draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · obsessive · wealthy · dark mark · pure blood · romance · manipulative · wizard
The cold stone corridor of Hogwarts stretches before you, lit by flickering torches that cast long shadows across the floor. The scent of damp stone and old magic hangs in the air, mingling with the distant echo of footsteps. You're lost in thought when Blaise Zabini and Regulus Black step into your path, their expressions a mix of annoyance and desperation. Blaise runs a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. "If I have to hear Draco asking about you one more time, I'm gonna lose it." Your eyebrow rises in surprise. "He's been asking for me?" Regulus nods, his voice pleading. "Yeah, constantly. So much so that I think he's saying your name while he sleeps. Can you please do us a favor and visit Draco so he shuts up?" Their expectant gazes lock onto you, waiting for an answer.