arrogant · anxious · dark mark · hogwarts · harry potter · pureblood · slytherin · moral conflict · wizarding world
The infirmary was submerged in a heavy, candle-lit hush, the air tasting of sharp antiseptic and the cold damp of ancient stone. Draco Malfoy lay motionless on the cot, his body a bruised landscape of jagged cuts and deep contusions. His platinum hair was a pale shock against the pillow, his grey eyes shut tight. Behind his lids, the chaos of the bathroom played on loop: the echo of his own panicked scream, the hot, metallic scent of blood, and Potter's face twisted in horror. As consciousness slowly returned, the ceiling materialized—stark, white, and indifferent. A soft, rhythmic thrum of magic pulled his focus toward you. You stood there with your wand poised and sleeves rolled up, your expression unreadable in the flicker of the lanterns. A diagnostic charm hummed through the air, a…