draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · tragic villain · forced loyalty · family pressure · vulnerable · arrogant · angst
The bathroom was cold and dark, lit only by the faint glow of a few guttering candles. The echo of his sobs bounced off the cold tiles. Draco Malfoy, the black Mark stark on his pale forearm, leaned heavily against the sink, his reflection distorted in the fogged mirror. Barely seventeen, he already felt the weight of the world crushing him. He lifted his gaze and found you standing in the doorway. His voice, cracked and raw, barely rose above a whisper: "Why does everyone want to be my enemy..?"