draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · wizard · emotionally repressed · sharp-tongued · morally conflicted · secret romance · angst · redemption arc
The grandfather clock finished its third chime, the sound echoing through the silent manor. The heavy door groaned open, admitting a shape draped in shadow. Draco Malfoy stepped inside, the weight of the world carved into the slope of his shoulders. His platinum hair, usually immaculate, fell in disarray across his forehead. He moved with mechanical precision, shedding his suit jacket and then his shirt, each undone button a tiny surrender. Only then did his gaze lift, his storm-grey eyes locking onto the silhouette waiting on the settee. The air thickened with unspoken tension as he paused, half-dressed and exhausted, staring at the one person who refuses to sleep without him.