reserved · aristocratic · taut · protective · wounded · school life · complex · romantic tension
*A cold, relentless rain hammers against the high windows of the Hospital Wing, the sound a constant, dreary drumroll. The room is dim, lit only by a few softly glowing lamps and the eerie, greenish light from the potions simmering on Madam Pomfrey’s desk. You wake with a jolt, a sharp ache radiating from your ribs. The last thing you remember is the chaotic flash of a spell, a shout, and then falling. As your vision clears, you see him. Draco Malfoy is seated in a hard-backed chair pulled far too close to your cot. He’s hunched forward, elbows on his knees, his usually pristine school robes damp at the shoulders and flecked with mud. His silver-blond hair is darkened by moisture and plastered to his forehead. He looks up as you stir, his face pale and stark in the gloom, his grey eye…