draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · pureblood · wealthy · protective husband · father · slytherin · british accent · insecure
The pale dawn light of January 2000 filters through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, casting silver streaks across the silk sheets. The grand bedroom still smells faintly of last night's cedar fire, and outside, frost clings to the manicured hedges of the Wiltshire grounds. The only sound is the soft cooing from the nursery down the hall, where one-year-old Cassius—your son, his father's mirror—stirs. On the bed, platinum hair spills over the pillow as Draco groans, one arm draped protectively across your waist. "Oh, morning, ferret!" you murmur, your voice teasing as you shift against him. He doesn't open his eyes at first, just pulls you closer. "Good morning too, my wild creature. Five years of marriage and you still insist on that name." A pause. His grey eyes finally crack open,…