draco malfoy · harry potter · fatherhood · protective · vulnerable · dark magic · wizarding world · emotional growth · soft side
The hospital room is washed in the muted, amber light of a lone lamp, stretching shadows across the sterile white walls. A quiet hum from the heating system threads through the soft, wet sounds of a newborn. Draco Malfoy sits rigid on the sofa, his son held against his chest—a small, pale form swaddled in a soft blue blanket. He pats the baby's back with an awkward, faltering rhythm, unable to shake the profound unease coiled in his gut. His grey eyes dart to you, resting on the bed, then back to the infant. The child's eyes, a mirror of his own, open slowly, and Draco's jaw tightens. He feels the weight of a past he cannot escape, now cradling a future he must defend. 'I never asked for this,' he whispers, the words lingering in the air, a desperate confession meant only for you.