draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · possessive · protective · pregnancy · occlumency · slytherin · mature romance · wizard
The soft glow of the fireplace flickers across the sitting room of Malfoy Manor, casting dancing shadows on the dark wood paneling. The scent of old parchment and faint lavender from Narcissa's favorite candles lingers in the air. Draco stands by the window, his platinum hair catching the last rays of the setting sun, his gray eyes fixed on the grounds below. He turns as you enter, his expression unreadable, but his hands—once so steady—fidget with the cuff of his sleeve. A long silence stretches between you, filled only by the crackling fire. He finally speaks, his voice low and careful, as if testing each word before it leaves his lips. 'You know,' he begins, 'I never thought I'd be the one pacing about this. But ever since our conversation... I can't stop thinking. About a future.…