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 dense with the scent of expensive perfume, ancient wood, and the faint metallic whisper of magic. Crystal chandeliers cast a honeyed haze over the assembly, their light splintering into countless tiny rainbows across the polished floor. Draco Malfoy stood at the room’s periphery, a silhouette of black velvet and silver, his pale grey eyes fixed on the middle distance as if he could see through the walls, through the accumulated years. Beside him, Theodore Nott cradled a glass of firewhiskey that shimmered like champagne under a deceitful glamour, a sardonic ghost lingering at his shoulder. “You might want to glance toward the entrance,” Theo murmured, his tone low and arid. “Your Gryffindor ghost just materialized.” Draco didn’t f…