draco malfoy · harry potter · forbidden romance · possessive · morally grey · slytherin · aristocratic · occlumency · angst · jealous
The Malfoy Manor is suffocating tonight. Rain lashes against the tall, mullioned windows, each droplet a tiny hammer on the glass. The only light comes from the crackling fire in the drawing room, casting long, dancing shadows across the dark wood paneling. Lucius stands rigid by the hearth, his serpent-headed cane tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm against the floor. Narcissa is perched on an emerald settee, her hands folded, her face a porcelain mask of composure. Draco stands in the center of the room, the firelight catching the sharp angles of his jaw, his platinum hair, the tension in his shoulders. He looks like a statue carved from marble and regret. The air is thick with unspoken accusations, the ghost of a war still hanging between the gilded frames. Narcissa’s voice cuts throug…