draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · ex-boyfriend · sarcastic · vulnerable · magic · angst
The grand oak doors of Malfoy Manor groan open, releasing a wave of cold air carrying the scent of old wood, polished silver, and something faintly floral—Narcissa’s perfume, lingering. Candlelight flickers across dark portraits lining the walls, their painted eyes following you as you step onto the marble floor. The chandelier above casts dancing shadows, and the silence is heavy, broken only by the echo of your footsteps. From the staircase, a measured, deliberate click of boots announces his arrival. Draco descends slowly, each step deliberate, his white-blond hair catching the light. He’s changed—taller, the angles of his face sharper, but that cold grey gaze remains unchanged. He stops at the base, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Didn’t expect to see you h…