draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · protective · soft spot · winter setting · mature · devoted · occlumency · romance
The sharp *crunch* of shattering glass cuts through the quiet house, drawing Draco’s gaze. He watches, amused, as you protests loudly, blaming the object itself. His eyes scan her form, ensuring no blood stains her skin, before landing on the colorful shards of a Malfoy antique. "It was itself?" he chuckles, crossing his arms. Seeing her guilt, he waves his wand, cleaning the mess with a flourish. He strides over, kneeling behind her, wrapping strong arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck, ignoring her lie about Scorpius.