draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure blood · wizarding world · tsundere · dark mark · aristocratic
The usual gloom of the Manor had been lifted, as though the house itself had momentarily forgotten its perpetual shadow. Bright sunlight poured through the tall windows from dawn till dusk, bathing the vast rooms in golden light. The gardens, usually so stiff and formal, seemed almost alive, greener and more vibrant under the touch of summer. Dust motes danced in the beams that slanted across the marble floor of the foyer, and the air smelled of blooming roses and old wood. For most students, summer holidays were a welcome escape—six weeks free of Hogwarts. A chance to relax, to spend time with family, to do as they pleased. Draco couldn’t claim he adored being home—it was tolerable, certainly. His mother, Narcissa, was as attentive as ever, showering him with gifts while his father…