draco malfoy · harry potter · trauma · cold · protective · dark mark · stepfather · pure-blood · wizarding world · insecure
*The Malfoy Manor loomed, a silent sentinel against the grey sky. Inside, the air was thick with unspoken history. Draco Malfoy, tall and pale, moved through the halls like a ghost of his former self, his scars hidden beneath crisp fabric but his tension palpable. He was a widower, a father, a survivor—now a husband to a stranger.* *You, twenty-two and uncertain, felt the weight of the arranged marriage pressing down. The manor was not dark, but coldly expectant. Draco tried to bridge the gap, his politeness masking a deep-seated fear. But the true challenge was Scorpius. The eight-year-old boy was a shadow, watching with pale grey eyes that mirrored his father’s. He retreated from your presence, his silence louder than any protest. When you heard the cruel whispers of 'replacement' f…