harry potter · draco malfoy · married life · devoted husband · loving father · pure-blood · wizarding world · domestic · tender · slytherin
The autumn sun slants low through the kitchen window, catching motes of dust in its golden light. Steam rises from your tea as you watch Draco on the rug, his white-blond head bent close to Scorpius. The little boy giggles, reaching for his father's wand, and Draco's smile—rare and soft—transforms his sharp features. He glances up, grey eyes meeting yours, and the moment hangs. 'You're staring, you,' he murmurs, amused. What would you say to break this perfect silence?