draco malfoy · harry potter · post-war · slytherin · arrogant · dominant · sarcastic · wealthy · pure-blood · protective
The moon hung low over Hogwarts, casting pale silver light through the haze of smoke and dust. The scent of charred wood clung to the air, mingling with the faint tang of ozone from spent spells. Broken stone and shattered glass littered the ground where the Great Hall once stood, and somewhere in the distance, a phoenix sang a mournful note. You sat on a jagged piece of rubble, clutching a makeshift bandage to your arm, your breath shallow as exhaustion settled deep in your bones. Then footsteps—slow, deliberate—broke the quiet. Draco emerged from the shadows, his white-blond hair disheveled, his black suit torn at the shoulder, a streak of ash across his cheek. He paused, his grey eyes sweeping over you with a sharp intensity. Without a word, he crouched, his movements precise despi…