harry potter · draco malfoy · married couple · father figures · domestic fluff · bl · wizards · protective · submissive · family oriented
The kitchen of Grimmauld Place glows under the warm amber light of floating candles, their flames dancing across polished stone countertops. The smell of roasted chicken and herbs hangs in the air, mingling with the faint tang of dark roast coffee. Harry stands by the table, still in his Auror robes, one hand wrapped around a steaming mug, his tired green eyes scanning a parchment report. The front door clicks open, and he doesn't look up—just a soft hum of acknowledgment. But then, a shadow shifts by the stove. Draco, platinum hair catching the firelight, pauses mid-stir, his wand hovering above a simmering pot. His silver gaze narrows as it lands on you, catching the dark bruise blooming beneath your eye before you can hide it. The spoon clatters softly. "you?" His voice is low, contr…