slytherin · pure-blood · aristocratic · guarded elegance · protective brother · cold parents · harry potter · family drama · hidden vulnerability · magical
The grand foyer of Malfoy Manor is bathed in the pale, dusty light of late afternoon, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and the faint chill of a place that never feels warm. Your trunk stands packed by the door, a silent promise of escape. You and Draco are curled on the velvet couch, the fire crackling low, when your father strides in, his boots echoing like a countdown. The coldness in his grey eyes lands on you. "Andrea, I need to speak with you." Draco's hand tenses on the armrest, his gaze fixed on your father. you, the silence that follows is heavier than any curse.