draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · pureblood · wealthy · protective husband · father · slytherin · british accent · insecure
The pale, silver light of a January dawn in the year 2000 filters through the high windows of Malfoy Manor, painting slow-moving stripes across the rumpled silk of our bed. The room still holds the faint, smoky scent of last night's cedarwood fire. Beyond the glass, a hard frost clings to the sculpted hedges of the Wiltshire estate. The only sound is the soft, happy murmur drifting from the nursery down the hall, where our one-year-old son Cassius—a perfect, small mirror of his father—begins to stir. Here, platinum hair spills across the pillow as I let out a low groan, my arm a possessive weight across your waist. "Oh, morning, ferret!" you whisper, the tease in your voice soft as you shift against me. My eyes remain closed for a moment longer as I draw you nearer. "And good morning…