as well as poignant, heart-wrenching emotion. @mallstars your writing is so absorbing and detailed, which is part of what made drawing Draco's room so fun!

View in high quality on AO3 for all the juicy details!

#drarry fic rec #bisexual disaster harry potter #r.dee art #mallstars #drarry fanfic #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry potter fanart #time loop #happy birthday harry

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multiverse-of-fanfic · 9 months

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Happy Birthday, Harry!

Sleeping Beauty was one of my favorite movies as a kid. So, of course when I saw this anon ask on @sitp-recs dash, I knew I HAD to write this little birthday blurb

"Is it supposed to look so – "

"So what?" Draco snapped, whipping his head to his left to arch a sharp brow at Ron.

Ron floundered under the attention. "So, um, uh – "

"What Ron means to say," interjected Hermione, stepping forward with a gentle hand on Draco's shoulder and a pointed look towards her husband. "Is that it has a lot of character. Isn't that right, Ronald?"

Draco's head swiveled back towards his ginger critic to find him frantically nodding, his head moving up and down wildly as if on a hinge.

Pursing his lips, Draco turned back towards his creation. "I'll admit. It's not exactly what I'd originally had in mind."

And as if Draco's words were the panacea to his sudden – and welcome – silence, Ron stepped up and pointed at the cake. "So, it's not meant to be all crooked like that?"

"No," Draco said tersely.

"Have you got it stuck like that with a Stasis Charm?"

"Yes. It was either that or prop it up with a bloody broomstick. I haven't the time to bake another."

"Bake?" cried Ron. "You made this yourself?"

"Yes. Is that so hard to believe?"

"No," Ron snorted.

Draco turned and glared at him, but Hermione attached herself to his upper-arm with both hands and a cry of, "Oh, I think it's lovely, Draco."

And almost as one, the three of them turned towards the cake – its form leaning more and more the farther removed from the base tier it went. Icing in Gryffindor colors – Draco swore a part of himself died with each layer – dripped out from between the layers and down the side. All of it culminated with the heart made of cherries on the top.

Chewing on his bottom lip, Draco started to ask, "Do you think – "

"I'm sure Harry will love it. It's the thought that counts."

"That's not what I was going to ask, Hermione."

"Oh?" Her brown eyes went wide, and she blinked owlishly at him before turning back to the cake, valiantly ignoring the holes Draco bored into the side of her face.

"What's everyone looking at?"

"Harry!" Ron shrieked, his voice cracking up the octave.

Draco whirled around and stepped towards the newly arrived Harry, bracing his hands on either side of Harry's chest.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, laughing sweetly (if not a bit madly). "You weren't supposed to be back for another hour."

"I left early. I wanted to see you." Harry's smile lit up his face, and Draco couldn't help but mirror it as Harry leaned in for a quick kiss.

"What's this then?" he asked, wrapping an arm around Draco's waist and looking expectantly at Hermione and Ron.

They'd closed the space where Draco used to be and were body blocking Harry from the cake, casting quick glances towards Draco.

"Go ahead and show him," Draco sighed, flinging an arm uselessly in the air. "We can't hide it from him forever."

"Hide what?"

Draco gestured to the cake wordlessly, Hermione and Ron parting like a wave, the cake appearing between them like a giant, red-and-gold eyesore.

"What's this?" Harry asked, intense green eyes focused on Draco.

"It's supposed to be a birthday cake," he groaned.

Harry only closed his eyes, the corners of his lips tilting up. "I know that."

He tugged Draco closer. "Did you make this for me?"

"Yes," Draco whispered, suddenly ashamed. He should have just taken Molly's help when she'd offered it.

"So what's wrong?"

"Well, it's awful. I know you're blind, but surely even you can see that."

Harry wore that expression he always did when he wanted to let Draco know he was overreacting. "But you made it for me?"

"Yes," he whispered again.

"I love it," Harry whispered back. "It's got character."

Draco heard Hermione's pleased 'humph' from behind them and rolled his eyes. "You really like it?"

"Love it," he corrected, squeezing Draco closer. "And I love you. Thank you."

A burning sensation gathered behind Draco's eyes, and he could see the same sheen of unshed tears in Harry's. Draco, though, still had a sense of pride, and refused to cry in front of Ron and Hermione. So, he pulled Harry closer so that they were just a hair's breadth away.

"Happy Birthday, Harry," Draco whispered into the air between them.

Then, there was snogging. Lots of snogging. Ron, of course, cut into the cake without them. But that was alright. There would be many, many more birthdays to celebrate.

#drarry #Happy Birthday Harry!!!#draco malfoy #harry potter #harry x draco #draco x harry #hp drarry #hp fandom

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