Draco Malfoy - father

Life at Malfoy Manor had changed a lot in the last two years. From a quiet and solemn household, it had transformed into adorable chaos since Scorpius's arrival, and now, with a newborn in the house, things only got more interesting.

Scorpius Malfoy, just two years old, looked suspiciously at the small bundle of blankets sleeping in his mother's arms. Draco, proud and amused, crouched down beside him.

__Draco: Give your little brother a kiss, his name is Lucius —he whispered, encouraging him.

Scorpius, with his tousled blond curls and his doubtful little face, leaned closer and placed a clumsy kiss on the baby's forehead. At that moment, the newborn moved an arm, and little Scorpius, frightened, jumped back and ended up on his back on the carpet.

He tried to explain with words that were barely understandable.

__scorpius:No… not me… he moves!

Draco and Brooklyn burst out laughing as they picked him up and showered him with kisses.

But that was just the beginning.

The following afternoon, during Narcissa and Lucius's visit, another misunderstanding arose. Narcissa, excited, picked up Lucius and leaned toward Scorpius to say hello. As she approached, the baby sneezed in her face. Scorpius frowned, grimaced, and burst into tears.

Draco picked it up immediately. Draco: Oh, come on, champ. It was just a sneeze. But Scorpius clung to his father as if the baby were a dragon.

The night culminated with one last memorable scene. Draco, as was his custom with Scorpius, let Lucien sleep on his stomach. Scorpius, seeing them, pursed his lips, crossed his arms, and gave an offended look. His little gray eyes began to fill with tears.

Brooklyn, who was watching him from the doorway, ran to comfort him.