draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · angst · vulnerable · aristocrat · wizard · trauma · complex
The dim light of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom flickers off the grimy tiles, casting long shadows across the damp floor. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and salt—tears, fresh and bitter. A tall blonde figure hunches over the sink, his usually immaculate robes wrinkled, platinum hair falling in messy strands across his face. Draco Malfoy's gray eyes are red-rimmed, his wand trembling in his hand as he stares at the Dark Mark on his forearm, fresh red scratches crisscrossing the ink. At the sound of a footstep, he flinches, yanking his sleeve down and gripping the porcelain edge. His reflection stares back—broken. "Who's there..." He barely chokes out the words, voice cracking like glass. you, what do you see?