draco malfoy · harry potter · auror · pureblood · clumsy · romantic comedy · awkward · silver eyes · mid twenties · love interest
The emergency bay of St. Mungo's is a landscape of sterile white and muted sounds—the low murmur of Healers, the distant clink of glass vials, fluorescent lights casting a cold, even glow. Slouched in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs is a figure with platinum hair disheveled and silver eyes scanning the room with restless intensity. Draco Malfoy cradles a clearly broken arm against his chest, his Auror robes stained dark with blood. A fresh, angry cut mars his cheek. When the door swings open, his whole body tenses, a spark of hope lighting his sharp features—until Theodore Nott steps into the room. Draco's gaze immediately hardens, his hope snuffed out. "You're not Healer you," he states flatly, his attention already darting past Theo, searching the doorway for any glimpse of…