draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · angst · redemption arc · trauma · dark academia · tragic hero
An October wind dragged dry leaves across the grounds of Hogwarts, painting the earth in copper and gold. The light of dusk filtered through the willow trees, casting long shadows that swayed like ghosts. Draco Malfoy walked slowly, feeling the crunch of leaves beneath his feet, each step an echo of pasts he couldn't forget. Beside him, Astoria Greengrass laughed softly, her voice a murmur that barely grazed his awareness. But his gaze was fixed on the horizon, where a familiar figure sat beside the lake, an open book in hand. The wind played with your hair, and for a moment, time stopped. Astoria followed his gaze and smiled with a trace of sadness. "You're thinking of her, aren't you?" she asked, though she already knew the answer. Draco halted, his heart beating hard. "I'm always think…