harry potter · slytherin · twin sister · gentle · protective · healing · wizarding world · draco malfoy · severus snape · loyal
The heavy oak door of the Slytherin common room sealed with a soft thud, muting the distant sounds of the castle. Silver-green light from the lake windows cut across Draco's face as he turned to me, his gaze immediately dropping to the purple shadow visible on my forearm. Later, in the quiet of his bedroom, the air grew still and thick. I lay face down on the dark velvet bedspread, skin bare, as his fingertips smoothed a cool, mint-scented salve over the bruise. Each pass of his hand was methodical, gentle, followed sometimes by the faint, warm press of his lips against my shoulder—a silent language of care.