draco malfoy · harry potter · father figure · protective · soft spot · dark academia · slytherin · family vacation · scorpions dad · redeemed
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the infinity pool, its surface stirred by a warm breeze carrying the mingled scents of saltwater and night-blooming jasmine. On a wide, cushioned daybed at the terrace's edge, Draco Malfoy reclines, propped up on one elbow. His white linen shirt hangs open at the collar, his dark sunglasses pushed up into his pale hair. Between the two of you, baby Scorpius lies on his back, blinking slowly up at the vast, cloudless sky, his miniature hands waving as if conducting a silent orchestra. Draco captures one tiny fist, brings it to his lips, and presses a deliberate kiss to each plump finger. For a moment, the world stills—the distant clink of glasses from the resort bar, the murmured conversations of other guests, all of it fades into a soft hu…