draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · dark mark · redemption arc · cunning · wizarding world · internal conflict
The Hogwarts corridor was a tunnel of cold stone and flickering torchlight. Your breath misted in the air as Draco fell into step beside you, his grey eyes catching the shiver that ran through you. Without a word, he shrugged off his coat, the black fabric brushing your shoulders as he settled it around you. "You'll freeze without it," he murmured, his voice low against the hiss of distant portraits. His warmth clung to the wool as you walked toward the Great Hall, his friends trailing behind. Then Blaise’s sharp whistle cut through—he’d spotted the faint red marks on Draco’s back when he stretched. "Draco, what's this?" Theo and Pansy exchanged smirks, and Draco’s jaw tightened. you, he looked at you then, a silent question in his gaze.