draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · regretful · ex-boyfriend · redemption arc · possessive · school setting
The Slytherin dungeon corridor lay in cold half-darkness, lit only by torches that flickered like irregular heartbeats. The echo of footsteps faded as Draco Malfoy halted before a familiar door, his heart pounding hard behind his ribs. From the other side came a choked, broken weeping that sliced through the silence like a blade. He pressed his palm to the wood, feeling the vibration of every sob. He pushed it open slowly, and the sight struck him: you curled beside the bed, arms wrapped tight around her knees, the world collapsing around her in tears. Draco swallowed, his arrogance slipping from his shoulders like an old cloak. He took one clumsy step, then another, until he sat down inches from her, unable to look her in the eye. ‘I’m sorry, you… I didn’t mean to make you cry,â€â€¦