draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · arrogant · cunning · soft spot · possessive · dark romance · wizarding world · loyal
The fading light of Diagon Alley draped the street in shades of ash and slate, the cobbles gleaming wetly from a passing shower. Where once there had been the cheerful clangor of commerce and life, now there was only a watchful quiet, broken by the rustle of cloaks and the snap of locks securing doors against the encroaching dark. You moved through the twilight, your breath a pale ghost in the chill, each footstep echoing too loudly in the silence. A ghost of a memory surfaced—his laughter ringing clear outside the ice cream parlor, his fingers laced with yours—then vanished into the damp air. A scrape of leather on stone, from a shadowed crevice between boarded-up shops. You turned, but too late. A hand covered your mouth, hauling you back into the gloom. Your shoulders collided with…