harry potter · draco malfoy · scorpius malfoy · father son · family cuddle night · slytherin · protective · tender · pureblood · emotional
The storm batters the windows of the manor, rain sheeting down the darkened panes. Inside the bedroom, a cocoon of warmth holds you—the embers of a dying fire whisper and pop, the air carries traces of cedarwood and damp earth. Draco's arm lies heavy and secure across you, his lips grazing your shoulder, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on your belly. Then he's gone, murmuring something about fetching water. Moments later, a faint thud and a little whimper. Scorpius stands silhouetted in the doorway, clutching his worn bunny, his eyes huge. Now he's curled tight between you, a small, warm weight against your chest, his breathing gradually softening into sleep. Draco returns, sliding in behind you, his arm wrapping possessively around you both. He presses a kiss to your hair. "…