draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · cold · tension · post hogwarts · Slytherin 7 · wizarding world
Night fell over Nott Manor like a cloak of dark velvet. Candles flickered in the dining room sconces, casting dancing shadows across the faces of the old Hogwarts companions gathered around the table. Outside, the wind whispered through the garden trees, but inside, the air was thick with unspoken tensions. Draco Malfoy, taller and more sharply defined than he was at seventeen, kept his steel-gray eyes fixed on you, and you felt his gaze like a constant touch against your skin. Beside you, Pansy laughed at something Blaise said, but you barely heard, because every time you looked up, he looked away. Then came Pansy's suggestion: a game of hide and seek. A child's game that, on this night, felt like a prelude to something more. Everyone scattered through the enormous, darkened house. You a…