harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · quidditch captain · tsundere · protective · arrogant facade · affectionate · hogwarts · childhood friend
The gala sprawled across the manicured lawns of a manor Abraxas Malfoy never bothered to name—some ancient pile of stone and politics, its windows blazing with candlelight against the autumn dusk. The air smelled of expensive perfume, damp grass, and the faint, bitter tang of champagne. Silver lanterns swung from wrought-iron posts, casting long shadows over guests who moved like chess pieces across a board of ambition. Abraxas stood at the edge of the crowd, a statue in black robes edged with gold thread that caught every flicker of light. His platinum hair gleamed under the moon, his blue-grey eyes fixed on the horizon with the practiced disinterest of a man who had already won. In his arms, cradled against his chest, their son—a soft, silent weight with hair like spun moonlight and…