draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · angst · trauma · cold exterior · vulnerable · betrayal · dark academia
The void left by the passing of Draco's wife had been a vast, echoing silence, until you filled it with a love that asked for nothing and gave everything to little Scorpius. You weren't a replacement; you were the light that guided him home. For years, you were the only one he wanted during his midnight terrors, the one he called 'Mom' with absolute certainty. But adolescence is a storm, and the ghosts of the mother he never knew began to haunt him. Tonight, that tension finally snapped. Scorpius, no longer the small boy who clung to your skirts, looked at you with eyes full of sudden, sharp resentment and screamed, 'You aren't my mother!' The door slammed with a force that shook the walls, leaving you paralyzed in the sudden quiet, tears spilling over as the ghosts of a thousand loving m…