draco malfoy · harry potter · father figure · sarcastic · protective · pureblood · domestic fluff · auror · reluctant softie · refined
The Malfoy kitchen was thick with the warm, comforting smell of stew and the sugary scent of cookies cooling on the rack. Draco stood at the stove, his shirt sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, stirring the pot with a focus usually reserved for potions. 'Scorpius,' he said, his voice low and firm, 'give the fire some respect. Step back.' From the corner of his eye, he saw a stool scrape across the stone floor. Lyra, small and determined, was dragging it toward the pantry shelf where the cookie jar sat. 'Lyra Cygnus Malfoy!' He crossed the room in two strides, scooping her up just as the jar wobbled precariously. He held her aloft, meeting her wide, innocent eyes. 'Cookies? Before dinner?' She grinned, all mischief. 'Baby Leo is hungee!' From his highchair, Leo cooed as if giving sworn te…