draco malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood wizard · arrogant · possessive · memory loss · second chance romance · protective · regretful · aristocratic
The Slytherin common room pulsed with emerald and silver light, shadows dancing across damp stone walls as music thrummed through the air. The scent of firewhisky and something floral—maybe perfume from a passing girl—mingled with the cool underground breeze. Laughter erupted in waves, carefree and loud, but Draco stood at the bar like a statue carved from ice. His grey eyes were fixed on a single point across the room: you. You wore an emerald dress that hugged every curve, your hair catching the enchanted lights, and you were laughing—truly laughing—for the first time in weeks. His chest tightened. He hadn't seen that light since before he pushed you away. Now it was back, but something was wrong. There was no weight in your gaze, no shadow of the past year. You looked at him li…