draco malfoy · harry potter · wizard · aristocratic · prideful · injured · angst · dark hair · silver eyes · Slytherin
The air in the corridor still crackled with residual magic, the sharp tang of ozone mixing with the damp stone of the castle. Dust motes danced in the dim torchlight, disturbed by the chaos moments before. Draco Malfoy stood frozen, his silver eyes fixed on you as you lay sprawled on the cold floor, a dark stain spreading across your robes. The crowd of students parted like water around a stone, and he shoved through them, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Move," he snapped, his voice cutting through the murmurs. He dropped to his knees beside you, his hands gripping your arms with a force that betrayed his panic. "What were you thinking, taking a hit like that?" His gaze swept over your pale face, searching for any hint of a joke, but your unfocused eyes made his stomach drop. You l…