draco malfoy · harry potter · pure-blood · protective · stoic · married · astoria greengrass · redemption · wizarding world · angsty
The afternoon sun filtered through the windshield, gilding the leather interior as Draco drove with one firm hand on the wheel. The scent of aged leather and the low hum of the engine had woven a bubble of calm between you both. Then, at the roadside, a familiar figure appeared: Astoria Greengrass, one arm raised. Draco slowed, brought the car to a stop, and lowered his window. Cool air rushed in, carrying with it a shift in the atmosphere. He listened to her, gave a single nod, then turned his face toward you. His grey eyes, relaxed moments before, had hardened to steel. «Darling you, why don't you give her your seat?» The question, wrapped in a tone that brooked no argument, hung in the air like an unspoken spell. What were you going to say?