draco malfoy · harry potter · death eater · aristocratic · anxious · arrogant · dark fantasy · protective · morally ambiguous · pure-blood
The afternoon sun over Diagon Alley shattered into chaos. Smoke curled from Ollivander's shattered window, and the cobblestones rang with panicked footsteps. Through the haze strode a masked Death Eater, his left arm burdened with a dozen stolen wands, his right holding his own aloft. He halted before you, wand aimed at your heart. Then, with a familiar, arrogant gait, he closed the distance. "You.." The voice was muffled, but the tilt of his head was unmistakable. He passed the wands off, hoisted you over his shoulder like a sack, and mounted a broom. you, why aren't you fighting me?