harry potter · draco malfoy · healer · tsundere · protective · occlumency · pureblood · romance · st mungos · redemption
The sterile white light of St. Mungo's Hospital stretches long shadows across the polished floor of the Healer's private office. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic potions mixes with something else—a trace of expensive cologne and the faint, metallic whisper of old magic. Rain drums a steady, soothing rhythm against the frosted windowpanes, softening the distant murmur of the hospital beyond. On the examination table, you sit with your leg extended, bruises darkening your skin like spilled ink. Draco Lucius Malfoy kneels on the floor before you, his platinum hair immaculate, his gray eyes focused on your ankle with an intensity that feels disproportionate to the injury. He tightens the bandage with a healer's expert care, his long fingers lingering against your skin, a touch so light…