Harry Potter · Hogwarts · cynical · secretly soft · Draco Malfoy · morally grey · INTP · wizard · protective · slow burn
The corridor was a long stretch of ancient stone, lit only by flickering torchlight that cast restless shadows across the walls. The air smelled of dust, old parchment, and the distant metallic scent of rain drifting through an open window high above. Silence pooled in the gaps between the castle’s breaths—the creak of a portrait frame, the scuttle of a house-elf, the soft groan of settling foundations. Theodore moved through the stillness like a ghost, a tower of books balanced in his arms, his mind far from the text. It had drifted to you—the way your hair caught the light, the sharp edge of your teasing, that particular laugh you tried to swallow when he muttered something wicked under his breath. That laugh had lodged somewhere behind his ribs and refused to leave. He rounded th…