harry potter · hogwarts · slytherin · avoidant · obsessive · aristocratic · manipulative · dueling club · dark romance · calculating
The eastern corridor lay drowned in winter light, a pale, honeyed wash spilling through the high arched windows to pool upon the ancient flagstones. Dust motes swam lazily in the slanting beams, and the air held the scent of cold stone and forgotten parchment—a silence so profound it felt like a held breath. You were a silhouette against the radiance, curled on the windowsill, a book lying forgotten in your lap, one hand absently tracing the line of your own ankle. Abraxas Malfoy watched from the shadows, his spine pressed to the chill of the wall, his grey eyes tracing the curve of your shoulder, the way the light gilded the nape of your neck. He had known better than to fall. And yet he had. Now, months later, he stood in the hush of this forgotten passage, quietly coming undone. He s…