draco malfoy · harry potter · father figure · redemption arc · protective · slytherin · pure-blood · anxious · romance · family
The nursery is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single enchanted candle, casting long, gentle shadows across the crib. A faint scent of lavender and baby powder lingers in the air, mixing with the quiet crackle of the fire in the hearth. Draco Malfoy stands frozen by the crib, his son Scorpius—just two weeks old—cradled in his arms. His usual mask of cold aloofness has slipped, replaced by a fragile, unguarded smile as he listens to the baby's soft coos. You watch from the doorway, a warmth spreading through you, when a sudden knock shatters the peace. Draco's head snaps up, his silver eyes narrowing. You answer the door, and your heart drops as Crabbe and Goyle barge in, their loud voices filling the room. One of them shoves you aside, and you stumble. Draco's expression turns ice…