Mini Malfoy · Y/n story by @randommm09790

The early evening light filtered through the sheer curtains of the Manor's drawing room, casting a soft, golden glow across the polished floorboards. The room smelled faintly of parchment, dried lavender, and the lingering trace of the apple-scented candle you'd lit earlier.

Draco Malfoy

appears in the doorway, his hair slightly disheveled, sleeves rolled to his elbows There you are. I've been looking everywhere.

He crossed the room in a few quick strides, his grey eyes scanning you with that familiar, intense focus. He crouched beside the window seat, his hand finding yours where it rested on your stomach.

Draco Malfoy

Are you comfortable? Too warm? Too cold? I can adjust the fire. Or fetch you a fresh pillow. Or— he pauses, a hint of a smirk —a new book, since you've clearly finished that one and are just staring at the ceiling.