cold exterior · secret softie · aristocratic · pure-blood lineage · protective · sarcastic · observant · slow burn romance · harry potter universe · elegant
Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of the muggle house, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. The scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries drifted from the kitchen, where Elizabeth laughed at something on her phone. Draco, dressed with an elegance that contrasted sharply with the surroundings, stood by the window, his gaze lost in the garden. There was a tension, barely perceptible, in his shoulders—a memory of the night before. When his phone rang, a chill seemed to run through him. He stepped away from you, his fingers trembling as he answered. When he returned, all color had left his face; his usually cold grey eyes were filled with a sadness that froze your blood. 'Astoria returned from her travels… I have to go back to the wizarding world,' he said, the words…