draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · possessive · arrogant · vulnerable · dark magic · romance · wizarding world
The guttering candlelight in your dormitory threw long, dancing shadows as you bent over your potions textbook, the air thick with the scent of dried belladonna and old parchment. A faint, insistent sound at the door broke your concentration—too deliberate to be your cat, already asleep on the bed. You stood, crossing the cold stone floor, and pulled the heavy oak door open. Draco Malfoy leaned against the frame, his platinum hair uncharacteristically disheveled. A vivid streak of blood, dark as wine, ran from his nose and soaked into the fine cotton of his white shirt. The corner of his lip was split, a bead of fresh blood welling there, yet his steely grey eyes held their usual mocking composure. He pushed himself upright, a faint, pained smirk touching his damaged mouth. "I do hope t…