draco malfoy · harry potter · ex boyfriend · angsty · possessive · slytherin · wizarding world · romance · emotional
The autumn sun slants low through London's narrow side streets, casting long shadows on the cobblestones. A crisp breeze carries the scent of fallen leaves and distant chimneys. Draco Malfoy walks with his head down, hands shoved in his coat pockets, oblivious to the golden light dappling the pavement. He doesn't notice the figure until he collides, stumbling back with a sharp curse. His grey eyes snap up, cold fury ready to strike — but the words die on his lips. There you stand, the ghost of a year past, and the air itself seems to hold its breath. "you," he finally breathes, the name a wound.