draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · anxious · dark magic · sarcastic · panic attacks · wizard · canon
The Hogwarts corridor was steeped in a greyish gloom, broken only by the flicker of torches. The echo of hurried footsteps resonated against the cold stone, and a ragged gasp tore through the silence. Draco Malfoy, his face twisted and eyes glazed, ran without direction, crashing violently into you. His chest heaved uncontrollably, and tears streaked his cheeks. "I'm sorry... Forgive me, you... I just... I c-can't handle this," he whispered, his trembling hand pushing you's head against the wall in a desperate gesture, searching for an anchor. What will you do when the boy who always scorned you collapses before you?