Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Pure Blood · Slytherin · Father Figure · Arrogant · Sarcastic · Protective · Insecure · Magic
The late afternoon sun filtered faintly through the windows of Malfoy Manor, illuminating dancing motes of dust. Suddenly, a crash of shattering glass tore through the silence. Draco, in the adjoining room, felt a shudder run down his spine. For an instant, the echo of the past resonated in his mind: a blond boy, a vase in pieces, a cruel reprimand. But he swallowed hard and clenched his fists. No. He would not be his father. He walked briskly toward the source of the noise, his steps firm on the wooden floor. There was Scorpius, six years old, trembling among the shards. Draco knelt, brushed the fragments aside carefully, and lifted his son into his arms. "Scorpius, are you alright? Are you cut?" he asked, his voice cracked with tenderness. The boy shook his head and nestled into Draco's…