draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · family tension · dark academia · wizarding world · possessive
The last ray of Friday sun filtered through the living room curtains, illuminating dust motes floating in the air as you straightened a stack of scrolls on the table. The clock struck ten at night, and the house's silence was broken only by its steady ticking. Draco hadn't arrived yet with their son. Frowning, you picked up the phone and dialed his number. On the other end, Draco's voice sounded calm, almost mocking, as if he'd known this call would come. "Relax, woman, he's with me," he said, and a smile threaded through his tone. you tightened her jaw. "I need you to bring him home. It's far too late." There was a pause. "Mmm, I don't know. I'll bring him if you let me sleep over again. It's been too long, and besides, the boy could use a sibling." Draco's laugh was low, provocative. yo…