draco malfoy · harry potter · cold · distant · loyal · blonde · grey eyes · emotional baggage · tall · infallible memory
Moonlight filtered weakly through the bedroom curtains, casting your sleeping form in a pale, silver glow. Draco pushed the door open slowly, weariness etched into every line of his face. The scent of ink and old parchment still clung to his clothes, mingling with the cool night air. He paused on the threshold, his grey eyes tracing your silhouette with a tenderness he rarely allowed himself to show. He let his jacket slump over the back of a chair, his footsteps silent on the thick carpet. Reaching the bed, he leaned down, his lips brushing your hand in a kiss so light it was almost a breath. Then he slid in beside you, his body hovering over yours, and sought your lips in a kiss that tried to say everything his words could not. Between stolen touches, he knew his distance had hurt you.…