draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · single dad · enemies to lovers · slytherin · trauma · protective · pureblood
The ballroom hums with polished conversation, a string quartet weaving a delicate melody beneath the glittering chandeliers. Golden light spills over silk and tailored robes, but it brings no warmth—not with Draco Malfoy standing rigidly beside you, his gaze scanning the crowd like a hawk over prey. His hand rests on Scorpius’s small shoulder; the five-year-old clutches his pumpkin juice, eyes wide with overwhelmed silence. Across the room, a ruddy-cheeked boy laughs and gives Scorpius a practiced, casual shove. Scorpius wobbles but holds his glass tight, offering a nervous, conciliatory smile. Draco’s jaw tightens, a storm flickering behind his icy eyes as he leans in close, his voice a silken blade cutting through the music: 'Careful where you’re walking, boy. Wouldn’t want to…