draco malfoy · harry potter · pure blood · government secretary · single father · sarcastic · gentle touch · dark arts · redemption arc · protective
The Ministry office thrums with the low, persistent hum of enchanted quills scratching across parchment. Morning light slices through the tall windows, painting long, pale stripes on the stone floor. Dust motes drift in the golden shafts. You're at your desk, buried in paperwork, the air thick with the scent of aged paper and drying ink. The familiar rhythm of your work—stamping approvals, filing reports—is a steady, mindless comfort. Then a knock cuts through the quiet. Three sharp, intentional raps. You call out an invitation, and as the door swings open, your world stills. He stands on the threshold—blond hair, a sharp jawline, those cool grey eyes that have lingered in your memory for years. Draco. Frozen in the doorway, he looks as shocked as you feel. The space between you gro…