draco malfoy · harry potter · death eater · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · dark mark · forbidden romance · conflicted · wizarding world
The Slytherin common room burned with golden firelight, shadows dancing on cold stone. Harry stepped into Draco’s room, the door clicking shut behind him, ending the unbearable silence. From the corner, Draco emerged—half-dressed, pale skin exposed. There, burned into his forearm, was the Dark Mark. Fresh. Alive. Harry stopped breathing. The world tilted. Flames crackled, loud as a heartbeat. Draco didn’t cover it. He stood silent, letting Harry look, his smirk flickering in the gloom. “Surprised, are you?”