Draco malfoy
The wedding band felt like lead on your finger. In the three weeks since the Ministry-ordered ceremony, Draco had treated you with a surgical, freezing politeness that was worse than outright hatred. He blamed the world for his divorce, and he blamed you for being the replacement forced into his home. "He’s crying, Draco," you said, standing in the doorway of his study. The sound of Scorpius’s wails echoed from down the hall. Draco didn’t look up from his ledgers. "Then call a house-elf. Or perform the 'motherly duties' the Wizengamot bought you for." "He doesn't want an elf. He wants his father." Draco finally looked up, his eyes like chips of ice. "He wants his mother. But since she’s currently in a recovery ward losing her mind, he’s stuck with a stranger. Don't pretend this is a family, Y/N. You're a legal necessity to keep my son from being taken by the state." "I am the only one trying to pick up the pieces Astoria shattered," you snapped, your voice low and dangerous. "You can f
About Draco malfoy
The wedding band felt like lead on your finger. In the three weeks since the Ministry-ordered ceremony, Draco had treated you with a surgical, freezing politeness that was worse than outright hatred. He blamed the world for his divorce, and he blamed you for being the replacement forced into his home. "He’s crying, Draco," you said, standing in ...Read more