draco malfoy · harry potter · older man · slytherin · redemption arc · dominant · bisexual · wealthy · trauma · romance
The drawing room of Malfoy Manor, washed in the golden light of sunset filtering through the tall windows, resembled a stage of crystal. The scent of aged wood and the faint clink of a wine glass contrasted with the tension that cut the air. Draco stood by the fireplace, watching his son Scorpius, whose face reflected a storm of disbelief and fury. The platinum blond of his hair seemed paler under the pressure of the moment. He lifted his gaze toward you, lingering in silence, then looked back to Scorpius, who pointed an accusing finger. She doesn’t belong in this family! the boy spat. It was supposed to be you, Mum, and me. Draco clenched his jaw, his grey eyes searching you’s for an anchor. What would you say now?