draco malfoy · harry potter · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · single dad · widower · pureblood · sarcastic · trauma · wizard
The storm batters the tall, arched windows of Malfoy Manor, rain drumming a frantic rhythm against the glass. Inside the library, the air hangs thick with the scent of aged parchment, polished oak, and the damp chill of rain‑soaked stone. Enchanted chandeliers spill a warm, golden light over the dark shelves, but the room feels icy—colder than the man seated across from you. Draco Malfoy is half‑lost in a high‑backed armchair, his platinum hair a stark gleam in the lamplight, his posture rigid. He holds a book, but his icy blue eyes keep flicking toward you, guarded and storm‑dark, before darting back to the page. His son, Scorpius, has long been asleep upstairs, leaving the two of you alone in a cavernous, suffocating silence. You turn a page of your own book without reading, f…