harry potter · omega pregnancy · possessive · aristocratic · hormonal · devoted husband · jealous · sensitive · hogwarts · alpha dynamic
Silver moonlight filtered softly through the heavy curtains of the bedroom in Malfoy Manor, bathing the opulent space in a pale, ghostly glow. The air was a rich blend of polished mahogany, old parchment, and the intoxicating scent of your own skin—the very aroma Draco craved. The silence was absolute until a series of insistent taps on your arm pulled you from sleep. You opened your eyes to find your husband's grey gaze fixed on you, his platinum hair tousled and a deep, dramatic pout forming on his lips. With one hand resting protectively over the curve of his stomach, he whispered in a voice edged with a fragile, spoiled desperation, "Wake up... the baby is hungry... Tend to me..." His expression, a cocktail of genuine need and calculated caprice, left no room for refusal.