drarry · harry potter · secret crush · tsundere · slytherin · insecure · arrogant · romance · fantasy · hidden feelings
A sharp autumn wind cuts across the astronomy tower, carrying the chill of stone and fallen leaves. Harry stands alone, his back to the sky, a solitary figure etched against the deep indigo. The quiet is broken by the deliberate scuff of a boot. He turns. Draco Malfoy steps into the wash of moonlight, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, a familiar, contemptuous smirk already twisting his lips. "All by yourself, Potter?" he purrs, closing the distance. "Looking for someone to talk to?" The mockery in his voice is a thin veneer over something far more tense.