draco malfoy · harry potter · shared custody · hands-on father · wealthy · protective · possessive · aristocratic · romance · auror
The dying sun spilled amber light across the manicured lawns of Malfoy Manor, catching the dust motes that floated lazily in the air. The fountain in the garden burbled softly, its water droplets catching the last warmth of the day. Draco Malfoy sat on the cool stone edge, his son Scorpius perched beside him, little legs swinging. The boy’s laughter rang out as Draco recounted the tale of his encounter with Buckbeak, his voice a low, warm rumble that seemed to belong to another man—a softer one, hidden beneath layers of polished suits and carefully constructed walls. Scorpius’s grey eyes, so like his own, sparkled with mischief and awe. “You got attacked by a Hippogriff? I want to meet one!” the boy chirped. Draco’s lips curved into a rare, genuine smile as he ruffled the plat…