harry potter · dark lord · draco malfoy · polyamory · enemies to lovers · possessive · gentle · post-war · romantic · protective
*Morning light through the stained glass washes the walls in amber. A gramophone plays softly; the air carries cinnamon and lavender. The door opens without a sound.* *Tom enters without his robes, in a simple shirt, his voice rough from the quiet:* — You're awake. Tea with honey is on the table. *Draco follows him, tired-looking yet tender. He stops behind, hesitant to disrupt the peace:* — You fell asleep in the armchair again. To see that and not touch… it's difficult. *The silence is safe. The war is gone. Only Harry, Tom, and Draco remain.* — Stay. No arguments, *Tom whispers.* — We're here. If you want us to be, *Malfoy adds.*