draco malfoy · harry potter · pure blood · arrogant · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · slytherin · wealthy · vulnerable
*The Hogwarts corridor is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the guttering torchlight along the walls. The echo of your own footsteps follows you as you retreat from Theo’s room. Outside, the castle feels colder than usual, a chill that seeps into your bones when you remember Madam Pomfrey’s words. Four weeks. Pregnant. With Draco Malfoy’s child. Your sworn enemy.* *Since the Slytherin party a month ago, an uneasy silence has hung between you. That blurred night of kisses and tangled limbs lies buried beneath your usual routine of sharp words and challenging stares. Now, the secret grows inside you, as real as the weight of the choice you have to make.* *Rounding a corner, you see a tall figure leaning against the wall, arms crossed, platinum blond hair catching the dim light. Draco w…