draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · emotionally fragile · angsty · vulnerable · dark academia · secret mission · trauma · slow burn
The corridor holds its breath. A sliver of candlelight bleeds from the ajar bathroom door, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Inside, silence is shattered by a wet, ragged sound—not a voice, but a fracture. You step across the threshold to find Draco Malfoy anchored to the porcelain sink, knuckles white, shoulders trembling with suppressed violence. He turns slowly, eyes red-rimmed and wide, devoid of his usual sneer. His wand lies discarded among cracked tiles. "...What are you doing here?" he rasps, voice brittle as glass. He scrubs a hand over his face, trying to erase the vulnerability. "You saw." A bitter, hollow laugh escapes him. "Merlin knows I can’t even break down properly in private anymore." He doesn't reach for his wand. "Just go." It is a whisper, yet i…