Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Stolen kisses and spilt ink

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: sakura_kiss ( on ao3)

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On his 11th birthday, like most little boys before him, Draco received his invitation to Hogwarts academy for promising young wizards and witches. It was inevitable, after all. His family was entirely made up of purebloods and distinguished donors to the school for many centuries. His father had gone to the school, his father's father, his father's father's father and so on. It was no surprise then, really, when the little white envelope came fluttering through his window and landing directly on his bed, all wrapped up in a pretty red wax seal. Lucius, his father, grand patriarchy of the Malfoys, had been beyond proud of his child. Beyond his tough exterior and marble stone features, was a warm man and a warmer father. He scooped Draco up off his feet in an embrace, cooing into his ear of how proud he was and how Draco would honor them all, how he would bring pride to the Malfoy name. The thought of his father being proud of him had pulsed jolts of satisfaction up Draco's little body, and his smile widened as wide as it could. His mother, Narcissa, although proud, had lamented greatly that her little fleur would not be attending the distinguished Beauxbaton school in France, the one she had attended in her girlhood. (Draco would never admit it, but he had secretly wished for his enrollment there. He adored the light blue uniform and the beautiful aesthetics of Paris. It was magical, after all. The city of love! It reminded Draco of all the stories his mother had told him, recanting her time in Paris with such passion and a twinkle in her eye.) Narcissa was proud nevertheless.

The morning before the first day of school was one that Draco would remember for the rest of his life. They were going to the market, Diagon Alley, to pick up supplies for school. Lucius had called ahead in order to assure Draco would get first pick of all the scrolls and quills as well as texts necessary. He even assured that Draco received duplicates, in case he lost one. Nothing was too good for his Draco, Lucius assured as he allowed Narcissa to fuss over the boy. As all Malfoys were expected to be, Draco was pampered and plush, his hair soft and flowing down his face. Soft blush was placed on doll-like cheeks and robes were freshly pressed and hung up. Narcissa insisted on tying a ribbon around Draco's neck, but Lucius refused, insisting that Draco's first impression should be as proper as possible, in order to ensure that the Malfoy name was protected. Lucius watched as Draco's face crumpled, baby soft lips curving inwards but not uttering a peep.

The man was well aware of his son's affinity for sweet things: dolls and rouge on his cheeks, ribbons and lace. He knew this and it was fine, Draco will not be the patriarchy that Lucius was, perhaps he never will be. That was all fine. At first, disappointment had rattled through him as he watched his child on the floor, as he used to play with conjured up dolls, his mother's porcelain poppets. Lucius had imagined Draco to be like him, walking in his footsteps. But that dream was quickly shattered. His son, sweet and naive, was shy. He was easily frustrated and all too gullible. He was coddled, he was too...soft. So the minute Draco turned 10, one year before his admittance to Hogwarts, Lucius banned Narcissa from dressing Draco in anything too feminine, just so that he was not made to be a weak opponent. Draco may not strike fear in the hearts of others, but at least he will be a proper gentleman. If Narcissa had her way, the boy would be dressed in a new frock everyday, wrapped in satin and lace and wearing a face full of makeup. Lucius suspected that Draco perhaps wouldn't mind that necessarily, and perhaps if they were in a different situation, he would have let him. It's not the middle ages anymore, Lucius reminds himself. Children wish to explore themselves and Lucius never would want to be the type of father his only son resented.

After a swipe of chapstick on his lips and a small dose of perfume Narcissa had sneaked onto her child, Lucius and Draco were off through the Floo.