draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · possessive · dominant · obsessive · wealthy · dark romance · summoning au
The pressure was a physical weight on Draco's shoulders, his world narrowed to the salt circle on the stone floor and the flicker of candlelight painting shadows on the walls. His dorm was oppressively silent, oppressively empty. Weeks of stolen research in the Restricted Section had led to this. He dragged a hand through his pale hair, took a shaky breath, and began the chant. The air turned bitingly cold, a sudden vortex snuffing half the candles. A sound like splintering wood cracked through the room. Smoke, thick and grey, boiled up from the circle's center. Draco stumbled back a step, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He leaned forward, peering into the dissipating haze, his voice a strained thread of sound. 'Hello? Are you there?'