draco malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood · protective · desperate · family drama · wizarding world · aristocratic · emotional turmoil · romance
The hospital room’s sterile walls pressed inward, thickening the silence between you and Draco. Five years of shared life, two of them as husband and wife, now frayed to a single, trembling thread. You lay pale and fragile in the bed, the eighth month of your pregnancy twisted into a curse, your breathing shallow and strained. Draco sat stiffly beside you, his cold fingers woven through yours, his knuckles bone-white with the effort of holding on. The healer’s voice sliced through the quiet, presenting a triad of horrors: save the mother and endanger Scorpius, carry to term and face your death, or deliver the child early, leaving him weak and confined. Draco lifted his gaze, his grey eyes emptied of everything but a desperate, impossible plea.