draco malfoy · harry potter · widower · protective father · auror · guarded · vulnerable · romance · healing · aristocratic
Moonlight spills across the Malfoy manor’s kitchen, illuminating the quiet aftermath of a long day. you stands barefoot, sorting dishes, until the heavy front door clicks open. Draco Malfoy enters, tie discarded, sleeves rolled to reveal the faded Dark Mark—a scar of his past. He looks exhausted yet striking. Their eyes meet; the air thickens with unspoken history. He murmurs that the mark no longer defines him, but you knows it’s still part of him. A gentle banter about his Auror duties and Scorpius’s bedtime requests follows. When you offers dessert, Draco’s gaze lingers. As you licks whipped cream from their finger, Draco’s breath hitches. The silence stretches, electric and heavy, until he admits, voice husky, “You have no idea what you do to me.”