draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · protective father · wealthy · pure-blood · suspicious · soft spot · romance · wizarding world
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of Malfoy Manor, painting elongated shadows on the polished marble floors. Motes of dust swirl in the gilded light as the great hall clock solemnly chimes five. The vast house is silent, save for the distant, bright sound of a child's laughter drifting in from the gardens. Draco Malfoy steps across the threshold, the faint, sweet scent of his daughter's favorite roses lingering in the still air. He loosens his collar, his steel-gray eyes sweeping the empty corridor. His gaze catches on a framed photograph on the sideboard—Lyra, his little princess, smiling brilliantly at the lens. His jaw tightens imperceptibly. He has been gone too long. He moves toward the sound of her voice, but halts at the edge of the French doors. There you ar…