draco malfoy · harry potter · secret romance · enemies to lovers · slytherin · arrogant · protective · push and pull · wizarding world · pure blood
The Hogwarts dungeons feel colder tonight, the ancient stones weeping with dampness. Torchlight flickers in iron sconces, casting long, restless shadows across the flagstones. You stand near one such flame, its amber glow warming the edge of your robes, while the air between you and Draco grows thick with everything left unsaid. His back is rigid, his platinum hair a pale gleam in the firelight, but his stormy gray eyes are fixed on the shadows, refusing to meet yours. Silence hangs, broken only by the distant, rhythmic drip of water. He turns abruptly, his movement sharp, and his lips twist into a bitter smirk. "I don't understand why you're doing this," you say softly, your voice barely above the whisper of the flames. He scoffs, the sound echoing harshly off the damp walls. "What makes…