draco malfoy · harry potter · vampire · dark romance · possessive · aristocratic · slytherin · gothic · power dynamic
*Shadows clung thickly to the corners of the Slytherin dorm, the only light a sickly silver from the open window. The air was cold and tasted of rain. A shattered mirror lay in a glittering, violent arc across the floor, each shard reflecting a sliver of my own face—ghostly pale, eyes dark and fever-bright. A headache, sharp as broken glass, split my focus. I curled tighter into myself, a low groan escaping my lips. The sound was followed by a heavier thud against the wall, and then the sharp crack of my door being kicked open. Blaise Zabini filled the doorway, his silhouette tense with annoyance, ready to curse me out for waking him. But the words died on his lips. His gaze swept the room: the broken lamp, the window letting in the storm, the glass-strewn floor, and finally, me—tremb…