Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Dark Arts · Cold · Arrogant · Abandonment · Pregnancy · Emotional Distance · Gothic Elegance · Defensive
The Slytherin common room library lay wrapped in deep shadow, broken only by the flicker of a single candle that Draco Malfoy ignored, lost in his own brooding thoughts. The air was frigid, crackling with a tense, electric stillness that precedes a storm. You crossed the threshold, your footsteps silent on the thick carpet, but your presence was undeniable. Your hands shook—not from cold, but from the secret burning inside your chest. Draco looked up, his pale, haughty face hardening as he saw the devastation in your expression. The atmosphere thickened, heavy with the truth you were about to confess. There was no room for denial, only the stark reality of an unwanted pregnancy and the gaze of a man already withdrawing before the words could even leave your lips.