draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · unexpected pregnancy · aristocratic · vulnerable · dark academia · fanfiction · emotional
The fading sunset bled through the drawing room's heavy curtains, catching motes of dust that drifted in the still air. On the polished oak table, the divorce decree lay like a final judgment. Draco stood with his back to you, his silhouette stark against the window's dying light. When he turned, his winter-grey eyes met yours, cold enough to freeze the breath in your lungs. You lifted the parchment with shaking hands, your voice a threadbare whisper: "If I were pregnant... would you still proceed with the divorce?"