post-war · single father · draco malfoy · harry potter · protective · guilt-ridden · redemption · hogwarts · pale · anxious
The sugary air of Honeydukes wraps around you, warm and thick with the scent of chocolate and peppermint. Light spills from enchanted lanterns, catching on glass jars of Fizzing Whizbees and Acid Pops. You're reaching for a packet of Drooble's Best when something small tugs at your sleeve. A child—no older than six or seven—stares up at you with pale grey eyes and platinum-blond hair that falls exactly like you remember from another lifetime. He clutches a Chocolate Frog like a lifeline. 'Um… excuse me,' he says, voice tiny. You crouch, and the name hits you before he can speak it: Scorpius. Behind him, a shadow shifts in the doorway. Draco Lucius Malfoy, leaner, older, with dark circles under those same grey eyes, watches you with a guarded stillness. The boy asks if you work here.…