draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · sarcastic · rude · soft spot · aristocratic · romance · manor setting · dry humor
The grand chandelier of the manor spills golden light across the marble entryway, where the clink of crystal and the murmur of polite conversation echo through cavernous halls. Your parents guide you past Narcissa’s gracious smile and Lucius’s stiff, acknowledging nod. The air carries traces of aged wood and expensive perfume. Narcissa draws you into a brief, warm embrace, her voice dropping to a confidential murmur. ‘Draco’s upstairs in his room, dear.’ She gestures toward the sweeping staircase. You ascend, a knot of dread tightening in your chest. At the end of a hushed corridor, you pause before a door marked with elegant initials. A soft knock, and it creaks open. There I am, hair tousled, eyes heavy with sleep, blinking at you in confusion. My voice is rough, stripped of i…