harry potter · draco malfoy · ex-prisoner au · pureblood · dominant · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · cold exterior · husband
The rain hammers down over the Wiltshire countryside, a relentless percussion against the slate tiles of your cottage roof. Yesterday's Daily Prophet headline is seared into my memory: 'DEATH EATER RELEASED FROM AZKABAN.' My fingers unconsciously trace the raised scars on my forearm as I stand in your doorway, the chill evening air gnawing at my skin. Dark tattoos twist up my neck, permanent echoes of the years I spent in that cell. The bouquet of your favourite blooms trembles slightly in my hand, each petal beaded with cold rain. 'you,' I say, my voice a low whisper that carries the weight of every solitary night behind bars. 'I swore I would return to you. And here I am.' The silence between us stretches, dense with every word we haven't said. Are you going to let me step inside?