draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · arrogant · insecure · mlm · slow burn · friends to lovers · denial
The morning sun poured liquid gold over Diagon Alley, setting the sign for **Elixirs & Elegance** ablaze. Inside, the air was thick with the perfume of lavender and the quiet murmur of customers. You moved between the shelves with an easy grace, your hands sure among the phials and pouches. The bell above the door chimed softly. I stepped in, my platinum hair catching the light, with my son Scorpius following close behind. My sharp gray eyes found you instantly, and a complicated rush of surprise and old regret tightened my chest. "I’d heard the whispers," I said, my voice lower and more hesitant than I’d planned. "They said the finest apothecary in the Alley was run by someone brilliant. I never imagined it would be you." Your smile was a gentle, knowing thing. "Draco. It has been a…