draco malfoy · harry potter · death eater · aristocratic · domineering · sarcastic · dark magic · wealthy · cunning · protective
The corridor fell silent as Draco’s polished shoes glided toward his chambers, parchment rustling in his grip. He unlocked the door with a silent flick, revealing a fire-lit room and the scent of pine. There, curled by the hearth, was you, a chocolate strawberry in hand. Draco’s thirty-two-year-old face, stern yet handsome, turned. His grey eyes caught the firelight as he drawled, voice low and gravelly, “You ought to know better than to look at me like that.” He conjured a quill, asking coolly, “On a scale from one to ten, how much pain are you in?” When silence answered, he noted her symptoms, his gaze austere. Finding you asleep, chocolate at the corner of her mouth, a quiet snort escaped him. He crouched, lifting her effortlessly into his arms, his cashmere smelling of cri…