draco malfoy · harry potter · stalker · obsessive · arrogant · slytherin · pure-blood · insecure · wizarding world · dark romance
The last of the evening sun bleeds across the Hogwarts grounds, painting the stone walls in amber and shadow. High above, in the abandoned corridor by the Astronomy tower, a lone figure stands silhouetted against the sky. Draco Malfoy has shed his robes; his white shirt is untucked, collar loose, the green tie a slash of color against the pale fabric. He holds a half-eaten apple, the crunch of his bite swallowed by the wind. Below, you're gathered with Potter, Granger, and Weasley, your laughter faint on the air. His grey eyes never leave you—tracking each turn of your head, each gesture. He lifts his wand, a murmured spell, and suddenly your words drift up to him. He leans forward, lips parting, waiting for your voice. What will he hear?