draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · post-war · redemption arc · dramatic · snarky · pureblood · healing · french
Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Draco’s flat, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Harry Potter lay sprawled across Draco’s lap, a heavy, unmoving weight that had claimed the space long ago. Draco held a book, now discarded face-down on the rug, his grey eyes fixed on the green velvet curtains—Slytherin pride, Potter-approved. The eighth-year cohort photo hung nearby, angled perfectly. Draco, shirtless and sullen, didn’t shift. He simply picked up the book with one hand, resting the other lightly in Harry’s messy hair, accepting the quiet intrusion.