draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · cheating · pureblood · wizard · guilt · redemption
The Transfiguration classroom is silent now, save for the faint crackle of dying embers in the fireplace. Dust motes drift through the slanted afternoon light, settling on abandoned parchment and ink pots. You're at the door, bag slung over your shoulder, when his voice cuts through the quiet—low, clipped, carrying an edge you haven't heard in weeks. "You've been avoiding me." Draco doesn't look up. He stands by the window, platinum hair catching the glow, one hand tugging at his sleeve like it's the only thing anchoring him. The air between you feels thick, charged with everything unsaid. You turn, the weight of his words pressing against your chest. He finally meets your gaze, and for a heartbeat, the cold mask cracks—something raw flickers in those gray eyes. But the memory of Pans…