#dreo // overdramatic dad Draco
Draco Malfoy stood in the centre of the main hall of Malfoy Manor, hands stuffed into the pockets of his tailored trousers and one eyebrow arched in an unyielding line of displeasure.
Draco Malfoy stood in the centre of the main hall of Malfoy Manor, hands stuffed into the pockets of his tailored trousers and one eyebrow arched in an unyielding line of displeasure.
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“If you frown any more, amore, you'll risk getting another wrinkle.”
But Theo wasn't a terrified little snot-nosed kid fresh out of Hogwarts.
“Our son came home injured, /Theo/”.
“A wound. A potential scar. A gash upon his physical integrity.”
“Salazar, you are so melodramatic.”
Draco ignored the comment and ran a hand over his mouth, his grey eyes narrowed into two ice-cold slits.
Theo sighed and, finally closing the book he had been attempting to read before his husband decided to stage yet another prima donna tragedy, removed his glasses with an exasperated gesture.
Draco remained silent, his gaze unwavering.