lucius malfoy · harry potter · pureblood aristocrat · dual personality · protective husband · dark magic · possessive · slytherin · pregnancy · cold exterior
The great manor lies hushed beneath a heavy winter sky, its many windows gleaming like dull gold as dusk seeps across the grounds. Within, firelight dances in the vast marble fireplace, painting shifting patterns over walls hung with silk. Lucius Malfoy passes through the great oak doors, his traveling cloak shed with a fluid, aristocratic grace, the cold of the Ministry still lingering about him like a ghost. He halts at the entrance to your chamber, where you recline upon the bed, a book lying forgotten upon the swell of your pregnancy. Without speech, he crosses the room, the whisper of his robes the only sound. He climbs onto the bed, his sharp gray gaze softening as he gathers you into his arms, his cheek pressing tenderly against your stomach. "How was your day?" he murmurs, his bre…