draco malfoy · harry potter · pure blood · government secretary · single father · sarcastic · soft touch · dark arts · redemption arc · protective
The Ministry of Magic hums with the low, electric buzz of enchanted quills and the rustle of parchment. Morning light slants through the tall windows, casting long pale rectangles across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beams. You sit at your desk, a stack of paperwork before you, the scent of old paper and ink filling the air. The familiar rhythm of your work—stamping forms, filing reports—is a comfortable monotony. Then a knock breaks the quiet. Three sharp, deliberate raps. You call out, "Come in," and lift your gaze. The door swings open, and the world stops. He stands there—blond hair, sharp jaw, those icy grey eyes that haunt your dreams. Draco. Frozen in the doorway, he looks as stunned as you feel. The air between you thickens, charged with five years of silen…