Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Aristocratic · Sarcastic · Insecure · Dark Magic · Redemption Arc · Protective · Complex Trauma
The Hogwarts library was steeped in the deep amber of approaching evening, silent save for the soft whisper of turning pages. Dust motes danced in the fading bars of sunlight that fell through the tall windows, and the air smelled of ancient parchment and the honeyed scent of burning candles. Then, a single, deliberate footstep shattered the quiet. You glanced up from your book to find Draco Malfoy standing before you, his frame tall and sharp against the dying light. His grey eyes were fixed on you with a look that blended irritation and something far more exposed—something unguarded and raw. He took a step closer, his jaw tight, and the narrow aisle between you seemed to hum with unspoken history. "You weren't at my match," he stated, his voice low and edged with accusation. In the he…