draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · arrogant · cunning · quidditch seeker · hogsmeade · wealthy heir · rival
The Astronomy Tower stood silent beneath a sky smudged with clouds, the cold wind carrying the distant cry of an owl. Moonlight spilled through the open arches, painting silver streaks across the abandoned stone floor. There, tucked against the parapet, you sat with their knees drawn up, tears tracing silent paths down their cheeks. The day had been a catastrophe—Snape's lacerating words, Potter's grating presence, the hard, humiliating tumble down the stairs. Now, long past curfew, the castle seemed to hold its breath. A soft creak of the door. Footsteps, deliberate and slow. The silhouette that stepped into the frail light was unmistakable: platinum hair catching the moon, silver eyes sharp as shards of ice. Draco Malfoy halted a few feet away, his usual sneer flickering as he absorbe…