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The older I get, the more I realize I know nothing.

[Katechon Studio @katechon_studio]

Malfoid put glue on the door handle. Malfoid is now holding the boy's hand all the way down the corridor. She says it is entirely the glue.

[Secretary of War Pete Hegseth @SecWar]

We love soldiers.
We love standards.
Well done, Specialist.

Carry on Patriots.

[effervescent_conjunctures @EConjunctures]

@DodgerWing Die Hard is a Christmas Movie and I will die on this hill!

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@hasancreates @higgsfield_ai "Lucius, please give me a few minutes. I have grandbabies to plan for."

[Kosmo @kasmosd1]

BY @RDiavolos
Back in Hogwarts - A Malfoid AU Fanfics
(Writer’s note: this scene takes place during the hunt for ravenclaw diadem after Harry’s immediate arrival.)
The moment Draceana Malfoy stepped into the Room of Requirement, the atmosphere changed.
At first, only a handful of students nearest the entrance noticed her. Their cheers faltered, replaced by startled looks and whispered questions. Others followed their gazes, and the excitement that had greeted Harry Potter's return gradually gave way to uneasy murmurs. It had been months since most of them had last seen her, but there was no mistaking that long platinum-blonde hair, those aristocratic features, or the proud bearing that had made her such an unmistakable presence throughout their years at Hogwarts.
Neville's message had warned them that Draceana Malfoy was accompanying Harry, but several had assumed it was a misunderstanding, or perhaps some particularly dreadful joke. Now, seeing her standing beside the three people they had spent months hoping would return, they realized he had been completely serious.
"Hang on a minute," Seamus said, his grin disappearing. He looked from Draceana to Harry, evidently struggling to understand what he was seeing. "Harry, what's she doing here?"
Harry turned toward him. "Seamus, listen—"
"That's Malfoy!" another student exclaimed, cutting him off before he could get another word out.
"Yeah, we can see that," Ron muttered, although his attempt to dismiss the interruption did little to quiet the others.
The murmurs were growing louder. Someone demanded to know why Harry had brought a supposed Death Eater into their hiding place, while another wondered aloud whether the three of them had been bewitched. The suggestion only encouraged further questions, and before long several students were speaking over one another, their earlier excitement forgotten. Harry tried to answer, but every attempt was met with another accusation.
"My brother was tortured by people like her," someone muttered from the back.
Harry heard that one, and so did Draceana.
Harry hadn't expected everyone to welcome Draceana with open arms. Given everything that had happened at Hogwarts, he would have been surprised if they had. But surely they could at least give him a chance to speak before deciding he'd lost his mind? His eyes moved toward Draceana, who had been gradually pushed to the edge of the gathering as more students crowded around him.
She hadn't said a word.
Standing slightly apart from Harry, Ron, and Hermione, Draceana could feel the suspicious looks directed toward her, some openly hostile and others merely bewildered. She recognized several familiar faces among the crowd, students she had mocked or insulted during her years at Hogwarts. None appeared particularly pleased to see her again, though she could hardly blame them.
Her heart was beating faster than she cared to admit. She had expected the stares, the whispers, even the accusations. She had known perfectly well that returning to Hogwarts would mean facing people who remembered what she had done. Yet knowing it beforehand was rather different from standing in the middle of it.
Should I say something?
An apology, perhaps. She had managed one before, hadn't she? But where was she supposed to begin, with so many people glaring at her? And would anyone even listen? Her fingers tightened around her forearm as she searched for something to say, only to find herself caught between the familiar instinct to answer their hostility with her own and the uncomfortable knowledge that doing so would only make things worse.
Harry noticed her discomfort. He wanted to go to her, but the students pressing around him left little room to move, and every attempt to explain himself seemed to attract another question. Growing frustrated, he raised his voice above the commotion.
"Hey, everyone! Give us a bit of room, will you?"
Before anyone could respond, the passage opened once more.
Another group emerged from the passage, including Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Dean Thomas, and Fred and George Weasley. They had evidently hurried over after receiving Neville's message, and the relief on their faces was unmistakable when they spotted Harry, Ron, and Hermione among the gathered students. For a moment, the tension inside the chamber gave way to another round of excited greetings.
"Harry!"
Ginny ran toward him and threw her arms around him. Harry stumbled slightly at the sudden embrace before returning it, surprised by how tightly she held him. She remained there for several seconds before finally pulling away, her hands lingering briefly on his shoulders.
"I'm glad you're safe," she said.
"Yeah." Harry managed a smile. "It's been a while."
"It has," Ginny answered, returning his smile.
Her eyes briefly travelled past his shoulder, settling on the pale-blonde girl standing some distance away. Draceana caught her glance and knew that the youngest Weasley had noticed her. Ginny, however, offered neither a greeting nor an accusation. She simply turned toward her brother, choosing to ignore Draceana's presence for the time being.
"Ronald."
"Ginny!" Ron greeted his sister warmly, returning her embrace before looking toward the twins. "Fred. George. You two don't look half bad."
"Someone had to hold down the fort while you were away," Fred replied, clapping his younger brother on the shoulder.
"You should've seen how Ginny's been fighting, Ronald," George added proudly, nodding toward their sister. "She's quite a feisty little thing."
"George!" Ginny protested, glaring at him.
"Though I must say, Ronnie, you look like you've seen better days," Fred remarked, giving his younger brother's dishevelled appearance a closer inspection.
"Thanks. Lovely seeing you too," Ron answered, although his grin made it clear how pleased he was to see his family again.
Hermione, meanwhile, looked between the new arrivals with obvious relief. "When did you all get here?"
"As soon as Neville sent the message," Ginny explained. "We hurried over. The Order should be hearing about it soon, too."
"That's fantastic news!" Ron exclaimed, turning toward Neville. "Nice one, mate. At least we won't have to fight alone."
"All in a day's work, Ron," Neville replied, beaming.
The room gradually filled with greetings and conversations as old friends embraced and caught up with one another. Some wanted to know where Harry and the others had been hiding, while others were eager to tell them what had happened at Hogwarts during their absence. Students crowded around the returning trio, exchanging news after months of uncertainty. For a brief while, even the questions surrounding Draceana seemed forgotten.
But Draceana herself remained where she was. Nobody approached her, and she had no intention of forcing herself into a reunion to which she had never been invited. Instead, she folded her arms and watched the others greet one another.
"Hello, Draceana."
Draceana turned, surprised to find Luna Lovegood standing beside her, wearing the same pleasant expression she remembered from school. Of all the people gathered here, Luna had been the first to greet her, and for some reason, that brought a small measure of relief.
"Lovegood? What are you doing here?" Draceana asked, folding her arms a little tighter and adopting her familiar guarded expression. "Shouldn't you be with them?"
"But you looked lonely," Luna replied, glancing toward the others, "so I thought I'd come over."
"I am not lonely," Draceana answered immediately, lifting her chin. "I'm simply choosing to stand here. That's all."
"Alone?"
"Yes, alone. Is there something wrong with that?"
"Oh, no. Not at all."
Luna appeared to consider her answer for a moment. Then, without warning, she caught Draceana's wrist and raised it into the air. Before the blonde girl could protest, Luna had already drawn her wand and amplified her voice.
"Attention, everyone! Draceana feels rather lonely. Could we give her a warm welcome?"
Draceana went rigid as conversations stopped throughout the chamber. Dozens of faces turned toward them, and the attention she had been trying to avoid was suddenly directed entirely upon her. The nervous fluttering in her stomach returned at once.
"Lovegood," she hissed, glaring at the Ravenclaw. "What. Are. You. Doing?"
Of all the things Luna Lovegood could have done, why did it have to be this?
Luna merely tilted her head innocently, apparently unaware of the predicament she had just created.
Unfortunately, the expressions greeting Draceana were anything but warm.
"Lovegood's right," Seamus said, folding his arms. "Why are we ignoring Malfoy? It's bloody Malfoy!" He turned toward Harry, his earlier suspicion returning. "And you too, Harry. You still haven't explained why she's here."
"I've been trying, Seamus," Harry answered, stepping forward. "You lot haven't given me a chance!"
"Well, here's your chance, Harry," Neville said.
Harry hesitated. He had been demanding an opportunity to explain himself, but now that everyone was waiting for him to speak, he wasn't quite sure where to begin.
I love her. They'd probably think he was joking. She's changed. Coming from him, that would sound rather difficult to believe. And And claiming she'd never been as bad as everyone thought wouldn't mean much to Neville and the others, who had every reason to remember her differently.
How was he supposed to explain everything that had happened between them over the past year? Especially to people who remembered Draceana Malfoy very differently from the girl standing beside him now?
In the end, Harry settled for the simplest truth he could offer.
"She's been with us," he said. "She's been helping us."
"That doesn't explain anything, Harry," Neville replied, more frustrated than angry. His gaze moved briefly toward Draceana before returning to Harry. "If anything, you've left me with more questions than answers."
Harry fell silent. Neville had a point, and he knew it.
"We need you, Harry. We want you to lead us, not whatever this is." Neville gestured toward Draceana.
"Lead you?" Harry repeated, taken aback by the request.
"Yes! To fight back against the Death Eaters, to take back Hogwarts! That's why you've returned, isn't it?"
Harry looked at Neville, then at the students gathered behind him. He hadn't expected any of this. Until now, he hadn't even realized how much resistance had been taking place inside Hogwarts, let alone that everyone was waiting for him to lead them. The hope in their faces only made his silence more uncomfortable. They had endured months under the Carrows, and now they seemed to believe his return meant that the fight to reclaim Hogwarts was finally beginning.
But Harry hadn't come to organize a rebellion. He had come to find a Horcrux, and he couldn't simply tell everyone about it. Not yet.
"Harry?" Neville pressed.
Harry avoided his gaze. He wanted to help them, of course he did. But Dumbledore's mission had to come first, and he had no idea how to explain that without disappointing the very people who had spent months waiting for him.
"Ron? Hermione?" Neville turned toward the other two, hoping for an explanation, but neither answered. Ron shifted uncomfortably, while Hermione remained silent, apparently no more willing than Harry to reveal the purpose of their return.
"For bloody hell's sake, will somebody explain something?" Neville demanded, his patience finally wearing thin.
"Still pathetic as ever, Longbottom."
The familiar sneer cut through the gathering. Draceana stood with her arms folded, regarding Neville with the same contemptuous expression she had worn throughout their school years.
Harry turned toward her in disbelief. Draceana, what are you doing?
"Apparently, all those years of trying to make a man out of you were completely wasted," she continued, letting out a derisive laugh. "And here I thought you might have finally grown a backbone."
"Malfoy," Neville growled, his face darkening.
Draceana caught Harry's questioning gaze. Only moments earlier, she had been struggling to find the courage to address the students herself. Now, seeing Harry cornered by expectations he had never asked for, she found it considerably easier to fall back into a role she knew all too well.
Playing the villain for you, Potter.
It was a role she knew almost too well. If someone had to bear the brunt of their anger, she would much rather it be her than Harry. Let them glare, let them curse her name, so long as it took the pressure off him and gave him a chance to complete his mission.
"Fine. Since four-eyes here won't tell you, I will." She raised her chin, her familiar arrogance returning in full. "We're not here for your little resistance, Longbottom, or whatever you call it. We're here for a treasure hidden somewhere in this castle. Something I intend to take for myself."
The declaration brought the questioning to an abrupt halt. Neville stared at her, visibly offended, while the other students exchanged bewildered looks. Had Malfoy just told them the real reason for Harry's return, or was she deliberately making a mockery of their hopes? Some glanced toward Harry, waiting for him to contradict her, while others began whispering among themselves, uncertain what to believe. Their excitement at his return had given way to confusion, and the questions that had been directed at Harry were now overshadowed by Draceana's extraordinary claim.
Then Ginny Weasley stepped forward.
Ginny had been standing beside Hermione, listening throughout the exchange, but Draceana's latest remarks appeared to have exhausted what little patience she had left. Pushing past the students gathered between them, she strode toward the blonde girl, her expression leaving little doubt about her intentions.
Luna immediately stepped in front of Draceana, placing herself between the two girls.
"Move, Lovegood," Ginny said coldly.
Luna shook her head. She offered no explanation, merely remaining where she stood, her usually dreamy expression unusually firm.
Draceana glanced at the Ravenclaw before gently taking her wrist. "It's all right, Lovegood," she murmured. Luna hesitated, then reluctantly stepped aside, allowing Ginny to approach.
Harry started forward at once, alarmed by the look on Ginny's face. "Ginny!"
But Draceana turned toward him and shook her head. Harry stopped reluctantly, his eyes moving between the two girls now standing face-to-face. He knew Ginny well enough to recognize that expression, and the thought of what might happen next made him uneasy.
"Is that a lie, Malfoy?" Ginny demanded.
Draceana met her glare without flinching. "No. Fortunately for you, this time it isn't." She lifted her chin, her familiar sneer firmly in place. "Scarhead's here on an important mission, not to lead your merry little band of rebels. So what are you going to do about it, Weasley?"
The slap echoed throughout the chamber.
Draceana's head snapped sideways, and for an instant she remained motionless, stunned by the sudden blow. Before she could recover, Ginny seized her left wrist and pulled back her sleeve, exposing the black skull and serpent branded into her pale skin.
"Do you think this is a joke?" Ginny demanded, holding her arm up for everyone to see.
A fresh wave of murmurs swept through the surrounding students. Some leaned forward for a better look, while others recoiled at the sight of the Dark Mark. Draceana instinctively tried to lower her arm, but Ginny maintained her grip, refusing to let her conceal it.
"You've always been a bully, Malfoy. You've always been awful. Neville, Seamus, Ron, Hermione, practically everyone here has had to put up with your insults and your petty little games." Ginny's voice grew sharper as she spoke. "But this?"
She looked down at the Mark, disgust plain on her face. Years of Draceana's arrogance and cruelty were one thing; seeing the symbol of the very people who had made their lives miserable was quite another.
"Are you not ashamed of yourself? Look around you! Everyone here has suffered because of people wearing this Mark. Some have lost their homes, their families. Others have been beaten, tortured, forced into hiding. We've watched our friends suffer while the Death Eaters turned Hogwarts into a prison!"
Ginny's accusations rang through the chamber. Around them, students watched with grim expressions, their eyes repeatedly returning to the mark on Draceana's arm. Several had endured the Carrows' punishments themselves, and there was little sympathy to be found among them.
"And after everything that's happened, you still stand here looking down on us?" Ginny demanded, tightening her hold on Draceana's wrist. "Don't you have a conscience, Malfoy?"
Draceana said nothing.
Her cheek still stung from the slap, and Ginny's fingers were beginning to hurt her wrist. She could have pulled away, perhaps even thrown some particularly cruel remark back at the youngest Weasley. There was a time when she would have done both without a second thought. Even now, the words came easily enough, but she kept them to herself.
After all, she had deliberately provoked this confrontation to draw attention away from Harry. She had expected their anger, perhaps even welcomed it. What she hadn't expected was to find herself agreeing with so much of what Ginny said. And that made it rather difficult to answer with her usual sneer.
Well, you asked for this, didn't you?
Strangely, the slap had cleared her head. The panic that had troubled her earlier was gone, leaving her with a much simpler question: what was she going to do now?
"Ginny! Draceana!" Harry shouted, pushing toward them. He had seen enough.
Several students turned toward him, startled by his use of Draceana's first name. The familiarity was difficult to overlook, particularly when accompanied by such obvious concern. Harry Potter had spent years quarrelling with Malfoy, yet now he looked ready to intervene on her behalf.
Draceana turned toward him immediately and shook her head once more.
Harry stopped, though every instinct urged him to pull Ginny away. He glanced at Draceana's reddening cheek, then at the hand still gripping her wrist. He hated seeing her treated this way, but she was looking directly at him, silently asking him to stay where he was.
Reluctantly, he did.
Draceana ignored the whispers that followed. Turning back to Ginny, she met the younger girl's furious gaze, her voice quieter than before.
"Are you done, Weasley?"
Ginny stared at her incredulously. After everything she had said, Malfoy still had the nerve to address her with that same infuriating composure.
"No. I'm not done."
"Then get on with it."
"I hate you, Malfoy," Ginny said firmly. "I hate what you've done to my friends, what you've said about my family, and the way you can stand here acting as though none of it matters." She finally released Draceana's wrist, allowing her arm to fall between them. "I could have everyone here throw you straight back through that passage."
Draceana slowly lowered her sleeve, concealing the Dark Mark once more. Her cheek had begun to redden, but she made no effort to acknowledge the pain.
"Then why haven't you?"
Ginny opened her mouth to answer, but no words came.
For a moment, she stood before Draceana, her expression caught somewhere between anger and something far more difficult to admit. Her gaze drifted toward Harry, who was still watching them anxiously from a few paces away.
She remembered their conversation at the Burrow, when she had finally gathered the courage to confess her feelings. She remembered asking Harry whether it was Malfoy, and how his inability to deny it had told her everything she needed to know. Even now, the memory left a bitter taste in her mouth. And seeing the way Harry watched Draceana, how readily he had tried to intervene despite everything Ginny had said, only confirmed what she had understood months ago.
Of everyone gathered in the Room of Requirement, Ginny was perhaps the one person who had the least reason to be surprised that Harry had brought Draceana Malfoy with him.
Her lips parted slightly. "Because I also..."
She stopped.
Draceana followed her gaze toward Harry. She recognized that expression on Ginny's face, though it was strange to see it directed at someone else. There had been a time when she, too, had watched Potter like that, long before she had been willing to admit what those feelings meant.
"Then perhaps you'd better use some of that energy helping him," Draceana said, gesturing toward Harry. "He's been fidgeting over there for ages."
Ginny looked toward him. Harry was still standing nearby, glancing between them with an expression of obvious concern, apparently uncertain whether it was finally safe to approach.
For several seconds, Ginny watched him without speaking. Then she turned back toward Draceana, her anger settling into something quieter.
"He's always been a terrible liar," she said.
"He is..." Draceana agreed softly.
Ginny had barely turned away when the blonde girl spoke again.
"I apologize."
The words came more easily than Draceana would once have thought possible.
Ginny stopped. Slowly, she turned back toward her, her eyes widening. "Pardon? I could've sworn you just..."
"I apologize, Weasley," Draceana repeated, meeting her gaze. "You can accept it or throw it back in my face. That's your choice. But right now, we've got more important things to worry about."
There was no trace of the sneer she had worn only moments earlier. She had already learned, during that evening by the campfire, how difficult it could be to put aside her pride and acknowledge something she had spent years refusing to admit. Yet this time, she found herself able to speak without the same struggle. An apology would not undo what she had done to Ginny or anyone else, and she had no right to expect forgiveness simply because she had finally offered one.
Still, it was something she could give them. And if they would not accept it, then so be it. Harry had already lost enough time answering questions about her.
Draceana turned from Ginny to face the gathered students. With two hand resting against her stomach, she lowered her head and bowed deeply before them.
"I apologize," she said, raising her voice enough to reach those at the back. "I know I've been awful to many of you, and it will probably take me a lifetime to make up for everything I've done. But please, allow me to say this. I'm sorry."
She raised her head just enough to find Neville and Seamus among the crowd.
"Longbottom, Finnigan, and everyone here. I apologize." She repeated once more. Her voice faltered briefly before she continued. "But right now, Harry needs your help. Don't let my presence here ruin your trust in him."

[Monkey D Derp @krapisama]

This is part 2 from Sylvge from BiliBili
#Malfoid

[Mathias @mattredegar]

After the worst day of Ron's life, he asks Pansy to the Yule Ball. He has a date, but who is taking advantage of who?

#Malfoid #Ronsy #Pansyparkison #Malfoidsubplots https://t.co/gY08Bhj3OE

[Aurondarklord yearns for Malfoid @Aurondarklord]

Malfoid attacks Lord Voldemort where he's most vulnerable: through Tom Riddle. But the proof that links him to his old life is deep within Hogwarts, and Pansy must steal it out from under the Death Eaters' noses. https://t.co/uJj0hxSPWd

[Gabe @DogHydra25]

I wrote a #malfoid fanfic, then I made a 190 page comic based on the first book. The first 5 chapters and 40 pages are below. I hope you like it!

[Holland | Next Realm Studios @nextrealmstudio]

Draconia told the studio she would be a little bit more collaborative this week.

#malfoid #Malfoy #DraconiaMalfoy #DraconiaMalfoid

[effervescent_conjunctures @EConjunctures]

@nextrealmstudio

[Holland | Next Realm Studios @nextrealmstudio]

Draconia Behind The Scene Part 4 😂#draconiamalfoid #Malfoid #malfoy #DraconiaMalfoy

[effervescent_conjunctures @EConjunctures]

@projectmalfoid

[Jacques Huzz @Owen_Kung4000]

@ZachInMillioke Love how when Rudyard Kipling saw Lake Superior he just said “man that shit just ain’t right”

[effervescent_conjunctures @EConjunctures]

@MalfoidSoftware My my my, what a vengeful little serpent.

[Fourthbranch 🌴 @The4ourthBranch]

𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 || There is a moment at the Yule ball where the people they were before dissolve away, and they imagine the possibility of a life together built on love. No antagonism, no house rivalry, no evil in the world to worry about, just the two of them being together. Once that pretense is stripped away, it’s as though they finally allow themselves to feel something they’ve been holding back.

#Malfoid

[Karla | Slytherin 🐍 @KarlaBoban97]

Harry Potter was beginning to discover that gardening at Malfoy Manor required considerably more than a passing knowledge of Herbology. His latest assignment involved enchanted shears and one of the estate's ornamental hedges. The results were difficult to defend. What had once been respectable topiary now looked as though it had survived a personal disagreement with a lawnmower.
Wickett was appalled. Harry insisted the shears had a mind of their own, but the little house-elf remained unconvinced. Another day, another blow to the standards of the Malfoy estate.
Miss Malfoy had been watching from a garden bench. She could hardly have failed to notice that Potter was struggling with his new profession. And, being a considerate young lady in her own rather particular way, she decided he might benefit from a little encouragement.
A question about her hairstyle followed. Before long, Dracaena had gathered her hair into a high ponytail and turned to see what Potter thought. The new look suited her perfectly, and his attention suggested that her little intervention had achieved its purpose.
"Careful, Potter. If you keep staring, I'll assume you approve."
Perhaps not every problem at Malfoy Manor could be solved with a change of hairstyle. But Miss Malfoy seemed perfectly satisfied with this particular solution.
Wickett, meanwhile, still had a hedge to repair. 🐍💚
#Malfoid #HarryPotter #Yearning

[effervescent_conjunctures @EConjunctures]

@Veydrick Dracaena needs to calm down or she is going to tackle Harry and do unlady like things to him. lol

[Veydrick @Veydrick]

We are rapidly approaching the end of book 1 and I don't think y'all are ready. Gotta get as many chapters written before work starts back up. But hey, it's a good time. https://t.co/pHdAiiXtI1

[effervescent_conjunctures @EConjunctures]

@boy99360 Bold of you to assume that she'd let me pull out.