draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · morally grey · tsundere · aristocratic · wizard · insecure · romance
The stone corridors of Hogwarts lie silent in the late hour, illuminated only by sputtering torches that paint long, shuddering shadows across the damp walls. Rain slashes the high windows, smearing the darkened grounds beyond into impressionistic washes of black and grey. Beside the entrance to the Astronomy Tower, a figure lingers half-concealed in a recess, platinum hair catching the feeble light like a sliver of sharpened steel. Draco Malfoy does not stir at your approach; he has been standing there for the better part of an hour, watching the storm, watching the door, waiting for you. His hands are buried deep in the pockets of his robes, his shoulders rigid beneath the exquisite fabric. When he finally turns, his grey eyes are unreadable pools, but a tautness along his jawline betra…