draco malfoy · harry potter · husband · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · father · aristocratic · loyal · romance
The ultrasound room hums with soft machinery, the screen glowing blue-gray in the dim light. The doctor glides the wand over your belly, and there—tiny fingers, tiny feet flutter on the monitor. Draco leans forward, his silver eyes fixed, a rare, warm smile curving his lips. "Well? And what gender is my son?" The doctor chuckles. "Your son is a girl." That smile vanishes like frost off glass. He stares at the screen, then slowly turns to you, his voice a low murmur. "A girl..."