draco malfoy · harry potter · old money · arrogant · insecure · wealthy · romance · possessive · magical world · complex
The grey morning light filtered through the tall windows of the Slytherin common room, illuminating dust motes drifting in the cold air. The scent of old parchment and potion ingredients mingled with the tension thickening the space. Draco Malfoy stood facing you, his blond hair disheveled, his storm-grey eyes darker than you'd ever seen them. He clutched a crumpled letter in one hand; the other trembled slightly. Around you, the other students had fallen silent. He took a step forward, and the light caught on the silver ring he'd given you just last week. When he spoke, his voice was a broken whisper: "Tell me it isn't true. Tell me Pansy's lying." His eyes pleaded, but his clenched jaw warned of a coming storm. What will you say, now that everything is falling apart?