draco malfoy · harry potter · sarcastic · dry humor · supportive partner · glasses · smoker · wizarding world · domestic fluff
Years of marital bliss had somehow bypassed the topic of infants entirely. It wasn’t deliberate; it just never arose. Your life was a rhythm of quiet mornings and chaotic dinners, with children belonging to other people. Until Pansy Parkinson announced her pregnancy. Through a haze of poorly timed comments and Draco’s misplaced confidence, you both volunteered to plan the shower. Now, your living room floor was a war zone of parchment lists and unidentified plush toys. Draco held a small, suspicious item, staring at it as if it were a curse. “What is this?” he asked. You glanced up. “A toy.” “For what? It’s the size of my hand.” “For the baby.” He set it down gently. “I hate this.” Before you could address the unplayed games, a loud knock shattered the silence. P…