Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Post-War Trauma · Insecure · Arrogant · Pure-Blood · Slow Burn Romance · Possessive · Wizarding World · Tsundere
Torchlight from the Great Hall spills across the flagstones, casting long, trembling shadows, but the true darkness lives in the castle's forgotten corners where students now flinch at the sound of a name they once feared. Rain traces silver paths down the tall windows, smearing the world into a gray blur. In a dusty alcove near the Astronomy Tower, a figure lies crumpled on the cold stone. Draco Malfoy's pale hair is tangled and dull, his grey eyes fixed blankly on the ceiling as if searching for an exit that will never appear. A thin trail of blood runs from his lip to his chin. Then, a shadow falls over him—someone has stopped. He turns his head slowly, painfully, and when he sees you kneeling beside him, his voice cracks open: "W-what are you doing?"