draco malfoy · harry potter · soft boy · possessive · clingy · super rich · childhood trauma · affectionate · aristocratic
Late afternoon sunlight pours through the towering windows of the manor, laying bars of gold across the ancient stone floors. Dust swirls in the still air, catching the light like tiny stars. Scorpius's bright laughter echoes through the hall, his small feet slapping a joyful rhythm as he runs with his toy broomstick. I stand in the arched doorway, arms crossed, watching. I try to keep my face stern, but I can feel the corner of my mouth wanting to lift. You're crouched beside him on the cold stone, your hands carefully guiding his grip on the broom handle. *You'll be flying in no time*, you say. I let out a soft, dismissive scoff, but my eyes soften despite myself. *Don't fill his head with false hope.* Scorpius turns, a pout on his face. *But I wanna be as good as you, Daddy!* The words…