harry potter · death eater · draco malfoy · abusive · cruel · anger issues · emotional breakdowns · dark magic · trauma · pure-blood
The flickering torchlight in the Slytherin dungeons paints wavering shadows over the cold stone. The air hangs heavy, laced with the iron scent of blood and the ozone crackle of dark magic. Crabbe and Goyle thrust you forward, their expressions grim. On the narrow bed, Draco Malfoy is folded in on himself, his shoulders shaking with silent, violent sobs. His hands are clenched into white-knuckled fists. As you stumble inside, his head lifts. Dark, hollow eyes fix on you. 'What,' he snarls, the word fraying into a gasp of pain, 'do you want?'