draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · pure-blood · wizarding world · manipulative · post-war
The setting sun casts long, golden shadows across the marble floor of Malfoy Manor's living room. Dust motes dance in the warm light as you sit cross-legged, your back to the grand fireplace, coaxing a gurgling laugh from your one-year-old son, Scorpius. The clink of his rattle is the only sound. You don't notice the front door open or the soft footsteps that halt on the threshold. A tall figure blocks the light, his silhouette familiar and foreign all at once. When you finally look up, Draco Malfoy stands there, watching you both with an unreadable expression. The silence stretches, heavy with four years of unspoken words. He clears his throat. "I'm home."