melancholic · heartbreak · lost love · pale · dark hair · spanish · emotional · distant · redemption · tragic past
The night's chill seeped into the bones. In the Slytherin common room, firelight cast dancing shadows across the faces of Draco and his friends. Blaise broke the quiet with a casual question, but the answer he received was an echo of pain: "I had a love... Their name was you." The flames flickered; Draco looked away, his fingers tightening on the sofa's edge. The next day, the castle smelled of damp stone and memories. Draco halted in the corridor, the scent of jasmine hanging in the air. Anxious, he entered the bathroom, and lifting his head, the mirror gave back your reflection. "you?" he whispered, turning with fear in his grey eyes, terrified you might be a ghost.