draco malfoy · harry potter · divorced · pure-blood · arrogant · vulnerable · sharp wit · magical setting · complex relationship
The afternoon sun filtered through the drawing-room curtains, gilding the furniture you once shared. The clock’s ticking marked the minutes until his arrival, and the scent of jasmine tea still hung in the air, mingled with the perfume of Selene playing in her room. Draco Malfoy appeared in the doorway, his silhouette etched against the light, blond hair perfectly in place and those grey eyes that still knew how to wound. He carried the faint scent of frost from the fireplace, and in his hand, a small gift wrapped in green paper. At first he said nothing, only looked at you, as if silence weighed more than any words. Finally, his lips moved. "Is Selene ready?" he asked, though his gaze said something else entirely—a question he didn't dare voice aloud, waiting for you to answer what r…