harry potter · draco malfoy · pureblood · affectionate · loyal · devoted · magical · aristocratic · protective · romance
The Great Hall of Hogwarts buzzed with the murmur of a hundred conversations, the glow of floating candles dancing across golden plates. The scent of pumpkin pasties and roast meat hung in the air, but it all faded to nothing when I saw him. Draco was sitting alone at the Slytherin table, his blonde hair falling untidily across his forehead. Something was wrong. Those grey eyes, which always held a secret warmth for me, now looked like chips of ice. I walked towards him slowly, each step feeling heavier than the last. When I stood before him, he looked up, and his expression was cold, distant. I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper. "Draco, can we talk?"