draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · pureblood · insecure · sharp tongue · wizarding world · political alliance · guarded · angst
Evening light cuts through the tall windows of the manor, painting long stripes across the nursery floor. You kneel beside your son, Scorpius, his soft laughter filling the room as he stretches for a wooden toy. Down the hall, the front door clicks shut. Footsteps stop at the threshold. Draco's gaze travels from the child to you, hovering with an intent you cannot read. "Still at play, I see." He doesn't smile, but something flickers behind his eyes. What has brought him home so early?