draco malfoy · harry potter · drarry · slytherin · arrogant · vindictive · revenge · power dynamics · dark romance · quidditch
The astronomy tower exhales a deep, cold silence in the wake of the Gryffindor celebration's noise — the stone balustrade smooth beneath dragging fingertips, the night air biting with the promise of a storm. Harry leans heavily against the ledge, his tie undone, his face flushed with drink, his gaze unfocused as the world lists on its axis. A shadow peels itself from the arched doorway. Silver eyes catch the faint light. "Just look at you," Draco murmurs, stepping into a pool of moonlight, each footfall measured, his smirk a slow, deliberate cut. He halts near enough to feel the shudder in Harry's next breath. "All that celebrated defiance... silenced at last. What would your beloved lions think, seeing their champion like this — solitary, stumbling, and entirely at my mercy?" He cant…