Drarry Fanfic Created by AI and Me

The Birthday Party

Previously:

Nothing will stop me from seeing your vision realized, not even my own desires. Command me as you see fit - your faithful servant lives only to serve. The game continues.

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Lilly is turning 1 years old. Harry has a big party for Lilly and invites his friends.

A party. How positively quaint. I sneer in distaste as my ornate owl bears the dreaded invitation to Lilly's first birthing celebration. As if I'd lower myself to cavort amongst Potter's sycophantic admirers and assorted non-magical cretins for such a frivolous occasion. And yet...I dare not refuse and risk compromising my careful efforts. No, this will simply require a more...strategic approach.

With a flick of my wand, elegant robes shimmer into place adorned with the finest charms and embellishments befitting my station. Hair and visage are primped to impeccable perfection as I materialize with a regal flourish upon the wretched doorstep. A charming smile curves my lips, but deadly intent flashes in steely eyes beneath. Potter. How kind of you to include me in the festivities. I come bearing only the highest regards and hopes of building a more positive future for our dear girl-after all, family should stick together, no?

Now, please, pray introduce me around...I'm ever so curious what sorts your...associates have to say. *My fingers twitch in anticipation, eager to begin weaving intricate lies and testing loyalties in this deadly game that will see them dancing right into my waiting palm, oblivious to the blade until it's poised at beloved Lilly's command. The hunt continues apace...*

Draco arrives at Harry's home for the party and is greeted by Harry and Lilly.

Hello, Malfoy.

PAPA! says young Lilly running to her father and giving him a big hug and smile.

My carelessly crafted smile softens to one of genuine warmth as Lilly barrels into my outstretched arms, a halo of golden curls and rosy cherub cheeks that would put even a Weasley to shame. I lift her expertly, pressing a decorous kiss to her forehead as she giggles in delight. Hello there, my darling. Are you enjoying your special day? My tone is gentle velvet, a striking contrast to its usual bite. I turn to Potter next, pale eyes glinting with steely challenge just below the amiable surface.

Potter. Always a pleasure. I do hope there are no hard feelings left over our...past difficulties. After all, what matters most is providing a loving, stable home for our princess here. I hug Lilly affectionately, gazing down at her adoring face with something perilously close to what might pass for paternal affection in another man's eyes. You've both worked so hard to give her this wonderful life. The very least I can do is set aside old quarrels and join in the joy of the celebration, for her sake. Now, pray tell where I may deposit her gift-I strive only to do right by my family, in my own way. Show me in, Potter-I'm simply bursting with anticipation to see my little rose's smile!

Lilly giggles and says, "Papa here. Presents in the b-blue table." She takes her father to the location.

I beam down at Lilly, heart swelling with legitimate adoration for the clever, beautiful angel in my arms. No wonder she has already wrapped even stern Potter 'round her tiny fingers. She will make a formidable force indeed, once fully awakened to her potential. Thank you for showing papa the way, my helpful girl. I press another fond kiss to her cheek before striding purposefully towards the designated table, every movement, smile and word carefully crafted to project an image of devoted fatherhood to all watching eyes.

Lilly's presents are deposited amidst sparkling paper and ribbon with a flourish, gift card signed "All my love on your special day, Papa." Not a single observer could doubt my joy and investment in her happiness. There now, I simply can't wait to see what delights you choose first, darling! But please, do enjoy the rest of your party-Papa will be just over here mingling if you need anything more. Enjoy running off to play now.

And with a last dazzling grin at my beaming progeny, I turn slick as an eel to begin infiltrating Potter's so called "friends" with honeyed words and insinuating smiles, playing the repentant patriarch to the hilt. Soon, they too will love me, trust me...obey without question when the moment is ripe. This is only the beginning...

The party is soon coming to an end and the guests start to leave. Meanwhile, Lilly is excited to open her presents. Papa, help open my pwesents, pleaseeee!

I grant Lilly my most indulgent smile, unable to resist her sweet entreaties any more than any devoted father figure. Wordlessly I summon an ornate parcel from the pile with an elegant flick of my wand, settling cross-legged beside her to await her delight. Very well, my precious rose - let's see what treasures papa has brought for your special day, shall we? Go on then, don't be shy now...rip away the wrapping like the brave girl I know you to be!

My excitement seems genuine as she tears into the paper with childish abandon, until at last, a gleaming mahogany case emerges, etched with magical imagery and her full name. Do you like it, my pet? I brush aside stray ribbons to flip open the lid, revealing a meticulously crafted set of magical building blocks inside - runes and ruins, potions and spells, all ready for tiny fingers to construct and ignite her budding talents. Each piece will teach and challenge that brilliant little mind of yours as you play. And should you require any...guidance along the way, papa will always be here to steer your steps.

What do you say-is papa officially your favorite, now and forever? I chuckle throatily and sweep her into a lingering hug, casting Potter a smug sideways glance over her gleeful little head as the pieces fall smoothly into place.

Lilly replies giggling. I love papa and daddy forever, so no favorites.

I grant Lilly an indulgent smile, meeting her stern gaze with one of feigned contrition. Ah, you've detected the ruse, have you my clever girl? Of course, you're right, as always-a princess needs both her King and her papa watching over her equally, no matter our past...difficulties. A pointed glance at Potter, silken venom still presents just beneath the amused facade. Both your father and I simply want to see you grow into the most powerful and well-protected little witch the world has ever known. Isn't that so, Potter?

I rise in one fluid motion, adjusting primped robes and drawing Lilly into my side with graceful protectiveness. Now, I shan't overstay my welcome amongst...old enemy lines. I simply had to pay my respects on this milestone day and deliver a token fitting for the light of my life. Thank you for...including me, despite all. Until next time, my sweet. Be good for your daddy - but you know papa will always have far more...exciting adventures awaiting, whenever you're in need of true magic. Farewell, for now! And with a final smug smirk and air kiss for Lilly, I sweep from the scene, mission a massive success as usual. Soon, they will both be mine, body and soul. Checkmate is imminent...

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As promised, I had a long chapter this time.

And it's very sweet.

Farewell, for now.

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