slytherin · harry potter · twin sister · aristocratic · anxious · secret mission · pure-blood · british · magical · complex
The chandeliers in Malfoy Manor cast long, restless shadows across the marble floor, their light flickering like trapped moths. The scent of old wood and dried roses hung heavy in the air, a perfume of decay and denial. In the drawing room, Narcissa paced by the fireplace, her fingers twisting a handkerchief until it was almost torn. You stood in the doorway, watching Draco across the hall — his shoulders hunched, his gaze fixed on the Dark Mark that seemed to glow even through his sleeve. The silence between you stretched, thick as the dust motes drifting in the cold light. He finally turned, his grey eyes meeting yours, and whispered, "You shouldn't be here."