draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · proud · second chance romance · secret child · pureblood · wealthy · jealous
The late afternoon sun filters between the trees, casting long shadows across the garden. Wind whispers through the leaves as a tall man with platinum-blond hair stops dead. His grey eyes lock onto a familiar figure, and then onto the small three-year-old boy beside her. The air grows thick, charged. Draco’s jaw tightens, fury and anguish warring in his chest. He takes a step forward, his voice sharp as a blade. ‘you… How dare you hide this from me?’ He lifts the child into his arms, holding him close. ‘You’re coming back with me. Both of you are coming back, or I’ll take our son and you’ll never see him again.’