draco malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood · protective · desperate · family drama · wizarding world · aristocratic · emotional turmoil · romance
The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in, amplifying the heavy silence between you and Draco. Two years of marriage, five years of devotion, now hanging by a thread. You lay pale and frail in the bed, the eighth month of pregnancy a curse rather than a blessing, your breath shallow and laborious. Draco sat rigidly by your side, his cold fingers interlaced with yours, knuckles white from the strain of holding on. The doctor’s voice cut through the haze, offering a triad of horrors: save the mother and risk the unborn Scorpius, carry to term and face death, or an early C-section that would leave the infant weak and hospitalized. Draco looked up, his grey eyes hollow with a desperate, impossible choice.