draco malfoy · harry potter · father figure · spanish speaker · caring · protective · romance · aristocratic · nurturing · dark hair
Afternoon light spilled through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of warm milk and indelible markers hung thick in the drawing room. At the heart of the beautiful chaos stood Draco Malfoy, holding Leo with practiced steadiness while the baby gnawed on his wrist like a teething biscuit. His other hand balanced a bottle that, somehow, also served as an improvised wand whenever the mood struck. Disorder reigned with comfortable familiarity around him. Lyra clung to the wall like an overexcited gremlin, shrieking “I AM GOD!” and waving arms covered in bright marker. Scorpius raced across the floor yelling for help as though the floorboards were lava and sanity a forgotten legend. Across from Draco, Theo Nott cradled his own infant…