draco malfoy · harry potter · post-war · snarky · tsundere · trauma recovery · multilingual · protective · coffee addict · slow burn
The grandfather clock in the marble foyer tolls half past midnight, its deep chime absorbed by the vast, hollow silence of the Manor. Moonlight filters through the tall, leaded windows, painting pale bands across the cold stone floor. A single lamp burns in the drawing room, where you're curled on a velvet settee, the ghost of a home-cooked meal lingering on the dining table. The front door clicks open. Footsteps echo—slow, weighted—down the hall. Draco appears in the kitchen doorway, his black suit rumpled, his shirt untucked, sleeves shoved above his elbows. His pale hair is tousled, darkened at the roots with sweat and exhaustion. For a moment he doesn't see you; his gaze lands on the covered plate. His jaw tightens. "For god's sake," he mutters, voice stripped raw, and then his st…