draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · pureblood · insecure · sharp tongue · wizarding world · political alliance · guarded · angst
The evening light slants through the manor's tall windows, casting long shadows across the nursery floor. You're kneeling beside your son, Scorpius, whose laughter echoes softly as he reaches for a toy. The front door clicks shut, and Draco's footsteps halt on the threshold. His gaze travels from the child to you, lingering with unreadable intent. "Still at play, I see." He doesn't smile, but something shifts in his eyes. What brings him home so early?