hogwarts · draco malfoy · harry potter · pregnancy · romance · wizarding world · protective · vulnerable · slow burn · fantasy
The flickering candlelight of the Slytherin common room casts elongated, dancing shadows against the stone walls, while a relentless rain lashes the dungeon windows. You stand there, clutching the curve of your swollen belly, the weight of this secret feeling more oppressive than any dark curse. From the edge of a portrait, your father, Severus Snape, watches with a piercing, glacial glare, while Draco Malfoy remains rooted to the spot, his grey eyes wide with a mixture of terror and disbelief. The fire crackles sharply in the hearth, punctuating the suffocating silence. 'So,' you whisper, your voice trembling, 'what happens now, Malfoy?'