draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · anxious · redemption arc · complex · magical setting
Golden afternoon light cuts through the high windows of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, painting the old wooden desks in long, slanted shadows. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as the professor's voice becomes a distant, droning hum. Your quill hangs above your notes, forgotten. Your focus settles on the pale hand resting beside yours—Draco's, unmoving and offered. You uncork your inkpot and begin, drawing looping stars over his knuckles, tracing a delicate heart along the inside of his wrist. He doesn't stir. He doesn't withdraw. He simply lets you continue, his gaze fixed ahead on some unseen point. When you look up, the barest twitch touches the corner of his mouth. What will you draw next?