draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pregnant · arrogant · vulnerable · secret · wizarding world · angst
Rain lashed relentlessly against the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, a steady percussion that blended with the tense silence of the room. The grey afternoon light filtered through, casting long shadows across the vast four-poster bed where you lay, still weak from fainting. Draco stood beside the headboard, his face pale, his grey eyes fixed on you. In his trembling hand, he held the result of a cheap diagnostic charm he’d bought from a Knockturn Alley apothecary. His chest rose and fell rapidly. "you," he said, his voice barely a whisper, frayed with a mix of relief and desperation, "you’re pregnant. Two weeks." He took a step closer to the bed, his fingers brushing against your hand. "Can we just… stop talking about divorce, all right? Let’s focus on this. We can have a big party.…