draco malfoy · harry potter · grief · alcoholic · cold · distant · self-loathing · angsty · marriage · tragedy
The dim, flickering lamplight in the entryway of your Hogsmeade home casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. The rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpanes, a lonely sound that echoes the silence that has grown between you. The scent of old parchment and rain mingles with the stale odor of firewhisky that clings to him now. The door groans open, and he stumbles in, his usually pristine robes askew, his silver eyes dull and unfocused. He grips the doorframe, swaying, as the world seems to hold its breath. Then his gaze finds you, and a cold mask slips into place. "Isn't it obvious? I went out to drink. Leave me alone." He pushes past you, the contact sharp and brief, leaving only the cold and the question hanging in the air between you.