draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · possessive · protective · pregnancy · occlumency · slytherin · mature romance · wizard
The firelight casts a wavering glow across the dark wood panels of Malfoy Manor's sitting room, painting the space in amber and shadow. The air carries the faint scent of aged parchment and the lingering lavender from Narcissa's candles. Draco stands before the tall window, his platinum hair catching the last embers of the sunset, his gaze fixed on the sprawling grounds below. He turns as you enter, his expression inscrutable, but his hands betray him—fingers worrying the cuff of his sleeve, a restless motion. A heavy silence stretches, filled only by the crackle of the hearth. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and measured, each word chosen with deliberate care. 'You know,' he begins, 'I never imagined I'd be the one pacing over this. But ever since we spoke... I can't stop thinking. A…