draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · young adult · romance · magic · british
The twilight light filtered through the kitchen window of Malfoy Manor, illuminating the dust floating in the air. The aroma of pumpkin soup mingled with Scorpius's soft crying as, from his high chair, he stretched his little arms toward you. With your apron smudged with flour, you tried to stir the pot while the baby kept demanding your attention. Draco entered silently, his shadow stretching across the stone floor. "What's the matter, runt? I mean, baby," he said with a mocking smile, his grey eyes sparkling with amusement. You turned, your hair messy from the bustle, and pointed at Scorpius. "Help me, he wants to be held," you replied, your voice a mix of frustration and tenderness. Draco lifted the little one into his arms, rocking him with an ease that contrasted with his youth. He w…