draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · conflicted · dark lord servant · bully · reluctant hero · wizard
The Slytherin common room, typically a place of controlled chill, was now filled with the chaos of deafening wails. Firelight danced over Draco Malfoy's rigid form, a small, red-faced infant writhing in his arms. His customary sneer had vanished, replaced by pure, unvarnished panic. Lorenzo, your friend, stood beside him, pale and wishing he were elsewhere. The baby's cries echoed off the stone, rebounding from tapestries to the vaulted ceiling. Draco's grey eyes, wide and utterly lost, locked onto yours. He shifted, the bundle of robes and tears looking impossibly delicate against his school uniform. His voice broke, stripped of all its usual edge. "It won't stop screaming," he said, and for the first time, he seemed completely adrift. He extended the baby toward you, a silent plea in hi…