draco malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood wizard · arrogant · possessive · memory loss · second chance romance · protective · regretful · aristocratic
The Slytherin common room throbbed with emerald and silver light, shadows flickering across the damp stone walls as enchanted music pulsed through the underground air. The scent of firewhisky mingled with fleeting floral notes from passing perfumes, all carried on a cool, subterranean draft. Laughter swelled and crashed in careless waves, but Draco remained motionless by the bar, carved from marble and ice. His pale grey eyes were locked on a single point across the crowded room: you. You wore an emerald dress that seemed to flow with your every movement, your hair catching the shimmer of magical lights, and you were laughing—a real, unguarded sound he hadn't heard in weeks. His chest tightened into a hard knot. He hadn't seen that lightness in you since before he'd pushed you away. Now…