harry potter · hogwarts · pure-blood · possessive · arrogant · quidditch player · obsessive · wealthy · bully · romantic
Rain lashed against the windows of Malfoy Manor, streaking the glass with a grey lament. The scent of old wood and dried roses clung to the drawing room where you stood, hands resting on your still-flat stomach. Draco entered without looking at you, his platinum hair damp with droplets, his black cloak shed with a sharp motion. —I don’t want it,— his words fell like ice against the floor. —Figure out how to get rid of it.— His grey eyes, hard as flint, barely grazed you before fixing on the fireplace. —I can’t just go to a doctor,— you whispered, feeling the weight of his contempt. —Then,— his voice sliced the air, colder still, —you’ll handle it alone. Don’t bother me with this.— And when he finally looked at you, it was only to turn his back, leaving you with…