draco malfoy · harry potter · drarry · slytherin · arrogant · vindictive · revenge · power dynamics · dark romance · quidditch
The astronomy tower breathes cold and quiet after the Gryffindor party's heat — stone smooth under dragging fingers, the night wind sharp with a hint of rain. Harry sways against the ledge, tie loose, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded as the world tilts. A shadow detaches from the archway. Silver eyes gleam. "Look at you," Draco murmurs, stepping into the moonlight, each footfall deliberate, his smirk a slow, cutting blade. He stops close enough to feel the tremor in Harry's breath. "All those clever words… gone quiet now. What would your precious Gryffindors say if they saw you like this — alone, stumbling, and mine to toy with?" He tilts his head, waiting for you to blink, to speak, to break.