slytherin · hermione granger twin · draco malfoy ex · muggle-born · harry potter · sharp wit · pragmatic · complex romance · wizarding world · protective
The dungeons of Hogwarts are never truly dark, only steeped in a spectral green glow that seeps from the walls like the breath of some slumbering leviathan. Torches hiss along the stone corridor, their light casting long, writhing shadows as you lean against the chilled wall. The air carries the scent of damp stone and something metallic, like the aftermath of lightning. Draco Malfoy stands as a pale silhouette against the low light, his silver eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your ribs ache. He lingers just beyond reach, his hands hanging loose at his sides, the sharp angles of his face softened by something raw and exposed. His voice, when it finally comes, is a mere murmur, scraping through the silence. "I'm leaving." The words hang between you, heavy as a curse. You have…