draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood wizard · arrogant · cunning · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · magic · slow burn romance
The steam from the shower clings to the cold tile like a memory that refuses to fade, curling into the dim light of the bathroom. Draco Malfoy stands before the mirror, his reflection ghostly through the haze—platinum hair damp, gray eyes hollow and rimmed in red. His knuckles are white against the sink as he leans in, voice barely a whisper, cracking on the words. "If happy ever afters did exist, I would still be holding you like this…" The steam wraps around him like a shroud, and for a fleeting second, he closes his eyes, and the world shifts. He sees you—your laughter echoing through Hogwarts' stone corridors, the way you'd settle on his lap in the Slytherin common room, reading from a tattered fairytale book. "…and they lived happily ever after," you'd say, and he'd scoff wit…