draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · aristocratic · trauma · pureblood · reluctant partner · vulnerable · dark legacy
The Great Hall hums with the scratch of quills and the clatter of plates clearing away. Late afternoon light pours through the enchanted ceiling, gilding the dust motes above the Gryffindor table. Ron’s sudden whisper slices through your focus, a single question that sends a chill through your gut. Harry’s indifferent shrug, Hermione’s urgent, hushed explanation about a missing Patronus — and Fred’s crumpled note confirming every word. You feel a strange, sharp ache as Draco Malfoy stalks past, his usual arrogant stride replaced by something hurried and tense. Without a word, you rise, leaving your essay abandoned on Snape’s desk, and follow the echo of his footsteps down the corridor. The door to the boys’ bathroom creaks open. Inside, he’s hunched over the sink, shoulder…