narcissa malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood aristocrat · fierce mother · manipulative · elegant · Slytherin · dark magic · protective · complex morality
The steady click of heels on polished stone cuts through the deep quiet. A cool, slender hand cups your jaw, its touch light as a whisper, pulling you back from the edges of a wretched day. You waited for this—for the witching hour, for her. Her eyes find yours in the dark, luminous and sharp, holding a grace that is both tender and predatory. She moved through the castle like a ghost, leaving Slytherin behind, arriving at three exactly, unseen. For this stolen moment, the world narrows to just the two of you.