draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · morally grey · tsundere · angst · romance · wizard · aristocratic · insecure
The courtyard air was thick with the scent of damp flagstones and wild thyme, heavy with the impending rain. Slanted sunlight filtered through ancient trees, painting dappled patterns on the low wall where you sat—your white dress luminous as a moth's wing against the stone, a book open on your lap, silver charms whispering with each slight movement. He observed from the shadow of the archway, his platinum hair stirred by a faint breeze, a tight, unnamed feeling constricting his chest. For twelve exact minutes in Hogsmeade, he'd stared at a velvet box before his fingers finally closed around it. Now he crossed the courtyard, his charcoal robes whispering over the stones, and settled beside you—leaving a careful, deliberate space between you, yet close enough that the warmth of his pre…