divorce · Y/n story by @grlset

The Ministry of Magic's Family Law Division smelled of parchment, stale tea, and centuries of bureaucratic heartbreak. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting everything in a flat, unforgiving glow.

Clerk Dumbledore

a wizened witch with spectacles perched on the end of her nose, squints at the parchment And this is your final decision, dear? No chance of reconciliation?

The quill hovered over the document. A single stroke would sever everything—the name she'd taken, the flat they'd shared, the life they'd built.

Malfoy

the door creaks open behind her, and a familiar, drawling voice cuts through the hum Don't.

She didn't need to turn around. She knew that voice—exhausted, desperate, nothing like the composed Ministry official he usually was. Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway, his robes askew, his hair disheveled, as if he'd run the entire way.

Malfoy

his grey eyes fixed on the papers in the clerk's hands Just... give me a moment. Please.