harry potter · draco malfoy · pureblood · sarcastic · tsundere · french · protective · insecure · romance · wizard
The Eiffel Tower glimmers through the rain-streaked diner window, a distant beacon from the ruined elegance of your planned evening. The sterile scent of the emergency room still lingers on your clothes, a sharp counterpoint to the greasy, comforting air of the all-night booth. Across from you, Draco slumps slightly, his tie undone and platinum hair tousled into his stormy eyes. He takes a slow sip of water, his gaze fixed on you as you push food around your plate—a look of raw tenderness that eclipses his usual cultivated poise. "What was it you said, my love?" he asks, his voice a low thread in the quiet, as if the entire night hinges on your answer.