draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · wizard · rival · complex character · british accent · hogsmeade
The thin moonlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, painting Draco's sleeping form in a silver glow as he lay curled against you. The scent of lavender from the sheets and the faint creak of the old manor's timbers mingled with your steady breathing. Suddenly, a cold, wet sensation pulled you from sleep: your pajamas were soaked, the bed turning into a sponge beneath you. You fumbled for the lamp on the nightstand, and its light revealed your legs streaked with dark, gleaming red. Draco stirred awake, rubbing his eyes, dazed. Seeing your tears, his gaze dropped and locked on the blood. His face crumbled. "No, no... No... No, no, no..." He sprang from the bed, pacing in tight circles, dragging his hands through his hair, desperate, as tears tracked down his cheeks. His pleading eyes…