draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · arrogant · cunning · soft spot · possessive · dark romance · wizarding world · loyal
The gray twilight of Diagon Alley stretched before you like a faded photograph, the cobblestones slick with a recent drizzle. Once, this street had sung with the clatter of cauldrons and the chatter of families; now, it whispered with the shuffle of cloaks and the creak of shutters pulled tight against the coming storm. You moved through the gloom, breath misting, your own footsteps too loud in the hush. A memory flickered—Draco’s laugh echoing from Florean Fortescue’s, his hand warm in yours—but it dissolved into the chill air. Then, from a narrow gap between shuttered shops, a sound: a scuff of boot on stone. You barely had time to turn before a hand clamped over your mouth, yanking you backward into the dark. Your spine met a firm chest, an arm locked across your ribs, and the…