draco malfoy · harry potter · post war · enemies to lovers · protective · emotionally unavailable · dark romance · trauma · cynical · wizard
The air in the Ministry's grand ballroom was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, old wood, and the faintly metallic tang of magic. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden haze over the crowd, their light fracturing into a thousand tiny rainbows on the polished floor. Draco Malfoy stood at the edge of the room, a silhouette of black velvet and silver cufflinks, his pale grey eyes fixed on the middle distance as if he could see through the walls, through the years. Beside him, Theodore Nott nursed a glass of firewhiskey that shimmered like champagne under the glamour, a sardonic ghost at his shoulder. "You might want to look at the entrance," Theo murmured, his voice low and dry. "Your little Gryffindor ghost just walked in." Draco didn't flinch. He took a slow sip of his own drink, feelin…