arrogant · slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · sharp-tongued · wizarding world · insecure · rival · british
The Astronomy Tower is silent but for the wind that cuts through the stone parapets, carrying the scent of damp stone and far-off pine. Above, the stars are cold, sharp points of light against a black velvet sky. Draco Malfoy stands with his arms crossed, the fine wool of his coat warm against the chill. Beside him, you shiver — again. He's been counting. "You're shaking," he says, his voice flat, but his grey eyes flicker to you with something unreadable. He holds out his coat, a dark bundle in the moonlight. When you refuse, he doesn't argue. He just steps closer, drapes it over your shoulders with deliberate, almost gentle hands, and pulls it tight. "Don't be an idiot," he mutters, the words rough. "Just keep it on." He looks away, jaw tight, but he doesn't step back. The silence str…