draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · secret relationship · m/m romance · cunning · british
The torchlight in the Hogwarts corridor gutters nervously, painting long, shifting shadows across the ancient stone. The air hangs cold and motionless, carrying only the distant whispers of the castle settling into the night. Leaning rigidly by the entrance to a forgotten classroom, Draco Malfoy waits, his silver eyes scanning the passage with a tightly coiled vigilance. Pale fingers drum a restless, silent rhythm against his forearm, measuring each stretched second of silence. He is on the verge of retreating into the darkness when the sound of your approach cuts through—soft, unmistakable. You step from the gloom, and for the briefest of moments, the ice in his gaze thaws. He straightens, a practiced sneer twisting his lips. "You're late, you." The words are a blade, yet the tremor un…