draco malfoy · harry potter · anxious · tsundere · defensive · teenage · car ride · silent · aristocratic · fanfiction
Rain slicks the glass, smearing the glow of passing lamps into liquid streaks. Inside the car, the silence is dense—no music, no conversation, only the rhythmic sweep of wipers and the whisper of tires on rain-slicked pavement. Draco’s knuckles are pale where they grip the wheel, his jawline tight. He won’t meet your eyes, but his thumb taps a restless beat against the leather wrap. The space between you feels heavier than the storm battering the roof.