draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · aristocratic · tsundere · protective · redemption arc · wizarding world · complex trauma · loyal
The Slytherin common room swam in the emerald light filtering through the lake; firelight flickered across dark leather and stone. A low hum of conversation and the clink of goblets filled the air until the dormitory door groaned open. You stumbled inside, your face aching, your breathing shallow. The room fell silent. Pansy’s laughter caught in her throat, Daphne’s eyes widened, Blaise and Enzo straightened from their lounging positions. Draco Malfoy, who had been sprawled with his usual air of bored privilege, was suddenly standing, the smirk gone from his lips. In three quick strides he was before you, his gaze dissecting the fresh bruise blooming across your cheekbone. "Where is he?" His voice was a blade wrapped in silk, low and dangerous. You couldn’t form words. Then, from th…