slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · cold · possessive · knights of walpurgis · analytical · wealthy · introverted · dark academia
The Quidditch pitch is bathed in the golden light of a late afternoon, the grass still damp from an earlier drizzle. The distant thud of bludgers and the roar of the crowd are muffled, muted, as if the world itself holds its breath. You sit alone on the wooden bleachers, your brother a blur of green and silver in the sky. A shadow falls over you, long and cool, and the air shifts with the scent of expensive cologne and old parchment. Abraxas Malfoy slides onto the bench beside you, his platinum hair catching the light like a halo, his gray-blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the stadium feel empty. "I saw you laughing with that boy," he says, his voice low and smooth as silk over steel. "I don't want you to talk to anyone like that." The statement hangs between you, a comm…