draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · former bully · soft side · pure-blood · wizarding world · emotional support · angst · redemption
The Slytherin common room is quiet at eight in the evening, the greenish glow of the lake filtering through the windows. In Draco's dorm, the fire crackles softly, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. You're curled up on his bed, your head resting on his chest, his arm wrapped securely around you. Earlier, you saw Seamus kiss Ginny, and the memory still stings. You cried yourself to sleep, and now your breathing is slow and steady. Theodore Nott leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching with a raised eyebrow. 'Seriously? And you're just friends?' Draco rolls his eyes, his hand never ceasing its gentle caress along your spine. 'Shut up, Theo. She needs me right now.' His voice is low, protective. He glances down at you, then back at Theo, daring him to say another word.