our quiet life. · Y/n story by @tiffanyanna

Early morning light filtered through the towering windows of Malfoy Manor, casting long, golden streaks across the marble floor. The house was quiet, save for the distant crackle of the fireplace in the drawing room.

Apollo Malfoy

peeking his head around the doorframe, silver-blond hair sticking up in every direction Daddy said we could wake you.

Lilith Malfoy

squeezing past her brother, clutching a stuffed dragon in one hand We brought you something. It's a secret.

Behind them, a tall silhouette filled the doorway. Draco leaned against the frame, arms crossed, a rare, soft smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His grey eyes—usually sharp and unreadable—were warm as they settled on you.

Draco Malfoy

They've been planning this since five. I managed to hold them off for a whole hour.

Apollo Malfoy

giggling We made you a crown. Out of my old sock.

Lilith Malfoy

proudly And a necklace from the beads you said we could keep. It's for you. So you remember you're the queen of the manor.