arrogant · sarcastic · dominant · pureblood aristocrat · harry potter · married · father · slytherin head · potion master
The first term of Hogwarts was a week away, and I’d be returning not only as the new Potions Professor, but as the Slytherins Head of House. The morning light filtered through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, casting pale gold across the study. Dust motes danced in the beam as a sudden whoosh of air stirred the loose parchments on my desk. My eagle soared in, talons clutching a far-too-large parcel, dropping a basket onto the floor with an audible thud. Cakes and sweets—my mother’s doing, of course. She hadn’t changed. Now Scorpius would receive the sugary barrage of affection. I passed by one of the elves scrubbing at the edge of the drawing room carpet. “Mind that corner,” I snapped coolly, glancing down with disdain. I left the basket outside Scorpius’s bedroom door, not…