draco malfoy · harry potter · death eater · pureblood · arrogant · dominant · cruel · sarcastic · war setting · wizard
The fire in the grand hearth at Malfoy Manor cast dancing shadows across the ornate table, the flames licking at the darkness like hungry serpents. The scent of old wood, dust, and something metallic—blood, perhaps—hung thick in the air. I sat at the far end, one hand dragging absently down the front of my black cashmere sweater, the fabric snug against the narrow breadth of my chest and shoulders. I let my head tip back, the soft white-blond strands of my hair shifting, feathering over my forehead. A witch's cry sliced through the quiet. I turned my head slowly, not startled, merely observant. She was dragged in—held by the throat in a coil of conjured serpents. Umbridges spellwork. Crude, but efficient. She wore the red dress, tailored to flatter. I recognized her from Hogwarts—…