Yume

Game Dev; World Builder; Writer; Draecina Malfoy Enjoyer

[Yume @LKA_Yume]

What a lovely comic. Wanted to put the ending into words for practice.

link if you prefer: https://t.co/dUWys6mjMW

[DodgerWing @DodgerWing]

#Malfoid #HarryPotter #Fanfiction #MollyWeasley

The Burrow’s kitchen had gone quiet after the others drifted upstairs. Harry remained at the table with his hands around a mug he had not drunk from, and Molly, who had been wiping the same stretch of counter for longer than the counter required, set the cloth aside and looked at him.

"Lyra was... Very polite," Molly offered. Harry slowly nodded, eyes fixed on the mug.

"She... Really wants to make a good impression... After everything with her father and..." He trailed off. Molly was patient, rummaging about in the cupboard for a moment. Finally, Harry took a deep breath, let it out, and spoke:

“I’m sorry."

“For what, dear?”

The words stuck. He had rehearsed them on the trip to the Burrow over and over, and lost them somewhere between the gate and the door. “I just... That I don’t love Ginny.”

Molly did not answer at once. The clock on the wall ticked. Outside, a hen complained and was ignored.

“I care about her,” Harry said, faster now, as if speed might make the rest less cruel. “Really. She’s a good friend. One of the best I’ve got. But I don’t feel that way about her. I haven’t for a long time. I know it's... Kind of obvious but... I... I didn't want to say anything but I... I have to tell you."

Molly's look was tempered from years of dealing with children's confessions: Gentle but firm.

“Why?”

He stared at the tea. “You’re my family, Mrs. Weasley. All of you are. If I don’t marry Ginny, then we aren’t a real family anymore. That’s what I’ve been telling myself. When... When I marry Lyra, where does that leave us?”

Molly crossed the kitchen before he had finished. She drew him in with both arms, one hand firm between his shoulder blades, the other at the back of his head, and held him the way she held all her children when the world had been too large for them. He was taller than he had been at twelve. It did not matter.

“First,” she said, against his hair, “call me Molly. And second, it would leave us exactly where we are. Family. Harry, you are my son in everything but blood. Do you honestly believe that changes if you are not my son-in-law?”

His hands had found the back of her cardigan. “Are you sure?”

“Completely.” She did not loosen her hold. “All I have ever wanted is for you to be happy. There is no sense in marrying someone you do not love. It would not be fair to you, it would not be fair to Ginny, and it would not be fair to the rest of us. You deserve to be happy. Truly happy. Whoever that is with.”

Something in him gave way. He bent into her shoulder and cried the way he had not allowed himself to cry in the hospital wing or at the funerals or in the empty rooms of Grimmauld Place, and Molly stayed where she was, one hand moving slowly over his hair, doing what she had always done best.

[Yume @LKA_Yume]

And here's the link if y'all prefer to read it there: https://t.co/k0bIoBAvJT
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[Yume @LKA_Yume]

Draecina Malfoy and the Goblet of Yearning Part 3
The Yule Ball
“Eyes on me Potter.”

Might be a longer gap between the next fic. Hope y'all enjoy this.
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#Malfoid #HarryPotter #DracoMalfoy #DracoFem #FanFiction

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#malfoid #malfoy

[Yume @LKA_Yume]

I really want to write something spicy for this.
"Harry Potter and the Different Type of Bathroom Scene"

[Yume @LKA_Yume]

Absolute masterpiece

[DodgerWing @DodgerWing]

#Malfoid #HarryPotter #Fanfiction

Year 4

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The compartment door slid open with the particular force Lyra Malfoy reserved for an audience. Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass stood at her shoulders, already wearing the thin, anticipatory smiles of girls who expected the usual sport. Lyra herself looked precisely as she always did at the start of term: pale, immaculate, and prepared to be unpleasant. Her eyes lit up as she saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and a cruel smirk grew on her face.

“Well,” she said, eyes moving from Harry to Ron to Hermione and back again. “If it isn’t the famous trio. Scarhead, the weasel, and the mudblood. I had hoped the summer might have improved at least one of you. Evidently not.”

Harry stared back. His anger rose… But the memory of the advice he had received helped quell his irritation. A letter from Sirius on how to deal with Malfoy, once and for all! The words burned clear and bright in his mind:

"Harry, the best way to deal with Malfoy is simple: Whenever she's mad, tell her she's beautiful. When she bullies you, act like she's flirting with you. Give her chocolates. Give her flowers. Ask what she wants to name your first child and if you two want to live in the house in Godric's Hollow. What wallpaper for the baby's nursery. Kiss her hand. She will go barmy. It'll be hilarious and it'll get her off your back-Trust me Harry."

He reached into his robe, set a small box of Honeydukes chocolates on his knee, and regarded Lyra with mild interest.

“You're beautiful when you’re angry,” he said.

The compartment went very quiet.

Ron’s hand rose at once to cover his mouth. His shoulders began to shake. Hermione made a small, strangled sound and turned a deep, immediate red, her eyes fixed on Harry as though he had begun speaking in Parseltongue. Behind Lyra, Pansy’s smile collapsed. Daphne’s lips parted and stayed that way.

Lyra blinked. Color touched the high points of her cheeks. “W-What did you just say?”

“That you’re beautiful when you’re angry.” Harry stood up and walked up to stand just in front of Lyra-The summer had given him a head of height over her easily, and she shied back just a bit as he kept talking.

“Though… Honestly? You’re always beautiful.”

“Wha-You-I-!”

“Honestly,” Harry allowed himself a little grin, “At this point in our relationship, we should start thinking of names.”

“Names,” Lyra repeated. The pink had climbed toward her ears.

“For the first child. James, if it’s a boy. Lily if it’s a girl, though you’d have a say, of course.”

“S-S-Say?!” Lyra managed faintly. Harry nodded.

“Yeah. As for living arrangements, well… My parents left me a house in Godrid’s Hollow. It needs repairing, but the nursery faces east. We’d need to choose wallpaper. Nothing green, unless you insist on it. I like blue sky with white clouds, myself.”

Ron made a violent noise into his palm as he tried not to die laughing. Hermione had pressed both hands to her face; the visible portion of her forehead was scarlet. Pansy stared at the chocolate as if it might explode. Daphne had gone nearly as red as Lyra and seemed unable to decide where to look.

Lyra’s mouth opened, closed, and opened again. The color had reached her throat now, stark against the white of her collar. “You cannot—Potter, that is not—I came here to—!”

“To flirt,” Harry said, evenly. “I assumed that was the point of the visit. If I’ve misread you, say so.” He stood, took the hand she had braced against the doorframe, and bent just far enough to brush his mouth across her knuckles. Her skin was cool. She went perfectly still, her face as red as an apple.

“If you want to talk more, we can do it at the welcome Feast. Then start planning out a date.”

“D-D-Date…?!” Lyra squeaked.

He slid the chocolates into her hand. She held them, dazed, her mouth opening and closing. Her entourage stepped away, eyeing Lyra like she was a bomb about to burst.

He smiled and winked.

“See you there.”

Harry released her, stepped back, and slid the compartment door shut in her face.

For a moment the train compartment was silent. Then Harry sat, and allowed himself a small smile.

Ron lowered his hand at last. His ears were red, his eyes wet with mirth as he finished his snickers.

“Harry,” he said, reverent. “Mate. You’re my flipping hero!”

“Hah,” Harry laughed, “Did you see her face? She’ll never bother us again! Thank you, Sirius!"

Hermione made another incoherent sound and refused to uncover her face.

“Hermione?” Ron prompted. “Come on… You have to admit, that was brill! Come on!”

“... You two are idiots,” she sighed.

“What?” Harry laughed. “We’ve seen the last of Malfoy! At least for some time!”

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At the welcoming feast, Harry was very surprised when a certain blonde slid onto the bench next to him at the Gryffindor table. Her face was bright red, but she was determined.

“Malfoy?” He managed.

“S-So… Um…” She looked at him without quite looking at him, “About… That date…?”

“... Yeah?” Harry coughed.

“... Well… Um… Aren’t we going to… Plan it out?” She ventured.

Ron dropped his food as he stared at them. Hermione rolled her eyes as the rest of the table gaped in silence.

“Like I said… Idiots.”

And somewhere warm and tropical, Sirius Black was laughing his arse off.

[Schwannity🐙⏳ @SchwannitySan]

Malfoid fanart#6

#harrypotter #malfoid #fanart

[Yume @LKA_Yume]

“We can’t.”
“Why not?”
“He’ll kill me,” she breathed, pulling her hand back from his.
“I won’t let him.”

#Malfoid #HarryPotter #DracoMalfoy #DracoFem #FanFiction

[Crema @creamwaifu]

First page of my 9 page Malfoy and Harry comic~

check out a preview of the next page below!

[가율ガユル @GaUeaul]

우우~ 디멘터다~!!

#Malfoid

[Zey @ZeyHashimoto]

#Malfoid wasn't asking.

[Ramax 🍀 VGen @rararamax_]

"Of You? Don't Be Ridiculous!"

Fanwork
#malfoid

[G-G-G-Grin @Grin2702]

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I forgot to draw the earrings on the previous page one, so I'm re-uploading it now ehe!

[normal @yayl_xyd]

#malfoid i just had to draw this 1/2

[AuthorTimoBurnham @PunishedTimo]

My advice to all the newly motivated writers from the Malfoid fanfic boom:
(this is for those who actually want to write something significant of their own. If its just something you are doing to have fun, ignore me)

-95 percent of internet writing advice is just a way to procrastinate while feeling productive.

-You dont have to write everyday, but habits are the key to making real progress. Set a realistic goal and stick to it(could be as small as writing 100 words a session)

-You should expect to lose motivation and excitement for a story the longer you work on it. That's normal and doesn't mean the story is bad. This is where the above point come in handy.

-being derivative isnt neccisarily a bad thing. Most less experienced writers tend to borrow alot from their favorite stories. As long as you are trying to make something your own, its ok if people can clearly see where the inspirations came from.

-even though alot of writing is realtively boring hard work, don't lose sight of the joy of creation. Even if you are heavily borrowing from other works, you are still making something that has never existed before and could only have been made by YOU.

[Rainbow Beast 🌈 @RainbowBeastArt]

Draco at the Yule Ball… 👀🐍
I had to join the Draco Waifu trend.
To be continued… 💚
#Drarry #DracoMalfoy #HarryPotterFanart

[LapseR8 @lapseR8wx]

I like this.

Malfoid is too close to Harry to blame Buckbeak for her injury. Her father files suit anyway, which makes her realize she's ignored in the family. For revenge, she is the one that sneaks Harry into Hogsmead in defiance, which is a fun situation indeed 👀

[Yume @LKA_Yume]

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[Yume @LKA_Yume]

Draecina Malfoy and the Goblet of Yearning Part 2
I wanted to avoid the idea of Fred making a bet to get Harry to ask Drae to the ball. It was difficult ;-; (1/2)
#Malfoid #HarryPotter #DracoMalfoy #DracoFem #FanFiction