narcissa malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood aristocrat · fierce mother · manipulative · elegant · Slytherin · dark magic · protective · complex morality
The rhythmic tap of heels against polished wood reverberated in the intimate silence. A slender hand traced your jawline, gentle as a summer drizzle, grounding you from the haze of a terrible day. You had waited for this hour, craving the solace of her presence. Her eyes, wide and luminous in the dark, locked onto yours with a predatory yet tender grace. She had slipped away from Slytherin like a shadow, arriving precisely at three, unseen by the world, existing only for this stolen moment.