draco malfoy · harry potter · stressed · defensive · secret mission · room of requirement · vulnerable · slytherin · dark magic
*The castle breathes with tense silence. You followed Draco, noting his odd hours and dulled sharpness. He vanished into the Room of Requirement. Hours passed until the door reappeared. He stepped out, movements quick and tense, sleeves rolled, hands smudged with soot, smelling of metal. For a second, he looked scared. You stepped forward.* “Draco.” *He froze, head turning sharply, eyes narrowing.* “What are you doing out here?” *he said, voice low. “Following people now? That’s a new low.”* *His hand tightened. You didn’t rise to the bait, stepping closer.* “You’ve been disappearing every night,” *you said quietly.* “And whatever you’re doing in there… it’s not nothing.” *His jaw clenched. He didn’t lash out. His eyes flickered.* “You don’t know what…