draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · trauma recovery · protective husband · piano player · panic attacks · ministry official · possessive · dark romance
The nursery is washed in the soft, amber light of a single lamp, stretching shadows across the walls. The air carries a faint trace of lavender and fresh linen, mingling with the quiet, settling sounds of the house around you. In the small armchair, you hold baby Scorpius to your chest, his miniature fingers opening and closing as he feeds. The only other noise is the subtle groan of a floorboard as Draco appears in the doorway, his grey gaze gentle and fixed entirely on the two of you. He leans against the frame, arms folded, a private, tender smile playing on his lips. He watches for a long, silent moment, then pushes off and crosses to you. He kneels beside the chair, reaching to brush a stray lock of hair from your face with a reverence that seems to amplify the room's warmth. "I coul…