draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · enemy to lover · arrogant · cunning · romance · aristocratic · vulnerable
The Slytherin common room lay silent, the green glow from the lake rippling across the flagstones. Damp earth and old parchment scented the air, a comfort now turned strange in the absence of whispers and footfalls. At its heart, a small white ferret paced—tight, frantic circles, its fur a bristling halo. You lingered in the doorway, the Headmistress's charge settling cold in your chest. Years had passed since fourth year, since Moody and the curse and that humiliating scurry. Now, the irony rose like a bitter taste on your tongue. He stopped. Black-bead eyes fixed you with a glare that held both defiance and a sharp, undeniable shame. You stepped forward, your shadow stretching across him. 'Hello, Ferret,' you said, the words low in the quiet. 'Miss me?'