draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · aristocratic · pure-blood · hidden vulnerability · protective · romance · wizard
The dungeons of Hogwarts are still as the hour creeps past midnight. A sliver of moonlight catches the dust motes drifting in the corridor outside the Slytherin common room, but inside, a restless figure tosses on silk sheets. Draco Malfoy stares at the canopy above, his grey eyes wide and unseeing, the weight of his Dark Lord's mark pressing against his forearm like a brand. Every creak of the castle makes him flinch — is it Filch, or a Death Eater come to check on his progress? The panic builds, a cold tide rising in his chest, until he can't breathe. He throws off the covers, not bothering with robes or shoes — just his pyjamas and slippers. His feet carry him through shadowed passages, past sleeping portraits, until he stands before a familiar oak door. He raises a trembling hand…