Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Lilies and Poison Ivy

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: sakura_kiss ( on ao3 )

It had always been within a gentleman's favor to find a bride that will be both suitable of class and wealth. This fact rang throughout England and was instilled in children from a young age. For those already married and have neither grand status or illustrious wealth, it was in their best interest to wish for their offspring's success in finding a marital partner.

The Malfoys were not a family of extravagant wealth, nor were they a family of resounding fame, but their home was of considerable stature and their reputation deemed them well-groomed citizens of society. Lucius Malfoy, patriarch of the Malfoy family, had been a merchant in his early years and was able to provide a rather comfortable living for his wife and child due to an inheritance that was bestowed upon him. Although this estate was located further away from town, it included a small farm and garden in which produce was accessible. It wasn't necessarily frugal living, situated in a large plot of land, but it wasn't comparable to the mansions that were located down by the river. Therefore, the Malfoys found themselves between two worlds: the proletariat and the bourgeoisie.

Narcissa Malfoy was a lovely woman; a woman who enjoyed the finer accessories of life. A french native, Narcissa was fond of all things lace, gold, pearl, and glass. An upright woman, Narcissa walked with a graceful air, as if she floated upon clouds. Her head held high and a taste for luxury, she attempted to make her home, what was at first a dilapidated and broken farmhouse, into a cozy and loving environment for her newborn son, Draco. Draco had been the crown jewel of the Malfoy family. Doted on by both his parents, Draco had grown within a family of adoration and fondness. Although his mother sometimes smothered him, nitpicking and pushing little details, she wished to gift Draco with any luxury their small fortune could afford. His father, although not as overbearing, was just as affectionate, if not more. Draco had always found a special bond with his father that surpassed his bond with his mother. Lucius may not have been a rather emotional man, but often did Draco find a warm hand on his shoulder, or patting his back. Often did he find a warm chest to hug into when he absolutely needed one and often did Lucius', firm tone bring ease to his senses. His family was enough, more than enough for his tastes.

Draco had been a child of extreme beauty, a child with good breeding. His parents had often joked they had raised a fairy or nymph or any other woodland creature of storytale instead of a human boy. Lithe figure, sharp features, brilliant grey eyes and icy blond hair, Draco was otherworldly. Porcelain skin, creamy and pale to the eye that rose to soft pink when flushed, Draco found himself at the center of attention within the young men in town when he was doing his daily shopping. A sweet fawn amongst a group of wild boars, Draco had never been like the other boys his age. While the others boys grew to be muscular and hairy, a true symbol of virility and blind pride, Draco had grown to be somewhat of a fair maiden, delicate and elegant. This fact was to his mother's delight, who desperately wished to see her child engaged and married by the time he was 16. Preferably to a man of wealthy means who would give her son a life of riches and comfort.

At 18 years old, Draco was neither engaged, nor married. Much to his mother's disdain, Draco had never found himself drawn to romantic affairs like the girls in his classes, or the women his mother would bring home for tea and gossip. Narcissa often joked that Draco's dispassionate for romance was the bane of her existence. Her pretty child, as beautiful as fresh fallen snow on vibrant green English countryside, would rather bury his head in books and poetry than socialize and would rather dirty his hands and clothes with soil from gardening, than wear crisp white linens and lace. Narcissa often blamed her husband for Draco's rather independent and headstrong behavior. He was not docile and giddy like the other girls his age had been, but instead he was sharp tongued, rather crass at times and otherwise blunt. Although Draco's sarcastic comments often brought a smile and chuckle to his father's face, his mother abhorred this personality characteristic of her son. Draco, at times, could be rather charming and witty. In fact, he felt rather comfortable when confronted with a battle of wits. But, his mother feared that his slightly boorish behavior would scare away potential partners who would much rather prefer a bubbly airhead than a brooding scholar. Draco never really minded this fact and often told his mother he wouldn't mind never getting married (at this comment, Narcissa gasped and held her heart, telling Draco to not say such things).
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