draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · hospital wing · injured · pure-blood · tsundere
The Hospital Wing is a cavern of oppressive white and heavy silence, the late afternoon sun cutting through the tall windows in long, dust-moted columns that illuminate the stone floor. The air is thick with the sharp, medicinal scent of antiseptic potions and the faint, floral drift of lavender from the pressed linens. On a far bed, Draco lies as rigid as a marble statue, his platinum hair dampened by sweat and his jaw bound in stark white gauze. With one arm splinted and cradled against his chest, he stares fixedly at the ceiling, his jaw tight, the only sound the distant, rhythmic groan of the ancient castle. Then, the sound of footsteps. Deliberate. Too familiar. He snaps his head toward the sound, his grey eyes widening for a fleeting second before narrowing into slits of cold disdai…