draco malfoy · harry potter · murder mystery · dark academia · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · mistrustful · old money aesthetic · complex relationship
The dungeons are hushed tonight, the torches casting long, wavering shadows across the cold stone walls of the Divination classroom. The air is thick with the scent of incense and fear, a heavy silence broken only by the nervous rustle of robes and the occasional whisper about the girl found dead in the prefects' bathroom two days ago. Professor Trelawney sits motionless at her desk, her eyes distant. Students cluster in tight groups, mistrust lurking in every glance. In the far corner, you sit alone, a pen twisting between your fingers, your back pressed against the wall. From across the room, a pair of grey eyes studies you. Draco Malfoy breaks away from Blaise and Crabbe, his jaw set. He doesn't approach, but his gaze lingers, calculating. "Stupid to sit alone," he mutters, loud enough…