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lqveharrington · 3 days ago

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Eleventh Birthday | D.M.

summary: it’s your son’s 11th birthday and it hits you harder than you thought it would.

pairing: dad!draco malfoy x mom!reader

includes: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy and Dione Europa Malfoy (my shaylas), fluff, comfort, little bit of angst

a/n: narcissa would be proud of the name i gave draco's daughter

You stood in front of the grand fireplace, hands resting on your hips, teeth worrying your bottom lip as you surveyed the room. Streamers curled elegantly from the ceiling, and a shimmer banner spelled out Happy Birthday, Scorpius! in flowing golden script. Everything was in place—his carefully chosen presents sat neatly in the armchair by the stained glass window, and his cake, decorated with intricate frosting patterns, was safely stored away in the fridge. Yet, despite the meticulous planning, something still felt off.

Maybe it was the colors? No, everything was adorned in Scorpius' favorites. The decorations were perfect, yet unease settled deep in your bones.

A familiar warmth enveloped you as Draco's arm snaked around your waist. He pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of your neck, his touch grounding you even as your shoulders remained tense against his chest.

"I woke Dione like you asked, my love." He murmured, voice thick with affections. "She's changing before getting Scorpius for his birthday breakfast."

Draco tilted his head, catching sight of your solemn expression. Concern flickered in his silver eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." The response was automatic, though your fingers betrayed you as they absently fidgeted with his.

It wasn't something tangible that was missing—it was the weight of realization settling over you like an iron cloak. You had been so focused on making this birthday perfect that only now did it truly hit you: Scorpius would be leaving for Hogwarts soon. The very thought sent a dull ache through your chest.

Hogwarts. Miles and miles away from home. From you and Draco.

A shaky breath escaped your lips. Soon after, Dione would follow, leaving you and Draco alone in a house that had once been filled with laughter, mischief, and tiny footsteps racing down the corridors. The thought threatened to unravel you.

You willed away the sting in your eyes, blinking rapidly before glancing back at Draco. "I'm fine." You said, though the words wavered under the weight of emotions threatening to spill over.

But the floodgates had already begun to crack.

Images flashed in your mind—Scorpius and Dione, older, independent, no longer needing their parents the way they once had. A day where they'd brush off your affections, too busy with their own lives. The fear twisted in your gut, sharp and cruel.

Draco saw it before you could even utter another word. He tightened his hold on you just as your composure shattered. Silent tears spilled onto his chest as you crumbled in his arms, and he held you with the same unwavering strength he always had. His lips pressed reassuring kisses to you temple, his hand drawing soothing circles against your back until your breathing steadied.

He had known this day would come. He had known how hard you would take it. Your heart belonged not only to him but to the little family you had built together—a love embodied in Scorpius and Dione.

"You're going to be fine, my love." He whispered, his voice a steady anchor amidst your turbulent thoughts. He squeezed your shoulder gently, placing a soft kiss against your forehead. "I just need you to breathe. Can you do that for me?"

You closed your eyes, nodding as you matched his steady breathing. The rhythmic crackling of the fireplace filled the silence, the familiar beat of Draco's heart beneath your palm comforting you. Slowly, the storm inside you settled.

"Hey, look at me." Draco murmured, tilting your chin up so you met his gaze. A lopsided grin played on his lips, warm and reassuring. "Let's spend Scorp's birthday with love, alright?"

A small smile tugged at your lips, "Alright."

"Alright." He pressed another kiss to your forehead before tugging you toward the hall. "Now, let's see if Dione is ready."

"Hi, darling." Narcissa's bright smile greeted you the moment you pulled open the door, pulling you into a warm embrace. She loved you as her second child and always found a way to visit—although this visit was scheduled every year.

You hugged her just as tightly and let yourself relax in her motherly hold, giving your father-in-law a small smile. "Hi, Narcissa. Lucius."

Lucius nodded curtly in acknowledgement as you stepped aside, motioning them to follow into the living space. He absolutely despised the way you lived your life. There wasn’t a single house elf in sight, but you made his son happy—pure blood or not, he would tolerate you.

“Are your parents coming anytime soon?” Narcissa followed you further down the hall, the portraits of your family hanging everywhere.

“They'll be here next week. They had a business meeting in France." You fiddle with your fingers and let them enter the living room, waving your hand to summon the tea set from the kitchen.

A small grunt was Lucius’ only response at the mention of your muggle-born parents.

Narcissa pursed her lips at her husband’s reaction before smacking him lightly on the chest, her attention shifting back to the many unopened gifts scattering the room. "Where's the little prince?"

"Well, he's not so little anymore." Draco quipped as he appeared by your side, his hand naturally finding its home on your waist.

"Draco!" Narcissa beamed and pulled her son into a fierce hug, peppering his face with kisses.

"Mum!" Draco groaned, though the fond smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. He loved his mother with all his heart and never cared for theatrics such as these.

You squeezed his hand before calling out to your kids, “Scorp! Dione! Look who's here!"

"Grandmum! Granddad!" Their voices rang in unison as they barreled down the hallway, their excitement palpable.

Lucius chuckled as Scorpius all but tackled him in an embrace. Honestly, you believed he was more fond of his grandchildren than you and Draco. "Happy birthday, Scorpius."

"Thank you!" Scorpius beamed.

"Move! It's my turn!" Dione huffed, attempting to shover her brother aside.

"Dione." You chided gently before rolling your eyes as they switched grandparents.

Soon after the greetings, the two dragged their grandparents to the couches and began animatedly talking about their past adventures while you set the tea out for everyone. It was warming to see how close Scorpius and Dione was to them.

As Scorpius and Dione’s attention was grabbed by Lucius’ stories about Draco when he was younger, you hesitantly turned to Narcissa. "I have a question."

She raised her brows and set her teacup down—hands clasping together. "What is it, dear?"

You swallowed, twirling your wedding ring anxiously. “When Draco turned eleven, how did you handle the transition to an empty house?”

A knowing smile graced her lips. “It wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you that.” She took your hands in her own. “But I promise, you’ll adjust. Believe me, it was worse realizing you and Draco would be living far from us.”

“Not that far,” You murmured.

“We still have to apparate to visit, darling.” Narcissa squeezed your hands. “You’re lucky to have Dione for a little while longer. As much as I love Draco, I always wanted another little one myself. Dione will help ease the transition. And if not, you can always owl me.”

A genuine smile broke across your face. “Thanks, Narcissa.”

“Talking about me?” Draco’s voice teased as turned his attention to you and his mother, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Oh yes, just the worst things, my love.” You grinned and tilted your head to meet his eyes. “What is it?”

He whispered, “I think your little boy has something to say to you.”

You barely had time to react before Scorpius wrapped his arms tightly around your midsection, his face buried in your chest.

“Thank you, Mum,” He mumbled, burying his face deeper and deeper into your chest.

“For what?” You ran your fingers through his blonde hair and cup his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“For everything.”

Your heart clenched as you hugged him back, holding on just a little longer. You weren’t sure what Lucius or Draco said to Scorpius, but it felt nice knowing that Scorpius truly appreciated you after everything. “Of course, baby. I’ll always be here.”

And you would be. Always.

The rest of the day unfolded in a whirlwind of laughter, love, and the kind of chaos that only a family like yours could create. Scorpius’s eyes lit up as he tore into his presents, his excitement infectious. Dione, ever the little instigator, tried to sneak a peek at the cake before it was time, earning a playful scolding from Draco. Narcissa and Lucius, though reserved as ever, couldn’t help but smile at the antics of their grandchildren. The house, usually so grand and imposing, felt warm and alive, filled with the kind of joy that only comes from being surrounded by the people you love most.

But as the day wore on, the reality of what was coming lingered in the back of your mind like a shadow. You caught yourself watching Scorpius more closely, memorizing the way his nose scrunched when he laughed, the way his hair fell into his eyes when he leaned over to examine a new gift. You found yourself holding Dione’s hand a little tighter, savoring the way she still looked up at you with wide, adoring eyes. The thought of them growing up, of them not needing you as much, was a bittersweet ache that you couldn’t quite shake.

Draco, ever perceptive, noticed. He always did. When the kids were distracted by a game of Exploding Snap with Narcissa, he slipped his hand into yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “They’ll always need you, you know,” he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of his own emotions. “Just in different ways.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I know. It’s just… hard to imagine.”

“It is,” He agreed, his silver eyes meeting yours. “But we’ll figure it out. Together.”

The sincerity in his voice grounded you, as it always did. You leaned into him, letting his presence steady you. “Together,” You echoed.

As the evening drew to a close and the kids were tucked into bed, the house grew quiet once more. You and Draco sat by the fireplace, the crackling flames casting a warm glow over the room. The silence was comfortable, the kind that comes from years of shared moments and unspoken understanding.

“Do you remember when Scorpius was born?” You asked suddenly, breaking the quiet.

Draco chuckled while continuously stroking your arm softly, his laughter a soft, nostalgic sound. “How could I forget? You nearly broke my hand during labor.”

You laughed and leaned your head on his shoulder, the memory vivid in your mind. “And then he was so tiny. I was terrified I’d do something wrong.”

“You didn’t,” Draco said firmly, his gaze softening when he saw your soft look. “You were—are—an amazing mother. They’re lucky to have you.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but this time, they were accompanied by a smile. “And I’m lucky to have you. And they are too.”

Draco reached over, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “We’re a team, remember? Always have been, always will be.”

You nodded, melting into his touch. “Always.”

The weeks that followed were a blur of preparations for Scorpius’s departure to Hogwarts. You helped him pack his trunk, making sure he had everything he needed—and then some. Dione, ever the protective little sister, insisted on adding a few of her own essentials, including a stuffed dragon she claimed would keep him safe. Scorpius rolled his eyes but accepted it with a fond smile.

When the day finally arrived, you stood on Platform 9¾, your heart in your throat. Scorpius looked so grown-up in his Hogwarts robes, his trunk beside him and his owl perched on his shoulder. Dione clung to your hand, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and sadness.

“You’ll write, won’t you?” You asked, your voice trembling despite your best efforts.

“Of course, Mum,” Scorpius said, his tone exasperated but affectionate. “And I’ll be home for Christmas.”

You pulled him into a tight hug, breathing in the familiar scent of his hair. “I’m so proud of you,” You whispered.

“I know,” He replied, his voice muffled against your shoulder. When he pulled back, there were tears in his eyes, but he quickly blinked them away. “I’ll be fine, Mum. I promise.”

Draco clapped a hand on Scorpius’s shoulder, his expression a mix of pride and emotion. “Make us proud, Scorp.”

Scorpius nodded, his jaw set with determination. “I will.”

As the train pulled away, you stood there, watching until it disappeared from sight. Dione sniffled beside you, and you knelt down to pull her into a hug. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” You murmured. “He’ll be back before you know it.”

Draco’s hand rested on your shoulder, a silent reminder that you weren’t alone in this. Together, you turned and made your way back home, the house feeling a little emptier but still filled with the love that had always defined your family.

That night, as you lay in bed, Draco’s arm draped over you, you thought about the future. It was scary, yes, but it was also full of promise. Your children were growing up, but they would always be yours. And no matter where life took them, you would always be there, ready to welcome them home.

“We’ll be okay,” you whispered into the darkness.

Draco’s voice was soft but reassuring. “We will.”

And with that, you let yourself drift off to sleep, knowing that whatever came next, you would face it together.

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