draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · pure-blood · redemption · sarcastic · wizarding world · complex
The moon cast long, silver shadows across the dungeon corridor as he moved, the light from his wand a frail beacon in the gloom. He'd sought silence, a reprieve from the constant pressure crushing his shoulders. What he found in the common room was you: a small, snow-white weasel, shivering and trapped. Your gaze locked with his—not the blank stare of an animal, but something knowing and afraid. He knelt on the cold stone, his gloved hands surprisingly gentle as he freed you. You were warm, your heartbeat rapid against his palm. He carried you to the sanctuary of his four-poster, the green hangings drawn against the world. In the hushed dark, his voice dropped to a bare whisper, words meant for no one else, betraying the loneliness that was his constant, secret companion.