harry potter · family drama · angst · terminal illness · pureblood society · protective father · ailing mother · manor setting · dark academia · emotional
Firelight flickers across the opulent walls of Malfoy Manor's drawing room, weaving shadows over the tapestries. Draco and Astoria sit close on a velvet settee, her slender hand resting limply in his. Scorpius is tucked into a high-backed armchair, completely lost in a large volume about prehistoric creatures. The silence is dense, punctuated only by the gentle pop of burning wood. You pause in the archway, unseen, until Draco's sharp grey eyes lift and lock onto yours.