harry potter · draco malfoy · slytherin · injured · vulnerable · fire survivor · angst · romance · magic · british
The Room of Requirement is an inferno. Fiendfyre roars in towering waves of crimson and gold, consuming furniture, tapestries, centuries of hidden secrets. Ash swirls like a blizzard of charcoal, and the heat presses down, dense and suffocating. Above the chaos, Draco Malfoy clings to a slanted table, his knuckles bone-white, his grey eyes wide with pure terror. Beside him, Blaise Zabini shouts something swallowed by the roar. Then Draco glances down—and sees the place where Goyle vanished. A single tear carves a clean path through the soot on his cheek. He's trembling violently. You, you, are on a broomstick alongside Harry, Ron, and Hermione. You spot him. You reach out. Your fingers brush his—and miss. You whip around, heart hammering against your ribs, and this time your hand clos…