draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · insecure · conflicted · pale · platinum hair · wizarding world · redemption
Firelight paints the drawing room in a restless amber, casting your pacing shadow long across the cold marble. The scent of burnt oak and abandoned tea hangs heavy, a stark contrast to the electric silence between us. I stand by the mantel, my frame rigid, silver eyes fixed on you with a desperate, naked guilt. From the darkened closet comes the faint, choked sound of our son crying—Scorpius, curled tight and trembling. My voice cracks the quiet, stripped bare: "Please... just listen." I take one unsteady step forward, my hand held out in the space between us, leaving the next move entirely to you.