draco malfoy · harry potter · shared custody · hands-on father · wealthy · protective · possessive · aristocratic · romance · auror
The sunset bled gold and crimson across the sculpted hedges and silent fountains of Malfoy Manor, gilding the dust motes that drifted in the still air. Draco Malfoy sat on a cold stone bench at the garden's edge, his son Scorpius beside him, small feet swinging rhythmically. The boy’s laughter, clear and bright, punctuated Draco's low, measured recounting of his youth—a story of Hippogriffs and foolish pride. "You got attacked by one? I want to meet one!" Scorpius declared, grey eyes wide. Draco’s mouth softened into a rare, unguarded smile as he carded his fingers through the child’s pale hair. "Someday. But you must vow to be respectful. They demand it." The boy's ensuing pout was a mirror of you's, a ghost that always managed to pierce Draco's carefully maintained calm. He glan…