The people have spoken and I have delivered... Here is "The birth of the Twins"... “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Potter. You have two healthy twins.” Twins. Draceana and Harry looked down at two healthy children. Their children. They’d been looking forward to this day for months, and now, in the maternity ward of the Hospital of Wizardry and Witchcraft, the day had finally arrived. Draceana smiled, remembering the sheer panic on Harry’s face when she had gone into labor. She swore his eyes were bigger than the moon. But for Draceana, this was something even more special than her undying love for her husband. No, this meant so much more to her than Harry could ever understand. All her life, she had taken and destroyed with no regard for who got hurt. Harry may have changed her behavior, but he could not change the past. But now, for the first time ever, she had made something of her own. And she had given her Harry a son and a daughter. Harry slowly caressed the children’s faces, taking in every single tiny detail. “This one has your eyes, honey,” Harry said as he ran his hand around the boy’s face, stopping as he reached the top of his head. “And it appears he’s going to have my hair.” “And this one has your eyes,” Draceana said as she slowly brushed her finger across her daughter’s face, admiring the beautiful emerald orbs that she had so fallen in love with. “And it looks like this one’s going to be long and blonde,” she said, looking up at her husband with a grin. Harry gave his wife a flat expression as he looked into those pretense-silver eyes that now rested on his son’s face. He held that gaze for a moment before breaking into a fit of laughter. “I guess neither of us won the bet, huh, Draceana?” he said between laughs. Draceana clicked her tongue before also breaking into laughter. “I guess not, sweetheart. Who would have guessed we’d have twins? And that they’d split our looks straight down the middle to boot. Damn, I was really looking forward to you acting like Dobby for a day.” “And I was looking forward to you drinking a Polyjuice Potion, transforming into me, and trying to teach one of my classes for a day. I still think the other teachers wouldn’t see through it.” “Oh, Harry, McGonagall would have seen through me in a heartbeat. She’s known us for too long not to catch us in the act.” “Exactly!” Harry protested. “She has known us longer than most, and you don’t think she would find it amusing? “She’d probably come up to you at one point and go Harry then stood straighter and started mimicking the headmistress’s voice and mannerism. “She’d probably come up to you at one point and go, ‘Now, Mrs. Potter, I hope you understand that Hogwarts is a prestigious magical institution, and we expect better of the staff here and not to indulge in such tomfoolery. Now, I assume that Mr. Potter is somewhere around here, no doubt hidden in that cloak he’s so fond of, and I expect him to be teaching his class again tomorrow. Please do let him know that. Now, if you will excuse me.’ Then she would probably turn around and say, ‘Oh, and Draceana, you do make a fine Harry, and it’s good to see you again. I am happy you found someone who truly loves you.’ Then she’d walk away, and I’d get an earful the next time I see her.” Draceana was now laughing uncontrollably, and she had to quickly put their children in a holder on the bed for fear of accidentally dropping them. “Yes!” she managed to squeeze out between fits of laughter. “Yes, she would really act like that, wouldn’t she? Bless that woman for managing to put up with us. Between you and me, we’ve probably shortened her life by years trying to deal with us.” Harry looked at his laughing wife. They’d been through so much; she had gone through so much, but all of that was in the past now. And now, sitting in that hospital bed, surrounded by their twins and laughing uncontrollably, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. And she was his. Just as he was hers. “You know, Pottah,” Draceana suddenly said, seemingly calmed down for now and having become quite smug, “it is said that labor is one of the most painful things a woman can experience, second only to being savagely cut open. So, I guess this is twice now you have caused me great pain. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you hated me.” Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you, Draceana? I did tell you I didn’t know what the spell did. And YOU were about to cast an Unforgivable spell on me, in case you forgot, ‘Pottah.’” And for the next few minutes, they continued to throw jabs at each other, neither wanting to lose any ground, but neither truly wanting to hurt the other. To an outside viewer, it would seem as if they were fighting. But anyone who was close to the Potters would tell you that this was simply their way of relieving stress and one of the ways they showed their love for each other. After a while, they calmed down and began admiring their newborns again. Each of them was holding one of their children in their arms, smiling at the little lives they had created. Silver eyes and Green eyes. Brown hair and Golden hair. Gold and silver, Green and brown. Funny, how colors that used to clash at Hogwarts would mix is such a beautiful way. “So,” Harry said, looking at his wife, “which one of us are they going to take after more?” “Want to make a bet on it?” Draceana replied. “Sure, sure. But first, we should probably give them names.”

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I had a flash of inspiration so here's a new story Title: Godric’s Hollow It was a cool Halloween night, and Draceana had just put Lewis and Lila to bed after a fun night of trick-or-treating. Lewis had dressed up as some Muggle superhero she still didn’t care to understand, while Lila had dressed up as a Slytherin, which Draceana supported wholeheartedly. She had even provided Lila with her old scarf from her time at Hogwarts. “Mommy, where’s Daddy?” Lila asked while she was being tucked in. “He’s visiting some family, sweetheart. He’ll be back by morning,” Draceana said before kissing her daughter on the forehead. “Now go to sleep, or a goblin will steal all your candy.” “Okay, Mommy. Good night!” “Good night, Lila, and sweet dreams.” Draceana closed the door, then went across the hall to check on Lewis. Peeking her head in, she could see her son lying on his bed and doing an awful job of pretending to be asleep. “Good night, Lewis,” she whispered, allowing him to have the momentary satisfaction of thinking he had tricked her. He’d find out in the morning just how wrong he was. After she made sure the children were tucked in bed, she armed the magical security system and went to find her husband. Harry sat silently in the graveyard at Godric’s Hollow, his breath misting in the cold air as he looked down at what lay before him. In front of him stood the gravestones of James and Lily Potter, his parents. Since his victory over Tom Riddle, he had come here every year on the anniversary of his parents’ deaths, and today marked the 30th anniversary. He really didn’t know why he had started this tradition. After all, he had been roughly a year old when Tom killed them, not nearly old enough to form memories of them. But no matter how swamped he was with work or how bad the weather conditions were, Harry always made time to come to this place. He guessed it was simply a way to feel connected to his parents. Sometimes he talked about his life, what was going on with Draceana and the kids, or he just vented about work. Other times, he simply sat in silence, staring down at those two gravestones and wondering if his parents were proud of him. It gave him comfort. He heard footsteps approaching, and Harry didn’t have to look up to know who it was. “How are the kids?” Harry asked Draceana as she sat next to him on the bench. “Asleep. Or at least Lila is. I caught Lewis pretending to be asleep when I checked in on him. He thinks he’s so clever, trying to trick his mother.” She wrapped her scarf around them both, then gripped one of his hands and leaned her head on his shoulder. Harry gave her a short chuckle. “Gee, I wonder who he gets that from.” “I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean.” “I guess not. Did you hide his candy?” Draceana gave him a wry grin. “Let’s just say he’s in for a rude awakening tomorrow.” After that, they fell silent. For a while, they sat in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s company and the little peace they had found since the kids were born. “You know,” Harry said at last, “you don’t have to come here every year.” “I know,” Draceana replied. “But I still want to. And it gives me a chance to talk to my parents-in-law. After all, it was because of them that you came into the world. And I will be forever grateful for that.” Harry turned to face Draceana, who was looking down at his parents’ gravestones reverently. Every year, she took care of the kids during Halloween night so that he could spend some time here. And every year, when the kids were in bed, she would come here to be with him. In the pale light of the moon, she looked absolutely radiant. He kissed her on the forehead and said, “I must be the luckiest guy in the world to have someone as amazing and beautiful as you. Of all the spells I have seen in my life, the greatest was the one you cast on me.” “What brought this on, Harry?” Draceana asked. She turned toward him, and Harry grabbed both her hands in his and looked into her eyes. “I never knew my parents, and the Dursleys were horrible to me until the end. So, I never really got to experience familial love. Not until I found you, at least.” “What about Ron and Mrs. Granger? Didn’t you consider them family?” Harry shook his head. “No, it’s not the same. Ron and Hermione are good people and my closest friends, but I could never consider them family. It was you who gave me the love I was missing. It was you who finally gave me a family. Thank you, Draceana. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Tears started to well up in Harry’s eyes, and he began to softly sob. “Thirty years. It’s been thirty years since their deaths. I miss them, Draceana,” Harry said between sobs. “I know it doesn’t make sense to miss someone you don’t remember, but I do. It’s not fair. I never got to introduce you to them. They never got to see our wedding, and they’ll never get to meet their grandchildren. They’re gone, killed by Tom Riddle and buried under the ground. It’s simply not fai—” “Shhhh,” Draceana whispered as she buried Harry’s head in her chest. “I know, Harry. I know you miss them. But I’m here for you. Take as long as you need. I love you.” And so, they sat there. Harry, who was crying over memories he would never have, and Draceana, who was comforting her whole world. And as they sat there, Draceana thought to herself: This man and our children are my whole world. And there is nothing on this Earth that would not fight in order to protect my world.

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New chapter in my #malfoid fanfic. This ones happens much later in the over arching story. I made this one while I think of more Harry X Draceana stories (Also I've put everything on wattpad (link at the bottom) The Sorting Ceremony was September first, and the Great Hall was a bustle of noise. Fifteen years had passed since the war with the Death Eaters, but even then, it had not stopped the school from opening its doors to new witches and wizards every year. Children from all over England were packed shoulder to shoulder, waiting with intense anticipation for the Sorting Ceremony to begin. The lights dimmed, and the room went deathly quiet. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then, from the large doors on the far side of the hall, came a grand silver stag. It flew around the rafters and danced from table to table. At one moment, it seemed to linger in front of two children in particular. To the untrained eye, this would seem to be mere happenstance. After all, why would a Patronus linger on these two children? One was a girl who had platinum-blonde hair, striking green eyes, deep love for all things magical. The other was a boy who had shaggy brown hair, silver eyes, and a reputation for mischief. They were simply ordinary first years, and anyone who thought the stag looked at them differently was clearly seeing things. And so, the stag danced around the Great Hall, and all the children were awestruck by its beauty. Eventually, the stag came to rest where the teachers would sit. It gave one last look at each and every table before exploding with light. The children shielded their eyes, and when their vision returned, a roaring gasp filled the room. The table that had been empty just a moment ago was now filled with the teachers of Hogwarts. An older woman stood at its center and, with a clear, booming voice, declared, “Welcome, one and all, to Hogwarts!” There was great cheer when she said that, but with a wave of her hand, the room was once again silent. “As I said, welcome, young wizards and witches, to your first year at Hogwarts. I am your Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, and I am very pleased to meet you all.” She paused for a moment while she surveyed the room before continuing. “Now, I am certain you are eager to begin the Sorting Ceremony, but I would like to inform you of a change.” Whispers filled the room as the children wondered what could possibly have changed over the years and why they hadn’t been told beforehand. “Now, don’t worry,” McGonagall declared, quieting the room. “We have simply changed who shall explain the Four Houses. I am sure this man is a household name. Please give a round of applause to Professor Harry Potter!” With that name, the Great Hall erupted into a frenzy of cheers. Everyone knew who Harry Potter was. After all, he was the one who had defeated Voldemort and the Death Eaters once and for all fifteen years ago. As they cheered, a man got up from the teachers’ table and approached the stand. His hair was brown and shaggy; his eyes were deep green, and he wore a dark gown. Around his neck, he wore two laced ribbons, one of deep scarlet and gold, and the other of deep green and silver. “Thank you, Headmistress McGonagall,” Harry Potter said. “As she said, my name is Harry Potter. More importantly, I will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.” He paused for a moment, looking down at each and every table. “The Four Houses of Hogwarts have been a cornerstone of this school since its inception. “First, you have your Gryffindors.” As he said this, the flags around the room turned deep gold and scarlet, with a lion at their center. “Gryffindor students are courageous and chivalrous. They are willing to put themselves in danger to protect others. They are our fiercest warriors and greatest protectors.” “Then you have your Hufflepuffs.” Again, the flags changed, now to yellow and black, with a badger at their center. “Hufflepuffs value hard work and loyalty. They use magic to help others, even at the detriment of themselves. They are our greatest healers and leaders.” “Next, you have your Ravenclaws.” The flags changed again, this time to blue and bronze, with an eagle at their epicenter. “Ravenclaw students are creative and intelligent. They use their knowledge to better our society in ways we can never imagine. They are great scholars and teachers.” “And lastly, we have the Slytherins.” As he said the name, a murmur broke out in the room. After all, it was the Slytherin students who had betrayed Hogwarts and sided with the Death Eaters. Who would want to be with them? Harry raised a hand to quiet the room. “I see some of you have your worries about the Slytherin house,” Harry said with a smile. “But worry not. For this house’s philosophy has changed over the years.” With a flick of his wand, the flags changed to deep green and silver, with a great peacock spreading its wings in flight. “Slytherin,” he began with a smile, his mind wandering ever so slightly as he pictured a woman with long golden hair, striking silver eyes, and a smile as warm as the sun. “Value the love of magic itself. They are ambitious, cunning, and pure. They use their love of magic to peel open the secrets of the universe so that we may better know it ourselves.” And as he finished his speech, the Headmistress placed the Sorting Hat on the pedestal. The room buzzed with excitement. “Wizards and witches!” Harry called. “I once again welcome you to Hogwarts, and let the Sorting Ceremony begin!” link to the entire collection of short stories wattpad.com/story/416912658-…

Epilogue story to my last fanfic. #Malfoid “I do.” Two words. Those two magical words were all it took to fill Draceana’s heart with joy. Standing there across the altar from her was Harry Potter, her savior and the love of her life. The only one who had reached out a hand and pulled her out of the darkness. The Boy Who Lived. And the boy who loved her. He stood before her, clad in a dark blue suit with a scarf of red and gold wrapped around him, looking as dashing as he had at the Yule Ball all those years ago. “He’d look so much better in green and silver,” she thought. But as she looked up into those dark green eyes, she let that thought pass. Those eyes would do. They had dealt with so much together. They’d fought. They’d danced. They had grown close, and they had almost lost it all. But in the end, at the darkest hour, they talked. And that talk changed their lives forever. It gave both of them strength when they needed it the most. And it was that strength that gave her the courage to stand up against Voldemort on that fateful morning when he proclaimed that Harry was dead. She knew that wasn’t true. After all... he had promised her. And together, they vanquished Voldemort once and for all. Draceana looked around the Great Hall of Hogwarts Castle. It was only right that the place of their union was where it all began. She saw all the familiar faces. Crabbe and Goyle were there, of course. There wasn’t a thing in the world that would have prevented them from seeing her off. But there were also Ron, Hermione, Neville, and all the other people Harry called friends. It had taken a long time and a lot of work from Harry, but they had finally accepted her, and now she could call them friends. But as she looked around, there were two people she couldn’t find. Two people whom she wanted most of all to see this. “But of course,” she thought with a sigh. “They have been sentenced to life in Azkaban. There’s no way they would be here.” After Voldemort was defeated, the rest of the Death Eaters were soon arrested as well. She was no exception. But her parents had pleaded with the Ministry of Magic to exonerate her. They claimed that, for years, they had slowly mind-controlled her, forcing her to do the things she did against her will. Lies, of course. But she knew it was an act of love, and a final message to her that she should have a happy life. So, she knew it was fruitless, and yet she still looked. And just as she was about to give up, she saw them. Way in the back, with guards on either side of them. She locked eyes with them and saw the pride written all over her parents’ faces. She looked back at Harry, whose smug grin told her all she needed to know. He had planned this. She wanted to smack the smug grin off his face, but she wouldn’t ruin her special day with violence. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. “No!” she thought. “I will not cry on my wedding day. Especially not in front of him.” “You may now kiss the bride.” Before Harry could even move, Draceana was already lunging at him, wrapping her arms around his back and pulling him into a deep kiss. For a moment, it was just them, but the roar of the cheering crowd brought them back into the present. “You know,” she said, looking at her new husband. “Do you know what brought me to the edge of the forest that night? It was the thought of losing you.” She looked down at the floor, tears flowing freely now. “I could deal with you hating me, with you loving another girl. But I couldn’t stand letting you die. I had a feeling that if I didn’t get my feelings straight, if you went into the forest without knowing how I felt, I would never see you again. And I could never live with myself.” Harry looked at her, those beautiful green eyes filled with love for her. He gave her a warm smile as he caressed her face, drying her tears. “You did save me, Draceana,” he said suddenly. “When Tom hit me with the Killing Curse, I may as well have been dead. But it was your voice that brought me back from the brink. Thank you, Draceana, for saving me. I love you.” “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mr. and Mrs. Potter!” Draceana blushed uncontrollably. Trying to regain some semblance of control, she kissed him again, then, forcing a smirk, said, “Guess I win, Harry. I’ve stolen your time, your attention, and now, I have stolen your name.” But all Harry did was lean over and whisper into her ear. “But it seems I won, for I have stolen your heart, Mrs. Potter.” This made Draceana’s brain short-circuit, and she was at a loss for words, blushing uncontrollably at the altar. “That damn boy,” she thought, trying to regain her composure. “When did he get so clever?”

I’m cooking a gourmet meal with this Draconia side story 😭🔥 It’s all about the little interactions with other characters the main story doesn’t always get to show. First part drops tomorrow. I’m so excited to share it 🐍👀 Read it here 👉 wattpad.com/story/416789252-…

All three of her looks are perfect. #malfoid #malfoy

Never thought I'd give elon money or do fanfic but here we are... I give you The Forest Confrontation Harry Potter stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Further in was Voldemort, waiting for him. Waiting to kill him. The air was stagnant. The night sky was hidden behind a dark sheet of clouds, and even the forest critters were quiet. It was as if the whole world was holding its breath. Harry took a deep breath and took a step forward. “And where do you think you're going, Potter?” Harry Potter turned to see where the voice was coming from. At the entrance of the Forbidden Forest stood Draceana Malfoid. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and her beautiful golden hair was disheveled and dirty from running there in the dark. And her eyes—those great silver eyes—were staring daggers at him. “Why do you care, Malfoid?” Harry said, turning back toward the forest. “I’m here to finish this. Voldemort needs to be taken down.” “And you think you can take him down on your own? You're more of a fool than I thought, Potter.” “And what are you doing here, huh? Come to grovel at your master's feet? Is betraying all your friends worth all this destruction? All this death?” Harry turned and began to walk further into the forest, not wanting to linger with her anymore. The feelings that were welling up inside him were far too great for him to handle, and any more of this would make them burst. “Why did you save me?” she asked, her voice tinged with the faintest bit of pain, like an old scar that still tingles long after it’s been healed. “Huh?” Harry asked, turning around. “In the Room of Requirement, you could have left me to die in that fire, but you didn't. Why did you come back and save me? Don’t you hate me?” As Draceana spoke, she started to cry. “Isn’t that why you used that accursed spell on me in the bathroom that day? And after all that time, I thought we were becoming friends?” she said between tears. “You're horrible, Potter! Playing with a girl's feelings! Being nice to her one minute and then turning around and leaving her bloody on the bathroom floor! And then you have the gall to save her like nothing happened! Like doing that would make everything all right. Well, screw you, Potter!” she spat. Then she turned around and started to leave, leaving Harry at a loss for words. *** Draceana Malfoid was angry. She was angry at Voldemort for attacking Hogwarts. She was angry at her parents for forcing her to become a Death Eater. She was angry at Dumbledore for dying and leaving them to fend for themselves. But most of all, she was angry at herself. “Malfoid.” Tears streamed down her face as memories flooded into her mind. She remembered her first meeting with Potter in Diagon Alley. She remembered teasing him during the first years of Hogwarts. She remembered the Yule Ball, where she danced the night away with him. She remembered getting closer to him as she helped him study for a test in Professor Snape’s Potions class. And she remembered the pain she felt when he cast that spell at her and the hate he had in his eyes. “MALFOID!” She was angry for falling in love with someone who didn’t love her. She was angry for being manipulated by her parents into becoming a Death Eater. And she was angry at herself for coming here and breaking down in front of Potter. She thought she could stand seeing him with another girl, but when he saved her from that fire, she knew she would never get over him. But perhaps this was for the best. After all, who would love a Malfo— “DRACEANA!” Draceana turned, unsure of what she had just heard. Did Harry Potter just call her Draceana? In all the years she’d known him, he had never called her by her first name. “Draceana,” Harry Potter repeated. He had returned to the entrance of the forest, and she could faintly make out his face. He looked so... tired. “Draceana,” he said for a third time. “There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think back to that bathroom with regret. I never wanted to hurt you.” “Then why!” Draceana cried. “BECAUSE I WAS ANGRY!” Potter yelled. “And I was in a bad place. And I thought you had become a Death Eater. When I found you in the bathroom, I was planning on confronting you. To demand an explanation. But then you started casting that curse.” “That wasn’t me! I wasn’t in control of myself,” Draceana said, tears staining her face. “I know, Draceana. I know. And when I cast Sectumsempra, I immediately regretted it. I didn’t know what it did, and when I saw you bleeding, all that anger went away. Who do you think was the one who carried you to the infirmary? Who do you think was the one who got Professor Snape to heal you? I know what I did to you was unforgivable, and I would never forgive myself if someone I cared about died because of me.” The last thing he said hit her like a ton of bricks. Time seemed to stop for a moment. Potter cares about me? she thought. Since when? Thoughts were racing through her head, but she needed more information. “What do you mean you care about me, Potter? You seemed just fine with that Weasley girl.” “I was in a dark place after our fight, and I think she took advantage of that. But there was never a day that I didn’t think about you. I wanted to talk to you, to make things right, but the shame held me back, and when I gained the confidence... it was far too late. I do care for you, Draceana. A lot. And when this is over, I want to talk things out with you and—” “You talk too much, Potter,” Draceana said as she walked up to him, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him into a deep kiss. For a minute, nothing mattered. The war, Voldemort, the Death Eaters. Even the makeup that was undoubtedly messed up from her tears didn’t matter. All that mattered to her was this moment. Her eyes locked with his deep green eyes as they shared their kiss. But she had to let the moment pass. Slowly, painfully, she backed away from Harry. “I-I-I...” Harry stuttered. “Shhhhhh, dummy,” Draceana said with a smile. “Let the moment pass.” “I’ll come back,” Harry said after a while. “I’ll do what I need to do against Voldemort, and I’ll come back to you. And then...” He said, smiling for the first time in what seemed like forever. She missed that smile. “And then we can talk about this... about us.” Draceana smiled and put a finger on Harry’s lips. “Oh, Harry, don’t you know you shouldn’t make a girl a promise you know you can’t keep?” Then she grabbed him by the shirt again and pulled him in close. “But you had better keep this one. Because if you die, I’ll find you in hell, and I’ll hex you for all eternity.” Harry pulled her into one last kiss before saying, “I’ll hold you to that, Draceana.” Then Harry released her, and she let go of him. He gave her one last smile before turning back toward the forest and disappearing among the trees. Draceana stood there for a few moments before turning back toward Hogwarts. As she walked, it was as if the world took a deep breath. The wind blew, the critters chirped, and the moon peeked through the clouds. “Potter,” Draceana said with a smile. “I’m starting to like that name. I think I’m going to keep it.” #malfoid