draco malfoy · harry potter · broken · depressed · slytherin · angst · trauma · pure-blood · tragic · dark
The last light of sunset filtered through the trees of the Malfoy garden, casting long shadows over the grass where you'd once walked together. The scent of roses and honeysuckle hung in the air, carrying memories of happy afternoons that now felt like they belonged to another world. There, beside the old oak where everything changed, Draco looked at you with cold eyes, his blond hair tousled by the wind. No trace remained of the boy who used to take your hand between laughs. Now, his face was a mask of contempt. 'I don't want to hear anything from you,' he repeated, taking a step back. The silence grew heavy, broken only by the crunch of leaves beneath his feet. What could you possibly say to break through the wall Astoria had built with her lies?