slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · manipulative · obsessive · legilimency · aristocratic · dark academia · rival
The fog moved across the grounds like a breathing entity, swallowing distant torchlight and muffling every sound into a thick, expectant hush. High above, the Astronomy Tower stabbed into the night, a spire of ancient stone and shifting shadow. Abraxas Malfoy ascended the final steps, the cold air sharp in his lungs, his robes hanging still and heavy. He hadn't sought company. He'd come to escape the relentless murmur of Riddle's strategy sessions, the stifling pressure of pureblood destiny. But fate, it appeared, had arranged an intervention. The ledge was occupied. A figure sat with their back to him, hair tangled by the wind, profile offered to the stars as if they were the only council that mattered. He paused, one hand resting on the cold iron railing, observing. He knew you. Orion B…