#poor draco

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Draco's confrontation with Harry after Lucius' arrest is just sad to behold

Malfoy glanced around. Harry knew he was checking for signs of teachers. Then he looked back at Harry and said in a low voice, “You’re dead, Potter.” Harry raised his eyebrows. “Funny,” he said, “you’d think I’d have stopped walking around. . ..” Malfoy looked angrier than Harry had ever seen him. He felt a kind of detached satisfaction at the sight of his pale, pointed face contorted with rage. “You’re going to pay,” said Malfoy in a voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’m going to make you pay for what you’ve done to my father. . . .” “Well, I’m terrified now,” said Harry sarcastically. “I s’pose Lord Voldemort’s just a warm-up act compared to you three — what’s the matter?” he said, for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had all looked stricken at the sound of the name. “He’s your dad’s mate, isn’t he? Not scared of him, are you?” “You think you’re such a big man, Potter,” said Malfoy, advancing now, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him. “You wait. I’ll have you. You can’t land my father in prison —” “I thought I just had,” said Harry. “The dementors have left Azkaban,” said Malfoy quietly. “Dad and the others’ll be out in no time. . . .” “Yeah, I expect they will,” said Harry. “Still, at least everyone knows what scumbags they are now —” Malfoy’s hand flew toward his wand, but Harry was too quick for him. He had drawn his own wand before Malfoy’s fingers had even entered the pocket of his robes.

Draco is honestly like a dog trying to be frightening by barking but runs back a few steps whenever the threat comes closer.

Harry sees him as a joke. Every expression of rage is met with a dry, sarcastic quip. And I don't blame Harry. After dealing with Moldy Voldy, Draco is a waste of time.

The raw vulnerability in Draco's voice when he calls Lucius 'Dad' is so emotional. Because at the end of the day, Draco is still a child who lost his dad. Draco must feel so shaken and uncertain with his father locked away. And things only go downhill for him in book 6.

I have seen Drarry meta claiming Harry was comforting Draco in his own way about his father being released but I don't buy that. Sounds more like Harry was done with Draco's rage drama and was low-key just mocking him. Oh, Draco. At least you got your payback when you broke Harry's nose in book 6.

[pinchcinnamon]

one day the internet appeared at hogwarts...

[schmem14]

Day 4: Cockwarming

Summary: Lucius tires of Draco's entitlement. Harry offers him the perfect revenge. Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter, Minor Draco/Harry, Narcissa/Lucius CW: Pseudo-incest, Infidelity Rating: E

Written for @hpkinktober

[madmanwonder]

Ask: What would happen if Harry freindzoned Hermione?

She would go full Dark Lady on Malfoy and his crew…just far worse than even Voldemort at his worst

[dead-dove-143]

I wish I could draw like this

Draco Malfoy's Trial, 1996

Harry Potter testifies on his behalf....

I imagine Draco completely blocking out his surroundings, he hasn't slept in days or at least minimally. The last thing he needs is for Harry to get involved, but he does anyways.

[my-castles-crumbling]

nature - august 20th - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 258

"Shhh, he's coming!" Regulus shushed his husband, eyeing the door as a soft rustling sound could be heard beyond it.

Both of them stared as the door slowly creaked open, and a figure creeped in, tiptoeing cautiously, turning around until-

"Bloody fucking-!" Harry yelled, jumping in the air as he took in the image of Regulus and James both sitting on the couch, arms crossed, waiting for him.

"Having a nice night?" James asked lightly, holding back a laugh.

"Erm..yeah," Harry answered, scratching the back of his neck.

"Hm. What were you up to? It's bit late. Going on half past midnight," Regulus commented, also biting his lip to stop from smiling.

"I went on a walk," Harry said, gaze defiant.

James and Regulus both gaped. "A walk?" James asked.

"Yeah...you know....exploring nature?" the teen suggested flippantly, raising an eyebrow.

"And did nature bruise your neck like that?" Regulus asked, gesturing to the mark that was plainly visible.

Harry turned red and said nothing.

"Go to bed. Next time you sneak out, at least use a window," James said while rolling his eyes, and watched as Harry shuffled upstairs wordlessly. As soon as they both heard his bedroom door shut, he looked at his husband, who gazed back.

After a moment, both burst into fits of laughter. "Did...did nature bruise your neck? Fuck, Reg, he's gonna hate us forever!" James chuckled pressing a kiss to his husband's head. "Who d'you suppose it is? The Weasley girl?"

"No, he's his father's son," Regulus smirked. "It's definitely the Malfoy boy."

[zlarirosa]

just keep yapping ron, they're listening i promise

[maki-nsi]

man what the hell 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

[aiuredsworld]

When Harry dresses formally for once

[basiatlu]

Drawtober Day 3: Slime

Draco smeared unhelpfully at the slimy sap dripping from his face. Out of the corner of his eye he spied Potter hunched in a frozen state above his own cropping of blaster bean bushes.

“And what are you staring at, Potter?” Draco snarled. Embarrassment heated his face causing the blaster bean sap to sizzle on his cheeks.

“N-nothing..” Potter fidgeted oddly for a moment and promptly turned away.

[lostmyremembrall]

WB giving me more Slytherin boys to fall in love with

I finally know what my type is:

It's literally just angsty Slytherins Compelling characters with great arc

[kk1smet]

That day, Draco went home, stunned. Did he just meet the boy who lived? The boy in his favorite storybook?

I like drawing drarry in different ages so today we’ve got these little beans. I’ve also drawn two other hairstyle for Draco (see after cut lol) but I thought that one would be funnier for when years later Harry would poke fun of it.

[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

Tomarry AU where Tom HATES this book he read because his favourite character dies a miserable death. So what if his favorite character was a no-named side villain? Why does it matter that he only had like seven lines (seven is Tom's favourite number anyways)? He was still gorgeous, smart and strong and beautiful — and it doesn't matter that others think he isn't all that because they would never know him— understand him like TOM DOES.

An AU where Tom has a healthy obsession with a character named Harry Potter, a no named baron's son who was the first to go against the king (MC's father, and the mc who is incidentally known as Draco Malfoy, ahem anyways); he tries to “poison” him. But he gets caught or to be more precise he ends up sacrificing himself for the common girl Hermione Granger (the female lead, I'm sorry guys but imagine the fucking drama.) who gets blamed for his transgressions.

But that is not why Tom falls for this weak villain, no — it's because he respects how this no-named orphan became a baron on his own two feet without anyone being there for him especially in a world where old money and title is everything— and he hates how he had to give his life for the MC to notice the female lead? (Harry is better looking and smarter than her anyways — Tom, in an online forum perhaps.)

Anyways, now imagine Tom dying (he hated it so yes he ends up looking for immorality anyways.) and waking up in the world he hated. Now imagine, Tom Riddle, waking up in the body of a Duke who wasn't even given a name in the novel. (He would know because he has a photographic memory, ok? It's totally not because he read it more than 14 times) and then saying fuck it and owning it.

Just think, Tom taking over the world slowly with his worldly knowledge while trying to keep Harry alive because even though he was right about Harry being smart; the guy treats his life like Draco treats his money - you get the idea.

[handledwithgloves]

monday snippet 🍓

ty for tagging me @drarrargh 🫶

tagging: everyone who sees this and wants to join in on the fun 🫶😋

[quail-in-red]

My piece for @lcdrarry ! I was sooo excited to draw this! What a great movie. Thank you to @lettersbyelise for the fun prompt ✨

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[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Poisoned out of Love

A giggle followed by shushing sounds had Sirius mentally preparing himself for whatever mess the troublesome duo had made this time. It was a shame that Remus was still out cold from yesterday’s full moon.

“Are you sure this is the right recipe?” Harry asked, no doubt with his hands on his hips—something he picked up from Remus. “It smells funny.”

“That’s the whole point, Harry,” Draco said with so much sass that it had Sirius snickering behind his hand the closer he got to the kitchen. “Poison is supposed to stink.”

Poison?

“What’s going on here?” Sirius demanded as he rounded the corner and came to a standstill at the sheer disaster that replaced what used to be a clean kitchen.

“Nothing,” they said in unison, innocent eyes blinking up at him. Yeah, that quit working on him years ago.

“That might have been believable if you didn’t have dirt on your chin, Draco. And Harry you have something slimy on an ear.”

Instead of cleaning off themselves, they cleaned each other. Sirius tried to remain strong and firm, but his heart melted when Harry gently wiped Draco’s chin.

When Draco grinned—a front tooth missing—and giggled as he wiped whatever the hell Harry managed to get on his ear, Sirius was pretty sure his heart exploded.

They were too cute.

“What is this I hear about poison?”

As expected, Harry rubbed his shoe into the floor, contrite and already apologetic. Also expected was the way Draco stomped his foot and crossed his arms.

“I’m not sorry!”

“I know you aren’t, Draco. You never are,” Sirius sighed, coming closer to the table. He blinked rapidly when he realized the ‘cauldron’ they used was actually the dog bowl.

“What’s in this?” Sirius wrinkled his nose at the smell. He probably should have asked better questions or scolded them properly like Remus would have, but where was the fun in that?

“Poop.”

“Milk.”

Sirius closed his eyes before placing his head in his hands. “I’m not even going to ask. What possessed you to want to create this monstrosity?”

When Harry opened his mouth, Draco turned to him angrily.

“No, don’t tell him! If you tell him then he won’t let us poison McMillan.”

McMillan? He couldn’t remember what their kid looked like, but as far as he knew McMillan was their classmate in Magical Care for the Youth.

“I’m not going to let you poison McMillan at all.”

Another foot stamp had him huffing a laugh as he debated on whether it would be rude to vanish their ‘potion’.

He knew better, he really did, but he still asked, “And what did McMillan do that deserves a good poisoning?”

“He made Harry cry!” Draco said, hand slamming on the table. “That’s not okay. No one gets to make him cry.”

That little snot nosed brat made Harry cry? How dare he.

“Carry on then.”

Harry and Draco barely began to cheer when a disappointed, “Sirius, really?”

Sirius turned around; hands raised as he tried to think of an excuse.

“Save it,” Remus waved a hand as he made his way to a chair and collapsed down. “I knew something was wrong when those two went quiet. It’s never a good sign.”

Two outraged, “Hey!”

“But Moony, he made Harry cry! My little baby cried!”

“I’m not a baby.”

“Sometimes parents say that,” Draco said solemnly. “My father says that every time I dress up for galas.”

“You are adorable in your dress robes,” Sirius agreed, cringing at the fact that he agreed with Lucius on anything.

“What about me?” Harry pouted. “Am I cute?”

Before they could respond, Draco nodded rapidly, hair falling into his face. “The cutest!”

Harry blushed, twirling a little at the praise. How come he never did that when Sirius praised him?

“Yes, you are both cute,” Remus said, eyes closed and head resting on the table. Sirius ran a hand down his back, rubbing out any knots that he could find. “But not cute enough to get away with poison.”

“Aww, not fair!” Harry pouted.

“If I could cite my sources on why we should be allowed to, can I then poison him?”

Remus lifted his head, brows raised and reluctantly intrigued. “What kind of sources?”

“No,” Sirius laughed, for once feeling like the adult that he pretended to be. “No poisoning him. How about we settle for a strongly worded letter to his parents?”

Draco’s nose wrinkled. “I don’t approve.”

Sirius took a deep breath. Why couldn’t Harry have come home best friends with another child?

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he deadpanned. “Now, let’s clean this up and get ready for our monthly fun day.”

Draco and Harry gasped, rushing around the kitchen to put everything away.

“Ice cream!”

“Pizza!”

“Movie!”

They continued to shout until everything was clean and they dragged Remus to the couch. Every month on the day after the full moon, they all squeezed onto one couch and indulged on all of Remus’ favorite things in an attempt to make him feel better.

“Sirius, you’re my favorite cousin.”

“What do you want, brat?” Sirius narrowed his eyes, hating that his chest puffed out at being Draco’s favorite.

“Can we watch a scary movie?”

“No,” Remus shook his head. “The last time we did that you refused to go home for a solid week. As much as I love you, you don’t live here.”

Draco blushed, face heating up as he admitted, “That’s because Harry is my comfort pillow.”

Sirius saw the way Remus melted at that, and he was right there with him.

“Do we have anything pressing this week?” Remus asked, already giving in much to the enjoyment of Draco and Harry who were jumping up and down.

“No, and I don’t think Narcissa will mind as Lucius has business in France.”

“He doesn’t have business,” Draco argued, nose wrinkling. “Father has no job.”

Sirius snorted, ignoring the elbow in his side from Remus.

“Alright, we can watch a scary movie.”

“And I can stay for two weeks?” Draco asked, innocent eyes that were never innocent blinked up at him.

“One week.” Sirius couldn’t believe that he was negotiating with a child.

“Three weeks.”

Remus laughed, waving away Sirius’ glare as he continued to laugh.

“One and a half,” Sirius countered.

Draco made a considering noise, one finger on his chin as he thought about it. “Deal, but I get to bunk with Harry.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “I’m not stupid enough to separate you two.”

“Come on Draco,” Harry pulled on his friend’s hand. “Let’s go get the drinks.”

The sound of excited talking, little giggles and laughter echoed back to them, and it filled Sirius with warmth.

“We’ve got good kids.”

There was a time when he would have argued that they only had one kid, but now there was nothing to it.

They had two kids, and they were pretty perfect if he did say so himself.

Poisoning and all.