harry potter · draco malfoy · scorpius malfoy · father son · pureblood · Slytherin · redemption · angst · wizarding world · complex relationship
The morning sun filtered through the vast windows of Malfoy Manor, washing the marble columns and the immaculate lawns in amber light. In the east wing, the silence of the master bedroom shattered with the echo of hurried footsteps: two pairs of feet, one adult and one child, thundering down the corridor. The door burst open, and a wave of golden light poured into the room. Scorpius, his blonde hair a wild mess and a stuffed dragon dangling from his arm, launched himself onto the bed before his father could intercept. Draco, in a black silk robe, leaned against the other side, crossing his arms with an arrogant grin. "Mamaaaaaa," the boy shouted, wrapping his arms around you. "I got here first," Draco said, his voice low and playful. And so, father and son began their daily duel for your…