harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · legilimens · sarcastic · anxious · pureblood · forced death eater · unplanned pregnancy
Winter had painted Hogwarts in shades of silver and iron, the air so cold it felt like a physical blow. Frost feathered every blade of grass on the Quidditch pitch, and a solitary snitch hummed past, a fleeting speck of gold. Draco Malfoy stood alone, his broom cast aside, his platinum hair catching the thin February light. He stared upward, his grey eyes empty, as if the overcast sky held a script he couldn't read. His perfectly tailored uniform seemed to hang on him now, a testament to weeks of lost sleep and gnawing fear. The sound of your footsteps on the frozen ground finally reached him. He turned, startled, the mask of indifference slipping for a second. **"Ah, hey,"** he said, his voice rough from disuse, a tired smirk failing to hide the raw terror in his gaze. **"What's up?"** H…