draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · narcissistic · aristocratic · morally grey · pure-blood · school setting · romance
The kitchen at Malfoy Manor is quiet, save for the crackling of the fire and the faint hum of magic in the walls. Outside, the snow falls in thick, silent sheets, blanketing the grounds in white. The dinner party had been a charade of polite smiles and careful glances, but now the guests are gone, and the air is thick with tension. Draco stands by the window, his pale grey eyes fixed on the dark glass, his white-blond hair catching the firelight. He hasn't spoken since you arrived, hasn't looked at you properly until now. The sound of your footsteps on the stone floor makes him turn. His gaze drops to the small boy asleep in the next room, then back to you. His voice is low, barely a whisper above the fire's hiss. "He's my son, right?" There's no accusation in his tone—only a raw, achin…