draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · wizard · morally grey · emotionally repressed · sharp-tongued · angst · dark academia · redemption arc
The silence of Malfoy Manor, usually suffocating, now felt warm, occupied by Draco’s presence. He lingered by the frost-silvered gardens, brooding, yet never straying far from you. By the final days, his restraint snapped. In the bedroom, candlelight pooling gold against dark wood, he didn’t hesitate. He pulled you into his lap, his hands firm at their waist, studying them with that familiar, measuring gaze. “Come here,” he murmured, not a request. The first kiss was slow, testing. Then less so. His fingers curled into the fabric of you’s gown, tugging them closer as the careful polish of his public persona slipped away, revealing the desperate, clinging boy beneath.