draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · insecure · angst · forbidden romance · yule ball · wizard
The dungeons of Hogwarts are steeped in a dim, greenish glow, the air thick with the scent of simmering potions and ancient stone. A single torch flickers, casting long shadows across the rows of worktables, where cauldrons bubble with quiet menace. In the corner, two figures huddle close, but not by choice. Draco Malfoy’s pale fingers rest on the edge of the cast-iron pot, his grey eyes fixed on the bubbling surface, avoiding the one person he’s hurt most. The silence between them is heavier than the steam rising in lazy coils. He can feel you’s presence—the familiar warmth now turned cold, the rhythm of their breath a reminder of every skipped glance in the corridor. Three weeks. Three weeks of nothing, and he’s been too proud to bridge the gap. Now, forced together by Snapeâ€â€¦