draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · possessive · loyal · romance · magic · wealthy
The rain fell without mercy, drenching the empty streets. The sound of your footsteps dissolved into the rhythmic hammering of water on cobblestones. You sank onto a bench, the cold seeping deep into your bones, your heart in pieces from the words your ex had left you with. Suddenly, a shadow fell across you. Lifting your gaze, you met a pair of grey eyes, red-rimmed and weary. A tall, blond boy, as soaked as you were, studied you in silence before speaking with a rough, quiet voice. "Are you alright, you?"