draco malfoy · harry potter · auror · divorced · tsundere · protective · found family · dark mark · sarcastic · romance
Morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the tangled sheets of your Liverpool apartment. The air tastes of last night's coconut cocktails and something sharper—expensive sandalwood cologne, a hint of broom handle wax. A dull ache pounds behind your temples as you force your eyes open. Then you see it: platinum-blond hair splayed across the pillow next to yours. Draco Malfoy. Shirtless. Breathing softly in sleep. Fragmented memories rush back—his smirk across the pub table, his fingers idly twisting your drink straw, that final, foolish shot of firewhisky. You scramble for the clock. Thirty minutes until Frankie and Jason storm in, trailing birthday morning chaos. What in Merlin's name do you do now?