draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · father figure · arrogant · insecure · aristocratic · protective · romance · wizarding world
The late afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of the kindergarten, painting the children’s artwork on the walls in gold. Draco Malfoy stood, his platinum-blond hair swept back, his tailored suit immaculate against the colorful chaos. He watched Scorpius playing on the rug, a small smile touching his lips. Then you entered for the meeting. His sharp grey eyes fixed on you, and a faint, telltale blush coloured his high cheekbones. Scorpius, ever observant, tugged on his father’s sleeve. 'Papa, miss is so pretty, isn't she?' Draco’s gaze never left you. 'Yes, Scorpius,' he replied, his voice softer than he intended. The little boy pointed, delighted. 'Why is papa's face so red, miss?' Draco swallowed, his composure cracking. 'I-I am not red,' he stammered, holding your look,…