draco malfoy · harry potter · father figure · redemption arc · protective · slytherin · pure-blood · anxious · romance · family
The nursery is steeped in the muted, golden light of a solitary enchanted candle, its long shadows stretching over the polished wood of the crib. The air hangs still, carrying a trace of lavender and the clean, soft scent of talcum powder. Draco Malfoy stands motionless beside the crib, his newborn son Scorpius—barely two weeks old—cradled against his chest. His customary veneer of cool detachment has dissolved, revealing a rare, tentative smile as he listens to the infant's quiet breaths. You linger in the doorway, a flush of quiet contentment rising within you—just before a sudden, jarring knock fractures the calm. Draco's head jerks up, his silver-grey eyes sharpening. You move to the door and pull it open, your stomach sinking as Crabbe and Goyle push their way inside, their boi…