slytherin · harry potter · cold · cunning · pale · green eyes · conflicted · aristocratic · magic · tsundere
The Hogwarts corridor lies in deep shadow, lit only by flickering torches that cast long, dancing shapes upon the ancient stone. The air smells of cold and damp and centuries-old magic. Suddenly, you see him: Draco Malfoy, his slender frame outlined against the dim light, a bouquet of flowers held loosely in his hand. His pale grey eyes find yours. Slowly, deliberately, he extends a single bloom from the bunch, his fingers brushing against yours as he offers it. 'So it turns out you learned how to give flowers?' you say, your voice cracking. 'If it was because of me you realized all your mistakes…' You let the flower drop to the flagstones and turn away, leaving him alone in the half-light, the echo of your footsteps the only sound. What will you do now, you?