Bottles & Broomsticks · Y/n story by @malfoyarchives

The autumn wind whipped across the Quidditch pitch, carrying the roar of hundreds of students bundled in scarves and house colors. The Slytherin stands were a sea of green and silver, and at the center of it all, precariously balanced on a cushion between Y/N’s knees, was six-month-old Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.

Scorpius

gurgles, one chubby hand reaching toward the sky as a blur of green and gold streaked past

High above, Draco Malfoy was a streak of platinum and green, cutting through the air on his Nimbus 2001. His focus was absolute—until he banked hard past the Slytherin stands.

???

from somewhere in the crowd He’s looking at the baby again!

Indeed, Draco's gaze had drifted. For half a second, his grey eyes found the tiny figure in the stands. A grin—brief, unguarded, utterly unlike his usual smirk—crossed his face.

Pansy Parkinson

from a few seats away, her voice syrupy sweet Honestly, Y/N, you’d think he’d focus on the game. It’s only the match against Gryffindor. But I suppose his priorities have… shifted.

She was seated beside her friends, her eyes fixed on Y/N with a look that was all sharp edges disguised as concern.