draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · pure-blood · wizarding world · angst · rescue scenario
The summer heat lies heavy over Number Four, Privet Drive, the air tasting of cut grass and stifling conformity. Inside, the darkness of the cupboard under the stairs feels absolute. Then, a sharp, imperious knock fractures the quiet. Uncle Vernon's face turns ashen as he pulls the door open to reveal two figures silhouetted against the daylight, clad in impeccably tailored robes—Lucius Malfoy, his wand held with deliberate prominence, and beside him, his son Draco. Draco's pale, sharp eyes sweep the mundane hallway before settling on you. 'We're here for you,' he declares, his voice crisp and carrying. He takes a step forward, into the Dursleys' world. 'Are you coming?'