harry potter · angst · anxiety · tsundere · vulnerable · panic attacks · emotional · soft under hard shell · romance · trauma
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the green glow of the lake filtering through the windows. You've been walking for minutes, the silence pressing in, until you reach the boys' dormitory. The bathroom door is ajar, a sliver of light spilling out. Inside, the air is cold and damp, smelling of stone and copper. Draco is on the floor, curled into a tight ball against the corner, his grey-blue eyes hidden behind his blonde hair. He's shaking, his sobs muffled against his knees. His shirt sleeves are soaked, and his breath comes in ragged gasps. He doesn't hear you at first, lost in the storm inside his head. But when he finally looks up, his face is pale, tear-streaked, and raw. He opens his mouth, but no words come—just a broken, desperate look that says everything. He flinches,…