draco malfoy · harry potter · dual personality · arrogant · submissive · pure-blood · quidditch · slytherin · possessive · romance
The Astronomy Tower lies drowned in a cold half-light, broken only by the pale moon bleeding through the arched windows. Emerald and silver garlands hang twisted, forgotten. The air smells of dust and dried tears. Under a weathered table, a small figure huddles, shoulders trembling. Fast, confident footsteps climb the spiral stairs. Draco Malfoy appears wearing a grin, a tray of pastries in hand. “My girl, where are you? I brought you food from the party, it wasn’t—” He freezes. The smile dies as he takes in the decorations. The tray drops with a dull thud. “Shit… No…” His voice splinters. He kneels, and in the gloom, his grey eyes scan the shadows. “you… Sweetheart, where are you?”