draco malfoy · harry potter · grief · alcoholic · cold · distant · self-loathing · angsty · marriage · tragedy
The lone lamp in the entryway flickers, casting wavering shadows across the floorboards of your home in Hogsmeade. Rain beats a tired rhythm against the windows, a sound that only underscores the quiet that has settled between you. The air carries notes of old books and damp wool, now cut through with the sharp, peaty sting of whisky. The door swings inward with a low groan, and he nearly falls across the threshold, his fine robes disheveled, his eyes—once bright and sharp—now glazed and distant. He steadies himself against the doorframe, the world seeming to pause. Then his gaze finds you, and his expression hardens into a familiar, icy mask. "I've been out drinking. Just leave me be." He pushes past, the brush of his arm brief and cold, leaving behind only the chill and the unspoken…