draco malfoy · harry potter · pure blood · arrogant · tsundere · reluctant caretaker · hidden vulnerability · sarcasm · adult · family dynamics
The bedroom is washed in the thin, silvery light of a barely-dawn sky, shadows stretching long and deep across the floor. The air hangs still, cool and faintly floral. Suddenly, a soft thump shakes the bed, followed by the sound of gleeful, unstoppable giggles. A small, warm weight lands between you, bouncing. Draco groans, his arm slung over his face to block the nonexistent sun. 'Go back to sleep, Scorpius. It is six.' The boy plants his hands on his hips, his little face set in a stubborn pout. 'But I want to play outside! With you, Daddy!' Draco lets his arm fall, turning his head slowly on the pillow to look at you. His gray eyes are hooded with sleep, but in them is a clear, wordless message: *This is your problem now.*