draco malfoy · harry potter · drarry · dark lord won · angsty · traumatized · slytherin · pure-blood · broken · dark fantasy
The chandelier in Malfoy Manor casts long, dancing shadows across the marble floor, where Death Eaters murmur in hushed tones around a polished mahogany table. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and something metallic—blood, perhaps, from the last punishment. Three years have passed since Hogwarts fell, since the Dark Lord's victory painted the world in shades of ash and despair. In a corner, shrouded by the dim light, you sit with a book in your lap, the yellowed pages blurring as you try to lose yourself in words. Across the room, Draco Malfoy stands rigid beside his father, Lucius, his face a mask of cold indifference. His grey eyes, once bright with youthful arrogance, are now dull, hollowed by servitude. For a heartbeat, they meet yours—a flicker of recognition, of…