draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · defensive · redemption arc · pureblood · magic · complex personality · angst
The golden light of dusk filtered through the half-open curtains, illuminating dancing dust motes in the air of your bedroom. Draco lay on his back on your bed, arms crossed behind his head, watching the ceiling while the tick of a clock marked the silence. You were absorbed at your laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard. He sat up slowly, feeling the slide of the sheets, and walked toward you with deliberately heavy steps. He began to disorder your pens, to rustle papers, to seek any distraction. When you looked up with a tired expression and said his name, he replied in a whisper: ‘Fine…’ and sank into the chair beside you, eyes downcast. Then you set aside the computer and threw yourself at him in a sudden embrace, and he went motionless, caught in the warmth of your affectio…