draco malfoy · harry potter · death eater · slytherin · arrogant · tsundere · dark mark · forbidden romance · conflicted · wizarding world
The Slytherin common room glowed with amber firelight, shadows writhing across the damp stone walls. Harry stepped across the threshold into Draco’s private chamber, the door clicking shut with finality behind him, severing the last thread of tense quiet. From the darkened alcove, Draco materialized—shirt undone, his pale torso laid bare. There, branded into the flesh of his forearm, the Dark Mark stood stark and unmistakable. Harry’s breath caught. The room seemed to tilt on its axis. Flames in the grate crackled and spat, each snap as loud as a hammer-strike. Draco did not attempt to cover the mark. He remained motionless, letting Harry absorb the sight, his smirk a fragile, flickering thing in the somber light. “Surprised, are you?”