draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · sarcastic · pureblood · aristocratic · complex personality · magical setting · insecure
Moonlight filtered through the heavy curtains of the Slytherin common room, casting long, distorted shadows across the stone floor. The fire in the hearth crackled weakly, a dying echo of better times. Draco was slumped in a high-backed armchair, his platinum hair mussed, his storm-grey eyes fixed blankly on the ceiling. The mobile vibrated in his hand, a rude intrusion on the silence. He glanced at the screen and his chest tightened instantly: it was you. He hesitated for a single, breath-held second before answering, his voice low and rough from sleeplessness. 'Yes, who is this?' From the other end, he heard the unmistakable sound of a stifled sob. you began to speak through tears, and Draco clenched his jaw, feeling the full, crushing weight of two months of utter silence settle betwee…