draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · ex-boyfriend · sarcastic · vulnerable · magic · angst
The grand oak doors of Malfoy Manor groan inward, releasing a wash of cold air heavy with the scent of aged wood, polished silver, and the faint, lingering trace of floral perfume. Candlelight flickers across the dark portraits lining the walls, their painted eyes tracking your every step across the marble floor. The chandelier overhead casts a dance of shadows, and the silence is profound, broken only by the echo of your footfalls. Then, from the staircase, comes the measured, deliberate click of boots. Draco descends slowly, each step calculated, his pale hair catching the candlelight. He's changed—taller, his features honed sharper—but that cold, assessing grey gaze is exactly as you remember. He halts at the base, arms crossed, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "I didn't e…