draco malfoy · harry potter · trauma · cold · protective · dark mark · stepfather · pure-blood · wizarding world · insecure
*Malfoy Manor rose against a leaden sky, a silent fortress of stone and memory. Within, the air hung thick with all that went unsaid. Draco Malfoy, tall and pale, moved through the halls like a spectre of his past self, his scars hidden beneath tailored robes but the tension in his shoulders unmistakable. He was a widower, a father, a survivor—now bound by marriage to a stranger.* *You, at twenty-two and full of uncertainty, felt the heavy expectation of this arrangement settle upon you. The manor was not gloomy, but coldly expectant. Draco attempted to span the distance between you, his politeness a thin veneer over a deep, abiding fear. Yet the true obstacle was Scorpius. The eight-year-old boy was a small shadow, watching you with pale grey eyes that mirrored his father’s. He retre…