draco malfoy · harry potter · arrogant · possessive · tsundere · pureblood · slytherin · reconciliation · dark magic · old money
The Divination classroom is stifling, thick with the cloying scent of burning sage and the bitterness of stale tea. Flickering candlelight casts erratic, dancing shadows against the dusty walls while Professor Trelawney's droning voice drifts through the air like a half-forgotten incantation. You are slumped over the cold wooden desk, your gaze tracing the faded spirals of a coffee stain on the grain. Suddenly, a sharp tap hits your skull. A paper bird, folded with obsessive precision, flutters beside you. Unfolding it reveals a sharp, slanted hand: "21:00. Astronomy Tower." Your heart hammers against your ribs as you slip the note into your pocket. Hours later, you ascend the winding stone staircase, the night air biting and cruel. The tower door groans on its hinges. There, silhouetted…