#creature draco malfoy

[hp-fanfic-archive]

you look so fine by michi_thekiller Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: E Word Count: 16k In which Draco is a Veela and Harry is his mate. Dark!Humor or Crack!Horror, you decide. "When Draco Malfoy turned 16 years old, he thought he’d make a night of it. He went to a club, met a bloke, and then promptly took himself next door pay-by-the-hour hotel, determined to get the most bang for the Galleon, in a manner of speaking. Not even one full Galleon into it, Draco Malfoy lost his virginity. It all went just how he’d always imagined it, and it was, all in all, a bloody good time. Waking up the next morning, however, next to a bloody ribcage and a man’s intestines strewn all over the bed like thick wet streamers - that was a bloody bad time."

[steampunkserpent27]

Cloven Hooves

For @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: bouquet Rated: G CW: Deer-Centaur Draco, AU read the sequel here The bouquet in his hands was carefully selected and crafted from all of the wild flowers he'd been able to find in the forest and surrounding meadows. He thought that Draco might appreciate them more than something he'd bought from a store; he knew how Draco felt about anything foreign entering his forest, including him, but he was working on that. Climbing over a fallen log, he sat down in the clearing, knowing that Draco would be along at any moment. He passed by this spot every day on his patrols, or at least, Harry thought he did. He always seemed to find him here. It didn't take very long for the bushes to rattle, as Draco leapt over them, landing gracefully in the sunshine. Harry couldn't be sure, but he thought he had to be some sort of sub-species of centaur. He'd never been any good at science or classifications, but he thought that sounded right. Draco's fur was bright white and gleaming, as he cleared the distance in a few effortless bounds, stopping directly infront of him, while his tail flicked up and down, as if he was agitated. Draco's body was vaguely deer shaped, as it lacked the sheer muscle mass that most horse-centaurs carried, but where he lacked raw power, he made up for in speed and agility. And anyway, Harry thought Draco was closer to a moose in size than a deer, so he wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of his wrath. There was a long bow draped around his chest, with a quiver full of arrows slung over his shoulder. He always carried it with him. Draco had a laurel resting on his head, the bright green leaves sticking out clearly against his pale hair. "I thought I told you not to come here." Draco stamped one cloven hoof into the grass. "You don't listen." "No, I suppose I don't." Draco glanced at the bouquet in his hands, sniffing at the air. "Trying to woo me, are you?" "Maybe. Is it working?" His tail flicked again, as he took a slow, deliberate step forwards, one leg bowed infront of the other. "Depends." "If you're going to be so difficult about it, I don't have to give them to you." Draco reached a hand out. "I'm the one being difficult?" There was a sharp snort. "Give them then." Against his better judgement, he passed the flowers over. Draco inspected the bouquet, using a finger to pry the buds apart, so he could see every flower within it. Once he seemed to be satisfied, he nodded and stuck the bouquet into his quiver, beside the arrows. "It's satisfactory." Coming from Draco, satisfactory was high praise. "Well, thank you." "You really shouldn't keep coming back here." Draco turned, giving him one last, long gaze and what looked a lot like a wink, before he bounded into the distance, disappearing behind the foliage. Harry thought he'd come back tomorrow with another gift.

[handledwithgloves]

drarry x ratatouille au

where draco accidentally gets turned into a small furry creature and hides inside harry’s wizarding hat so that harry can pass potions class

[regretfulcorrine]

boy howdy can't wait to color this one gang

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Murder in St Mungo's Explicit, 80k words

Murders, cults, and Ministry corruption oh my! Dead bodies were popping up all across Great Britain. Nothing connected them, no eyewitnesses, no motive, and not a single suspect in sight. Junior Auror Harry Potter was not given the cases nor asked to help, but that wasn’t going to stop him from getting to the bottom of it. Even if he had to work with the Ministry’s least favorite employee, Draco Malfoy.

Some Tags: Auror Harry Potter, Ministry Employee Draco Malfoy, Human Resources Draco, Cults, Murder Mystery, Suspense, Magical Bonds, Jaded Harry, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, BAMF Hermione Granger, Thriller

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[iamnmbr3]

Your post about harry being a lion animagus was so interesting. What are your thoughts on draco's animagus?

Oh thank you! (Post anon is referring to is here). I'm not really sure about my answer here. I don't have as clear an idea as I do about Harry.

My little darry heart kinda likes the idea of a jackal bc they follow after lions and like hang around their kills and often come pretty close to them and aren't intimidated by them (kinda like how unlike most people Draco is never scared of Harry or intimidated by his glares - even when his friends are). Lions also tend to tolerate jackals around their kills a lot more than other scavengers. though sometimes there can be tension between them which kinda mirrors the push and pull of Harry and Draco's relationship. Jackals are also associated with being clever and cunning and know how to look after themselves.

They have a reputation for cowardice too which is actually exaggerated - they defend their territory vigorously and often take on prey much bigger than they are - which kinda parallels how Draco can seem cowardly and self serving but he also is able to rise to the occasion and be brave when he really has to be. Jackals also seemingly don't hunt in packs which kind of mimics Draco's relative isolation. And they have kind've long, pointed features like Draco does. Apparently they also mate for life which I like for drarry reasons and because I think Draco is actually very loyal to the people he truly cares about (refusing to give Harry up at the Manor, being devoted to his parents in book 6 etc.)

The other option for Draco that I can imagine is a wolf. I like this because of the loyalty to his pack inner circle that I mentioned above and because the animagus form represents the inner self and although Draco can seem cowardly and undisciplined he's actually a formidable fighter in his own right (he holds his own in a duel against Harry - who is extremely good at fighting - longer than Voldemort does, and probably could've beaten most other opponents) and can also be very brave when he has to be in defense of those he cares about. Also a wolf is a little nod to the Black side of a heritage (since the Black family crest has dogs on it). Plus I like the aesthetic of him turning into a pale white wolf.

I actually think I like the wolf option a little bit more. Especially because the concept of the "lone wolf" kind've symbolizes how Draco comes into his own and has to look after himself and make his own way in the world. Ultimately he turns his back on his Death Eater ways and his parents to protect Harry at the Manor and decides to forge his own path after the war. So it reflects his intelligence, courage, capability, ferocity, and independence - and also his will to live and how against all odds he is a survivor. But yeah. I like both concepts.

[doodleholic]

Detail of art for an upcoming fest fic.

[thegrangerarchives]

To Woo a Wolf by @juniordreamer

It's been years since the end of the Second Wizarding War. Hermione is a Healer specializing in the treatment of non-magic individuals (i.e. muggles) suffering magical injuries. No one knows that Draco Malfoy has been infected with lycanthropy, only that he's retreated from the public eye in exchange for a life of isolation at Malfoy Manor. She doesn't expect a response to her written request for donations or the more personal correspondence that follows.

Rated: M; Chapters: 14

→ Link: Archive of Our Own 

[tippilo]

Fanfic Friday!

To conclude the Veela month (but there are soooo many other great ones! I have more that will feature later) is My Bird Husband by kisreadingdhr!

Seriously guy, I’m OBSESSED with this Veela fic! The author updates 2-3x/week and updates 2-3 chapters at a time! I’m sure the fic will be completed before you know it 😍

It’s an easy read. Relaxing. Low stress. Sometimes we need a fic just like this to escape from the day ❤️

READ HERE!

[m65p3--harrypottermerch]

By PlannerforWizards on Etsy

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[raptorhonks]

What is a simple man to do when a veela takes up residence in his bed?

[hp-fanfic-archive]

8 Simple Rules For Loving A Vampire by simplifiedemotions (@simplifiedemotions) Pairing: Hermione/Draco Rating: M Word Count: 41k Podfic available here Read by: EllaMcSmellBella (@ellamcsmellbella) Length: 3-4 hours “Fuck, Granger. Watch out for the fangs,” he said as she ravaged his mouth. He picked her up and deposited her on the desk, as she cooed, and soothed the sharp points of his teeth. Draco whimpered and buried his face in her hair. “They’re sensitive,” she teased. Or: the trials and tribulations of dating a grumpy vampire.

[steampunkserpent27]

No More Ice Cream

for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: Nap rated: G CW: Veela Draco

Harry had just finished cooking dinner, when he stepped into the living room to tell Draco, only to find him sprawled out over the couch. He had one arm buried beneath his side, while the other was draped over his face, shielding his eyes from view. His wings were bent at an awkward angle, as they tried to avoid being crushed beneath him or against the cushions of the couch. He looked rather uncomfortable, as one leg was curled up against him, allowing the other to hang over the edge of the couch, his talons twitching, as he slept. Draco always took naps at the most inopportune of times. Still, he didn’t have the heart to wake him, as Draco was starting to snore, and he only snored when he was in a very deep sleep. Although, he was very sure Draco was going to be sore when he finally woke up, as he didn’t think his wings were meant to be in that position for very long. He would have moved them, but he didn’t think he could do so without waking him. There was a blanket lying in a crumpled heap beside the couch, which he assumed Draco had kicked off of himself. He picked it up and draped it over Draco, tucking it around his sides carefully. Draco inhaled sharply, before he mumbled, “No more ice cream.” He couldn’t help but smile, as he pressed a kiss against Draco’s forehead and then left him to sleep. 

[salmonight]

Touch my chicks and you are ROAST (literally 🔥)

Draco awakens his creature inheritance on his 14th birthday. It's a great news right?

For him and his housemates? Definitely. For anyone else? They find out pretty fast it is very much not.

As it turns out Draco is a very fierce and very temperamental flying chicken (Veela) who promptly adopted all the Slytherin lower years as his 'chicks'.

He would go into an absolute feral rage if ANY of them were hurt and deal with the preparators with no mercy or whatsoever. Let's also be said that Veelas are very, very vengeful creatures.

So as it should be other houses would learned very quickly that hurting one of the lower year Slytherins are a serious health hazzard (for them) and need to be avoided like the plague if they didn't want a pissed of pureblood or worse... a floff with anger issues and very sharp talons and instant combustion abilities out for their blood.

[kind-hufflepuff]

SIREN DRACO MALFOY

[eastwindmlk]

Blessed in Darkness

I got another creature fic for ya'll

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Snippet:

Only at night, when the darkness fell over everyone, his father would allow him to leave. Expecting that no one would look upon the shame that was his crippled son. He would never know how wrong he was. The blind man returned to this rock on the shoreline for more than just the nostalgia of it. Night after night he returned for one reason. Her. Hermione. She had been his secret for a long time, ever since they were children. Always forced to meet clandestinely. At first, innocently behind the billowing laundry to hold hands and play. Then, at dusk to talk for hours on end and steal kisses. The hour of their meetings got later when they matured and so would their meetings. Until one night, a plan was formed. A plan that would cost her her humanity and him his sight.

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