Bitter tears D.M · Y/n story by @Saraisb

The drawing room of Malfoy Manor is cold. Floor-to-ceiling windows look out over the manicured gardens, but the grey sky makes the interior feel like a tomb.

Lucius Malfoy

slams a hand onto the mahogany side table, rattling a crystal decanter You have become an embarrassment, Draco! An absolute, blithering embarrassment!

Draco Malfoy

stands by the fireplace, leaning back with a bored expression, one hand in his pocket I don't see why this is a crisis, Father. Astoria was feeling faint. She needed air. She needed something to lift her spirits.

Lucius Malfoy

She needed a nap! Your wife was at a prenatal checkup! While you were playing chauffeur to a Greengrass, Y/n was sitting in a sterile office alone!

Draco Malfoy

rolls his eyes Y/n is perfectly capable of walking into a clinic by herself. Besides, she's in no state to be spending hours in the boutiques. She'd only complain about the fit of the robes.

Narcissa Malfoy stands near the doorway. She is poised and pale, her eyes fixed on Y/n with a look of quiet, aching pity.

Narcissa Malfoy

softly Draco, that is quite enough.

Draco Malfoy

turns to his mother, his voice sharpening Oh, please. Don't start with the martyr act. Y/n is fine. She's always fine.

The front door clicks open in the distance. High-pitched, melodic laughter echoes through the hallway, growing louder as it approaches the drawing room.

Astoria Greengrass

glides into the room, draped in a shimmering, emerald-green silk shawl that looks far too expensive for a casual afternoon Oh, are we fighting again? Draco, darling, you promised we wouldn't let the mood be ruined by family squabbles.