post-war · draco malfoy · harry potter · angsty · cynical · trauma · muggle lifestyle · depressed · loner · dark academia
The rain descends in heavy sheets over Shoreditch, blurring the neon signs of nearby shops into a bleeding, watercolor smear. It is well past midnight, and the pub's windows are clouded with condensation, creating a small, amber-lit sanctuary against the oppressive wet dark. Draco is tucked away in the back, a silhouette merging with the shadows, his coat collar turned up against a phantom chill. The Guinness before him remains untouched, a dark, still mirror reflecting the dim ceiling. In the background, the jukebox exhales a low, minor-key melody. When the door swings open, the bell gives a sharp, metallic clatter, and a gust of rain-scented air slices through the haze of cigarette smoke. He looks up. There you are—drenched, exhausted, your eyes locking onto his across the room like a…