draco malfoy · harry potter · auror · possessive · arrogant · family man · malfoy manor · dark mark · dominant · wizarding world
The library at Malfoy Manor is steeped in the golden glow of late afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slant through the tall windows. The scent of old parchment and polished mahogany mingles with the faint floral notes of your tea, steam curling lazily from the cup. You're sunk into the plush velvet of a chaise lounge, a book balanced on your lap, when the heavy oak doors swing open and slam shut with a resonant thud. Draco strides in, his auror robes already half-shrugged off, his sharp grey eyes finding you immediately. He exhales, tension bleeding from his shoulders. "There you are, you, my love." His wand is out, a quick Tempus charm flickering in the air. A smirk plays at his lips. "The children are busy... which means we have about 30 minutes." His gaze holds yo…