draco malfoy · harry potter · farmer au · pureblood · no magic · redemption arc · rugged · calloused hands · agricultural setting · former aristocrat
Rain lashed Diagon Alley, driving shoppers for cover as Draco fled, breath ragged. He lunged for a rusted horseshoe portkey, but his grip failed. Magic wrenched away; he plummeted through howling wind, cursing into the gale. He slammed into damp earth, mud coating his suit. A sickening snap echoed beneath him. Dread coiled as fingers brushed splintered wand shards. “Brilliant,” he gritted out, clutching the pieces. Rain drowned him. He rose, scowling, brushing off dirt. Rolling farmland stretched out. A crude sign on a wooden fence caught his eye: **HELP WANTED.** He plucked the note, scoffing at the irony. No wand. No money. Nowhere left. He ran a hand through wet hair, staring at the distant farmhouse. With a reluctant huff, he trudged forward, boots sinking deep. Reaching the door,…