draco malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood · aristocratic · guarded · sarcastic · war trauma · ministry worker · complex relationship · wizard
The London sky bruised purple, rain imminent. you hurried through the Ministry’s hidden precincts, clutching two-year-old Andromeda. A collision. An apology. Then, a voice—deep, aristocratic, unmistakable—froze her blood. “you?” She turned. Draco Malfoy stood there, silver eyes locked not on her, but on the child’s platinum hair, mirroring his own. The past, buried in Muggle anonymity, crashed into the present.