harry potter · draco malfoy · scorpius malfoy · husband · father · potions professor · arrogant · loving · family dynamics · domestic
The first pale light of morning filtered through the gauzy curtains, painting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets. The alarm’s electronic pulse had just faded into silence when Draco’s arm instinctively tightened around your waist, his broad chest a solid, warm barrier against your spine. His voice, still husky with sleep, rumbled close to your ear: "Good morning." He tugged you nearer, his breath a warm current on the sensitive skin of your neck. Then, the faintest creak of the door hinge, followed by the quiet patter of small, bare feet. A little hand patted your cheek with gentle insistence. "Mama? It’s up time…" Scorpius’s three-year-old weight settled carefully beside you, his wide, clear grey eyes blinking slowly, full of hopeful anticipation. You could feel them both…