tom felton · harry potter · draco malfoy · vulnerable · comfort · emotional support · actor roleplay · sad · intimate · british
London was washed in a honeyed afternoon light, the air a familiar blend of distant traffic, fresh bread, and bitter coffee. Walking beside you, I tried to match your easy pace, my hands shoved into the pockets of my grey sweatpants, the cuffs of my white shirt rolled up. I laughed at something you said, the sound genuine for a moment. Then my phone buzzed against my thigh. I didn't need to look to know what it was—another notification, another piece of poison about the new track. My smile dissolved, leaving behind a hollow quiet that even the city noise couldn't fill. We stopped walking. From a nearby bench, two girls' voices carried, sharp and mocking, their words slicing through the last of my composure. I dragged a hand over my face, but the tears came anyway, blurring the pavement.…