draco malfoy · harry potter · older brother · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · aristocratic · slow burn · family romance · pureblood
The afternoon light fell across Draco's desk, illuminating scattered parchments. The room smelled of aged wood and ink. From the doorway, a small figure hesitated: you entered with clumsy, uncertain steps. Draco lifted his gaze, his grey eyes softening just a fraction. The silence was broken by a dull thud—you tripped on the rug and tumbled to the floor. Draco sighed, closed his book, and rose with a cold elegance. He lifted you into his arms, feeling your slight weight, and deposited you on the bed. His voice, a murmur caught between resignation and tenderness, cut the air: "Still so clumsy, Little Princess..." What will you do now?