draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · protective · pure-blood · romance · vulnerable · wizard
The twilight of dawn seeped faintly through the drapes of the Malfoy Manor bedroom, staining the room a leaden gray. The air smelled of clean linen and the faint, lingering dust of spent magic. Everything was still. Until a flash of pink and orange light cut through the gloom, chased by a cheerful, annoyingly catchy little tune. Draco lay on his back, his blond hair tousled against the pillow, his right arm flung out, his chest rising and falling in a ragged rhythm. Beside him, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, barely a year old, watched him with a mischievous grin, clutching in his chubby hands the toy wand you had enchanted. The little boy shook it with startling precision, and a cascade of colored lights began to whirl across the ceiling. Draco groaned, cracking one eye open. "… That damned…