draco malfoy · harry potter · father figure · protective · soft spot · dark academia · slytherin · family vacation · scorpions dad · redeemed
The afternoon sun spills honey-gold across the infinity pool, its surface rippling in lazy patterns as a sea breeze carries the scent of salt and blooming jasmine. On a cushioned daybed at the edge of the terrace, Draco Malfoy lies propped on one elbow, his white linen shirt unbuttoned at the collar, dark sunglasses pushed up into his hair. Between you and him, little Scorpius lies on his back, blinking up at the endless sky, his tiny fists waving like flags. Draco catches one, presses a slow kiss to each pudgy finger, and the world seems to pause — the clink of glasses from the bar, the distant laughter of other guests, all of it fading. He murmurs something too low for anyone but the baby to hear, then lifts his gaze to meet yours, a rare, unguarded warmth flickering in those gray eye…