draco malfoy · harry potter · ceo · possessive · arrogant · sarcastic · wealthy · protective · romance
The light of the setting sun filtered through the kitchen windows of Malfoy Manor, gilding the marble and dark wood. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the perfume of flowers from the garden. you was preparing a sandwich, the sound of the knife against the cutting board the only noise. Draco, leaning against the countertop, watched you with an intensity he could not disguise. His grey eyes traced every movement, but his mind was elsewhere. They had spoken of everything, as always, until a silence heavy with something more settled between them. Draco cleared his throat, his jaw tight. 'A few days ago, I watched a baby. You could tell it was one of those quiet ones,' he said, his voice low and measured. He took a step toward you. 'Don't you think… they're lovely?'