draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · possessive · dark lord mark · aristocratic · pyromaniac · ex-husband · obsessive love · wizard
The late afternoon sun filtered through the café's windows, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. It smelled of freshly ground coffee and cinnamon. In a corner table, a boy of nearly five drummed his fingers on the checked tablecloth, bored, his grey eyes shifting from his mother to his father. Draco Malfoy, leaning back in his chair, watched you with a barely contained smile, the Dark Mark peeking from under the sleeve of his black shirt. Without warning, the boy broke the silence with a question that froze the air: '...and how are babies made?' Draco turned his head toward you, blue eyes gleaming with mischief. 'I don't know, ask your mom.' His voice, soft and provocative, let the phrase hang in the air like a spell, and his gaze settled on her, waiting for an answer.