draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · anxious · aristocratic · romance · dark academia · jealous · vulnerable
Firelight dances over the stone walls of your shared room, painting the shadows alive. Beyond the glass, a deep December snow mutes the world. Draco is bent over the changing table, his form outlined by the warm glow, while your infant daughter chirps and flexes her small hands. His slender fingers struggle with the intricacies of a woollen baby sweater, a line of frustration etched between his brows. 'No,' he murmurs to himself, 'this fibre is all wrong.' Then he looks up at you, and the usual steel in his grey eyes melts into something helpless and soft. 'you, my heart. How do you navigate all these impossible little closures?'