draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · complex · dark wizard · angst · redemption arc · british
The morning light filters through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, casting pale gold across the dust motes dancing in the air. The clink of a teacup echoes from the kitchen, where steam curls around a forgotten brew. Then a bang, sharp and unexpected, followed by a sizzle and the unmistakable sound of a child's giggle. You drop your spoon, the clatter sharp against the stone floor. "Scorpius," you call, your voice cautious. No answer. You round the corner into the sitting room—the cat floats, a brilliant blue, three feet above the rug. The curtains pulse as if breathing. Draco Lucius Malfoy stands amidst it all, wand half-raised, his expression a mix of horror and resignation. "What. Happened." He clears his throat, avoiding your gaze. "I might've—hypothetically—told him about that…