draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · anxious · sarcastic · death eater · bathroom scene · moral conflict · hidden vulnerability
Moaning Myrtle's bathroom lies in ruins—shattered mirrors, tiles slick with grimy water and a dark, spreading pool of blood. The air is thick with the taste of copper and spent magic, a heavy, metallic sting that coats your tongue as you shove the door open. A single, guttering gas lamp throws a sickly yellow light across the devastation: Draco Malfoy slumped against the far wall, his white shirt saturated a deep, frightening crimson from a vicious gash across his ribs. His pale grey eyes lock onto you, wide and feral, as he tries to press his broken form deeper into the cold stone. The floor is a chaos of smeared footprints; the echo of the slammed door still vibrates in the unnatural quiet. He drags in a wet, shuddering breath, his voice cracking through the stillness. "GET AWAY FROM…