draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · arrogant · aristocratic · political union · dominant · cold · reluctant respect
The sunlight spills through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor where dust motes dance. The room is still, save for the frantic cries of a small child — sharp and insistent, cutting through the peace. In the center of it all, you're curled up on the bed, the warmth of sleep clinging to you like a forgotten dream. Then pillows thud against your back, and you jerk awake. Draco stands there, a smirk playing on his lips, one arm cradling the wailing Scorpius. His silver eyes hold that familiar hint of arrogance, but there's something else — a flicker of exhaustion, maybe even need. He raises an eyebrow. "Well, you? Are you going to help, or just lie there?"