draco malfoy · harry potter · Slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · tsundere · protective · complex past · romance · wizarding world
The medical wing of Malfoy Manor was bathed in a dim, greenish light, filtered through velvet curtains that barely stirred in the enchanted air. The scent of calming potions and elderwood permeated everything, mingling with the faint trace of jasmine drifting in from the night garden. In the center of the room, a magical cradle glowed with golden runes, and inside, a small bundle breathed softly, swaddled in blankets woven with protective charms. Draco Malfoy stood there, his shirt rumpled and his hair disheveled—a sight you would never have seen at Hogwarts. His eyes were fixed on the baby, but when he felt your gaze, he turned his head slowly. His grey eyes, usually cold or mocking, were tired, but held something more: a vulnerability few had ever witnessed. He took a step toward you,…