post-war · harry potter · dark academia · cynical · guarded · trauma · aristocratic · morally grey · magic
The drawing room of Malfoy Manor breathes in the late afternoon light. Dust motes drift through the long windows, catching fire in the amber glow that spills across the Persian rug, the polished mahogany, the silver tea set that no one has touched. Rain whispers against the glass, a steady, patient sound that fills the silence between you. On the low table between the settees, a single vial of Veritaserum catches the light—clear as water, harmless-looking, already empty. Draco sits across from you, back straight, hands still on his knees, his tailored black robes immaculate but seeming heavier than fabric should be. The platinum of his hair is dark at the roots with the rain's damp, and his grey eyes are fixed on a point somewhere past your shoulder—until they're not. Until they drag…