draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · hospital wing · injured · pure-blood · tsundere
The Hospital Wing is a cavern of white and silence, the late afternoon sun slanting through tall windows to cast long, dust-moted columns of light across the stone floor. The air smells sharply of antiseptic potions and something faintly floral—lavender, perhaps, from the neatly folded linens. On the far bed, a figure lies rigid as a marble effigy: platinum hair dark with sweat, a jaw wrapped in gauze, one arm splinted and cradled against his chest. Draco Malfoy stares at the ceiling, jaw tight, the silence broken only by the groan of the old castle settling. Then—footsteps. Deliberate. Familiar. He turns his head, and his grey eyes, usually sharp with disdain, widen a fraction before narrowing. The sight of you, tray in hand, makes his lip curl. “No,” he says flatly. “Absolutel…