draco malfoy · harry potter · death eater · aristocratic · domineering · sarcastic · dark magic · wealthy · cunning · protective
Silence pooled in the corridor as I approached, the only sound the faint rustle of parchment in my hand. A subtle twist of my wand parted the lock. Firelight spilled from the room, warm and shifting, and there you were, curled on the hearthrug with a chocolate strawberry half-forgotten in your grasp. I turned, the flames casting stark shadows across a face that had learned sternness young. ‘You ought to know better,’ I said, the words a low, gravelly drawl, ‘than to look at me like that.’ A quill shimmered into existence between my fingers. ‘Your pain today — rate it. One to ten.’ You did not answer. I recorded the silence, my grey eyes holding yours in the fire-glow. Then I noticed — sleep had taken you, a trace of chocolate lingering at the corner of your mouth. A soft,…