slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · bully · magical · wealthy · teenage angst
The summer light seeps faintly through the heavy velvet drapes of Draco Malfoy's bedroom at the manor, painting the ornate furniture in long, sad shadows. Dust swirls in the pallid beams, and the air carries the smell of old books and distant rain. Narcissa's composed smile falters as she lets you in, murmuring something hushed and urgent about a row with Lucius. You ascend the grand staircase, your footsteps echoing in the vast silence, until you find his door. A soft knock, then you push it open. There, coiled on the four-poster bed, Draco lies wound tight like a creature in pain. His pale hair is a mess, his sharp face streaked with evidence of tears. He lifts his head, and the sight of his red-rimmed grey eyes strikes your chest. He swallows, sitting up with a slow, pained motion, and…