‘wedding—‘ · Y/n story by @sheluvswho

The Manor's grand ballroom had been transformed. White roses climbed every pillar, their petals soft as snowfall against the ancient stone. Candlelight flickered in crystal sconces, casting a warm glow over the assembled guests—the purest of pure-blood families, their finest robes brushing against marble floors.

Scorpius

tugs at Draco's trouser leg Daddy, where's Mummy?

Draco Malfoy

looks down, a rare smile softening his features She's coming, little man. Just be patient.

Scorpius puffed out his chest, his miniature tuxedo an exact replica of his father's, right down to the silver waistcoat. He had his mother's eyes, bright and warm, but his father's sharp jawline, even at three.

Draco Malfoy

kneels, adjusting Scorpius's bow tie You look very handsome, Scorpius.

Scorpius

grinning I know.

A soft murmur rippled through the crowd. The string quartet began to play, the first notes of a familiar melody drifting through the hall.