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“Tell me, Father, which to ask forgiveness for: what I am, or what I’m not? Tell me, Mother, which should I regret: what I became, or what I didn’t?” // ind. pri. sel. book based Draco Malfoy, werewolf au // post-Hogwarts, Hogwarts era, War era available // mutuals only, found on a multimuse blog // please read rules before following!
Blog is officially archived. If you’re still interested in playing with Draco, y’all can find him here: @heartscfvalor
I think I’ll be archiving this blog, and moving Draco to my multimuse account. I’ve been going through a hard time, mentally, and emotionally, and maybe making a change will help in the long run. I’ll fix up Draco’s promo to reflect this, but for the time being, this blog will be shut down
I specifically logged onto this blog for the first time in days to wonder if Draco ever carried a resentment towards Narcissa during the war.
Like, my Draco carries heavy resentment towards Lucius, due to returning to Voldemort’s side and endorsing everything he did, though it brought the downfall of their family. If Lucius had stayed away, would they have been safe? If Lucius had managed to get the prophecy without failing, would Draco have been spared the Dark Mark? If his wand had just worked properly, would they have been spared being kept on house arrest by the Death Eaters?
And then there’s Narcissa, who kept a bond with Bellatrix, despite the fact that Bellatrix was my Draco’s biggest tormentor. She tortured him for countless hours during those last two years of the revived War. She taunted him and slapped him around. Draco hated her, but he feared her so much that his boggart turns into her. And Narcissa and Bellatrix were still close.
I know Draco tried his best to not let anyone know that his being tortured affected him much once it was over. But he resents his father for dragging their family through Hell. And maybe he resents his mother too, to some degree, for being so close to her sister, who took delight in torturing her nephew.
The Malfoys love each other, that much is certain. But the War brought on new wounds for everyone; they’re not as uneffected as they wish they could have been.
His reassurance soothed the remainder of her worries, that small niggle that had leapt back up fully banished to the recesses of the past. She had only just found out and she had barely had time to process the fact that she was pregnant, that she was going to be a mother. “I’ve had stress do very strange things to my body. Thankfully I haven’t had any heartburn yet. That’s a real pain.” She remarked, her brain beginning to work through the concept that her and Draco were going to be parents.
When she saw that small smile on his face, she felt that warmth in her heart again and she wrapped her free arm around him, pulling him closer so she could rest her forehead against his own, entwining their fingers against her baby bump. “Draco, we are going to be parents. We are going to have a baby!”
The little thrill in her voice finally had him grinning broadly, a laugh escaping him before he wrapped his arms around her lower waist, yanking her up and twirling her around in his excitement. Gone was the exhaustion of his transformation, gone was his hunger, gone was his anxiety. All he could feel now was pure, unrestrained joy.
“We’re going to be parents!” Draco finally set Lyra down, cradling her face to kiss her deeply. “Merlin, but I love you. So much.” Then, slowly, he lowered himself to his knees, touching her bump again, already imagining the baby she was growing. “I promise, I’ll be so much better than my own father. I won’t let the ideology even taint your mind for a second. Nothing will ever harm you.”
Give You Everything // blackcurlsgreeneyes
Being one of the biggest heroes of a world-wide war good and bad aftermath. Harry had influence; he was fairly certain that he could pursue any career or interest he liked, and he’d be supported and encouraged. His friends and loved ones did too, and in the months following the Battle of Hogwarts, they all were able to take a breath, and begin thinking about their futures.
It also meant that they were instrumental in rebuilding the wizarding community. Kingsley requested the “golden trio” attend all of the trials and Ministry meetings and hearings that took up the next year, and they did. Harry offered his opinions, debated and discussed with Ron and Hermione at his back, made suggestions and corrections….and he attended every single Death Eater trial.
That part had shocked his friends, but Harry said nothing of his reasons until the Malfoys came before the Wizengamot. And then Harry stepped forward, requesting to speak, and before a shocked and silent audience he advocated–hard–for the Malfoy family to be spared Azkaban and given house arrest instead. In the end, there had to be some compromise; but Harry was relieved when they conceded at least to spare Draco.
He’d gone to his old classmate’s residence out in the country mostly just to make sure that Draco knew he wasn’t alone and without resources. But staying for tea, and then dinner, then drinks…then overnight…well, Harry didn’t particularly regret any of that.
The invitation to finish his missed final year at Hogwarts was a very good outcome. Ron declined, choosing instead to join George and Lee in business, while Harry and Hermione journeyed happily to meet the Hogwarts Express.
As they were boarding the train, Harry felt eyes on him, and he looked around to see Draco with his fellow former Slytherins, watching him. Harry paused, then raised his hand in a wave, offering a faint smile of greeting.
Apparently Harry didn’t seem to have any hard feelings for their parting, as he offered a wave and a smile as they made eye contact, so Draco offered a slight smile back. But it faded as soon as the Alpha was on board, his stomach in knots as he realized that he needed to tell Harry, and soon.
The last thing Draco needed was unfounded rumors going around that he was somehow carrying a child out of wedlock where people might think the Alpha father was another Death Eater. Nevermind that he would have been showing by now if that was true, but some people were hopelessly stupid.
The train ride to Hogwarts was quiet. The underclassmen kept their distance from the Slytherins, though a few of them were able to give a quiet thanks when they were alone, as Pansy, Theo and Blaise had joined Daphne and Astoria in trying to sneak healing potions to whoever had detention with the Carrows. They had stayed behind to help fight for Hogwarts too, but some wounds still ran a little too deep, and no one knew what to make of Draco at all.
The Wizengamot had cleared him of all charges, but that didn’t mean anyone had to forgive him for his bullying ways before Voldemort had come back.
Reaching Hogwarts, the castle had been rebuilt, as beautiful and strong as it had been before the Final Battle, and the Great Hall had a more open, airy aesthetic to it, with all of the Hogwarts House colors bathed on the walls. The Sorting Hat sang a song of bittersweet victory, urging the Houses to once again try to come together, before the Sorting went on as normal. The feast that followed had more homey meals, no doubt to keep everyone feeling safe, and when it was done, they were all dismissed.
Deciding that if he didn’t get the chance now, he’d chicken out, Draco took a breath and slipped up beside Harry as everyone was filing out of the Great Hall. “I need to talk to you,” he said quietly. “In private.”
Give You Everything // blackcurlsgreeneyes
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Oh well this was just great.
Being a part of such a disgraced family, an ex-Death Eater, tortured and held prisoner in his own home for the entire last year of the war, treated like a pariah afterwards even if he was found innocent after his trials, Draco didn’t think he could go through anything worse. He left the Manor, but he had nowhere else to go except the Malfoy cottage in the country. They were never forced to use it, and so the place wasn’t tainted with bad memories, and he had a house elf showing up every day to help him get through the days.
When Harry Potter showed up one day in early August, it was, originally, to offer Draco his wand back, as it seemed the Wizarding World’s hero had forgotten he still had it. But even after Draco had it back in his hands, Harry didn’t leave, instead offering to have some tea for them to chat things over. And Draco didn’t know why, but he allowed Harry to come inside, and then, he wasn’t sure if it was the eventual brandy they were drinking, or because he was so touched starved, but one thing led to another, and they ended up in bed together.
It lasted one night. One rather nice night, free of nightmares, free of flashbacks and bad memories. One night of warm calloused hands touching him with gentle reverence, of lips tracking all of his scars with sincere worship. It was everything he wanted, and nothing he deserved, and by the next day, Harry was gone, and Draco was alone again, by his own decision. He wasn’t ready for something serious, and he wasn’t about to tie Harry down unfairly.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans.
He got his letter from Hogwarts asking if he’d like to come back for an Eighth year the same day he got a pregnancy test done, and then the answer came within hours, so he replied back in a positive. After all, he knew Harry would no doubt return too, if anything to just finish his education, and on September first, Draco arrived to King’s Cross, feeling a bit relieved that some of his friends had also decided to come back, giving Pansy, Blaise and Theo a tight hug as soon as they pounced on him.
“You smell different,” Pansy said, surprised. “Are you alright?”
“I don’t know yet,” Draco said, his eyes flickering to where he could see Harry and Hermione boarding the train together a small distance away.
𝓐 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰: 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 [part 1] You cannot possess me for I belong to myself But while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give You cannon command me, for I am a free person But I shall serve you in those ways you require and the honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand I pledge to you that yours will be the name I cry aloud in the night and the eyes into which I smile in the morning I pledge to you the first bite of my meat and the first drink from my cup I pledge to you my living and my dying, each equally in your care I shall be a shield for your back and you for mine I shall not slander you, nor you me I shall honour you above all others, and when we quarrel we shall do so in private and tell no strangers our grievances This is my wedding vow to you This is the marriage of equals. -Celtic Wedding Vows
𝓐 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 It’s a fact that Malfoy cried the most on their wedding day
It was supposed to be over.
That was what was being said, right? That it was over? Lord Voldemort, finally vanquished, felled by the Boy Who Lived Twice, killed by his own rebounded Killing Curse in front of so many people within the broken Great Hall of the castle. People were still celebrating, his body put aside as the Ministry Officials came to verify that he was truly and finally gone.
But it wasn’t over. Draco could see that clearly. Amid the celebrating, there was sorrow. The dead bodies that littered the next room, with people weeping over their lost loved ones. The injured nursing their wounds. The survivors with their dead, tear filled eyes. The innocence and the warmth of Hogwarts had been gone for several years now. It would never be the same.
He wasn’t sure what would happen now, sitting in the far corner with his parents on either side of him, keeping him close, holding him protectively, as the Aurors arrived to talk to Harry and the Order members. The Death Eaters who had not died in the Battle had fled, save for the Malfoys, and sooner or later, the trio would be noticed. No doubt Lucius would be arrested, and Draco wondered if he would be arrested too, despite not wanting to join in the first place, despite struggling to just keep his head above water during this whole mess.
Look around at the mass destruction, remembering every person who had been brought to the Manor to be tortured and killed, remembering their screams and the smell of their blood, Draco wondered if he would survive the aftermath too.
She always felt a warmth in her heart when he called her ‘love’ and kissed her. It didn’t matter where he kissed her, just the touch of his lips thrilled her almost every time, except for today. She needed to tell him and she needed to let him know that she hadn’t hidden it from him. 3 months could be a long time.
“I’m feeling a bit sick but I’m not ill, don’t worry. It’s a good thing, at least I hope it’s a good thing.” She leaned into his touch, bringing her hand up to cover his own pressed against her cheek. “Draco. I’ve got some news and I don’t know how you’ll feel about it.” She pulled her hand back and opened the cardigan, revealing that small tell tale swell. She glanced down, hoping he’d follow her line of sight.
When Lyra admitted to feeling a bit sick, Draco’s worry for her was immediately activated. Had she truly been ill, and he had missed it? He knew he had been very busy with the shop lately, trying to fill orders as well as working on the wolfsbane potions, but knowing that his wife had fallen ill and he didn’t even know… He really had to get better at this.
And then she looked down, and Draco looked down as well, though it took several moments for his mind to catch up with what he was seeing. When it did, his eyebrows shot up, mouth dropping open with some surprise before he looked at her in amazement. “You’re pregnant?”
But she was, wasn’t she? That small bump was too obvious for it to be anything else. His hands hovered near it, not quite sure if she wanted to be touched. “You must be at least on the cusp of the second trimester,” he murmured with some amount of awe. “You’re small, so you’d show earlier than the average woman… It’s healthy right? You’re both alright?”
Lyra couldn’t stop the slightest giggle escaping her from his surprise because it was almost comical. It was rare that she was able to take him by surprise but she had managed exactly that. She supposed it really was surprising, they hadn’t planned for a baby although she knew it was something she wanted at some point in her future.
She nodded, catching hold of his hand that hovered near her bump. In a moment of daring, she pressed their hands joined together against her bump, their bump. They were going to be parents and she was surprised herself that Draco appeared to know as much as he did.
“Yeah we are, as far as I know.” Her words were softly spoken, the worry that had been lurking in the back of her mind slowly fading.
“Draco. I genuinely didn’t know. I thought all of the tiredness and sickness was because it’s been pretty heavy at work recently. I thought I was stressed.”
Her hands covering his and pressing them against her belly almost made him jump, but he could feel it; it made it all the more real. She was truly pregnant. Her skin felt taught under her shirt, curved just enough to reveal the bump for what it really was. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
When Lyra spoke again, sounding worried, Draco finally looked up at her. “That’s not your fault love,” he assured her gently, reaching up to touch her face again. “Stress does very odd things to the body. I was stressed out too, otherwise I would have noticed sooner or later that something was different.”
His eyes flicked back down to the bump then, and a small smile spread over his face. “What matter is that you’re both healthy,” he said. “From now on my main priority is focusing on you, so you and our little one will be okay.”
She always felt a warmth in her heart when he called her ‘love’ and kissed her. It didn’t matter where he kissed her, just the touch of his lips thrilled her almost every time, except for today. She needed to tell him and she needed to let him know that she hadn’t hidden it from him. 3 months could be a long time.
“I’m feeling a bit sick but I’m not ill, don’t worry. It’s a good thing, at least I hope it’s a good thing.” She leaned into his touch, bringing her hand up to cover his own pressed against her cheek. “Draco. I’ve got some news and I don’t know how you’ll feel about it.” She pulled her hand back and opened the cardigan, revealing that small tell tale swell. She glanced down, hoping he’d follow her line of sight.
When Lyra admitted to feeling a bit sick, Draco’s worry for her was immediately activated. Had she truly been ill, and he had missed it? He knew he had been very busy with the shop lately, trying to fill orders as well as working on the wolfsbane potions, but knowing that his wife had fallen ill and he didn’t even know... He really had to get better at this.
And then she looked down, and Draco looked down as well, though it took several moments for his mind to catch up with what he was seeing. When it did, his eyebrows shot up, mouth dropping open with some surprise before he looked at her in amazement. “You’re pregnant?”
But she was, wasn’t she? That small bump was too obvious for it to be anything else. His hands hovered near it, not quite sure if she wanted to be touched. “You must be at least on the cusp of the second trimester,” he murmured with some amount of awe. “You’re small, so you’d show earlier than the average woman... It’s healthy right? You’re both alright?”
@thestarinhiseyes
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It had been another hard full moon, as it almost always was, so Draco was looking forward to coming home and just crawling into bed with Lyra, and possibly some snacks, and then pass out once he had the chance. Eating first would help, as he was starving, and being wrapped around Lyra would be a great comfort. The fact that she took it into stride so well would never cease to amaze him.
Walking in through the front door, Draco tugged his shoes off and then flopped onto the couch in the drawing room. “I’m home!” he called.
Lyra felt both excited and worried. She was always slightly worried when Draco went away on the full moon but she kept that mostly to herself. She knew he would come back safe but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t worry. Her concern this time was for something far different than the ordinary or, more appropriately, the ordinary for her. She was pregnant and she was starting to show. She had thought the fatigue and nauseated feeling was connected to her job. She’d even missed her period more than once in the past due to stress so when all of these things had happened, she thought nothing of it. It was only when she started having to loosen her clothes that her brain had suggested something so simple that she had overlooked.
The results has come back quickly and she was excited, thrilled even and then the fear had crept in. The fear that Draco might react badly to this, that he would be worried about passing on his condition which was utter rubbish in her opinion.
She heard him calling out from the drawing room and she brushed a hand over her slightly swollen stomach. Lyra took one final glance at the mirror in the bathroom and tightened her cardigan around her, thankful for it being lumpy and a size too big. She descended the stairs, trying not to run and slipped into the drawing room.
“You look as tired as I feel.” She told him with a smile that didn’t quite carry it’s usual brightness. She closed the door behind her and leaned back a little against it, the wood sturdy and strong.
He could hear her coming, because of course he could. Being a werewolf meant his senses were incredibly heightened, and the sound of Lyra’s footsteps were as familiar to him as her scent, as the sound of her voice and the way she moved. He still, even after all this time, could never understand why or how he deserved someone as gentle and wonderful as her, but he would never ever take her for granted.
When she finally arrived, he turned his head to smile sleepily at the sight of her. “Hello, love,” he said, before she spoke, and he sighed. “Just a side effect, you know that. I’ll be chipper again by tomorrow morning.”
Not wanting to just laze around as he was still hungry, Draco finally pushed himself off of the couch, reaching Lyra’s side and kissing her forehead. “Are you not feeling well?” he asked curiously, gently touching her cheek as if to check for a temperature.
@thestarinhiseyes
(*)
It had been another hard full moon, as it almost always was, so Draco was looking forward to coming home and just crawling into bed with Lyra, and possibly some snacks, and then pass out once he had the chance. Eating first would help, as he was starving, and being wrapped around Lyra would be a great comfort. The fact that she took it into stride so well would never cease to amaze him.
Walking in through the front door, Draco tugged his shoes off and then flopped onto the couch in the drawing room. “I’m home!” he called.
We know that, on some level concerning Tonks and Lupin, that a werewolf mating with a human woman and conceiving a child won’t have the child end up getting lyncanthropy, as this is a curse transferred through a bite, as a werewolf’s venom has the ability to turn someone else into a werewolf, or leave them to bleed to death if they don’t close their wounds with silver and dittany.
But Bill, after only getting scratched by Greyback, developed a few wolfish tendencies, which includes eating raw meat.
So, logically, any child Draco has will also have a few enhanced wolfish traits, similar to the half-human descendants of Veela having Veela traits, such as inhuman beauty and the Veela aura. Half werewolf children will have sharper teeth, the ability to see in the dark, and have cravings for raw meat. The full moon also makes their magic stronger, and they have exceptional hearing and physical strength as well.
Me: Oh wow you’re active today. What do you--
Draco: Babies.
Me:
Draco:
Me: What
Draco: I want babies.
“Tell me, Father, which to ask forgiveness for: what I am, or what I’m not? Tell me, Mother, which should I regret: what I became, or what I didn’t?” // ind. pri. sel. book based Draco Malfoy, werewolf au // post-Hogwarts, Hogwarts era, War era available // mutuals only, read rules before following
