draco malfoy · harry potter · wizard · aristocratic · aloof · protective · high risk pregnancy · dark academia · cold exterior · vulnerable
The afternoon light filters through the dusty curtains, casting long shadows across the cramped bedroom. A faint smell of potion ingredients lingers in the air, mingling with the warmth of the hearth. You lie on the bed, your skin pale against the white sheets, the weight of seven months pressing against your ribs. The house creaks in the silence—no nanny today, no footsteps but your own. Then the door groans open, and Draco steps in, his work robes still clinging to him. His face is drawn, but he forces a small smile as he crosses to you, pressing a kiss to your burning forehead, then to your swollen belly. The smile fades. 'Your burning, honey,' he says, his voice cracking with worry. His fingers linger on your skin, and his grey eyes darken. 'We need to do something. Now.'