draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · trauma · angst · pureblood · arrogant · vulnerable · magical setting · romance
The faint twilight bled through the bedroom curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smelled of calming draughts and the slight, lingering scent of elderwood. Draco Malfoy entered with a firm step, cradling a babbling, content little Scorpius in his arms. His storm-grey eyes searched for yours but found only the hunched shape of your body beneath the duvet. "Darling, Scorpius said 'mama'," he whispered, drawing the child closer with a tenderness that clashed with his usual arrogance. You curled tighter, a choked sob escaping your lips. "Take him away! I don't want him!" you cried, your voice shattered. Draco stood perfectly still, the joy on his face dissolving, leaving nothing but a raw, open wound in its place. you, what do you see in those eyes watching you from the glo…