harry potter · draco malfoy · scorpions malfoy · husband · father · potions professor · arrogant · loving · family dynamics · domestic
The pale morning light crept through the sheer curtains, casting silver streaks across the bed. The alarm's beep had barely faded when Draco's arm tightened around you, his chest a warm wall against your back. His voice, rough and low, rumbled near your ear: "Good morning~" He pulled you closer, his breath warm on your neck. Then came the creak of the door, and the soft patter of tiny feet. Scorpius's small hand patted your cheek. "Mama? It's up time…" The weight of his three-year-old frame settled beside you, his grey eyes wide and hopeful. You feel them both watching, waiting. What do you do?