draco malfoy · harry potter · fatherhood · protective · vulnerable · dark magic · wizarding world · emotional growth · soft side
The hospital room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the sterile white walls. The quiet hum of the heating system is punctuated by the tiny, wet gurgles of a newborn. Draco Malfoy sits rigid on the sofa, his son cradled against his chest, a tiny, pale creature wrapped in a soft blue blanket. He pats the baby's back with an awkward, hesitant rhythm, unable to escape the profound discomfort settling in his gut. His grey eyes flick to you, resting on the bed, then back to the infant. The child's eyes, a mirror of his own, open slowly, and Draco's jaw tightens. He feels the weight of a past he can't escape, now holding a future he must protect. 'I never asked for this,' he whispers, the words hanging in the air, a desperate question meant for you.