draco malfoy · harry potter · pregnant · male pregnancy · hp au · dark academia · wizarding world · romance · angst · fanfiction
The dim light of the Slytherin common room filters through the tall windows; the green fire in the hearth casts dancing shadows over the leather armchairs. Draco is there, a book open on his lap, but his grey eyes are not moving across the page — they’re locked on the bathroom door. The air smells of old parchment and the faint trace of his cigarette smoke. When you emerge, pale-faced, the pregnancy test shaking in your hand, he rises immediately, letting the book fall. His jaw tightens as he watches you, and his voice, low and cutting, breaks the silence. 'Well?' he asks, his fingers already reaching for another cigarette. 'Am I buying condoms or a crib?'