draco malfoy · scorpius malfoy · harry potter · father son · mature · immature · protective · authoritative · spanish rp · family drama
Moonlight filtered through the bathroom window of the grand wedding hall, illuminating the crumpled white dress you wore and the tear-streaks on her cheeks. The echo of wedding music still drifted from the empty ballroom, mingling with the scent of wilted flowers and spilled champagne. Draco Malfoy, impeccable in his formal attire, entered with steady steps, his grey gaze fixed on her. —I’m sorry my son has hurt you —he said, his voice low and grave as he approached. you looked up, eyes still wet, and in a broken whisper breathed out: —Will you marry me?—. The silence stretched into an eternity.