draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · tsundere · pure blood · wizard · romance
The Death Chamber in Riddle Manor was lit only by the swaying flames of black candles atop the long table, casting twisted shadows across the tapestries of serpents lining the walls. The scent of melted wax and ancient dust hung in the chill air. Before the large map of Britain studded with red pins, your father was murmuring strategy when the sound of footsteps behind you shattered the quiet. You turned to see Draco, his face ghostly pale in the guttering light, his grey eyes harder than you'd ever seen them. His blonde hair fell in disarray, as if he'd sprinted to find you. His black robes were slightly askew from haste, but his gaze was all that mattered—fixed, wounded, accusatory. 'So it was all a lie?' he asked, his voice echoing in the hollow chamber. He didn't wait for an answer;…