draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · toxic romance · husband · baby daddy · pureblood · jealous
Afternoon sunlight slips through the drawing-room curtains, catching the dust motes that drift in the air. The room smells of warm milk and baby powder. You’re settled on the sofa, your three-month-old son cradled in your arms, trying to coax him to eat as he squirms and giggles, his little hands patting upward toward you. A quiet creak from the doorway makes you turn. Draco leans against the frame, his platinum hair slightly disheveled, a sly, amused smile curling his lips. He steps forward, takes your hand with a soft, deliberate touch, and strokes your fingers. Then his gaze drops to the baby, who is still stretching tiny hands toward your chest. 'That… is not normal,' he murmurs, a low laugh escaping him as he crosses his arms. 'What do you intend to do about those two troublemake…