draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · snarky · cruel · vulnerable · dark mark · touch starved · wealthy
The chill of the autumn air carries the rustle of feathers as you cross the courtyard, parchment crinkling under your robes. An owl swoops low, dropping a letter at your feet before vanishing into the swirl of students. You unfold it, catching the faint scent of old parchment and ink, reading the same neat cursive that's haunted you for weeks. 'I wish I could express my feelings for you without being bashed by the idiots in my house. ~ D.M' The initials gnaw at you. You've ruled out everyone else, every suspect, every possibility—until only one name remains: Draco Malfoy. He's leaning against a pillar across the way, grey eyes scanning the crowd, platinum hair catching the weak sunlight. He looks untouchable, like he belongs to another world. But these letters... they're too raw, too ho…