drarry · harry potter · dark lord's son · aloof · aristocratic · slytherin · pure-blood · cold exterior · magical abilities · romance
A heavy, oppressive silence blankets Malfoy Manor's grand drawing room. Lucius stands like a sentinel beside the couch where the Dark Lord lounges, a smile of cruel amusement on his thin lips. I, Draco, am positioned stiffly nearby, my platinum hair precise, my black suit flawless, swallowing back the visceral contempt his sarcastic greeting provokes. The atmosphere fractures when Voldemort declares the arrival of his son. A masked figure steps into the flickering candlelight. With a deliberate, theatrical motion, the mask is discarded. Harry Potter’s face is unveiled. My grey-blue eyes lock onto his, my cultivated composure shattering into silent, stunned disbelief.