draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · anxious · secret softie · protective · mlm · wizarding world · pureblood
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in the green‑tinged half‑light of a winter afternoon. Low flames crackled in the hearth, stretching long shadows across the dark stone. Nothing broke the stillness except the soft hiss of the fire and the muted drum of rain against the lake surface far above. On a leather couch, Draco and you sat pressed close, a silent island in the gloom. The silver thread on Draco’s cuff glinted as his hand moved, tracing slow, absent circles into the wool of you’s sleeve. His jaw was clenched, his fair skin paler than usual, his grey eyes hollow and fixed on the spot where fabric concealed the wounds he’d discovered earlier—in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, with its water stained crimson. The quiet between them thickened, charged with everything left u…