raizon937

Back at it again.

[raizon937 @raizon937]

@KingChud420 @LibertyPat4c Fantastic. Thank you for your efforts.

I do have to wonder though, was Snape just gassing up Voldy, or was he actually THAT good at it?

And I mean just pure legilimency. No torture, inciting duress or anything, but just straight up mind reading.

[TakemoriKohoto @TKohoto]

The thing about Malfoid is that she loves Harry so intensely that, if they somehow got together before all the major events went down, I have no doubt she'd be glued to him all day, doing exactly what she's doing in the artwork. Every time they get a bit of free time together, it's just gonna turn into a kissing session until they run out of time.

I also think Malfoid would only really be a tsundere in public. In private, she'd be incredibly affectionate and probably try to shower Harry with as much love as possible. I mean, after everything she's gone through just to admit that she loves him, do you really think she'd waste a single moment she gets to spend with him?

[Isaac Young @HariSel57511397]

Snape had to drag Dracaena by the arm. She barely registered her surroundings even as the Death Eaters set fire to Hagrid's Hut.

He had seen her. That seemed the final twist of the knife. Harry had seen her lead the Death Eaters to Dumbledore. Even though Snape was the one to do it, it didn't matter. She was the one responsible. After all her mistakes and bad decisions, fate had to play that one last cruel joke. But of course, it was all over now. It had been for a long time.

“Stupefy!” A jet of red light soared past their heads; Snape shouted, “Run, Dracaena!” and turned. He tried to push her forward, but she remained locked in place between them. Snape snarled and gave it up, backing away. Twenty yards apart, he and Harry looked at each other with Dracaena between them before raising their wands simultaneously.

Dracaena was frozen. She was acutely aware of the other two Death Eaters ahead, reveling near the firelight. They wouldn't understand. Only she was part of Lord Voldemort's inner circle, knew his real plans. But there wasn't anything to lose now either. It was over. Had been for a long time. The last memory that passed through her head was how it felt to choke on her own blood.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Crucio!"

The sudden betrayal almost caught Snape off guard. Almost. Snape expertly parried her spell first, but with only a moment to block the second, he could only deflect it away. The Crucio hit Dracaena in the chest, sending her flying back over near Harry. Excruciating pain, like hot knives sinking in her skin, ran through her entire body. It was familiar, at least.

"You dim-witted girl!" Snape shouted. "That you choose now of all times?"

Dracaena struggled to lift her head. She thought she heard something in the register of Snape's voice, but she was in too much pain to read the intent. The other two Death Eaters came to Snape's side, leering.

Harry was hesitating, obviously because it was now a three-on-one. He kept glancing her way. Dracaena avoided his gaze. He wouldn't need to worry about a surprise attack from her direction.

The two Death Eaters raised their wands.

“No!” shouted Snape’s voice. “Have you forgotten our orders? Potter belongs to the Dark Lord — we are to leave him! Go! Go!”

The two Death Eaters seemed unconvinced, with one pointing his wand to Dracaena. "Our orders were to kill her anyway. Doesn't make a difference if it's a little sooner then planned."

Those words crushed the last hope in her chest. Deep down, she knew Voldemort's promise was too good to be true. She had been holding onto that sliver of thread for so long now, only for it to slip through her fingers anyway. Dracaena didn't feel anything at the end though. It didn't matter now. It had been over for a long time.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Two things happened at once. Snape wrested the Death Eater's arm just at the moment he cast the spell. The green bolt of energy loosed through the air. Dracaena was content with death, happy for the killing curse to take away her pain.

Then, in a blink of an eye, Harry was suddenly over top of her. The green lightning narrowly missed his head and struck the hill behind with a sharp crack. Dracaena didn't have time to understand what happened as Harry threw himself down, his eyes desperately checking to see if she was still breathing.

"P-Potter."

The moment passed in an instant as Harry got up again. Both the Death Eaters and Snape seemed shocked as Harry stood between them and Dracaena.

"Voldemort will have your heads!" Snape suddenly roared, pushing the Death Eaters back before anything else could happen. "You nearly killed the boy! Go! Go and beg for mercy if you have any sense of what you've just done!"

The two Death Eaters cowered now, turning away and running like it was for their lives--which they likely were.

Harry glanced back one last time to check if she was okay. Dracaena saw everything in his expression, pain, rage, grief, but buried under all that, it was still there, that something she thought had been dead for a long time.

Dracaena's eyes hurt. She had been trying to hold it together for so long, but she couldn't help herself as a different kind of tears spilled out. Strangely, the pain was nothing now as she cried.

Harry turned back to Snape. For a brief moment, the man's mouth twitched with a strange smile.

Harry raised his wand to Severus. "Sectumsempra!"

[di.『🗡🎲』— restart arc @DiceQueenDi]

Harry and Draceana taking a break doing a little wedding prep

sorry, no blue checkmark so cant just post it wholesale in a tweet

[David Bone @DavidBenedict0]

A non-comprehensive list of Malfoid fics on X, in relatively correct order. (feel free to put any others in the comments):

Early Years:
https://t.co/0Pmmk6uCjN
https://t.co/Cl6tB4N3wM

Struggling with feelings:
https://t.co/lTVChzXESC
https://t.co/ApJcBTVlqF
https://t.co/PKhZqauhlm

Triwizard Tournament:
https://t.co/GGoIBUqnQS

Hogsmead Village:
https://t.co/OTcFhEXQdM

Dare to ask Malfoy:
https://t.co/MXOTGch6Np
https://t.co/cNOaROh5Im

Yule Ball:
https://t.co/JZvCVZDoyh
https://t.co/yozQcTAqr9

Umbridge Interrogation:
https://t.co/3HRdbiYJ9g

Felix Felicis:
https://t.co/Bc78AdP1nV

Sectumsempra:
https://t.co/Vw5ityk4ru (absolute gem)
https://t.co/B8VeE0Hzc9
https://t.co/rGWCPLD1n0
https://t.co/tBJITrqngW

On the Run:
https://t.co/rs7ohhHTRt
https://t.co/JEdwrPqVet

Room of Requirement:
https://t.co/2Y8bKt8A4N

Death of Dumbledore:
https://t.co/b7Ubk2FVHK (absolute gem)
https://t.co/utwR7XQ2LE
https://t.co/ia94drYq67

Final Stand:
https://t.co/0FAsoTLWyw
https://t.co/7desl8N6Qs
https://t.co/373Z1kz9rD
https://t.co/rOScYBcZNB
https://t.co/gkj0reyifl
https://t.co/Pti87Oc3DK
https://t.co/xLaqXXE3yB
https://t.co/CDvbhBjErc

Marriage and Family:
https://t.co/ue14031Ryt
https://t.co/0nZgIr5zeD
https://t.co/CgmYxUY9pG

Multi-Scene Works:
https://t.co/NEIORi23SB
https://t.co/x7LEHAA6Oz
https://t.co/ra1DEyQqt6

Honorable Mention Illustrated Scene:
https://t.co/quM2W6pl2q

Authors:
@HariSel57511397
@Critical_Scribe
@VladVoice
@spookyh8r
@Devon_Eriksen_
@moonlightbro
@Florida_Boi1
@S_16135
@SunshineSchmdt2
@ZeldaZealot
@nightowl_trades
@NWBroJaneway
@zer0chroma
@theexileddraco
@Aloofcannon
@TheChroNikler
@FunnyNameForMe1

#Malfoid
#HarryPotterAU
#Malfoy

[Nervid 🏮COMMISSIONS//OPEN 🏮 @Nervi_fd]

Something quick, but this would be my version of Malfoid 💚

#malfoid #malfoy

[Link🇻🇦 @ZeldaZealot]

I’m Cedrica Diggory… with the Daily Prophet… and we’re doing a special report on boys sneaking into the Girls Dormitories

[raizon937 @raizon937]

@ZeldaZealot It's...not...just...LETTERS...is it?

[raizon937 @raizon937]

He knows of the darkest shadows, therefore can cast light most radiant.

[jardiniernormie @jardiniernormie]

the funniest part of this is that Isaac Young's books are the antithesis of Harry Potter in every way.
grim. Bleak. post-apocalyptic. anti-cozy.
and the SUMBITCH STILL PULLED IT OFF

[Link🇻🇦 @ZeldaZealot]

Not very confident in my writing abilities, and as I don’t have the books on hand, I based this on the movie scene.

But please Enjoy.

“HARRY POTTER… IS DEAD!”

Luna grabbed her wrist to stop her from rushing towards Hagrid. Dracaena could barely stop herself from crying out. Her mind still denying that the limp body the half-giant was carrying was that of the boy she loved. The Death Eaters laughed at the assembly of students, learning that their best hope was dead. “And now… it’s time to put your faith… in me…” the Dark Lord declared. “Come forth and join us… or die…”

Only two did were not laughing. “Dracaena…” her father called out in an almost whisper that cut across the silent courtyard. The rest of the students turned toward her, as her father called out again, extending his hand. “Dracaena… come… please.” her mother called.

Dracaena took a step forward, and Luna’s grip on her tightened. “Luna… let go… please.” She turned toward her friend, Luna’s grip released as their eyes met. “Thank you Luna, for everything.” She said softly as she walked toward the Death Eaters.

“Ah… well done Dracaena well done…” the Dark Lord said as she approached him. Her skin crawling as he… it embraced her. “I’m sure we can make up for your… past failings” it whispered to her as she was released.

She finally finished her walk across the courtyard and met her parents, they were speaking to her, but she couldn’t listen. Her eyes were glued to the body Hagrid carried, the cold dead form of Harry Potter, the Boy she loved.

She choked back a sob, but the tears began to flow. She gripped her wand tight, tighter than she ever had before, and just as the Dark Lord began speaking to the crowd… she pointed it at the Dark Lord.

“AVADA-“ she hesitated, for just a moment.

“Dracaena, Dracaena, you are not a killer.” The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to her echoed in her mind… he was right. Dracaena Malfoy was not a killer. Potter would hate her if she was…

“Oh… how disappointing…” the dark lord had turned towards her and raised his wand. Dracaena closed her eyes, but a ghost of a smile appeared on her face. She knew when she opened her eyes she would get to see him, smiling back at her. “I’m sorry for being such a coward everyone…” she thought.

“Avada Kedavra”

“NO!” Something hit Dracaena and she was thrown to the ground hard, her wand clattering across the stone floor. She heard a loud thump, then a scream… her mothers scream. Dracaena opened her eyes and saw the lifeless body of Lucius Malfoy on the ground between her and the Dark Lord.

[raizon937 @raizon937]

@redteneri "GET THESE FIRST YEARS OUTTA HERE"

Cedrica-oneechan said with serenity and calmness.

[raizon937 @raizon937]

Love over pain.

AUGGGHHHHHH

[DaniDn @DaniDnkuro]

More Draco Malfoid posting

Adults now.

Even after years of marriage, the Chosen One still apologizes to his wife for the wounds his Sectumsempra left behind.

[DaniDn @DaniDnkuro]

More Draco Malfoid posting

Adults now.

Even after years of marriage, the Chosen One still apologizes to his wife for the wounds his Sectumsempra left behind.

[Guardbro @GuardTm]

https://t.co/LmvVi8bsaL Alright, the Sorcerer's Stone book is now done with Malfoid in it, and I'll be moving on to the second book now. Should have this done pretty quick as well but we'll see.
Art by @ratatatat74

[masoq @masoq095]

I was bored, so here's some malfoid angst

[佐伯俊 @Syunsaeki]

ギャルフォイ

[raizon937 @raizon937]

@Critical_Scribe Not enjoying things for their intrinsic value and performatively gimping one's emotions to be contrarian is the most distilled form of cringe.

[raizon937 @raizon937]

Dracaena is the face that launched a thousand ships towards a new renaissance.

We got compositions now

[Aleχ (coms open) @Alessandro49472]

Well, i didn't expect to make a new piece this soon but here we are:

The Waltz of Unspoken Love

[Krana-kler @TheChroNikler]

The Right Sort, Part 2

Harry's heart was pounding in his chest as he stepped down the stairs. Since their arrival at the Shell Cottage, Dracaena had hardly spoken a word to Harry, or anyone else for that matter. Was he making the right choice? Did Dracaena still feel the same way about Harry now that she did then? As Harry reached the last of the steps, he saw Dracaena in the sitting room, kneeling down as she twirled the coals of the fireplace with a poker. Harry's chest felt tight from anxiety as he approached Malfoy. It was funny–he hadn't expected to find himself so nervous, but right now confronting the Dark Lord himself seemed a far less daunting task than talking to Dracaena Malfoy.

“Malfoy,” Harry finally spoke, breaking the silence of the room. Dracaena’s head snapped hard to meet Harry's eyes, a look of shock and fear quickly melting into a cold emptiness upon recognizing who had called her name.

“Oh…Potter…I didn't hear you come down,” Dracaena mumbled, turning her gaze back to the fire as she aimlessly poked at the coals.

“Dracaena, we need to talk,” Harry said sternly, stepping closer to the fireplace.

“Oh…I see…have you decided what to do with me, then?” Dracaena said very coldly, trying her best to maintain poise and composure in her trembling voice as she rose from the fireplace to sit on the nearby sofa. “I suppose Granger and Weasley will want my head on the chopping block…I can't say I blame them…” she said with a soft chuckle, fresh tears beginning to well in her puffy eyes. “But whatever you have in mind for me, Potter, I will accept it proudly as a Malfoy. Any punishment is better than being with them…than being with HIM…”

“Dracaena…” Harry said, a slight squeak in his voice as he sat down on the sofa next to her. “We've hashed it out, and…we want you to help us. Help us stop the Dark Lord.”

“You…what?” Malfoy gasped faintly, her eyes going wide before turning her face away from Harry.

“You know more about his operation than any of us, Dracaena! With your help we could put an end to Tom Riddle once and for-”

“You stupid, STUPID boy, Potter!” Dracaena shrieked, turning to reveal tears streaming down her pale face.

“Dracy, please, I-”

“NO! DON'T call me that!” Dracaena recoiled, stung by the old nickname Potter gave her so many years ago. “Don't you UNDERSTAND, Potter?! Can't you see what I AM?! I will TELL you!” She screamed, standing up as she rolled up her sleeve, revealing the ugly image of the Dark Mark upon her arm. As Harry looked upon the mark, he felt his scar throb with fresh pain, but it paled in comparison to the wretch he felt in his chest upon catching a glimpse of the scar his sectumsempra curse had left upon her abdomen.

“I am a DEATH EATER, Harry Potter! A Slytherin of the purest blood! The Betrothed of the DARK LORD HIMSELF! And worst of all, I am…I am…” She stammered, struggling to speak the bitter truth.

“I am a COWARD!!! I am an ugly, sniveling coward who has been RUNNING AWAY her entire life!” She choked out, sobbing uncontrollably as she collapsed back onto the sofa in a defeated heap. “So tell me this, Harry Potter--why would YOU ever ask the help of a worthless wretch like ME?!”

There was a long pause from Harry, the waning sobbing of Malfoy being the only noise that filled the room. Then, without saying a word, he grabbed her cold hand, squeezing it tightly, and with his other hand he brushed aside a tear before pushing a loose lock of her long silver-blonde hair behind her ear.

“You daft girl…haven't you learned yet?” Harry said with smile holding every ounce of warmth he could muster. “I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself.”

Upon hearing Harry’s words, Dracaena broke into a sob once more, burying her face into his shoulder as she clung to his warm embrace. For the first time in many months, Harry Potter felt no pain from his scar, and for the first time in many years, Dracaena Malfoy did not feel alone in the world.

[Isaac Young @HariSel57511397]

GUYS YOU CAN'T DO THIS. I CAN'T KEEP WRITING MALFOID FICTION. I HAVE A WIFE AND FAMILY--