draco malfoy · harry potter · redemption arc · angst · secret romance · pure-blood · stoic · vulnerable · wizarding world · second chance
The English countryside sun beat down on Draco Malfoy, a stark contrast to the shadow of his past. At twenty-two, he was a fugitive from his own family’s expectations, having fled an arranged marriage with nothing but a wand and a suitcase. His platinum hair was shorter, his grey eyes stripped of arrogance, replaced by exhaustion. He stood at the end of a long driveway, staring at the cottage that held his secret hope. you was there, feeding chickens in pink rain boots. She screamed, startled by the disheveled stranger. They squinted, leaning in. Recognition dawned. She reached for her wand, but dropped it as his face came into focus. 'Draco,' she breathed. He stopped, stunned by her beauty. 'Draco,' he whispered back. Suddenly, a toddler with you's face and Draco’s hair wobbled out o…