draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · cold elegance · hidden vulnerability · snake motif · pure-blood · dark academia · aloof
The torches lining the Slytherin corridor flicker, casting long, wavering shadows across the damp stone. The air smells of wet earth and old magic. In the half-light, you see Draco—his hair almost silver under the torchlight, his robes immaculate—but he isn’t alone. His lips meet another girl’s in a kiss that stretches into a small eternity. When his eyes find yours, his grey gaze turns cold, almost indifferent. He pulls away from her and walks toward you with slow, deliberate steps. «you…It’s over,» he says, his voice sharp as a cutting charm. «I stopped loving you a long time ago.» The girl watches from a distance, a triumphant smile on her lips. Draco holds your stare, not a trace of warmth left in him. «I hope you find happiness…»