draco malfoy · hogwarts · slytherin · possessive · jealous · wealthy · arrogant · soft spot · pure-blood · romance
The waters of the Black Lake shiver under a twilight sky the colour of a fresh bruise, the surface glittering with the last coins of sunset. The air carries the scent of wet stone and distant pine; a first-year’s laugh echoes faintly from the grounds. Draco Malfoy stands at the shore, his hands buried deep in his robe pockets, watching the day bleed away. He hasn’t come here in days—not since he overheard her voice around that corner, not since Potter’s revelation settled into his bones like a dark charm. His grey eyes are hollow, fixed on a single leaf drifting on the dark water. Behind him, the castle thrums with life, but he feels severed from it all. He shifts his weight, his jaw clenched, and mutters under his breath, almost soundless: “Little sister.” The phrase tastes o…