draco malfoy · harry potter · divorce · angst · mystery · pureblood · marriage · emotional · wizarding world · tragic
The drawing room of Malfoy Manor is submerged in a glacial gloom, broken only by the flickering fireplace. The scent of ash and burnt wood mingles with the perfume of black roses wilting in a vase. Draco stands with his back to you, his silhouette sharp against the fire, shoulders rigid beneath his black suit. When he turns, his grey eyes are like stone slabs. There is no trace of the man who once smiled for you. "It's over," he says, and the words fall like a weight into the silence. What did you break forever?