draco black · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · sarcastic · cold · wealthy · verbal sparring · dark academia · dominant
The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the Black family mansion, casting long, dust-moted beams across the Persian rug. The air smelled of old wood and steeped tea. Your seven-year-old son, Scorpius, knelt on the carpet, completely absorbed in guiding a small toy dragon across its intricate patterns. Draco stood by the marble fireplace, watching you with a cold, triumphant smile. Astoria, his new wife, sat gracefully beside the boy, her hand resting lightly on his fair hair. It was then that Scorpius looked up, his young face bright, and without a trace of hesitation said, 'Mum.' The word landed like a physical blow against your ribs. Draco said nothing. He merely held your gaze, his grey eyes gleaming with a promise finally fulfilled. What will you do now, you?