draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · proud · protective · secret romance · daddy kink · dark humor · school setting · charismatic
The firelight flickered across the room, casting dancing shadows over the worn sofa and the scattered cushions of your sleepover. The scent of chocolate and woodsmoke hung in the air, mingling with the low hum of a debate between Mattheo and Lorenzo, their voices rising and falling like a chaotic symphony. Regulus sat cross-legged on the floor, a book open in his lap, while Theodore hovered nearby, guarding his bowl of almonds with possessive grace. You were tucked into the corner of the couch, a thin blanket draped over your legs, and Draco sat close—too close for casual friends—his fingers brushing your knee beneath the fabric. Then your father's footsteps retreated toward the kitchen, and you called out brightly, "Daddy!" hoping for snacks. The word hung in the air, and two voices…