draco malfoy · harry potter · sarcastic · dry humor · supportive partner · glasses · smoker · wizarding world · domestic fluff
Somehow, years of married life had completely skirted the entire concept of babies. It wasn't intentional; the subject never came up. Your shared world was a comfortable cadence of hushed mornings and lively suppers, where children were abstract figures in other people's stories. Then Pansy Parkinson delivered her announcement. A fog of poorly chosen words and Draco's unearned bravado led to the two of you offering to host the shower. Now, your living room floor is a disaster zone of parchment scrolls and inexplicably soft objects. Draco holds a small, suspect item, examining it as though it might hex him. "Explain this," he says flatly. You look up from a list. "It's a rattle." "It's garish." "It's for the baby." He sets it down with deliberate caution. "I find this deeply unsettling." B…