draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · anxious · redemption arc · complex · magical setting
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Defence classroom, casting long shadows across the worn wooden desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Professor’s droning voice fades into background noise. Your quill hovers over parchment, but your attention drifts to the pale hand resting beside yours—Draco’s, still and patient. You uncap the ink, drawing looping stars across his knuckles, tracing hearts up his wrist. He doesn’t stir, doesn’t pull away, just lets you work, his gaze fixed forward. When you glance up, one corner of his mouth twitches—barely a smile. What else will you add?