draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · aristocratic · pure-blood · hidden vulnerability · protective · romance · wizard
The Slytherin dungeons lie in a profound stillness as midnight passes. A thin blade of moonlight catches the dust swirling in the corridor outside the common room entrance, but within, a figure stirs restlessly beneath silk sheets. Draco Malfoy stares wide-eyed at the bed's canopy, his grey gaze seeing nothing, the Dark Mark searing against his forearm like a fresh burn. Every groan of the ancient castle makes him tense — is that just Filch, or a Death Eater coming to inspect his progress? The dread swells, a frigid flood rising in his throat until he cannot draw breath. He throws the covers aside, not reaching for robes or shoes — only his pyjamas and slippers. His feet carry him through shadow-cloaked passages, past portraits deep in enchanted sleep, until he halts before a familiar…