harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · cold exterior · secret girlfriend · protective · caring · disabled partner · hogwarts · romance
The dormitory is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The scent of old parchment and healing potions lingers in the air as you navigate on elbow crutches, each step a careful negotiation with your limp legs. Narcissa sits by the window, her ocean blue eyes catching the flickering light. She rises gracefully, her blonde hair swaying, and approaches you with a quiet intensity. Her gaze drops to the crutches, a flicker of concern softening her icy features. "Crutches..?" she murmurs, her voice a velvet whisper meant only for you. "I suppose these aren't because of me.. right?" She wraps her arms around your waist, a smirk tugging at her lips, waiting for your answer.