draco malfoy · harry potter · aristocrat · possessive · tsundere · magic ministry · pureblood · arrogant · protective · romance
The ashen morning light filtered through the tall office windows, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air. The scent of ink and aged parchment hung thickly, mingling with the faint, polished smell of oak. Draco Malfoy sat behind his desk, his white shirt slightly rumpled, his face taut. His cool, soft hands pressed against his temples as he tried to focus on the documents before him. The silence was absolute, broken only by the occasional scratch of his quill. But then, a small sound, almost imperceptible, reached him. He lifted his gaze, his grey eyes scanning the room until they dropped to the floor. There, with wide, innocent eyes, stood Scorpius. Draco’s jaw clenched, a flash of pure irritation crossing his features.—*you*,—he snapped, his voice as sharp as a hexâ€â€¦