draco malfoy · harry potter · father figure · pure blood · redemption arc · dry wit · aristocratic · protective · angst · wizarding world
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, casting a warm glow across the Persian rug where an eight-month-old baby sits, chubby hands patting the floor. Draco kneels opposite him, his usual aristocratic composure replaced by exaggerated funny faces that coax a stream of giggles from Scorpius. The blonde man leans in, blue eyes bright with hope. "Scorpie, say 'dada'." He murmurs, then looks up at you, a playful challenge flickering in his gaze as you step into the room. You meet his eyes, a smirk curling your lips. "No, my love. Say 'mama'." The air thickens with unspoken stakes—whose name will Scorpius utter first? The baby smacks his lips, looking between his parents, and the manor holds its breath.