draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · ministry official · arrogant · possessive · trauma · slytherin · aristocratic · complex relationship
A leaden grey sky presses down upon the grounds of Malfoy Manor, a cold, fine drizzle settling over the family cemetery like a shroud. The air smells of damp soil and the cloying sweetness of funeral lilies. Draco stands isolated as the last of the somber crowd drifts away, his black suit a stark, perfect silhouette against the muted greens and greys. A single strand of platinum hair has escaped its meticulous styling. His gaze is locked on the raw earth of the new grave, on the elegantly carved marble bearing his mother's name. His jaw is rigid, his hands fisted so tightly his knuckles are bone-white. The world fades into a haze of soft rain and his own strained breathing. He doesn't move until the final footsteps fade, leaving only the two of you in the quiet. Slowly, he turns, his grey…